My Experience @ Vipassana

September 6, 2010

As I came out of vipassana I felt hush… for a chatter box like me, keeping mum for nine days was a mission impossible. I am glad that I almost did it. After coming out, my family and friends jumped on me to know how it was and even I felt like bursting out wid my experience. So here I go…

Vipassana is meditation technique discovered by Gautam Buddha. It’s the most secular, scientific and practical technique I ever came across. The technique teaches you to control your mind (even subconscious mind) and free it from the grudges of your past. It calms your mind and shows you the way to be happy in all situations in your life.  It is all about observing the sensations on your body and to be equanimous towards them. Easier said than done.

It’s a 10 days residential course. There is a strict Code of discipline which includes observing silence for 9 days, being w/o cell phones, ipod, books, newspaper and a complete disconnection from outer world or as good as being in Big Boss for 10 days and that too alone. These are the things they enforce not to irritate you but to help you to connect with yourself.  And if you think 10 days are too much, they have courses for 20, 30, 45 and 60 days.

The course is full of challenges to make you stronger and stronger. Getting up at 4 o’clock, not eating anything after evening snacks (that’s 17:00 Hrs) and being disconnected with outer world seems huge challenges but only for first couple of days.  I used to check for cell phones in my pockets and my rings on fingers every now and then.  I kept hearing my cell ringing for at least 3 days.  And then you laugh on yourself when you realize that you don’t have them and you have just become prisoner of your own habits.

But the biggest challenge is to meditate for about 10 hrs. You cannot stabilize your monkey mind even for a minute, continuously jumping from one branch to another. It requires lot of determination, patience and consistency. In fact I could hardly concentrate for an hour out of ten. The difficulty in this technique lies in controlling your mind. You can control your body and your tongue but controlling mind is a daunting task. Guruji keeps on saying “Do it patiently and persistently, you are bound to succeed.” Every day when you are meditating a lot of doubts comes to your mind and to my surprise Guruji talks about the same things in his pre-recorded videos as if he is eavesdropping on my mind.

The food is simple yet very tasty.  The single/double bedded accommodations are cozy and clean. And mind you this is all for Free. Yes they don’t charge anything. On the 10th day you can donate as per your wish. The logic behind this as explained by Guruji is that you can experience a life of a Monk or Nun for 10 days. This helps you to kill your ego. Everything is so overwhelming that you will donate for sure.

And even if you are not able to meditate as they want you to, you still gain lot of spiritual knowledge @ intellectual level, a rural lifestyle close to nature, a healthy vacation and a refreshing change. Overweights may even shed few pounds.

I feel everyone must go to Vipassana at least once in his/her life time after all there is nothing to lose. For more information you can click here, google or write to me, I’ll be glad to help you.


gudbye mail

May 2, 2010

People in their 20s on average change jobs every 18 months. People in their 30s — at least the ones that continue to do well in their careers — change jobs frequently as well, although at a slower pace than the 20 somethings. So if you think job-hopping is bad, change your thinking. Job hoppers are not quitters. In fact, they make better co-workers and better employees and I bet are generally more satisfied with their work life.Read the full Blog.

Finally I have someone who defends me. And Yes I have hopped once again. My cv is gonna be a page longer than now. Every time it feels gr8 in a new company on new project in new technology, sitting in new chair beside new colleagues, going to new canteen with new tasty food sooner what’ll be no tasty food… it’s been a ritual for me to keep mum for at least a month before I open up my loudmouth to display my sufferings from verbal diarrhea, so I  just blog it out… BTW I have written a kind of funny Good Bye Mail to my colleagues, which reached them a week later… probably it was delayed a midst of volcanic ash… Here it goes…

