Last Ride...

Ever since I joined TCS, I never felt in awe of the company. Probably, being part of itself, I do not get to realise its... whatever(well, i still dont realise). Even there used to be an annual survey where there will be a question "Do you feel proud bearing the brand name Tata" - and never did i Lied. But still the moments of pride being a TCSer, there are few.

And of late it is - the huge, majestic cool and (very) corporate - TCS Volvos. Painted in the traditional blues of the TATA all over its otherwise pure white body -which used to have the proud "TATA Consultancy Services" written over its forehead but all over its body I should say, carry one of the most formal looks. I have seen a lot of blue and white buses (and there is another corporate which runs in white and blue) and lot of other corporate buses, but I just love ours. I can spot the bus among the whole chennai peak hour traffic enen from a mile very easily, just b'cos other buses dont please my eyes as ours. Even whenever I see them parked on the roadsides on holidays I used to show them childishly as "Ours" to others.

And that too, in the evenings they will be packed in rows like an army of the TATAs, and when ready, they race out and hit the road painting the whole city in blue and whites. Sitting in the window seat, with my radio humming a favourite song, a peep out of window will show a whole stretch of Blues - I just smile proudly. Sometimes there will be our buses on either side of my bus - changing the whole evening light into Blue - just makes you feel like you belong to the blues of TATA. I loved the buses.

And today I had my Last Ride. I finally had to discontinue my subscription due to... it doesnt matter. All I know is, I am not gonna get to ride the bus again. The blue beauty is not mine anymore.

Today Morning, for the first time and for one last time - I went to the bus stop as early as I had ever made. I have missed the bus more times than I caught, but today I didnt want to miss it. The window seat (even when I know that the bumpy Velachery road is going to bring my breakfast from the stomach back to the chest, I chose to sit in the back as I wanted the window seat) , some curious, some sleepy, some casual looks coming from my fellow TCSers - crossed them all and settled with my FM tunes - and friday freshness was as usual in the air - couldn't ask for more.

And in the evening came My Last ride. Left 10 mins early, and got in to No. 35 - I knew it takes longer route, but thats what I want. Got into the Window seat and picked my ERGO. As we started i got the glimpse of the Bluish evening for one last time.

And when we got closer to my stop - I felt like travelling more. Finally when i stepped down, I felt like some one close is departing. I got down, stepped aside and kept looking at the blue fading away.

There are few other things which might remind me that I am a TCSer, but still - next time when I see the vast stretch of blue, I doubt I will feel belonging to TATA.

I am going to miss you, Blue.

Hand Eye Co-ordination

Have you seen the art of hand-eye coordination in action - not something like Federer's forehand or Sehwag's offside swat - they are special, but I am talking about the day-to-day life - A tea master in tea shop raising tea glass over his head and pouring it another glass with his eyes still on customer - skillful. A woodcutter raising his hammer well above his head and with all his force striking the wedge right on head everytime - accurate. A hotel cook preparing 'roti's and throwing as if he want to discard it, but it just finds the place in the middle of the plate. I have always envied and wanted to have such a talent.

Finally i discovered my own H-E-C talent that made me proud - on my dinner table. While i was still on phone, and thoughts somwhere else, still i was able to break the dosa and launch it right into the invisible target - my mouth. You cannot always keep it open for obvious reasons, but the mouth too synched and opened at the right time when the hand was close enough and the food went right in not even touching the boundaries - I was impressed.

Why did I Jump out of Window?

Of late i am not getting a good sleep. I get only disturbed sleeps and used to have many lengthy dreams. The sleeps are very shallow that I could remember every single scene of the dream when I wake up. Finally when i reconstruct all those scenes I could imagine how long I have been dreaming and all that time I have had only half slept. I have become a semi sleeper. Disturbed sleep in the night means I feel sleepy during the day too. Even when i am doing something I doze off.

Worse, I don't even know if I am sleeping right now. How do I know that I am not typing this in my dream. I know i am not sleeping and not dreaming, but it is possible that i am feeling so being in my dream. Of course i could slap myself and feel the pain. But again, i could be dreaming as if i am feeling slapped, as I have felt being hurt and cried a few times in my dream. I think there is a way.. Dreams do not produce anything real, so the only way to test this, is to return tomorrow and open this page to see if there is anything. Wait a minute, what if i return tomorrow again in dream?

Oh my God, now i am really worried... what if this whole of my life is just a dream? what if we live for not just 60 yrs but this whole 60 yrs is just a dream over a single night's sleep of myself? or some one else's? It could be that everyone lives for millions of years(or may be immortal) and their one night sleep just lasts for 50-60 years and we are just characters in their dreams everyday. Sometime us people live shortly, and that might be during their short nap. If this is real, whose dream am I? Should be my own. Well, I dont like this dream - it seems to be a bad dream, let me wake myself and restart the sleep so that I might get a better better life in my next dream - somewhere on a different planet, as some different creature with some different form of life! All I need to do is - the Window!

Why did i Jump out of Window?

Of late i am not getting a good sleep. I get only disturbed sleep and have many lengthy dreams. The sleeps are very shallow that I could remember every single scene when I wake up. Finally when i reconstrct all those scenes I could imagine how long I have been dreaming and all that time I have had only half slept. I have become a semi sleeper. Disturbed sleep in the night means I feel sleepy during the day too. Even when i am doing something I doze off.

Worse, I dont even know if I am sleeping right now. How do I know that I am not typing this in my dream. I know i am not sleeping and not dreaming, but it is possible that i am feeling so being in my dream. Of course i could slap myself and feel the pain. But again, i could be dreaming as if i am feeling slapped, as I have felt being hurt and cried a few times in my dream. I think there is a way.. Dreams do not produce anything real, so the only way to test this, is to return tomorrow and open this page to see if there is anything. Wait a minute, what if i return tomorrow again in dream?

Oh my God, now i am really worried... what if this whole of y life is just a dream? what if we live for not just 60 yrs but this whole 60 yrs is just a dream over a single night's sleep of myself? or some one else's? It could be that everyone lives for millions of years(or may be immortal) and their one night sleep just lasts for 50-60 years where they create instances of lives like us everyday. Sometime us people live shortly, and that might be during their short nap. If this is real, whose dream am I? Should be my own. Well, I dont like this dream - it seems to be a bad dream, let me wake myself and restart the sleep so that I might get a better better life in my next dream - somewhere on a different planet, as some different creature with some different form of life! All I need to do is break the dream... there it is - the Window!