tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89042818482432984562024-03-06T04:34:21.805+05:30Diligent WanderingsMake senseShamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-29983100048289627712022-02-26T20:34:00.001+05:302022-02-26T20:34:14.016+05:30This is gonna hurt a little<p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Me:</b> Hey Doc, my tooth’s been hurting. Can you take a look?
</span><b style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dentist: </b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sure. But first, let me take a tooth-pic *chuckles and takes X-ray*</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">
</span><b style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dentist(looking at the x-ray) :</b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Son, you seem to have grown too smart for your own good. We gotta dumb you down a bit and pull two of your wisdom teeth out *chuckles*
</span><b style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Me (Terror in my eyes):</b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Damn!</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-67d7d176-7fff-6993-bfc8-9eba6d12a85a"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">* After a week’s worth of mental preparation for some grueling dental work*</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Me:</b> Ok Doc. I’m ready, I think.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Dentist:</b> OK. So here’s the deal. Your upper wisdom tooth is a piece of cake. I can pull it out in 10 minutes. *Superhero look on his face* But the lower wisdom tooth is acting smart. It is lying flat and completely lodged inside your gums. So we will have to cut open your gum, hack the tooth in half, then pull the other half out and then suture the gum back in. There will be a lot of grinding, drilling and bleeding inside your mouth. Just ignore them. But I can try to make it as painless as possible by sticking in a needle full of local anaesthesia in your mouth. We can go up to ten such shots. Any questions?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Me (looking like I just stared into the Eye of Sauron):</b> This is Madness!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Dentist:</b></span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-28e86caa-7fff-918e-2384-41dcdda127f2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 300px; overflow: hidden; width: 400px;"><img height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/3lBK1CKcgkPZmc2smPoLjOfUqKj_tI933F8ZaHmq7zeXZJ41Nf_xG-xKiS4Qz-8yJZA5qLGVrx83qnit-uzAWeg-XwBovWy8pi0-PLwg4em-8Spn57tB-92Hs5OcqSRRwg0Ndw47DTvy33dBRB7YDlHkXNPi8S5yufCBbV8Q7-zPVKOMOlNp_AV_6x37dI6xGJmnIjrBqt1kALG8vC33A8a_qrdVi4FlRMmCv-aArmrOB2h3rMWlPUP33awYa6oMGUjuMM9YZ8avjm7fBpJBodELLEcM6N1qexxpyzIAHwWg1m5UjdJX1hXShlrogTFBTQ7F8UbQwmpJu48NWB95EeGZID5IXyR6ctMZwMyCoNpIMlJkmp9s4wE_h3tGxD9q5xULKg00NfcpwCyCycD5gEIiw7UMYSrv-9uh5Vi2EzVWvgdhj79hqk5Pt5YQBCO5yWhN2Wo9aBvk6Ck239_EHCdZR_7lCqkHcYp9BGPr1Fa5yKgJZwHqp8z3x-Tym7yxIX2QGJXUYIm-4F5YnDA" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="400" /></span></span></span></span>Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-21406474637875398982015-05-29T13:54:00.004+05:302015-05-29T13:54:50.713+05:30FM Radio<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ever since the launch of FM radio in India, circa 2002, I've come to have a love-hate relationship with it:<br />
<ul>
<li>When
it first began in Mumbai I loved the fact that we had something as
awesome and as powerful a media as FM radio which could connect with the
people of the city, and hated the fact that I wasn't on my path to
becoming the next cool and happ<span class="text_exposed_show">ening RJ in the city.</span></li>
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<li>Once it became a part of my life, I absolutely loved the fact that most of the channels played <em>amazing tracks</em>
most of the times, (with a weekend-bonus of great trance mixes) and the
RJs were witty, smart and made sense, (Mumbaikars, remember
#SaturdayJam with RJ Jose and Suresh Menon? They basically kicked ass).
