Non–repudiable Authentication is a concept in which it can be verified that the sender and the receiver were, in fact, the two parties involved to send and receive the message respectively or we can say that Non repudiable authentication tries to prevent false denial of either of the two parties after the contract has been established [1]. Non Repudiation with proof of origin proves to the recipient that the claimed sender of the message is indeed the real sender. Non repudiation with proof of receipt proves to the sender that the message has been delivered to the intended recipient [2].
It seems non-repudiation is desirable but it’s not the case always. Sometimes people want plausible deniability. Consider an example where Alice is President and gives the orders to her underlings for some secret scheme (example: Assassinate Fidel Castro). The underlings must be absolutely certain that the orders came from the president, so it is necessary to have source authentication of the message, but Alice certainly wants plausible deniability so that if her underlings are caught or killed or the plan leaks out in public, president can disavow any knowledge of their actions [3].
Alice and Bob can choose to use short lived keys (Using timestamp) for non-repudiable authentication. Here when Alice sends a message to Bob, she must be able to prove not only that she was indeed the sender but also the time when the message was sent and once Bob knows all of the above, Alice can never deny having sent the message. Suppose Alice and Bob takes help of Tim the timestamper to thwart the villainous Eve’s attempt to interfere with their communication. Alice creates a message and digitally signs it using her private key and sends it to the Tim the timestamper. Tim just verifies that the Alice’s keys are still valid, and then adds a timestamp to the message, signs it and sends it back to Alice. Now Alice sends this letter to Bob. Now Bob uses Alice’s public key to check the signature on the message, to verify its integrity. Bob can also be sure that it was Alice who signed the message because the messaged is signed and dated by trustworthy Tim (Which means Alice’s keys were valid when Tim signed it). Since Bob knows that the Alice signed the message with her key and this key was neither expired nor revoked at the time she signed it, Alice can not deny having signed it [4].
References.
1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Non-repudiation
2. http://www.itsecurity.com/security.htm?s=538
3. Kaufman .C., Perlman . P., and Speciner. M., “ Network Security : Private
communication in a public world”
4. http://www.carillon.ca/library/nonrepudiation_1.2.pdf
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
HAPPY kind of Birthday
Hello Everyone,
I am certainly not lost. There were ample of things to write about but just could not sit down and write.
Today is my official but unreal Birthday. I was unaware, working in my desk when I suddenly heard "Hey Saurav" "Happy Birthday". I was completely socked, I could not hide the surprise and it took me few seconds to realize what was going on. Matt was now surprised "aren't u sure about your Birthday?". I explained why it did happen. I was 2 months younger to be eligible to appear in SLC so It had to be adjusted and it was. He was little surprised, but said "ok let me know when real one comes". Tim said "happy kind of birthday". We all shared a light moment there. I got email again "what is today's plan B'Day boy?".
I explained again.
See u later. We are having International night on Sunday (18th Nov). I am little engaged in that one. I am learning more about foods from different countries. Today I knew little about German food, tomorrow its turn to know little more about Filipino Chopsey. Sunday is the day to taste them all.
Mprofit.
I am certainly not lost. There were ample of things to write about but just could not sit down and write.
Today is my official but unreal Birthday. I was unaware, working in my desk when I suddenly heard "Hey Saurav" "Happy Birthday". I was completely socked, I could not hide the surprise and it took me few seconds to realize what was going on. Matt was now surprised "aren't u sure about your Birthday?". I explained why it did happen. I was 2 months younger to be eligible to appear in SLC so It had to be adjusted and it was. He was little surprised, but said "ok let me know when real one comes". Tim said "happy kind of birthday". We all shared a light moment there. I got email again "what is today's plan B'Day boy?".
I explained again.
See u later. We are having International night on Sunday (18th Nov). I am little engaged in that one. I am learning more about foods from different countries. Today I knew little about German food, tomorrow its turn to know little more about Filipino Chopsey. Sunday is the day to taste them all.
Mprofit.
Friday, October 19, 2007
ESD
I have never felt like this before. I am scared of so many things at once, which is very unnatural and disturbing. I have to think before touching anything, but I cannot help. I get the “shock” anywhere, anyhow from many different varieties of living and non living things. The funniest thing to receive shock from was my breakfast toast. The more annoying thing is the feeling of “its gonna stay the same till the end of winter”. Yes u might have guessed by now, I am talking about ESD.
Electrostatic discharge (ESD) is the sudden and momentary electric current that flows between two objects at different electrical potentials – Wikipedia
I am reading Anne Frank’s diary (The diary of young girl) these days. Actually its revising, I have already read this book twice before. First I read about her during my intermediate of science, second during Bachelors in Engineering and this (third) time I am doing Masters. I am pretty much sure I will read her again; possibly it might be during P.hD. I have admired Anne at all ages and reading her at different age gives different perception of her and each time she is imprinting bigger and better picture of her into my mind. I am sure she was very pretty, smart and true from heart.
Today I waited for my professor outside his office for more than half hour to give my presentation but he did not show up. This is the second time he has missed appointment in this semester. Its temporary relief, but long term pain. He is wasting my time which I would otherwise waste myself. Scientifically he did not harm me.
Happy Dashain.
MprofIT
Electrostatic discharge (ESD) is the sudden and momentary electric current that flows between two objects at different electrical potentials – Wikipedia
I am reading Anne Frank’s diary (The diary of young girl) these days. Actually its revising, I have already read this book twice before. First I read about her during my intermediate of science, second during Bachelors in Engineering and this (third) time I am doing Masters. I am pretty much sure I will read her again; possibly it might be during P.hD. I have admired Anne at all ages and reading her at different age gives different perception of her and each time she is imprinting bigger and better picture of her into my mind. I am sure she was very pretty, smart and true from heart.
Today I waited for my professor outside his office for more than half hour to give my presentation but he did not show up. This is the second time he has missed appointment in this semester. Its temporary relief, but long term pain. He is wasting my time which I would otherwise waste myself. Scientifically he did not harm me.
Happy Dashain.
MprofIT
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Prashant Mania
I am thankful to Sushant, Kalash, Gaurab and Sachit for contributing their articles to this blog. I have always believed that the ability to heed different (opposing) views is one of the biggest human qualities and this quality always helps. I hope the reader will enjoy the articles and come up with their own impression on what happened in Nepal after Prashant’s Indian idol glory. We (I and the four writers) welcome critical, analytical and constructive response from all the readers.
Hopelessness in my paradise
-Sushant
Finally they came out on the rooftops, bacchanalian and ecstatic. The waning moon was still bright, brighter than the hope for my paradise. I was sitting on my bed, quiet and innate like the darkness itself, impervious to the clamor outside. In my last, desperate attempt to stifle the volcanic rage trying to erupt inside me, I looked at my wife curled besides me, on the warm bed. The moonlight had rendered her angelic. I loved her so much. She was my last resort; the oasis of peace amidst the weltering midnight. Then suddenly, the tension became unbearable. They pounded my head with shrill wails, and cacophonic howls. Then I gave up. I had lost the last bit of my hope then.
It was the night Prashant Tamang, an Indian Police officer of Nepalese origins, had won his fight at the Indian Idol. The purpose of the TV program was to select the best singer among hundreds from India. The program was a reality show, where people could eliminate singers by voting through SMS, the reason for its huge popularity. Everyone agreed that Prashant was not the best singer there but week after week, we had cast millions of votes worth millions of rupees for Prashant. We finally succeeded in killing talent and ethics for the sake of our roots on 24 September 12: 15 PM. I had lost my battle for morality and conscience to the Nepalese Jihad.
Defeated, I went out to my rooftop to congratulate the winners. Silhouette of teenagers beating drums, and shouting "Down with the Indians !!! Long live Prashant !!!" echoed from every direction. Then suddenly I realized that even they were not the real winners. They were losers like me, who would not hesitate to shoot their own brothers in the name of killing a mosquito on their shoulders. They were defeated just like me, only defiant.
Night after night, those rabid dogs watched Indian TV programs and serials. They dreamt wearing the same clothes as on their soap operas. Every hour they savored thinned legged skinny Bollywood models dancing half-naked. Every whit of grain they ate came from India and they expected every Bollywood hunk to be their husband. These sentimental fools had blatantly chosen not to accept their situation. The reality is that they were pigs, living on scrapes of others but blinded by their haughtiness and arrogance. They were still living in caves, unaware of the progress outside. They were morons who were satisfied to wear Levis jeans and Rebook shoes, unaware that these things were gnawing their economy from inside. Millions in their own country were dying from starvation and war but they felt proud in wasting their money on coke. They were the poorest in the world but blamed their poverty on their neighbors for not helping them. They ran away from every responsibility to improve the situation, but they did not fail to point out the mistakes of those who were in power. They just hated the Indians because they don't want to accept that they are failures.
We just blame others because we are nothing by ourselves. We belligerently resist any criticism because we don't want to hear the truth. I saw them hesitate to send SMS needed to collect funds for flood victims, citing uncertainty of delivery. Yet they were wasting millions on one person just because we wanted to see the Indians fail, when we knew that every penny would be gobbled by TV stations and Telephone providers. We didn't hear and single voice scream when bombs were exploded on our busy streets.
