Although I finally did manage to go mobile on MSN msngr, I can’t help but pick on everything Microsoft.

PS: Click on the image to have it enlarged.

All by Rashmi Bhansal,

1) Kya aap copywriter ban na chahte hain?

2) If you ain’t a cat, don’t worry!

3) The truth about IT cats & dogs

My outlook of the future of this world hasn’t been consistent since age 3. Or maybe even earlier - the age is just arbritary. Sometimes I feel that there is no hope for our children, while sometimes I am very optmistic about the future. Things will take care of themeselves, I think. Who are we to project a timeline from the present into the future and decide what is going to happen. But sometimes my rational mind tells me that surely, not to see Armageddon coming, is foolishness. The end of days is going to be very much semisynthetic, unnatural. Take a moment and look at the world around you. Is anything right? We are all on a oneway journey into the bowels of a very man made hell.

This swinging between bloom and doom doesn’t really bother me. What does, is the answer to the question - do I really care? Do I really care about the world around me? About my country, about my neighbourhood, about my surrounding…Do I have a problem if oilwells burn bright..if the Amazon jungles are more green on maps than land….if I use my bike more than I should (just because I can afford to pay for the fuel)……….DOES ANY OF THIS MATTER TO ME?

Well dear friend, it does. It does hurt to see mother nature being abused. It does hurt to particpate in all this greedy plundering. But that’s not the end of it - it’s just the begining.

The trouble lies in the fact that to feel hurt is one thing, to do something about it is another. To feel premonition is different from living life knowing what is right and what is wrong - and sticking to the former. To be able to ACT differently, not because you THINK differently, but because you feel RESPONSIBLE for the consequences of your action takes strength. And this kind of strength is not the ordinary Schwarzenegger type silver screen stuff. This strength comes from within. It knows no gender and it knows no enemies. It only knows the ignorant ones - the ones who oppose it and pose as ‘enemies’ - and how to go beyond the darkness. But the ones with strength are always few. The ignorant and foolish always revel in the safety of numbers. Of course, there are the ones who know right and wrong (and aren’t all that ignorant), but don’t have what it takes to stick to their guns.

So to ask the question, ‘does the bleeding world matter to me’, is indirectly to ask ‘do I have the strength to do something about it‘.

I’ll stop here.

Peace

seriously…

(Found this ad on top of my blog sometime yesterday)

That, in the middle, is a 128 MB Pen Drive and I am SURPRISED…..

This song is making me think deep thoughts - ‘Prelude to april’, Yngwie Johann malmsteen style.

Today was ‘one of those days’. I speak in past tense because now, after most of the neighbourhood has gone to bed to either make love or forget their worries, I sit here in front of my ‘puter to try and gather those stray thoughts in my head and sound cohersive. But somewhere deep down inside I know that to really say what I want to say, I would have to do a lot of predefining first. Don’t know if it’s worth anything….never realy bothered to do it. I have built an understanding of this world in my own terms. I hold them sacred coz they cannot be bought in the next Sunday market. But I know that I am holding on, and that I have to learn to let go. I know that for a long time now I have been trying hard to speak in a tounge that people would understand, and in the process I have thrown a lot of thoughts to the wind. I know that within the limits of what I can say, I have done saying what I have to say. And I begin to wonder of things on the other side. I wonder if I am becoming too used to these limits. If I am building walls around me, content in knowing that I once used to think beyond them. I wonder about why the past always looks glorious in retrospect. I wonder of people I have met, of hands I have shaken. Of girls I have looked at twice. I wonder where I would fit. I wonder of my place in the sun. I wonder what it means to own a Sony Vaio . But I soon feel the lonliness of not having spoken for a period. Verbal hiatus invites me to speak again. To blog. To feel less lonely. To go out again. See the sea of faces. It seems pointless and endless.

Is MSN screwed or what…..

Wanna bike around India on an Enfield? Go here.

Don’t wanna limit yerself to an Enfield? Go here.

Lodging in Good Hiking Territory in the Western Ghats? Go here.

Need camping gear? Serious lowdown on the Great Indian Outdoors? Head here to the India Outdoors website.

Yes, Wildlife First.

Do the Northern hills beckon you? Don’t know what to do about it? Now you know where to start.

Wanna have some adventure close to home? do you CARE about nature? Go here.

This should do for now. Thanks to Anurag Jain. Got most of these links from there.

Posted a few old pix this morning at 1.00 AM. Some of these pix date back to 3rd year college, when I had just got my Samsung autofocus camera. The yellow flowers snap was really memorable, coz I had to wait patiently for the bumble bee to take position. And in the place where I clicked this snap - a small village near college (where I had my room), my camera and my patient awaiting became the onlookers’ amusement
I am really not an insomniac. Last night, I got a message from a friend at 12.30 am and that woke me up. It took me some 2 minutes to understand what he was trying to say. I was so sleepy. Finally, I woke up enough to comprehend what was happening, but couldn’t sleep afterwards. Anyway, the silence at that time of the night was too pleasing to miss. So after tossing and turning a bit and realising that I am not gonna be able to sleep no matter how sweetly I sing to myself, I woke up to work on my ‘puter.

Saw a Cannon digital camera for sale last week. 3.2 MegaPixel, 32 MB flash, 10x zoom. 20k.Nice thing to own, but I was wondering if it is worth the money. After some thinking I realised that by the time I can earn enough to actually be able to afford a camera worth 20k, technology would have advanced enough to pack more stuff for that price. So I decided it was not worth dreaming about owning one
I really like photography. In fact, if things were different in my life, I would have probably become a photographer. Nothing is more glamarous (to me) than going to exotic places to shoot exotic birds and exotic sceenary. Ah! What a life that would be. Adventure + art = a very contented me. Anyways, no time to dream such dreams now. Work beckons…