In wasteness lies the beauty of life...

"There are some people who fake it, some people who try too hard to make it yet there are very few who really live it.."

This priceless quality of wasteness, in today's world of competition and perfectionism, is rare.

Being a waste simply means doing only the minimum (or even lesser) required in any situation.

Be it anything..

Now that is where the whole trick lies.

A waste, over the years, develops his instincts to such a degree that he can simply sense danger.

In any situation, a waste will keep going down n down till he smells danger and there he stops.This is the 'minimum effort level'..

And needless to say, to develop this instinct/skill is the toughest part of being a waste.

That is why some people never make it to even fake it....

A waste literally lives life 'on the edge'. When a waste does only the minimum, he barely keeps himself out of danger. He stands exactly on the periphery. It is on this periphery that each an every ounce of his effort makes a real difference. And this is exactly what the waste really really enjoys!

It is at this edge that waste gets the highest ROTI (Return on his time invested).

He laughs at those people who strive too hard to stay within the safety limits.

He simply sees no sense is putting efforts to be in the safety zone, coz the ROTI on that effort is certainly much too low!

He prefers to use it instead for some other activity. Pleasure is also a return.

He gets a better return on his time thereby. So after doing the minimum to keep himself out of trouble (but not in the safety zone), he invests the rest of his time and effort in having fun! He will do all those things that others will not, coz they are too busy fighting to get inside the safety zone! But remember, insuring yourself, reduces the return big time.

And that is where the wastes triumph and the others lose.

Of course very few apart from the wastes themselves realise understand this philosophy and therefore are blissfully unaware of the opportunity cost of their overpriced safety.

Of course a few privileged people like me, who get to work with the wastes, realise the magnificence of this simple philosophy. This is when the wasteness is said to have rubbed off onto them too.

However, there is a continuous struggle between the waste and the non-waste, especially when they are to work on the same thing. This is where the genuineness of the waste is tested.

With two entirely different philosophies at work, one can imagine what would happen of the work!

In this quest, the non-waste puts in his best effort to do the work his way. To do so much that it is well inside the safety zone, and pushes the waste to do so too.

A fake waste will give in at a point in time but never a genuine waste will succumb to it...

In fact he will show the non-waste the fun in keeping things ‘on the edge’. Of course, the non-waste will refuse to acknowledge it at first, but over the time, the true and genuine beauty of it will dawn upon him in full measure!!

It is at this point that the waste has his laugh....

When he sees that he has managed to show a person a more fun way to live life..

When he realises that he has proved it yet again that......

... In wasteness lies the beauty of life

Any resemblance to 'The Waste', who i have been working with since the past 1 yr, who gave me a learning experience not in how to do things, but why it is best at times to not do them, is not coincidental...

Seriously a 'niche' lesson that was I must say... :)

friends

I wrote about my teacher, i wrote about my parents.. i wrote about my life and my God.. I did not write about my friends.. Wherever i went, i have always had friends who were classified crazy.. and 2 gems in this category are Neha n Raji (names have not been changed to protect identity coz honestly, they take pride in being called mad..) Whenever i write a post on my blog, i wait for raji to comment.. and the last post i wrote, i got pure gaalis for my post.. her perennial conundrum has been, why do you think so much? why? why? why cant you simply be happy? and i tell her i am.. but the poor female worries.. and then takes a promise from me that i would write a happy post.. i thought i will write a post dedicated to this crazy female called raji... i though of what had we shared in those almost 10 yrs that we have known each other, and i am amazed it has been only 2 yrs that we have really been together! i mean after that it has always been a long-distance relationship ;) but what a relationship it has been.. we have shared innumerable secrets.. and coz these things cant really be put on a blog, i will write of the other things that we have shared - crushes... (yeah i know raji will say i stole the idea.. ) We, alongwith 5 other girls in our class in JC had a crush on 1 guy.. imagine 7 girls, 1 guy... we did all sort of crazy things, right from signing on his roll no everytime attendance passed our bench first to downright adam-teasing at times.. we would fight to park our bikes next to his, and we would at length discuss him right in front of him! Today when i look back i wonder, why exactly him?? i mean really.. he is so dumb!!! but naah at that time, it was 'him' all the time.. i remember when one day raji saw 'dumbguy' with his girlfriend and came us told us, all so dramatically and we were all so heartbroken... :) not that we gave up on him.. but still.. and then one fine day, there was this another fellow.. honestly he was the most handsome guy we had ever seen in our college.. and he always wore clothes in the combination of 'blue and white'.. and contrary to our 'mr.dumbguy' this guy was damn smart.. 'blue n white' knew exactly how handsome he was and therefore was a snob.. there was this once when i was going on my bike with mom sitting wid me, and 'blue n white' crossed us.. and boy oh boy, i kept looking at him till my mom had to tap me from behind n tell me to 'look in front while riding' we were so mad that we would, during the 12th paper, run to his classroom to have one look at him, for good luck!!! :):):) i mean really, for all the good luck that he gave us, he passed 12th std with 45% :) and then to continue the streak of craziness in my life there came neha.. now she deserves one (or in fact more) entirely different post(s) altogether in my blog... its been wierd but it is as if our lives are linked.. me, neha and raji.. whenever i want some (un)sound advice, i can count on these two.. whenever i want someone to assure me that what i am doing is not bad, i call up these girls.. they are exactly those friends who will stand by me when the whole world will shun me coz i am doing something stupid.. and surprisingly, we always find ourselves going through similar phases in life! i therefore pray that these two girls be forever happy, (for my sake)... I have marofied a lot of senti to neha, when we left coep hostel, i mean all that rona-dhona and senti gifts and cards and what not... to tell her what she meant to me n what she will continue to mean... but i never really got an opportunity to do so for raji.. not that i intend to do so now, but yeah all i say is thank you both of you for adding the widest and the brightest streak of craziness in my life, it scares me to think that without you, i would have been a completely normal female!

