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Global Warming, anyone? May 16, 2009

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My mom is really weird.  She asks me often to go to our small plot,that dad purchased a many and many years ago, to pluck some fresh tomatoes for cooking the night food. She along with some other villagers had a pact to grow vegetables for own consumption. I used to think it as ridiculous and always stood for the idea to go to the vegetable market.

Becoming more health conscious I discovered that vegetables in the market are not only full of insecticides & pesticides but also a major source of pollution in many forms. If organic food is the answer, I think we need to repeat the question. And what could be the best alternative to the  pesticides ridden food than the home grown organic food. The list of benefits is huge. And you reduce your cook print to a great extent. I tasted both the tomatoes. The one we grew was much more tastier and crispier. The decision is simple.

What a better world it could be if each of us decided to grow for ourselves what ultimately will going to be a part of our body someday when we will consume & digest it. And yes, it is rightly said, you become what you eat. I repeat decision is simple, and moreover, its yours.

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A Day in my Life (Life is beautiful) April 15, 2007

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Hi, how are you? Most probably you are alright, otherwise you would not have been sitting in front of computer monitor, and reading a blog of stupid guy, and smiling… look you just smile… you naughty…

Anyway, life’s very beautiful. On a good evening, I return from college, unclothe myself and just (hold your breath, there is nothing like that) run into bathroom and take a shower. Shower – the only thing that can make you cool, it’s been so hot here for a few days (due to considerable increase in average global atmospheric temperatures resulting from the greenhouse effect *I love details*). My next step is the Mountain Dew in the fridge, ah!1 litre is just enough. After putting the whole bottle into my stomach, I feel somewhat comfortable. Now, I am ready for other things. Then watching television, and listening to news and things happening around the world. Then reading newspaper* (actually watching explicit & intellectually objectionable photos of bollywood actresses, ok cool mummy doesn’t read this blog). Listening music and day-dreaming about the new iPod nano I am going to get this year. In between, I am hit with hungry-go-insane-gorilla disorders, you can see me running around the home and beating my chest and making loud noises while gulping everything that comes in my way. There is something special about being hungry all the time.

It’s all okay with that, but life’s not so beautiful, when one fine evening I come back my home and go straight into my room and think what’s more to life then taking showers, drinking colas, putting everything into your stomach treating it as a trash can, and reading papers. I think that thinking is justified after having a terrible fight with friend, exchanging blows with the lecturer, and then knowing that college bus driver has just left you over in the college, and then come home to discover only that there is a lock on the main door and I have to wait for another 2 hours until I get into my home.

Sitting alone in front of the main door, I think “Life is all about making your wishes come true”. My parents wished that I be a good person when I grow up, have decent paying job to support my family and educated enough to lead a respectful life. So, they sent me to the best English-medium school in the town, and after that they put me in college with the best placement records. Now, here I am in front of you people, running in what seems to be never ending circles. Go college and come home. I have already spent 20 years of my life in getting secondary education and at least 5 more years to go before I can call myself a master of business administration. Even after that I will wear a tag called “Busy-busy” running after money and well, more money. Life is looking nowhere in the near future.

And then the critical examination of the grounds for fundamental beliefs and an analysis of the basic concepts employed in the expression of such beliefs follow (ahem, those who’ve got under-developed brain like me, it means ‘philosophy’).But the lifetime of that philosophy is equal to that of child who is never born. Sooner or later, mom will arrive and will announce that she brought a Cheese Roll for me. I forget everything about my philosophy, anger and everything about my life as I unwrap the cheese roll and take a bite more than my mouth could accommodate. Who cares about life? I don’t. I love fighting with my friends, I love arguing with my lecturer, I love missing the last bus to home, I love sitting alone in front of my home in dusk. Life’s so beautiful.

*Well, I only read Economic Times, the one with the business news. Actually, there are no actresses to drool over (only silly looking graphs). Ghosh! You knew that, business people are not glamorous enough

Take Care April 4, 2007

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In last post, I had mentioned about my new computer which come pre-installed with windows vista. Few minor corrections in that sentence , it is not my computer, actually ownership of it goes in the name of my brother and it doesn’t come with windows vista. WOW experience, to be precise. It is loaded with Windows Media Centre.

Now, it doesn’t mean that I should start crying like a small baby who is denied his milk bottle, but I have various reasons to smile. My parents bought me a new computer 4-5 years ago, when I was in 9th. My brother got computer when he is in +1. And mom says I can use that computer freely. Free as in “Buy one get one free” not as in freedom i.e. I don’t have to pay anything for using it but I have to leave it when my brother wants to use it. Freedom, oh you understand. What’s the problem then? Nothing, and computer dealer said he would install Windows Vista on 15th of this month. I am smiling….

My brother had already instructed me not to enter his room, when service man would come to install the computer. So, my heart sank a little as I ponder over the thought that I will not be able to watch the auspicious ceremony of new computer installation, and I can’t brood over as he unpacks the realm of ultimate male nirvana i.e. a media centre pc. But luckily, the service man called on my mobile, asked me to receive him on the outskirts of our village. It was once in a life time situation, that I praised my villagers for settling down in their home in no particular pattern or organized manner, which when looked above from a chopper would look like a puzzle game. It was because of them that the service man was not able to figure out our little home sweet home.

Anyways, when he came home I lay down in my bed pretending to be sick and I swear by myself not to go out to living room. But then who cares, I wanted to see how 17” TFT screen looked, and how fast is a 1 GB RAM and 3.06 GHz computer processor. Then who cares, shamelessly I went into the room. I swear again and crossed my fingers and put them on my lips, and promised to myself that I will not speak a word. But to my utter dismay, he announced that Windows Vista is not installed. Now, this is not fair. You would have clearly noticed expressions on my face. My eyes popped out and my jaws dropped down (enough to swallow 5 kg water melon). I was shocked; to me it was like being at the day of my marriage, and knowing that my bride had run away with local vegetable seller (who had twice cheated me by selling 7 days old tomatoes). Now, lot of vegetable and fruits in my this post has to do a lot with my life, to be precise, right now, as I am feeling very hungry. Hungry reminds me of Chicken soup, It is very tasty… anyway my parents say we should not diverge from the focus of our life… err… this post.

I was sad a little bit as I was not able to run Windows Vista. Anyways, few days later, it awaits me… with its arms open… I will run and hug it like a lover meets his beloved after spending 5 years in jail. Oh my vistu (love name) I am coming…

On that note I sign off, bye see you again… and don’t forget to read the title of this post.