Bikes - The best way to read a guy..

Ever wondered how easier it would be to categorize people on the way they go about with their things. It is like presenting a simple catalogue and asked to choose the best from. But, we only wish so. One of the most prominent common linkages amongst the guys in the age group 18-25 is their passion for biking. Even if they do not have one (passion), they would definitely use a bike to commute. Even if they do not have one (bike), they will use their friends'. Such are the guys divided initially. So, what are these catalogue businesses all about?

<=110cc

Hero Honda: Splendor, Passion, CD-Dawn, CD-Deluxe.

TVS: Star.

Bajaj: Platina, Discover100.

I am not describing each of the guy's bikes in this category because they are the "Sambar" guys. They very well come under the non-passionate-biking category and are termed "The safe" guys. No wonder Hero Honda operates majority of the bikes in this category. They drive so that they won't waste their time commuting and can invest their "saved time" studying or going to temple. So that, they won't waste petrol; so that, they will be safe on road and so that, they can say "We are Desh ki Dhadkan". We got to give them the tag because, they do save petrol.

>110cc && <150cc:

Hero Honda: Glamour

Honda: Shine, Stunner

Bajaj: XCD, Discover, Platina125, Pulsar135

Glamour, a good bike, but, never a girl would fall for a guy riding in this bike.

Shine, an affordable version of Unicorn and nothing special about it.

Stunner, the poor-man's Karizma and is definitely not as amazing as it looks.

And, as expected, Bajaj steals the category, as guys preferring bikes from this category are as not as passionate as the above one or the below one. When around with their girl, they prefer "The Safe" guy tag, but, when their girl is not around, they portrait themselves as "the dude" which they are not. And this category earns the name "In-between" because it is "Hamaraaaa Bajaj".

>=150cc && <180cc

Hero Honda: CBZ xtreme, Hunk

Bajaj: Pular150

Honda: Unicorn

TVS: Apache160

Yamaha: FZ-S, FZ-16, R-15, Fazer

They say they are the hot guys. With little more efforts, they can transcend to the real hot dudes. But, they are the self-contained guys who are happy with the "dude" tag.

CBZ - one amazing invention in the Indian market and a leap forward. I know many will agree when I say that it opened the market of >100cc.

Hunk is as promising as it looks and a cool bike to have in your kitty.

When the Definitely Male, picks up, he is the pick-up service for many girls. The seats are so designed for it.

How often do people realize that there went a Unicorn. Girls prefer guys with Unicorn just for the fact that they are the "safer dudes".

They say Apache160 is faster than Pulsar180, but, I never felt so and girls hate guys with this bike, just purely for its racing abilities.

And this category is single-handedly stolen by Yamaha for its super-miniature versions. Pleasure to race in R-15, FZs and add the double-eyed Fazer to it. "Yes! Yamaha". The benchmark of true racing.

>=180cc && <=250cc

Bajaj: Pulsar180, Avenger200, Pulsar220

TVS: Apache RTR180

Hero Honda: Karizma

Kawasakhi: Ninja

Pulsar180, truly the Definitely Male than its 150cc. Racing is so easy in this bike that you actually forget the speed at which you are travelling.

Pulsar220 looks odd, but, is giving a good fight to Karizma. Girls with racing IQ will prefer their men to have atleast either of them.

The first cruise bike till now - Avenger. Riding Avenger is like faking orgasm. One does not get the cruise feel if you are tall. And short guys, have a better chance of hitting on a girl with this.

RTR180 stands firmly with its tag "Racing DNA Unleashed". Certainly, it has.

Karizma is good with Hrithik on it, but, guys if you love racing, Ninja is on its way on Indian roads.

With one of these bikes you are sure to find a hottie sitting behind.

>250cc:

Royal Enfield: Classic350, Classic500, ThunderBird Twinspark, Electra, Machismo350, Machismo500

The final category on Indian roads. Here, it is not whether the bike suits you or not, it is about whether you suit the bike. Royal Enfield, truly dons this category. Macho guys, who are speed+long distance travel. I think you get what I mean. Travel is made so easy that you only get the best out of it. Girls should prefer guys with cruises because, they are secure, they are costly and they are definitely the head-turner. No matter at what speed you go, you will receive attention. You will become popular because of your bike and of course because of your girl.

