Jagamum naan Ahamum naan

In the cool surroundings of Western ghats, In a warm city of Coimbatore, We flagged off our training, Our initial step to career. In a batch of 26 birds, flown from different places, With expectations high enough, to touch the sky!!! Classes tuned our rusted brains, from a student to professional; When skills to work were adding up, so was the pull to learn the cultures. The groups turned teams, Strangers seemed quite known; Frowns changed to smile, And everything around us, Looked like a pleasant dream. Now from batch mates to friends, We hold hands together, To raise who fall, to pull when one slacks And to be the best always!!!!

Wowowow!!!!! The pace at which one month went is amazing. Settling in coimbatore didn't take much time to me. Things are very much like chennai. I couldn't find much difference between chennai and cbe except for one thing. Shops just close by 9 in the evening. Couldn't even get a medicine in case of emergency. :( There are lots of amazing places here in CBE. Every weekend we make it a point to go around the place.Marudhamalai , ISKCON temple and waterfalls called kovai kuttralam and just roaming around in R.S.Puram. I feel ,I am roam around more after coming here to CBE than I was at chennai{Hopefully my parents don't read my blog}.I was never a movie maniac and here my friends make it a point that I come with them to movie atleast 2 in a month.It reminded me few of karthik's posts . Transport is too costly that it is almost drawing half of the money my mom funded me. Only thing that annoys us is the people over here give us a weird look as if we are downloaded righ

I know how sad you people are. I could see tears rolling down your cheeks. Thanks for reading my posts and for pooling in your valuable comments. Hope I revive all your attention back when I get back here.People I tagged;Do complete my tag huh... Ahemmm!!!! I am leaving for my training in TCS at Coimbatore this Saturday. And I heard the training is supposed to be hectic there. So will atleast try to visit around your blogs even if I couldn't post anything. Hey stop crying!!!!!This devil will be back again in another 2 months. So bubye for now. And Merry Christmas and Happy New Year in advance!!!!!

NY? was behind me; nagging me to finish the tag. Every time I meet him online he keeps asking me about this. So I thought will finish his work and scott free. This time I tag Syam (Natamai kandipa panuvaru nu oru nambikai), KK (for the last tag:tit for tat), Gils (No other go), Arun . The Unusual Endings “It was rather strange”, he muttered to himself as he pondered on what had been happening for the past three days, while walking out of the arrogant Itallian, Vencelli Darpkink’s 19th century office, which was home not only to its properator but also to pugent odors and queer looking sapeins from time to time. Meera Dias, was the name. They had first met when things were quiet off note. “Lagos wasn’t a place for summer spots”, he had warned her. What he heard now was troubling him even more. Congo was not something he had suggested either. There she was standing alone watching the sunset. This would be the best time to talk about Congo. “ Hello darling” he said. She stood reaction l

Cradled in the lap of majestic mountains of the Himalayas, Kashmir is the most beautiful place on earth. On visiting the Valley of Kashmir, Jehangir, one of the Mughal emperors, is said to have exclaimed: "If there is paradise anywhere on earth, it is here, it is here, it is here." Kashmir has a myth and history, language and literature, art and architecture, culture and tradition, and religion and ritual that is distinct, yet similar to the civilization of the Indian subcontinent. In this once happy valley with its peace-loving and crime-free people, Buddhism reached the zenith of its glory, Hinduism extended its philosophical frontiers into Shaivism and Shaktism, and Islam achieved a new meaning and practice in its tradition of Sufism. And, till very, very recent times it was paradise on earth. But now the paradise has been turned into hell. Jammu & Kashmir, the Crown of India has few interesting facts. I have just listed them. A state having 2 capitals. Srinagar as its

You remember the story???? Ok don’t gimme an expression like “Don’t be a ninny”. Agreed!!! You people did study well in KG’s. This was some experience I had in 2 different situations. I was staying at my uncle’s place for a week. That was a huge colony with 270 flats in them. A well equipped security system, security personnel (He is paid for having a comfortable sleep without his wife’s nagging) and what else to be secure. Now….. One lazy afternoon there was deafening noise in the corridor. I mistook that as some toy’s noise. But after some time, I heard a lot of commotion below. Just gave a peep and saw half of the people rushing down the stairs yelling “Fire Alarm”. Ohhh My God!!! That brought me back to senses. And asked my aunt to just lock the wooden door and come out. After hauling down 6 floors in rush, the security person told us very calmly( to my irritation) that it was some circuit problem and electricians are working on it. To worse, the lifts won’t work until the problem

