Jagamum naan Ahamum naan

Happy New Year 2008!!!

2008-01-01T08:50:00.000+05:30

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!!!!

OMG!!! A Flat????

2007-10-14T21:44:00.000+05:30

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 really enthralls me.

And thanks to Harini. She pointed out to me that my blog has crossed “10000” hits. Thanks to all the souls who read my blogs and contributed to them with comments.

Hopping back to my usual Space!!!

2007-09-19T21:16:00.000+05:30

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.

A Mélange

2007-07-29T20:02:00.001+05:30

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.

Don't be too fast

2007-06-24T19:53:00.001+05:30

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.

How I wish to be back…..

2007-06-09T11:43:00.000+05:30

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 more memorable
.... The late night waiting for our placement results. We were just roaming around the whole campus talking about all the possibilities that can happen
.... The last working day of our college, crying bitterly and then later on laughing, thinking how badly we cried. How silly of us!!!!
.... Silly grudges and petty fights in college
.... The last few months before joining office we spent going around to each other houses and spending night outs at friend’s place

Graduated and a year got over. Many of my friends placed in different organizations and few went to study further. Lost touch with few and for the rest; busy with our own work.

How I wish to get back to that student life… When we were in that phase we thought it to be boring and wearisome, but now that was the most heavenly part of life. I know there are many souls out there; who would say "I agree!!!!".

How about you???

2007-05-22T21:09:00.000+05:30

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 truth be known, they are poor organizers and have trouble prioritizing tasks and scheduling their time. It is easier to wait until the last minute to start a task because in their mind it is now important.

2. Feeling overwhelmed. When we don’t know how to do something, it is easier not to do anything at all. Or maybe we feel it would be too time consuming to learn what is needed to accomplish a particular task. It seems like it would take forever to complete. This is the time to break the task down into manageable parts. Decide a starting point and work for short periods of time, say 10 to 20 minutes. Then check off each part as completed. This imparts the feeling of accomplishment as work is being completed.

3. Trying to be perfect. What may be the goal of the perfectionist may well be looked on by others as nitpicking. Perfectionists usually see their responsibilities as burdens, making it more difficult for them to accomplish tasks in a timely manner. They start tasks but put off completion until it meets their standards for perfection. However, these standards are most likely not recognized or appreciated by others, and thereby the perfectionist has wasted a lot of time to accomplish the unnecessary.

4. Rather do something else. Unfortunately, we all dislike certain tasks that we have to do anyway. It could be filing, expense reports, or writing a report. So we keep putting it off, wishing it would go away. Think what would happen by delaying all unpleasant duties. After a while, their numbers build up to where that’s all there is to do. Then everything is unpleasant. Consider the consequences of not doing the unpleasant task. Recognize that it will not go away, but just delaying the inevitable.

Identify why you procrastinate on a particular task or project - do you hate it, are you feeling overwhelmed by a pending deadline, have a fear of failure, or are you just waiting for the ‘right time’ to start. Try setting aside a half hour a day to get started on whatever you are putting off. By working a half hour at a time, you will overcome the overwhelmed feeling and increase the momentum to work faster.

Consider the risks of waiting for that last minute ‘high.’ What if you got sick, priorities changed, or an unexpected crises or event developed. Recall the nightmare experienced the last time you procrastinated until the last minute.

When we procrastinate, we get behind before we even start, and create a major time problem.

I could hear a faint voice behind. Oops!! It's my mom. She is actually yelling, to clean my shelves. She has been telling me to do this for the past 2 months. He...he...he....

PS: I am sorry people for the irregular visits to the blogs. Few technical problems. Will certainly visit them promptly.

Life

2007-05-07T21:29:00.000+05:30

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.

Sivaji - Sahara Pookal

2007-05-06T09:08:00.000+05:30

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 make out what the words above meant. Couldn't resist posting about this song here.

Friend

2007-04-22T12:15:00.000+05:30

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.

Fooled???

2007-04-08T10:00:00.000+05:30

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 incrementally healthier.”

Even I would have happily clicked the button so that I could get all my photos printed free of cost. Who would feel bad, if something as good as this is turning up to you; free of cost...And how many are out there who was fooled by gmail????

Anything for you Ma'am

2007-03-30T21:34:00.000+05:30

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 fall in love) and so on and so forth.

The various factors of our IITs that was already been pointed out by Chetan is again brought to notice here-DISCO (the "Disciplinary Committee" at IIT), SALAD (Society against Liquor and Drugs). The story line goes this way. A scion of an upper middle class North Indian family who has to live up to the expectations of his doctor parents and complete his B. Tech in Industrial Engineering. He does everything but. He bunks classes, lies to professors, plays the rhythm guitar and treats the campus like a large joint family ancestral home.

Then he commits a cardinal sin. He decides that the end of semester "Industrial tour" can be converted to a love tour of Chennai, with the help of a fake doctor's certificate from Pune, by inventing a "brother's wedding" and by getting included in the IIT shot-put team, courtesy his friend.

A good work by first timer!!! But in his next novel, which we look forward to, young Tushar Raheja would be well advised to stay away from the temptation of drawing perfect triangles, squares, pentagons and hexagons in his narrative. This skill might be useful at institutes like IIT, even praised by the useless Professors there, but has no literary merit whatsoever.

Dreams

2007-03-24T19:52:00.000+05:30

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 this point. This is the only dream I remember so well.

And one more..... I dreamt of swimming in Niagara falls and I even heard the sound of water. It was so realistic I woke up [luckily] to find my bathroom tap open.

There is one common and periodical dream!!! Periodical because it comes exactly during exams

Yeah you got it right. And the paper I always fail in my dream is Probability and Statistics.
And normally I sleep very peacefully or as my friends say sleep too soundly [That doesn’t mean I snore]. I can sleep through and earth quake. So dreams… Sorry No time for it.

P.S: Short post after a long time.

Time for friends!!!!

2007-03-04T21:14:00.001+05:30

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 never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot." After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it." All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary" Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists" That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

How true it is. In the mechanical life of us we never find time to tell our loved ones how much we love them and we care for them. It's not that every day we find time to tell them. So lets do it today.

Stage Jitters

2007-02-25T22:10:00.000+05:30

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 adventures of mine, now if I am asked to deliver something on stage, I simply end up having with butterflies in stomach. If the crowd is known one then the case is different. But if it’s a huge crowd or to be particular totally unknown one; then there is no point in asking me to do something. It would end up becoming muddle. I had tried not to be conscious about it and decided to give it a try when I was in ILP. On some occasion I was asked to recite a poem of mine. I read the poem in a speed of light, with hands shivering like anything [many even thought I am fanning] and cold as if it was kept in refrigerator.