However, I hated the fact that songs were usually cut short to spare AIR
time and that I couldn't listen to all the RJs all the time.</li>
<li>As
FM radio became more popular I loved the fact that the city was
embracing this new media, but hated the fact that the phone lines to my
favourite RJs were now always busy.</li>
<li><span>When FM radio became
as common as television I started loving the creative advertisements and
jingles being aired on it, but started hating the dumb ones and the bad
"seemingly-different-but-reall</span><wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>y-mainstream" music that was becoming increasingly popular on FM.</li>
<li>Today
when FM radio has probably reached its peak in the country, across
cities, I am reduced to love the few good things that I seldom hear on
it: a handful good tracks that are still keeping the music alive on FM,
some really smart advertisements that not only get the message across
but also make you think, laugh and smile, and some interesting, witty
RJ-speak that could probably still inspire someone to take up RJing as a
career. And all of this happens when the <em>precious </em>AIR time is
not frothing with the things I absolutely hate about present-day FM
radio: unbelievably dumb advertisements that challenge the limits of
human stupidity and make me want to rip off the speakers along with my
hair, impossibly repetitive playlists filled with the terrible
"mass-appeal" songs that are an insult to the word "Music" and, yet, are
somehow popular among the people (yeah, I know, that's what mass-appeal
means) and some RJs that are so cheesy and corny that listening to them
can clog up your arteries and give you gas.</li>
</div>
</ul>
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What happened to you #FMradio? You used to be well in-tune.<br />
<br />
Shamanth Huddar.<br />
29th May 2015.</div>
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Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-48701553867174034532015-05-05T23:49:00.003+05:302015-05-05T23:49:35.992+05:30Melancholy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Melancholic
songs can touch the deepest parts of one's being. They are
compositions that are hand-crafted with poignant poetry and
soul-stirring music which beautifully capture emotions of pain,
turmoil and longing. The notes, low and high, and their elegant
transitions, evoke one of the most basic and gentlest of feelings in
the mind of the <span style="font-style: normal;">listener</span><i> </i><span style="font-style: normal;">:
compassion. The listener begins to recognise and empathise, or,
relate to the emotions at play. Moreover, a great vocalist that can
depict the subtleties of such emotions through graceful nuances of
his or her singing brings the listener much closer to the song.
Mohammed Rafi was one such legendary singer that was not only
talented and versatile, but was also well-acclaimed during his times
and continues to be an inspiration for music lovers and singers in
India, even decades after his untimely death.</span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here
are few such songs. Not necessarily sad, but beautiful.</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ehsaan
tera hoga mujh par (Mohd. Rafi)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Humein
tumse pyaar kitna (Female version, sung by Parveen Sultana)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tere
bina Zindagi se koi Shikwaa (Lata Mangeshkar and Kishore Kumar)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Harjaaiyaan
(Nandini Srikar)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nahi
Saamne (Hariharan)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jab
chali thandi hawa (Asha Bhosle)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Guncha
(Mohit Chauhan)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dhak
Dhuk (Amit Trivedi)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
Rain Song (Led Zeppelin)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You're
lost little girl (The Doors)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jo
Bhi Main Kehna chanhun (Mohit Chauhan)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dil
Se (A. R. Rahman)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yeh
jo des hai tera (A.R. Rahman)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Breathless
(Shankar Mahadevan)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Angel
(Sarah McLachlan)</span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
</div>
Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-19611973022467958002015-04-21T23:19:00.000+05:302015-04-21T23:19:02.836+05:30Bangalore<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Bangalore. A city where, till less than four years ago, electric fans
were redundant and thick blankets were comforting. Where the sun was
never harsh and the brow never saw a drop of sweat. Where a ride on the motorbike was refreshingly cool at eleven in the morning and biting
cold at eleven in the night. Where the wind never died. Where the trees
were not only a hallmark of the city's heritage but also the sustainers
of its lovely weather.<br /><br />All that is slowly fading away in the wake
of the inevitable industrialisation and the so-called modernisation.
