The Story

“Siya… Siya…”, she heard him call out again and turned around to look towards him. He was still trying to cross the busy downtown Manhattan street. Some other people were helping her up now. He was halfway across now, and was running towards her. “Are you OK?”, he asked panting heavily, “Aunty ne meri jan le leni thi, can’t you watch before you start crossing the road”. He paused for a moment, “Are you ok? Why aren’t you saying something?”. She looked up at him – Arnie was still talking. She realized she had been very quiet.

“I am fine”, she said brushing her clothes. It wasn’t like Arnie had stopped talking. He was still on. “Did he ever shut up?”, she thought to herself and smiled a little.

“And where is that dude who saved you?”, he asked looking around.

”Raj”, she thought and turned around to look for him. He wasn’t there. He had disappeared, just like he had earlier. As she brushed the dirt off her arms, she glanced at the time – 8:50. It didn’t register with her. Arnie was now pushing her towards the direction of the class. Something was wrong. She felt this nagging feeling that something was missing. She kept looking around, as if she would find him. Then it suddenly hit her – 8:50. She was already 20 minutes late.

They ran to the class, reaching their just in time to see another two students entering late. They hurried so they could enter. The other two stopped when they saw Siya and Arnie coming. For some reason, it was always ok to walk in when their were more people entering late. It almost felt like the class got less disturbance when more people entered because the focus of eyes got distributed. She wondered about how it felt if it had been only her walking in alone, late by 20 minutes. There was this uneasy heat that the staring eyes inflicted on the person walking in alone. She had read something about it in a book. The concept that said that human emotions and feelings have energy –something about Noetic Sciences.

Her classroom was designed in one of those parliamentary styles. Divided into the left and right sides of the whiteboard, five rows of joint curved tables with chairs stacked in the cement of the stair like floor of the room. She looked around to find a seat available somewhere. It was the unsaid rule of Business School, if you’re late you will find a seat somewhere in the middle where you will have to carefully walk through a maze of bags and clothes on the floor. She found hers in the third row on the left side of the white board – smack in the middle of the row. She made her way to the seat, without taking her eyes off it, as if she would get lost if she blinked. It helped sometimes in ignoring the eyes on her, even though there weren’t any. ‘The Flying Dutchman’ had started talking again. He was explaining CAPM – the Capital asset pricing model and drawing some lines on a graph. This was the part about this class that she didn’t find so much fun. Finance wasn’t easy, but she had to go through it – it was a mandatory course.

“so you see… the CAPM helps in predicting the risk with respect to the returns that you expect..”, she realized she was zoning off. She had started doing what she usually knew as a sign – repeating everything the professor was saying, back in her head one second behind him. She looked around, people were taking notes. She looked to the guy on her left, German exchange student, he wasn’t writing much. Tall and blonde, he made the perfect European stereotype. Except that he wasn’t rude, obnoxious or high-headed. He winked at her, and pushed his noted towards her. She leaned over to see. He had been making a doodle which had converted into a pretty decent caricature of a robot, and he had been noting down the formulae that the prof had been writing on the board in a queue on the edge of the page. She made a mental note that this was a good thing to do, to keep a track of all the formulae – the list, not the caricature. She smiled at him, and leaned away into her own chair. She started looking at the board again and found herself thinking about the near miss that she’d had a few minutes ago, and the man who had shown up from nowhere to save her again. And had disappeared mysteriously, again.

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“Siya… Siya…”, she heard her name being called. She turned around to find him walking up. “Oh God, not again”, she whispered under her breath, and quickly scanned around for an escape route. There was none. The campus of BITS, Pilani was usually full of life during the days, but once past midnight, it looked like a dark Delhi alley where you would not want to run into people. Wide roads, but completely empty, not a soul visible. Sometimes she liked it. This had been one of those nights. The rest of the group representing her college was still enjoying the night, singing, playing guitars, doing their nightly routine. She had decided to walk towards the girls dorms. The night gave her time to think about the her life and the way things were going on in it.

“Siya wait…”, and there was no way to run away from him this time. She stopped. “Raj, what’s the matter? I thought we finished the planning for the finals tomorrow. You know all the queues, right?” She was at OASIS, the annual cultural festival of BITS, Pilani, with the dance troupe of her college. Finals were tomorrow, and she had worked hard for it.