I dunno what normally they call people who go to Mahabs in a day when North West Monsoon is at its best here; but I would have called them mad. And that was what I told my mom when she told me about Mahabs trip. I barked at her when she asked me to join with them. “ No way, Moving around in Mahabs in such a slushy day is not possible”. And the reason for me saying NO was because I thought none of people will be of my category. But luckily mom’s friends brought their kids too. My mom and her friends were giving their treat for their retiremen t. So it was arranged that a maxicab can be used to pick all of us from their respective places and go to Mahabs. We started off to Mahabs by 8:30. Reached Crocodile Park and roamed around for another 1 hour. Then had a sumptuous breakfast and went to Mahabs. Then started walking down the rocks starting from the Arjuna's penance to butter ball, Lighthouse, temple and then to five rathas. It’s after many years I am going there. My last visit w

Years after I saw her; Hearing her talk incessant, Watching her dance gracefully, Sensing her loving touch, She is still the same. Every time she raised and swarmed; When she fell to her knees; She was there eagerly to tell me some thing. Something that I lost track off. I went near; to hear her words, but wind blew them away. My thoughts wandered with that, And she went back to vastness. What was that she bubbled about? Why did she run away from me? I still stood listening to her gurgles, There she came again, from the vast expanse of darkness, With a multitude of friends, Gathering her strength on the way. It was time for me to leave, I convinced myself; She would tell me, All the worries of people, which she took away, How she had fun swaying towards the sand castles, And kids who jumped and danced with her, when we meet again My Dear waves!!!! Do remember me.

Here I am back… Was on a vacation.…. And now heart felt thanks to all the people who visited my blogsville. First time my blog post has 34 comments. Really excited :-) Now to tags!!!!! Gopal and Gils tagged me on the same topic. So listing down the weird characteristics of mine…. Water tap: I always felt that god connected my tear gland to water pipes. I cry [or should say tears come] for every single reason; when I am angry, laugh and to the most obvious fact when I am sad. Even when somebody gets bad scolding, tears roll down automatically. Though at times I feel the person deserves that punishment. Curd phobia: I hate curd, ice creams [doesn’t mean I don’t eat them], cream, butter, paneer and all the other forms related to this.. But the miracle is I love milk and ghee very much. I used to move away from people when they have curd rice as I couldn’t stand the stinking smell of curd. Tension Party: Just a stare is enough to bring me down to knees. I get

A professor stood before his Philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “yes”. The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. “ Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that t

I called the sun and he answered me I called the moon and she treasured me I called the stars and they cried for me When I called your name only silence came back to me. I called the earth and she befriended me I called the sky and she watched over me. I called the seas and they refreshed me. When I whispered your name only silence came back to me. I called the wind and he carried me I called the fire and he lit for me I called the animals and they sang for me When I spoke your name only silence came back to me. I've seen you pass with my very eyes I've seen you smile and my heart just sighs If only you were as good as you used to be Then the truth in you, I could see.

We imagined; all the places we can roam about, the new environment, the lush greenery, soft water and good looking Kerala guys. Sighhhhhhhhh. All these imaginations went down the drain. My training date has been preponed to 13th November and training center has been changed from Trivandrum to Coimbaotre. Just for the sake of 10 days I lost all the above said good things :-( Again settled back in TamilNadu. Till now we kept ourselves updating details about Trivandrum training center, the process is just in beginning state with Coimbatore. And the worse case is that this information came to us right after the day we booked tickets to Trivandrum. Now again had to cancel them and get tickets to Coimbatore. Hope Coimbatore turns out interesting atleast to some extent.

Aahaaaa…..Finally got something to post about. Was suffering from writer’s block... he.. hee.he. Spent a few days at my granny’s place with net access denied and got back home just this weekend. Now when I am back to blogsville something has taken back my writing skills. Thought too much about what to post and my mom could see a smoke coming through my ears. Now getting back to topic. Since I had no special work to carry on I was ransacking my shelves to find some good old books to read. My hands fell on a book and it was my Malayalam book. When my exams got over I was bent on making mom help me learn Malayalam. That turned out to be a disaster. Though I am a malayalee, being born and brought up in Chennai is the only reason I can’t read and write my mother tongue. That’s a shame. I wanted to learn before I reach trivandrum for my training at TCS. So with the same vigor I bought a book to help me, since mom had certain confusion with new version and started learning the alphabets. Afte