However, these factors are often blindly blamed without due
consideration to the fact that it is poor planning that lies at the core
of it. Generations of architects, engineers and entrepreneurs all over
the world have worked on a single idea that man can co-exist with nature
for the simple reason that he has no other choice. And yet, through
generations, a lot more people have remained blissfully unaffected by
the significance of such an idea. While many people have repeatedly
shown utter disregard of nature through their actions, several others
have joined them in thoughtlessly ignoring the consequences of following
such a course and continue to do so. <br /><br />However, in spite of all
this, you catch glimpses of nature's stubborn old ways in the city: The
wind refusing to die, temperatures fighting to drop and trees battling
the polluted air. <br />This leaves me wondering about what is more
amazing: How mankind managed to destroy so much of the Earth and its
resources, that came into existence billions of years ago, in less than
hundreds of thousands of years, or how the Earth managed to sustain
itself and its resources through several thousands of years of endless
consumption by mankind and continues to do so.<br /><br />Shamanth Huddar.<br />
<br />-
Typed on an electronic device, posted on a social media website and
submitted from a building made of concrete and glass, where, once upon a
time, there probably stood a tree.<br /></div>
Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-57215912265937797682014-07-12T19:15:00.005+05:302014-07-12T19:15:58.329+05:30Choose to choose<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's that time of life, again,<br />when I must - <br />choose to shed fears <br />and wear confidence;<br />drop the sack of sadness<br />and go forth;<br />make a choice<br />and stand by it;<br />take a deep breath<br />and know that I can;<br />And as always,<br />Remember not to forget.<br />
<br />
Shamanth,<br />
12th July, 2014.</div>
Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-81649069220165560662014-04-03T22:29:00.000+05:302014-04-04T10:28:53.325+05:30Naanu Kandante (As seen by me)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Movie: "Ulidavaru Kandante" (As seen by the rest)<br />
Language: Kannada<br />
<br />
<b>First Things first:</b><br />
<b>1. Excellent treatment of the film - visually and musically.</b><br />
Absofuckinglutely loved the Noir bits - left me begging for more. (Yes! It has Noir! I got goosebumps watching the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POJ_6EtGeMw" target="_blank">trailer</a>)<br />
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MacGuffin" target="_blank">MacGuffin </a>- (not) shown brilliantly.<br />
Groovy background score and music. Some of my favourite tracks from the album:<br />
"Ulidavaru Kandante Theme Music" - Great instrumental track.<br />
"Kaakig Banna" - Surreal and haunting.<br />
"Tiger Dance(Huli Vesha)" - authentic and trippy street music.<br />
<br />
<b>2. Strong characters and great performance.</b><br />
"Richie" is an instant favourite and has a strong screen presence.<br />
"Balu" is pivotal to the story and has been handled very well.<br />
"Democracy" is a kid with loads of attitude.<br />
<br />
<b>3. Flawless editing.</b><br />
The narrative switches seamlessly between different timelines. It keeps coming back to critical parts of the story while dealing with different characters' perspectives of the same sequence of events. This is the central theme of the movie and has been executed extremely well.<br />
<br />
<b>4. The Plot.</b><br />
For any movie to be good, especially a crime-thriller, the plot needs to be strong - and I mean Ambuja Cement Strong.<br />
The plot for this one starts out to be highly intriguing.<br />
Then, it grows strong and advances at a good pace.<br />
Then, it slows down at times - dangerously bordering on becoming boring.<br />
Then again, the plot thickens - like well-cooked rabdi.<br />
By now, you can't resist it so you eat a spoonful of it.<br />
Finally, it ends - with a striking poetic (in)justice.<br />
But somewhere along the way it misses the Ambuja Strong that it promised earlier.<br />
That leaves you with a slight sense of dissatisfaction, but also with the confusion and curiosity of an open-ended narrative that the movie-makers intended.<br />
<br />
At the end of it all the sweetness and thickness, however, don't leave you so easily.<br />
So you can relish it in spite of its weakness.<br />
<br />
A deserving 8 out of 10.<br />
<br />
Shamanth,<br />
3rd April, 2014.</div>
Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-7742514407792666782013-11-29T11:40:00.000+05:302013-11-29T16:35:19.736+05:30Simple<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Life was supposed to be simple. Just that: <i>Simple</i>.<br />
Italics, Bold, Underline, Quotes: None of that jazz.<br />
Turn to a friend for a laugh. Drink the <i>music </i>of life<i>. </i>Ride the waves of imagination. Foster a few dreams. Live the moment, literally.<br />
<br />
Then, start working - to earn a living.<br />
<br />
The fact is, however, that the simplicity never really goes away.<br />
It's right there, always. Just sitting under a pile of several other things.<br />