“No. This isn’t about the dance. I just thought I’d walk you back to the hostel. I was going to go to sleep myself, and wanted to take one last walk before I did that”, he explained as he walked up to her. Raj was a wannabe in her book. He hung around with the dance team a lot, and was almost a part of the team as an extras crew member. He was an excellent manager – the team could trust him with anything and he could make it happen. That’s probably the reason Alok keeps him with us. Alok was the team lead – he didn’t dance himself but was a great choreographer. He had practically resurrected the team from scratch this year. And Alok was the reason why everyone on the team was bearing Raj. Raj did have his own talents – he was a good singer and had an eye for finer sync-ing the dance steps. But standing 6 feet tall and almost 270 lbs, he wasn’t what you would call handsome. “Raj, I wanted to walk alone. If you don’t mind”, she really didn’t want to walk with him. He was weird. She didn’t know why, but he was weird – in a creepy sense. He was protective, clingy, and as she had correctly worded – Wannabe.

“That’s ok”, he said stepping back slowly, “but you really can’t walk alone anymore, unless you want me to walk a little distance away from you. I mean, I can walk 10-20 steps behind you, since we’re walking in the same direction.” Clingy – she had been right about that one.

“Hey, you know what. That’s ok. I’ll split to another road. It’s just a walk.”, he said. It was as if he had read her mind and was backing off. “No, it’s ok.”, she said as he was turning. He stopped and she bit her tongue for stopping him, as she realized it – “Nice trick”, she thought and hated him for doing so. Guilt trip was the oldest trick in the book, and she had been played. He walked up next to her and started walking. She was slightly behind him as she started walking too. Now wondering what could she do to get out of this situation.

‘”Tomorrow is really important. I hope we do good.”

She didn’t like his ‘we’. “You aren’t a part of the team.” she wanted to say, but basic courtesy prevented her from doing so. “Hmmm…” she said and nothing more. She was going to talk to Alok about him. This was getting weird – ‘walk you back’, starting a conversation, following her alone. This was getting uncomfortable. She had made up her mind to talk to Anamika also, her best friend, also on the dance team.

She could see the girls hostel from where they were. “Good night Siya”, Raj said suddenly,”I will head this way”, pointing to the fork in the road. “This is a shorter route to the boys hostel.”

She was too angry to realize that she didn’t say anything and kept walking towards her hostel. A minute later she looked to the other road from the fork where he had gone, and saw him walking calmly, humming a song. She could’ve sworn that he had been looking at her a second before that. She entered the girls hostel thinking about how she would bring this topic up with Alok and went to sleep thinking about it.

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She woke up… realized that she was still shivering… didn’t know whether it was the fear of death or that of not knowing how it would have been. But well, who cares. It was all a dream. Sure she had had it almost regularly for the last three weeks since her family had shifted to New York. But she attributed it to the fear of the big city.

This was new to her. She was from the small town of Ajmer from Rajasthan and had just made her way into one of the biggest business universities of the big apple – NYU. From there on, the next year almost felt like destiny. Her dad got an offer to join a large multinational right in the middle of the New York City. He decided to take the offer and they all moved together three weeks ago.

The school was everything she had hoped for. The campus, the people, the attention of being a good-looking International student – it was all there and she was having a blast. She had made her friends, gotten a good part-time job working at the library and was so far doing good with her schoolwork.

But the nightmares weren’t the only thing that was bothering her. Sometimes she thought that someone was watching her. But again, was it just the paranoid of the big city life? She didn’t know.

“Siya”, she heard her mom, “you’re getting late. I thought you had a class at 8:30 am.”

She didn’t need to see the time to know that her alarm clock had betrayed her once again. She glanced to the clock to see how much time did she have, when her mom gave the follow up call, “Siya… are you up??”

“Yes ma..”. It was 7:45 am.

“Breakfast is ready, I am making scrambled eggs… how long will you take?”

“5… 10 minutes…”, the answer came out almost instantly, without thinking. She didn’t need to calculate or estimate. The question had only one answer no matter how long it actually would take her. She tried to remember what day was it. Tuesday – Arnie will be outside in another 15 minutes. She got up and and rushed through her morning routine.