Alone I am, there stood the crowd, with thoughts I never agree, facts that is lost with the fastness of maddening crowd. Alone I am, there stood the crowd, customs being changed, love tending to be materialistic, care shown as part of rhythm; that beats at regular interval. Time flew away with loving hearts, replaced then with stone walls. Alone I am, there stood the crowd, when I believed, time will heal; gap just deepened after every beat. Lost track of world, where life was meandering me to. But knew the things happening, were not the one I wanted to. Alone I am, there stood the crowd, I searched for souls who believe in my thoughts. But met a few who lost hope, and some who never knew, also saw few who still; thinks this is the way the world works. Never did I lose hope, I kept telling them, what a false frame we are in. But my words flew above head, which is lost in the world’s trend. Alone I am, there stood the crowd.

The day before Onam I went to C.A.R.S India to get my car serviced. This time I decided won’t leave the car there and have things changed according to their wish. It was their business tactics to send a huge bill home. So gave the mechanic a list of things I wanted them to check. He barely gave attention to what I told. I wanted him to change the coolant and I told that thrice to get his attention to it. Then he gave me Pooh-these-lady-drivers kinda look. Sat there for 3 hours and finally they brought me a huge bill as usual. I asked about coolant once again and he told me he knows about cars much better than me. How cheeky. "Wait till something goes wrong, will take care of you then" I thought but mumbled a thanks and left. And to his bad luck and mine too; car’s air condition stopped working when I was returning back from Granny’s place. When I checked up the things found that the coolant was not changed. Just added up some amount of water and had to drive back home without

After 2 hours of boring work of changing my template and again arranging things to my sidebar; I got comments saying that it was not good. Oops...What a big problem..The old template was kinda boring ... For the past few days was thinking about changing it. But then, this coding work is too boring. Peeping into other's line of code..Uuuffff...Tough job... I think this template is good. Atleast I hope I get good comments about this...:-) Amma kuda Onam sapadu ku help panaren per vazhi nu poi nala payasam saptu vanthutu vera velai illama panathu thaan ithu.Anga amma thorathitanga. So bad donkey small wall nu vanthuten net ku. Anyway Happy Teacher's Day and Happy Onam to all...

Till date I never read a book consecutively twice. But I had to; in this case. When I completed reading the book first time I was too lost in facts to miss the emotions. I felt hatred, devotion, anger and a confused feeling towards British, Indian Leaders, Mohammed Ali Jinnah and Gandhi in that order. I was surprised how little I knew about my mother land. The Empire was 'heavy with gold, black with industrial soot, and red with the blood of conquest.' Collins and Lapierre open the book on New Year's Day, 1947 -- London awakes to filth of its own country. The reader is taken on a journey of significant events that lead to the independence of India. On the way you will be introduced to many brilliant characters that shaped the history of India and have left a mark that is still evident. The authors’ attempt to justify everything done by the British Indian Empire by concealing the atrocities brought about by them during their so-called Raj in India. Collins and Lapierre skip

Since I posted about Vishu and its specialties, let me tell you about Onam too, the principal festival of Kerala. This picturesque harvest festival brings ten days of colour feasting, boat races, song and dance to the state. A long time ago, an Asura (demon) king called Mahabali ruled Kerala. He was a wise, benevolent and judicious ruler and beloved of his subjects. The Devas or Gods were worried over the wise and good rule of Mahabali, the Asura king, thinking that he might become too powerful. They sought the help of Vishnu (the preserver in the Hindu trinity) to curb Mahabali's power. Vishnu transformed himself into a dwarf called Vamana and approached Mahabali while he was performing a yajna and asked for alms. The Vamana asked for a simple gift — three paces of land — and the king agreed to it. Vishnu in the guise of Vamana then increased his stature and with the first step covered the sky, blotting out the stars, and with the second, straddled the netherworld. Realizing that

After all the hype and reviews, I was not so keen to watch KANK. But then with no specific job in hands, we thought we will just make it to Karan's controversial film. The film as a whole didn’t impress me. Karan just sugar coated the bitter pill. Film seemed to be too influenced with Hollywood theories. Even the hard core SRK fans {like me} found it difficult to enjoy the film. I just describe that film as “pot of glassy-eyed relationships”. I felt the director fumbling about pairing the characters at the end of the film. KANK gang deals with infidelity, with broken marriages standing in the way of true love; Karan has manufactured dreams in wonderful abundance, right from the Kuch Kuch Hota Hai to Kal Ho Naa Ho . Tragically, he too seems struck by the 'Substance Syndrome'. Only thing that appealed to me in this film was the usual Johar’s glitzy setting, sings and star heavy direction. I think the story needs no explaination. It is already cluttered. Let me not make it a

With 60th year of Independence around the corner, my friend created this video . It is best viewed on display resolution of 1024 * 768 Happy Independence Day!!!!