<br />
All we need to do to reach it is dig deep. And then a little.<br />
<br />
Happy Digging.<br />
(Please, not your nose though. Not in public. That's just disgusting.)<br />
<br />
Shamanth.</div>
Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-34410490706737274192013-08-02T11:29:00.000+05:302013-08-02T11:29:05.109+05:30case (perspective)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
S: WooHoo! I automated a part of my job that would take an hour of manual work before, but now takes only a couple of commands and is done in a few minutes all by itself! WooHoo! I feel so good! Yeah! Technology is great! Achievement is great! I'm so awesome! WooHoo!<br />
<br />
W: Aww honey! I'm so proud of you! Does that mean you'll come home early tonight, huh? Tell me, tell me now, now, now.<br />
<br />
B: Great Job! Appreciate it. Here, take more work.</div>
Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-39026881419988508212013-01-22T13:07:00.000+05:302013-01-23T18:12:59.593+05:30Lord of The Springs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
An early riser and a lover of mornings, you are ready at 7.30 am. You walk around the house with a spring in your step and an eager smile in your heart as you get ready to practice guitar lessons before setting off for the day's work.<br />
<br />
A hater of mornings <i>and </i>of their lovers, the wife stirs in the bed.<br />
You curl up next to her, kiss her good morning and see her smile in return.<br />
"<b>Beep beep beep</b>", the dying cell phone cries in return.<br />
"<b>grrnnnhhhh</b>", she grunts in return.<br />
"Where's the charger?" you ask in honey-coated voice, "I was looking for it all over the place."<br />
<br />
Not a big fan of mornings, the wife. Even less so of conversations or activities at the morn. Slowly, her hand rises and a finger points in an arbitrary direction. The spring in your step pushes the smile in your heart to your face and you out of the bed.<br />
<br />
In a deep voice you start -<br />
"<i>Follow the finger ... to the endless recesses of the wretched wardrobe...</i>"<br />
<br />
The finger moves a little to the left.<br />
"<i>... to the unfathomable depths of the dark drawers...</i>", you continue.<br />
<br />
Down a little.<br />
"<i>... to the merciless chasms of the unholy shelves...</i>"<br />
<br />
"grrnnhh.. the plastic cover", says the groggy wife with great effort.<br />
"<i>... to the ever evasive grey plastic cover that is seen not by the mortal eye...</i>"<br />
"<b>ggrrrnnnhhh"</b><br />
"Ah, found it!"<br />
<br />
The charger comes out of the bag and proceeds to revive the cellphone. Noises come out of the plastic rustling, charger clicking into the socket, a switch thrown on and the cellphone beeping in response and proceed to break the final thread of morning serenity for the wife. The rest was destroyed by your narration earlier.<br />
<br />
"When will you be done with The Lord of The Rings?", she asks.<br />
"Very soon my fair lady."<br />
"hmm... may be you can read 'The Hobbit' after that."<br />
"That you may be certain of", you reply.</div>
Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-57854419478582934192012-09-13T14:52:00.001+05:302012-09-13T14:52:56.826+05:30makethreat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><u>Perl Scripting</u> - <br />
chdir '/usr/spool/news' or <b>die </b>"Can't cd to spool: $!\n"<br /><br />
<u>Unix Command</u> - </i>
<i><br />
kill is a bash built in command: <span class="code"> <b>$ help kill </b></span><br /><b>$ kill -0 $! && kill $!</b></i>
<i><br /><br />
<u>Hardware Verification</u> - </i>
<i><br />
"<b>Fatal error</b> in Process determine_phase_shift at 7814"</i><br />
<br />
Ever noticed how engineers, who build, communicate with others?<br />
<br />
Shamanth,<br />
13 September, 2012.</div>
Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-69883471745861293052012-03-28T15:30:00.001+05:302012-03-28T15:32:08.602+05:30White Noise<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i>I can keep rhythm with no metronome.</i><br />
<i>[The Flobots]</i><br />
<br />
Simple, yet powerful -<br />
" Focus on the goals, not on the obstacles."<br />
<br />
In spite of having come across this several times, and being inspired by it, it wasn't until I thought of it myself, as if telling it to myself, in my <i>own </i>words, that I could grasp the full significance of what it means.<br />
<br />
Focus on what you want - to achieve, accomplish, obtain, attain, (<i>haasil - </i>In hindi/urdu) - and take a vow - for yourself - to do everything it takes to get there, regardless of the difficulties you might have to face along the way. Do not be frightened by the myriad possibilities of failure, but focus instead on the single possibility of success and achievement.<br />
<i>Courage is not the absence of fear; it is acting in spite of it. [Mark Twain]</i><br />
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Focus on what you want - everything else is white noise.<br />
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Shamanth,<br />
March 28, 2012. </div>Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-36336680957387491242011-08-21T19:47:00.000+05:302011-08-21T19:47:06.486+05:30Never forget<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Never forget what is important.<br />