When I conclude this, I have ridden almost all the bikes mentioned above, but, there is a special place in my heart for one of the best inventions in Indian Racing- Yamaha RX100. It is completely out of production, but, none can stop noticing you when you ride it on the road. Yet, my dream of riding a RX100 eludes me still and the perfect woman too....

The real-life avatar..

James Cameroon's Avatar - A massive hit of the year and has mind-boggling collections all over the world. Is it only on the screen or does it happen in real-life?

I will take you through to a strikingly similar, with just the names-changed version of real-life happenings that I saw and see with my own eyes every day.

Place:

Pandora, a moon of the planet Polyphemus, some 4.3 light years away from the earth.

Orissa, a state in the country India, some 3.5*10^-10 light years away from Pyramid of Giza. (Pyramid of Giza chosen for obvious reasons).

Mineral:

Unobtanium, which can save the earth from present energy crisis.

Bauxite, which can flood the earth with more automobiles and aircrafts that cause these energy crisis.

Organisation:

Resources Development Administration, carrying out the Pandora mission.

Vedanta Resources Plc., carrying out the Vedanta Aluminium Project.

Affected:

Na'vis of the Pandora, especially the Omaticayas in particular, whose sacred "Hometree of pure sprits of Eywa" are encroached upon. HomeTree rests upon Pandora's biggest deposit of Unobtanium.

Common people of Orissa on the whole, with Dongaria Kondhs in particular, with their sacred mountain Niyamgiri hills in jeopardy. Niyamgiri has the biggest desposit of Bauxite.

Currently, Vedanta's Alumina-Operations have come to a standstill because of the agitations caused in the Niyamgiri mining area. But, since they already have an 0.28 mtpa aluminium smelter in full operation in Jharsuguda, Orissa, they are importing alumina from Australia. Someone, who is unsure about the way the mining rights case is going to go, won't produce aluminium at $1793 per ton when the market selling price is only $1953 per ton. The ulterior motives and hidden truth of bribes is clearly seen.

The undertaken CSR activities aren't that wonderful enough, to keep the agitators pacified. Now, caught in the wrong foot, the only safety net is the Indian government, which is going to turn the verdict in Vedanta's favor. That is because, if a person who sold Aluminium scraps from an Aluminium PSU - BALCO can woo the government to buy-out the same, with the then political family's support, he can repeat it once again, as the family hasn't changed in any dimension.

The factual analogies are clearly stated. And now comes the time, where we face the harsh reality that, it is not a happy ending in the real-life when compared to the reel-life. The Supreme Court is on the brink of issuing "No Objection" certificate to Vedanta Resources to resume mining in the Niyamgiri hills.

With money anything is possible, especially in India, as people's sentiments are secondary. Those of you, who think, "let the tribal people relocate" and support the argument that "let the tribal people step back to prosper the Industrial Revolution", I just want you to think about a situation and answer honestly. If there is a new metro rail project coming up in your city and the route that has to be laid is such that, your house which was built by your father's hard-earned money or an ancestral home has to be demolished, wouldn't you feel pathetic?? It is all the same.

I know when someone higher up the hierarchy reads this article, my appraisal or even my job is at stake. But, let me tell you, with my experience here in this place, I sometimes feel that uprising of Maoists is very much justified (although I don't support their acts). When they mean that they are poor and deprived, they are. I am very much aware that the money paid by Vedanta has given me the liberty to travel places, read literatures and write my opinions. But, someone has to be on the other side to deliver things to the world. My actions may not bring a change right now, but, my words would do, because I know this message would spread so that people will join me to oppose the non-sense and deliver a diplomatic solution to the affected.

The 4th idoit..

DISCLAIMER: Do not ask me the authenticity of the title. This was suggested by my "friends", who desperately wanted me to write on a person whom they affectionately call "4th idoit". I will direct the Copyrights commission towards "my friends" if they feel that I am violating the norms. All characters in this story resemble very close to reality and any resemblance to people living or dead (let peace be upon them) is purely intentional.

There was this guy, the hero or rather the comedian of the story. His name was/is Sushil Gulati. He was/is the fun-loving guy who spent/spend most of his valuable time doing things which made any value-addition. He was/is smart, intelligent and handsome. He was/is a great guy to hang out with and a real crazy dude for bikes. After one and a half years of work, he was not sure of where he wanted to go. Not because he was confused with no choices, but, with plethora of choices. Anything that stands on the face of the earth interested/interests him and a very friendly guy. People love to talk to him and spend time with him always.