I still wonder how come the fear has intruded into me. Being too conscious about it has even made things worse. I feel that this fear is due to the insecurity or the fear of making mistake in front of the crowd. Though those things wouldn’t have been a matter as people say you learn through mistakes. I haven’t yet achieved to calm myself, when it comes to doing anything in front of huge crowd except dancing.

My only solace is that, it’s not only me. There are few people I met in ILP who had the same problem of shivering and cold hands when it comes to facing crowd. Still hoping I would recover from this…

When Shilpa could why didn’t Doctors reach!!!!

2007-02-20T22:26:00.000+05:30

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 give priority points for GPs, did not constitute unlawful discrimination.

I read about the comment given by Dr Edwin Borman, chair of the British Medical Association International Committee, to news daily. She said,"They were given the impression that they'd be able to contribute to the NHS, and spend their whole careers in the UK, then the rules changed overnight and many were forced to leave". Were we under the impression that we were contributing? It’s the most diplomatic way of saying, "You are thinking too high of yourself, we don’t need you".

About 450 doctors signed a petition last week and are seeking a judicial review of the decision, claiming the changes will force them to abandon the NHS and leave the UK. There was hue and cry for the injustice done to Shilpa Shetty, but we find silence in this case.Where are those voices, in this case????

Back Again!!!!

2007-02-11T19:44:00.000+05:30

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 hurdle was over. I was posted to an office near my home. Good. I was in jitters about the long travel I will be taking if I am posted else where.

So the next day, with some excitement [as half of it was drained the day before, in cafeteria] we reported to the office. We walked in sand, looking forward dark expanse. No.. No.. I am not putting in any similes here. The office was located in such a dusty and isolated place. The whole imagination I had about IT offices was thrashed. A posh looking office, clean environment, dirt less office parking area…… Oops!!!! Pucca muddy roads, all the trees were brown in color, and cars parked were covered with dust. Again a shock!!!

Now with no eagerness to go in, we reported. They showed us a conference room which became our office for another 10 days. There the first day we were informed that we will be in this conference room for some more days as they need time to find projects for us [ [I know its difficult to find project of our level, but still we will adjust with any project ] so that we don't develop any wrong notion of being put into project immediately. So another 10 days we spent in cafeteria, conference room and library[No.. No…No wrong intentions…. just to read news papers and browse net]. We invented lots of games and spent time talking all nonsense.

Then after lots of nagging from us[We kept on visiting the HR’s cubicle every morning, afternoon and evening to remind them our faces and tell them we are unallocated. he.. he..] we were allocated into project. Great!!! I came to know I am linked to some project and the same day we were ushered into another conference room[How badly I hate conference rooms]. Luckily by god’s grace, we spent just 2 days there with some "Induction into project" kinda classes and allocated into modules.

To add to these problems our access cards weren’t there. So at every door, tail gating or requesting someone else to open them were worse situations.

After all these hurdles, I am settled with a cubicle and system just this week. Aren’t these reasons enough for me to justify my absence????

Heal the World!!!!

2007-01-16T21:34:00.000+05:30

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 Growing
So Make A Better World
Make A Better World...

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

And The Dream We Were
Conceived In
Will Reveal A Joyful Face
And The World We
Once Believed In
Will Shine Again In Grace
Then Why Do We Keep
Strangling Life
Wound This Earth
Crucify Its Soul
Though It's Plain To See
This World Is Heavenly
Be God's Glow

We Could Fly So High
Let Our Spirits Never Die
In My Heart
I Feel You Are All
My Brothers
Create A World With
No Fear
Together We'll Cry
Happy Tears
See The Nations Turn
Their Swords
Into Plowshares

We Could Really Get There
If You Cared Enough
For The Living
Make A Little Space
To 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

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

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

There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me

There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me

You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me

Any more of this kind with good lyrics and good rhythm,Please do inform me ....Lemme update myself...

Here I am.......back Home!!!!

2007-01-13T19:41:00.000+05:30

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 and cherish them all your life,
Days you lived in your batches and I lived in C-35.

Directly from ILP @ Coimbatore

2006-12-23T13:15:00.000+05:30

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!!!!

Life @ CBE

2006-12-09T18:21:00.000+05:30

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 right from Jupiter and don't belong to their category of species. And finally my training......Goes on and on and on.....And I think I am doing well there.... Training ends by Jan mid and I am really hoping that I am posted back to chennai . Missing mom's food very much :(. Yeah......

Thats all for now. This post is just to remind people I am still alive out here and will be back to blogworld in another few weeks. Don't be sorry for that :-)

Away from blogsville :-(

2006-11-09T12:44:00.000+05:30

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!!!!!

Tag a story

2006-11-06T07:27:00.000+05:30

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 less. He nudged her again. It was not Meera; it was some one else. “Oops!!! Sorry” he reacted. But in thoughts, “She looks great too”. “Hey Jevit!!!” called Meera. She was looking at him angrily. “ I am here. Can’t you even know the difference between me and someone else” she barked. "I am waiting here for an hour. Where were you???". He kept searching for the best answer he could give her; especially when her mood was at its best. “I was….

to be continued……

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The Lost Paradise - Kashmir

2006-11-02T09:32:00.000+05:30

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 summer capital, and Jammu its winter capital.

Kashmiri people have dual citizenships. [Courtesy: Wiki]

Outsiders (Non- Kashmiris) cannot buy even a single feet of land.

In early days if a kashmiri girl marries an outsider, she loses her citizenship of Kashmir.

A state with it’s own flag.

Here is a video clip displaying the lost paradise of India.

This short film is produced by KOA President, Deepak Ganju based on his visit to Kashmiri Hindu Refugee camps in March 2006.

Kashmiri Hindus were forced to leave their homes due to violence, terror and fear unleashed in Kashmir valley since 1980's by Islamic terrorists. The result has been the displacement of almost the entire Kashmiri Hindu population from the valley.

Even after 17 years of forced exodus, the Kashmiri Hindu community has not only been deprived of their ancestral homes, but also their roots and a place of belonging. The film depicts the present condition of some of these community members.

We acknowledge the contribution of Ashok Pandit ji who allowed use of a brief 3 minute presentation from his film "And the world remained Silent"

The Boy who cried Wolf!!!Wolf!!!!

2006-10-31T10:27:00.000+05:30

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 is solved. Do I have any other option other than walking up 6 floors again?