Avadi- The place I am quite attached to, my native, my world and my cute little town. When I mentioned this place to my college mates I ended up with too many questions about the place. Since my college and home were at two corners of city I need to spend more than 3 hours a day traveling to college and back home. To my friends I hail from a village and some even say that I stay at Tamil Nadu Border. For a person who spent his life in the crowded, dusty city will never know what it is to stay in such a calm place where I get water all through out the day and need not depend on bottled water there is no need to spend thousands on setop box I can sleep peacefully without the noise of vehicles disturbing me all night You find all kind of people; a purely cosmopolitan life Need not adjust with in a flat where neither the land nor the sky is ours And still many more to keep listing... Now will tell you about my little town............. Avadi - A rmoured V ehicles and A

RISHI VALLEY EDUCATION CENTRE CHITTOOR DISTRICT, ANDHRA PRADESH - 517352 INDIA TEL: 91-8571-280044/280086/280582/280622 EMAIL: OFFICE@RISHIVALLEY.ORG Read about this school in “The Hindu” today. I just got amazed by the facts and decided to look into this matter and googled about it. I ended up in reading about this wonderful school and thought it needs a place in my blog… Rishi Valley Education Centre is run by Krishnamurti Foundation India. It is located in a sheltered valley in the interior of rural Andhra Pradesh, which is located in a drought-prone area, the hill slopes were once sparse in vegetation and the valley floor dotted with an occasional banyan or tamarind tree. The site of the school, chosen by Krishnamurti for its remarkable atmosphere of peace and serenity, is an undulating landscape of fields, rain-fed streams and scattered villages, surrounded by ancient granite hills with striking rock formations. Years of sustained reforestation and water conservation

This news about blogger being blocked by ISPs just came to my ears through my friend.But then I found lot of websites refering about this. Here I found a list of ISPs that has blocked the web sites. This is denial of freedom of speech and the right to express one's views.When did Indian Government changed their views about being democratic???? Luckily till now my ISP has not blocked blogger. Few comments and info about this are found here and here

TCS people got fed up with our calls and mails flooding their inboxes and decided to inform us our joining date.Yesterday I got my call letter from them for ILP[So-called-Initial Learning Program] So I will be joining TCS on 23rd November and my training will be at Trivandrum. Atleast now I need not smile sheepishly and say Dunno when I am asked about joining..... :-)

Hate me today, hate me everyday I don't want to be a part of ur life Days we spent be the best memories So hate me today, hate me every day. Loved u a lot, cried for u a lot Still u cheated, Still u hurted Where did I go wrong that u left me alone So hate me today, hate me every day. U never knew what I had for u U thought that I never had love for u So I dont think u love me any more So hate me today, hate me every day. U never let me know ur feelings Why did I say mine like a fool Love me never, hate me forever So hate me today,hate me every day. I never knew I could write a poem But this is the way to express my love I am shocked to see a poem on u from me So hate me today, hate me every day. I read this in a scrap book and made few alterations.. I just liked the poem. That's why posted it here in my blog.

Come and meet me- I am your YESTERDAY. Long was the day, and long was the way. Forget me not,b'coz I was your Day. Come and meet me- I am your TODAY. I stand in your doorway, knock!And I will show you the way. Do what you can to make it gay. For all too soon, It will go away. Come and meet me- I am your TOMORROW. I'm a bit broad and narrow, But when you find my sight I am the one who brings A ray of light............

A man is lucky to be the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky to be the last love of a man. -Charles Dickens What an exact statement!!!!!

I would like to raise toasts to few people!!!! It was my friend’s birthday yesterday and after many years of messing the plans, I made it this time. Every year her birthday plans will go on hay fire and this time unexpectedly it went on well. Happy Birthday Vishnu Priya !!!! My friends Jagadish and Barath are going to their respective offices from this Monday. No more leisure and sleepy days for those busy bees. Cheers to both of them!!!! All the Best for the future Jagadish and Barath. It was Barath’s treat yesterday and his meticulous plans worked out very well. We really enjoyed the day and food. It was after long time we had a chance to be together. Thanks Barath.