As his life was rollicking ahead, it so happened in his life that he met a good-looking girl called Pooja Tiwari. But, as he clearly explained to his mates that it was pure acquaintance that they meet each other, which his friends did not believe. The very thought that he went out for luncheons made them think that even and finally Sushil has fallen for Pooja.  He tried explaining, but in vain. The acquaintance-turned-friendship relation was a small stint as Pooja had to move on in life. But, out of so many co-incidences, it so happened, that Sushil was equally frustrated with his work-life. To be precise, about his own value-addition. The pinnacle of his frustration was on the day Pooja was leaving the glorious city of Jharsz D.S, Odisha County, RoI. So, as small minds think/thought, it was because of the reason that she is leaving that Sushil is so frustrated. His friends coined him the name "4th idoit" in sync with the movie "3 idiots" being released and the instances that structured his part of life. In the world's eyes, Sushil remains a "4th idoit".

As he was/is a good writer too, they asked him to pen down his thoughts as well. Being a very close friend of Sushil, I tell you that Sushil is innocent and will like to be a 4th idoit. After all, people love to spend time with the 4th idoit and he rocks. And Pooja, if you reading this, do not call Sushil as "4th idoit", as you know the truth. :)

The 4th R

After reading “2 states”, I have to write this – Yeah, We Tamilians, affectionately known as Madrasis are unique in every way. Just like a Punjabi, Marati, Malayalee, etc. None of the other 27 states speaks his tongue. But, a tad different from others, a Madrasi’s only weapon to counter-strike the Rest of India is his English. Well, Hindi is the Greek that he had been listening from the North Indians in The Madras state. My own experience of being a South Indian in North India for the very first time kicked the gut out of me. The same applies to a NI as well, when he visits the foreign states down south. Maybe, gut is not the word that should have been used, but, a euphemism does sound better. After all the crap that Indians listen from fellow-Indians, we feel like expatriates in our own country.

And, I just took a break after completing the previous paragraph to get some chicken. On the way to the chicken shop, I kind of very slightly skid my Bullet. In vain, I attracted attention from two drunkards on a “Definitely Male”. They chased me down till the butcher’s shop and abused me after confirming the fact that I am not from Odisha. Their feints were scary and the question of why they went that far is best answered, as they guessed that I am a Madrasi (although, I don’t look like one).

Thinking about a united India is a Utopian concept which has to be changed time and again. Aptly, should be changed according to the whims and fancies of our beloved politicians. Whether they learnt discipline and ethics from British is one I am confident that they haven’t, but, they have very well learnt the technology of “Divide and Rule”.

Indians are the most racist people in the world. This statement made by an Indian himself, iterates the fact that we are. Black and White, but, who remembers that we are all brown? We point at the species “down under” and call them racists for their attacks. I am not justifying their act, but, we need to be clean ourselves to point fingers at others.

The second question anyone faces is the place they hail from than how much educated they are. People are more curious to categorize people on the basis of region than intellectuality.

Indians are brilliant. They don’t ask the forbidden question – that of the religion. I brand them brilliant not because that top brass of any Fortune 100 company consists of Indians, but, because they quickly guess the guy’s faith with their name. The secondary branding that they go for, roots from the name. Did I miss the so-called “title” part? You must have guessed it being an Indian.

The 3Rs of Indians – Race, Region, Religion. We desperately need the 4thR – Redemption. We need to redeem ourselves from the narrow-mindedness of our thinking. The character – We all are Indians – has to be inculcated. I am not asking a Gujarati to marry an Assamese. But, I am asking you to think that, if such a thing happens, don’t embarrass them with questions. Accept them, respect them and appreciate them. They are the brave souls of the nation. Be proud that they are one of the few people like me to unite the nation (The 3Rs is applicable to me as well). We are not a Dravidian or an Aryan, a Madrasi or a Bangali, a Muslim or a Hindu, but, a redemption to seek – Indians.

Rob-ile

This has been a long battle between me and the mobile phones that I have used over a period of four and a half years. I would not say I have been lucky, but, I have been horrendously amazed at the turn of events each time my phone was conked or chose its own way.

Chronological order:

1. Nokia 1100 - Oct, 2005.

My first phone cost me Rs.4500. The Made for India model was just launched and was an instant hit. I loved the phone very much. It had a torch and freaking monophonic tones. I used to fight with my mates over the Signature tones. One day in November, all of a sudden it was stolen from my hostel room. The irony being, a BenQ color mobile was kept right next to it, but, the thief loved mine.

