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Grasshoppers to Antshoppers

I was not wanting to blog on this topic. But I guess specially to the variety of responses I got. It all started with forwarding this brilliant analogy of India as a developing nation, from the view of and ANT and a GRASSHOPPER. Which One am I? Am not sure yet, or rather I think I know which one I am, but letting time to decide and choose. Ok so here goes the story,

Once there was an ANT and a GRASSHOPPER, and they did not live happily together ever after! Why? Read the following...other can hop to MORAL OF THE STORY..

Ant & Grasshopper
The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs & dances plays the summer away. Come winter,the Ant is warm and well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.

Modern Version
The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away.

Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.

NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper next to a video of
the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food. The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house.

Medha Patkar goes on a fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be
relocated to warmer climates during winter.

Amnesty International and Koffi Annan criticizes the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.

The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance).

Opposition MPs stage a walkout.

Left parties call for 'Bharat Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.

CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.

Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.

Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the 'Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.

Arjun Singh makes ' Special Reservation ' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions & in Government Services.

The Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the Grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV.

Arundhati Roy calls it 'A Triumph of Justice'.
Lalu calls it 'Socialistic Justice '.
CPM calls it the ' Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden'
Koffi Annan invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.

Many years later...

The Ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar company in Silicon Valley .
100s of Grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India...

Moral of the story :
As a result of loosing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the Grasshoppers, they never lived together and India still continues to be a developing country!!!

ANT and GRASSHOPPER part - 2

In the generation of part 2 and part 3, created at bollywood (Dhoom 2, Don 2 etc..) and hollywood (Shrek 2, Spiderman 2, Ice age 2 etc..) I thought I would present it on the same lines

Ok, so I had forwarded this email to many ants, grasshoppers, antlings and grasslings too :).. more than 80% of the invisible lot (bcc) did not respond. I don't blame them, specially in the days of forwards of those stupid chain of emails claiming to full filing your hidden dreams and wishes if you forward it to 10 people!! And 80% of the visible lot actually DID...what prediction, women :) !

However am sure, anybody who eventually manages to read this forward after meeting their immediate deadlines in life is bound to respond if not anything but the art of presenting the story behind the rise of India (!!!), in such a humorous way. To me this piece was like a diamond ring thrown in the garbage, by mistake. I appreciate the authors creativity, crispness and humorous writing style. Would love to interact with its creator some day! But I got some really interesting responses (names have been concealed to maintain privacy). Each of them are potential ants or a grasshoppers.. I am just presenting their opinions as G/A 1, 2, 3......n, without being judgmental

G/A - 1

Wrong analogy.
Just the haves patting their backs looking at have-nots. So u seem to agree that lower castes didnt work? or were they not allowed to work?, So all ppl going out of india are brilliant ppl, who have given up something?? or contributed heavily to india but did not get anything back? What about Mughal looting and Colonial looting that made india drop from 40% of world GDP to less than 1 % ?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Economic_history_of_India
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline_of_the_economy_of_India

G/A -2
aiiiooo too much heavy stuff.. neway...i dont agree that ppl who have moved out are brilliant... or something.. in they are hte worst :) but just complaining and not doing what one is supposed to do...IS NOT GOING TO LEAD ANYWHERE either... so being a grasshopper does not help for sure.. IF every GRASSHOPPER did their assigned job THEN we would not have still be A DEVELOPING country ! Even after how many years of INDEPENDENCE... we are nation of only complains...AND POINTING fingers at other.. and APPNA kaam maat karro.. :))

neway... heavy stuff.. lot of argument in favor or against.. will remain unresolved... till then next huge globalization wave :))

oh yes, to add we are a nation of only TALKING and NO ACTION and HYPOCRISY......is our pride :)) long live we as Indians :)) sorry Grasshoppers !!!!

just some action in IT sector cannot be used to equate or translate it to economic upliftment !!

G/A 3 - (my favorite response, which gave the title, for sure)
Funny Sad and True...
But so is the fact that there are Many Ants going BACK To India..
Some with a Sense of determination of making things better..
and some with a Wild sense of becoming an Antshoppers..

G/A 4 - Hilarious but true. Loved the US angle

G/A 5 -the forward u sent me I felt was unfair with current economic boom me: ok :), Ant worked hard so got.. yeah but not all ants are in US :)me: yep, yep but mostly ANTs make it to US, Grasshoppers never but yaaar abhi India is booming like hell

me: neway chod.. yah if one considers Grass hopper from IT !! yeah chodo

me: i talk from NON-IT sector :) so its different or I know about species of ANTs and GRASSHOPPERs which other's don't !
G/A 6 - good good!! he hee

Radio Bakwaas (TP 24.7)

am still not bored with these fella'S maN...i think am obsessed or addicted to these singers... i literally crave to come back to my comp...ASAP...!! Today somehow just made maggie phataphat for dinner in 2 mins so that i can listen to the music and do data entry ASAP.. am not sure what was the push for 'DATA ENTRY' or 'MUSIC' !!

IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME ?

Black

thank god they have forzen paratha's now a days available... I can impress my sas in law when the time comes with them... !!!

I am super lazy with cooking.. my weekend cooking schedule involves.. cooking for the week....

after PRIYA and TASTY BITES i have more options available is less time..

Cut - pour - microwave- store.. >> Vegetable chettinad

Cut - pour - microwave- store.. >> Tomato Rice

Cut - pour - microwave- store.. >> Palak Paneer

I got a little ambitious today and thought will fry the paratha's instead of microwaving.........

AND GUESS WHAT... I HATE MYSELF TO SAY THIS......... BUT I BURNT them !!!!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.............

ALL ABOVE THINGS EATEN WITH 'BLACK PARATHA'S' with music in the back ground.."hum kalee hain to kya hua..khanee layaak hai" :)) thats what I told myself to feel motivated and inspired to swallow them !!!

and no way.. am going to make rice and wait for it to get cooked.. when am hungry....
Today's quote.. of the day...

Ba Ba black sheep
Sorry NO
Baba Black Paratha
Kehte Ashe darun Maja !!!

Bliss

LOVE - FEAR = BLISS
Had this vision last night..
In a state of bliss
Happens to everybody,
Once in life time
Once at bed time
But for the lucky soul(s)
It occurs
More than One Time, :)
Love it
Live it
Spread it
Feel it
"The Eternal Equation of life"

FEVICOL

YAH, man AM glued to You Tube for 3 WEEKS , specifically to Sa RE Ga Ma for now.. i believe this is one of those phases again and i'll be bored of these new singers ... I look forward to getting bored with their voice...

Himesh and Aneek beautiful songs....

The First Step....

Though I intended to go to sleep.... thought I would rather pen down the chat between Tao and Dia. Wonder if it surprised or crossed their mind, why I had to leave? Will they understand why I did what I did?May be ...May be not!

Dia loved you guys. But she loved him more. Having realized his importance in her life, and her inability to learn, accept, acknowledge and say aloud, that Yes, I NEED YOU, crossed six months. Tao would not have had to live six months of a dead existence! Why are we so scared to say and accept these words? Why is there so much fear to accept love for someone we love? Why is there an Ego to say 'Sorry' to someone who means a lot to you. Why is it so difficult at times to just forgive a small mistake, a small pain for a greater good? What stops us from accepting pure emotions and expressing it? Pain, Ego, Truth or Fear?

Dia never understood the hidden face behind her actions? If actions are all an expression of the aforementioned emotions won't it be just east to accept it, right away?, Dia wondered!! I ran into an angel, in one of those dark nights. Who told me, about greater good and taught to be first to reach out for someone you care. He told, but I acted slowly. Most do not even realize, understand or get to hear about the angels existence during their life time. I was very lucky to meet him in person, thought Tao.

The past six months, an eventful existence. A cocktail of loss and gains, with coins and pawns of my mind changing sides. A play between truth, honesty, fiction and illusion. A tussle of faith, compassion, authority and anger. A battle of pure love and war. The battle had to be resolved. Either Tao or Dia had to survive!

The cost was too much to bear with... and I had to make a choice then or never. I had to board the ship before it leaves the dock, and join the sailor, the child, in the next journey of love, light and melodious companionship. I had more to gain, than the losses envisioned. So I ran, as fast as I could.. yelled.. as loud as I could.. at the top of my voice..."WAIT I AM COMING, I AM SORRY, I NEED YOU". All dissolved in thin air, as soon as I saw who I was loosing in this battle.. My life, my child, my own soul, my guide, my light.

An honest call, as always, is always heard and answered. So did the sailor...and I was aboard. The gain was humongous, and magnificent to the loss I had envisioned. Loss does not even seem a loss anymore.. it appeared as a tiny, small boat as I sailed away to the horizon along with
Suzane and Simon. They were twins. I had deserted them at birth. But could not let them float away all alone...

I choose to jump with them beside. A journey in which I crossed the boundary of fear, a cliff that I lived in for a while. The cliff height dissolved as soon as I closed my eyes in fear. I would land either on the ship or into the water...either way I have to either walk or swim...BUT I have to act...else one would drown or get rotten sitting at the cliff. The choice was made. I jumped as I saw the ship pulling its anchor...I jumped out of my fearful boundary... of being hurt if I landed on my face or head. I would never know unless i jumped either. I would never find them again. And if I jump in time I might land on the ship or the sailor on the ship would see and wait till I swim to the ship... BUT ITS ME ONLY WHO HAS TO ACT..now or never.. till you do not start walking, you would never reach the destination. I cannot be sitting on the cliff and thinking or assuming about the destination!!! or even hope to reach a destination. I saw their smiling face, as I took the last deep breath before jumping off the cliff.

