Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Time to celebrate!

May 2009: It was that time when Google was integrating all it's services to be accessed through one common Google account. This meant all of Google's service, including GMail, Picasa, Calender among many, could be used with one single Google account. Going through all the services, there was one thing that caught my attention - Blogger.

Share your life online with a blog - it's quick, easy and free -- that's how Google defines Blogger. I quickly signed up for it, and had no idea what to do with it next, but it somehow looked appealing. I was 14 then. In the following 6 months, once or twice I tried to figure out what was it exactly, and all I could infer was that it was a writing space, where you can share your writings to the world.

At about the same time, I was a video reviewer for the Metacafe, where I would receive videos and had to review it for approval. I then received two videos, dealing with the 2012 Mayan apocalypse. Those two 10 minute videos, left an impact on me, and left me to wonder about it's authenticity. Curious to get answers, I went through a thorough research over the internet. Visiting almost any link that I could find. Checking the facts which were shown in the video, almost everything that I could find.

December 2009: This thorough research led to my first blog post. Casacio - literally meaning random, was the name I had zeroed down to, for the blog which would have a wide range of topics, a blog which believed that life is too short to blog about just one thing. I had no idea what to post on Blogger, and what not to, but I did went ahead with the idea. After writing it down and publishing it, this thing really excited me. Seeing visitors, even though there were hardly any, made me feel good. I started sharing the link to my blog randomly all over like a maniac, to everyone I could fine, everyone (I still haven't stopped this habit!).

It was the time of my 10th class pre-boards. Studying whole day wasn't an option for me, specially after such a thing was going on. After some 10-15 days, during late December, I really wanted to post something as I had got the hang of it. In the following week, I posted 6 posts, all about some random ideologies going through me. This went on for some time in the following months where I posted about random ideas that came through.

I wasn't really serious about blogging at that point of time. There were time I didn't wrote anything for days, or even months, when one fine day I feel to write something, and Kaboom, a post in a couple of months. All this while, I was the one who used to write, and again, I was the one who used to read them. I had really less visitors, but for me, it wasn't about visitors, I wrote cause I wanted to write. 

May 2011: In all of this posting on the blog, an important part for me has been to read, to read other's blog. This had two benefits - it is said the more you read, the more you learn, and I guess this has played a major role in my process of learning; other being, the obvious, you open yourself to a whole new range of ideas. On a similar day, I was going through some blog, where I read on one of the widget - member of the Indiblogger community. And like always, I had no better work to do, and googled what Indiblogger was.I had no idea what I had found, literally, I just blankly registered up there, cause it had the words Indi(an) and Blogger.

December 2011: This was the time I really made an effort to actually know what Indiblogger was all about. And from then on, it changed the way I took blogging, forever!

This was the place where I got to meet so many other bloggers. I got to learn quite a lot of things from all of them. And to be honest, this is the place which made me realize the true potential of blogging. This was when I got to know how serious this can get. This was when my whole perspective towards blogging was changed. I began to take this more seriously, and to be frank, I started enjoying this even more! This was the time when I started getting visitors in relatively larger numbers. Though this was never meant to be about the amount of visitors, but this was really encouraging, and I mean it. 
Since then, there has been no turning back. 

And now, after completing four years of blogging, I've reached a milestone, which will always be unforgettable. Trust me, from the time I started this, I had never imagined  that I'll manage to reach this far. What started out just as an little experiment to try out something which Google had to offer, would come along this far was something which I hadn't expected. And in fact, this is quite surprising even for me. 
I know there is a long way ahead, but this is something really special for me.


Casacio completes 10000 pageviews! 

It has been a long journey. Full of enjoyment and learning. I've come across numerous people, and their different ideas and completely different point of views. It has been a wonderful experience working on all of those posts. Right from following the Commonwealth Games, to saluting Rebecca Black. From complete breakdown of intuition, to the lingo kid. From proving that everyone of us is unique through vedic astrology and mathematics, to light the night. And not to forget those contests held regularly. All of these, it had been a great learning experience. 

This has in a way changed me; changed me the way I put forth my thoughts. Changed the way I express myself. Changed my perspective towards my surroundings. This is now completely integrated into me. This is my way of life now.  There is a lot that I've learned, and still continuing to do so. And I'm enjoying this even more, like never before. 

