11:11

My work for the day was over and I was about to leave. I checked the time on my PC and it was 5:55. I checked my time logger for the number of hours I worked; it showed me 10hrs -10mins… “Hmmm… bahut kaam kar raha hai”

I take the lift and come down to my car parking to see a Mercedes parked adjacent to my car with the number plate 1111… “sahi hai yaar… kisi sheikh ka hoga”

I am inside my car and the clock shows… 6:06

Last night I woke up at 4:44 am sweating profusely… and day before it was 2:22 am. The flat I stay is 1010. My birthday falls on 1/11 at 11:11 am.

All day long… everyday of the week… I see the different double digit numbers on everything that gives time. The most frequent combination is 11:11. It started with 11:11 but over the time I now see every conceivable combination of digits… 11:12; 1:11; 10:10; 10:01; 12:12. It’s been over a year now that I have been seeing these repeated numbers on my digital clocks and I am now getting used to it. Lately it’s very frequent and is not only restricted to my digital clocks but to the places I visit or the car number plates I see.

I have also begun to seek spiritual growth thru yoga and meditation in the past 1 or 2 years and it has only deepened my desire to learn more about our planet and ourselves. I sense a general oneness or unity gathering within and I can’t quite describe it but I know many other people feel the same way.

I have discussed the same with my close friends and certainly not to mention the google research I did. I was surprised to see so much stuff on this…

One website says –
11:11 - The bridge or transitional zone between the old energy world of duality and the New Energy world of Oneness. A wake-up or reminder call of the highest order… It’s a confirmation that one's spiritual awakening journey is right on track.

Another website associated to astrophysics says –
If your attention has been drawn to clocks and watches at exactly 11:11, it definitely means a lot. Solara's and Uri's opinions: the endless reoccurrence of these hours 11:11, 11:01, 11:10, 10:01, 10:11, 10:10, 1:01 represents a positive connection and a gateway to the mysteries of the universe and beyond. 11:11 is a pre-encoded trigger placed into our cellular memory banks prior to our descent into matter which, when activated, signifies that our time of completion is near. This refers to the completion of duality. When the 11:11 appears to you, it is your wake-up call. A direct channel opens up between you and the Invisible. When this happens, it is time to reflect on whatever you are doing for a moment and Look Larger. A transfer is in position. You can enter the Greater Reality if you wish pray or meditate and seed your future and also, you can be seeded by the Invisible. You can ask for help in some specific area of your life or simply listen quietly and receive a revelation.
The appearance of 11:11 is an always beneficial act of Divine Intervention telling you that it is time to take a good look around you and see what is really happening. It's time to pierce the veils of illusion that keep us bound to an unreal world. You have been chosen, because you are ready, to step into the Greater Reality.

A website related to numerology says –
The number 11 is thought of as a "master" number in numerology because it is a double digit of the same number. When this occurs - the vibrational frequency of the prime number doubles in power. Meaning, the attributes of the Number One are doubled. So, the very basic & primary understanding of the Number One is that of new beginnings & purity. When we see this digit doubled as with the 11 - then these attributes double in strength. In numerology the number 11 represents higher ideals, invention, refinement, congruency, balance, fulfilment, vision. The 11 carries a vibrational frequency of balance. It represents male & female equality. It contains sun and moon both - while holding them both separate. Perfect balance…
Consequently, constant reoccurrences of Elevens often signal us to be aware of our balance. Balance emotion, thought, spirit, balance of work, play, joy, sorrow. Elevens are magical messages asking us if we are centred or out-of-whack.
Those who recognize the spiritual meaning of number Eleven in their lives are obviously quite sensitive to many vibrational frequencies. The fact that this number is observed when the Elevens appear is indicative of a reflective, thoughtful and intuitive soul. If you observe the Eleven - as two straight lines side by side - together they serve as a full meaning - two figures forming one value - one image. However they do not touch - they are together yet separate.

