Monday, June 7, 2010
Critics!
Monday, May 10, 2010
Back to the Memory Lane - IV
Back to the Memory Lane - III
Back to the Memory Lane - II
Back to the Memory Lane - I
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Two stories
NUMBER ONE
Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic.
He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.
Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was his lawyer for a good reason.
Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.
To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but also Eddie got special dividends.
For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day.
The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.
Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.
Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly.
Eddie saw to it that his young son had the best of everything: clothes, cars and a good education.
Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.
Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name and a good example.
One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.
He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name and offer his son some semblance of integrity.
To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great.
So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street.
But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he would ever pay.
Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion and a poem clipped from a magazine.
The poem read:
The clock of life is wound but once
And no man has the power,
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own.
Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in time,
For the clock may soon be still.
STORY NUMBER TWO
World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.
He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.
One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission.
After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.
His flight leader told him to return to the carrier.
Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.
As he was returning to the mother ship he saw something that turned his blood cold, a squadron of Japanese aircraft were speeding their way toward the American fleet.
The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless.
He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet.
Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger.
There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.
Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes.
Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another.
Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.
Undaunted, he continued the assault, he dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible and rendering them unfit to fly.
Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.
Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier. Upon arrival he reported in and related the event surrounding his return.
The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had in fact destroyed five enemy aircraft.
This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.
A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this
WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.
So the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.
SO, WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?
Butch O'Hare was Easy Eddie's son!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Back to the Memory Lane - III
Back to the Memory Lane - III
Back to the Memory Lane - II
Back to the Memory Lane - I
"What’s so funny now?" her lips were moving louder than her low pitched voice.
"I was with an impression that I am the craziest and here we have someone to prove me wrong"
“You are most certainly welcome, but before that tell me why were you smiling?”
I told her about why I was smiling. And she started smiling now and before I could ask her anything, she asked me, “Don’t you want to give it a shot with me?”
“What?”
And that was when we got to know about each other. We spoke a lot and before we taking our own way, we exchanged each other’s email ids.
Excitement of going back home, even after 2 weeks break is almost overwhelming. I had totally forgotten about her until I received a mail from her, which I have checked 2 days after she had mailed. There was nothing special written in her mail except for she informing she is back in town and also she had added her contact number. I was one among many addressed in that mail. And generally I don’t respond to those mails addressed to mass. So, I didn’t bother to reply.
[Will continue this in the next post.. soon...]
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Coverage
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
To Kill a Squirrel
I think I have killed a squirrel this Sunday.
When we were kids, they used to tell us the story of Squirrels helping (Lord) Rama in constructing the bridge to (Sri) Lanka to find his wife (Sita). The moral of the story was to convey us that every little things matter. One doesn’t have to think about how big/huge (quantity) is the help, but the idea of helping someone, doing those small little things also count.
Rama was so impressed with the aLilu Seve of these Squirrels that he took them all in his hand, one by one and with his three fingers he marked three lines on its back, which represents Rama, Sita and Lakshmana.
We were told that touching those lines on a Squirrel’s back means good fate for us and seeing a Squirrel before exam means good luck! During our school days we used to spend more time on looking out for a Squirrel than to study for the exams. We used to throw stones at all the birds and monkeys if they try to eat any fruits in our neighborhood, but we never used to do anything even if Squirrels finish off jack fruits or mangoes.
Last week, I drove to Missouri with two of my friends to visit few of the Springs in Shanon county. We were on our way back home through a hilly road which was going in all zigzag passion. I saw this Squirrel on road from certain distance away from it. I could manage to apply break and the Squirrel, which was on its way to cross the road stood for a while and it seemed to me as if it has made a decision to go back from where it started. So, I turned the steering towards right, which is away from it so that it gets its way. But half way through, it changed its mind and turned back. So, I had to turn the car towards left now, to avoid me running over it. I don’t know what exactly went in its mind, but I was so damned afraid that I would kill it by then. I dint had much time to apply the break to get the car to a complete halt and this guy sitting in the back seat of the car had motion sickness and I was worried that he might end up vomiting as he was totally uncomfortable with that hilly road. But still I could manage to slow down the car a bit; I managed to avoid it coming under the front wheels, but then came this small jerk. And I end up running over it!!
I had to grow up from being a kid to what I am now, I had to relocate to USA two years back from Bangalore [Bengaluru], and this Friday, I had to drive all the way to Missouri from Dallas to kill a Squirrel.
Ah, its bothering me a lot, I think I have killed a Squirrel L
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Back to the Memory Lane - II
Back to the Memory Lane - I
"Yes!!" I told to myself while taking off my sweater and keeping it on the seat next to me as it was not occupied. With that positive note in my mind, I could able to read the novel peacefully.
I heard someone saying a "Hi" and I ignored it as I was not sure whether it was addressed to me or not. Again a louder "HI" and the voice were not that pleasant. I looked up with expressing kind of some light irritation in my eyes. There was a surprise for me. She was standing there looking at the book that I was reading. I immediately expressed happiness in my eyes overriding surprise and that stupid irritation.
I responded, "Hey".
She smiled back to me and that was the first time she smiled at me. There was something special in her smile, name it as "different". I said, "Please sit", taking my sweater and placing it on my lap.
"How do you know that I came here to sit beside you?" she said.
May be she was trying to be very smart with me? But I didn’t care much about it. I replied, "Until now nobody took the pain of walking all the way from that corner of the row till here to say me a Hi!"
"Yeah, you are right. I was getting irritated by the guy sitting next to me. When he is awake he tries to be extra nice and when he is sleeping he snores like a frog"
"Hamm, that’s sad to know. By the way I was not trying to be extra nice to you. I was trying to help someone"
Shit!! Words came out of me! I hate it when people start giving explanation to defend their actions, but it was exactly the same which I was trying to then! I felt like I would not have uttered that line.
"Thank you, you made your point clear though I dint look for any clarification"
I smiled back to her cutting that conservation as I realized that I got into a strange conversation with a stranger!
There were a few moments of silence between us. I was looking outside the window, trying to imagine how nice it will be to fall through that thick layer of clouds below the flight.
"So, you are a software engineer"
"Don’t tell me that your other hobby is face reading!"
"I don’t have to look at your face to tell that" she answered with a smile.
"Yeah, I am one among millions of IT professionals. What do you do?"
"I am pursuing my Law"
"Hamm, Good! Good! We need some good lawyers in India to take up all old cases and give them an end before it’s too late"
"I don’t have any plan to do a revolution in that aspect!"
"Oh come on, you young generation have to change India"
"Can you make it as we young generation?"
I replied with all possible seriousness in my face, "yes, your honor".
She laughed. "Looking at the enormous count of pending cases, it takes ages to close them. And let’s talk something other than law and computers"
[Will continue this in the next post.. soon...]