She had just stepped into the shower when she heard her mom call again, “Siya, beta Arnab is outside. Are you ready yet?”

Punctual as usual. “Tell him to wait just 5 minutes, I’ll be there.”

Another 10 minutes later, she was running down the stairs two steps at a time. She jumped over the last three steps, and then made her way to the kitchen. Arnie was already sitting there. Eating aaloo paranthas!!

“Arey, I thought you said you are making scrambled eggs.”, she said to her mother almost accusingly.

“Arnab said he wanted to eat Parantha’s, and I had some dough from last night, so I made it for him while he waited for you.”

“I’ll have one too…”, she whined.

“No, there was enough dough for only one. I’ve made eggs for you.”

“This is unfair.”, she whined a little more.

“And me waiting for you for the last… 26 minutes is fair”, Arnie cut in. “The class is in another 19 minutes.” It was almost funny the way he looked at his watch to reference the time and then calculated the 19 minute travel time.

“OK. Let’s go.” she blurted.

“Arey, but breakfast??” her mom asked.

“I’ll have something at School”. she had picked up her bag and was pulling on Arnie’s shirt collar to make him get up. She wanted him to get up and not eat the rest of the parantha. He was quick to pick the parantha up and then his car keys. He had somehow gotten a parking pass and could park his car in the University Staff garage.

They ran out and got into his orange Chevy Cobalt. He got in, pushed the music volume to the top and she heard Iron Maiden scream Trooper in her ears. She turned the music down. He looked at her, then pushed the volume slightly up – but bearable noise levels. He put the car in gear and pushed the pedal. The car started moving through Brooklyn’s street.

‘Arnie’ – Arnab Acharya was one of her closest friends in the school. Just like her, he was a first year MBA student. But he had been born and raised in United States. He had done his undergrad from MIT and was a math wizard. Despite being a geek, he was the Devil’s advocate in her life. She had three of her five classes common with him. And two out of four days of the school week, he picked her up in the morning, when they had their morning classes together. Tuesday was one of the days. Tuesday mornings meant Finance in the morning. Finance wasn’t easy for her. She hated it. Not for Arnie though. The math wiz could crack finance anytime he wanted.

As the car rolled entered into downtown Manhattan, she found herself drifting back to the dream she had. She should really call it a nightmare, but she didn’t want to. Something in her kept telling her to call it a dream and not a nightmare. What was happening? Was she starting to like the dream? Why wouldn’t she think of it as a nightmare?

The car entered familiar B-school territory. Arnie was saying something, she wasn’t listening. She looked at her crystal studded wristwatch. It had blue dials, roman numerals, and time said 8:30. Did she calculate it wrong? It shouldn’t be 8:30 yet. The class cannot begin so soon. At least not Finance. Other girls in class would already be sitting at the first layer of the room, staring at their Dutch professor. They called him ‘the man’. She never understood what that meant.

“…are you paying any attention to what I am saying???”, Arnie was asking her.

“Huh??”, she shrugged. The car was parked and he was already getting out.

“C’mon missy, the class is not waiting for you.”

She jumped out of the car and hastily started to cross the road. Someone shouted her name. She turned to look, but a cab was coming towards her. She was in the middle of the road. She was going to be in an accident. Her mind registered pain even before it hit her. But it didn’t. She felt pushed to the ground. Screeches, smell of tyre burn, concrete earth below her, and her elbow had a shooting pain. She closed her eyes, and opened them again. She saw a bunch of people bending over. She couldn’t recognize half of them.

“Siya… Siya… You OK?”. Arnie. He was around somewhere. She couldn’t see him. Then she did, he was crossing the road towards her. Another hand gave her support under the head. She turned around to see.

“Siya, Are you OK?”. Raj. What was Raj doing here?

