Bad Things are So Cyclic..

Things are so cyclic...what you do is what you get..."jo durson ke liye gaddha khodta hai woh khud hi usme gir jata hai..." almost all bad things make a cycle to reinforce it, and almost all good things lead you high but have never a "backpush" from any cycle. Why?

Life of a kid is so much like an observer...he finds bad things in family, he learns good things from family, he is determined to overcome difficulties, he always assumes to have seen the future, but Why do things turn up so badly in adulthood?

When you were graduating you had only family in my mind, well we all have it...when you talk about a job then you mention "for my family"... when you get a good news you disclose it first to your family... but all this mechanically scheduled job life leaves you little to think about any thing...or rather, it leaves you with the only thing as your salary and nothing else.. of course, your resume, your networking, all those bullshit which are track backing you...haunting you...

But then even if i knew how badly you had fared, i made it a point that i wont do the same... i would be different, i would really do any thing for my family... i would spend everything on them, after all its their hard work and sacrifices which has lead me to this peak of my career, i wont get defeated by this life like you did... but nothing, i was just dreaming...

And this is the reality... when you grow up, when you get the job, it detaches you from family more than it attaches you... they never ask you for any thing, you see they have everything... you reduce their needs to mere gifts, and meetings to mere yearly visits...guys make plans for great career, for shifting to US, for doing an MBA or a PhD.. and girls start saving for their going-to-be, the tough unknown life they haven't seen, parents seldom even accept gifts from them (a girl?!?), they live a life as if they have already passed their duragavan...well sooner or later it has to happen...

Detachment is inevitable...and this slow-poison, killing work life makes it worse...the distance is reduced by cheap telecom services but that also becomes a series of formalities of set of questions, which u ask everyday and on every phone call... all the smiling dreams you had turns to be gloomy, the sweat on the head makes u feel tired...but who asked for this all?

Is making money so hard in the world?...that it makes you leave your past behind like it never existed...school friends and college friends become your close pals.. you tend to forget your past rivalry and greet even your college foes with a pleasant smile...you tend to make shallow friendship because you never know when you would need them in future...you may still sit together, laugh, eat on the same table with one whom you just back-stabbed a while ago...you form fake goodwill around because you want to hide your ill ambitions...

No i don't mean I'm not loving my parents, I also don't mean I'm avoiding my responsibilities, but where is the passion I used to feel when I was kid? Why was it there when I didn't own a pocket, and why is it disappearing when i have all full-four pockets?

Things have changed so much in this short span job life...the respectful attitude for people, the sweet love for girls you've crush upon, the non-stop to-be-on-the-top spirit...all of these seem to fade out..to materialize..and person in me is getting hard...more and more oblivious to the nature...to the people...may be, to myself too.

Spot the match between the ads

I have come to the conclusion that watching a cricket match is the ultimate test of a person’s patience. By that reasoning we might as well be a nation of a billion monks. But I am not referring to the highs and lows of a cricket match that goes down to the wire. It’s those wretched advertisements that raise my BP.

Seriously, the number of advertisements during a cricket match may actually be the reason behind the increasing number of bald men in the country, who tear out their hair in frustration every time an over is interrupted by an ill-timed ad, usually of a cricketer selling us a pen or something.

Imagine Yuvraj just getting out to a yorker. As you wait with bated breath for the replay to vent frustration at the batsman, you are suddenly assaulted by the same Yuvraj exhorting you to consume health supplement capsules. The channel then jumps to live action just as the bowler is approaching the crease. Whatever happened between those precious few minutes is lost forever, relegated to the hard-drives of sports channels, not considered important enough for us dim-witted viewers.

Advertisers are now coming up with new and innovative ways to seek our attention. Gone are the days when the camera would pan during the change of ends to show the fielder digging his nose or the batsman indulging in some barely legal ‘excavations’ into his groin area. Now, even the single being taken is shown in a smaller window, with the rest of the TV showing a ‘mini ad’.

Even the radio is not immune to the vagaries of the ad world. Tune into a live broadcast and after every boundary you’ll hear something on the lines of “yeh laga ‘idiot cream’ chauka!” It’s as if the boundary wouldn’t have come if the cream company hadn’t paid for it. What’s next? Soon we’ll have companies queuing up to sponsor every single moment on the screen. If a player sneezes on screen, an inhaler ad could pop up and when a player does an itchy and scratchy display, the relevant ointment could make an appearance.

In the midst of all this madness, it’s the viewer who suffers (unless he has an itchy groin). Take Sachin’s Hyderabad epic. He spent hours on the field during that breathtaking knock but we may have ended up seeing more of Dhoni, Yuvraj and Shah Rukh Khan selling us everything from mobile phones to chyawanprash.

I know that ads are not something we can do away with. But my question to the broadcasters is, do you really have to ruin the match experience for us? Not that they are listening. But since cribbing is a national pastime, it’s not going to stop me from complaining. I think the only option now is to run an ad to protest the deluge of ads during a cricket match. It’ll need to have some cricketers though, to grab viewer attention.