Another website which promotes spirituality says –
There are precisely 1111 spirit guardians who were all that were left of the midwayers for thousands of years. They asked for 11:11 to be their sign, when we developed digital clock. It means you are capable of two-way spirit communication. They would like to talk to you rather than keep on with the obscure signs.
Your mind is external from your brain and spirit beings can put a thought in your mind to get you to look in the right place at the right time to see the prompt. this is to prove that there are celestials, discarnate intelligences who loves us. If you insist on finding inherent meaning, they will oblige, but they would rather talk than play with numbers. Meditation with intent. quieten the mind and listen.

Another website says -
Physical reality is a consciousness program created by digital codes. Numbers, numeric codes, define our existence. Human DNA, our genetic memory, is encoded to be triggered by digital codes at specific times and frequencies. Those codes awaken the mind to the change and evolution of consciousness. 11:11 is one of those codes, meaning activation of DNA. You will note that seeing 11:11 frequently creates synchronicities in your life. The year 2011 will have great significance and consciousness will evolve in full swing. January 1, 2011 we find - 1/1/11 which could be seen as 1111. November 11 - 11/11/11. This promises to accelerate consciousness toward 2012. (2012 links to the Mayan Calendar end time at 11:11 UT, Universal Time.)
You will experience a sudden awakening after which reality is never the same. You are going to create clarity, healing and balance for yourself. Do not expect others in your life to be on this journey with you. It is yours alone as it is for most souls. You will have to seek new friends of like mind who are also being triggered by the digits. Once you open the Digital Door, there is no going back. Your soul will automatically and quickly move you from level to level of experience until you 'get it'.

And another one says -
You will experience a sudden awakening after which reality is never the same. You are going to create clarity, healing and balance for yourself. Do not expect others in your life to be on this journey with you. It is yours alone as it is for most souls. You will have to seek new friends of like mind who are also being triggered by the digits. Once you open the Digital Door, there is no going back. Your soul will automatically and quickly move you from level to level of experience until you 'get it'. Your consciousness is expanding and therefore you will, manifest faster and with greater comprehension, becoming more aware of the meaning of synchronicities that will become more and more frequent. They are created by your soul creates to help you remember that you are a soul spark in a physical program that is about to end, evolve back to higher consciousness.
Once you see your numeric codes, you have activated something in your DNA codes and they will continue to appear until you 'get the message' ... it is 'time' to move on. Upon seeing your digit encoded numbers, you may feel a sense of urgency or related emotions. Chill out! For NOW there is TIME! The numbers usually signal changes in the patterns of your life. They may confirm something that you are experiencing whenever the numbers appear to you. You may dream also about the numbers, linked with things you do not as yet understand, or wake up at the same time every night with those numbers on your digital clock, ie. 11:11

paint love - BLACK :(

I woke up thirsty. I switched on the lights... Its 2:22 am

After drinking water... I was not feeling sleepy any more. I switched on my TV; browsed the channels to kill my time. It showed "Tele-brands" on each and every channel. Finally I stopped at a channel which was playing some emotional desi soap.

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"Mummy!!! Daddy is in his room packing his bag. Please give him a big hug; like the ones you give me... then he will not go" How do a kid know that 'a big hug' will repair the festering wound of a broken relationship?

I started thinking... Is it true that love and hate are just two sides of the same coin? If not; then how does the sweet elixir of love turn so bitter after a short passage of time?

People talk about the chemistry of love... the magic... the splendour of cupid's charm. When and where does it all vanish? Is love a myth; is it real or just a figment of the imagination... Is it just a mental attitude, a frame of mind? Is it a feeling dictated by time and place?

You meet somebody who sends out positive vibes... you both nurture and woo those vibrations... The meetings culminate in your wanting to be together... forever and always; to stay together and marry.

For a specific length of time you adore the ground she walks on… You worship the way he takes care of all your needs… You praise her ambitious and independent nature… You love his impulsive carefree ways… You are amused by her passion for clothing and jewellery… You chuckle at his obsession for football… Both live and thrive together on a mutual cushion of love.

Suddenly the soft focus of your mind's camera gives way to the harsh edges of reality… All of a sudden love bursts into hate. Nothing she does appears right anymore. Her laughter jars your ears. His carefree impulsive nature; which you once compared to the unchecked galloping of a stallion… now seems like foolhardy daring; rash and thoughtless action.