And the other situation was in bank. Being the last working day of month the bank was crowded with pensioners. I was there to make some changes to the accounts. Suddenly the lights were out and deafening sound was out. A lady near by gave a blood curling scream that I almost got deaf. I felt I was in the middle of murder game (an oldies game). Lights were back in another 3 minutes. Suddenly bank seemed to be filled with detectives asking questions and releasing their own version of the problem. Some kid has pulled open the door that had an alarm fixed to it. This caused the alarm and power fluctuation.

The security systems giving alerts in such unnecessary situations may tend to reduce the sense of alertness in the people. People tend to react less when this happens again probably that will be a real time situation. Hope we make those security systems better….

To Mahabs on a rainy day.

2006-10-25T07:19:00.000+05:30

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 retirement. 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 was my school excursion. Then we went on to shore temple and sat there watching waves. The place looked totally different to me. Before tsunami we could see second temple’s gopuram and now sea seemed to have moved more closer to Shore temple.

After spending many hours walking down the rocks and watching the sculptures we came down to beach. Beach hmm … it looked rough yesterday but still stood sometime in gushing waves and got back to eat lunch.

The amazing thing is that it didn’t rain for the whole day. And the climate was not too sultry so that walking through rocks weren’t tiring. We really enjoyed the day. I dunno whether I could make a trip again to Mahabs. But this one would be memorable. Very much memorable. I am almost at the end of my vacation. Will be following Gopal’s steps to join TCS for training in another 15 days.

Kudos to Mom for giving me such a superb day!!!!!!!

Here she is!!!!

2006-10-18T18:34:00.000+05:30

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.

Taggomania

2006-10-18T15:37:00.000+05:30

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 tensed for almost all things. At times it is baseless as I would have prepared all the things well before. Height of tension-> I never study on the day before exams. I finish my portions the day before. If suppose I couldn’t complete my subjects well before I just go through the read ones and leave the fresh topics [if they belong to a smaller part]. This is just an example.

Workaholic: Cannot bear people doing my work. Be it cleaning, washing clothes or simple work like watering plants. The work designated to me should be done only by me. I sulk and fight if others do job allocated to me.

And finally I follow a stupid ideology that participating is not everything winning matters. I know it sounds stupid and many a times have taken resolution that I should not consider things in that way. But I haven’t managed to keep my resolution working for more than 3 months.

Now to pull others into the same ditch :-) I tag Jagadish [atleast do this on time ;this time], Kesavan anna, Manoj, Jayaprabhakar anna[For a change let it be tag and not coding] and Lijjin ettan.

To prioritize or Not to; thats the question

2006-10-05T13:02:00.000+05:30

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 this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would till be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.”

“The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that really are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand”.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled. “I'm glad you asked”.
“It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
there's always room for a cup of coffee with a friend (like me )”.

When you know how to prioritize the works, probably life would be even more problem-less and trouble-free.

P.S : On request from நாகை சிவா and to avoid further problems I hereby declare that this written data is a forwarded mail and not my creation.

WHEN I CALLED UR NAME.....

2006-10-01T15:10:00.000+05:30

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.

Bye bye Trivandrum

2006-09-30T07:39:00.000+05:30

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.

Malayalam-too tough

2006-09-27T09:34:00.000+05:30

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. After some rigorous sessions of learning the ultimate point was that I couldn’t remember them at all. Then when it came to dictation I made too many mistakes to trigger my sweet mom’s anger. Thus my Malayalam tuition with mom ended up with fights and sulks.

Yesterday retrieved that book back and started off again –Phase 2. This time I decided not to take mom’s help. This time with the help of online tutor. I never knew this was sucha difficult language. I was amazed by the variety [also irritated]. One of the problems in learning to write/read Malayalam is the large number of letters in the alphabet. The problem is further aggravated by the changes in scripts introduced from time to time. To start with there were 56 letters, one of the largest number for any language. These letters may belong to these broad categories: equivalent to the vowels; equivalent to the consonants; conjugated alphabets. There are 15 vowels and 36 consonants in addition to the many conjugated and miscellaneous letters. The conjugated letters are combinations of two consonants, but they are written distinctly. Oh my God!!!!

With all these problems I am reconsidering my options. Is it that necessary to learn mother tongue?

2006-09-09T20:15:00.000+05:30

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.

Can't female be drivers?????

2006-09-07T11:05:00.001+05:30

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 A/C as it was too late to go and bang that idiot. Then again went yesterday to get coolant filled and made them repay the amount they charged me for the coolant in the previous bill. I asked for the particular mechanic, but he was on leave that day. The stars were in favor of him.

This is not the first time I find people getting uncomfortable because of women drivers. Whenever I overtake any bike riders, I find them immediately overtaking me as they find it too difficult to digest being overtaken by a female. Many times in the city especially in the crowded places like T.Nagar when it is difficult to find parking lots; when I try to park my car into a small gap, I find people especially drivers of other vehicles near by, give me a you-can’t-do-that effect.

Leave alone others. When I went to take driving license the person who inspects asked me whether I know to drive. Driving license is given for driving and if I am here for license then I should drive. Isn’t it???? Is driving a men’s-only job??? I never thought so. Then I don’t know why I get stares every time I enter into petrol bunk or drive through some crowded place in city. Many of my relatives do think the same. When I told them about Kerala trip in car half of them said NO. But then after that successful trip I gained their confidence. But it will take years to normal road users [read: Males] to get used to lady drivers whizzing away in car past them.

I hate CSS :-(

2006-09-05T10:34:00.000+05:30

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...

Oops!!! My Name :-|

2006-08-31T09:13:00.000+05:30

There again… My name gets changed…Oh My god…I am suffering this, right from the first time I took passport. Why can’t the officials look into the details I provide them? Wait!!! Don’t stare at me. Will tell you what this post is all about….

My name is K. JananiKrishna where ‘K’ stands for my family name ‘Konnanath’. Luckily [or should I say unluckily] my dad’s name is Kuttikrishnan Nair. According to Malayalees, we inherit mom’s family name and mom’s caste and don’t follow the tradition of using dad’s initials.

I took my passport [first document] when I was 9 years old. The passport application was a year’s business at that time and required multiple visits to Shastri Bhavan. After all these hungama, they issued my passport in the name “K. JananiKrishnan”. I couldn’t imagine the trouble I am going face at SB again to get my details corrected. There the official coolly told me that since my dad’s name ended up as ‘Krishnan’ he thought [he is paid for imagining things] my name should end up in the same way…Boohoohoo...Just because of this I had to postpone my trip to next year as they took another year to issue correct passport.

Then my next hurdle came when I got placed in a MNC. The application form I was asked to fill was bulky and this time I made sure my name is written correctly in form. When I got my appointment order they have addressed me as “Dear Konnanath”. How very stupid. I sent them a letter clarifying that my name was JananiKrishna and Konnanath was my initial and not my first name. Then I got a confirmation letter from them for that.