Hey guys,

How ya doing? Seven days passed and you haven’t heard or observed any absurd/insane activities around. So I thought I’ll buzz you.  To begin with, I was quite disappointed on my last day, that there were No Morchas, No Dharnas, and No Hunger Strike (though I condemn the last one).  None of you choked with emotions, no rona-dhona and dramebazi. Instead, I could see you happy as freedom fighters after the independence.  Pretty depressing huh!!
Anyways lets come to the point and talk about the most humble and down to earth person amongst us (sorry I am too humble to mention my name here). I have been very sincere here in my work irrespective of the places like canteen, cafeteria, TT and even@ my DESK too. This is one place, which taught me multi-tasking. I could chat, be on the phone and at the same time check those really funny forwarded mails, And Yes work too. Sometimes I could listen into TC unconsciously while sleeping consciously, rather vice versa.
But to those few souls with whom I’ve actually interacted, here are my personalized notes of farewell:
Swarup, I will always remember dynamically partnering you in TT. Probable you should try Dharm after me. Sometimes he plays decent 😉
Dada, I will miss your copyrighted action, pulling your legs and off course our late-night Data Migrations….
Tai, I am gonna miss the daily breakfast, which you used to bring on monthly basis, especially Mattur pattice, Theplas and (virtual) prawns biryani ( I still wonder how that‘ll taste…)
Sanjeev, Sahana-hi Hot Nahi ani Sangta-hi Yet Nahi, I’ll always remember your “Bloody, I m feeling Hot!” trick for complementary drink n kulfi and THE GRAND PARTY, which you gave.
It would be a tough 1-2 months, before I would really start liking my new job. I have entered into a totally alien area of IT. I know nothing about it. Wonder how I even got through. Wish me luck.
BTW this is not a belated goodbye mail, coz I do not intend to say it…This mail is just an FYI to let you know that I’ll be available on my personal mail id, which you already know. I have drafted this out of my intense research of various sites and blogs, in short lots of Copy + Paste. But that’s only an occupational hazard for IT engineers.
Well, while writing this mail I am feeling choked… not because of the emotion, probably I swallowed the chewing gum.
On a serious note, it has been an awesome place to work n enjoy. Even as I left to join another company, I envy you all.
Miss you.
P.S. : To cut short this mail (don’t raise your eyebrows.. Yes.. this is shorter version),  I have attached a list of the FAQs that you’ll have in your mind while reading this mail (such as which company/location I am moving to , alana -falana).


IPL… u better watch both of them

April 17, 2009

another day to go and there we’ll have another great indian tamasha.. this time live from south africa… we are gonna have another HOT summer… cuz  i am sure that unlike last year there wont be any morale policing this time….
and I’ll be watching those juicy cheergals from all over world…  we have stringent morale policing which applies everywhere, from Sania Mirza’s Skirt to Akshay Kumar’s jeans.. last year, i remember in Mumbai Indian’s match cheerleadder were wearing full sleeves… may be our chief Minister/ Home Minister Suggested to please their High Command …  one thing i m gonna miss, is to watch those cheergals live(offcourse wid free ticket from my last employer)… its not only cheergals but also celebraties which popup in every match, heat up the things… watching a match is  a different experience… its like watching a bollywood masala movie… u get cocktail of all the emotions… Action, Adventure, Drama, Fantasy, Suspense, Thriller…Romance too…
definitely its more than juz a cricket… earlier all my (Girls who r) frnds used to hate watching 11 men running behind a dead sphere and not behind them…. but wid this shorter n quicker format of da game, they also got addicted to IPL (remember, IPL is not an abbreviation of I-Pill)…
                  i m stumped, i always thot they loved longer ones… newayz even superman can not understand  a woman… sometimes i feel that to promote secularism, we shud declare cricket as a religion… n “The” Sachin Tendulkar will be prophet… or may be Lalit Modi …coz he can spread the faith rather sell the faith better than him….

     neways back home we have another IPL (Indian Politician’s League) going live…which comes once in five years… we’ll see some imported (Italian) cheergals (actually Cheerladies) dancing on the stage (in fuller sleeves) for votes… the only man to hit centuries on both the pitches is Mr Sharad Pawar- our legitimate agriculture minister and BCCI president by intrest…
in our constituency, we are still searching for our MP Mr chi-chi (Govinda), from past five years he has become Mr India…. i still fill pity on those who voted for him… they dont know how to use their finger…. this time congress has changed their PARTNER and replaced him wid Sanjay Nirupam… many voters are asking….who is he?
             i think he also got short memory like gajini, and forgot that even big boss couldn’t bare him for more than a week…n all the prisoners from Big Boss gonna rally with him… even they want their piece of publicity… after who can identify them in public unless thay are tagged…  i’ve crossed my fingers… pls god.. we don wanna bare him for 5 years… even bejaan daruwaala can not predict in our constituency… as we have lots of migrants (including bangladesi’s) living under illegal roofs.. they are counting on him to legalised them… i think Pareto’s principle applies here too…

” more than 80% of ppl who vote, actually pay less than 20% of taxes
and less than 20% people who do not vote, actually gather 80% taxes ”

            so its we (excluding I, coz i used my finger carefully in every election), those 20% ppl are the real culprit.. more than politicians… i wish to see deadly lines of 3-4 hrs of waiting to vote juz as we see in Shirdi… wats wrong in that.. even that invisible power will laugh at you,  if u fail to vote for a visible power..

it is rightly said by VoteIndia
“Bad politicians are chosen by good people, who fail to vote.”

            ppl often complain whom to vote… nobody is good amongst them….
many of them has more criminal records than their academic records..
but if you vote u might elect a bad politician and if you don’t then, worse may get elected…. lets hope in this awake of bullets and bombs, Mumbai will vote for just, if not the best person…