<br />
It is easy to.<br />
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It is just as easy <i>not </i>to. May be, even easier? It is not so difficult to think of what is important and keep it in mind; not so difficult to recognise what is not and keep it out of the way; not when you do it from time to time.<br />
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Shamanth,<br />
21st August, 2011.</div>Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-51531749237737715032011-08-17T18:06:00.003+05:302011-08-19T11:40:40.298+05:30Each time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_t4axb2="111">Never stop;</div><div closure_uid_t4axb2="111"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_t4axb2="111"><div closure_uid_cv5b91="116">especially when tempted to.</div></div><div closure_uid_t4axb2="111"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_t4axb2="111"><div closure_uid_cv5b91="117">The joy it brings is one of pride, satisfaction and an immense sense of relief for having gone on, for not having given up.</div></div><div closure_uid_cv5b91="122" closure_uid_t4axb2="111"><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_t4axb2="111">Shamanth.</div><div closure_uid_t4axb2="111"><div closure_uid_cv5b91="103">August 17th, 2011.</div></div></div>Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-13507201083964142392011-08-16T11:52:00.002+05:302011-08-19T11:41:30.144+05:30My Self<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am <i>so</i> awkward with people sometimes.<br />
<br />
Well, it doesn't really matter.<br />
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What matters is what I tell myself - that I <i>listen</i> to myself; that I be myself.<br />
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<br />
Shamanth.<br />
August 6th, 2011.</div>Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-88647496387618871502011-08-10T15:35:00.000+05:302011-08-10T15:35:46.100+05:30Growing up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_5h5ip4="124">Just like being lied to is a <em>huge</em> part of growing up, isn't <em>lying</em> a huge part of being a grown-up?</div><div closure_uid_5h5ip4="124"><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_5h5ip4="124">Shamanth,</div><div closure_uid_5h5ip4="124">10th August, 2011.</div></div>Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-29655256656362830972011-07-09T00:42:00.000+05:302011-07-09T00:42:02.210+05:30Stand<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Dreams, Desires, Faith, Thought, Action, Perseverance, Hope, Resilience;<br />
<br />
An <i>entire</i> artillery.<br />
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<i>One</i> tender heart.</div>Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-81343145776275028802011-03-11T11:34:00.000+05:302011-03-11T11:34:14.932+05:30Pretty Pink<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Finish a good breakfast - <em>ond upittu, ond coffee (strongu).</em> Hurriedly, start for the bus stop.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Spot a newspaper stall amidst the morning rush.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Be reminded of the talk you have had with your father every other night of the last several weeks, <em>and</em> of your employment status - 'Recent Graduate (May 2009) actively seeking an Entry Level Position'. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The profile of a graduate unemployed for over eighteen months after finishing school is not recent enough for most companies to consider it suitable for an 'Entry Level' position. Nor does it qualify for a 'Senior' position for the lack of experience such a position demands.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">May 2009 was over twelve months ago.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">'Seeking an Entry Level Position' has been the status of your self since.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">'Worried about him' has been the status of your father since.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Deliberate his suggestion one more time. Unlike you, he did not have the internet to search for vacancies when he was a 'Recent Graduate (May 1980) actively looking for an Entry Level Position'. With great reluctance, walk to the stall.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ask for <em>Employment News</em>. It's your first time buying it. Curiously scan the items he has on display but fail to spot it. Watch him attend to others before he acknowledges your enquiry and disappears into the main shop behind the stall. A few moments later, watch him emerge with a thick bundle of papers, folded in his hands.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ask him the price. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>9 Rupees.</em> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is a <em>weekly</em> issue - priced almost twice as much as you expect a daily to be. Trade for it a ten-rupee note. Hold it outstretched, to take a look at the front page while waiting for him to return the change.