Mobile Number Portability

Hello..hi..ya..Mobile Number Portability is here.. and in what a way!!!

It is time when customers would fight back. Fight back for all the calls that could not be made, all the messages that could not be delivered, all the ring tones that they never opted for, all the scheme calls which always disturbed in between important meetings, and what not. All the signal losses, network failures, out of coverage areas, extra roaming and net charges would be accounted for.

Infact users have the mighty Zeus’s sword itself. The thundering from the sword has badly hit some of the networks. So badly that idea’s sirjee would be story of history books in some time. People would remember aircel as wrongly spelt airtel. On accompanying my friend, who wants to get his aircel converted to airtel, I got to know that most of the idea holders are shifting to airtel whereas aircel is being replaced by vodafone. However this choice.. what to choose is altogether more puzzling. Every network has had its share of bad days. So why is it that people like sitting next to vodafone or Rehman’s melodious airtel? They did not make a hue and cry about MNP. Rather idea was the one educating people about it. Maybe they should have had an “idea” of such a crises situation.

Whatever be the case, I am eagerly waiting for the transition phase to get over and know who finally won. This open market scenario is going to be such an exciting site. Every time you get a call from operator regarding xyz offers, you can just bug them off by saying “ I will switch the operator if you call me ever again”. Or “give me free messages on festivals like that xyz operator does or else..” , “if my plan does not get change till this evening, I will change my operator” and what not. Wow I can feel evil horns coming out of my head.

Well, it is a tough time for network operators but still competition is always good. Lets hope that all shops keep running… bbyeeee

Saamir

This is a strange world…

This is a strange world. Well strange may not sound to be an offensive word for the world but I want to raise my voice to the true offenders i.e. the constituents of the world, people and while doing this I want to be true to myself and you. That is why I am restraining myself from using a well suited word or rather adjective for the world to make my point more clear but am using the word which truthfully represents my perception of the world. And the feeling you are getting while going through these few lines are exactly what I perceive of being strange.
Sometimes you do not know how to match your pace with the world or why to go with it. You want to sit down, relax, mock at the rats and the ants, sip a few moments with your thoughts and that is what is actually coming to life for you. So what is the life (or some similar thing) which you spend with the other people in the world? Is it a responsibility of a person to socialize with other or just a management stunt for your life (even the textbook definitions of management = art of getting things done through and with other people) as in manage relationships, grades, jobs, finances, retirement and what not. So isn’t all this interaction superficial? Even the best of friends or soul mate can’t get into your thoughts when you do not allow them so is there any point in getting them so close and then shutting them off?
Man is a social animal and maybe animal is way to sober word for it. The rules of socializing being to pull back every single person overtaking him with all what he has got, to mock at every single thing he can’t understand, to prejudice against the unknowns, to favor the benefactor and shun the unknowns irrespective the potential, to bolster the boss and emasculate the underling, to eat the ripened of others for free and never attempt to aid torments, to be strange opposing the ancestral meaning of humanity.
Now what should be the true nature of a person who is surviving the worldly ways? Is a person bad just because he follows the simple path of modern life as we see it today? Is it good that he survives defying the basics of goodness bestowed upon us right from the very first lesson of moral education? Is surviving the true aim and can a person truly LIVE with others in this world? I don’t like strange things…

Saamir

Good vs Bad with Time for Life…

There are good times and bad times. Good and bad depend upon how you perceive them to be. When you want to have a good time, you want your friend to get what he/she deserves. It eventually turns out to be for your own happiness because it may not be what he/she actually wanted but what you want him/her to have. Thus him/her having what he/she deserves gives him/her bad times which are though good times for you and in turn you get a bad time because your friend is not having a good time. So is it his/ her confusion or yours which falsely determines what should make him/her happy (in his/ her case) or what he/she deserves (in your case). And it is in this futile attempt to make him/her realize how much you care for him/her, you know if the person you are dealing with is good for your life or bad. If your good times cannot bring good to him/her then it is better to leave him/ her than to moan for him/her or with him/her and if the good and bad times match perfectly then congratulations…you win a good life irrespective of good times and bad times.