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She saw him walking towards her as she sat there with hands tied to the chair. She couldn’t see his face. It was all a blur. She tried to move, but couldn’t. She wanted to scream for help, call out to whoever could listen to her voice, but she didn’t find a voice in her throat. She screamed in her head, but all she heard was silence. This did not seem normal. A flurry of thought went through her head – Had he drugged her? Had she lost her voice because of all this? Had something gone wrong with her ability to hear her own voice? No, wait. She could hear the footsteps as he approached her. Then what was wrong. She looked at her hands, they weren’t tied down anymore, instead they were just lying there in her lap. She couldn’t move them. Once again, the questions came – Had she lost the will to move? Was she paralyzed? Is this what they called the fear of death? There were no answers, only questions. She looked around the room. It was large and empty, other than the chair that she was sitting in and the single source of bright yellow light above her head, hanging ominously. But it was clean. There was a sense of recognition to this place. She remembered this place – like from a dream, or maybe from reality? Then it struck her, he was close. She looked up, but still couldn’t see him, as the bright light made her close her eyes – or maybe it was fear that did so. She felt him close, right next to her. She didn’t want to open her eyes – it WAS fear. Then she heard his voice, whispering almost in her right ear, “Siya!”. She trembled as she heard him say her name, “You never understood me.”

“Who are you?”, she wanted to shout back at him, but the voice never came out.

“But now”, he continued, ”I’ll make you understand my way.”

“It’s time you understood me, the way I understand you.”

“It’s time”, the words echoed in her head, as she wondered what would happen next.

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I have decided that this will be a new chapter in this blog… My personal blog from now on will not just be “The story of my life”… But it will also be another story… that I am writing…

For those of you who have seen my writing pieces earlier, they know that I can be pretty boring or interesting based on what you think of my writing style. But I’m going to right a story, in my style, and if you’re interested, you can read it – chapter by chapter, week after week…

So, wait till tomorrow for the first chapter…

- Dubey

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Welcome 2009!!!

Most people hate to see years pass by. I, on the contrary, love it… because of the new heights that technology touches every time this happens.

Here’s a small look at the really cool things that we will see in the new year and the years to come…

1) The PICO Projector (http://www.microvision.com/pico_projector_displays/index.html)

One of the older presentations of this stuff. Hoping this reaches the market soon, and within the reach of pocket.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7UfarRM0BoM]

2) Powermat (http://www.pwrmat.com/)

We’ve known about Powermat for some time, one of those mythical, upcoming bits of kit that garners great interest even though very few actually appear to have seen one.

The powermat uses magnetic induction to charge your gadgets without the need to plug them into anything. You just place them on the mat. Obviously, your gadgets need to be compatible – but this is the future of charging.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOuqHRinl7I]

Powermat (the company) is actually launching 15 separate charging products including travel mats and even one to go on your bedside table. The largest mat will charge up to six devices. They’ll be in stores this year.

3. Wrist Phones

There are a number of them in market now, and China is leading the business.

Sexy Wrist CellPhone

Not only is this wrist phone a fully-functional communications device, it’s disposable to keep costs down. Only the uncovered necessities are included: LED display, keypad, headset jack.

Sexy Wrist Mobile Phones

Another point in the favor of this lovely phone is the portability factor, you can simply wrap it around your wrist. Leaving the connectivity issues aside, the phone has the potential to make its mark.

I saw another one here… this you might want to check out for buying as well. I don’t take any responsibility for the seller on the link, I found it while googling this kind of stuff.

http://www.chinavasion.com/product_info.php/pName/super-cool-mobile-phone-wrist-watch/

4) Po Go (Polaroid – http://www.polaroid.com/pogo/us/)

This is awesome for those who love showing off. A polaroid printer that fits your pockets, prints with ZINK (Zero Ink Technology) and works miracles by printing stuff that you need to (you send the stuff that you want to print to it using a bluetooth connection).

The elder brother (Digital Polaroid Camera is also worth a mention here.)

5) Modbook Pro (http://www.axiotron.com/index.php?id=modbookpro)

I couldn’t say more than what they did…

“The 15.4-inch Modbook® Pro is the ultimate tablet computer. Constructed from a unibody Apple® MacBook® Pro base system, Axiotron’s Modbook Pro combines blazing speed and power with new cutting-edge hardware and software features. From its sleek aluminum enclosure to its innovative tablet tools, the Modbook Pro reimagines the tablet computing experience.”

And you wondered when will Apple come out with a Tablet.

6) Vega (http://www.raondigital.com/fnt_english/ve01.asp)

We just can’t be satisfied with 12 and 9 inch systems. We had to go smaller.