Next one was my driving license. This time it was my dad’s name in trouble. They simply changed my dad’s name to KuttiKrishna Menon. Poor dad. Since my application said that I am Menon [A caste in Kerala] they thought [Sighhh….again ] my dad’s surname should be the same. This time the process I went through to get the correct one was worse. I had to provide them all unnecessary documents like community certificate, a G.O issued in Kerala stating it is mom’s heredity to be passed to kids; all these had to acquire from Kerala and a huge amount as bribe for the difficulty they [actually it was me] took for reissuing the license.

I didn’t bother to renew my old passport and when I went for the re-issue of passport I gave all the documents showing the difference between my name and dad’s name. So this time my passport came without any problems. Atleast now, the government officials stopped imagining and started looking in to documents before issuing.

I thought the problem was solved forever. Yesterday I got my PAN card. They have addressed me as “Kuttikrishnan Nair JananiKrishna”. After seeing the covering letter I thought this problem is not going to be solved. But then luckily they avoided the expansion of my initial [whatever they thought it was] and had just printed my name in the PAN card. Phew….I am saved from the troublesome error correction.

Freedom at Midnight

2006-08-28T13:54:00.000+05:30

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 over the virtues of Indian masses, their accomplishments and virtually anything besides the facts such as their squatting habits, religious extremisms, being ignorant, illiterate and incompetent. One who may be unable to objectively read this book would be left with a great impression of the Englishmen and especially Louis Mountbatten. As a result the reader may develop distaste towards Gandhi and his principles.

The flow of the book is like reading an epic. The book gives the most intimate accounts of the most venerated figures in the world's history, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi aka Mahatma Gandhi, his approach, position, attitude towards the British Raj, the Indian Congress, the political and social blueprint that he dreamed of the Independent India. It gives detailed account of final days of Gandhi and who, why and how of the assassination of this revered leader. His murder as Bernad Shaw said, “Shows how dangerous it is to be good”.

Sir Cyril Radcliffe’s vivisection of Punjab was the cruelest act. His pencil strokes changed lives of many Indians and claimed thousands of lives. Going through the difficulties the people suffered; the worst that happened was the train laden with corpses reaching Amritsar saying “This train is our Independence gift to Nehru and Patel".

To end up; I belong to those set of persons who admire Gandhi. But then after reading this book I felt certain things could have been avoided or taken up in a better way by a human whose voice had the power to move the whole nation. “No one is perfect "and that includes Gandhi too. But still I remain the most ardent and devoted admirer of Gandhi.

Onam-Highly Spirited Festival of Kerala "ഓണം"

2006-08-24T08:42:00.001+05:30

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 Vamana's third step will destroy the earth, Mahabali offered his head as the last step. The Gods were glad, but since Mahabali was so attached to his kingdom and the subjects and was very much loved by the people, he was allowed to return once a year. Onam (Thiruonam) is considered to be the day when King Mahabali comes from exile to visit his beloved people.

It comes in the month of "Chingam" according to Malayalam. The festivity begins ten days before Thiruonam, by putting floral decorations (Pookkalam) on every home. A flower carpet called 'Pookalam' is laid in front of every house to welcome the advent of the vanquished king, and earthen mounds representing Mahabali and Vishnu are placed in the dung-plastered courtyards. Traditional rituals are performed followed by a lavish feast called 'Sadhya'. Onam also means new clothes for the whole family, sumptuous home-cooked delicacies on plantain leaf and the lingering aroma of the sweet Payasam. There is a saying in Malayalam that "Kanam Vittu Onam Unnanam" which means "We should have the Thiruonam lunch even if we have to sell all our properties for that". And few of the dishes I know[to eat and not to cook :-)]-Brinjal Theeyal, Cabbage Thoran, Sambar, Sweetened Banana Chips, Banana Chips, Parippu Curry, Moru Kalan, Olan,Kootoo Kari, Puli Inji, Ada Pradhaman, Spicy Buttermilk, Sweet Chutney (Pachadi), Pal Payasam, Avial.

Spectacular parades of caparisoned elephants, fireworks and the famous Kathakali dance are traditionally associated with Onam. It's also the season of many cultural and sport events and carnivals. The Vallamkali (boat race) is one of the main attractions of Onam, and is best seen at Aranmulai and Kottayam. About a hundred oarsmen row huge and graceful odee (boats). Oars dip and flash to the rhythm of drums and cymbals in each boat.

Although this festival has its origin in Hindu mythology, Onam is for all people of all class and creed. Hindus, Muslims and Christians, the wealthy and the downtrodden, all celebrate Onam with equal fervor. The secular character of Onam is peculiar to this land where unity had always coexisted with diversity, especially during festivals, when people come together to celebrate life's unlimited joys.

KANKed :-)

2006-08-19T10:01:00.000+05:30

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 any more..

About the characters in the movie…..

Shahrukh-An angry man too busy grumbling about his limp to care about his marriage.

Preity Zinta- echoes Bollywood cliché of career women being ruthless and uncaring. Zinta has barely a walk-on part in the film, her appearances pretty much restricted to the loud and showy songs.

Abhishek {Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh- The only reason I sat there for full 3 hours}- plays a cad, a clubbing bling-lover completely smitten by his wife, who really doesn't care. It's a tricky role, and Abhi does impressively with a nuanced performance showing admirable restraint, again despite the words. His Rishi {Name of the Character} manages to come off both relatable and sensitive.

Rani - is laden with flaky dialogues that most actresses would balk at, the actress manages to provide a realistic character, as far as her words allow.

Despite the bad handling, the pained acting, fractured narrative and twisty plot, there are moments where you grin. But, in a film dragging close to four hours and making you feel each minute, we deserve way more smiles per hour. It would have been much better if Rani and Preity exchanged their roles. Can't imagine SRK and Rani doing negative roles. :-(

And, for all the hype about Bollywood heading into a 'bold' direction, KANK ends up being a lot of oversight with barely any insight. No motivations are explained, no headway made.

Independence Day special

2006-08-12T15:23:00.000+05:30

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

2006-08-05T12:53:00.000+05:30

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-Armoured Vehicles and Ammunition Depot of India. How does that sound??? I really feel proud to be brought up in such a important place. It is city [Declared on March 1^st1996] and a municipality in Thiruvallur district in the state of Tamil Nadu, India. It is a suburb of Chennai. Situated about 20 km north east of Chennai, it is surrounded by major defence establishments and hence, people usually call this place as "military area." The major military establishments having divisions in Avadi are Indian Air Force, Indian Army, Indian Navy, HVF, CVRDE, CRPF, CVD (Central Vehicle Depot) and OCF.

