Jagamum naan Ahamum naan

A New Year, a new start and a new life… Wishing you all a very Happy and Prosperous New Year!!! I am just peeping in here months later… Hope this New Year gives me enough time to start my bugging here. Thought will collect few sweet memories of 2007. Year started with a bash, probably the best New Year Eve I have celebrated. A huge cake and half wasted on faces. Loads of silly games… And hours and hours of talking…. All happened in my training period Got posting to Chennai and my parents were happy about it. Was assigned to an amazing team and the work was so enjoyable. And so on and on…. Finally now at the end of the year with a change in my status from Single to Committed, 2008 has dawned with fun and happiness. Hope 2008 would bring luck and all the happiness we wish for!!!!

Living in a flat…. Does the space constraint irritate you….All bored and bugged… I had the same thoughts, when the job necessitated me to shift to a flat from a spacious independent home with copious water. I always used to say (Or complain) neither the land is ours; or the sky. But the real fun in flats, I just came to know today. In a community of 298 flats, today I visited the Golu, they had arranged in the common hall. And also it was day for dhandiya today. All the kids over here girls dressed in ghaghara and guys dressed in kurta, it was amazing and cute. The first round of dance was by kids and a second round by all elders (All oldies and the newbies). It was cool to see people dancing without any inhibition. When India won against Pakistan, they made it a point to celebrate with all pomp with drums and fireworks. Even our cricketers wouldn’t have celebrated their victory that way. Probably, this is where the real fun in flats lies. The spirit of oneness and the enthusiasm reall

Signed in to net after a month's gap.!!!!! (Just a month's gap???? It looked to me like a millennium). Saw the Blogger dashboard blinking at me and accusing “You updated me July 29th. Do I still mean the same to you???” Conscious stricken I patted on its shoulder and said the devil is back again. Without net at home and almost 14 hour schedule in office I felt totally disconnected from the outside world for the past 2 months. Now with the usual josh I am hoping to be back again with my non-sense posts. Hope I still have my friends out there to read my posts and comment.

With Harini’s help; here I am to write 5 weird things about me, again !!!! Lemme think how much I could cook up. 1) When I eat spicy food and eyes are red, tears running down, I end up drinking hot water. I somehow feel quite comfortable with that. 2) I can stay without food and water a whole day but can’t keep my mouth shut for long time. I love to talk, talk and talk. Many times it turns out to be non- sense too.. Ahem… 3) My mom hates when I get wet in rain. I really love to see those popping eyes of hers when I get back home wet from head to toe. Though getting wet in rain is something I really love; many a times I have wondered whether I did that just to see my mom getting irritated. Harini; “5” is too huge a count. :-) And to just add up, this is my 100th post. Thanks to all the wonderful friends out there who read and pooled in their comments that encouraged me to keep writing.

Have you ever heard the birds? Composing music on the trees Or listened to the rains In a cold evening with breeze. Time is short, Don’t run so fast, Life is not going to last. Have you let a friendship die? Simply because you have not time to say “Hi”, Or someone asked you “How are you”, And you didn’t find time to reply. Time is short, Don’t run so fast, Life is not going to last. Did you ever feel the morning bliss? And felt like your day is made, Or simply went to office as usual, And slogged there for getting paid. Time is short, Don’t run so fast, Life is not going to last. Did you ever take a day off? From your daily chores to rest, Or simply went on running each day, As though you are on a quest. Time is short, Don’t run so fast, Life is not going to last. How far will you go my friend? Every road here has an end, So better halt now and look around, And try to hear your hearts sound. Stop running now, Before you tell yourself, Life has ended, I don’t know how.

No deadlines, No need to stare at monitor for hours together; forgetting time and food, and..... I would have had time to spend with friends, respond back to all their SMS and don’t keep giving people promises that I will call them back. Sad….. This also explains about my sporadic visits to blogs world. When I looked at the college photo, it reminded me every minute of that amazing 4 years of my life. The time just flew away. .... The first day in my college, feeling quite alien to the place, like a rabbit out of its burrow .... the bus journey to my college which took solid 3 hours of my day, but all the funny incidents attached to it .... The Neveili Industrial visit, getting up at 4 and reaching back home late by 11.30 with my parents waiting in doorstep with full josh to scold me .... Friends who turned me to a movie maniac and all the weekend rendezvous at friend’s place to watch movies .... The pre-final year tour to Kerala, and it was my first tour with friends, making it even