We made an average singer win a singing contest, just because we are pathetic enough to ignore talent completely. We were unhappy because an Indian said that he would like to see people not base their judgement on ethnicity. I wanted to shout, "Wake up losers. Show them that you are something by doing something here".
Why should the Indians fail? The feeling should be that we should win. There is a difference in others losing and us wining. Even if we are desperate to see them lose, it won't come by watching their shows and hating them for that. We should unite for the right cause. We beat our brothers from terai in Hritik Roshan incident or assignation in Iraq, just because they looked like Indians. Even if they were, we have no right to beat them. They were not the ones who went to Iraq. They are actually doing our work for us. How many "Pahadi" hair dressers do you see? How many Nepali businessmen (which is the backbone of economy) have you heard of? You are proud of picking cottons in Australia or cleaning restaurants in the USA but loathe someone doing the same here. If you want to be respected be self sufficient. Do not go complaining over everything, or harassing people because they are trying to make a living.
The final blow to my cause came when my wife woke and stood beside me on the moonlit balcony, rejoicing how Nepalese were united to see their brother win over the worthless Indians. Congratulations Prashant, You have won your battle but I've lost mine. I have my own Kapilvastu within my heart.
Midnight Thoughts
-Kalash
Sunday, midnight, early autumn. I came out into the balcony to get some fresh oxygen. In the grey sky, the refurbished moon's luminescence was impeded by a bunch of tenuous clouds. The environment was indeed tranquil and so was my existence. A sudden surge of supportive hooting in extreme jubilation filled the air with commotion. Prashant Tamang had just been crowned an Indian Idol. With an obscure sight I could see the people in the neighborhood coming out into their rooftops, balconies, on the roads chanting slogans for Prashant. My vision in the night was not good enough to read their expressions and countenances but their screams in sheer excitement were well enough to depict their state of exponential rise in euphoria. They were clapping, shouting, singing, beating drums, playing music, may be dancing and jumping, and so on.
The night was filled with extreme celebration. There were chants and slogans. I could hear people screaming 'yo jeet kasko? prashant ko, yo haar kasko? dhoti ko'. Framing the sentence within inverted commas in English, 'whose victory is this? Prashant's. whose loss is this? Indian's.' This slogan made me ponder and ask myself one question instantly. If it was Indian's loss then who is Prashant Tamang? Which citizenship does he belong to? As far as my ken in this is concerned, I think he is an Indian citizen. This question cascaded another one. Then how could it be Indian's loss? He is a nepali language speaking citizen in India (Nepali language is the seventh largest national language in India). May be his roots (ancestors) are from those parts which are now within geographical boundary of Nepal. But if we talk about roots then a large number of enthnic community which have now flourished in different parts of Nepal, including Kathmandu valley, have migrated (notably Dravidians) some 2000 years ago from those parts which are now within geographical frontier of India.
Nostalgic thoughts creeped into my cerebrum, and I was taken way back to the day of 'Hrithik kanda'. It was noon that day and the pictures are still vivid to me. People were blaring in violent rage and agitation shouting anti Indian slogans. They were enraged and infuriated by some of the statements made by an Indian actor and an Indian citizen, Hrithik Roshan. The statements made by him against Nepal had not even been authenticated. The situation was out of control. The furious masses were smashing and shattering everything around them, inflicting damages to the glasses of the buildings near by pelting stones. An outsider said something against our country and we were damaging and destroying our own roads, lamp posts, bars, parks, buildings and so on. I felt like some one rebuking Nepalese and the Nepalese were slapping their own faces. The only sane word I could give to that act at that time was 'insanity'. A bunch of mass started attacking ethnic group from the southern part of Nepal (Terai or Madhesh). Those ethnic group, the so called Madhesis, were from Nepal with Nepali citizenship, albeit exceptions in this can't be ignored. They were lambasted, kicked, dragged, chased, humiliated in their own nation by their fellow citizens. I felt pity on them who were getting beaten, more sympathy on them who were submerged with that extreme national feeling by thrashing their own fellow citizens, and the most sorry for myself who was watching that in a helpless condition.
The clamor of the drums and gala moments outside brought me back to the present. People were still dancing and merry making. I still could not wipe away the images of our fellow citizens being beleaguered in our own country with the suspect of being Indian citizen and the same mass rejoicing in the victory of an Indian citizen. The reason for former, they look like people from (Bihar and UP) of India, while the reason for latter he looks like an ethnic group of Nepal and may be or not his roots are from here. I have an admiration towards Prashant, not because he is a 'Tamang' but because I like his singing. And, it is unreasonable for me not to like Amit, just because he is an Indian, despite the fact that I like his singing too.
Are we sane? If so then do we have a clear national feeling? I doubt such national feelings are overshadowed by racial approach. A wise man has rightly said, it's not the position where we stand that really matters but it's the direction where we are heading towards. And this direction, tonight, is beyond the realm of my mental horizon to comprehend. The bawl and festivity of the people were attenuating and getting dispelled gradually. I lifted my head and glanced at the moon, it was still covered with clouds.
Gaurab’s Reaction
I can not agree more with Shusant on this and the jublient people ( both in india n here),who came out cheering in the streets after midnight must be congratulated for showing the national and regional integration. I could only have wished to see a worthy reason for that, alas, the reason was someone of nepali origin won a electronic polling contest ( i'd never accept it as a singing contest ), where one person can cast as many votes he or she wants till his/her body aches or eyes sore( so much the democratic way finding talents ),in expense of some very good singers week after week ( we don’t have many disputes about this, do we?).
Incidents like this also question the routes we choose to pursue our happiness; the whole show (prefixed reality) was nothing more than an elaborate facade, an outcome of some monetary thinking, for pure commercial purpose. We fail to realize, winning or losing of someone is just an independent event in a matrix created by the makers of the show. Its their world, their setup, their game, their rules and their success but our money, our emotions, our morality, our ignorance and above all our failure of judgment. In the process of making Prashant 'THE ONE' we capitulated ourselves to that matrix.
Sachit’s Reaction
I went through a lot of arguments, mixed expressions about PRASHANT TAMANG being crowned as INDIAN IDOL - 3, Most of us don't understand why people here are so excited about it. The only reason is that prashant belongs to the same ethnic group as we people coz of that it's natural to have an emotional support and now he've won that's enough we don't need to chant anti indian slogans here.
"Why did it happened ?"
People in nepal have been silently drinking all the discriminations and cheep behavoiurs from india and it's people from time to time. This time all their frustation exploded as a guy whom all we supported, the one who wears DHAKA TOPI, and Sings BIR GORKHALI in front of millions of peoples is making us proud of ourselves which we have forgotten a lot ago just being lost in so called western civilization.
"Scenario In Darjling"
The actual situation and slogans are no different in Darjling, Sikkim, kalingpong, Himanchal Pradesh and North-east of india because despite of holding the indian citizenship the peoples belonging to Nepali race are being discriminated on their own land, and Prashant's victory is taken as their own victory and the reason behind is they are the ones who actually voted that much for his victory.
"Look Back to ourselves in the Mirror"
We all are so happy that Paashant Tamang (Holding a Nepali identity, language being a indian citized also a Police ) won the title, but is this all we should have been doing now ?? ask yourself more than being happy on his winning we should be chanting anti slogans about all the recent incidents happening in Kapilvastu and it's surrounding areas, we should have enough concern about the flood victims who are the actual Nepali brothers and silsters of ours. who need the real help this time.
Final Words:
Now the time for fun have expired be concerned about the real problems in the country this proves how Nepali are you, How much Bravery do You have and How much Love do you have for each Brothers and sisters of your country, Your ethenic Group, Your citizenship. I could have spoken much, may be some of you don't like what i say but would you PLEASE THINK ABOUT IT..........
Hopelessness in my paradise
-Sushant
Finally they came out on the rooftops, bacchanalian and ecstatic. The waning moon was still bright, brighter than the hope for my paradise. I was sitting on my bed, quiet and innate like the darkness itself, impervious to the clamor outside. In my last, desperate attempt to stifle the volcanic rage trying to erupt inside me, I looked at my wife curled besides me, on the warm bed. The moonlight had rendered her angelic. I loved her so much. She was my last resort; the oasis of peace amidst the weltering midnight. Then suddenly, the tension became unbearable. They pounded my head with shrill wails, and cacophonic howls. Then I gave up. I had lost the last bit of my hope then.
It was the night Prashant Tamang, an Indian Police officer of Nepalese origins, had won his fight at the Indian Idol. The purpose of the TV program was to select the best singer among hundreds from India. The program was a reality show, where people could eliminate singers by voting through SMS, the reason for its huge popularity. Everyone agreed that Prashant was not the best singer there but week after week, we had cast millions of votes worth millions of rupees for Prashant. We finally succeeded in killing talent and ethics for the sake of our roots on 24 September 12: 15 PM. I had lost my battle for morality and conscience to the Nepalese Jihad.
Defeated, I went out to my rooftop to congratulate the winners. Silhouette of teenagers beating drums, and shouting "Down with the Indians !!! Long live Prashant !!!" echoed from every direction. Then suddenly I realized that even they were not the real winners. They were losers like me, who would not hesitate to shoot their own brothers in the name of killing a mosquito on their shoulders. They were defeated just like me, only defiant.
