Dead Poet's Society

I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately,
I want to live deep and suck out all the marrow out of life!
To put to rout all that was not life,
And not when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.



One shouldnt be writing reviews about a movie that released 20 yrs back, but watching Dead Poet's Society again today brought back a lot of memories. The film itself is a touching portrayal of a group of adoloscent school boys coming to terms with what conformity demands out of them and what life demands out of them. Trying to do both together takes a lot of grace. And grace makes goodness out of ugly things!

I thank my parents for never stopping me from sucking the marrow out of life. I wish I did more. Its time for me to stop drifting and feel challenged again!

A Letter From Azim Premji

Dear Wiproite

Recently I had the opportunity to talk to a very large group of entrepreneurs - about 1700 of them. They wanted me to share my experiences of leading Wipro, for the past 40 years - during which period our organization has grown from $4 million to over $5 billion - from absolute obscurity to being a globally known leader in IT.

I always look at the future, and am hardly prone to reminiscing, but this opportunity did spur me to think about the past of Wipro, and what I have learnt from the privilege of leading this wonderful organization.

I thought it might be worthwhile for me to share these thoughts with all of you – who have actually shaped and defined Wipro.

What follows are a few passages from my speech.

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My experience tells me that we learn a lot more from difficulties and failures than from successes. In fact, hidden behind each success is a trail of difficulties and failures. So as I describe my experience as an intrapreneur, I will focus more on the difficulties, than on the successes.....because the successes of Wipro are reasonably well known.

In 1966, at the age of 21, I was practically overnight thrust in to the role of the CEO of the company that we know today as Wipro, and was then called Western India Vegetable Products Limited. The company was about USD 4 million in sales then, and was not in the best of shape. We used to make vegetable oil.

To take over that responsibility, and with that suddenness, I had to leave my education two quarters incomplete. The circumstances demanded it. My father had passed away at the age of 51, and I absolutely had to take care of the company.

It was not easy. Actually it was very difficult. I was dealing with a personal loss, and I was also trying to take charge of a role for which I had no training, no experience, no preparation and no demonstrated strengths.

I learnt a lot. I learnt not to look back. I learnt that pining for what could have been, is neither a path to happiness nor to success. I learnt that the most important thing is to deal with the here and now. And I learnt that, that can happen only through personal action.

It has stayed with me forever. There is no substitute to action. That to me is the starting point and the ending point of being an entrepreneur.
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Let me stay with those early days.

In the very first AGM, there was a shareholder, who said that he didn’t trust my ability to run the company. He said that if I were running the company, I could only run it to the ground.

In hindsight, perhaps he had good reason to say what he did, because indeed I was very young and with no experience in business. (At that time, my need was to dye my hair white to look older).

But for me at that point in time, his statement was a challenge. A challenge that consumed me in many senses. I made up my mind that I will prove him wrong, and with each passing day my resolve only increased. With each difficulty that I faced, my determination only grew.

As I look back, I can only thank that man.

Thanks to this man and to this episode I also learnt a crucial lesson. To be successful you have to be challenged by something, and then have the resolve to deal with it. This is the surest way forward. I learnt that challenges, determination and passion is what propel a person. Eventually I have also learnt that, often you have to go out seeking challenges, because challenges may not come seeking you.

There is another interesting insight that I got over time. Rarely have I come across a successful entrepreneur, who became an entrepreneur only to make money. In practically all cases, people become entrepreneurs because there is a challenge that excites them....a challenge to change the world, a challenge to invent something, a challenge to create something etc.....some deeply captivating challenge that appeals to them personally – but rarely is the desire to make money the prime driver.
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Azim Premji

the experiment continues...

A Victim of Terrorism

i'm sitting in a restaurant in a crowded market in delhi, thinking
what would happen if a couple of loonies' with an AK walk in and let
loose?

Whichever way i look at it...it doesnt seem a promising prospect if
they come in! There is only one entry/exit. The kitchen is on the
other side of the entry. Tables are not so big that i cud hide down
there. As a target, even the most lousy constable in india wouldnt
miss me, forget any trained terrorist. My only hope is they wudnt come
into this place as it isn't too crowded and there aint any firangs
here!!

You would think im acting paranoid here, spooked by the horrible carnage in
Mumbai. You're right. But it didnt start with Mumbai. Delhi's markets have also become the favourite haunts for terrorists boms. Before last month, whenever i go by
this market, I cross the road and walk on the less crowded
side, looking out for any suspicious packages. I also made sure I
didnt go near the market during peak hours when its most crowded. I
assume that whn the loonies wud like to strike.