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gasp! before you are paralysed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The blow, immense in power, is dealt at the centre of your guts.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A moment later, gather your shattered senses.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Close your eyes as you shake your head and scream out to the world -</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><strong>Why. . .?</strong></em></div><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Why is it <strong>PINK?</strong></em></div><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>The front page. . .</em></div><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Why?</em></div><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Just . . . <strong>why?</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Only, no one hears you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">May be it is soft on the soul - the colour. Soothing, perhaps. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">May be it is the government's way of pacifying its unemployed citizens - telling them <em>not</em> to worry. That it will be all right. That they will all find a job soon. That it will all be okay. Soon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pretty <em>pink </em>soon?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">May be. Just. . . may be.</div></div>Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-29465901956341118482010-08-29T12:41:00.000+05:302010-10-28T17:05:53.316+05:30Pure Irony<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Alone in the house, walk into a room,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">a table with a writing pad on it; a pen lying across.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the clean, crisp page – untouched; blank and spotless – inviting.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the heart craves expression – pristine and unrestrained;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">handicapped by form though, expression fails the heart upon a single touch.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Shamanth.</span>Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-83815420438547320872010-05-07T12:29:00.000+05:302010-05-07T12:29:38.170+05:30And they said. . .<div style="color: black;"><i>Sometimes, words are just not enough. But for what they are worth, I'll always be grateful to them. And of course, to the people they belong to -</i></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">It is the natural progression of things. You are either happy with what you have or you strive for something more, better, and the key point is that you, living your life, happens somewhere in that striving. I mean it surely sucks in the present tense, but that's not a reason that your future tense should suck too. Because if you are not doing anything worthwhile in your present limited tick-tocking time then you definitely have a reason to mope around.</div><div style="color: black;"> - <b>Rohit Tenpe</b></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">You're the only one who really cares.</div><div style="color: black;">- <a href="http://www.scammonkey.blogspot.com/" style="color: black;"><b>Chetan Kale</b></a> </div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">Never forget what you once believed in, even if you don't anymore - it is what helped you make your choices, when you did believe it.</div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">- </span><a href="http://www.adwait4u.blogspot.com/" style="color: black;"><b>Adwait Paranjpe</b></a> </div><div style="color: black;"></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">A day when we wake up from our dreams, realizing that life has become an upside down tumbler with us trapped inside... we search for ways outside... a small crevice enough to gasp in a lungful of air, the primordial factor of sustenance... <b></b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="color: black;">- </span><a href="http://fluidofthoughts.blogspot.com/" style="color: black;">Pankaj Shivarama</a></b></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">Take care, stick around. The world is too full of mediocrity, and it takes a lot to keep going.</div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">- </span><a href="http://www.zlaek.blogspot.com/" style="color: black;"><b>Chinmayee Hiremath</b></a></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">There is always a point from where it begins but it is totally upon you when and where you'll end it. 'It' being everything.</div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">- </span><a href="http://www.33percent-extra.blogspot.com/" style="color: black;"><b>Diwakar Sinha</b></a></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z12nw5u5klrselgma22qj5zacxy1g1mtf"><span class="zo">Enjoy while it lasts, and weep not when its gone.</span></span></div><div style="color: black;"><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z12nw5u5klrselgma22qj5zacxy1g1mtf"><span class="zo"><span style="color: black;">- </span><a href="http://existentialisticteapot.blogspot.com/2010/03/short-lived.html" style="color: black;"><b>Mikimbizi</b></a> </span></span></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">When we do what we love we don't even mind losing, just the satisfaction of being alive for a while is enough.