Avadi and its surrounding areas is rumoured by many to be heavily defended and/or defendable. Being the center of the Indian military-industrial complex, these rumors are believable: aerial approaches to Avadi airspace could be reached quickly by IAF interceptors through numerous airbases across the region.

Nearby there are many residential areas wherein most of employees of the defence organizations live with their families. There are also plenty of schools and colleges in the area. Avadi has an average literacy rate of 79%, higher than the national average of 59.5%.

Isn’t this information to make people believe how important is my cute little town???

A school I would love to be with…

2006-07-23T10:18:00.000+05:30

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 measures have transformed the school campus into a veritable forest area and the once-barren hillside bordering the campus is now covered with a green cover of young trees.
Conservation and enhancement of the natural environment remains one of the school's core values.

The most interesting thing about the school is its way of education.

The Junior and Middle School, with around 190 students from classes 4 to 8, provides a flexible curriculum, free from the pressure of examinations. This creates an atmosphere conducive to innovative teaching and a rich range of learning.

The Senior School, with 160 students from classes 9 to 12, is affiliated to the ICSE and ISC examination boards. The emphasis here shifts towards an in-depth preparation of students to meet the academic requirements of the prescribed syllabi.

And above all the atmosphere there and the outdoor classes look awesome. The school’s philosophy was the one that actually made me look into the details about them.

"If we concentrate very much on examinations, on technological information, on making the child clever, proficient in acquiring knowledge while we neglect the other side, then the child will grow up into a one-sided human being. When we talk about a total human being, we mean not only a human being with inward understanding, with a capacity to explore, to examine his or her inward state and the capacity of going beyond it, but also someone who is good in what he does outwardly. The two must go together. That is the real issue in education: to see that when the child leaves the school, he is well established in goodness, both outwardly and inwardly. (Krishnamurti’s view On Education)"

I missed my opportunity to be in such a school. Atleast at this stage let people know about this school and let their wards to get a good education

Blogger is blocked!!!

2006-07-17T22:49:00.000+05:30

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

Atlast my Joining date

2006-07-15T07:40:00.000+05:30

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..... :-)

2006-07-04T21:08:00.000+05:30

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.

My Days!!!!

2006-06-30T10:56:00.000+05:30

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............

2006-06-25T21:14:00.000+05:30

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!!!!!

Few toasts to my friends

2006-06-23T07:43:00.000+05:30

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.

10 things I hate the most.

2006-06-19T19:45:00.000+05:30

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.

Kerala Trip

2006-06-11T13:27:00.000+05:30

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 vacations. We reached back home and had a solid keralite dinner with the motta rice.[Boiled rice- Kerala special] The whole place gets dark by evening 5'O clock, so spent half of the time outside sitting in the porch watching the fauna.

Day 3: We went to family deity temple. Normally all family ancestral homes will have a kavu [A small temple] at the end of their kandam [The farms] These small kavu is taken as the family deity and so when the property gets divided the temple is given separate premises and given to Devasom board. So such a temple it was. Still the family people will be having special attention over there. I really enjoyed the importance given there. Then came to Trissur town and did some shopping and returned back home.

Day 4: Trip got over and we bid good bye to Chelakara by 6:30 morning. Drive was too good.The total distance we traveled was around 1550 kms and I drove through three main highways NH-45, NH-68 and NH-47. Kudos to Indian Highways!!!I reached back home by 9:00.

Excited!!!!! :)

2006-06-03T20:25:00.000+05:30

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.

Yippee!!!!! My 50th post

2006-06-01T10:36:00.000+05:30

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.

Men are not MMM

2006-05-31T14:34:00.000+05:30

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 to see if the person is rich or not.

I agree there are certain facts that don’t support gender equality but the points that have been posted were not the rights ones to justify. The taxes that are levied can be based on the income and not on gender. The reservations in buses and queues can be avoided and few more…

But women get along with men for three reasons: to be supportive, to take care and to be loved and not for the 3 reasons suggested over there.

Salwars or Shirts????????

2006-05-31T14:30:00.000+05:30

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 from and gets various options of dresses. Why get amused by the number we have????

The fact is that the fear of managing such a spendthrift [as guys call gals] or feeling pity for having less options produces such reactions. -:)

30-05-06:-Not a gr8 day

2006-05-30T20:11:00.000+05:30

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?????

A story on........

2006-05-29T15:29:00.000+05:30

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 poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so? Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house. Amnesty International and Koffi Annan criticizes the Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the grasshopper. The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the grasshopper. Opposition MP's stage a walkout. Left parties call for "Bharat Bandh" in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry. Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act [POTAGA]", with effect from the beginning of the winter. The ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the Bush Government and handed over to the grasshopper in a ceremony covered by BBC,CNN, AAJ TAK and NDTV. Arundhati Roy calls it "a triumph of justice". Koffi Annan invites the grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly...

Now you must have got what the story is all about...
RESERVATION or QUOTA!!!!!

Since a misconception rose based on the real author of this post; I would like to make things clear. Got this in the form of forward and I just posted it here in my blog.

Confused to core!!!! :(

2006-05-25T21:30:00.000+05:30

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?

10 simple pleasure of life.....

2006-05-25T14:40:00.000+05:30

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 ones that I feel are most important. To be happy the pleasures[as we describe that] need not be big things but every small events that make u happy can be counted as a pleasure.Learn to enjoy those moments.

And now abt tagging...I tag Jagadish, Barath, Kesavan and Manoj.

Hurray!!! am an Engineer.

2006-05-24T20:31:00.000+05:30

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.

Where else will this happen!!!!

2006-05-15T13:56:00.000+05:30

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. The judgement was appreciated by many Indians. I read about the judgement and about breaking the pen in conformity with court tradition involving death sentence. I was happy atleast for once we were able to provide the right judgement.

But the politicians [read: Sonya Gandhi] just to gain the sympathy agreed with the mercy petition of Nalini. Mercy should have a meaning. The Prime Minister of our country was assassinated by rebels of another country and here we stand speaking about democracy and being kind to the accused. It was India’s pride and stand that was brought to grounds. Nalini, the main accused in the assassination case is enjoying the prison life. A person responsible for death of the most dynamic, charismatic young prime minister should be hanged. Gandhi’an policy would have worked well but that was before independence and now the only way to stop such cruel action was to go with the punishment.

The mercy petition should not have been accepted as no mercy is required for the people who assassinated our PM. Now Nalini enjoying the prison life and attending marriages in parole and her daughter gets the best education that the state can give. Where else will such things happen other than in India??????

