How to "not discover" your talent!

I think that we should not try to search or discover our talent, instead we should try to find all the things that interest us!

Then we should do them.

Then we should do them more!

Then we should do them more and more!

Some of them are now going to bore us now!

So we stop doing them or do them less often!

But we still keep doing the other things more and more!

If we enjoy something we sharpen it further by doing it further!

We might then seek professional help to do those things in the best manner!

Sharpen them further!

NOW is the time people would come up and tell us that "hey you are just gifted and you have 'the talent'"!

And NOW is the time we realize that we actually have IT!

Friend In Need ... Friend Indeed! - I agree!

The people who work with me, obviously know that my work just simply sucks and for others, my work just simply sucks! Since the past 3 weeks my work has been like a devil haunting me just like a blood crazy vampire sucking out blood from the only human on earth! I have certain other commitments that require me to dedicate a lot of time and effort to them. My work, just doesn't allow me to do that. Not even the amount I am supposed to get after normal office hours.
So, I had been quite low for the past 2 weeks, since I was not being able to dedicate any time to my other commitments. More than time they required more mind and that too a very fresh one. But after the vampires at office had sucked all the stuff out of me, I could give nothing to my other activities.
You know, people tend to do wrong things when they are completely screwed up. And I was screwed up to the core!!! So made a very wrong subconscious decision. I just started ignoring my other stuff. My commitments - they were supposed to translate my life to completely different dimension (meaning they were very important for me)- and I just let go of them as nothing just happened. That was a very wrong move! I felt guilty at first ... but I am pretty shameless. My shamelessness just killed my poor little guilt.
I became very quiet and frustrated. I became like "Rambo", calm on the outside and fire in the inside. I was ready to kill. I could have killed anyone messing around with me.. but noone actually messed around anyways... apart from the vampires at office. I could do nothing to them. I felt like a slave. Sometimes, more pathetic than a slave, that too an incompetent one!
On an odd day, I just tried to call a friend of mine who had just resigned from slavery. Couldn't get through though!
But after some time he called me back! I anyways did not call him to discuss my pathetic world of sadness and sorrow. I just called him.. cause I called him! We spoke for some time. Cracked stupid jokes , as usual! But slowly I couldn't control telling him what I was going through! He listened as I spilled my guts out! I noticed that I had started shivering! That's a moment you never forget. After I was done, He Started! And he went on and on and on with the pep talk. I know what he was saying, I knew what he was saying was completely correct. There was nothing new in what he told me! But what he told me was special. The moment was special. I needed it! My conscious needed some slaps and some kicks. He delivered them at the right time! He also admitted something that he had never done before. When I agreed to take my extra "commitments" he had said that I wasn't good for them. And now when he had seen things up close at his new place, he said it! He said that its a must for me and can do it and I must do it! That made it much more special!
We always know whats right for us. But when the times not right and we are screwed up, we never choose the right path. Funny it is! But that's a fact! We need some one to guide us. Its something like this- in your house when theres a power cut in the night and you are sitting quietly in a place and suddenly you feel an uncontrollable urge of using the washroom. Man, its your house... you sure know where your washroom is. You get up with confidence and bump into something... its pitch dark and you are not just hurt but you have also lost your sense of direction in darkness and man you really wanna use that washroom or else you will be in a pretty embarrassed situation. Only you know what you are going through even if its for that short time. And thats when you see someone coming with a cell phone throwing light at you and telling you, "dude ! the washrooms that way .... what the hell are you doin in the kitchen??? Quickly run in or else I ll be laughing my heart out at you." And after that he guides you through and in the end he also says, " hey dude, here take my cell, the battery is low but you can take it inside ... just in case you need it; and just make sure you don't touch it after you are done!" Now thats what friends do! He pretty much did the same thing! I hope I will be there, at least with an LED light, when he needs it or for that matter anybody needs it!
I dont know how I am going to handle my slavery... but at least I hope that I ll work on it!
Thank you Dhruv!

My Bloody Office Saga!

[This is a post that i had written sometime in the past (when i was very angry with my office guys (fyi, the situation now is a bit different..)) and i did not post it as i did not want anybody to know about it! But today (after such a long time) I read it and thought that this was me sometime before in my life and may be the ppl who care about me might want to know about this too... so here goes ............ ]

My Office is no lesss than a jail. Its like being at war all the time.
But its not what it sounds like. I mean I have been associated .... not just associated .., my first job... my first company ... I had tried for so may comapnies. No one took me .. just this one did.We were given a 3 month training and I enjoyed it like everyone else. It was so intense ..."intense" here does not mean "intense as in grilling - intense"! "intense" here means emotionally charged .. emotionally tied to the new place .. new people ..new friends ... No one was a colleague ... everyone was a friend. I was doing well, both in my work and being cool. Life was just a breeze. A nice cool breeze! A breeze after a very depressing college life and yes, a verfy depressing love life. The life that was just like a pain, a guilt , a punishment in life. And now was my time to breathe. It felt as if I belonged here. Sometimes , I felt that the I did not find the company.. It found me!
After the training, the real work began. Was placed in a department whose name itself sounded so elite "Center Of Excellence". I personally, did not like the name. It sounded very "not modest"! I was not originally placed in this department though. Lets just say, I had a choice. Choose between a place far far away from home and another that was just far away from home. I chose the one which was just far away from home. That put me in "Center Of Excellence" .."COE" they call it! It was very surprising the way I made this choice.