I have seen so many fairy tales turn into nightmares that marriage has started frightening me. How does hate enter and paint… love – black?

It’s over seven years now and I still remember the pair of dogs living opposite my house in Indore… one brown and one black. The brown one was someone's pet abandoned by its owner and initially hounded and harassed by the local strays. The black dog; himself a stray, not too large but well equipped to fight the world and get by. She in need of protection… he in need of companionship perhaps; moved in together; behind the garbage bin. A real study of – “being together”. The black and brown pair of dogs can teach us a lesson or two about love; caring and sharing. Couple of months later… the brown dog was hit by some vehicle and lost the use of one of its legs. Unable to move about she spent most of her time behind the bin. Her companion could be seen carrying food to her… defending her and generally taking care of her; EVERYDAY.

Instinctively a dog knows about devotion; loyalty and love. He knew that she needed him. Why can’t we… nurture our relationships and avoid hurt humiliation and destruction… that break the very relationship which we ourselves choose to build up over the years.

Two of my friends, confirmed bachelors, are of the view that a man-woman relationship spoils the moment you brand it with a marriage certificate. If that is so… then how is the institution of marriage still in existence, alive and healthy? Is it that… knowing a person up close and too personal leads to the destruction?

Someone please explain what happens somewhere along the way? How do two individuals bring about such havoc… kill love so diabolically!!!

Maybe somewhere along the way I will discover the secret of how to stop the metamorphosis of love into hate.
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**The above blog is been extracted from some anonymous writer. It seems the same was written for me; so that I could use these words to express my feelings. The objective or purpose of this blog is been attained :)

Shoe-ing!!!

It’s been over a year... the Iraqi journalist threw his shoes at George W Bush to show his contempt for the US President... The practice seems to have caught on in India. Shoe has been thrown on the Prime Minister; the Home Minister; L.K. Advani and so on... All those targeted seem to have turned saints and have straight away forgiven the wrongdoer in the true pre-election spirit. But was it right??? Shouldn’t the wrongdoer been punished??? Particularly by the Home Minister... who is our top terrorist hunter. However with the experience gained by the organizers of political functions are either keeping audiences at a safe distance from speakers or are providing net shelter to speakers from being hit by flying shoes. The situation is unlikely to improve unless commendable punishment and penalty is awarded to shoe throwers.

Footwear’s are considered to be unclean, so it’s left outside the religious places (as a mark of respect). To assault with a shoe is therefore an expression of strong dislike for someone. Newspapers in India have often reported under-trials throwing footwear at presiding judges after judgments been delivered.

Case A – A passenger on a flight... traveling in the economy class. He suddenly has an immediate urge to visit the toilet... but finds the aisle blocked by the beverage cart. Unable to hold himself; he runs towards the toilet which is in the first class. There he is restrained by an airhostess . He pushes her aside and uses the toilet in the first class. As per law… he is charged with assault on the flight attendant and could plead guilty as well as bear penalty. Suppose he wants to show his contempt towards the court or to the sentence... he can throw his footwear at the judge... as footwear is usually easy to remove. Of course he would be held in contempt of court and further penalized.

Case B – A law teacher in Australia; showed her contempt - by dropping her pants and baring her backside to the presiding judge. The judge gave her 4 months in jail for disgusting behavior and contempt of court. From the severity of the punishment; I somehow feel the judge could be female... The display of the posterior could perhaps have even been done with it painted with abusive messages... This method has the virtue; that footwear which is relatively expensive, is saved for oneself...

Here is an exception where the court and judeges were partial to a display of body part of an under-trial... In ancient Greece; the most beautiful courtesan Phryne, who had been used as a nude model by famous sculptors and painters; was hauled before the court to face some charges. Just as it seemed she would lose the case and therefore her life... her lawyer ripped open her robe and exposed her breasts to the jury. She was acquitted. We can only guess the extenuating reasons for this verdict ;) Perhaps the jury, which may have been all male had probably felt that she should be spared because of her matchless assets...

Who knows... down the line; dissent or contempt could be expressed not merely by shoe-ing but by more imaginative and entertaining ways... Lets wait and watch ;)

CHEERS!!!