So here I come life, let all the forces and sources of strength and courage be with me.. BUT its me and only me who has to walk, to find and reach my destination. May be they will see me as soon as I step out, may be there is someone who will hear the splash.....BUT to discover the hidden I have to first walk out of my cliff......I am scared and fearful but I WILL swim...I have the courage and strength to jump, swim and walk....the angel is with me.. rest is just a journey, so enjoy it..

As the ship sailed into the pacific, she waved at the cliff, where Dia was left behind. She welcomed the rising sun, the blue sky, the orange strike rising across the horizon.. welcoming a dawn in the east..

"As, I reached the end of her pages, I felt both sad and happy. Sad to see her leave behind the memory of 'us' and happy to see her smile, the shine, the ease, the same expression that I would see whenever she would be in my arms disappointed yet wanting to fight..but not knowing how... I am proud of you Dia that you choose to die, shall wait to see the world conquered by Tao...and I am sorry that I had to leave you alone with Suzzane and Simon..that night"

'your belated white angel, Rick'

PASSION.....

I am just left open mouth...awed... ZXY()*#)(*$)#*(_$__@$IPI_L!!!!!!! I HAVE NO WORDS...to appreciate such miraculous performances..

I have been GLUED to SA RE GA MA... ever since I ran into these video's on YOUTUBE..Thanks to YOU TUBE and all those people who uploaded the performances..

I can't define the passion, the depth which all these performer's have been singing.. real TRUE performers.. you can only..feel it.. if you are passionate about anything in your life..

I don't know what people have to say about ZEE TV publicizing their channel.or Promo for OM Shanti... and all.. am just speechless to hear such passionate performers... such sweet and healthy competition...

Mauli ... in Kar Le..,Wo Chaliyan Wo Rasiyan more of her performances...
Amanat.. Tujshe Naraz.. First, Second and Third Mitwa here, Albela sajaan a Gazzal 'Hungama' Dil lutiya
Aneek - Mitwa again,. Dil Se (Satrangi Re) , TO Mom, Dard ayee dil Ya Ali, dILE sE rE, Mast qalander
Poonam - Neema Samjh Gai... (Taal)..ku hu...
Sumedha - Nigahe milane ko, Aoo huzuur

Amanath-Aneek's.. ragging...

I don't know who IS going to be the winner... but all the judges for all the performances..had the same comments 'SuperB, Mind Blowing...Awesome...'.....NO WONDER.... !!!

Dhak Dhak.....

Isn't this what you heard aloud when you had the first crush in college or school? I don't remember when I heard my first LUBB DUUB so loud :) , but i do remember, the last time I heard it going bonker's...

The last time I heard it, it was the same jingle in the bell, the auricle and ventricle banging against the rib cage. Two years back. Lub Dub. There was a spark in my eyes, a stupid consistent smile..for no reasons...related to me or my prevailing situation. Days seemed brighter and night seemed warmer....Belonging to the romantic era of teenage I was sure, and convinced that 'ah..this is the guy! My man in shining amour, in white horse..finally our roads crossed'

I totally forgot at that time, that these lines have rhymed in my auricle earlier too. All past jingles seemed faded and bland at that point. Even though it was the same bell ringing in the same wavelength, my memory was vacant. All I was telling myself was, Man, I have never felt like this before!

At the back of mind, my brain completely subdued the notion or thought that its just a FLIP, a usual flip, that happens during these hormonal ages..scientifically termed as 'Crush' or 'Infatuation'. I was unknowing or may be knowingly convincing myself no no this can't be a 'crush'. This is different. Actually at that point, even far in the horizon the words 'Crush and Infatuation' seemed distant. All that mattered was my fall, my sweet 180 deg flip, straight on my butt, FLAT...seeing stars in broad day light...

Soon it was Christmas, for whom the bell tolls came to an end, and I woke up from my mesmerized dream and came to the realization that it was just cold winter and i was hallucinating. It was only an infatuation. But it was great...

The winter passed in fond memories of my flip-flop. I got buzy collecting bugs, grasses, woods, turkey, to survive rest of the winter. And time passed by. Two winters came and passed. I was busy building the house I had promised Black hole to save her from the cold in years to come.

I got done with building the house for her... She is warm, hiding in the blanket next to the fire place. I can hear her purring and stretching as it snows outside. As I sipped my coffee, I heard the banging at the door...

"Happy Halloween"...yelled everybody as they entered my territory.. Caps, costumes, pumpkins, lights, snow...music, it was all lights and flashy...we drank to glory.. danced till morning..it was the year of snow, we all had awaited.. The silence and solitude of my coffee was lost.. among the crowd in minutes.. it was all jam packed...people were talking, dancing, wrestling...it was a fun night...