Jarugandi Lethandi

2006-05-12T21:04:00.000+05:30

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.

Untitled

2006-05-08T13:00:00.000+05:30

Veesum kaatrukku poovai theriyaadha
Paesum kannukku ennai puriyaadha
Anbae undhan paerai thaanae virumbi kaetkiren
Poagum paadhai engagum unnai 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 minnal 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 :)] and Harini makes this song totally superb

Happy Voting!!!!

2006-05-08T07:43:00.000+05:30

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………………

Sangamam –Contd

2006-05-01T12:52:00.000+05:30

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.

Flashback in Time Machine…..

2006-05-01T12:20:00.000+05:30

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 games were my uncle’s devices to make us learn things when we were kids. The game of song translation begins with a Tamil song being translated to English, Malayalam by me and Barath where many comical instances have happened. The most famous incident is when my uncle suggested a song -”Vel muruganuku mottai onnu poda porom “and I translated it to “Mr.Vel Murugan is going to have his head shaved” and Barath found it difficult to give Malayalam translation for that. The turn based story telling was to develop our creativity and when our creativity moves to ghosts; the story telling ends. So tats how we stop the game.

We had the whole family sitting with us in these games and were full of suggestions to improvise story. We then played cricket in the ground close to Granny’s place. I took 26 runs and Barath 50 runs with a broken window in credit. Finally evening walk at Airport quarters and hearing stories about old airplanes was superb. A summer vacation never ends for us without this walk. Normally these walks will be on the day before my cousin leaves back to Calcutta.

Both of us really enjoyed this short vacation. And probably this is the last summer vacation we can spend with each other in these ways. And now returning back to Vaishnavi Nagar, I find too many works waiting for me :( Stop rewinding and Get Back to work Janani!!!!

Mad Rush to Jewellery Shops

2006-04-25T08:11:00.000+05:30

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 in April month in each year. On the day of Akshya tritiya sugar-cane juice is mostly offered to those person who have observed various types of fasts and vartas through out the year.

In case of Hindus, Akshaya Tritiya, the third day of the bright half of Chithirai, is considered one of the foremost sacred day of the year. The word Akshaya means that which never diminishes, hence beginnings made or valuables bought on this day are considered certain to bring luck and success. All over India people celebrate weddings, plan new business ventures, purchase gold, long journeys and other events on this day. Akshaya Tritiya is traditionally the birthday of Parshurama, the sixth incarnation of Vishnu.It has references to the a bowl (Akshaya Pathram) had been given to Draupati by Lord Krishna, with the help of which she was able to serve food to the Pandavas.

A start towards politics…..

2006-04-16T20:08:00.000+05:30

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.

But there are many doubts in the mind of public that is when it comes to experience and techniques these party men lack information. Their promises are simple like-good goverence, transparency, accessibility and freedom from corruption, but compared to rice at Rs.2/-, free gas stove when it comes to general public the former promises sounds useless. The party made of in-experienced youths need lots of convincing and valid points to save their deposit. But still any one contestant’s victory will bring in a huge chance of improvement in the party’s public image. But anyway it was their party ideology that attracts me.

Let’s hope that these young bloods in politics do bring in a change in the political system and ALL THE BEST for them.

Courtesy: http://www.lokparitran.org

വിഷു ആശംസകള്‍ [Vishu ashamsagal]

2006-04-11T11:44:00.000+05:30

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 house 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 spread. A golden colored cucumber, betel leaves, betel nuts, metal mirror, yellow flowers of Konna tree (cassia fistula -phew what a lot of search it took me to find this botanical name!!!!), a Grandha (book of palm leaves) and a few gold coins are then placed over the cloth in the vessel. Then some oil is put into two coconut halves, a few wicks are lit and this illuminates the goodies inside. A metal lamp filled with coconut oil is kept burning by the side of the vessel as well. Behind the uruli, a mirror and the garlanded deity of Krishna is kept. Around the deity, lighted lamps will be arranged. A lighted bell metal lamp called nilavilakku is also placed alongside. . Early morning on the Vishu day, the master of the house sees the Kani and then the rest of the family follows. Children's are brought blind-folded from their beds to where the Kani is kept.

The people wear new clothes (kodi vastram) for the occasion and the elders of the family distribute tokens of money to the children, servants and tenants. These tokens are called the Vishukaineetam ( handsel) and are usually in form of coins. The eldest member of the family takes some silver coins and gives them to a junior member with some raw rice and Konna flower. This is repeated in the case of other members and they in turn give such handsel to their juniors, relatives, servants etc People carry on this custom believing that in this way, their children will be blessed with prosperity in future.

Finally the Farewell……..

2006-04-09T08:24:00.000+05:30

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 pre-final year tour was the first time my people allowed me to go for a tour as such. The midnight birthday parties, surprise gifts and smearing cakes on faces were something I read in books. But all those were brought live in college.

The things that are still unlisted includes small fights, misunderstandings, crushes, teasing, the excitement for wearing saree to college first time, the symposiums and lots more to mention here.

The 4 years of life just flew by with practicals, Industrial Visits and University exams. Now it’s time to leave the wonderful campus and people over there. The last working day was also something different from what I expected. And now it’s farewell day tomorrow. Mega plans are being devised and expecting them to work well. The college life was fully a pucca one and any other chances to be college cannot be the same with careless days, roaming with friends and with this funda life. Anyway to stop rewinding days let me get back to work ……

Farewell

2006-04-07T19:21:00.000+05:30

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 of Sports Day and the annual School Day and the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams and the most enjoyed holidays after them!
Gone are the days of tenth and twelfth standards, when we spent almost the whole year writing revision tests!
Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends!
Now we don't have time to say a `Hi'!
Gone are the days when we played games on the road!
Now we code on the road with laptop!
Gone are the days when we saw stars shining at Night!
Now we see stars when our code doesn't work!
Gone are the days when we sat to chat with Friends on grounds!
Now we chat in chat rooms.....!
Gone are the days where we studied just to pass!
Now we study to save our job!
Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and still fun filled on our hearts!!
Now we have the ATM as well as credit card but with an empty heart!!
Gone are the days where we shouted on the road!
Now we don't shout even at home.
Gone are the days where we got lectures from all!
Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....!!
Gone are the days but not the memories, which will be lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever .....

We learnt,
We enjoyed,
We played,
We won,
We lost,
We laughed,
We cried,
We fought,
We thought.
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more!

Gone are the Days.... But still there are lot more Days to come in our Life!!

NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE,

DONT FORGET TO

LIVE THE LIFE WITH ALL YOU LOVE

LIFE STILL EXISTS.....

