I am born into a typical south Indian family where a child has to be a doctor an engineer or a chartered accountant. I hardly remember other career options discussed in my family except the option to be a scientist. I don’t know if the door for my niche is still open and if open will I realize that till then.
I don’t blame my parents. They asked me to pursue a career which was incumbent to the Indian society. Frankly speaking 15 yrs back we could hardly see people getting good stable jobs in other career options. India in all ways is lagging behind the western world where career options are many.
Now when I give it a thought well there are a lot of things in which I had some initial skills. Speaking, sports, writing, poetry and some others too. Well maybe I didn’t have the strength to break free from the mould of the typical Indian society. I succumbed and went ahead with a career which is common i.e. becoming an engineer. Though I wanted to be a chemical engineer during the timing to choose a seat I choose telecom and today I am a software engineer. Sometimes I wonder if this were I wanted to be. Did I always want to be a software engineer .. I guess no. Though I am “happy” I however regard this as a fall back option for me till the time I find my niche. I don’t know if the door for my niche is still open and if open will I realize that till then.
If I find one will I leave all the comforts of my current job to pursue my niche? Well the answer honestly is “I don’t know”.
Monday, September 15, 2008
God
Perhaps the most disputed word in the world. His existence is disputed and so are the things that follow it. Every religion has their own god and every religion wants to put forward its god as the best one. Wonder what “God” thinks about it. Does he even care by what name he is known? I guess not.
When I think about the human body and the human mind it entralls me as to how what an impeccable artist god must be. We as humans have still not been able to imitate that. One of my friends from the medical fraternity told me that we know just 30% of the human body. No wonder we see doctors in movies saying “Baaki sab bhagwan ke haath mein hain”. When I imagine how the body functions each part their co-ordination their functioning failure and recovery mechanism only thing I can say in software terms is that he is the perfect coder and must have been a perfect architect to develop a program called “Humans”.
When we fight over trivial issue of religion we forget that the architect still remains the same. We forget that the variety god gives us in terms of religion. Instead of appreciating it we are fighting over it. Sad but true. Imagine a world where everyone was a Hindu or a Christian or a Muslim…..how does that sound … boring??? I guess god gave us all except “common sense” which is ironically not so common.
When I think about the human body and the human mind it entralls me as to how what an impeccable artist god must be. We as humans have still not been able to imitate that. One of my friends from the medical fraternity told me that we know just 30% of the human body. No wonder we see doctors in movies saying “Baaki sab bhagwan ke haath mein hain”. When I imagine how the body functions each part their co-ordination their functioning failure and recovery mechanism only thing I can say in software terms is that he is the perfect coder and must have been a perfect architect to develop a program called “Humans”.
When we fight over trivial issue of religion we forget that the architect still remains the same. We forget that the variety god gives us in terms of religion. Instead of appreciating it we are fighting over it. Sad but true. Imagine a world where everyone was a Hindu or a Christian or a Muslim…..how does that sound … boring??? I guess god gave us all except “common sense” which is ironically not so common.
Firangi’s and desis
“Atithi devo bavah”
No matter how hard we try I guess we as Indians were and always will be biased to this saying. A guest is a guest irrespective of his/her nationality. We are always fascinated by the westerners their skin color accent and sensibilities. When I travel abroad or even see these firangi’s at the airport I always wonder what makes us fancy so much about these westerners.
As a child I was made to believe that the westerners are perfect in every way. I believed it too. Spotting a westerner was like spotting god himself. But now during my trips abroad or even during my stay there what I found from my interaction with them was they r just like us. Similar imperfections, similar prejudices and similar thinking. I spot foreigners drinking shouting aloud peeing in public and using a similar foul language that we do. However they are glorified and imitated by us in India. Sad but true. We want to eat the way they do copy their accent color our hair and follow their tradition. Wonder what’s wrong with ours.
What we can learn from them is their positive attitude towards life and work. Unfortunately this comes only later.
No matter how hard we try I guess we as Indians were and always will be biased to this saying. A guest is a guest irrespective of his/her nationality. We are always fascinated by the westerners their skin color accent and sensibilities. When I travel abroad or even see these firangi’s at the airport I always wonder what makes us fancy so much about these westerners.
As a child I was made to believe that the westerners are perfect in every way. I believed it too. Spotting a westerner was like spotting god himself. But now during my trips abroad or even during my stay there what I found from my interaction with them was they r just like us. Similar imperfections, similar prejudices and similar thinking. I spot foreigners drinking shouting aloud peeing in public and using a similar foul language that we do. However they are glorified and imitated by us in India. Sad but true. We want to eat the way they do copy their accent color our hair and follow their tradition. Wonder what’s wrong with ours.
What we can learn from them is their positive attitude towards life and work. Unfortunately this comes only later.
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