Night after night, those rabid dogs watched Indian TV programs and serials. They dreamt wearing the same clothes as on their soap operas. Every hour they savored thinned legged skinny Bollywood models dancing half-naked. Every whit of grain they ate came from India and they expected every Bollywood hunk to be their husband. These sentimental fools had blatantly chosen not to accept their situation. The reality is that they were pigs, living on scrapes of others but blinded by their haughtiness and arrogance. They were still living in caves, unaware of the progress outside. They were morons who were satisfied to wear Levis jeans and Rebook shoes, unaware that these things were gnawing their economy from inside. Millions in their own country were dying from starvation and war but they felt proud in wasting their money on coke. They were the poorest in the world but blamed their poverty on their neighbors for not helping them. They ran away from every responsibility to improve the situation, but they did not fail to point out the mistakes of those who were in power. They just hated the Indians because they don't want to accept that they are failures.
We just blame others because we are nothing by ourselves. We belligerently resist any criticism because we don't want to hear the truth. I saw them hesitate to send SMS needed to collect funds for flood victims, citing uncertainty of delivery. Yet they were wasting millions on one person just because we wanted to see the Indians fail, when we knew that every penny would be gobbled by TV stations and Telephone providers. We didn't hear and single voice scream when bombs were exploded on our busy streets.
We made an average singer win a singing contest, just because we are pathetic enough to ignore talent completely. We were unhappy because an Indian said that he would like to see people not base their judgement on ethnicity. I wanted to shout, "Wake up losers. Show them that you are something by doing something here".
Why should the Indians fail? The feeling should be that we should win. There is a difference in others losing and us wining. Even if we are desperate to see them lose, it won't come by watching their shows and hating them for that. We should unite for the right cause. We beat our brothers from terai in Hritik Roshan incident or assignation in Iraq, just because they looked like Indians. Even if they were, we have no right to beat them. They were not the ones who went to Iraq. They are actually doing our work for us. How many "Pahadi" hair dressers do you see? How many Nepali businessmen (which is the backbone of economy) have you heard of? You are proud of picking cottons in Australia or cleaning restaurants in the USA but loathe someone doing the same here. If you want to be respected be self sufficient. Do not go complaining over everything, or harassing people because they are trying to make a living.
The final blow to my cause came when my wife woke and stood beside me on the moonlit balcony, rejoicing how Nepalese were united to see their brother win over the worthless Indians. Congratulations Prashant, You have won your battle but I've lost mine. I have my own Kapilvastu within my heart.
Midnight Thoughts
-Kalash
Sunday, midnight, early autumn. I came out into the balcony to get some fresh oxygen. In the grey sky, the refurbished moon's luminescence was impeded by a bunch of tenuous clouds. The environment was indeed tranquil and so was my existence. A sudden surge of supportive hooting in extreme jubilation filled the air with commotion. Prashant Tamang had just been crowned an Indian Idol. With an obscure sight I could see the people in the neighborhood coming out into their rooftops, balconies, on the roads chanting slogans for Prashant. My vision in the night was not good enough to read their expressions and countenances but their screams in sheer excitement were well enough to depict their state of exponential rise in euphoria. They were clapping, shouting, singing, beating drums, playing music, may be dancing and jumping, and so on.
The night was filled with extreme celebration. There were chants and slogans. I could hear people screaming 'yo jeet kasko? prashant ko, yo haar kasko? dhoti ko'. Framing the sentence within inverted commas in English, 'whose victory is this? Prashant's. whose loss is this? Indian's.' This slogan made me ponder and ask myself one question instantly. If it was Indian's loss then who is Prashant Tamang? Which citizenship does he belong to? As far as my ken in this is concerned, I think he is an Indian citizen. This question cascaded another one. Then how could it be Indian's loss? He is a nepali language speaking citizen in India (Nepali language is the seventh largest national language in India). May be his roots (ancestors) are from those parts which are now within geographical boundary of Nepal. But if we talk about roots then a large number of enthnic community which have now flourished in different parts of Nepal, including Kathmandu valley, have migrated (notably Dravidians) some 2000 years ago from those parts which are now within geographical frontier of India.
Nostalgic thoughts creeped into my cerebrum, and I was taken way back to the day of 'Hrithik kanda'. It was noon that day and the pictures are still vivid to me. People were blaring in violent rage and agitation shouting anti Indian slogans. They were enraged and infuriated by some of the statements made by an Indian actor and an Indian citizen, Hrithik Roshan. The statements made by him against Nepal had not even been authenticated. The situation was out of control. The furious masses were smashing and shattering everything around them, inflicting damages to the glasses of the buildings near by pelting stones. An outsider said something against our country and we were damaging and destroying our own roads, lamp posts, bars, parks, buildings and so on. I felt like some one rebuking Nepalese and the Nepalese were slapping their own faces. The only sane word I could give to that act at that time was 'insanity'. A bunch of mass started attacking ethnic group from the southern part of Nepal (Terai or Madhesh). Those ethnic group, the so called Madhesis, were from Nepal with Nepali citizenship, albeit exceptions in this can't be ignored. They were lambasted, kicked, dragged, chased, humiliated in their own nation by their fellow citizens. I felt pity on them who were getting beaten, more sympathy on them who were submerged with that extreme national feeling by thrashing their own fellow citizens, and the most sorry for myself who was watching that in a helpless condition.
The clamor of the drums and gala moments outside brought me back to the present. People were still dancing and merry making. I still could not wipe away the images of our fellow citizens being beleaguered in our own country with the suspect of being Indian citizen and the same mass rejoicing in the victory of an Indian citizen. The reason for former, they look like people from (Bihar and UP) of India, while the reason for latter he looks like an ethnic group of Nepal and may be or not his roots are from here. I have an admiration towards Prashant, not because he is a 'Tamang' but because I like his singing. And, it is unreasonable for me not to like Amit, just because he is an Indian, despite the fact that I like his singing too.
Are we sane? If so then do we have a clear national feeling? I doubt such national feelings are overshadowed by racial approach. A wise man has rightly said, it's not the position where we stand that really matters but it's the direction where we are heading towards. And this direction, tonight, is beyond the realm of my mental horizon to comprehend. The bawl and festivity of the people were attenuating and getting dispelled gradually. I lifted my head and glanced at the moon, it was still covered with clouds.
Gaurab’s Reaction
I can not agree more with Shusant on this and the jublient people ( both in india n here),who came out cheering in the streets after midnight must be congratulated for showing the national and regional integration. I could only have wished to see a worthy reason for that, alas, the reason was someone of nepali origin won a electronic polling contest ( i'd never accept it as a singing contest ), where one person can cast as many votes he or she wants till his/her body aches or eyes sore( so much the democratic way finding talents ),in expense of some very good singers week after week ( we don’t have many disputes about this, do we?).
Incidents like this also question the routes we choose to pursue our happiness; the whole show (prefixed reality) was nothing more than an elaborate facade, an outcome of some monetary thinking, for pure commercial purpose. We fail to realize, winning or losing of someone is just an independent event in a matrix created by the makers of the show. Its their world, their setup, their game, their rules and their success but our money, our emotions, our morality, our ignorance and above all our failure of judgment. In the process of making Prashant 'THE ONE' we capitulated ourselves to that matrix.
Sachit’s Reaction
I went through a lot of arguments, mixed expressions about PRASHANT TAMANG being crowned as INDIAN IDOL - 3, Most of us don't understand why people here are so excited about it. The only reason is that prashant belongs to the same ethnic group as we people coz of that it's natural to have an emotional support and now he've won that's enough we don't need to chant anti indian slogans here.
"Why did it happened ?"
People in nepal have been silently drinking all the discriminations and cheep behavoiurs from india and it's people from time to time. This time all their frustation exploded as a guy whom all we supported, the one who wears DHAKA TOPI, and Sings BIR GORKHALI in front of millions of peoples is making us proud of ourselves which we have forgotten a lot ago just being lost in so called western civilization.
"Scenario In Darjling"
The actual situation and slogans are no different in Darjling, Sikkim, kalingpong, Himanchal Pradesh and North-east of india because despite of holding the indian citizenship the peoples belonging to Nepali race are being discriminated on their own land, and Prashant's victory is taken as their own victory and the reason behind is they are the ones who actually voted that much for his victory.
"Look Back to ourselves in the Mirror"
We all are so happy that Paashant Tamang (Holding a Nepali identity, language being a indian citized also a Police ) won the title, but is this all we should have been doing now ?? ask yourself more than being happy on his winning we should be chanting anti slogans about all the recent incidents happening in Kapilvastu and it's surrounding areas, we should have enough concern about the flood victims who are the actual Nepali brothers and silsters of ours. who need the real help this time.
Final Words:
Now the time for fun have expired be concerned about the real problems in the country this proves how Nepali are you, How much Bravery do You have and How much Love do you have for each Brothers and sisters of your country, Your ethenic Group, Your citizenship. I could have spoken much, may be some of you don't like what i say but would you PLEASE THINK ABOUT IT..........
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Bits and pieces
There were many bits and pieces of information I could have written after September 10th but the precious blogging time always eluded me. In other words this also explains how hectic this semester has become, even in its early days. These are the short description of some of those bits and pieces that I would have loved to share with you in detail.
