Null Bit Me

Did a major cleanup of feeds from my feed reader. Some feeds had their last posts way back in 2005! I’m a little better ain’t I? 😛

One thing I noticed.. and have noticed over the 5+ years of blog reading is that people stop updating their blogs after getting married. Women especially. …. …. well, either that , or I had more women bloggers on my feed list than men. ….. …. Or maybe the men on my feed list can’t seem o get married.. 😀

Anyways… it does prove that married life is stressful. If there was less stress, why on earth would they have stopped blogging? Some of these were popular blogs… their last posts having gathered over a 100 comments!!

I hate to see some of them go. They were wonderful writers. Witty. Fun. .. and perhaps more importantly… more my age 🙂 I don’t seem to connect that well with the youngsters nowadays. They seem too business-minded, or disoriented, or downright nonsensical (I of all people should not be complaining about this, I guess!).

Oh well.. what is will be..

Girls/womens college. An all girls school. An all boys school. Boys/Mens college (Do these exist ?)… Anyway, what I was wondering was, how many of these had faculty from the opposite sex? I just came to know of a womens college who have a post vacant in a particular department. So they advertised in the newspaper for applications. Of all the candidates shortlisted, there was a guy in the list too. After some discussion among the (oldie) teachers, they chose to throw him out of the list (even though he seems to be the most qualified on paper!). The guy will never get to know that he never made it to the interview list for all the wrong reasons!

I believe this could be happening in other places also. What I am trying to figure out is whether this is correct. It is unethical.. at least that is what I think. What I am wondering is what was going on in the minds of these teachers that made them shortlist only the women. What are their objections? Have they faced any issues previously? Why is it that we have to face so much discrimination in life on the basis of sex, caste, even whether we are in the general/reserved quota, age etc. etc.

We’ve come to expect discrimination, because it is too tiring to fight. Especially when the fight is usually alone. We keep putting up barriers amongst us. And then we complain about the degradation of society. We complain that we don’t know anyone in the neighbourhood. Our closests friends are in other countries, and we cling on to them using IM’s, emails etc.

We need to get out. Open up. Take more risks. Keep an open mind. Live through some undesirable things. After all, isn’t that life? Take some bad, but take in more good? Live life. Not run away from it.

It’s been long… I almost forgot that this blog existed. It is not as difficult to put down your thoughts than to keep them alive in you for more than a few moments. Life happens, with force. It is cruel. It doesn’t let you rest. Relax. Just got a phone call.. and whatever I was thinking went out of that non-existent window.

Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.

I wonder how do people make commitments to develop a particular technology in 3 years or 5 years. This would be new stuff, right? You cannot plan it in a MS Project sheet, right? A lot of it is unknown, right? Then how does someone make a commitment that their technology will be ready in so and so time.

I presume, as the time approaches nearer, competitors arrive and ensure that timelines are met more or less. Also, I guess the actual developers start putting in insane hours at work… nothing that affects the guy who actually made the commitment, right?

I love being the first one at the STOP sign. For two reasons.

1. I am usually the one who made a lot of people stop. In the NCR region, it’s very rare that people stop at a red light. So when I stop, I piss off a lot of people, but make them follow the rules.
2. When the red light turns green, I get a chance to zoooomm.. away, leaving everyone behind far far away.

Now what does this say about me?

I tend to blog when I can see too much work coming my way.

I want to run… but there’s no place to hide. The next few weeks are going to be hell 😦