Saamir

Life is Strange…

Life is strange, stranger is the ways people opt for this journey, and strangest is how they flow with what they opt for. Alas… having a very little experience of all of this myself. I am a bit too confused as to what is right or wrong. Well if you ask me at this point of time, I believe nothing is right or wrong. Everything is relative. I may not be including acts like killing someone, drowning in deepest of seas or jumping off a cliff as right actions, for all the same minds but for some different minds, these actions are very well valid. Even if you don’t want to think of such depths of insanity, having a one night stand, drugs etc may be of a very casual notion to some people but for others all these actions may be a sin. People literally do save them for marriage even these days also. Its just that to what extend our mind allows liberty to our actions.ma

Most of the liberty comes from where we belong. The choices to go ahead with that degree of liberty/ expanding the area or contracting to a nutshell depend on experiences we face through our life. I may not be allowed to date someone not of my caste at my home, but when I grow up to my senses, it would be me to decide if this is correct for me or not. Even if I don’t find logic to deny a girl just because of her caste, there may still be restrictions from my surroundings holding me. And what I do to get hold of what I feel is correct would be what I actually opt for. I may convince my surroundings, run away, kill people obstructing my way, get killed in this fight, kill myself, become a devdas or simply give in to what should be done according to my family.. all different degrees of steps but all different people would relate to all different things at some point of their life or the other. And at the same time they would decline the existence of all other notions. Like if I choose to run away, for some it would be act of cowardice, a cheating to those who bought me up, blah this and blah that. People know very well how to advocate their own situation but why do we forget that any and everything is relative. There is no absolute right or wrong.

Sometimes we may also face certain moments in life when we feel like doing these sorts of things but it is just that moment, once over we know it is wrong. So what if some day we are never able to overcome that moment, or that moment is enough for the whole life ahead to be ruined?? Maybe then we would realize the importance of appreciating conditions of others whom we criticized very openly before, or as human mentality goes, would expect (with a capital “e”) every single person to understand us. It is just being on the other side. The thing I don’t understand is when everyone is alone on the other side for at least once, why does he enjoy being this side with all mocking at people on the other side. Why can’t he just sympathize with the other side? Human brain is complex and strange is life.

Saamir

When I was in college… part-1

Escaping to the heat waves flowing through the vast expanse of traffic with dust and black soot, I bid a rather sad goodbye to office. Though for the past two hours I (being hell bored out of life) was begging for this moment. As a vocational trainee you don’t have workload until you don’t want to work or poke fingers and legs in some worker’s business and I am glad my parents have taught me how to behave in a civilized manner, little to their knowledge I utilize this funda in the best of my advantage. As the wrist watch struck 4:00 and I signed off to my way back home, I realised that how difficult it was to leave behind one of the marvels of engineering, the AC. Centralized air conditioned office was my idea of summer training as any other spot could not have had more days from me than two. One would be to get myself registered for the trainee program and other to collect my certificate. Luckily I got into a decent company but it’s time to catch a bus back home.

The transition from centralized air conditioned office to Delhi Ring Road is one the worst ones. As I walked to the bus stand, I wondered when the big transparent glass or small hemisphere would cover up the earth, as is shown in the science fiction movies, or when much sought after ice age would return to us but alas to my misfortune, I would have at least died by then by these furious heat strokes.

I could feel the scorching sun enjoying as it was drinking it’s health to my salty water but some commotion distracted my thoughts. It was my bus and it was going away from me. And within few moments I realised that I had to be in it (well you see I have good aptitude and I make decisions quickly…a very promising cat aspirant) and I rushed for it deducing energy from the stored lumps of fats in my body.