Have you ever spent time thinking about a task you need to tackle but keep putting off, then spend time telling yourself you just must get started and wondering when you will start it, and then feeling guilty because you are working on other tasks instead. Yet this one keeps hanging over your head. If this sounds familiar, you may be one of the many people who procrastinate. Putting off the inevitable, sometimes until a deadline is staring you in the face, causes the highest stress level, and results in managing time by crises. There are many reasons why people procrastinate. For some it happens occasionally under specific circumstances, and for others, it is a way of life. Here we will explore a few of the reasons behind why people procrastinate. 1. Poor work habits. These people procrastinate on everything. They are so far behind that they are constantly trying to keep up with yesterday. Boy, talk about high stress!! Their response is usually, “I work best under pressure.” If the tr

When tears fall life just wants to let you know that you’re alive and you’re here. It wakes you up from that long deep sleep, where you are trapped in this dream... A world of yours made up of diamonds. Wipe your tears now the soul is done crying let your heart feel what you really feel. Now, breathe… inhale this pain this experience it’ll only make you stronger. For life awaits you! Stand up and walk. The road ahead is long and lonely. Only those who stands up from the dust of their defeat have the chance finding the answers… those who weep find themselves alone in the desert of their ignorance!!! Exhale… for you’ve tasted the best thing that life has to offer… and that is to live.

The songs in Sivaji are with the usual josh of A.R.R. But this specific song has a special touch to it. The voice of Udit Narayanan and Chinmayi has blended well in to the music. Though there are very less words in the song to express the romantic atmosphere; the music does it in perfectly. Sahana Saaral Thoovutho ? Sahara Pokkal Poothatho ?? Sahara Pokkal Poothatho ? Sahana Saaral Thoovutho ?? En Vinveli Thalaikku Mel Thiranthatho ? Adada... Antha Vennila Veettukkul Nulainthatho ? Athu Yennudan Theyneer Kondatho ?? Kanavo ? Nijamo ?? Kadhal Manthiramo ? Oraayiram Aandugal Semitha Kaadhalithu.. Nooraayiram Aandugal Thaandiyum Vaazhumithu... ( Sahana.... ) Thalai Muthal Kaal Varai Thavikkindra Thoorathai Ithalkalil Kadanthuvidu.. Un.. Meesayin Mudiyendra Melliya Saaviyil Pulankalai Thiranthuvidu.. Boomikkum Vaanukkum Virikindra Thoorathai Pookkalil Nirappattumaa ? Pookkalin Saalayil Poo Unnai Yenthiyey Vaanukku Nadakkattumaa ?? ( Sahana... ) My sincere apology to those; who couldn’t mak

Sometimes it's hard to write the words That you, my dear, should see. Or say the things that you need to hear, Or be as I should be. You grow so fast and learn so much It's hard for me each day. To say or do just what is best, To help along the way. Should I be silent or give advice Should I answer yes or no Should I have control - set many rules, Or simply let you go One thing is certain...I'll make mistakes, And some will seem hard to mend. But if nothing else seems clear right now, Know that you can always count on me as your friend.

Yeah I know it’s rather too late to talk about fools but still couldn’t resist writing one. How many of you went around fooling people??? Those were the days when we used to plan for the whole week to fool some one on April 1st and now... I hardly remembered the day when my friend sent a usual birthday SMS that gets forwarded. Not just us there was Google too playing jokes on us. The gmail paper was one such joke. Even I didn’t notice it. It was my friend who pointed out to me. I think he got fooled...He...He... Gmail promised it customers that it would print the hard copy of your mails and deliver it to your home. Even the attachments like photos would be printed on a on high-quality, glossy photo paper, and secured to your Gmail Paper with a paper clip. And to make it look true, gmail spoke about the environment “Gmail Paper is made out of 96% post-consumer organic soybean sputum, and thus, actually helps the environment. For every Gmail Paper we produce, the environment gets increme

Anything for you Maam is another story from an IIT’ian. THERE is no doubt that you have to be very, very smart to get into IIT. IIT’ians- The name just reminds you big spectacled human species who always know only one kinda entertainment-books, books and books. But there is a difference between smart and talented. And here you find one really talented. Flagged off by Chetan, Tushar Raheja, another student at IIT, Delhi, has written one of the funniest books in recent times. Raheja is able to sustain his style with pretty lightweight plot material — an IIT Delhi boy in love, planning a journey to Chennai to meet his girl friend. He has this instinctive ability to hold your attention with narrative deviations that illuminate disparate subjects — the charm of campus life, stupid and pig-headed Professors, the advantage of having many sisters (you get a chance to date their friends), the adventure of train travel in India, the joy of an early winter in Delhi (the weather encourages you to