Environment
Naturally, Fall is going great. Weather is warm and pretty. Green grass, sky-blue sky, bright yellow sun, colorful happy people, broken white-bright moon and millions of stars, I am enjoying absolutely everything. But the things which are spreading elegance are leaves. Green leaves, Red leaves, Yellow leaves, and falling leaves. Leaves of all categories are adding beauty. Falling leaves are much better than falling rain and way much better than falling snow (which is not too far away). I must thank nature god for everything.
Continued tradition
Sometimes in sports (like in any other field) tradition are followed and maintained dramatically. There might be some dramatic twists but the end results remain the same. Yes, I am taking about recently concluded Twenty20 cricket world cup. South Africa again maintained their choker tag. They lost only one match in the tournament but could not even reach semifinals. They continued their tradition of getting out of the major tournament under most dramatic circumstances. New Zealand followed their tradition of losing semifinals to Pakistan. NZ played really well until they met Pakistan in semifinals. And one tradition which was maintained twice in the tournament was Pakistan losing a world cup match to India. Overall Pakistan has won more matches than India in their head to head encounters but in world cup Pakistan is always the loser and it was continued even in the short format of the game.
American adoration
People, especially from the developing country (or say “Third world” to be more straight forward) never get tired of glorifying America and Americans. Most of the times they are correct and many systems (or institution) from third world country never even come close to comparison with their American counterparts. But what I do not enjoy is, sometimes people get so carried away in American adoration that they get pretty close to becoming servile flatterers. I recall one incident when somebody was comparing Nepalese children to American children. According to that person American child are so cute, clean, smart, lively, logical, well mannered, astutely acute …. Blah blah blah and Nepalese child are so disheveled, vile, filthy, boorish, ill mannered…….Blah blah blah, as if that person was never a Nepalese child and was directly dropped as Nepalese adult (which S/he currently is) from the heaven over his/her parents roof ( “By Mistake” S/he might rue)
Environment
Naturally, Fall is going great. Weather is warm and pretty. Green grass, sky-blue sky, bright yellow sun, colorful happy people, broken white-bright moon and millions of stars, I am enjoying absolutely everything. But the things which are spreading elegance are leaves. Green leaves, Red leaves, Yellow leaves, and falling leaves. Leaves of all categories are adding beauty. Falling leaves are much better than falling rain and way much better than falling snow (which is not too far away). I must thank nature god for everything.
Continued tradition
Sometimes in sports (like in any other field) tradition are followed and maintained dramatically. There might be some dramatic twists but the end results remain the same. Yes, I am taking about recently concluded Twenty20 cricket world cup. South Africa again maintained their choker tag. They lost only one match in the tournament but could not even reach semifinals. They continued their tradition of getting out of the major tournament under most dramatic circumstances. New Zealand followed their tradition of losing semifinals to Pakistan. NZ played really well until they met Pakistan in semifinals. And one tradition which was maintained twice in the tournament was Pakistan losing a world cup match to India. Overall Pakistan has won more matches than India in their head to head encounters but in world cup Pakistan is always the loser and it was continued even in the short format of the game.
American adoration
People, especially from the developing country (or say “Third world” to be more straight forward) never get tired of glorifying America and Americans. Most of the times they are correct and many systems (or institution) from third world country never even come close to comparison with their American counterparts. But what I do not enjoy is, sometimes people get so carried away in American adoration that they get pretty close to becoming servile flatterers. I recall one incident when somebody was comparing Nepalese children to American children. According to that person American child are so cute, clean, smart, lively, logical, well mannered, astutely acute …. Blah blah blah and Nepalese child are so disheveled, vile, filthy, boorish, ill mannered…….Blah blah blah, as if that person was never a Nepalese child and was directly dropped as Nepalese adult (which S/he currently is) from the heaven over his/her parents roof ( “By Mistake” S/he might rue)
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Raman - One of the cartoon caracter that I used to read in my childhood
Can U guess the conversation ?
Monday, September 10, 2007
Fall Reloaded
Well I am back, finally after a long long break, Longest since I started blogging. There were too many minor events, majority of which I am unable to recollect precisely right at this moment. I was planning to write on few different things but just could not manage time. Summer just went past. Money wise it was Ok, Work wise- Good, Weather wise – Great, Design wise- Bad. So on an average my first summer in Brookings was pretty good and most of the times I enjoyed it. I was pretty excited to be back to school on 4th of September and I still am. It was nice to see new excited faces and old happy and some satisfied (may be with break) faces.
Also in my personal news is my “old looking new car”. Old looking because it in fact is really old. Its 14 yr old, Mazda Protégé. New because it’s a new addition to my life. I never had a car before and may not have a truly new one for some yrs to come. Being the only car I have ever driven it automatically qualifies for the position of “Best car” I have ever driven. I hope many interesting things to unfold this fall and except the excitement loaded by the reloaded fall will last long.
Also in my personal news is my “old looking new car”. Old looking because it in fact is really old. Its 14 yr old, Mazda Protégé. New because it’s a new addition to my life. I never had a car before and may not have a truly new one for some yrs to come. Being the only car I have ever driven it automatically qualifies for the position of “Best car” I have ever driven. I hope many interesting things to unfold this fall and except the excitement loaded by the reloaded fall will last long.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Happiness is sum of little things.
Mary and I sometimes come together during work. Mary may be a decade older than my Mom, works very hard and is better known for her perpetual silence. She comes to work, works & leaves, utters very few words throughout the day. When somebody greets her, she replies with eyes, neither polite nor rude, but always tight lipped. Nobody knows much about Mary, her story remains untold as a story inside writer’s pen.
She looked same when I met her last time, expressionless and intelligent may be more than she actually is (her silence and specs aggrandizes her intelligence). I assumed she replied with eyes behind thick power glasses, when I said “Hi”. That day we both were involved in same project, our desks pretty close with glasses full of "coca-cola classic" on it. In course of work I took the glass of Coke (not realizing it was Mary’s) sipped mouthful but before swallowing I heard “That’s mine”. I spat immediately, dumped the glass, picked up new one and moved towards her. She was already on the move towards vending machine, I interrupted “I am very sorry, I will get new one for u”. She stopped and said “I prefer lots of ice”. I replied “sure” and moved towards vending machine, with my left hand inside left pocket searching coins. I was wondering why she had to wait until I sipped her drink. She could have interrupted right away when I picked her glass as I was just in front. Probably it was propagation delay from heart ( or mind or whatever it is) to tongue as she is not very much accustomed to speak. I returned and handed “ice & coke” mix to her and repeated “I am sorry” again. She was silent, may be she thanked through eyes once again.
Later, I had to leave my workstation for about twenty minutes. On return, I found my half filled glass was replaced with brimful glass of “Coke and ice” mix. I looked toward her, “I guess yours was warmed up and thought u would enjoy the chilled one”, she had actually bought it for me and this time it was not only eyes that spoke. I certainly enjoyed the “chilled one”; I enjoyed her kindness even more and now it was my turn to remain silent.
“It is not great deeds from which happiness springs, but just the sum of little things"
She looked same when I met her last time, expressionless and intelligent may be more than she actually is (her silence and specs aggrandizes her intelligence). I assumed she replied with eyes behind thick power glasses, when I said “Hi”. That day we both were involved in same project, our desks pretty close with glasses full of "coca-cola classic" on it. In course of work I took the glass of Coke (not realizing it was Mary’s) sipped mouthful but before swallowing I heard “That’s mine”. I spat immediately, dumped the glass, picked up new one and moved towards her. She was already on the move towards vending machine, I interrupted “I am very sorry, I will get new one for u”. She stopped and said “I prefer lots of ice”. I replied “sure” and moved towards vending machine, with my left hand inside left pocket searching coins. I was wondering why she had to wait until I sipped her drink. She could have interrupted right away when I picked her glass as I was just in front. Probably it was propagation delay from heart ( or mind or whatever it is) to tongue as she is not very much accustomed to speak. I returned and handed “ice & coke” mix to her and repeated “I am sorry” again. She was silent, may be she thanked through eyes once again.
Later, I had to leave my workstation for about twenty minutes. On return, I found my half filled glass was replaced with brimful glass of “Coke and ice” mix. I looked toward her, “I guess yours was warmed up and thought u would enjoy the chilled one”, she had actually bought it for me and this time it was not only eyes that spoke. I certainly enjoyed the “chilled one”; I enjoyed her kindness even more and now it was my turn to remain silent.