2. Nokia 6670 - Dec, 2005.

After my first mobile loss, I wandered without a mobile for a month. It was a very difficult period. Finally, after lots of persuading and fights with my mom, she agreed to get me a Nokia 6600. I went to the shop and found the 6670 model attractive and bought that. It cost me Rs.13000. Never mind. Exactly a month after that, I drowned my new phone in the beaches of Mangalore. As expected the salts corroded the mother board and it was unusable.

3. Nokia 1100 (Second hand) - Jan, 2006.

It cost me Rs.1200. Was handy and useful until the BL-5C burst while charging. A different turn of events this time. The whole phone was shattered into pieces and also my plug-points.

4. Nokia 1108 - Jun, 2007.

This phone cost me Rs. 3000. It was a good one with moon-light display. Setting new records in the Snakes game was the favorite pass-time. One fine day in Jul, 2007 it slipped out of hands from first floor and LCD was damaged and there goes my fourth phone out of order. Anyhow, I was using it for some three months and the phone conked when I gave it for repairing.

5. Sony Ericsson w200i - Sep, 2007.

One lovely phone. It cost me Rs.5300. I thought my phone jinx is over and constrained only to Nokia as this was a super-specialty phone. No problems whatsoever. Had all the functions except for bluetooth which pissed off many of my friends. Was very much contended with it until, a thief broke into my house and robbed me off my personal diary on 16th, June, 2009. There ends my saga of events with the only phone in my hand being Nokia 1202C now.

6. Nokia 1202C - May, 2009

Cost - Rs.1350. Just for the plain fact that this phone offers brilliant battery back, I chose to buy and use it instead of my w200i then. But, out of no option now, I am forced to use this.

Total expense on mobile phones till date - Rs. 28350.00

What more can I ask for..??

Ithu namma Ooru, maamu.. (Its our city, dude..)

Its five years now. Five long years since I have taken the internship with the Nomadic Society of India. And the internship is still going on, on and on and on. I was just a small little fellow in a big city. The city that is known for Idly, Marina, Super Kings and me. The city renamed after the Chennappa Nayaka who ruled it as the history would say it. But, I liked the old name, the ethnic heart-beat name as we are called, all over the world - Madrasi. Madras refers to the illicit yet camouflaged mix of MAD RAScals called by the British for their violent revolt down south. What is there in a name, but, we all love it. The new name is not that bad, but, people still love calling Kolkata as Calcutta; Mumbai as Bombay and Bengalluru as Bangalore. It is stylish, vibrant and pronounceable by all ethnic cultures.

This is a crazy capital. Just like the others, but, a little different in its own way. The city with the second longest beach in the world (Marina), the largest bus terminus in Asia (CMBT), the biggest eatables trading centre in India (Koyambedu Kothalchavadi), the most crowded place in anywhere in the world (T.Nagar), the most organized traffic police (CCTP), and the least affected city in terms of terrorism. Potentials untapped, yet, magnanimously giving space to every other person from the world to share his joy. Life seems so easy here. Might also be because it is my hometown. People say it is difficult to survive as people do not understand Hindi. The only counter-argument is when our language is one of the most primitive ones, even older than Sanskrit, why would we adopt a second fiddle? Yeah, we are international. The common people understand and will help you in English next to Tamil. All direction boards contain English to make it easy for everyone. It just inculcates the habit of going international to any illiterate who steps into.

I miss living in the city. The Marina, Elliot's beach, Chepauk, Mount road, Ritchie street, T.nagar, Anna flyover, Meenambakkam, 100 feet road, ECR, MRTS, Wandalur Zoo, Egmore Museum, Snake park, Satyam Cinemas, Ega theatre, Spencer Plaza, Koyambedu market, Ambattur Estate, PH Road, Aminjikarai, Vyasarpadi, Murugan Idili Shop, CMBT, Pallavan, Anna Tower, Crescent ground, my home in Razack Garden, everything. The best place in the universe just remains a part of my memory.

I write this now as a part of my internship of knowing the world better, sitting in my balcony watching the tall chimneys smoke and assimilating the bitter fact that I would not lead a normal life in the place, closest to my heart. Whenever I am there, I will be what I am, because I know for a fact that I don't need to wear a mask there. CHENNAI ROXXXXXX..