I've never seen a terrorist attack, let alone be physically harmed by
one. But you see I too am a victim.

Experiment

If this goes through this is gonna be legendary!! Im trying to blog
through email!

Mobile to blog direct!

--
Abanith
Life is never going to be the same again.

Days of Glory

I saw a French war movie recently that refocussed my attention on the racism and class disparity that is widely prevalent in societies. The name of the move was "Days of Glory". I belive the original French version was called "Les Indigenes".

It struck me how the mindset of society and its individuals fosters a cycle of sel-defeating cynicism. We become so stuck up in status-quo and accept the overlordship of others, that we forget to believe and fight for our rights. Even when we fight, its more to let our frustrations than to win the war.

Its important for people to believe.
Its more important for society not to hinder individual belief and aspirations.

Its been true against struggles of all kinds, be it against racism, colonialism, imperialism, casteism....anything. Even today's depressing economic scenario. Markets keep going up and crashing on nothing more tangible than "market sentiment". Nobody knows how long this would last. People have shut shop and are preparing for the Great Depression. But what really is going to take us over the hill is when we as individuals start believing that this is over. Either we do it ourselves or we wait for a catharsis.

Barack Hussein Obama II

The genius of the man is that he means a lot of things to different people depending on where they come from. To many he is the anti-christ and to many more he is THE ONE.

To me he is a man of immense substance - practical yet philosophical, street smart yet very polished, young but very mature, cool but very can-do, liberal yet very disciplined and so on and so forth.

His evolution as a candidate has been an amazing journey. From a journeyman during the 2000 Democratic Convention, with the Clinton family at its powerful peak to being the upstart outsider who upset the Hillary applecart in 2008, he has blazed a trail of his own. He has been brilliant in studying his constituency and building his message. He has tackled various audiences at differing stages of his career brilliantly. Be it the Illinois electorate that gave him his first break or the liberal young college crowd that thronged his rallies or the general election crowd that need to be convinced he was more than an empty suit.

Ive been following this man for quite some time. He is THE ONE. And I thought so much before Oprah Winfrey said so.

I remember watching his 2004 DNC speech and being blown away by it. While still in hostel, I remember I used to look him up on YouTube everyday. I tracked him before he declared his candidacy and also as he declared it. Ive seen him grow as a candidate and take the centre stage.



What drew me to him was how he emphasised the need to unite, rather than divide. At a time when the world was wracked by terrorism, America's response to it with two wars, arrogant with us or against us attitude, this man seemed to be a balm to all the wounds that had been cut up. His cerebral approach to politics was stark contrast to Bush's Cheney approach!

On hindsight, I think Obama is all the more smarter as he understood the problem he faced in gunning for the Presidency and had a plan to get around it.

Fired Up Ready To Go

The most obvious thing about Obama is how good a speaker he is. He used his charisma and speech-making skills to fire up his base before Iowa. For a man who can electrify hundreds of thousands in one speech, I can only imagine how he must have fired up hundreds of people in small halls and school gymnasiums across Iowa.

Politics is about making your opponents strength their weakness. Ask Kerry and the Swift Boat Veterans! Somehow Hillary and team were not able to pin down Obama on their "empty suit" line of attack.

He is a master of playing the crowd. Watch this video, the last speech he gave before the elections. The last 4 minutes are electrifying.




Grant Park - Chicago Victory Speech

I would not forget this speech. I was over at a friends house watching the results come in live. Suddenly CNN called the elections in favour of Obama. It was a great feeling. I felt as though I was one amongst those 250,000 people in Grant Park, Chicago. The enormity of what he had pulled off was astounding. It was too big to comprehend in that little moment.

He came out and addressed the world. He seemed to understand the enormity of the challenges that were ahead of him, while the rest of the world was still ecstatic to see him there.



Somehow, in that one moment, America showed the beauty of Democracy. It was regime change without a shot being fired. An ideology was overthrown and a new one dawned. Make no mistake, this man and his moment shall pass. The old might become the new and this change would become old. But the beauty of democracy is the right man with the right ideology at the right time would be the messiah.