Once upon a time, long long ago, so long ago I was tagged by Harini . I think next time I meet her without finishing this she would be ready to smack me.[I could see faces brightening up; sorry don’t be so happy she will not do it hopefully] I was officially declared to be a member of executive council of technologists [Atleast for sake of being declared engineer; I should be proud about it right??] last Saturday. Yeah it was my convocation. We just attended the function for the first half of the day and made plans for the rest. I didn’t even know who the chief guest was. Let me not deviate from the purpose of the post. Dreams… Ahem… Just because our president asked us to dream; I am here to bug you. I am flying in an aero plane to be more precise I am flying it and it gets hijacked and the person who hijacks the plane come and orders me to direct plane to Swiss [ A place I love to go]. I simply thank the hijacker and went on tour. Passengers???? Rest???? Grrrr my mom woke me up at th

Probably we would have read this as a forward or deleted it without reading. But now.. Lets take time to read it. One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She n

My parents were watching Amrita T.V. They were so involved into it and I thought would peep in to see what it was. It was some voice hunt kinda thing among kids in Kerala. It was called Super Junior contest. So just settled to see few of them perform and seeing them; I felt small. When I was in my school, I used to be a part of every elocution and dance competition. Then facing judges and people were not even a matter of concern. For that case; in one Tamil Mandram's Poem recitation competition, my mom prepared me to recite a good Kanadasan’s Poem. I don’t know what made me do so. I went to the stage and sang “Atho paaru kakka , Kadaile vikuthu shika, Ponnu vara shokka, Ezhundu poda mooka.” Imagine me singing this song when all my friends were reciting good poems. I was in 3rd standard at that time. I don’t know how I got the guts to sing such a nasty song right in front of the crowd and that too in a competition. Imagine the reaction of the judges on the stage. After such daring

Gotcha…. It’s about the same fact. When a simple [Ok bad adjective...Agreed] but cute actress of Indian film industry enrolled into an event faced racial discrimination, it hit headlines, but why did we leave poor doctors in Britain unnoticed? Just because she is Shilpa Shetty and they are just doctors? That’s really sad. Thousands of foreign doctors who came to Britain to work in the National Health Service could be forced home, after the London High Court backed the government's controversial decision to change the rules on immigration. And the new law was called “Highly Skilled Migrant Programme”. Hospitals must prove that vacant posts could not be filled by British or European Union practitioners before they recommend foreign doctors for work permits. Will I ever say that my citizens are not worth enough and please send me some people to serve my country??? The court found that the government's new points system, which disregards any previous UK work experience and does not

Back again to form.... After lots of unimportant but unavoidable work around, here I am back to this world. Now started working in full swing in office. So all TCS'ians, please do tell me how you keep blogging, when all the sites are being blocked. ILP- A session for transforming us to professionals was over by January 12th. And we were asked to report to Chennai office on 16th. With full expectations and excitement [obviously you know people like me are bit over enthusiastic] were there in office. The first shock that brought us to reality was when we were asked to stay away from the office blocks and asked to be either in cafeteria or in jogging track. Che…First day in office and cafeteria???? Wherein we were expecting some welcome speeches in a comfortable A/C conference room. Even then we didn’t let our spirits go down. At the end of long uneventful day, the whole lot of associates who were asked to report on that day were allotted to different branches in Chennai. So one major

I am not at all a fan of English songs and especially Michael Jacksons..But this song was brought to my notice by my friends in ILP, where they sang this for de New Year Bash. From then,it just rewinds in my brain..... There's A Place In Your Heart And I Know That It Is Love And This Place Could Be Much Brighter Than Tomorrow And If You Really Try You'll Find There's No Need To Cry In This Place You'll Feel There's No Hurt Or Sorrow There Are Ways To Get There If You Care Enough For The Living Make A Little Space Make A Better Place... Heal The World Make It A Better Place For You And For Me And The Entire Human Race There Are People Dying If You Care Enough For The Living Make A Better Place For You And For Me If You Want To Know Why There's A Love That Cannot Lie Love Is Strong It Only Cares For Joyful Giving If We Try We Shall See In This Bliss We Cannot Feel Fear Or Dread We Stop Existing And Start Living Then It Feels That Always Love's Enough For Us Gr

From the whole lot of interesting moments in ILP @ Coimbatore, the first one is a poem written by my friend called Harmeet Singh Saroya from our batch. Lived in C 35....... The first day here, those unknown faces, Faces were blank, without any traces. The place was T1 and room number one, History was written, our fate begun. With Jeeva in class and we all in front, Had software engineering, with old currents. Days went well, nights became short, Projects at hands and teams were formed. Now I have a team and the number is two, Rest four are gems, but except me. With slow progress, those sleepless nights, Working on projects, those conclusive fights. Study in day, parties at night, Celebrating b'days, with true delight. Days are gone, those nights are gone, Conflicts in team, those fights are gone. Just a few more hours and we depart, To chase our fortune with ways apart. But please don't cry and don't say bye, Enjoy the moments, don't let them dry. Collect the memories