Barath wrote about 10 things he hates the most and wanted me to follow the suit. So here comes that list. Hate being compared with someone else on what ever grounds it may be. Prepare for something at the last moment. See someone crying. Inattentiveness from my friends to my requests. Waking me up early on Sundays. People without guts. Being cheated. Compelling me to do something that I am least interested about. Football-the most unruly game. Laziness.

Day 1: Started off by 4:00 AM in the morning and reached Guruvayoor by 7:30 PM. We took many breaks to reduce the stiffness and for lunch, tea. Driving through Kerala was the most difficult part as the drivers there were rash. We were in a dilemma about the trip as it was raining heavily in Kerala but to our luck there was no rain and so driving through small lanes of Kerala was not a problem Day 2: Guruvayoor was less crowded and had darshan twice. Started from there to native- Chelakara [Trissur] by 3:00 PM and the drive were wonderful with lush green forests on both sides and winding roads. Reached relative’s place and had hot tea and walked around 4 kms to my ancestral home. Quite a dilapidated place! Full of rubber trees and weeds! A gardener would have to toil hard to make that place livable. The walk was through thotu varambu [A walkway on the banks of rivulet] I really enjoyed the walk. Mom got sentimental and she was showing me the ground and places she spent her summer vacat

I am totally excited about the Kerala trip. Stop! Why should I be??? This is not the first time I am going to Kerala? The reason is I have been planning this trip for past 3 years and every time I make arrangements and my exams will be right on that date. So this time no exams can spoil my trip. Wait; there is another reason for being excited. This time the traveling mode is also different. We [My uncle & me] decided to get to Kerala in car. So this is going to be my first long drive. [Longest drive] Mom also has planned to visit our family deity temple. It’s considered to be too old and I have never visited that temple. But the news report about heavy rain in Kerala is making things difficult for us. May be we complete the trip successfully….. Phir milenge break ke badh.

I entered the blog world with inspiration from Jagadish and started off on full swing with his valuable comments. And now this is my 50th post. My sincere thanks to all the visitors and comments they left that encouraged me to continue blogging.

I meant to put this as comment to my friend's post but then decided against it since it was too long. I am just giving reasons for his accusations , so to get a clear picture plz go thr' his post.Here goes my list. 1)Women don't take the option of staying at home unless her husband says so. Men [not generalizing] are selfish enough to make her stay at home so that he gets things done on time. 2)Men can study at any point of life but woman cannot do that once if she is bound to a family. 3)Girl’s parents need to spend more at the time of marriage and so they decide to compensate that in education. To avoid this Government provides free education. 4)Women are ready to share men’s burden provided they are given enough support. [I meant mental support] 5)Women would love to take care of her parents but societal rules does not allow that. 6)People misinterpret women's nature of seeing things. She checks on family background to know what kinda person he is and that is not t

Dress doesn’t matter the number matters here. Coming to the actual post; was casually speaking about dresses to my friend and he got aghast with the number of sets I said I have. I was expecting this reaction, since it was not the first time I am getting this reaction. Once when I informed my friend that I am on my way to T.Nagar, he complained I shop too much [spendthrift]. Does going to T.Nagar refer to shopping only for me???? I never knew it had such an explanation. And now in this discussion, the immediate response was number of pants and shirts in his custody. Unluckily guys; counting only on the formal wear get few options to choose from-either checked or stripped or plain and a few selection of colors either grey or blue or black or brown or shades that vary with these colors. So obviously the number doesn’t exceed 10 or 15. Moreover the stripes and checks make no big difference. And when gals say a huge count [according to guys] the fact is that they have variety to choose fro

Today it was not so good for me. Had series of unlucky incidents; Started off by 10:00 to grandma’s place Bus came only half an hour later It was already moving too slowly and got break down jst in the middle of no where Walked for 10 minutes to reach nearest bus stop None of the buses were stopping and finally had to argue with the conductor to help us board another bus Finally reached the place by 12:15 Took an auto to grandma’s house Auto driver refused to go into the street for the bargained price and left us in main road Again walked for another 15 minutes in scorching sun When I got there, it was EB maintenance shut down So didn’t have cold water to quench thirst But then had good lunch and came back home with no great happenings Isn’t it a horrible day altogether?????