Yes We can

The difference between Obama and a generation of politicians before him and his own peers, is his ability to inspire people to take up his cause. This video is one of many on the Web that spread his word and message. He has become the ubercool icon for the youth generation. Words like

The fierce urgency of now

We are the ones that we have been waiting for

Yes we can



that have been crafted into his speeches have made him the symbol of hope for a generation of people, for very different reasons, which Im not sure Obama himself understands fully. He has mobilised millions of people at a grass roots level to carry his message. This is not the traditional Democratic party machine, but an entire structure this is outside of it. Rudy Guiliani was right when he quoted Community Organizing as one of Obama's experiences during the Republican Convention. Where he and his party were sorely mistaken, was their lack of respect for the same.

Sure enough, he is the flavour of the season now. But that wasn't always the case. Obama has been a political chameleon but not in a way a fair-minded person could fault him. When the Rev. Wright crisis broke out, he did stand up for the Reverend in his speech on the racial divide in America. I remember seeing that speech and thought this was a great speech and that it should put his election beyond doubt. When i saw the newspapers and news coverage the next day, I did not see a ringing endorsement. Though the media was supposed to be on Obama's side, people did prefer to nuance their positions till it became clear who the top dog was. In American politics, the winner takes all!

Its a New Day

He has come through and won the election. Regardless of what he does going forward, the last two years have been historic. Not because of Barack Obama, but because for people like me who wanted the leadership of the world to change. Change comes not by just hoping for it. But by translating that hope into action, which is focussed towards an ultimate goal. When that happens, each new day seems so special.

Exploring Rishikesh

Ever since the beginning of this year ive become increasingly taken in by the idea of exploring delhi. As April 09 gets closer, i get ever more paranoid that i need to see more of delhi and its surroundings before i get forced out of this place [god forbid!]

So keeping that in mind, I did not miss the first opportunity to go out exploring. Last week, I'd gone on a rafting trip to Rishikesh with 3 friends from work. We had a wicked time.

We drove up to Rishikesh from Delhi in a Maruti Baleno. Its a good ride except for low ground clearance, which gives the owner of the car heart attacks everytime the undercarriage hits a speed breaker!

We had a stopover at Haridwar to take a dip in the Holy Ganges. Now that was a sight!! People....thousands of them - men, women and children, old and young, formed and deformed, from all over India, just for one dip in the holy ganges. And where there is people there is business. Hawkers selling everything from jewellery to plastic bottles to take home some holy water.

There was also a lady going around with a king cobra in one of those flat bamboo baskets. The deal was she would open the basket and the bored Cobra wud raise its head 5 cms and you wud pay the lady some money. [I dont know if the Cobra was meant to be an obeisance to the 30m statue of Lord Shiva across the river or plain daylight robbery, but either way ur screwed as most of us people tend to leave their wallets in their cars!] So if you dont have money to pay the lady and her cobra, u better hope she doesnt come to you, being clad in just a towel and looking lost helps in ensuring she doesnt show interest in you! There is also another chap who goes around with a python that u can wrap around ur neck and pose in. Yes there is a photographer who duly tails both cobra lady and python man. Now I know im clad only in a towel, but even if Madhu Sapre were to pose along, I wudnt be wrapping a python around me.

But I must say the above two meetings happened in a space of 2 minutes. I can tell you I never missed my baby sister so much in my life before!! She wud have swam across the GANGES to avoid that situation... never mind the fast flowing polluted water nor the 200m against the current swim nor the fact that she doesnt know swimming :-))

Im not much of a water person. I always new it and I got reaffirmation the moment I took my first dip in the Ganges. The water was colder than normal but sheer panic seized me. My foot were on the steps of banks. I was holding on the iron chains that fence the dipping enclosure. But in that one moment, it was abundantly clear to me the task that I had undertaken. River rafting was going to be one heck of an experience for me.


We got to our destination well stocked. [Pls note that Rishikesh and Haridwar are bascially dry areas where even getting non-vegetarian food is a tough ask].

We were staying at a camp called Paddler's Zone. It was a good camp, compared to the experiences of friends who had been earlier to other camps down the river.

This place we were camping at was on the banks of the river Bhagirathi. We had our share of fun, beach volleyball, drinks around the bonfire, country chicken on the beach [now if they didnt ban non veg around there, we wudve probably been having broiler chicken!]. Its a really special feeling sitting on the rocks with ur feet in the water and feeling the awesomeness of nature around you!

Next day morning after a very competitive game of beach volleyball, we headed for our rafting trip. You need to have a lot of patience to live life in the mountains. If you do not have patience, then u will be taught patience! My reference is to the infamous traffic jams here. Most of the time vehicles move in convoys on narrow roads, susceptible to landslides. So a lot of times, we wud be stuck in a jam waiting endlessly for a convoy to pass and once the first vehicle appears, it wud be an endless convoy of various assorted vehicles that pass you by. When we were around, the marriage season it seems had started and we encountered quite a few convoys of marriage parties along the way. All in all, a 10 km ride ends up taking 1.5 hours to traverse!