Check out how jobless I am

2006-03-29T23:15:00.000+05:30

•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!!!!

2006-03-19T21:41:00.000+05:30

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!!!!!!!

India Rocks!!!

2006-02-13T21:47:00.000+05:30

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.

GH, Chennai-600003

2006-01-29T21:03:00.000+05:30

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, 1772, the hospital was inaugurated where the Government General Hospital stands today. However, the hospital became truly a "general hospital" only in 1842, when Indians were admitted as in-patients. In 1889 it became a full-fledged civilian facility. By the 1930s, it had come to be regarded as one of the best hospitals in Asia. Since being maintained by Govt:, bribery & poor maintenance remains a major problem.But despite its shortcomings, the GH continues to serve lakhs of poor patients - from all over and even outside the State, with the aid of modern technology. [Source:TamilNadu Government Website ]

Happy Republic Day!!!

2006-01-26T08:43:00.000+05:30

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 one & uninterrupted power supplies are some of the best privileges you get. Living in such places has itz own disadvantages. A phone connection requires “No Objection” certificate from the security people, which takes months together to get processed. Similarly bringing in relatives to our place requires a series of signature campaigns. Apart from all these I still cherish those days I spent in defense colony and the Republic day parades I saw.

One flew over Cuckoos’ Nest

2006-01-25T08:09:00.000+05:30

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 been a while since I was set on my heels so much by the end of a book. Once again I can't give anything away, but this book is definitely worth your time. It took me a bit to get into it in the first place, but am I ever glad I finished it. Not the type of book that grabs you from the first chapter, but it is one I'll be thinking about for a while. I tend to think that's even better. I almost want to give it a 8, but I think that's just the heat of the moment. I just finished reading the book not 5 minutes ago.It is intentionally disturbing and it fulfills its purpose.

Height of vettiness

2006-01-18T08:51:00.000+05:30

' Am supposed to be in [project] holidays.But I am practically doing nothing........sleep till 6:00 in morning, browse through papers for an hour ,then move to the huge addiction I am into offlate -NET and slowly moving out from home for the company.If I am goofin off time like this how I am supposed to wait 3 to 4 months till they call me.Oopss!! total disaster.Evn tooooooooo lazy to write down.Orkut provides me with a better way of spending time ;evn then ,it leaves me with hours of jobless time to wonder about what is tht I am supposed to do now.!!!

புழுதிப்புயலில் சென்னை சாலைகள்!!!!

2006-01-16T19:32:00.000+05:30

நம்மை படாத பாடுபடுத்தி விட்டு சென்றது வட கிழக்குப் பருவமழை.நாள்தோறும் பயமுறுத்தி வந்தது.அந்த புயல்களெல்லாம் ஓய்ந்து விட்டாலும் எப்போதும் ஓயாத புழுதிப்புயல்கள் சென்னை சாலைகளிலே நிலையாக மையம் கொண்டுள்ள்ன.

அதனால் மக்கள் அடையும் துன்பங்களுக்கு அளவே இல்லை.பள்ளம் மெடுமான் சாலைகள்,தார் சாலைகளாய் இல்லாமல் மண் சாலைகளாய் மாறி விட்டதால் எப்போதும் புழுதிக் காற்றையே சுவாசிக்க வேண்டிய சூழலுக்கு சென்னை மக்கள் தள்ளப்பட்டுள்ளனர்.மேடு பள்ளமான சாலைகளில் மெதுவாகத்தான் பயணிக்க முடிகிறது.அதனால்,சாலைக்ளின் புழுதியும் வாகனங்க்ளின் புகையும் கைகோர்த்து மக்களுக்குக் கண்களில் கண்ணீரை வர வழைத்து விடுகின்றன.

உரியவர்கள் விழிக்க வேண்டும்.அப்படியும் விழிக்க வில்லையென்றால் அவர்கள் உறங்கவில்லை;உறங்குவது போல நடிக்கிறர்கள் என்றே அர்த்தமாகிவிடும்.

Ur photo is rejected!!!

2006-01-13T19:23:00.000+05:30

“Stop!!! Your photo is rejected as you are smiling in it.” Have you ever heard of this line? Or is it new to you? Then hear this. This is a RULE in U.K. Your passport size photos are rejected in UK just because you are smiling in it. Around 15,000 photos are rejected in a short duration because of this rule. "The subject's expression should be neutral [non-smiling] with both eyes open, and mouth closed," says a rule cited in the rejection of a visa photograph of a tooth-showing person.

When it comes to some U.S. government photos, smiling is frowned upon. But most people won't know they're not supposed to smile unless they visit the U.S. State Department's Web site and read the lengthy set of instructions for photographs, including colors permitted for the background, proper lighting, directions for eye height, head orientation, and the necessary "natural expression" with no squinty eyes or flashing teeth.

The reason they specify for these instructions is that the United States and many other countries have had machine-readable passports with bar codes for a number of years, but now they are moving toward a system in which biometric information is to be included, too. A computer chip embedded in the passport would allow a cross check of the person presenting it by using a facial-recognition computer program as well as checks of other biometric information such as fingerprints You go to the airport, there will be a camera at the immigration counter or customs counter, and the system will compare your picture with the picture on the chip [in your passport or immigration document]. So in these cases a smile or blink may result is mismatch.

They are developing specs for smiling. And now to the photographers, you are supposed to say, “Don’t smile” instead of “Smile Please” or “Say Cheese”. When you are smiling for photos remember you follow the specs specified by U.S Government.

Shopping in T.Nagar

2006-01-03T20:51:00.000+05:30

A place that never becomes dull. Be it Sundays or year ends.Crowds hovering around petty shops in platform, poor husbands tending their kids when moms are busy selecting vastrakala sarees and small chat food stalls selling cut mangoes like hot cakes always brings u to a well known & homely atmosphere.Even when gold rates are hiking up like anything, every single jewellery shop is crowded.The madness for shopping and buying clothes is quite high offlate.Shopping only for diwali and pongal is not the trend nowadays, just for fun -shopping crowd with friends, girlfriends and boyfriends and who else are not there in this place.Starting from all silk sarees to kids dress, food items and what not u can find in T.Ngr.But what ever it is, shopping in that mind boggling crowd has itz own fun.I am too dogmatic about this place that any duty free shops or a mall that holds fashion world's best ever found costumes doesn't match this place.

My dearest friend.

2006-01-02T18:53:00.000+05:30

An unimaginative product of Prince;
many say we look like twins,
She floats in a filmy world,
with a voice of sweet bird;
Enriching herself with a musical database,
Can answer to any wonderful maze.

