Friday, March 30, 2007

Global Warning


Everytime I fell ill - cold, cough, headache or anything - my dad would say, 'This is a warning from your body, don't abuse it and don't ignore it.' It might sound silly and of course, I'm also full of the arrogant ingredient that young people have - I don't care, but. But, I know that there's truth to it. There's always some truth to what daddys and mommys say, and some lesson to learn. So, heed my body's warning or not, there is another parallel I must draw.

The Global Warning.

Its getting hot. And not because of hip-hop culture. I'm writing this blog not out of scientific enlightenment. I'm writing it because I can't bear the heat. And I wonder, its only April. It's going to get much worse this summer. And what will it be like next year? And the year after? Will we be able to step out into the sunlight? Or will we be 'dangerously' prone to skin cancers and other horrors if we basked in the sun?

How soon before the water runs out? And how soon before the oceans rise? This issue is now bothering our political leaders, or well, at least visionaries. The Times of India thought enough to print a first page article about it. Al Gore made a film about and dramatically warned The White House. Apocalypse is coming.

What I'm scared about is, in whose hands lie the important decisions? Who can save us now? Can we all make a difference? Or is it really too late?

Jane Goodall visited Google Hyderabad a few months ago. Her talk was incredibly inspiring. She's living the life of those we read about. The One Man Army. Woman, I mean. She goes around the world, touching lives, writing books, making speeches. She inspires young people to start doing something. And kids from around the world have responded.

Jane Goodall told us about Roots and Shoots. Her little program that allows volunteers from anywhere in the world to start their own little Roots and Shoots in their city, town, school, home. Each Roots and Shoots group takes up 3 projects. Community level, environmental level, urban, rural or natural levels. Anything their want to make an effort towards, that becomes their project. And there's no compulsion. No monitoring. Just your own will to do something.

It's not too late. Jane Goodall came here a few months ago. I wanted to do something then. That little fire in my belly died out easily. But a little guilty spark remains. Tomorrow, Jeetu and I will start our little Root and Shoot.

More soon.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Don't Look Back In Anger

Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a rock and roll band
Who'll throw it all away.

My friends' band used to sing this song by Oasis. This was years ago, when I was hopelessly in love with the band and its vocalist. And one day, at practice, one of them looked at me and said that that line was dedicated to me. It made me cry. But he was right. They did throw it all away.

But I'll think of them every time I hear it. And sometimes laugh or maybe cry.

From under the desk

There is a bat flying around in my office. It's 8:30 in the evening and my eyes are pulled off my computer screen by an unusual overhead fluttering movement. It is a baby bat.

Bats are not very friendly. You cannot pet them. I promptly jump under my desk with a silly squeak. "There's a bat, there's a bat." Lots of girly gaggle. Finally, Pranav calls the security guys. But by then the bat has moved on to the other half of the floor.

I compose myself made my way out from under the desk. Hmmf. A bat flying around inside the 9th floor area of a large metallic building? What is the world coming to.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Quotes for the day


One of the most exciting film makers ever. Famous quotes. Brilliant chap.

"All you need for a movie is a gun and a girl."

"I pity the French Cinema because it has no money. I pity the American Cinema because it has no ideas."

Jean-Luc Godard.

My roller coaster love affair with Google

I've been at Google for nine months. I love the place. I love everything it stands for. I love Larry Page and Sergey Brin. They are amazing. Reading about them is so fascinating coz they're always upto something. And the press can never quite figure them out.

But here at Google, we see a video every week. A video of what happened at Googleplex, in Mountain View. Larry and Sergey make announcements, discuss things and take the floor for questions from anyone. About anything.
Which company's presidents or founders will allow any employee to ask questions about why they did what whey did, or why they're wearing what they are? It's brilliant fun. They're known for being crazy and uncoventional, and they take that very seriously. We saw a video when our Quaterly objectives were discussed, and the Executives of teams that didn't manage to hit good scores of performance were dunked in a dunk tank. It was hilarious.

Google's ideas and ambitions are strong, overwhelming but pure. That's why its so exciting when we think of the future and read about 'what's coming up soon.' The nicest thing is that anyone with an interesting enough idea, will get support, finance and a chance to make a brainwave into reality.

I know I'll probably quit this job in a few months. Every time I decide that I'm sure I wanna do it, all I have to do is attend a Googly meeting, and I fall in love all over again. It would be heartbreaking to leave and not be a Googler. But then, when they hire us they say that they look for Googly people. Which means I was Googly before I got here too, and will always be. Nice thought, but not consolation enough.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Quote for the day

"Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups."

- Unknown.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

When things have changed so much, and you wish you could go back in time to there and then. And you know it will never be the same. That's one kind of pain.


I love(d) Michael Jackson


Man, I grew up listening to the chap. Thriller. Bad. Billie Jean. There isn't a bigger star in my head. I thought he was incredibly hot, gorgeous, and I loved his music.
When I was in the third standard, I'd come back from school and dance for an hour. To Thriller. The whole album. And the songs still have that effect on me. Billie Jean! I could dance forever. And watching him dance... His videos were always so grand, extravagent and so, so, so engaging. Entertainment. The King of.

I've had a hard time believing what I read in the news about him. I just know that he's really sick now. Sick in the head. I dunno why or how. It's ugly and sad.

But for me, he lives on in my iTunes player and still gives me a little rush and thrill.

Quote for the day

"Reader, suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself."

- Mark Twain

A Photo A Day

Here at Google, we have a photography mailing list, and I read somewhere that they put up one photo that they make, everyday. Sounds fun and not too hard. So, am gonna give it a try too. But, today, not a photo I made today, but a few days ago.

Here goes, to 365 photos a year. At least.


This one is the Bombay skyline, from Marine Drive. Just because I miss home.

A life more extraordinary


I want my life to be a film. I want to save someone's life. I want to survive a calamity. I want a life extraordinary.
I want to be madly in love. I want to fight for justice. I want to stand up all alone.
I want to stand at the helm of the world's biggest ship and scream "I'm the king of the world."

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Quote for the day

The tongue weighs practically nothing yet few people can hold it!

- Foxii Ryder

Horribly Hot Hyderabad

God, its so hot. And how do I get a cold when its so incredibly hot? How am I supposed to avoid cool things when its so goddamned hot? Chicken soup, and warm water... aaargh.




Ahh, for some chilled Kings, and feni. And a bit of sea air. Oh, glorious Goa. God's own acre.



Ro, lets go.

Split - P is for Pig


PIG SOCIETY

Pushed to the wall with vicious psychobabble
A cloud of rage that will grapple you
By the throat, by the balls, by the collar of a uniform shirt
Swing that handle
Swing that handle...

Pushed the wrong button, chose the wrong fucking channel
One more minute and we'll dismantle
And wreck this cage, this box, this rancid moving tin can
9.04 on the panel
9.04 on the panel

One more minute and something will blow
And who'll take credit for the blood that will flow?

Do they wanna grow, do they wanna go, do they wanna stop, do they wanna hit me?
I don't wanna give, I don't wanna take, I don't wanna stick close to the
Pig Society

Infinite crawl I feel my patience unravel
Can't hold on tight enough you will be gone
In a trice in a flash in half the blink of an eye
Hit the gravel
Hit the gravel


HOLY GHOST MACHINE GUN

And the Lord said
The Lord said
Yes, the Lord He speaks through me
The Lord said
To strike dead
You heathen swine who dare pass judgement on his humble servant

In the name of the father In the name of the son
I strike you down with my holy ghost machine gun