We arrived at our start point, kitted up and took the mandatory pics as we awaited our turn. There was a huge NDTV contingent on an OBT that was getting its briefing ahead of us. Kit basically is life raft, helmet and an oar. The 4 of us got on board. We had another family for company including a 2 yr old girl. Pretty brave i must say.

I was apprehensive at first, praying that our raft wouldnt topple over. When we went over the first rapids I was a bit overwhelmed, it was the smallest of all the rapids but yet when the first water splashed on my face, it took my breath away. The next rapid was a blur...more than the rapid i was trying to focus on rowing in tandem with the rower in front of me. Just focussing on it, took me away from my fears.Two more rapids went that way. Then my friends jumped into the water as we were going through a quiet stretch. I, needless to say, stuck to the safety of the raft.

Then something happened. I started looking at the waves and how they were behaving. 80% of the waves didnt splash up water.Only the remaining 20% did and these were the waves that could topple the raft if we didnt row together at the moment of contact. The physics was simple if the raft had prolonged contact against a wave for more than 2-3 secs it wud topple over. Thus when we were against such a wave it was critical that we were over the wave before the momentum goes against us. Once I figured this out, I realised the entire rafting experience was just an exercise in conquering our demons as it was a pretty safe proposition otherwise. The most critical person on board the raft is the guide who guides the raft through the currents and away from whirlpools. Otherwise the passengers are required only to row against the big waves.

The next time we were against a quiet stretch, I was game to get into the waters. For the life of me, I cannot explain the panic that seized me when i got into the waters. I momentarily went under the surface and came up gasping for breath. The water was 70 ft deep and I had no confidence in my ability to stay afloat. I grabbed for my friend's hand and with the other held on to the raft. My feet were going upwards and were against the bottom of the raft. My head was moving backwards. All the water around me caused me great anxiety. I didnt realise that I was floating!

Then in about a minutes time, I begun to gain a semblence of control and started to think. I tried to kick my legs and paddle. It helpled me stay afloat and in control. Then I tried to move around, paddling my feet behind me. It gave me control over the direction I wanted to move in. Finally I was comfortable. No more anxiety! I knew there were no sharks in the Ganges there!... Wonder what I wud do if there were sharks around in the waters I swim...Well thats another adventure another day!!

The remaining of the trip brought us against the toughest rapids but it never was a problem. As I said, river rafting seemed to be about conquering my own demons!!

One of the times when we enjoy life is when we are not afraid to get lost. Thats when u discover new routes, more beautiful, more lonely, more adventurous and stretch your self to the limits as you are not afraid of the consequences if something goes wrong! Thats kind of like what happened to us, losing our way 3 times but ended up having quite a great ride back to Delhi anyways.

PS - If u ever pass by Rorkee stop by to have this badam milk in this Sardar's shop in Civil Lines near Century Gate. The best badam milk which u will have in India!! :-)
Thanks Brij, Radhe and Anurag! It was a blast!

I need some inspiration!

Truth be told... I love my job. But something of late has been bothering me. I have to motivate myself to push myself harder every day. It never was this hard. But when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Funny bit is im not able to put a finger on whats been bothering me.

i always new it was going to be a crazy September. I had a feeling something stupid wud happen....i still do.

What do i want in life?

The last 10 days have been a whirlwind... Delhi to Chennai twoice and in between to Pondicherry and also to a very beautiful wedding. While each of these days would make a good blog in itself. I'll save it for later.

My current state of mind brings me back to one nagging question again and again. WHAT DO I WANT? Want do i want from work? What do i want in life? What do i want from the people around me?

I do not have any self-doubt as to if i can achieve what i want...but question is what do i want. Im scared that im getting stuck in a rut while i try to figure out what i want.
Airports can be a great place to get into some serious self-introspection. The problem with self-introspection itself is when it is left open-ended. It kills you. It keeps you awake day and night and it keeps asking me the same question WHAT DO I WANT?

I made someone something.

Something very interesting happened a few months back.

I got a feedback about a friend of mine who used to be very close to me. I was told the person has changed beyond belief in a positive way. I do believe that I had a hand in remaking that person. It was such a thrilling feeling to have.