I just want to thank you guys for making this come this far and hope there are more such occasions in the future that I could cherish upon. 

Sunday, December 30, 2012

If that makes you happy!

What a tiring day it had been. Today was one of the busiest days in the past few weeks. But now it was over. I was walking back to home, and all I could think of was the lovely awesome food that my wife would have cooked up for me. She was probably the best cook I've ever known. And just the thought of her food made me drool. Moreover, she had called me during the day and said that today's dinner was going to be a special one. She said she'd cook all my favorite dishes. Maybe she realized the fact that I had a tiring day, and this was her way of pepping me up. I just couldn't wait to get back home and have that food. That was all I wanted at that moment.

Reaching home, she told me that she'd get the dinner on table while I could go and freshen up. All excited for the dinner, I quickly came back to the dinner table, in anticipation of a scrumptious meal. That was all that I wanted at that point of time. 
It was finally infront of me, the serving bowl. I could smell Chicken Biryani, Mutter Paneer & my favorite of all, Gajar ka Halwa. In anticipation of either of these, I removed the lid of the bowl. 
Me: Oat meal?!?!?
She: Oh yeah!
Me: But you called me in the afternoon. Shouldn't there be some Chicken Biryani... and Paneer... and some Gajar Ka Halwa, instead of this stupid oat meal?
She: Oh yeah, I cooked all of them! But they are just for me. 
Me: Huh? What happened to you? Why are you doing this?
She: *Rubs her cheek with her hand*
And then I realized what this was all about.
Me:  We have talked about this before. And, are you in your senses? C'mon now pass me some Biryani and Paneer.
She: ALL YOU'RE HAVING IS OAT MEAL TILL YOU GET THAT STUBBLE OFF YOUR FACE. 

I had no choice, but to have that oat meals for my dinner. What was supposed to be a scrumptious meal, turned out to be a insipid one. 
After checking up my mails, and watching the late evening show, it was time for bed now. Walking towards my bedroom, I extended my hand to open the door. And what happened then left me stunned. The door was locked!
Me: Honey, open the door!
She: You know what? I feel like sleeping all alone on the bed today. I left something for you at the couch. 
All of this, just because of my stubble. Really? I had no choice, but to spend the rest of the night on the couch and hoping that everything would be fine by the morning. 

I woke up the next day with an aching back. What a terrible night it had been. I didn't knew what was in store for me today, but all I hoped was everything to settle down. But it wasn't going to be that easy.
I saw my wife having the morning tea.
Me: Good Morning, honey! Where is my tea? *I acted as if nothing happened*
No reply from her. I tried again. 
Me: Let me give you some company with your tea.
She: Help yourself. 
She never did this. Past 7 years, she would always make the morning tea for me. All the change just because of my stubble? I was hurt at this moment, that we were fighting and cribbing over such a petty issue. I mean it was weekend, and everyone wants to spend their weekend the lazy way. I couldn't help it. So, I decided to give her some time and let the matter cool all by itself. 

Having oat meals again for breakfast and lunch, I came to know I was wrong. This isn't going to be easy. She looked determined and strong. I tried to get her on my side.
Me: Remember the movie you've been waiting for months to release? Let's watch it tonight. 
She: I'm going nowhere with that shadow on your face.
Me: Oh c'mon, don't do this. How does this even matter?
She: It matters to me. 
Me: WHAT KIND OF STUPIDITY IT IS? ALL I'M HAVING IS OAT MEALS AND NO TEA. I'M BEING TREATED AS IF I'VE COMMITTED A CRIME OR SOMETHING. BUT REMEMBER ONE THING, THIS AIN'T GONNA CHANGE ME. I AM NOT SHAVING, NO MATTER WHAT.

And I left the room. I knew me shouting made the matters worse, but that was almost involuntary. I was hurt. I was worried. I was scared. I didn't liked it. She has been behaving so differently ever since last night. I hated that. No food, no tea and such a behavior crippled me up. I really wanted this to end. It was worse that a nightmare. 
Whole day I kept on thinking of her. What she used to be, and what has now happened to her. This made me sad. Really sad. 