After a few rounds of curses the driver finally stopped and conductor let me in. I was the centre of attraction of the people sitting in the bus as the bus halted in the middle of the road just for me. I quickly ran my eyes through the seats and found one empty in the row behind driver. Finally I had something to rest my poor shoulders that were carrying my laptop. Grabbing the seat I pumped in earplugs connected to my phone so I could stop thinking about all the people in the bus who were still staring at me.

Just after two minutes the phone battery went out and again I had to forcefully enter the vicinity of my seat. Thankfully about sixty percent of the passengers had drifted their eyes from me and off the rest thirty eight percent I was least bothered. The remaining two percent comprised of a girl, I assume being of my age group or another marvel of engineering, this time chemical, who spare thought for a women’s age old wish of always being of sweet sixteen. Her eyes hid behind big brown goggles, I had a very strong feeling that she was continuously looking at me. Maybe it was the consistency in the grin on her face, as was when I entered the bus, made me feel so. Normally present days girls have an urge to equal boys in every field and thus she was happy that she caught the bus in much decent way than I did.

Bunking all the thoughts, my attention was flown to an old woman who had just boarded the bus and was looking for a seat. At first I decided pull my legs inside the seat so that the women could stand comfortably by the pole adjacent to my seat. But realising that this would not serve the purpose, I decided to ask her to hold her vegetable bag she was carrying. What if she says no or worse she blames me for stealing her veggies if one or two potatoes fell down…well I was not going to think any further. I just stood up and offered my seat to the lady.

It would take ten more minutes before I would get off this bus but at least now I was not feeling that uncomfortable as I did when I first entered. Maybe because most the passengers had reached their respective destinations but that girl was sitting in that very place, now with a broader smirk. Maybe she was happy by the fact that the old woman got a seat for herself or the fact that there was no seat left for me made her more satisfied. She was sitting in the row opposite to mine in a seat few of which are marked for ladies and she was grinning and I wondered why there are no seats with gents marked on them.

Just then a woman sitting ahead of her got up as her stoppage was near.  The old lady to whom I had given my seat pointed her hand to the newly emptied seat making an attempt for me to catch the signal and grab the seat. At first the ladies mark on the seat made me hesitant but the attempt of the old lady was so vigorous that it seemed that almost everyone in the bus wanted me to take that seat. But not that girl, for sure.

I took the seat without much of a thought process. The only thing that added as a bonus was now the girl was just at my back and I won’t have to see her face till the end of my journey. But who knew that journey was going to be so long. My sincere thanks to the construction works of flyovers which leave no space for transportation on roads. We fell in a traffic jam and bored my soul dozed off.

I was about to receive the Oscars for best actor opposite to Salma Hyke just when the girl shook my shoulder and I again ran into reality. I turned back in sheer anger and she told me (in an (very-over)attempt to keep her dignity intact) that it was a ladies seat I had been sitting in. “As if I don’t know” was my first reaction which was turned to ashes by three old ladies standing beside my seat. In huge embarrassment I quickly emptied my seat but it could serve the purpose of only one.

Holding on to the pole again I threw a glance at that girl whose smile now had reached her zenith. Anyone could tell that reaching home she would be telling everyone how she taught a foolish boy a good lesson. And maybe she could boast upon that now girls are ahead of boys in every field (not only CBSE 10^th and 12^th exams). The only thing I could do was to curse the day but the old woman to whom I had given my seat earlier gave me a sweet smile and rubbed my hand as if she wanted to say that she was happy by my behaviour.

Maybe it was just her touch or her blessings run through my veins that my tube light, which was out of order for a few days, lit. I turned to the girl, she was still smirking, then I turned to the two old women who failed to get a seat. Steadily I went to girl’s seat and asked her to stand up for the older women. Both the old women were involved in the matter as I was loud and clear in my speech and so was the whole bus. The girl had no choice left but she stood up with her little sister to offer to the seats and now it was my face which was lit with smile. Not only because of the fact that all the old women had respective seats but also because the girl had finally proved to me (though not by choice) that girls finally equal boys.

MORAL : There should no ladies/gents seat but it should only be senior citizen’s seat.

Saamir