An old version of story.... The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.The grasshopper thinks the ant's a fool and laughs, dances & plays the summer away.Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold. The modern version ...... The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant's a fool and laughs, dances & plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving. BBC, CNN, EURO-NEWS, NDTV, FOX NEWS show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food. The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this po

When offered God showers But when wanted Things move away If life comes as wishes Humans forget the God’s power Now too cluttered With life’s options Paths unraveled before me, Welcomes me with happiness Will things go per wish? Or that leads to ditch? Too confused to decide but Still clear before my eyes, Is this what life has to offer me?

I was tagged by Harini and now will write on 10 pleasures of life 1. Love to stand and get drenched in rain, though the consequences I face; especially my mom’s wrath is horrible. 2. Driving through winding lanes with greenery on both sides. 3. Lay cuddled in bed on a lazy afternoon and read Enid Blyton’s story books [sounds kiddish???] 4. Spend time with friends by talking sweet nothings. 5. Looking at old photos and going down the memory lane. 6. When I think I am tired and get to bed after dinner and find myself wide awake looking at the roof of my room silently…those silent moments. 7. Listening bed time stories from my mom. 8. The high fives exchanged when the event that we prepared for months comes out successful. 9. Cute forwards from friends that remind that u hav people out there to share your feelings. 10. Last few months of college life that provided me with many new good friends. The pleasures I listed may be very few of the 1000's I have in mind. I shortlisted the one

Finally finished my exams; the only pre–requisite that was left for me to become an engineer. Now will have plenty of jobless days before they call me.

The Jaya TV’s news report “கலைஞரின் கைமாறு “ about the connections between Nalini, the main accused in Rajiv Gandhi Assassination and DMK leader was a gud job by the reporters. Leaving behind the political factors the fact that made me write this blog- Nalini. May 21st 1991[My parent’s wedding Anniversary]; the day dawned with news reporting about cruel death of Rajiv Gandhi. The LTTE’s first trial to kill our Prime Minister at Airport failed and Thenmuli Rajaratnam A.K.A Dhanu the suicide bomber succeeded to accomplish that in Chennai. Nalini and Murugan were at Chennai to get information about the movements and the plans. When the Jain’s commission submitted the report, all the 26 accused, including five women, have been sentenced to death in the Rajiv Gandhi assassination case. Terrorist and Disruptive Activities (Prevention) Act court Special Judge V Navaneetham also held the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam and its supremo Velupillai Prabhakaran responsible for the assassination.

Had a superb darshan at Tirupathy, nearly stood at sanctum sanctorum for 4 solid minutes with no pushing and Jarugandi. Really was lucky for this superb darshan.Only thing that was horrible was the soaring climate with 42 degrees.

Veesum kaatrukku poovai theriyaadha Paesum kan nukku ennai puriyaadha Anbae undhan paerai thaanae virumbi kaetkiren Poagum paadhai engagum unna i thirumbi paarkiren (Veesum kaatrukku…) ennaiyae thirandhaval yaar avalo uyirilae nuzhaindhaval yaar avalo vazhiyai matithaal malarai koduthaal mozhiyai parithaal mounam koduthaal maeghamae maeghamae aruginal vaa thaagathul moozhginen parugida vaaa (Veesum kaatrukku…) sirikkiraen idhazhgalil malarigiraay azhuginraen thuligalaay nazhuviguraay vizhigal muzhudhum viralaa irulaa vaazhkai payanam mudhala mudiva sarugena udhirgiraen thanimaiyilae mounamaay erigiraen kaadhalilae maegham poalae enn vannuil vandhavalae yaaro avalukku needhaan ennavalae maegha maegha maegha koottam nenjil koodudhey undhan paerai solli solli minn al oadudhey (Veesum kaatrukku…) What a wonderful way to express love....am a gr8 fan to this song..especially the mesmerizing voices of Unnikrishnan[person tooooo :)]

Going to exercise my duty for the second time………This time rightfully with voter’s ID card …. “The right to vote is sacred right “….So Happy Voting Day………………

Continuing Barath’s post, this week’s Sangamam was truly amazing. It was about National Award winning songs of SPB and Chitra. The songs were amazing and one thing that should be brought to notice is that for a person who has around 35000 songs in bag got ONLY ONE National Award for Tamil. To be truthful, the song to which he was awarded is something quite ordinary when there are umpteen songs which he sang worth National Awards. May be late recognition is our specialty. An award on time has its own value. Many times the awards are given posthumously where that just serves as a momento. His work should be given timely recognition atleast in the later years.

