Yet Another Software Junk | മറ്റൊരു പാഴ്‌ജന്മം

"Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country." -JFK.

Am thinking ... If I was not born here... my country could have saved a lot of money.

My primary education: Wow!!... It was almost free for me!!!
Still I don't know what integration is. :-(
(Alla..ithokke padichittu njan enthu nedi? enthinenne ithokke padippichu?)

My B.Tech Education: I (Err...my Dad) had spent only Rs. 10000/- or less including books.
But if I start calculating the amount spent for me to acquire a Graduate degree... fuzzy !!!
See the infrastructure of Govt.Engg. College, Thrissur. Divide it with number of students.
Count the Lab equipments and its maintenance cost.
Count my Professor’s/lecture’s salary.

And What I offered to my country? Nothing.

My Social Awareness: If I don't throw waste papers and never spit on the roads, My country could have spent lesser amounts on the cleaning army.

If I have a clean and healthy habits... My country needn't invest huge sums on healthcare.

Each time when I buy a cheap DVD (just Rs. 30 ) carrying three Indian Movies, I am nailing the Film industry here and I am not bothered about it. The rumors has it that this money is going to fund anti social elements/terrorists. If I didn't born, I wish :-(

I had spent so much time watching cricket. My unnecessary craze on this lazy game killed many other sports in the country. At least I could have spent more time with my mother on purchasing something from market, or helping her. huh!!!

If I were a responsible driver, with a sense to avoid mad rush in traffic jam, it could’ve saved considerable time for many other people on the road.

I am not daring to measure the amount of food I've just wasted; but I am sure that if I do care my country will be surplus in its resources.

I am sad... Not a single Indian has got benefited from me.
I am living for myself, for my family. I am selfish :-(

Whatever talent I have ...I am using it only to curse my country.

Oh... JFK... my salutes !

Have you ever had a strong feeling of fear at a time when you are shifting to another city? You might be surprised to hear that I am girded with a strange aura of fear following my decision to shift to the Garden city of India. Yes…I am moving to Bangalore… Sorry it is Bangaluru (or something ) now. That is the difference might be.

It was not the same city that it was 4 ½ years back while I was hunting for a job. It was a lovely city then. Now, soaring skyline and the resulting pollution has changed the face of the city.…city of terrible traffic jam… cost of living is so high that even motivates common people for robbery … may be they will kill people for a few bucks … Heard that traveling at night is dangerous… even for men !!

Haa… Now I realize the value of Chennai… I was never afraid to live here… one reason is that the (metro) city life here ends at 9. Then City Police takes the control of roads… They are proud to roam around in their brand new Hyundai Accent donning square sirens just like the LAPD(Los Angeles Police Dept). They might stop you in the middle of night and enquire… "what are you doing in this odd hour…go home…”. I was really annoyed to hear such interferences to my personal freedom. I was not aware that they are making my life secure.

Fear… it might be born with me… take simple examples …

Before coming to Chennai I was afraid of the scorching Chennai heat… what will happen if my skin turns black ;-)

While I got admission to Engg. College for computer Science … I thought…Is it possible for me to understand the working of a Computer?... I was afraid about the micro processors…chips…blah blah…

May be most funniest fear is …
4th std boy to his classmate: "Man… from 5th std onwards we need to follow a time table… is it possible for us to follow this…what will happen if some other teacher comes to take her subject and what will happen if I don't have the textbook of her subject?"

silly silly things… but I am better than my old pal who usually get confused to wear his shoes. He usually takes 5 minutes to decide which shoe to wear first …right or left?