The ballot is stronger than the bullet.
Abraham Lincoln


being a bike-sexual

March 23, 2009

never heard of this term…even me too b4 i met this guy, Dev D……this weekend i was taken hostage to alibaug…and the reason… my friend was pretty depressed about being single again… no, i am not any pink shirt guy to date him.. he just wanted to spill it out…. and chose my shoulder for support as they got stronger n’ stronger by carrying my oversized skull wid a weightless brain hiding in it…

         we thought of rolling by six inda morning .. and got up at 6:30 and  started journey by 7…thts how we manage our time most of the times..but Dev decided to make up fo the lost time.. nxt moment speedometer of his bike was above 100K as if it was the minimum speed…we finished in abt couple of hrs… that was like a death match of Age of Empire …. with tea in one and the light in other hand, my frnd started with his Pravachan… on relationship, love and lust… had he been serious wid his pravachan stuff, he cud have   easily been another Religionaire (wealthy baba)…..pravachan covered everything, right from the day 1 when his girl watched him changing in a torn undies with big a hole (yeah.. the hole was so big that sometimes he used to get confused about where to put his foot), till they fell apart…

 i was struggling to suck fresh air even on beach as his cigarette sex (lighting one wid another) continued…he detailed his story so much that i felt like watching amoeba wid naked eyes… my jaw dropped when i came to know that he actually dumped her.. just imagine, a guy like kadar khan dumping someone like katrina…. yeah,that true… unlike my frnd, she was very slim, sexy and beautyful .. but dumb too.. otherwise she wud have chosen me over him (i aint mean to say i look like Salman, but wid  some grooming i can manage to look like Chanky Pandey..not bad huh!!! imagine kadar khan!!) … he dumped her coz despite his several efforts she couldn’t ride a bike, she had speedofobia, and recently they fought over as my frnd used get aroused by juz looking at his naked bike than her…here u go…..thts wat is being a bike-sexual… from where did he develop this taste …cuz i nvr heard of bike-porn n nvr saw someone screwing the bike (unless u r a mechanic) … unbelievable to dump a gal over a bike, aint it?!!!… i wish every frnd of mine who snatched away my (gonna be) GFs, to be like him… BTW i got Rx100 with empty back seat… and i m straight too…lets C if i can dump my bike for the same cheek….


slumdog glory….

March 16, 2009

          this weekend, i spent couple of hrs watching an Oscar winnng movie.. n that too Made in India-Mumbai-Dharavi….i felt it to be an awesome movie…. congrats to the ARR and Rasool Kutty for wining oscar, though very late..i refrained myself from commenting on ppl’s criticism till i watched it…
Slumdog Millionaire
                         recentely i came accross many article criticizing success of slumdog… those are refusing to appriciate the efforts of all indians involved, coz its not an Indian production… i feel pity of them for being narrow minded… when their sons work for Microsoft or even he is studying abroad, they will boast about that to every1… mera beta microsoft mein hain..mera beta US mein padhta hain… they take pride in it and enjoy his success.. but when somebody like Rasool, coming from a poolr family in a small village and making it big to the Oscars, they will search for reasons as not being an indian movie..  oscars given to ARR and Rasool are for their creative work in the movie..THEY ARE INDIANs, and its INDIA’s success in producing such a talent…let us not forget the achievement of Kalpana Chawla, Sunita Williams and many more indians who are working for firangis… even our political parties are trying to ride on the slumdog success to become Billionaire… congress has stolen its tune for the election too….. and its their success too… Danny Boyle would have been searching for slums for years, had they been putting taxpayer’s money for upliftment of society…

                      only scene i felt a bit offensive… when the boy is beaten up by an indian and offered money by an American saying “here is a bit of america”.. you can not judge the whole India or America looking at one incident and that too made by a firangi…though ground reality is not very different from this… but how much do we do to change this, than commenting on it..

                           the other debate is about ARR’s Jai HO track not being best of his tracks.. and i completely agree with this… ARR has directed so many awesome tracks .. right from Roja to gajini and delhi6.. i still feel Dil hain chotasa track(Roja).. is far better than Jai Ho. Jai Ho is not even hummable track, its a fast track directed on lines of western music which is appreciated by west, so they awarded it..big deal.. the movie is also excellent.. but only for the west.. coz we r habbitual of this filth….i feel it was his white skin that helped him to bag oscars.. coz Shwas movie was atleast 10 times better than this1… i felt like watching yet another madhur bhandarkar film….

nvr mind.. underlying truth is tht he has eight awards in his kitty… and thats not a child’s play… so here is my unbiased salute to the entire crew of slumdog….


bura na mano!! holi hain….