I would have been...

I do not know how many people experience this.. you do things coz u feel it has to be done, that it is the only right thing to do, coz your heart tells you so.. and then you sit back, to analyse why exactly did your heart say so! and now that you have listened to it, and acted the way you have, will you ever regret being impulsive? This is exactly what i am doing now. Was just going through the album of a friend in IRMA. And as it always happens with me, I realise that i would have been there. In those photos. standing with my arm around smriti... outside the mess, cutting cake for someone's bde.. I would have had a completely different set of friends. Life would have been so so different. Just 1 decision. and there r loads to come. Scares me to think "now i am going to make decisions bout my life.. and it is going to go the way i make it go!!!" damn damn scary. one decision and here i am @ bajaj. What made me take this decision? i must confess, it was impulsive. My logic said stay, do not go.. my heart said go... it was as if it said "Go... u dont know what is there.. i know better.." I wondered how could that be possible, but i did not argue. coz i have stopped arguing with my God. but i know i still have not come to accept his absolute supremacy in terms of my decisions. even while coming to JB, i fought.. i gave my sound logic of how it would surely help me better if i stay back.. in the long run... but still it said.. "go" and here i am. if i would have not come to JB, i would have looked at the website and wondered, well i would have belonged here.. i would have though of mumbai and would have thought.. hmm... 1 decision and i would have been in mumbai... now, for every decision i take, will i be going through this depressing process? yes it is depressing. will it so happen that one fine day i will be so happy with my life that i will look back upon something i gave to be whereever i am and say "hmm... oh thank God, otherwise i would have been there!!!" will it become so routine to make big tough decisions that i will actually stop getting into this process of looking at where i would have been had-i-taken-that-rather-than-this?? I do not know. Landmark forum told me to be into the decision that i took coz i took the decision. but it gets tough. you really cant help but wonder "what if...?" today i wonder, "what made me give up AI?" i say again it was God who told me... he dint say no.. but he dint come alongwith me. This one decision was the toughest one in my life... uptil now. 25 days of turmoil. sleepless nights.. depressing mornings and listless days... and then one day he told me he aint thinking it is a good idea. and there it was! oh so clear! he dint say take this up.. he said dont go for it. and i did not. uptil now, i have never regretted any decision my God took for me. and i sincerely pray, i never ever regret this one too... lot at stake, left a lot... a dream washed away.. a dream given up on... in the hope to create something more beautiful, in search of new dreams, new wishes to ride upon. the path is dark, unknown and hard, the road more travelled though it is, my dream is distant and blurred.. dunno where i am heading towards, dunno where i go from here.. but my God has told me to do this, and that is what i have done, laid my faith totally onto him.. the day he disappoints me, there wont be any me..

Yaadein

Regatta again on the KB day this year.
Yes 9th March, for the KB team of 2003, is celebrated as KB day.
This year is therefore special for all those 30 participant of the best KB that COEP boat club saw.. Got calls from friends saying lets go attend this regatta..
Lets have fun.. lets live those days again... but...
 himmat abhi nahi hai jane ki phir waha..
darr is baat ka nahi ki hum waha jayenge kaise darr is baat ka hai - hum wahase wapas ayenge kaise? 
duniya nai ab basa chuke hai hum.. us mod se aage aa chuke hai hum..
zakhm jo dil pe lage the wo abhi sukhe nahi hai par.. sukhne se pehle hi khul na jaaye, is baat ka hai darr.