“It is not great deeds from which happiness springs, but just the sum of little things"
Monday, August 6, 2007
Down to earth person in a place high in clouds
Where there’s a will there’s a way. At this moment I can recall no other name suitable than Mahabir Pun to bolster the above statement. I first met Mr Pun in 2004 when he was in KEC for a brief presentation. By that time, he had already established wireless connection between his village and nearest city pokhara otherwise after hearing his unending stream of ideas; it would have been much easier to dismiss the disheveled man of forty plus as a hopeless dreamer. What he has done for the villagers of myagdi district is phenomenon and the achievement is testimony of his hope, determination and ingenuity. I was ecstatic and felt truly honored when I knew Mr. Pun bagged 2007 Ramon Magsaysay award for community leadership for connecting his village to global village.Now, wireless network is expanded to embrace twelve villages – distributing hundreds of computer to local schools, connecting them to internet, which is very uncommon for government school in Nepal. It was all started in 1997 by a simple question from an Australian school child when he came to know about Nangi village through website – How many computers do u have? None, came the reply. The answer prompted the children in Melbourne’s Billanook college to raise money and send four old computers (two 486s, a 386 and a laptop) to the village. Now Himanchal higher secondary school ( in Nangi) has a computer lab of more than dozen computers and video editing equipment. The scenario now, may not be lot different from many Australian schools. The villagers still hang their corn under their shelters and proudly line the pumpkins on roof of their houses built of stones and mud but have access to web to e-market their local products. The other notable changes in myagdi are tele-teaching and tele-medicine. Good teachers in one school now instruct students in others and doctor less villages use Wi-Fi to consult specialist in pokhara.
I remember Mr. Pun repeating “Internet Bhagwan ki jay” many times during presentation and surely he is using it to the same effect to change the fortune of villages and he himself is like demigod for them. He plans to build a college in his village and provide computer courses to students which will open the door to produce computer programmers in the village, and produce software for the big firms around the globe. It may sound like a over ambitious idea to many but Mr. Pun has habit of doing such things and it seems only sky is the limit for Mr. Pun and Myagdi villagers.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Bikey "BOOM"
Lately, biking has been one of my favorite hobbies. I was one of the active member of "Bhudi Ghatau Abyiyan" when I started intense (for me) jogging in june. But, later I found it more tiring and less interesting and happily switched to biking.The biggest reason of turnabout was "speed". I have always appreciated pace and with bike I could enjoy 5-10 times more rapidity in movement and my (not particularly big) belly did not require strenuous exercise. There are abundant abandoned bikes in Medary always looking for free riders to free them from shackles and let them do what they are destined to do instead of dust and rust gathering. I never missed biking with cooling breeze under moonlight until bikey boom happened. Singing accompnied biking for more recreation (Which I missed while jogging). I started doing some of my old tricks including hands free biking and also enjoyed riding bike while having long chat with friends and family. I love multiprocessing and idea was to have some exercise while talking.
Unattended, rusty and dusty bikes ( Car of same category can also be seen in background)
Last Tuesday (24th july), I was doing same praxis of multiprocessing when my bike suddenly skidded and I landed on my left knee. It happened when I tried to sharp turn in speed without noticing the scattered sand underneath. I got bruises around my knee and no wonder it was painful (It is still) but it gave me an oppurtunity to inagurate savlon bottle and cotton roll that I carried with me while coming to USA a year ago. The very next day I was again on bike rolling down the declivity (Over pavement by the nursing building) partially hands free as I had a file to carry with left hand. I saw a 90 degree turn in front and when I put break on speed, unanticipatedly the bike lost its course and bumped a car (of course stationary, otherwise I wouldn't have been writting all this) with big "BOOM". Thankfully, I landed on right knee this time. Thankfully because landing on already bruised left knee would have aggrandized the pain even more. It was good to see two knees sharing the pain together.
Unattended, rusty and dusty bikes ( Car of same category can also be seen in background)
Last Tuesday (24th july), I was doing same praxis of multiprocessing when my bike suddenly skidded and I landed on my left knee. It happened when I tried to sharp turn in speed without noticing the scattered sand underneath. I got bruises around my knee and no wonder it was painful (It is still) but it gave me an oppurtunity to inagurate savlon bottle and cotton roll that I carried with me while coming to USA a year ago. The very next day I was again on bike rolling down the declivity (Over pavement by the nursing building) partially hands free as I had a file to carry with left hand. I saw a 90 degree turn in front and when I put break on speed, unanticipatedly the bike lost its course and bumped a car (of course stationary, otherwise I wouldn't have been writting all this) with big "BOOM". Thankfully, I landed on right knee this time. Thankfully because landing on already bruised left knee would have aggrandized the pain even more. It was good to see two knees sharing the pain together.
Recently inaugurated savlon bottle and cotton pack with crack bandage.
Even in pain I did not extend any sympathy to myself as I was more upset for my carelessness. With little more misfortune the accident could have been much more bigger and serious. Still lying flat on pavement, I suddenly heard my Mom's words, which she used to iterate all the time during my childhood-"Babu, hosh gar hai, dherai umliyo bhane pokhincha"
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Beckham Ballyhoo
Can David Beckham become savior of football (Soccer) in America, where football does not look like ball, is played with hand and the game looks more like a bull fight. Beckham made brief America debut on last Saturday when he entered the ground on 78th minute against Chelsea (Once a rival, during his heydays in Old Trafford). Unfit Beckham failed to make any impression on the field during his brief stint but off the field he had already made a big splash in mainstream media. Most people gathered to see Beckham than to watch soccer, most cameras zoomed in on off-field Beckham rather than on-field action. It always troubles me when a gamer is given more materiality than game itself, especially because of his off-field activities than on-field performance. That Saturday evening American media portrayed Soccer inferior to David Beckham and eventhough Chelsea emerged victorious in an over hyped but painfully slow, spiritless & dull contest, the result was insignificant as Football itself was already defeated.
We all know - "every cloud has silver lining". Football and its truest fans will always be grateful to David Beckham if he can change the fortune of the game in America. Personally, I seriously doubt it, particularly on a person’s ability that is more mercurial than majestic and has already left his prime days behind. Much will depend upon his on-field charisma rather than off the field hoopla. Thanks to the publicity, now everyone in USA knows who Beckham is but promotion of football will depend on what he does with air filled sphere of nine inches in diameter.
LA Galaxy (now better known as David Beckham’s team) is second from the bottom on the league standings. So, it will be more interesting to notice Beckham’s effect on team position in Major League Soccer (MLS), which attracts only 0.2% of cable TV audience. It will also be very interesting to see the influence of Beckham’s stardom on his team-mates, who earn almost 500 times less. Can they ever commingle in a team or will Beckham’s aura always keep them away?
Beckham always rejects the plan of his career in Hollywood and iterates his major focus is only soccer. But living near Hollywood hills is much more different than living in Manchester or Madrid and his friendship with class-A Hollywood celebrities attracts lots of distraction. Nobody can reject that the Beckhams always want to stay in limelight and make sure they do everything appropriate to create waves in media. For example, to make sure their relocation receives a blaze of media attention, Posh and Becks blitzed the US press with most saucy photo shoot yet. They are seen posing in underwear, kissing and striking provocative poses in August edition of "W" Magazine. Their attempt to add more and more Hollywood super-dupers in an already illustrious friends’ list also justifies the above claim.
Whatever the Beckhams say at this moment, many believe that the real motive to join LA Galaxy is much more than Football alone. It can be Beckhams’s careful planning for future. Beckham already 32 can not play professional football for too long and Victoria can not sing forever. So, what do they do then? With their massive notoriety and Hollywood contacts they can easily start a movie career. And, everyone knows LA is the place where people get lost in Showbiz.
I do not assume monopoly on truth and will be more than happy to be proved wrong & to see the development of Soccer in USA.
We all know - "every cloud has silver lining". Football and its truest fans will always be grateful to David Beckham if he can change the fortune of the game in America. Personally, I seriously doubt it, particularly on a person’s ability that is more mercurial than majestic and has already left his prime days behind. Much will depend upon his on-field charisma rather than off the field hoopla. Thanks to the publicity, now everyone in USA knows who Beckham is but promotion of football will depend on what he does with air filled sphere of nine inches in diameter.
LA Galaxy (now better known as David Beckham’s team) is second from the bottom on the league standings. So, it will be more interesting to notice Beckham’s effect on team position in Major League Soccer (MLS), which attracts only 0.2% of cable TV audience. It will also be very interesting to see the influence of Beckham’s stardom on his team-mates, who earn almost 500 times less. Can they ever commingle in a team or will Beckham’s aura always keep them away?
Beckham always rejects the plan of his career in Hollywood and iterates his major focus is only soccer. But living near Hollywood hills is much more different than living in Manchester or Madrid and his friendship with class-A Hollywood celebrities attracts lots of distraction. Nobody can reject that the Beckhams always want to stay in limelight and make sure they do everything appropriate to create waves in media. For example, to make sure their relocation receives a blaze of media attention, Posh and Becks blitzed the US press with most saucy photo shoot yet. They are seen posing in underwear, kissing and striking provocative poses in August edition of "W" Magazine. Their attempt to add more and more Hollywood super-dupers in an already illustrious friends’ list also justifies the above claim.
Whatever the Beckhams say at this moment, many believe that the real motive to join LA Galaxy is much more than Football alone. It can be Beckhams’s careful planning for future. Beckham already 32 can not play professional football for too long and Victoria can not sing forever. So, what do they do then? With their massive notoriety and Hollywood contacts they can easily start a movie career. And, everyone knows LA is the place where people get lost in Showbiz.
I do not assume monopoly on truth and will be more than happy to be proved wrong & to see the development of Soccer in USA.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Romantic or Pragmatic ???