Im not on talking terms with that friend now. But the very fact that i had made a difference in someone's life was so gratifying! :-)

Delhi is Beautiful

STATUTORY WARNING - Im rambling again.

I never thought i will be saying this 3 yrs back but I love Delhi. Not because, its a beautiful city. It might be. But its for reasons that are far more experential than that!



Life is not worth living if one doesnt go through a myriad of experiences. In my 3 yrs in Delhi, I have been through all these experiences. Ive not had the very morbid ones, but yes there have been happy, pleasant, exhilarating, sad , heart-breaking, disappointing experiences. That is what makes Delhi memorable for me!


Ive met all sorts of people here. People who had come closest to me, people who have really supported me, people who had betrayed me, people who had loved me, people who loathed me and of course the people who do not even know me. [I do revel in this anonymity]. I have heard a lot of people decry Delhi for the behaviour of its populace, "too arrogant", "flashy", "shallow", "selfish", "greedy" etc. I don't know if all of this is true, it might be. But living amongst all this and surviving makes life a lot more challenging than it otherwise might have been!

Deja Vu

STATUTORY WARNING - This is my first post this year - So im gonna be rambling.
Its funny how I associate songs with moods. Some songs which i used to listen to during a certain phase of my life bring back old memories in an instant, memories ive long since forgotten.

Memories of a city ive left behind, a life ive forgotten, a crush whose face i cant remember, frustration i never voiced, a love i cant forget, bitterness that lingers...

Music is more than lyrics. Its a time capsule of emotions. Today I have been hurt, hurt very badly and the music im listening to now im sure will bring back this feeling of today. Im just gonna make sure i dont listen to my favourite songs today!! Why taint those lovely songs with such memories :-)

Hostel Life @ VKRV Rao Hostel - Delhi University

Room 215, 2nd floor corner left balcony in the foreground

One of the most important places in my life has been VKRV Rao Hostel. To be more specific - Room nos. 101 and 215 of VKRV Rao Hostel, Delhi University. This is where I learnt what it means to be competitive and yet be principled. How to push hard yet not go overboard. I met a lot of people here, bright yet so wonderfully diverse. I never worked harder in my life and never took up so many challenges successfully. There was a disappointment no doubt, but that still lingers on.

I remember getting up at crazy hours in the morning, when the rest of the hostel was sleeping or just going to sleep and getting out for my morning jog! It was a brilliant experience. One of my biggest regrets at the moment is how I have let it all slip and put on weight again! Ah, well another crib for another day!

I would never forget the University Grounds where I used to go jogging. Even now I feel, whenever I have a problem if I could go there, things would somehow just become ok. Its a very strange sort of connection to that place :-)

Another place that I can never forget would be Athar Singh's canteen! Those endless hours of meaningless "bakchodi" along with some good networking were fun. But what was more exciting was the opportunity to exchange notes with some of really smart peers on matters ranging from Game Theory to the nitty gritties of viral marketing. Those were moments when I realised that these were times that could never again be repeated in life! All this of course in the middle of winter at midnight, while downing hot maggi to warm one's frozen innards!

When I talk about VKRV , I must mention the guru of all things enlightened and the man who kept the engine running for most of the guys in our hostel - Maddy! Every hostel around the world would surely have one such Man Friday and Maddy was our man. The poor guy used to get harassed by some pretty desperate blokes at 2 or 3 am in the morning!! [Not like what you're thinking!] They just used to ask him to turn on his Computer!! :-) The hostel LAN took care of the rest!

The biscuit raids that we used to have on the second floor too was something to remember. Even if I ever forget, I'm sure Kloggie Doggie would not quite get over it so easily! It all started one night during a power cut when our man went to the canteen to get some food. He hid the chips under his arms and biscuits stashed in his pockets and stealthily made it all the way from the canteen to the second floor without getting spotted! One could almost feel the sense of achievement as he reached the second floor. Alas! the poor soul did not spot the pack of hyenas [his neighbours] who were chit chatting in the corridor. He arrived just when there was a break in the conversation and the poor soul didn't even hear us or see us. In less than one minute, 2 packets of biscuits and Uncle Chips were snatched away from him and ripped open and gulped down. We were generous, though. We did offer Kloggie his own biscuits and chips... He was too stunned to respond! So we ate his share as well!! :-)

Other places of interest in VKRV were the front "forecourt" where we used to play cricket, the gym cum library, the neighbouring Gwyer Hall Canteen where we used to have our morning chai and biscuit and of course, the Common Room. That was our home away from home and room away from room. MBA life, in between strenuous projects and unbeatable deadlines can be interspersed with loads of free time for which the common room is the most antidote. One experience of a lifetime is watching a Cricket match in a jam packed Common room of 100 men, with the Bongs going totally silent as Ganguly struggling to touch the ball and going bonkers when he finally manages to middle the ball! To add to the spice, they would also let lose a few expletives at Guru Greg! And then one fine day, they go take it a bit too far and abuse MSD! That only got the rest of the Biharis, Jharkandis and metrosexuals in the hostel totally after them!! If the game itself wasn't entertaining, this definitely was!