Wanted "Soul-mate"

My soul is lonely. I need a soul mate. Ok… let’s not get into un-necessary debates here… it is my soul that is thirsty and not my body; ok? Anyway; stop interrupting… let me get on with the blog…

I am deciding to place an ad. Now how would I write the ad? How will the mate recognize that this is the soul she was longing for???

I take it for granted that it has to be a SHE. Definitely… there is no confusion or compromise. So it’s a lady soul or girl… maiden… witch… whatever. It should be a Female soul.

“Wanted Soul mate – FEMALE”

At least the caption is done. Now what would I write?

Ok… let me be honest.

It would be really nice if the soul mate comes packaged nicely in the form of say… Deepika Padukone, Katreena Kaif, Aishwarya Rai or Bipasha Basu. That’s just wishful thinking. I wouldn’t mind a Charlize Theron packaging either ;)

Uh oh!!! Now my ad reads like a Bollywood director in search of a heroine for his latest movie. Ok… detour here.

Now when I think about it, it’s actually too early to be searching for a “soul-mate”. Usually that happens when you have successfully made couple of millions or billions and you can afford to have one. It’s definitely got something to do with mid-life blues.

After all it isn’t everyday that you bump into soul mates.

But there is a risk factor. What if we suddenly discover that we’re not soul mates? And the real one is someone else? I mean you can’t change soul mates? Can you??? Then… its “Thoda Adjust Karo”

This is where a contract comes in – legalese- just in case. No, I am not denying the fact that we are soul mates, but then it’s always better to have an exit option, right?

But in-spite of everything, the word “soul mate” does have a magical ring to it. It reels in the female of the species in droves. I don’t know how and why??? But it does. Maybe it’s because it’s so phonetically connected to “soul mate”.

Somehow I get a sneaky feeling that this business of soul mates originated in the west so as to counter a very very scary word – alimony

Soul mate… ladies?

M.B.A.

One of my school friends has come to Dubai. After school; we never met. He has got a job in a private bank, moreover he's an M.B.A. I emphasize on M.B.A. because he was surprised to know that I am not one. He asked me – “Tu banking mei kaise aa gaya? You are not an M.B.A.!!!”

I must inform all the readers that I dreamed of becoming an Army Personal (Betty used to joke – “Yeh to fauji banega”) right from my school days and not because everyone thought it was the “cool” thing to do; but because I felt it was the right thing for me. But when my dream of becoming an army personal shattered, I did my graduation and then I wanted to do M.B.A. M.B.A – its the most sought after three letter word by youth these days. Naah… actually most sought after three letter words by youth is sex; but with M.B.A. schools mushrooming in every nook and corner of India, chances of getting an M.B.A. degree is higher than getting safe sex. M.B.A. degree from a plush b-school can do wonders not only to your professional life but your personal too.

Typical non-social studious guy whom everybody loves to loathe suddenly becomes talk of the town… gets flooded with alliances… gets invited to every family gathering and needless to say gets all the attention and adulation from mumma’s & papa’s of hot, eligible young women. So to be precise he walks away with every thing in the end… penthouse, great prestige, trophy wife and loads and loads of money. Such is the maya of six figure pay package and prestigious "IIM or ISB" tag in India.

And if u happen to be that looser (which god forbid) who chose to follow his own dreams, who gave preference to his inner self over stereotype career… chances are very less that u get any of these accessories. You may be a successful DJ, fashion photographer but chances are (quite high actually) that you would still be considered looser in your native place. You would NOT be invited to the family get-togethers... You would NOT be flooded with alliances. Parents may NEVER introduce you to that particular friend; whose son is some typical investment banker working for some MNC in London or New York. But one thing that you would surely get is inner satisfaction. Well, who cares for that unless it equates to the six figure pay package.

This is a satire on M.B.A. craze in our country. I personally think there are a lot of those who chose to follow their dream and passion over a fancy pay package… As far as I am concerned I am neither an M.B.A. nor could I follow my dreams… but; I'm happy with everything god has given me... Be it family; friends; job or life…

CHEERS!!!

Air India... EXPRESS!!!