Argentina football coach Alfino Basile always says that he is simply not interested in winning alone, it matters to him how the victory is accomplished. By saying that he was suggesting Argentina should always follow traditional South American style of play and give continuity to sublime soccer. Millions of football fans around the globe keep themselves busy in debate of practical football vs beautiful football time and again. This debate is resurfaced again between Argentine fans and Brazilian fans because of Copa America finals with former accusing latter for not truely following the traditional South American style of play and not giving continuity to sublime soccer.
The powerhouses of South American football - Argentina, Brazil and Uruguay are countries of immigrants and football arrived there with the flood of immigrants. Football helped them bind together, for example when Uruguay won 1930 world cup more than half the population were immigrants. The South Americans developed a form of play which was both beautiful and effective. They attracted international recognition with their spread out, free flowing play and intricate passing and football became absolutely vital for their identity. But their technique did not go unchallanged for long especially after development of more physical,defensive and counter attacking football by Europeans.
Beautiful football (as purists suggest but critics says it is more romantic than beautiful and less pragmatic these days) became more and more toothless in later years. Purists fondly remember and never get tired of talking about Holland of 74 & 78, Brazil of 82 & 86, France of 86 and Argentina of 06 but the sad part of the story is none of them won the coveted trophy. The Brazilian "dream team" of 82 world cup exhibited sublime and most artistic way to play soccer. Their game was highly praised all around even though they did not win the trophy. They tried same thing in 86 but success deserted them again and when they were once again fruitless in 90, they were ridiculed with sarcasm even by South Americans. Failing to produce results with the so called "pure football" Brazil finally abandoned it and adopted some European (mainly German and Italian) tricks, which showed immediate effect and brought them success in 94. Since then Brazil has established themselves as world beaters, adding another world cup in 02 and four more Copa America trophies. Argentina who claim to play beautiful football has not won anything after 93 Copa America title.
The catastrophic debacle of Argentina in recently concluded Copa America final has now raised more questions against purists. Was the loss just because the players failed to perform to their potential ( Argentina looked lot stronger in paper) or was it due to poor planning ? Do romantic football really has firepower in its tank for eminence ? Is playing certain style of football is more important than winning matches ? Can Basile turn the wheel back to establish romantic football in 21st century ? The answer can go either way and people of opposite sects can argue for hours,days or years on this but right now, Man of the moment and winner is Brazilian Coach Dunga, who thinks it is important to make tactical changes to keep winning and believes changes are inevitable. Dunga at post final conference advocated the importance of win being much more important than any style of play. He said " We came to rescue the self-esteem of the Brazilian workers who wakes up in the morning and returns home late at night, whose only satisfaction in life is seeing Brazil win a football match"
The powerhouses of South American football - Argentina, Brazil and Uruguay are countries of immigrants and football arrived there with the flood of immigrants. Football helped them bind together, for example when Uruguay won 1930 world cup more than half the population were immigrants. The South Americans developed a form of play which was both beautiful and effective. They attracted international recognition with their spread out, free flowing play and intricate passing and football became absolutely vital for their identity. But their technique did not go unchallanged for long especially after development of more physical,defensive and counter attacking football by Europeans.
Beautiful football (as purists suggest but critics says it is more romantic than beautiful and less pragmatic these days) became more and more toothless in later years. Purists fondly remember and never get tired of talking about Holland of 74 & 78, Brazil of 82 & 86, France of 86 and Argentina of 06 but the sad part of the story is none of them won the coveted trophy. The Brazilian "dream team" of 82 world cup exhibited sublime and most artistic way to play soccer. Their game was highly praised all around even though they did not win the trophy. They tried same thing in 86 but success deserted them again and when they were once again fruitless in 90, they were ridiculed with sarcasm even by South Americans. Failing to produce results with the so called "pure football" Brazil finally abandoned it and adopted some European (mainly German and Italian) tricks, which showed immediate effect and brought them success in 94. Since then Brazil has established themselves as world beaters, adding another world cup in 02 and four more Copa America trophies. Argentina who claim to play beautiful football has not won anything after 93 Copa America title.
The catastrophic debacle of Argentina in recently concluded Copa America final has now raised more questions against purists. Was the loss just because the players failed to perform to their potential ( Argentina looked lot stronger in paper) or was it due to poor planning ? Do romantic football really has firepower in its tank for eminence ? Is playing certain style of football is more important than winning matches ? Can Basile turn the wheel back to establish romantic football in 21st century ? The answer can go either way and people of opposite sects can argue for hours,days or years on this but right now, Man of the moment and winner is Brazilian Coach Dunga, who thinks it is important to make tactical changes to keep winning and believes changes are inevitable. Dunga at post final conference advocated the importance of win being much more important than any style of play. He said " We came to rescue the self-esteem of the Brazilian workers who wakes up in the morning and returns home late at night, whose only satisfaction in life is seeing Brazil win a football match"
Monday, July 16, 2007
Movies, Soccer and Barbeque
Hello and welcome to my world once again.
No Surprise ! last weekend also elasped pretty quickly. I always feel time cruises in no time in USA. Here, I do not count days but weekends and I still do not know if it is good thing or bad. Good in the sense its easier to pass time when pendulum seems to swing much faster. But, the other side of the coin warns I am also rapidly growing older (which is not very pleasing truth).
Last weekend I watched couple of good movies, participated in two barbeque banquet and played soccer twice. Do all good things befall in pair ? The movies "Remember the Titans" and "Timeline" should be in everyone's must watch list. Titans touched the heart and the story once again reminds how much difference a single person (Coach Herman Boone in this case )can make in society. I was also completely awe-struck by the plot of Timeline. Michael Crichton is master story teller and his stature to me has grown at least ten folds higher after watching this movie (Although I have some questions in technical issues). He masterminded a thoroughly engrossing story with combination of science, history and affection. Certainly there is no limit for imagination.
Other notable event in weekend was soccer. We played barefooted soccer wherever we felt appropriate as it became inreasingly difficult to resist amid talks of Copa America finals. There were also barbeque parties, one at family housing and another at lake oakwood park. Two days, I ate nothing but chicken. Sometimes I feel I may develop wings if this continues. hahahahahahhahaha......I laugh at this idea but fear I may develop big belly instead, which is certainly possible.
Next blog might be on Soccer
C u soon
No Surprise ! last weekend also elasped pretty quickly. I always feel time cruises in no time in USA. Here, I do not count days but weekends and I still do not know if it is good thing or bad. Good in the sense its easier to pass time when pendulum seems to swing much faster. But, the other side of the coin warns I am also rapidly growing older (which is not very pleasing truth).
Last weekend I watched couple of good movies, participated in two barbeque banquet and played soccer twice. Do all good things befall in pair ? The movies "Remember the Titans" and "Timeline" should be in everyone's must watch list. Titans touched the heart and the story once again reminds how much difference a single person (Coach Herman Boone in this case )can make in society. I was also completely awe-struck by the plot of Timeline. Michael Crichton is master story teller and his stature to me has grown at least ten folds higher after watching this movie (Although I have some questions in technical issues). He masterminded a thoroughly engrossing story with combination of science, history and affection. Certainly there is no limit for imagination.
Other notable event in weekend was soccer. We played barefooted soccer wherever we felt appropriate as it became inreasingly difficult to resist amid talks of Copa America finals. There were also barbeque parties, one at family housing and another at lake oakwood park. Two days, I ate nothing but chicken. Sometimes I feel I may develop wings if this continues. hahahahahahhahaha......I laugh at this idea but fear I may develop big belly instead, which is certainly possible.
Next blog might be on Soccer
C u soon
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Bigotry
Lately, I have been following the news of Red Mosque assault in Pakistan. Yesterday morning, as I was going through the Pakistan's public comments in BBCnews.com (after the Red Mosque was cleared of militants), couple of comments attracted my attention. I was little saddened by those comments and it lead me to think about Islam once again.
Comment 1 (By Qamar Iqbal, shopkeeper ): It is such a great tragedy. Muslims have killed Muslims - what could be worse?
Mr Iqbal's raised more questions in my head. Was the assault inappropriate just because they were muslims irrespective of their heinous atrocities ? Would the assault have been more justified if they were carried against non-muslims ?
If you are worried by comment 1 then you will find comment 2 even more disturbing.
Comment 2 (By Raja Ajmal): The government should have carried out a peaceful operation. This is not war with India. If they were fighting with non-Muslims then they should bomb like this... they want to finish madrassas in Pakistan.
It shows how Mr Ajmal thinks about India and non-muslims. I just do not understand why majority of muslims, especially those living in muslim country are so intolerant towards other religions ? What makes them so hard-hearted, bull-headed, uncompassionate and blind ? Is it their madrassas, clergies or qur'an itself ? Everyone now is familier with the increased amount of brutal bloodshed inside countries which has muslim majority. It seems violence has now become an indispensable part of Islam. Exorbitant fighting and intolerance between their own sects adds more proof to it.
There is one more thing that is even more despicable-'Jihad', sometimes also known as the sixth pillar of Islam. The ultimate purpose of Jihad is to establish the universal domination of Islam. Jihad is the only form of warfare permissible in Islamic law which may be declared against non-Muslims who refuse to convert to Islam or submit to Islamic rule. Jihad is perpetual in nature; in theory, there can be no permanent peace with non-Muslim states, only truces which can be repudiated when circumstances become favorable for the resumption of hostilities.