This photo shows the second floor terrace and those steps are a place where I spent endless hours on the phone in the second year as the signal in my room wasn't too great! Im not the only one, there used to be quite a few guys who used to come here to talk on the phone. So in the evenings, you wud find about 3-4 guys walking around here talking on the phone, taking turns to charge their phone at the plugpoint on the wall. Its funny how things change in a matter of months ... Now I have a phone, a post paid connection and dont have to worry about the bill but somehow come evening, there is no one to talk to! We are all busy in our own sweet world!

I am Back

Well one of the downsides of blogging is that most people, me included(!), find it very hard to keep it going consistently. However if at all I was to revive my blog, I think the best time to do it would be at the end of the year. Its a good time to look back at the year that went by in perspective and see where I am. Also I can ensure I have at least one blog in the year 2007!! :)

So here goes~ My next series of blogs would be dedicated to the year that went by!

And then i breathe!

Finally internship over. Back to college boring life.

Need to do more.

The hunger is brewing inside me.

This is the final stretch. Words no longer hold any meaning. Action and results do. The most decisive period of my life approaches... Damn its already here!

Bring it on....Im ready!

Things have changed.

Its been a month since my last post. And all my hard work during my summer project has come to fruition. More responsibility and reward and more satisfaction.

I have no doubt now that when I play my cards right hard work always brings out its high rewards. I just need to

Push Hard,
Play Smart,
Do More,
Learn More,
Go out There and
Get It Done.

But the more I do it seems the more is asked out of me. Its fine thats how life is...With power comes responsibility and vice versa.

I sail in a very lonely boat that fights the hard winds and at times I wonder if even my sail understands why I fight this torrid tempest. It takes a different character to ride out these times and its very lonely to be me.

I will win, I will fulfill all my dreams, wished and ambitions. But for now the monkey cries...Natt.

My favourite cartoon

What else can it be!

The reason for it is....wait a second...do i need a reason to have a favourite cartoon?

I just love it! I always liked the Hanna Barbara Productions than those made by Chuck Jones. The latter sucked quite honestly!! Jerry had ears like Dumbo the elephant!! And the action or violence or whatever you want to call it seemed contrived. An attempt to keep in touch up with the standards set by Hanna Barbara.

The best part of Tom and Jerry was the absolute violence in it. Oh how i wish i could just chop my sister and nothing happens and we continue hitting and chopping each other...yeah yeah im evil brother...but just think about it... :-) oh the fun of it all!!

Yes i admit i liked tom more than jerry and always used to root for tom to be successful but the poor stupid feline could never get one trick right...and the rare moments when he did pull a fast one on jerry were ones of immense personal (!) satisfaction!

But i liked Butch better than Tom! and the moments he came in were ultra hilarious especially when he whacked the living daylights of tom. That too to an extent that jerry could never dream of accomplishing!! My fave scene, which is etched in my head is of him whacking tom over and over again with a golf club, while tom leaps in agony!!! [:D] Yep im a sadistic evil bully worshipper!! [:D]

A quiz i went through...u shud try it too

You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational. Cultural Creative 94% Existentialist 94% Idealist 81% Romanticist 75% Postmodernist 63% Fundamentalist 56% Modernist 44% Materialist 44% What is Your World View? (updated) created with QuizFarm.com

Im not happy.

I imagine my life when I was in college, I hardly had a clue which direction I wanted to go in life. Felt very bad about myself mentally and physically. Wanted very badly to be able to wake up early in the morning. Wanted to be driven. Wanted to be able to walk the talk. To be professional. To be able to look problems in the eye and deal with them. To be the one that could be trusted to get things done.

Today I've done all that. But, I'm not happy... I want more.

If success is driven by wanting more then would I ever be happy?

Definitely. I find great thrills with the smallest joys in life while I leave the bigger issues to fulfill other people's happiness. One more year of education. The world is waiting...and I can't wait to take it on.

I want more...