</div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">- </span><a href="http://smalltalkcompulsion.blogspot.com/" style="color: black;"><b>Atrisa</b></a> </div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">No one has it all figured out. No one. If it seems like they do, they are doing a fantastic job of covering it all up. And you are doing a fantastic job of buying what they are selling.</div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">- </span><a href="http://www.dirtscapes.blogspot.com/" style="color: black;"><b>Tapan Hoskeri</b></a> </div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">Life is all about questions: why and why not?</div><div style="color: black;"><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z12nw5u5klrselgma22qj5zacxy1g1mtf"><span class="zo"> </span></span><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z12nw5u5klrselgma22qj5zacxy1g1mtf"><span class="zo">- <b>Vaishnavi</b></span></span></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">Essence remains the same, expression varies.</div><div style="color: black;"><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z12nw5u5klrselgma22qj5zacxy1g1mtf"><span class="zo"><span style="color: black;">- </span><a href="http://subtle-signs.blogspot.com/" style="color: black;"><b>Meghana Naidu</b></a> </span></span></div>Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-28323526448338830982010-03-27T12:21:00.000+05:302010-04-09T23:03:03.512+05:30For the love of it<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I was so caught up with running </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">towards something</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> that I had forgotten how much I love running. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Running towards something means desperately racing against time, filling my head and chest with an increasingly throbbing pain; unlike the joy of running <i>for the love of it</i> which fills my heart with a strong, thumping energy that makes me want to go even faster with every push.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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Shamanth,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">26th March, 2010</span></div>Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-59010628876983935042010-03-22T23:31:00.000+05:302010-03-22T23:31:27.446+05:30Have punWhat is the one thing you wouldn't have to worry about when stranded on a deserted island?<br />
<br />
"Going" anywhere.<br />
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Shamanth,<br />
22nd March, 2010.Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-88734017724812587992010-03-18T21:45:00.000+05:302010-03-20T13:49:30.190+05:30Not a jokeWhat is more painful than suppressing a laughter?<br />
<br />
Faking one.<br />
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<br />
<br />
<br />
Shamanth,<br />
18th March, 2010.Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-29681237945207631902010-03-08T05:55:00.000+05:302010-03-08T05:55:49.901+05:30What it takes<i>Being there</i> is all it takes.<br />
<br />
Being there is <i>what </i>it takes.<br />
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Shamanth.Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-43751726463678255192010-03-05T03:52:00.000+05:302010-07-29T09:34:58.531+05:30What you want<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;">Do what you want to. You are not a character from a book. You are what you are. You are everything that your name brings to your mind. Don’t live your ideals for the sake of the ideals. You don’t need the approval of your ideals. Don’t seek from them what they can never provide you. They are but what you believe in. Live them only if and when you want to. Bend them, if and when you want to. Break them, if and when you want to. But believe in them when you do.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;">Not knowing what you want might make you lesser of a man that you are. However, the one thing that certainly makes you even lesser of a man that you are is <i>not</i> working towards what you <i>know</i> you want. Nothing else matters. Fight the world if you have to. Join the world if you have to. But do what you know you have to do in order to get what you want. Anything less is a compromise, precisely, of the man that you are.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;">Shamanth,</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;">4th March, 2010.</div></div>Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904281848243298456.post-11160176479052174222010-03-05T03:01:00.000+05:302010-03-05T03:02:10.472+05:30A lotIt takes a lot to have a place <i>of </i>your own <i>in</i> a place of your own.<br />
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A lot. <br />
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Shamanth,<br />
4th March, 2010.Shamanth Huddarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569556955789576563noreply@blogger.com2