Thoughts of an Eccentric Guy

Chink!! The sound of glasses clinking, spoons hitting plates and a light murmur was the only noise I could hear as I waited in the Restaurant for Jahnavi to show up. Since the day we came back from the Golden Gate, the tension between us has been really high. I knew better than to ask her more about the messages, instead tried my best to ignore the incessant messaging she was having. I could understand quite well that she was as agitated as me and that if both of us didn't do things properly we might have our first big fight coming up. Our roommates could easily sense that the situation was going out of control and they tried their best to keep us calm. Krishanan didn't make things any better by making vague comments about seeing Jahnavi and Henry together in the cafeteria. Nor did Steph as she always saw Rebecca discussing her questions with me in class. I hoped she would understand that it was only out of my interest in Cloud Computing, I talked to her. But again,

As we started going through the semester at the University, things started getting exciting between us. Being a new land, it was an awesome experience to have your loved one with you while visiting places. It was quite apparent that my Jahnavi was one of the beauties in the semester and I heard enough compliments about her to make my heart boil at some times. When I told my Jahnavi about the comments and my feelings, she smacked me hard and said, “Shut up, you fool! Ignore their comments! I love you not them nor their comments. I am beautiful, they compliment. It’s how the world is. Forget it.” And bam! I hugged her again. I mean she was proud of herself enough to accept compliments of her beauty, which is very scarce. And while accepting them, she again showed me that her love was greater than all that, which is even scarcer. It was this kind of behavior that made my day. We helped each other out as much as we could. Being in the same classes and same project teams made it e

" Gurur-Brahmaa Gurur-Vissnnur-Gururdevo Maheshvarah | Gurur Sakshat  Param Brahma Tasmai Shrii-Gurave Namah ||1||" Meaning: 1.1:  The  Guru  is  Brahma , the  Guru  is  Vishnu , the  Guru Deva  is  Maheswara  (Shiva), 1.2:  The  Guru  is  Verily  the  Para-Brahman  (Supreme Brahman);  Salutations to that Guru . While travelling to a destination, we see markers along the way that show us different exits and junctions. These markers help us reach our destination. They show us the way we could take. Similarly, God has set Teachers along life to direct us towards our destination. My journey towards a particular destination started in my 9th class at Navy Children School, Vizag. The first decision of taking Sanskrit or Hindi. And the first teacher who inspired me to study for knowledge was Veena Mam. She imbibed the wonder that is Sanskrit and taught us so well that we could even talk in Sanskrit very fluently. She taught me that nothing is impossible and even things

For the past few weeks I have been thinking on different topics to write my next post on. But somehow, I could not decide on any one. From thoughts of me sitting in the Walk-in refrigerator of the hotel I work in to the feelings passing through me as I explore new relationships and places in a country so culturally and structurally different from the one I grew up in. But every time I start writing, I end too many sentences short of a publishable post. It seems as days progress, there are much too many changes cropping up in me that I am lost to myself too. Few days I pass time doing nothing but watching movies. Other days I have such deep thoughts that I am startled whenever someone says my name. Just the other day, I was thinking of how lucky I was to have this life. On my paternal side, my grandfather was one of the Village Leaders and one of the first few to step out of the village. My dad studied in a college situated 11 kms from my village and joined the Indian Na

America – called a Land of Opportunities by many. And then my technical brain said there are too many places in this world which are considered a Land of Opportunities by too many people. So I change my line to "San Jose - a City of Opportunities for the Software Engineer!" (Bah! I am becoming too technical these days! Need to loosen up!) After my cinematic proposal to Jahnavi, the subsequent party atmosphere in our Jet Airways cabin continued well into the night with many of the other passengers coming to us and congratulating us. But I was touched and pleasantly surprised when an old American couple caught up to us in the intermediate stop at Brussels and got us a gift celebrating the occasion. They told us later that theirs was also a love marriage and they felt moved by the love we had for each other. So we convinced the air hostess on the next leg of our journey to let the four of us sit together. As we swapped stories, Jahnavi started leaning on me

Women have to play many roles. And each of these roles interact with men in different ways. When she is born, she plays the role of a daughter. A cute little babe, who brings light to the household and more often than not, luck to the father. Growing up she becomes the girl who is expected to excel in studies to become an independent woman while at home she is expected to learn making a home and help her mother. Once she has grown into a maiden, she has to deal with so many guys trying to vie for her. And if she falls in love with someone, then comes the dilemma and the tensions about the colony resident’s words, family’s feelings and the confusions of love and infatuation. Once she takes on the mantle of a wife and then a mother. Balancing between both these roles itself is a big management issue and over that if she is a working women, then the complications increase exponentially. (I think women don’t need to be trained in management, they can be given MBA degrees f

The day I was about to board the plane to California, I had mixed feelings. A part of me was completely filled with enthusiasm about my first 30-hour plane trip and the excitement of going to a new place… A new country! Another part was thinking of all the things I would miss from India, including my family and friends. Leaving so many people whom you care about behind and moving to a completely new place is definitely one of the worst feelings I have had! It hurt! A lot. As I was walking away from my parents and family in the terminal, I had tears in my eyes. Tears whose meaning I wasn’t sure of. Happiness that I had succeeded in my ambition to study abroad. Or fear that the next days of my life are going to be far away from my home. My journey from Hyderabad to San Jose, was full of introspection interspersed by the anxiety of missing my next flight and the pain associated with the imbalance of air pressure. My thoughts were filled with imaginary scenar

I understand that I am no Vasco da Gama or Gandhiji to write about my "Travels"or "Experiments", but then I have always felt that the mistakes I make and the good things I do, help others in planning their future. And I feel that the experience I had in this time is worth writing a post. When I was starting from Bangalore on the 26th, I was pretty dejected as I had no set target or even options in mind. Also, I didn't believe that the Love Story I had been writing ( I Found Her ) had any chance of becoming real. So, I was almost dejected and expected my next few days to be really bad what with being jobless. It wasn't long before I got warned by my parents that I shouldn't waste time and should get a job as soon as possible. The night I reached Hyderabad, my future felt so bleak and almost hopeless that I cried myself to sleep. The next day morning my happiness knew no bounds as I received an admit mail from San Jose State University (SJSU) for