Don’t get confused with title. Not a part of Science Fiction certainly.Time Machine takes you to past years of our wish [as fiction says….]. I felt I was on one, these 4 days. I reached granny’s place with a plan to spend few days with my cousin [Barath] before he packs to U.S. But that turned out to a summer vacation similar to ones we spent on our childhood days. Those vacations begin when my cousin arrives from Calcutta . Barath, my uncle and I – the usual trio had superb time together. It has been years together we spent time together. I felt as if I am back to my childhood days spending vacation with books, beach and bed time stories. We started off with our usual outing which has predefined locations beginning with an hour’s duration in Higginbotham [with quota of 2 books per head], then dip in Marina and finally dinner at Jewel Box. Spent the whole Sunday at home playing all childish games like translating songs, turn based story telling and cricket. These game

Yadevi Sarva Bootheshu Lakshmi Rupena Samastita Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha. The new trend in Chennai, a valid reason to buy gold, a method to invest money before the prices increases-the other reasons given to this festive. The jewellers keep introducing many offers like price reduction, advance booking and what not for this festive. How many of you know the real reason behind this festival????? This festival is celebrated by two important religious groups. Akshaya tritiya or Akshaya Trutiya Festival is a very well known festival and popular festival of Jain peoples of India. Akshya tritiya festival is celebrate on the third month of the Vaishakha.The Bhagwan Rishabdev performed the Parana (completion of an austerity) on the day of akshya tritiya after fasting for one year continuously. Many people perform the austerity of Varsity complete the austerity on this day by taking sugar cane juice in the cool shadow of Shatrunjay. Akshaya tritiya festival is observed i

As far as we have heard, youngsters with political background were the only so-called-youth expected in politics. It has been a very famous group discussion topic “Youth in politics “. But now it may be time to put youth in politics. A party made of youngsters and filled with their energy-LokParitran party. Heard of this name??? Yeah …This name at present appears in all channels, messages and papers. The IIT’ians has come forward to bring educated people into politics. The party is contesting in many places in Chennai at Assembly polls including Chepauk where the LokParitran contestant is taking on DMK chief. The party at present works with 200 volunteers and 750 members almost half of them from IT industries and students. The party national president Tanmay believes there is non-zero probability to win the elections. With just 2 parties in Chennai and public disinterested with both of them ,a third party which can prove itself worthy will certainly have a great future. B

With only 2 festivals to celebrate, blogging about them would be right way to do justice to them. വിഷൂ is the first mallu festival that is coming after I started blogging. It is celebrated in first day in the Malayalam month of Medam . Vishu is unique. This is a symbol of the unostentatious Malayalee and so Vishu is free from the usual pomp and show and merry-making associated with other festivities . This occasion signifies the Sun's transit to the zodiac Mesha Mesha Raasi as per Indian astrological calculations. The festival is marked with offerings to the divine called Vishukanni . The kani-kanal is the main event of the day. The night before Vishu, the mistress of the h ouse prepare the kani . We believe that the fortunes for the year depend upon the nature of the object one sees first in the morning of Vishu Day. So preparation is everything! Raw rice is put in a circular bell-metal vessel known as 'Uruli' and over it a folded newly washed cloth is sp

To start with a usual cliché…..The first day of my college life still remains fresh in heart.105 minutes of bus journey to just reach college sounded too long duration to travel and that too everyday. The initial phases of college days traveling exhausted me to core and time I spent at home was just not enough to renew my energy. The classes, notes and mid semester exams were dealt with seriously. [After all I am fresh to the so-called-college life] The first Achiever’s day function at college where hogging is the only serious business of concern and returning late to home by 12:00 reminds me how childish I was. The college has given me many new experiences and lots of new friends. Hailing from a totally different environment college did show me many faces of life. The time we spent rehearsing for the college day performances and cultural function and the hungama we made those days are quite memorable. Not to leave the department symposiums where we came to know many new people. The p

Now with farewell day coming around the corner I got this mail and thought it would suit the situation very well. Gone are the days o f Sports Day and the annual School Day and the one-month long preparations for them. Gone are the days o f the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams and the most enjoyed holidays after them! Gone are the days o f tenth and twelfth standards, when we spent almost the whole year writing revision tests! Gone are the days w hen we used to talk for hours with our friends! Now we don't have time to say a `Hi'! Gone are the days w hen we played games on the road! Now we code on the road with laptop! Gone are the days w hen we saw stars shining at Night! Now we see stars when our code doesn't work! Gone are the days w hen we sat to chat with Friends on grounds! Now we chat in chat rooms.....! Gone are the days w here we studied just to pass! Now we study to save our job! Gone are the days w here we had no money in our pockets and still fu