Recently I flew from Dubai on Air India Express. This was my first time with this airline. Although I’ve heard of the bad seats; bad landings and rude airhostess, the departure timings suited me well so I opted for Air India Express, the budget version of Air India which I swear is the worst flight I have ever been on in my life.

That afternoon I called the Air India Customer Care to confirm my flight timings. They have a main telephone number that stays busy 24x7. If it’s not busy it goes straight to an answering machine. What kind of airline goes straight to an answering machine? A horrid company... Finally a very rude guy picked up and said... "This is Baggage Claim Section; Call Dubai Airport to find the timings" and then hang up on me; what a joke... When tried calling back to find out to see who this was he put me on hold...

I called Dubai Airport and they confirmed that my flight was delayed by 3 hours… Sahi hai!!!

And, now the story starts...

On my way to airport; I got an SMS that flight departure had been rescheduled to 04:00 hrs. They could have sent this SMS 3 hour back!!! So I checked-in three hours prior to the re-scheduled time, since according to them one has to check in 3 hrs prior to the flight time. (Oh!!! Air India is so punctual in such cases). Then I wait there at the gate; the airport announces the delay of the flight by one hour. Maakda!!! Anyways it’s usual for an already delayed flight to be pushed by an hour more. So I wait there to find out that the flight is further delayed by another hour, making the departure time 6:00; its normal for Air India. After a while, the schedule board without any announcement changes the departure time to 6:30... I went to Costa cafe to buy myself a piece of muffins-cake and a coffee... It costed me 38Dhs... Shouldn't I reimburse this from the airline? Anyway I board the flight by 6:30. I am already late by 7+ hours.

Everyone is in their seats and I see that I will have to sit on the last row of a tacky old flight. And the crew... Oh!!! Don’t kid me... each one of them looks older than my grand mother. Where the hell did the age limit regulation go? These air hostesses have been working since the time Gandhiji leased these aircrafts to go to London to attend the Round Table Conference.

Anyway the pilot announces the departure of the flight. "Welcome onboard. Sorry for the inconvenience caused and we will be off in a few minutes and thank you for your co operation. The flight will take 3 hours 10 minutes to reach Lucknow..." WHAT? Lucknow??? "Where we will halt for 50 minutes and then will be flying to Mumbai" Why are we going to Lucknow? Oye Pilot... there's some locha... You're mistaken... This is a direct flight to Mumbai. I later overheard the airhostess saying that the Mumbai flight was cancelled and some of the passengers to Mumbai have been accommodated in the Lucknow flight...

Half an hour passes. Nothing!!! (Oh we got a glass of water) and the captain told us it’s time to take off.

Most of the NRI's think that Air India is the worst airline in terms of service, and they are right to assume that. It was early morning and I decided not to eat anything. I needed to brush my teeth. The air hostess would not take "NO" for an answer. (Maybe her bonus was directly linked to the no. of people eating.) She pleaded with me to have something. I refused. She tried stronger persuasion techniques, "If you don't eat, you'll feel hungry later." I did not relent. Then she said, "At least have some juice." (I still remember the taste of that juice) I wanted to open the window, put my head out and check if it was really an Air India flight.

Immediately after departure, the guy sitting next to me asked for whiskey, while his friend sitting on the other side asked for beer. After finishing the whiskey in one sip, the two guys chatted and concluded that the beer was good too. Immediately he summoned the air hostess in a very respectful manner, by emitting the sound, "Shooo, Shoooo." My neighbor asked for beer and his friend asked for whiskey. After finishing the second round, they both agreed that the whiskey was better and 'shoo shooed' the air hostess, who was then serving another passenger. The air hostess looked at them angrily and said... "I have only two hands." At which point; the two gentlemen became sad and silent.

I thought... baba yeh log to fultu peeney waastey hi aaye hai!!!

No magazines, no news papers, no pens, broken seats, 2 bad looking air hostess for the entire flight, unclean toilets. You will be only offered with a paid headphone set to listen to the only movie they have, and paid soft drinks.

And, finally when I landed in Lucknow... there was a chaos, everyone was in a hurry to open the baggage cabin and were rushing towards the exit. What is the hurry? The flight is going to stay for another 50 minutes... It’s not the Mumbai Metro or the DTC bus...