The Good, Bad and You..

Being good is good. But, being too good is very bad. Straight trees are cut first whereas the crooked ones go unnoticed. There are two kinds of people. One is straight, hard-working and unsuccessful while the other being crooked, smart-working and successful. Yeah, look back at history and you will only find crooked people at top. No honest guy can ever come to the top. If a renowned person claims to be honest, it is very simple; he is not honest enough to accept that he was dishonest. If he accepts his dishonesty to prove that he is being honest, it is back to square one that he was not honest in the first place. None can be blamed for this as this is the law of nature. Even while climbing a ladder, you stamp on the same place where you once held your hand for support. Logically, dishonesty grows with us.

All is fair in love and war. But, there are no things in the world that we do, which are not categorized in either of them. We either do for love or for war. What we fail to realize is that, we do only good or bad things. The distinction is between good and bad. If we change our perspective a bit and view as a difference between good and better, there is a paradigm shift. Decision making becomes a lot easier when it is viewed through such a lens as the sadistic decision of yours would lead to do a good thing. Everyone is unique, just like everyone else. Decisions differ, after all life is a business and we all are businessmen. Some become entrepreneurs while others work for them. Now, the decision is yours on whom you want to become - Crooked, smart-working entrepreneurs or straight, hard-working labors?

G-2

All I could see when I opened my eyes were shaded with brown. I was sleeping and all that I knew was that I was sleeping for long. I was sleeping at the bottom-most berth of the tube which was travelling at the speed of sound as I went deaf for long. Through the windows of the tube, I could again see the brown colored mud-mountains with patches of greenery on it. Time and again the tube passed through tunnels and I was searching for the light at the end of the tunnel. Once the light came, everything was back to brown. I went to the washroom, washed my eyes and checked if I was wearing any colored lens and found that I was not. I did not know where this journey was taking, but, the fact remains that I am a fugitive on the run. I know I will be caught sooner or later, but, I prefer to happy on the run knowing the fact that sadness is all I can have when it is all over. I remembered someone saying, "A fugitive on the run enjoys every moment of his freedom, because every moment ends on a happy note".

A co-passenger in the tube asked me what am I upto? For which I had no answer. All I came to know from the conversation was that I am alive and I am in the real-time world fighting inorder to survive. Time passed by looking out of the window at the browned-greenery, the villages that sped past until it became dark. I was still in the retrospective mood thinking about what led me to break the prison, what led me to this journey and I could not reason much with the unreasonable. As my only reason was freedom. As love is the root cause of every happening in this world, it must be my love for someone or something. With no hopes in heart and unknown miles to travel, I reached a tube-well next day afternoon. It was a bigger tube-well than the ones I have been to. It welcomed me with a warm, sunny reception with guards standing all over to check the logistics movement. With terrorism all around, humans are nowadays considered in the category of goods as the intrinsic value of a human life is degrading day by day. None identified me, as this part of the world had more serious issues to deal with than snooping behind a fugitive.

Wagging my way through, I reached a defunct chariot station. All luck taking over, I boarded some chariot with a huge capacity and the co-charioteers said that this chariot takes us to a place where heaven and hell meets. Who cares I thought. I am coming from hell and anyplace would definitely be better. After a rickety ride for an hour I got down at the tall-building side of this heaven-hell. There were flyovers of the modern world; there were buildings of ancient world too. There were palaces; there were other chariots of all shapes and sizes, of all designs and comforts. This place took my breath away and suddenly I received a call from a number.

I answered with a hello and the other side was a sweet voice, "Nautilus, walk straight down the road and take the black chariot. We are waiting inside".

I was shell-shocked. Who on earth would know that I am here? And who is this "We"? Picking up my back-pack with all my courage I made my way through to the black chariot that was waiting for me. I knocked on the door and yes my co-charioteers were right. I was in heaven. Angels live in heaven. God had sent the twin angels to take care of me, to hide me from the unscrupulous world.

They said, "Oh Nautilus brother! Get in. It is getting late. Now that you are here, we all will have a nice time".

With no second thoughts I got in. Zoom it went.

After some 15 minutes, I reached a palace. They took me in and introduced me to the mother of the angels and the formalities continued. They asked me, how am I doing and how is my health? I did answer it like an 8th standard schoolboy, but, I was confused if they knew the truth. I did not know if I had to tell them or not. Then it struck me. They are the sons and daughters of God and definitely they would know about me. I was taken to the special room of the palace, where they worship him. I was overwhelmed at their gesture. Offering his room to me was like telling, "Son, I trust you, no matter how bad you are".

