Found Missing

The strangest thing happened to me last night.
You all might thing i'm crazy. Exaggerating. But the events that i'm going to pen down have neither been subdued or spiced up for your reading pleasure. In fact, the reason behind this blogpost, if i can be honest, is to document last night for future reference.

Last night i went to see a movie, Mirror Mirror, around 8pm. As movie theatre custom dictates, i bought by drink and popcorn before entering the movie hall. This is the last use of my wallet i recollect. After the movie ended, i came back home. The moment i entered my house, i had a sudden urge to check my wallet for my card and other valuables i carry around.
Putting the thought aside, i went in for a shower. When i came out, i again had the same urge. This time, i decided to entertain the notion. But it turned out that my wallet was nowhere to be seen. At this point, i'd like to point out that i am a very methodological person when it comes to making a mess. I leave things at the same spot every time. So i didn't panic and set about looking for my wallet. When i couldn't find it in anyplace i would have generally found it loitering around with other household items, i began to panic. A little.
I called up my friend and asked her to search her car for my missing entity. The result was negative. I rushed down to the theatre. The news wasn't satisfactory. I retraced my steps back from the theatre. Even looked in the trash can. No sign.
I called up 911 and reported my lost pouch. I called my bank and had my card blocked. I made a few calls, shared my burden and finally facing the truth of loosing my first wallet, i went to bed.
I woke up with a strange dream. I was looking for my wallet, i had torn the house down and finally found it in my college bag. I turned on the radio and thought of my dream. Not possible, i said to myself. I hadn't  touched my bag since friday night.
Frustrated with myself, i started cleaning my room up. I cleaned up all junk, placed things where they looked less messy, torn receipts now rested in the dust bin. I turned to my college bag. I started emptying it out, tearing bits of paper, filing up homework sheets and then, i unzipped my front pocket. And there it was! my lost wallet!
I literally pinched myself, figuratively did a jiggle dance. Just to confirm my discovery, i made my roommate cheek my id and confirm that what i was looking at was not a wallet oasis. It wasn't. I had found my wallet. I was happy and scared.
What did the dream mean? How did my wallet reach my bag when i hadn't touched it the whole day?
I don't no what to make out of this, but what i do know, is that i will need to read this blogpost again when the time comes. 

The Chicago airport. Just like it was shown in Home Alone. Ahh....childhood memories. I mean movies. 

Spotted at the Paris airport.

They may wear a lot of clothes, but they do it with style.

Delhi

Memories have a nasty way of sneaking up on you. Right now nothing seems as far as home. Yet, thats where i want to be right away.

Rules for the Future

Time travel is round the corner. Maybe its already happened and we left it back around the last corner. But whenever it decides to go public, there will be chaos. And whenever there is chaos on an international level, US rushes in to take control and Al-Quida wants to take on the blame. So to stop this monotonous drama, my colleague, Sugna Jairam (from hereon referred to as Chachi) and I, Krishanu Mathur lay down the rules of Time travel.

As Science in its myriad tales will reason out, going back in time is not an option. Time travel helps you jump the time coordinate, but you can not interact with the space around you. So, the following rules have been laid out keeping in mind the following:

1. You can only go into the future

2. Since you can not interact without the space around you, you can not change nor become a part of the future. This effect will make it impossible for you to listen to people's conversation and observe anything else except what you came to see.

3. A person's future is a perception of his/her mind based on his personal life and decisions over the past. This inherent property of time travel deprives the user to use time travel to see someone else's future apart from his/her.

Keeping all these things in mind, here are the rules:

1. Everyone gets 3 trials in a lifetime to visit the future

2. These 3 trials can not be utilized before one turns 21 years old

3. Everytime you visit the future, the year you travel to becomes your minimum compliance. i.e you can not go to a time before the years that you have already visited.

4. You get a birds eye view of your future and can travel from one spot to another as long as it is in direct relation to the topic you came to explore.

5. Since a person's life is controlled by innumerable variables, the future is decided looking at a persons past decision making abilities.

6. Every minute spent in the future will be x times the minutes in the present. This x will not be 1 and in most probability will be less than 1(we'l let science take care of that).

7. For every minute you are not in the present, your life comes under the control of random sampling and decisions taken during that time will rely entirely on the global mean of decision making.

8. Respecting the notion of string theory, the more the number of people that use time travel and are close to you, the more focussed and probable will be your future.

Play safe.

SAYONARA STEVE JOBS!!! MAY NOW YOU REST IN PEACE

Obituaries are hard to write. Double so if its for someone you loved with your heart and soul.

I remember as a child, my neighbor had lost his wife of 60 years. He was a painter by profession. Portraits were not his biggest strength but he indulged in them when the subject was right. On being asked why he had not paint his demised wife as an expression of love and remembrance, he shook his head and in a voice befitting a person who had lost a part of his own body and replied, "I was with her for 60 years. I saw her in her prime, i saw her carry my kids in her belly. I saw her when she had her first knee operation. I saw her cry herself to sleep when she found out she had cancer. I try and put her on canvas, but every time i start with a different face, and give up in the middle with a different one in mind."

A few days back, the world lost one of the greatest visionaries of all times. A digital age DaVinci. A person, who through his own personal experiences grew into something that fairy tales are made out of. Maybe i don't have those same emotions for Steve Jobs as the other hundred million who mourn his death. But my love was pure. A love that secretly grew from respect. It was only after 2005 that i started reading about him. He had created something so beautiful and had gone on to be thrown out of his own company. His resilience saw him rise again through new names. And when the time was ripe, he got back with his old company and has never looked back ever since. He was always in the media. His opinions mattered. The whole world stopped to listen when he was on stage. It was not his powers of oration. It was his magic with technology. Making something come alive that existed only in our dreams and big budget movies. He was also brick bated on his personal life. His relationship with his employees and his high headedness about his company.

His ways were critical. His targets were not. His leadership was questioned. His accomplishments were not. His strategies provoked responses. His milestones, silenced them. So, as i sit here in front of my mac and try to pen down an obituary for someone who was like a pillar from which many drew strength, i wonder to myself if i should highlight his miscalculations or praise his success. And just like my neighbor, i bow my head and start with a face, only to give-up in the middle with a different one in mind.