Arresting inactivity

It wasn’t planned to be so, but for some reason I couldn’t get myself to write something in the past 10 days. I would not even claim I couldn’t squeeze a little time out of my haphazard schedule. Here, I request readers not to spend their valuable time on what comprise of my schedule. But few things, I believe just happen and can’t be forced.

Further I am not sure how to go forward, whether to continue posting reviews or scribbling my views on selective parts in the gamut of our lives. It is lamentable that my posts have been few and far between, so here goes one just to fill the void after a brief hiatus.

If anybody out there still feels why this was ever posted, it was just for the heck of doing so.

Journey to a surreal world

I took a lot of convincing to watch the movie ICE AGE 3. I consider myself a movie buff but was never interested in any animation movies. They were left alone for the kids to enjoy. But 2 of my friends argued otherwise and we ended up booking for show in one of the multiplexes. In truth, kids were in less numbers and the average age in the theatre was around 30+. I didn’t have any expectations of how the movie would be when ushered into our seats.

Once the title cards rolled, I was glued to the screen and soon was transported to a different world. Only the projectionist had the efficacy to bring us all back to senses when he unceremoniously interrupted the show for a break. I realized in contrary to my earlier opinion about animation movies that I had shamelessly enjoyed it. Intermission is something that is meant for Indian movies when the director dishes out those suspense scenes to be continued in the later part. Intermissions look awkward in a 90 minute movie or in any Hollywood movies and who do we blame but the theatre bosses for their marketing strategy to sell those awful samosas and popcorns for an inflated price. When the movie resumed after 10 minute recess, the joy ride continued for another half an hour before a happy ending. It was a worthwhile 90 minute entertainment.

When it was time to leave, I knew I had enjoyed the movie to the fullest but then who would not. There was only one botheration though, we missed watching the movie in 3-D.

The ice never melts in this part of the world!

A nerve wracking experience

It was during a lunch break few weeks back that a suggestion was mooted - A technical session should be organized in the team “for the team”. I was one of the vociferous supporters for this idea and as soon as the bomb landed, that it was mandatory for everybody to do their bit, I backed out. It is so typical of me.

Dates were identified for people to enact the role of a presenter. Haven’t I faced this scenario earlier in my university days? Skipping out when I am supposed to be facing the class. But then the surrounding was different now and I knew at some point I would have to contribute. Try as I might, could not ride on my good luck for more than 2 weeks from the day allocated for my slot. On the D-Day, I was ready with a PowerPoint and sample code for the demonstration. Back of my mind, the possibility of the day’s session cancelled for some reason loomed large. However it was not to be so. I had to accept it was inevitable.

5 minutes to start the session and the attendance was in full. I should mention here that the audience comprised of technical geeks too and this fact sent few chills down my spine. A rush of emotions swept my feet - jitters and not gratitude toward the venerated audience though it was to come at the end for putting me out of misery. Few minutes into the session I was able to get some confidence to face at least a minimal of challenges (if thrown, but I knew they were sympatheticJ). But destiny had its own plans. The session had to be paused for the day and to be continued later as everybody had to assemble for a meeting called out which took more precedence than the one at our hands. The thought of facing a group again haunted my mind and all I could do was curse my bad luck.

I had wanted to get this done as soon as possible and thankfully the show was resumed the very next day. I am not certain if I have to refer this part as my second coming or still MY FIRST PRESENTATION. As we neared the end of the session I was a much relieved man and I didn’t have to bother about my bloody nerves after this. I knew with the stuff I had presented I could have been ripped apart by the group but I felt they perceived what was on my mind and didn’t nudge me around with lot of questions.

Though it was not altogether a great take off, I can definitely say it was neither an inglorious start.