March 12, 2009

          today morning, as i turned up to my office, security kept staring at my face and id card as if he was a tennis chair umpire, looking at both the ends… my face has shaded pink n` red  like a watermelon… i said Bura na mano!!! holi hain!!  yesterday i played rang panchami wid a bunch of humble and polite frnds. the moment i went downstairs, they asked me to remove all my accessories…specs, rings , purse and mobile(i was wondering how they spared my clothes!) … next moment they made me Hulk Hogan by  tearing Tshirt in two pieces… they soaked it in mud and then threw it on a tree… as i looked at that tree, those 25 X 2 Tshirt pieces hanging on the tree were looking like bats.. they lifted me, just to put me in a pit full of mud, colors, egg, aur na jaane usmein kya kya items the…and ofcourse a lot of stench … i did not resist cuz i knew the moment i do that they will feel themselves like Ranjit raping the heroins, so it was a quick one for me juz 15 mins, soak , wash, rinse and dry.. everything wid that mud… and then i was one of them… frnds kept coming in and SOP ( Standard Operating Process) was followed for each one of them… 3 hours of it and we were looking like slumdog guys… and offcourse there were Latikas toooo.. but we had different SOP for them… a pretty slow and decent one … holi is to show their true colors…n i kept saying Bura na mano!! Holi hain!!!

          after reading my first blog, one of the geek ( rather i shud say the 1 & only geek) from my college,  mailed me asking me to keep it short as longer ones are hard to keep up with (seriously i dunno what he meant by that:D, but i m sure he was talking abt blog and not my little frnd  ).. i am still figuring out whether he has done some plastic surgery on his brain, cuz for every subject he used not less than 2 bibles and in his words “we used to find even 50 pages notes, hard to keep up with!” neways bro, i m done wid this blog, juz for you and your valuable advise (though i cudn’t make it in 140 chars) … i know i m gonna get another mail on this too…the only thing  i can say is …
“bura na mano! holi hain!”


i m on liquid diet….

March 9, 2009

Date : 9th March(monday)
Time : 9.00 am
Venue : mah workstation

               yes thats true, from past 2 days i m on a strict liquid diet….its monday morning n had loads of applications to look after…but my brain is still marinated in yesterday’s antiquity …it was a frnds party.. party for winning in two league matches and losing in semis.. there were 11 players in the match and 20 in the party…funny equation.. kay karnar फुकट, तिथे प्रकट … .. ther wz loads of music n dance…. the last timestamp i remember was 10:10.. n i was with my 4th Large… that peg itself resetted the counter…. after that i din look back..neither in front too…i kept rocking n dancing all night.. not on da dance floor but in my mind…. my frnds say फुकट ते पौष्टिक… no doubt they have turned my belly into a 15L pressure cooker…..(Every pressure cooker has a whistle, which blows hot steam. Just FYI. No comments on my vessel.)

           as usual I was late for the train….the ultimate mixer, juicer and massager of people…… .but lucky enough to find a 4th seat.. now thats a new concept for ppl outside Mumbai…here in Mumbai u can dream of everything…and actually have your dreams come true… but if u want some space in train/bus /house, u have to struggle for it…in a very very hard way… juz like I did, to actually fit half of my bottom into space not even size of my palm.. now that’s called wise use of scarce resources….i managed to push my other half by next station, the trick is to slide a millimeter every time train gives a jerk, and not looking in da eyes of ur neighbour or may be while looking  at the ceiling fan, humming any old song like TUTUTU TUTUTAARA.. any song which will piss him off and force him to look into other direction…or else ur guilt will eat away you, the moment u see him staring at u… neways i m on wid my Application..brb


Date : unchanged
Time : 11.00 am
Venue : unchanged

               somehow have cleared my backlog of the weekend..managed to check on all of them… nah they aint any business application.. but yahoo, orkut, gtalk,4,5,6…….n… i chooose not to open them from home. not b’coz,I have any access policy at home, but then yeh sab Kachra ghar mein saaf karega toh office mein kya karega. in last couple of hrs i have bugged all my frnds simultaneously, till i remembered my conversation wid VJ…when he asked me abt my work, i said i m getting paid for doing nothing…the next suggestion he gave to blog out my fraustration, the way  he  is doing it after our grads..when i asked abt my problem wid lack of creativity..yeah thts true.. I AM NOT CREATIVE…but its not a manufacturing defect.. but its an IT effect… i don remember when i used all of the keyboard, it hardly matters even if its working or not.. as a developer u need to remember only ctrl+C and ctrl+V… and  sometimes ctrl+alt+del too, when ur program acts in weird way..neways i liked his suggestion (he was asking for some credit for it in this “ERA OF GLOBAL MELTDOWN AND CREDIT CRUNCH”. Have mercy my frnd, MAY GOD FORGIVE HIM, REST IN PEACE.).  it seems my blog will take away my frustration to the reader of it..(con)Science says, fraustration is neither created nor destroyed..it travels from one mind to another.. i wonder from where did it come in 1st place……so if u find it with u do write it back to me.. i have to kill another 3 hours post lunch… gotcha go.. now its lunch time…


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