50 minutes of stoppage time seemed to be longer than expected... I sat there and looked out of the window to find the Airport-Tow-"TRACTORS"; airport official pissing on the compound wall; Security guard holding a machine gun and yawning... The board there read... "Lucknow Airport, ISO 9001:2000 Certified" Till then I never knew that airports could get this certification. I checked the positive side; Air India is not 'ISO 9001 Certified'.

Finally when I reached my destination I was 9 hours late. I checked the schedule board; it still showed the departure time of Air India to Dubai as indefinite!!! Ha ha ha...

I will never fly with Air India. Never...

As far as Indore airport is concerned... Last time when I had to fly from there - The departure area of the Indore (Domestic) Airport Terminal, which is the size of the living room of a one-bedroom apartment of the Beckams, was designed by the same man who designed the Tihar Jail. There are no duty-free shops or any bookstores or magazine stands for the simple reason that they would make people happy. You cannot even see the runway. All you can do while waiting for a flight is to watch fellow passengers and observe their weird behavior, and the only entertainment I had, was watching the Ticketing Staff of Jet Airways. Hope this time; things must have changed at Indore airport.

CHEERS!!!

I.C.H - Indian Coffee House

I have always confused my macchiato with my mocha or my latte with my cappuccino… and I am sick of places that serve coffee by the bucketful… I am a bit unsure about coffee bars that somehow seem to have "reinvented" coffee and have rejuvenated it as the latest lifestyle product…

I'm not a big coffee drinker. I rarely drink it in cafes or restaurants. I prefer not to go out to one of those trendy high street coffee bars and pay the equivalent of at least Rs.500 for a small cup. They do serve coffee from all over the world and the aromas around those cafe shops are breathtaking... But the catch is that the customer pays through the nose. A second catch is that you are sitting in a place designed by consumer analysts; where the decor is carefully selected to entice; manipulate and part you from your cash ;)

After having sampled the delights of coffee from different places… I have to conclude that there is only one place to drink it – in India and there is only one establishment to drink it in – the Indian Coffee House (ICH). I've visited branches in Indore, Bhopal, Gwalior, Ernakulam, Trivandrum, Delhi, Bangalore, Pune and many other places… and I've never been disappointed.

An Indian Coffee House is a pretty basic place... where the decor generally takes a back seat to the low prices and delicious food; which varies from region to region. Unlike the new, trendy coffee bars now in India... there is no long and winding coffee menu to choose from. Coffee comes as coffee... no frills; no fancy names and it's very delicious. For a handful of rupees per cup... you can't complain.

I do not wish to take anything away from the trendy Starbucks, Cafe Coffee Day or Costa coffee bars. After all; the managements at the various head offices put a lot of time into thinking about product placement, branding, positioning, target groups, performance indicators, market penetration and all manner of ways to make you part with your hard earned cash.

In stark contrast; ICH possess a certain authenticity… and that's what I like about the Indian Coffee House. It operates as a worker's co-operative, unmolested by the cynicism and profiteering of the corporate world. For better or worse, it shows. Maybe it's a place trapped in time. Perhaps it's a place in time that I prefer.

When I was in Indore... for my family and many like us; the Indian Coffee House was the only place for eating out. I am talking about at least fifteen years back. Naturally it established its very own special place in my heart. At the age of seven I thought Masala Dosa was the only thing one could eat outside ones home. Years later, while on this particular vacation with papa, mummy and Betty, sitting at one of the Indian Coffee Houses on my way to Trivandrum which was near a railway station. This establishes the fact that each ICH has its own distinct character. This one had good food served in a strange leaning-tower-of-Pisa-like spiral building. Waiters were dressed in shabby, white uniforms. The long pagdi's on the waiters are usually a metaphor for the type of service on offer: clean, starched and upright. But one thing is always guaranteed: the idli's, masala dosha's, biryani's or just plain "toast bread jam" will be excellent. Black & white framed photographs of Jawaharlal Nehru, Mahatma Gandhi and Indira Gandhi adorn the walls of ICH...