At the corner was a face hidden in a hat.... it was just a hi 'Zarus', hi 'Ramus'.. and continued the same talking and dancing. Zarus and Me were the diameter's of the circular table. Sometime in middle of the conversation, argument and beer, I don't remember exactly when but the circular table started rotating. By morning Zarus and Me were the two sides of a Pie :) ...but still only talking. It was 5 am. I looked at my watch and I realized I had to rush for work.. by 9 am. Since I was less on Beer my co-ordinates were working just perfect..to navigate me to work.

As I told bye to Zarus, and grabbed my coat...to hed out...I heard a LOUD 'jingle'. I kept hearing it throughout the day..and even the next day. Do I have a hang over from Halloween? Sometimes I thought it was my cell phone.. and I was picking it up every minute..hallucinating it to ring.. its not the beer, its two days.. now whats the jingle??

As I raised this question to black hole, she purrs back...at me..and puts her paw on a hat..on the floor..The smile and the combo of Jingle went aloud..followed by the thumping auricles...and..ventricles... :) . Only then did I knew and recognize the ring. Thanks to Black Hole, for pointing out who was jingling... within my auricle.. Thanks to the hat too, as it blatantly smiled and told that I am undergoing a 'FLIP'..... As I realized this the phone actually buzzed...and to my surprise it was Mr. Flip !! I could not stop laughing... but picking up the phone...with full composure...yet blushing to myself..

Black hole looked at me, yawned and continued purring before pretending to sleep again...

I continued talking to Mr. Flip, totally aware...of my 180 deg flip ...hearing each lubb dubb...going louder... :) Man, had i found black hole earlier I could have enjoyed watching myself in the last flip too. But better late than never. Thanks to Black hole for finding me..and teaching me to watch, observe, purr, and sleep but not act :) ..... Mr. Flip is kewl...what smile, what grace, what..magic... whenever our paths cross...and I talk to him.. i can hear Black Hole 'meowing' from behind... and telling in her own cattish way 'F L I P - F L O P'

Appropriate Model

I am totally at loss of word after hearing from Rick! I have known him only for 3 - 4 months, but he seems to know me just as close as perfect. We communicate mostly over email. Never met, Never spoke!

Off late I have been really tired and more so, bored of having to deal with the same problems, variables and factors time and again. I saw the problem an I knew the answer but did not want to waste my time in solving it. I think am more bored than tired, to be honest. I hate repeatability. So I choose not to think, and just plug in the variables I need to get done with it.
The only change I introduced this time was constant follow up on the feedback or response of the system. The model performed exactly as predicted. But now what next? Am really bored !!

So bored that I did not feel any triumph on conquering or successfully executing the model. Whether its Matlab or R the model performs equally well in every domain and is consistent over time. From what I learnt and still learning one needs to just know how to address a matrix and the associated functions operating on it in either. Once, you know that, thrown in any matrix, with any loops and functions, it will perform the same, at a consistently significant high adjusted R square, ;) !

Except that inspite of the above boring schedule for months and years now, it was refreshing post the 8 mins rainfall... in midst of broad day light all of a sudden. I had gone out for lunch with my regular visitor. It seemed as if the clouds were conspiring against me, and were waiting to strike in time. In nutshell, short and sweet. Unlike dragging rainy day, making the whole day dull!

But even that's repeatative, :) Give me some new challenge! Something different, Will you?
And when I talk to Rick about this, he just tells me to continue remaining familiar with the process.....

"You could get tired when the cosmos just says more of the same old thing. It's a familiar message for you, but today it feels easier as sweet Venus harmonizes with your key planet Pluto. Go to the depths, then go even deeper. Let go of control. Feel it all -- the love and the pain. You already know that your thoughts are merely a distraction. Magical metamorphosis is ready to happen if you let it."

I don't know what magical metamorphosis he is talking about, specially with Harry Potter, gone! As if I am some insect, metamorphosing from egg, larvae, pupae in a cocoon to a butterfly then mate in the air, :) and die after laying eggs for next generation of butterflies to flourish and survive :)) , as a species !!

Thoughts " am I an insect then ? '' thinking till I find the answer :) "....aaah..crap...usual crap I think..or am I ???"

--------- thus continued her thoughts as the streaks of red got brighter and brighter cutting her skin, while she slept in the White Room, # 408, Bosnia Cancer Society..a mobile rings somewhere...and the voice says, Rick... come to the hospital, the time has come---------------

# all the thoughts inspired by recent happening, and known people diagnosed of cancer#

Panchanamma !

ya, thats what was the previous post! sometimes I wonder how can I write so much crap !!! aaah...

anyway so as a recluse... here is something.. small and sweet from Africa. A poem nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, Written by an African Kid.

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray
And you calling me colored??