Few hours later...
I walked down to the room where she was sitting. She saw me...
She: Oh.My.God! I can't believe it. You really shaved. I'm so happy for you. 
And she came up jumping and hugged me. For the first time in past two days, I saw a smile on her face. And this somehow made me feel better.
Me: It's the least I could do. I've been thinking whole day of what all happened in the past two days. I realized how important you were to me and how my life changed completely when you didn't talked to me. My heart sinks when I don't see a smile on that face. I realized I'm nothing with you. You make me complete. And the least I could do for you was to shave, if that makes you happy!
She: Awww...
She hugged me even tighter.
Me: So, now that everything is over, movie?
She: Hell yeah!

***



PS: This is a work of fiction.

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Thursday, November 15, 2012

Review: The Bankster

The Bankster - by Ravi Subramanian

Synopsis
Bankers build their careers on trust, or so everyone thinks, till a series of murders threaten to destroy the reputation that the Greater Boston Global Bank (GB2) has built over the years. Who is behind these killings, and what is their motive? Is the banker at GB2 fast turning into a bankster? Or was he always one?

When Karan Panjabi, press reporter and ex-banker, digs deeper, he realizes that he has stumbled upon a global conspiracy with far-reaching ramifications - a secret that could not only destroy the bank, but also cast a shadow on the entire nation.
With only thirty-six hours at his disposal, he must fight the clock and trust no one if he is to stay alive and uncover the truth.

About the Author
Ravi Subramanian, an alumnus of IIM Bangalore, has spent two decades working his way up the ladder of power in the amazingly exciting and adrenaline-pumping world of global banks in India. It is but natural that his stories are set against the backdrop of the financial services industry. He lives in Mumbai with his wife Dharini and daughter Anusha. In 2008, he won the Golden Quill Readers Choice award for his debut novel, If god was a Banker.

Review
The cover of the book is appealing. The use of dark shades and the person in shadow with a briefcase in one hand and a revolver in another in the backdrop of the skyline gives you an impression of an impressive thriller. The cover is sure to catch your attention and shine out among others on a book shelf. 

The story is like a jig saw puzzle. Four completely different stories going on, but when the jig saw puzzle completes itself towards a meaning, it just blows away your mind.
Mumbai: Four key employees of GB2 have committed suicide, or that's what it seems like. When Karan Panjabi digs deep into the actual cause of such ruthful events, he realizes that he is now a part of a global conspiracy, and there is no way turning back.
Kerela: Krishnan Menon, would do anything to fulfill his promise made to his dying son, who died in a nuclear disaster in Ukraine. He actively leads a protest against a nuclear power plant to be set up in the vicinity of his neighborhood. Gaining support from an NGO and a local MLA, it is too late for him to realize what he is now a part of.
Angola: Mr. Joseph Braganza, a covert CIA agent, completes a deal for armaments and blood diamonds worth millions of dollars.
Vienna: When two capable investigating officers comes to know what they had assumed to be an accident, is actually a murder, they'll give whatever it takes to reach the culprits to keep their success rate unchanged. 

The way the author switches between these four stories in a seamless manner is a thing to be appreciated. The plot will definitively keep you hooked. The protagonist  arrives pretty late in the plot, but once he is there the plot progresses at a blazing speed. You'd just want to read more and more. And what happens in the end, will leave you completely dumbstruck. All the while, whatever calculations you make about the end, it turns out to be completely opposite. You'll wish for the story to stay in Mumbai when it'll take you to Kerala  which makes you keep turning the pages. Never during your whole read you'll feel that you are left fragmented, it's the beauty of the author's narration that everything seems to be in a flow. Author's knowledge about the banking industry clearly stands out in the plot. 

But, there are a few minor issues here and there. The fact that author uses certain hindi words, is something that I don't really appreciate. Though the author wanted to create an "indianized" effect, this might prove to be an hindrance for the international audience. I would have liked if the author would have atleast italicized the words. Also, spoon feeding at certain sections could have been avoided. There were also certain sections, which really didn't had any relevance with the plot and could have been omitted  There are also a few typographical errors here and there. But these were just minor blemishes.

On the whole, I'd definitely recommend this book to anyone who loves reading thriller. It will surely keep you hooked and the end would leave you surprised. This is really worth it, buy and you won't regret it.

Rating: 4/5

Book: The Bankster
Author: Ravi Subramanian
ISBN: 8129120488
Publisher: Rupa Publications
Pages: 364
Genre: Fiction
Language: English

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