I just miss the coffee house at RNT Marg in Indore… An old dingy place with ceiling made of wood. The cheap wooden tables colored to give an impression of mahogany. Those two big glass jars at the manager's desk. The manager used to return even fifty paise of the change but would never smile. I still have the memories of going there with my friends after exams and sometimes in the evenings. We usually had the masala dosa and veg cutlet and I used to enjoy the place more than I have enjoyed any other restaurant. Me and my school friends used to celebrate our B'day treats at ICH. Now that's a change… When I was in school there was nothing better than hanging out with friends at a cycle parking behind the school, now these school goers hang out in coffee shops. Not that this change isn't good or anything, its just that I am nostalgic, besides I want to know what happened to that group of oldies, those waiters, that manager and those tables.

More than the passing years, the changes around us make us feel older. I am now twenty seven years old, on the verge of wrapping up another disgustingly deplorable year of my filthy unproductive life, but even in this small duration of my excretory existence, I have encountered a plethora of changes.

Some good and some bad… But ICH remains unchanged… Kudos to the unchanged waiters, the uniforms, decor, coffee and the spirit of ICH!!!

Save!!! Milkyway from Andromeda

I was reading a news article about impending collision of Galaxies – “Milky Way and Andromeda leading to the formation of a bigger Galaxy.” The article states that the earlier studies were inaccurate due to measurement errors. The latest study shows that the collision may occur within next 4 Billion years… By that time our Sun would run out of fuel and would be a dead Star…

The astronomers at the Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics say… “Our Galaxy is rotating at the rate of 100,000 miles per hour, faster than earlier thought” this translates to a significant increase in mass (How???) but also a greater gravitational pull that increases the likelihood of a collision with the Andromeda Galaxy. The article further writes about how nearly 200 Billion Sun equivalent mass lay between the two Galaxies and it would take nearly 1 Billion years to form the new bigger Galaxy.

Our solar system being part of the Milky Way Galaxy is nearly 28,000 light years away from the centre of the Milky Way and Milky Way is nearly 2 million light years away from the Andromeda Galaxy (One light year is equivalent of 10 billion kilometers… ooofff!!!) The article goes on and on indicating the expansion of Universe as 93 Billion light years… with 470 Billion equivalent sun’s mass and the last big bang occurred about 13.74 Billion years ago; I don’t even know how many zeros are needed to make 470 billion. But I understand that we are nearing the next big bang. One of the article says, there could be Multi Universes in cosmos… blah blah blah… but one the thing that caught my attention was the worry the astronomers had about the impending danger from the collision (accelerated) in near future (3 or 4 Billion years away)… and for some astronomers their next big challenge was to avoid the imaginary collision and to name the new bigger Galaxy (after collision) HUSH!!!

My interest grew remembering the fact that a big bang experiment was conducted in a 17 mile circumference underground tunnel, straddling the French-Swiss border at the European Organization for Nuclear Research; near Geneva; Switzerland. I do remember that just 4 months back; scientific institutions all across the Globe claimed how important their role in the success of the particle collider project was!!! During that time, the pessimists saw eminent end of the world, as black holes generated from the experiment would suck up the entire mass of this planet. Few articles did appear on Nostradamus prediction about the end of the world in year 2012. The entire experiment seems to have fizzled out like a shapeless balloon void of air; those suffering from anxiety neurosis were left with no choice but to search for another issue to worry!!! No one knows if the experiment was conclusive enough to understand the big bang Theory!!!

To top it all, now new evidence is available from the probe on Mars surface, which suggested traces of Carbide, confirming the presence of water on the planet. The last week’s news was about availability of Methane gas on Mars’ atmosphere… I am sure there would be scholarly articles about life on Mars. Deep down in the burrows… we would be made to imagine about a living civilization in the next few weeks or months… The ancestry of sub Sahara tribe who live deep down in burrows (to protect themselves against extreme climate) would be traced to Mars… who knows? They may be subjected to inquisition to find out who stole the earth’s atmosphere… Ha Ha Ha…

Yes… there are articles and stories on how some aliens are stealing our atmosphere… Oh God!!! There is a limit to scientific ecstasy… Give us a break!!! We have our own Economic Recession to tackle…