Muslim hardliners ( as all hardliners do) are making life difficult to everyone, including themselves. And, the saddest part of the story is that, these days non-muslims are becoming more negatively prejudiced towards whole muslim community, which certainly embodies open-minded and liberal muslims as well. The great Blaise Pascal once quoted "Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction". It is certain that this statement will remain true for long long time to come.
Comment 1 (By Qamar Iqbal, shopkeeper ): It is such a great tragedy. Muslims have killed Muslims - what could be worse?
Mr Iqbal's raised more questions in my head. Was the assault inappropriate just because they were muslims irrespective of their heinous atrocities ? Would the assault have been more justified if they were carried against non-muslims ?
If you are worried by comment 1 then you will find comment 2 even more disturbing.
Comment 2 (By Raja Ajmal): The government should have carried out a peaceful operation. This is not war with India. If they were fighting with non-Muslims then they should bomb like this... they want to finish madrassas in Pakistan.
It shows how Mr Ajmal thinks about India and non-muslims. I just do not understand why majority of muslims, especially those living in muslim country are so intolerant towards other religions ? What makes them so hard-hearted, bull-headed, uncompassionate and blind ? Is it their madrassas, clergies or qur'an itself ? Everyone now is familier with the increased amount of brutal bloodshed inside countries which has muslim majority. It seems violence has now become an indispensable part of Islam. Exorbitant fighting and intolerance between their own sects adds more proof to it.
There is one more thing that is even more despicable-'Jihad', sometimes also known as the sixth pillar of Islam. The ultimate purpose of Jihad is to establish the universal domination of Islam. Jihad is the only form of warfare permissible in Islamic law which may be declared against non-Muslims who refuse to convert to Islam or submit to Islamic rule. Jihad is perpetual in nature; in theory, there can be no permanent peace with non-Muslim states, only truces which can be repudiated when circumstances become favorable for the resumption of hostilities.
Muslim hardliners ( as all hardliners do) are making life difficult to everyone, including themselves. And, the saddest part of the story is that, these days non-muslims are becoming more negatively prejudiced towards whole muslim community, which certainly embodies open-minded and liberal muslims as well. The great Blaise Pascal once quoted "Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction". It is certain that this statement will remain true for long long time to come.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Little Break for Life
Four parties in as many days, if I also count the small gatherings the statistics will be 6 in 9 days. Oh boy, I have been partying like there is no tomorrow and summer is turning out to be lot differrent ( Not particularly colorful) than I expected. It has now become worthless to try to sleep before 2:00 am and avoid hooch even if I have to wake up at 7:00 in morning.
Before Summer the farthest place I have visited was Sioux Falls and now in pretty short time I am already been to two pretty long and exhaustive tours and umpteen parties in between and it seems unending. Men certainly is a social animal and parties creates strong bonding between people. But, at times I feel I am lost in big groups, party jokes, music and dances. I am slowly becoming unknown to myself by imitating too many friends too often.
As I return from office, I am already late for the party, when I return from party it will be already late to sleep and as I wake up I am already late for the office again. I think blog during lunch hours at Dak but could not manage time to type them. I feel sleepy but do not find time to sleep. My brother who passed with distinction in SLC waited me for 2 hours in cyber but all in vain as I was too busy partying and did not know the knews. I can imagine he must have ran like a hare to give me the news of his accomplishment. I hope I am not dissapointing my dear friends who are throwing party so generously but from my point of view there were too many ( certainly unavoidable) in too short time. Now, I need little break for life.
I want to hybernate for a while & rediscover myself. I want to stay alone for a while and think about myself, my past and plan my future. I want to absorbed into the beauty that nature has offered. I want to stare at setting sun, sit below moon and count the stars . I want to appreciate the color of rainbow instead of color of wine, music of birds instead of Rock n Roll. I want to ................................................
C u soon.
Before Summer the farthest place I have visited was Sioux Falls and now in pretty short time I am already been to two pretty long and exhaustive tours and umpteen parties in between and it seems unending. Men certainly is a social animal and parties creates strong bonding between people. But, at times I feel I am lost in big groups, party jokes, music and dances. I am slowly becoming unknown to myself by imitating too many friends too often.
As I return from office, I am already late for the party, when I return from party it will be already late to sleep and as I wake up I am already late for the office again. I think blog during lunch hours at Dak but could not manage time to type them. I feel sleepy but do not find time to sleep. My brother who passed with distinction in SLC waited me for 2 hours in cyber but all in vain as I was too busy partying and did not know the knews. I can imagine he must have ran like a hare to give me the news of his accomplishment. I hope I am not dissapointing my dear friends who are throwing party so generously but from my point of view there were too many ( certainly unavoidable) in too short time. Now, I need little break for life.
I want to hybernate for a while & rediscover myself. I want to stay alone for a while and think about myself, my past and plan my future. I want to absorbed into the beauty that nature has offered. I want to stare at setting sun, sit below moon and count the stars . I want to appreciate the color of rainbow instead of color of wine, music of birds instead of Rock n Roll. I want to ................................................
C u soon.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Early Days in Land of Oppurtnity
Bhatta finally persuaded me to write experiences of my early days in United States. Its almost been 11 months and as I retrospect it feels like traveling back in time and witnessing my own past in front, very much similar to ATF official Doug Charlin ( Denzel Washington) in Déjà vu.
Sioux Falls Airport Parking lot, 11th August 06, Friday 9:30 Pm
Three Nepalese (Davendra, Bikrant, and Rojina) were distributing fruits to seven (including myself) hungry, tired but equally excited individuals. I was little surprised, it was not dark still. Soon, two vans started journey towards Brookings. Bikrant was driving at 75 mph (Something I had heard about US). Around 10:30 we reached 726, Medary Avenue and encountered few more new faces. Seven of us dispersed to three different rooms and soon started calling home.
Biwek and I joined six other guys in Apt 1. As we entered the room a loud voice welcomed us “Welcome new friends, I am head cook for today and food is ready for you. I was relieved and delighted at once. He was VJ dai. Apartment 1 was packed with luggage and people, making it difficult to maneuver through it (especially for the drunken legs returning from Bar late night). But it was only the start, few more days and the number of occupants increased to eleven. It was an enjoyable experience and I highly appreciate the help of everyone in room.
A week later, I shifted to my own apartment and orientation classes for new international students started. Tulasi became lucky winner of T-shirt on very first day. Biwek and Deepu Quickly became interested in Tina and Nicole respectively. Life was never difficult even in early days because of all the arrangements done by seniors. I also cannot forget help of Mary ( Sirish Dai and I call her mom) and Dave who arranged so many stuffs for free from church. So, early life in Brookings was easier than expected but one thing was unsettling my mind – “Financial Insecurity” and it continued until I received mail from Dr. Hietpas. It was largely possible because of highly unsatisfied Bunty, who left SDSU and eventually USA even after getting TA (Bunty’s move perplexed, petrified and stupefied everyone). The early American transients started to die and the system moved to reach steady state (Although small transients are always expected to come and go and everyone of us knows ideal steady state can be reached only afterlife).
After my settlement it was turn of my dreams. Some get setteled, some will be setteled eventually but some just fell apart. Unfortunately, I do not have wormhole machine through which I can re-enter my past and repair my dreams.
Sioux Falls Airport Parking lot, 11th August 06, Friday 9:30 Pm
Three Nepalese (Davendra, Bikrant, and Rojina) were distributing fruits to seven (including myself) hungry, tired but equally excited individuals. I was little surprised, it was not dark still. Soon, two vans started journey towards Brookings. Bikrant was driving at 75 mph (Something I had heard about US). Around 10:30 we reached 726, Medary Avenue and encountered few more new faces. Seven of us dispersed to three different rooms and soon started calling home.
Biwek and I joined six other guys in Apt 1. As we entered the room a loud voice welcomed us “Welcome new friends, I am head cook for today and food is ready for you. I was relieved and delighted at once. He was VJ dai. Apartment 1 was packed with luggage and people, making it difficult to maneuver through it (especially for the drunken legs returning from Bar late night). But it was only the start, few more days and the number of occupants increased to eleven. It was an enjoyable experience and I highly appreciate the help of everyone in room.
A week later, I shifted to my own apartment and orientation classes for new international students started. Tulasi became lucky winner of T-shirt on very first day. Biwek and Deepu Quickly became interested in Tina and Nicole respectively. Life was never difficult even in early days because of all the arrangements done by seniors. I also cannot forget help of Mary ( Sirish Dai and I call her mom) and Dave who arranged so many stuffs for free from church. So, early life in Brookings was easier than expected but one thing was unsettling my mind – “Financial Insecurity” and it continued until I received mail from Dr. Hietpas. It was largely possible because of highly unsatisfied Bunty, who left SDSU and eventually USA even after getting TA (Bunty’s move perplexed, petrified and stupefied everyone). The early American transients started to die and the system moved to reach steady state (Although small transients are always expected to come and go and everyone of us knows ideal steady state can be reached only afterlife).
After my settlement it was turn of my dreams. Some get setteled, some will be setteled eventually but some just fell apart. Unfortunately, I do not have wormhole machine through which I can re-enter my past and repair my dreams.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Mo:mo, Volleyball and Songs.