Somethig really cool happened here. I met some of the stupidest, wackiest, dumbest, cutest, sweetest people. They accepted me! I accepted them! However, I also met the most slyest and meanest and baddest and shameless people. The only difference was that I did not know about them that time.

In the begining, Office became my home. And home just became somthing where I used to go to freshen up!

I gave a lot to my Office. In all ways possible , big or small. In return, it gave me a very sweet present. It gave me a baby. Yes, a full grown sweet little baby girl with whom I fell in love! She is awesome, she is the best.

Science for Imagination

Science is a wonderful thing. It has taught me a lot. I appreciate its capabilities. It provides some kind of a stimulus to me to think beyond what it has already taught me. It pushes me to imagine and be rational at the same time.
Thats what I call a balancing act. A tight rope walk. If you successfully reach the other end of the rope then you may end up with a concept worth pondering on. Well, this concept of yours may not be the solution to the problems of the world; just something thats yours. Your intellectual property! Who cares if its all screwed up and weird. Obviously you don't have to present it to the President or anything. The essence of all this lies in training your brain to produce. You see, I have seen machines producing extremely complex products like mobiles, cars, computers. They all roll out from the production giving a perfect example of super orchestration. They produce. They produce at a large scale and at a consistent pace. Hmmmm! But they certainly cant produce something beyond what they are programmed to do. Example: A car producing machine, one fine day, is not gonna roll out a Nokia N series for you. Neither is it ever gonna paint a Mona Lisa. Because it knows no definition of imagination, creativity. Its a machine after all.

I just wanna draw your attention to the paradox in the situation. Science, I say, taught me to imagine, to produce something beyond the capacity of a machine; a machine is again something that symbolises "science" to some extent at least.

Earth

Sometimes, when I look at this world, it looks so beautiful. It looks so big, so huge. On discovery channel, they keep showing our Earth from their satellites. It looks like a huge , really huge ball which is blue, white, green and brown. So beautiful! They slowly zoom into Earth and it just keeps getting bigger and bigger and bigger until they hit the ground. In the process, their camera passes through the clouds and shows the beautiful landscape with green fields stretching up till the horizon. The camera zooms in further to show the rivers, small ponds, rivulets all meeting the mighty sea. What a spectacular sight it is. Something, I know, I will never be able to see with my own eyes.

The satellite is much luckier to be up there and see the Earth flashing its beauty. It doesn't have to be with us on Earth. The one which is real! The one which is not as pleasant as it seems from up there. For example, Earth looks so huge from up there, but here, I see people fighting, bleeding, killing for space to live.

I see the Earth, all green, from up there, making me feel that it is covered with an endless green carpet of fur. Out here, at ground zero, its all, as we say here, "ulta". I have not seen grass that is spread for a distance of more than a maximum of half a football field with my own eyes. I have seen pretty pictures, heroes and heroines dancing and singing in the most beautiful parts of the world. Sometimes, I wonder, if such scenic spots actually exist. Even if they did, I certainly am very far from them. In fact, I have seen Earth punctured from all possible areas. Seen holes big enough to swallow a buffalo.

From up there, it gives me a sense of freedom, a sense of liberty; liberty to wonder anywhere one wants, to anywhere one wishes and up till infinity. Down here, it certainly isn't that way. I may have to travel miles to see things which are natural and beautiful. I live in fear of other people from various casts and religions because may be they think that I am a threat to them. Only God knows why or how? I ll , may be, be crucified if I hug my friend or even my girl friend on a particular day because someone feels that I am killing their culture or they just wanna show off or something!

The satellite sees half of the Earth covered with crystal clear blue "thing". "Thing" because I seriously fail to understand what it really is. People here say that its water. Frankly, I have never seen clear, blue water with my own eyes. Some say, it does exist. Hmmm, may be in Neverland. When I see water bodies here, I feel that people out here must be really "pissed off". If you get what I am trying to say here! Some water bodies look like sludge (no exaggeration)!

You see, the satellite there is quite lucky in a way. Its a property of Earth and its still in peace out there and to it, only the most beautiful view of the world is visible!