•Got up early morning or else better call it morning. •Finished all normal chores came back to system{the usual hang out point these days} •Switched on system & logged on to orkut •Sent an Gud Morning message to every one in the list •Was searching 4 some one to while away the time •Finally had no other way logged out •Did some documentation[Final year project] work {toooo bugging job} •Logged on to orkut again sent Gud Afternoon message .No one responded back[Am I the only person jobless???? :(] •Ahaaaaaaaaaaa one responds, hmm so I am not alone •Then had a heavy lunch and saw some useless film in K TV{Don’t ask me the name didn’t know that} •And now again logging into orkut to say Gud Evening to ppl.

Believe that you're special, through the hurt and the pain, for sunshine will come,after the rain. Hold on to your dreams, let them not die and live not in torment by questioning why? The answers are somewhere and sometimes unkind, with so many reasons you will never find. Be true to yourself, don't be what you're not, for often you'll find, you're all that you've got. Don't become battered by games people play and don't take to heart what others may say. You've got so much life and so much to give, go out and enjoy it, go out there and live! Though heartaches are many and tears they will flow, the more that you live the more you will grow. There are many that love you, don't ever forget, let the past be a lesson, you do not regret. Getting back to bloggin business again after a long gap!!!!!!!

Sat continuously for 2 hours to watch d superb match [This doesn’t happens often]!!! Wat a gr8 match it was…………I enjoyed every single moment. Luckily had my project work got completed in morning and was totally free to watch Indians bat. When match was going on with equal number of runs with equal number of balls & the wicket of Sachin I thought itz going to be tough. Fall of wickets to Indians refers to loss of their belief. And always wickets keep falling immediately after the 5th one. But today Dhoni did a wonderful job. He deserves the every single applause and every single bang he got on his back [:)] .He pulverized Pakistanis’ to submission. The required run rate scooped down on Dhoni’s arrival. His style and the risk he took was superb and was with perfect timing .Really I became fan of Dhoni in just today’s match.

Is it General hospital or Govt: Hospital or (Gorgeous, gratuitous recovery provider, genius doctors, good enough facilities) hospital????? I visited GH today and was astonished at itz clean and healthy environment. All private hospitals stand no-where near this one. The treatment given here is almost free for low-income group. The patient whom I visited was in his convalescence period after an important operation. The total amount he paid for the period of 2 days is just Rs 40/-. It would not be the same in any private hospitals.The place looks spic & span and even if there is anything thats becuase of our people's actions.The place is visited by lakhs of people and it requires a solid working hours to keep that clean. The real history of GH is like this:It is perhaps the country's first hospital was set up over 300 years ago in Chennapatna, now Chennai. It was Governor Edward Winter who set up that hospital at Fort. St. George, for the British residents. On October 15,

Saare jahan se achcha, Hindustitha hamara hamara, Saare jahan se achcha. There was once a time when I used to wake up early and go for the Republic Day parade that happens in my school. Every year the parade contains the proud productions of Tank Factory. Vijayanta, T-72 [Defense tanks] is always the BEST that Indian Defense Organizations could develop. On that day people were allowed to get into tanks and have a small ride [Shuld I call it pleasure ride or a proud Indianism]. My dad used to show me the techniques and parts he worked with. These were a routine for every Independence & Republic Day. Life in defense colony is always a wonderful experience. A series of similar quarters, shady roads, and a small market that contains everything you require. It can be taken as the most comfortable life. The colony is placed away from city’s dusty life. You can find lots of greenery and vacant spaces left just for trees to grow. When Chennai city faces water scarcity you won’t experience

Got that book from my friend to drive away the boredom. I found it too hard to continue reading it with the first few chapters. Even I just closed it down in the midway b’coz of the slow pace of story. Recently Time Magazine made a lists of top 100 English Language novels from 1923 to the present and this book was listed. So started off again to find out how it got into that list. The plot and my views about that book: Plot: Randle Patrick McMurphy... He's a man full of life, and the will to live. It's hard to describe his character in full. He's been committed to an asylum from a normal prison. It's been rumored that he got in there intentionally to get out of prison labor. From the moment he enters the building it's war between he and the dictator, I mean head nurse, who runs the ward. She has all of the authority, and he only the will to set the balance right. I don't want to give away the story so that's all I can give you. According to me: It's be