Hello world.
How r u doing? Well this is not my intended topics to write but i did not have time to prepare my planned one. So just to complete quota for today or u can say just for the sake of writting.
Well today was another good day. Slept till late, went to (deepen+prerana)'s new apartment., Ate momos,beer, cold drinks, played volleyball of volleyball and football of volleyball and we went on singing till midnight. Nepali and Hindi classics. Tulasi dai and his guitar always adds charm.
I also tried to read little physics this afternoon but in vain. I ended up sleeping in sofa for 2 hrs and then went to public library( Read few titles of book).
I don't like beers or other alchoholic drinks but many times end up drinking because of somebody's drive . last time it was VJ dai's insistence and today ?? I do not know. It was myself I suppose. well thanks for Rawal couple for hosting clamorous party and thanks for neighbours for tolerating. It was good that no policeman came to ruin our brawl. And Finally big thumbs up for ur patience for reading till the very end. I will see u next time.
MprofIT.
How r u doing? Well this is not my intended topics to write but i did not have time to prepare my planned one. So just to complete quota for today or u can say just for the sake of writting.
Well today was another good day. Slept till late, went to (deepen+prerana)'s new apartment., Ate momos,beer, cold drinks, played volleyball of volleyball and football of volleyball and we went on singing till midnight. Nepali and Hindi classics. Tulasi dai and his guitar always adds charm.
I also tried to read little physics this afternoon but in vain. I ended up sleeping in sofa for 2 hrs and then went to public library( Read few titles of book).
I don't like beers or other alchoholic drinks but many times end up drinking because of somebody's drive . last time it was VJ dai's insistence and today ?? I do not know. It was myself I suppose. well thanks for Rawal couple for hosting clamorous party and thanks for neighbours for tolerating. It was good that no policeman came to ruin our brawl. And Finally big thumbs up for ur patience for reading till the very end. I will see u next time.
MprofIT.
Friday, June 29, 2007
GANDHI
NOTE: I did not use spaces between two ears to write this one. I just used two ears instead. The last two paragraphs of the speech are really touching.
SOURCE: Gandhi ( A movie starring Sir Ben Kingsley as Gandhi)
BACKGROUND: Young lawer M.K Gandhi is in South Africa. He is fighting against the unjust laws of British Empire. Here he is giving speech in front of hunderds of Indians living in South Africa.
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Gandhi comes ahead to speak. Loud Applause welcomes him.
Gandhi: I want to welcome you all, Everyone of you ( This time looking at British cops). We have no secrets. Let us begin by being clear about General *Smud's new Law. All Indians must be fingerprinted like criminals, Men and Women. No marriage other than a christian marriage is considered valid. Under this act our wives and mothers are whores and every man here is a bastard. And a policeman passing an Indian dwelling, huh I will not call it home, may enter and demand the card of any Indian women who's dwelling it is.........
People listening, make loud noise. Almost everyone shouts "What a hell is this" . Gandhi's continues in loud voice.
..........Understand, he does not have to stand at the door, he may enter....
One man shouts: I will not allow. Another man stands up and shouts: I swear to Allah, I will kill that man who offer that insult to my home and wife, and let them hang me (Looking at the British cops, cops are silent).
Loud Applause
Another man stands up and shouts: I say law means nothing, Kill one of a official before they disgrace one Indian women, then they might think twice about such laws. loud applause again and another man stands up and says : In that cause I would be willing to die.
Gandhi continues: ......I praise such courage. I need such courage because in this cause I too am prepared to die, but my friends their is no cause for which I am prepared to kill. Whatever they do to us we will attack no one, kill no one. But we will not give our fingerprints, not one of us. They will seize our possessions, but they cannot take away our self respect if we do not give it to them.
one voice from the assemblage asks : Have you been to prison ? they beat us and touture us. I say that....Gandhi interrupts and says:
...I am asking you to fight, to fight against their anger not to provoke it. We will not strike a blow, but we will receive them and through our pain we will make them see their injustice and it will hurt as all fighting hurts. But we can not loose. We can not. They may torture my body , break my bones, even kill me then they will have my dead body, not my obedience.
Thunderous Applause, it gets louder and louder.
Gandhi Continues: We are Hindu and Muslims, children of god. Each one of us. Let us take a solemn oath in his name that come what may, we will not submit to this law.
One old man stands up in respect, another joins him. It continues and within a minute everyone is on their feet and Gandhi leads a Prayer. Even British cops join them.
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*Possible error: While listening It heard like General Smud to me. The name or spelling might be different. Excuse me for this.
C u later,
MprofIT
SOURCE: Gandhi ( A movie starring Sir Ben Kingsley as Gandhi)
BACKGROUND: Young lawer M.K Gandhi is in South Africa. He is fighting against the unjust laws of British Empire. Here he is giving speech in front of hunderds of Indians living in South Africa.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Gandhi comes ahead to speak. Loud Applause welcomes him.
Gandhi: I want to welcome you all, Everyone of you ( This time looking at British cops). We have no secrets. Let us begin by being clear about General *Smud's new Law. All Indians must be fingerprinted like criminals, Men and Women. No marriage other than a christian marriage is considered valid. Under this act our wives and mothers are whores and every man here is a bastard. And a policeman passing an Indian dwelling, huh I will not call it home, may enter and demand the card of any Indian women who's dwelling it is.........
People listening, make loud noise. Almost everyone shouts "What a hell is this" . Gandhi's continues in loud voice.
..........Understand, he does not have to stand at the door, he may enter....
One man shouts: I will not allow. Another man stands up and shouts: I swear to Allah, I will kill that man who offer that insult to my home and wife, and let them hang me (Looking at the British cops, cops are silent).
Loud Applause
Another man stands up and shouts: I say law means nothing, Kill one of a official before they disgrace one Indian women, then they might think twice about such laws. loud applause again and another man stands up and says : In that cause I would be willing to die.
Gandhi continues: ......I praise such courage. I need such courage because in this cause I too am prepared to die, but my friends their is no cause for which I am prepared to kill. Whatever they do to us we will attack no one, kill no one. But we will not give our fingerprints, not one of us. They will seize our possessions, but they cannot take away our self respect if we do not give it to them.
one voice from the assemblage asks : Have you been to prison ? they beat us and touture us. I say that....Gandhi interrupts and says:
...I am asking you to fight, to fight against their anger not to provoke it. We will not strike a blow, but we will receive them and through our pain we will make them see their injustice and it will hurt as all fighting hurts. But we can not loose. We can not. They may torture my body , break my bones, even kill me then they will have my dead body, not my obedience.
Thunderous Applause, it gets louder and louder.
Gandhi Continues: We are Hindu and Muslims, children of god. Each one of us. Let us take a solemn oath in his name that come what may, we will not submit to this law.
One old man stands up in respect, another joins him. It continues and within a minute everyone is on their feet and Gandhi leads a Prayer. Even British cops join them.
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*Possible error: While listening It heard like General Smud to me. The name or spelling might be different. Excuse me for this.
C u later,
MprofIT
Thursday, June 28, 2007
FIRE
There is fire inside him. He is fully enraged and breathing venom. Something that I have not seen in years. So caustic, so acerbic but I don't and really don't know what's the reason. I a taken by surprise. But the thing I am more surprised is the fact that I seem to be least disturbed. I am surprised that I am still surviving. Similar thing around a year back would have ripped me apart.
So, there is definately some change deep inside. I am not sure what is it ? Am I far less emotional , or I am just being more practicle ( or matured) or something I do not know. I am maintaining tranquility and enjoying this state of mind. Oh god, yes its definately true.
Tomorrow's blog might be on Gandhi.
C u tomorrow.
MprofIT
So, there is definately some change deep inside. I am not sure what is it ? Am I far less emotional , or I am just being more practicle ( or matured) or something I do not know. I am maintaining tranquility and enjoying this state of mind. Oh god, yes its definately true.
Tomorrow's blog might be on Gandhi.
C u tomorrow.
MprofIT
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Beginning
Hello and welcome to MprofIT's world.
Blogging with bizzare name, MprofIT ?? "What does this mean ?" U may think. Its an anagram of a code, purely fictional. I did not give much time to prepare but it might not be easy to decode, especially if u do not know me very well.
I have one solution for you to get out of this dilemma. Just "GIVE UP" your try.
This afternoon I was so impressed with my blogger friend that I could not resist blogging. So friends, Here I come.
I have always struggled to maintain descipline in my life. I started many things at different time but in most cases I never continued for long. I hope this will be an exception.
You might be thinking this guy has already started making excuses.
see u later,
MproFIT
Blogging with bizzare name, MprofIT ?? "What does this mean ?" U may think. Its an anagram of a code, purely fictional. I did not give much time to prepare but it might not be easy to decode, especially if u do not know me very well.
I have one solution for you to get out of this dilemma. Just "GIVE UP" your try.
This afternoon I was so impressed with my blogger friend that I could not resist blogging. So friends, Here I come.
I have always struggled to maintain descipline in my life. I started many things at different time but in most cases I never continued for long. I hope this will be an exception.
You might be thinking this guy has already started making excuses.
see u later,
MproFIT