Three days I was with them. It was a dream. The time that we spent together; the conversations that we had; the food that we ate; the time when we roamed; the dosa that we had; everything is still fresh in my mind. When the time was over and my nomadic destination changed, I had tears in my eyes when I was travelling back in another chariot to the tube-well. The next destination is not far away, but, nothing would be as great as that, with them in it.

No matter how much ever you run, you are caught in the last.

Recession

One fine day, the banking corporations of America as a bolt from the blue, started flaunting one by one about their ease of lending housing loans. The scheme was loans to all the Americans who cannot own an apartment, even with their lifetime earnings. So, the birds of same feather flocked together to buy their piece of land which would stand against their name on the face of the earth. But, the amount of enthusiasm that one has in getting something is diametrically opposite to the amount that s/he shows in returning. As expected, the defaulters' percentage climbed in multiples of ten of Grameen Bank's. Then, the banks started losing their money. People started fearing and started withdrawing their savings. Credit crunch is created by a freaking concept of owning land on American soil. The ripple effect affects the rest of the world. Every corporation in the world starts to hear the dreaded word "recession".

"Global economic slowdown yaar"

"Cost reduction is on"

"Global recession"

"Economic slump"

"If the conditions carry on, The Great Depression isn't that far"

But, during all these times a chaiwala from Mumbai can win two million dollars and eight Oscars. What a pity?

The rich is as safe as he was, but a little tension about how to maintain the earning tempo going. The poor is as safe as he ever would be, because more would be joining him. He can shoulder them and listen to their poor stories and be grateful that he was not what they are. Who are the affected ones?

The common man a.k.a aam aadmi.

Why should he be affected just because someone wanted to own a piece of land which they own even now happily? Next step the GOI takes is to pump in hypothetical cash - 100 crores into RBI, 500 crores into services industry, etc. crap. Because, aam aadmi still remains a fool thinking that somewhere that 100 odd crores that is being pumped in will reach him in some form. He still does not understand the psychological game of recession. There is nothing as recession. It is an illusion created by banks to get their money back that they poorly planned with the sub-primal Americans. A house for every American robbed the house of every other common man. Why should we suffer for their intelligence failure in planning? Optimists say no reward without risks. But, why should Raja bore the brunt for Andrew's risk? That is because Raja et al. are meticulously webbed in this net of globalization, without their knowledge. One kills a person and is called an assassin, one kills hundreds and is called a terrorist, but, one kills millions and is called a conqueror. That is the basic difference. We all need to realize that we need to start spending to combat the global recession. We are the ones who need to pump the cash in and not the imbecile GOI. One last suggestion, if you are not able to spend properly or maintain the cash inflow, kindly transfer the money to my bank account. I will do the needful :).

And as the textbook says, friends do not judge each other. So, save the world from recession, after all Americans are the friendliest people on earth.

Open mind for a different view

How many of you have dared to say this to your boss? "I don't give a fuck". Just how many of you? Everyone has said it, without the lips moving, but, how many to the ones to whom it was meant to be? We do not say it, not because we lack courage, but, because we do not want to sour things up. We then pretend to be what we are not, do and say things that our heart dislikes. I don't give a fuck is almost as same as I love you. Here too we lack the gut factor, which might sour things up. Why? It is a simple reason. Rationally, for every action, there are three outcomes. Our point of view, the other's point of view and the truth. We are just open to our point of view that we tend to forget the truth. In the process of assessing the other’s point of view we again forget the truth. The truth is just ask this question to yourself "What will you do, if you weren't afraid?" You get an answer that is your heart's point of view. Ask this question "What is the stake?" Answer to this question will be your head's point of view. Strike a balance and you get your point of view. Oh! If you are a thinker, then think about yourself in the other's shoe. Ask the same pair of questions and you just get a hint of what his/her point of view because you are just wearing his/her shoes and mind you not the entire attire. After all this comes the truth. How? Get along and discuss it with each other and you arrive at it, because, my perspective is not yours and yours' is not his'. Open your mind and let it seep in and then say it loud and clear "I don't give a fuck" because if you really meant it, you would not have put the thinking cap on. You just would have said "I don't give a fuck".