Vega is the world’s smallest PC, with an incredibly clear 4.3 inch LCD screen and a battery life of up to 6hours with the standard battery. Connect to an external monitor and keyboard in your office for maximum productivity and then after the work is done, take it with you! For movies, games and productivity on the go, you just can’t beat Vega!.

7) Eye-Fi (http://www.eye.fi/)

I dream of a world – a world with no crime, no hatred, and no cables… WHAT???? NO CABLES????

Yes, that’s where this new one takes you… a world with no cables…

Yes, there really is Wi-Fi inside that tiny little card. We think it’s going to change the way you take, save and share photos.

All Eye-Fi Cards come with everything needed to make it simple to set up and connect to your home Wi-Fi network. After that, pop the card into your digital camera and start capturing memories. It stores pictures like a regular SD card no matter where you are, and uploads automatically as soon as you return to your wireless network. All you have to do is turn the camera on.

Check it out for yourself…

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9P78P5nRjrE]

Sony an
d their OLED FLEX

I really don’t have words for this. At the recent CES 2009, they displayed their concept for flexible displays, 1/2 inch think TVs (27 inch), and this…

http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2811311&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=ffffff&fullscreen=1
Contrast – A Sony OLED VAIO Laptop Concept from Sony Insider on Vimeo.

If you liked it… Digg It… and let me know your feedback in the comments section.

Also, feel free to discuss more cool stuff in comments.

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I bet you didn’t know this one!!!

There are hidden meanings to nursery rhymes, and I ran into one of these while I was watching an episode of “CSI: NY”, and would you believe the first one that I found out about – it was a beautiful little rhyme about “Ring-a-ring-o roses”.

Consider this to be a citation from the great Wikipedia:

Ring a Ring o’ Roses

Many have associated the poem with the Great Plague of London in 1665, or with earlier outbreaks of bubonic plague in England. Interpreters of the rhyme before World War II make no mention of this; by 1951, however, it seems to have become well established as an explanation for the form of the rhyme that had become standard in Britain. Peter and Iona Opie remark: ‘The invariable sneezing and falling down in modern English versions have given would-be origin finders the opportunity to say that the rhyme dates back to the Great Plague. A rosy rash, they allege, was a symptom of the plague, posies of herbs were carried as protection, sneezing was a final fatal symptom , and "all fall down" was exactly what happened.’ Variations of the same theory allow it to be applied to the American version of the rhyme and to medieval plagues. In its various forms, the interpretation has entered into popular culture and has been used elsewhere to make oblique reference to the plague

Humpty Dumpty

According to an insert taken from the East Anglia Tourist Board in England, Humpty Dumpty was a powerful cannon used in the Siege of Colchester during the English Civil War. It was mounted on top of the St Mary’s at the Wall Church in Colchester defending the city against siege in the summer of 1648. Although Colchester was a royalist stronghold, it was besieged by the Roundheads for 11 weeks before finally falling. The church tower was hit by enemy cannon fire and the top of the tower was blown off, sending "Humpty" tumbling to the ground. Naturally all the king’s horses and all the king’s men (royalist cavalry and infantry, respectively) tried to mend "him" but in vain. Other reports suggest Humpty Dumpty refers to a sniper nicknamed One-Eyed Thompson, who occupied the same church tower.
Visitors to Colchester can see the reconstructed Church tower as they reach the top of Balkerne Hill on the left hand side of the road. An extended version of the rhyme gives additional verses, including the following:
In Sixteen Hundred and Forty-Eight
When England suffered the pains of state
The Roundheads lay siege to Colchester town
Where the king’s men still fought for the crown
There One-Eyed Thompson stood on the wall
A gunner of deadliest aim of all
From St. Mary’s Tower his cannon he fired
Humpty-Dumpty was its name
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall…

Jack Be Nimble is a nursery rhyme. Suggestions about its origins are: it is related to a marriage ceremony; it celebrates the escapes of a pirate; or it is about a religious choice which could have led to burning at the stake.
Another tradition holds that the Jack be Nimble nursery rhyme refers to the Yellow Fever (also called the yellow jack fever), which was believed to be kept at bay by flames. Candles would be put at the bedsides of children to keep the fever away.
It is also suggested that "jumping over a candlestick" was a way of foretelling the future. If the candle stayed lit, good luck should follow, whereas if it went out, bad luck would follow.

Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
with my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.

The story has been connected with Robin Hood:
"The Death of Cock Robin is frequently taken as a Robin Hood analogue and the ready offers of help following this event, as described in the lyrics, reflect the high esteem that the legendary figure of Robin Hood was, and is, still held."
There is, however, no direct indication in the text of the rhyme to support this claim beyond the simple similarity of name. Also, in the later Robin Hood tales, Robin Hood is killed by a nun who betrays the outlaw and drains his blood.

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
In the 17th century,King Charles I tried to reform the taxes on liquid measures. He was blocked by Parliament, so subsequently ordered that the volume of a Jack (1/2 pint) be reduced, but the tax remained the same. This meant that he still received more tax, despite Parliament’s veto. Hence "Jack fell down and broke his crown" (many pint glasses in the UK still have a line marking the 1/2 pint level with a crown above it) "and Jill came tumbling after". The reference to "Jill", (actually a "gill", or 1/4 pint) is an indication that the gill dropped in volume as a consequence. A variant of this is that liquids (specifically alcoholic beverages) were watered down, hence, "fetch a pail of water."

And this one link has a great audio piece that you should listen to:

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4933345

If you like this blog,

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So I pulled out my old playlists… and kicked off the song that inspired the title for this section of my website – “This is the story of my life…” and now I plan to write it everyday.

So what’s new… I’m in business school, looking for an internship. At the same time I am working towards my ITIL v3 foundation examination. We have a KatzIS Showcase planned next month, which I am organizing along with a couple more classmates. I have the regular 18 credits filled up and as usual it wasn’t enough for me so I pulled up a few more credits on my head – sitting in on a Project Management class (MIS coursework) and Prof. Russell Robbins agreed to exempt me from the course (it’s mandatory for me… MIS dual degree), and he will help me in getting a PMP certification at the end of the program.

The interesting part is the course in Global Research Practicum – I make a trip to Munich (Germany) and Prague (Czech Republic)… and I get to research a comparative business aspect between the three geographies. Sounds interesting… right… But it’s not that easy… I have to find something to compare between the two countries… Any suggestions… Post them in the comments section if you come across any…

What else is new???

Oh yeah…, I have a new phone (well, it’s not that new, been more than a month…) – the AT&T; HTC Fuze – check it out here – http://www.wireless.att.com/cell-phone-service/cell-phone-details/?device=HTC+FUZE(TM)&q;_sku=sku3090226

What I don’t like about these branded pieces – is that they remove some of the original parts to make it suit their requirement… The original HTC Touch Pro is here – http://www.htc.com/www/product/touchpro/overview.html

See the difference… well not many, but significant…

In any case, in the right hands (like mine) this phone is brilliant. I am running it on the default ROM, didn’t upload a new cooked one (like I know many people do). Runs every app that I want – Pandora, Orb, NFL Live, Google Maps, Resco Pocket Radio, Tom Tom Navigator, frind, Skype (2.5 works beautifully), Barcorama, installed the FM radio (AT&T; had removed it), Skyfire, and even QIK.

QIK – if you don’t know, this is an application that can stream whatever you are recording on your phone directly online on your webpage. So, this is a simple way to get your mobile videos to youtube. Currently, it streams directly to QIK website. But then you can always download and then send it to YouTube.

OK… Gotta go now, hear me out later…

Cheers!!!

HAVE a NICE DAY…

Music Mood: Small Town Girl (Bachna Ae Haseeno) – Shankar Mahadevan

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Replacing Old Blog….

Date: 30th August 2007

I am kinda irritated these days. Sometimes you make a mistake and hence screw up, but what happens when you don’t make any mistakes and yet get screwed. This is what happened to me. I was participting in Voice of Bangalore, a prestigious music competition in Bangalore. I was one of the top contenders in the first weekly finals. I made a critical (though minimal) mistake and I couldn’t qualify for the semi-finals. However, I performed good enough to be called for the wild card entry round. Here, I chose a great song, sang it well, and got accolades from the judges as well, yet I didn’t qualify. So, it’s kinda irritating to try and yet not win despite showing good caliber. But then again, as they say – that’s life. Check out my songs in the video and music sections of the website.

Stay tuned for more update on me…

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