Never in my life i could have thought that i would be so technology dependent. And today i just realized it. My laptop's finger print scanner has just stopped working and without even trying anything... i called up the support and guess what the lady said.. go to the recovery center.
Shit man. I mean it didnt even appear to me once that i should try this before giving this call. Just look at mean 4 years back, i would do anything to repair my comp and now I have to give a call to some idiot sitting somewhere to tell me all this... and the worst part is I even asked her what are the steps that i have to do..
I just feel guilty for this. And now that the sensor is not working, i am planning to take this to the service center, yyyyy !!! coz its real pain in the a** for me typing my id and password. I am ashmed of my self. Is this the technology dependence or is it sheer laziness that makes us behave this way. As an indian its sheer laziness.. We are so much dependent on technolgy that ppl these large corporates make money out of us.
I have an account in HDFC but i like to do all my transactions with citi. Sole reason being the dependency of their online transactions. Citi has a rich set of online facilities that i am addicted to that. ( even HDFC has everything, but u need to go to the branch to get every facility activated ).
And trust me, citi makes billions out of these services.
Even more than technology , its the facilities that some corporates provide to us that makes us more dependent on them and a point comes when u are the the point of no return. U are attached to that services.
I mean i had a life before that finger print sensor and i had a bank before citi... infact i have done banking in those days when u could not even go to the bank from 1-5th every month because they used to pay salaries.. and u had kilometers of queue.. i mean if i could live in those days y couldnt i now. Y has life to be so lathergic and all the services come to u rather that u going to them .
So much for writing.... Even i am addicted now so as you all are. I just wish my sensor starts working again !!!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
You just have 'Two Choices'
What would you do? .... you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the f ield and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, r ecognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the f ield and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, r ecognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
Sunday, September 9, 2007
The Really Loooooooong Wait
It has been more than 3 months that my result has been out and it has been quiet a long wait before I am to get my joining dates and this wait has been really kind of testing time for me. My faith in God has really increased and as was written in my kundali long back.. this surely seems to be my path towards what has been written as a Dharam Pracharak - some one who spreads religion and advertises it. Will I be that???
I surely don't have the answer to that.. but I know that I am getting closer and closer to that everyday.
There are events happening in my life that are pulling me towards it. Some atrocities which the nature causes and the sufferings that happen to people really moves me- it shakes me up and I sit down in soul searching and the old question time and again surfaces. Why am I here. What purpose do I serve when I cant do anything to make a person happier for a moment. I know what suffering means. I have lived with that for years now. But why have not been able to understand it till now. May be that I have not completely accepted what I am for I fear that the day I really take what I am i may loose all my energy- I may be what others want be to be. A lost man. No I cant be that. I am CHANDAN. I know how to reply. I know how to fight back.. I Know and that's why I am.
I had that experience in CMC Vellore which I think has affected me too much. There was this young girl who i feel has every right to lead a normal life, who i feel should enjoy the beauties of this world. But destiny it seems has other designs for her. She had epilepsy and i saw her having a fit in front of me. And I couldn't do any thing for her. Some incidents do change ur life. I am not able to withstand the sufferings of the others and that instead of shaking my faith in the presence of almighty is actually increasing it. Day by day I feel I am getting closer to him, day by day my questions are getting answered.
What designs destiny has for me??? I don't know that. But I do want to. I do want to help those who are really needy and who have really suffered. But how am I gonna do that... I really don't know nor do I have the slightest idea. This will bring me closer to GOD, closer to the truth for which we are here. One day hopefully I will discover myself. Discovery which will set me free. Discovery that will lead me into light, Discovery that will release me of the shackles of this life and lift me higher than those who feel that they are someone especial- people who are here just to trouble others.
Hope I live up to my expectations and to those who look forward to me.
May the blessings of almighty be always be on me.
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