A naive woman of beauty,
helping others is her first duty;
Warms up people with a smile,
And itz vibrancy reaches up a mile;
Gets calls more than a BPO,
Lends her ears to your woe.

Made glass bangles as her identity,
And brought it back to city.
Cricket & dravid in her tips,
Mumuring songs of Karthick in lips.
A chirpy woman of enthusiasm,
This is how I define her.
With a name short enough to call
And a person sweet enough to have as a friend.

Too much hooked up with these so called poems.So jst taking a short time break with this one to fulfill my friend's request.

Welcoming 2006.

2006-01-01T00:00:00.000+05:30

Hailing bye to 2005.......

People called u my dear
   A basket of surprises, year
It just went like a fest,
   With things at itz best.

Loaded with fun in classes,
   I made new friend from masses
Within friends we buzzed with might
   Always kept gossips tight

When it was vacation time normally,
    we were in college dressed formally,
People were full of woes
   Then I said "Pooh!.........".
But when a job came knocking our door,
   Commerades were up for more.


My last year of college came,
Reminding many things it gave,
Leaving behind the sweet memories,
The year 2005 is on its wheels,
Letz welcome the fresher 2006
And wish for a happy and joyful mix.

Wishing you a very Happy & Prosperous New Year.

HAPPY NEW YEAR WISHES

2005-12-31T23:28:00.000+05:30

IISc campus at shoot out.

2005-12-29T20:00:00.000+05:30

Shoot out in an International conference? A terror that struck an international conference at the Indian Institute of Science (IISc) campus on Wednesday night killing a retired Mathematics professor from the Indian Institute of Technology, Delhi, M.C. Puri, and seriously injuring four others including one of the inventors of the Simputer.

According to eye witness accounts,a lone gunman[in campus...security pleaseeeeeeeeee] threw greenades and fled.Where does terrorism come in an conference of Operational Research?Some says it is an attack on Science[Sounds like a fan of Angels And Demons]. This has created a bad effect on Bangalore's Securtiy as such including the murder & rape of a BPO employee.

SIXTY SECONDS OF MAYHEM [Source:Indian Express]

1. 7.15 pm: After seminar at J N Tatar auditorium, opposite main IISc campus, delegates move to Satish Dhawan (CSIC) auditorium, 100 metres away, for a meeting

2. 7.20 pm: Gun-wielding man emerges from wooded parking area between two buildings, throws grenades

3. 7.20 pm: He then starts firing indiscriminately from suspected automatic weapon

4. 7.21 pm: Gunman dumps weapon near a tree, jumps into waiting white car and disappears

As I know him.......

2005-12-22T21:00:00.000+05:30

Too early for my next post huh? Jst check it out.

As I know him....

Sleepy eyes peeping from desk;
     bookworm chewing at itz best;
Sharemarket and internet as his mission,
     spreads magic with his diction.


This was all,my classmate,
   As I know him,just an appendage.
But his recherche’traits I knew late,
   which then made him look great.


Thereupon the facts stand apart,
  sleepy eyes look sensitive;
    bookworm became informative.
Deep inside I found a caring heart,
    ready to help out in distress,
And winsome enough to impress.


Trifling is his past time,
     I was scapegoat at times,
Music is one among his favorite;
     And a guy who detest cricket.


Lots more to say about my comerade,
      With whom I had oodles of chats,
Still have discoveries to be made,
      And now he is one of my best buddies.

Now do you accept with my last post !!!!!!

Poet….huh!!!Am I?

2005-12-21T18:00:00.000+05:30

I was ransacking my bookshelves in the name of cleaning & jst stumbled upon my school calender, a very old one.There was a poem [As I call it] written in my own sprawly handwriting. Here it is…

I wish I were…..

I was on my maiden flight
    enjoying the dizzy heights,
I felt I was a kite,
    flying free in sky.

Curious, I was to know about the crew,
    the attenstion of airhostess,I drew.
When I stretched my hands to
    take some sweets which are few,
She asked me how many I would like to chew?

She had gentle looks and soft voice,
     smiling face ;full of grace,
Curious passengers were full of enquires,
     to whom she has her pleasing replies.
It said that her salary was attractive,
                          indeed her job too.

I wish I were an airhostess
      flying in the air,with a beautiful dress,
Flying round and round,
        up in the sky.

Do u call this a poem? When did I write this? It is dated as
June-18th,1998.I never remember writing one such poem.I don’t think so
I can write one{Atleast of this level} now.

தேர்வுகள் ஒத்திவைப்பு

2005-12-19T10:36:00.000+05:30

மறுபடியும் தேர்வுகள் ஒத்திவைப்பு .இது மூன்றாவது தடவை இப்படி ஆகுது.படிக்கும் போதே யாரும் போன் பண்னி பரிட்சை இல்லை ணு சொல்லக் கூடாது டா சாமி என்று வேண்டிகிட்டு இருந்தேன். சரி இனிமே யாரும் சொல்ல மாட்டாங்க ணு 10:00 மணிக்கு புக்ஸ் எல்லாம் மூடிவெச்சேன் .அப்போ வந்தது ஒரு போன். பள்ளிகள் & கல்லூரிகள் விடுமுறை ணு நியூஸ் வந்தது அது பார்த்து ஒருத்தி போன் பன்னி கேட்டா. இல்லை டி தேர்வுகள் இருக்கு ணு சொல்லி சமாதான படுத்தி போன் வெச்சென். உடனே வி.பி போன் பன்னி ஒத்திவெச்சுட்டாங்க டி ணு சொன்னா.போச்சு.திரும்பவும் படிச்சது எல்லாம் வெத்து. சே பரிட்சை எப்போ ஆறம்பிச்சாங்கலோ தெரியல. ஆறம்பிச்சதுலருன்து ஒத்தி வெச்சு கிட்டே இருக்காங்க பா.

இது தான் நான் முதல் முறையாக தமிழில் செய்யும் போஸ்ட்.[அவ்ளோ வெட்டி] ஏதேனும் தவறுகள் இருந்தால் மண்ணிகவும்

Ganguly IN or OUT

2005-12-15T07:40:00.000+05:30

It was a poignant moment in the career of India's most successful test captain Saurav Ganguly, dropped from the test squad on Thursday to all but end his international career.Having pushed Sri Lanka paceman Chaminda Vaas for a single during the second test which India won on Wednesday, Ganguly intently watched as the shot was replayed a few times on the giant screen.

In his prime, Ganguly would have caressed that drive for four past cover. With selection at stake, it had to be a mere prod.In the end, Indian selectors lost patience by excluding him for the third and final test in Ahmedabad to focus on youth, all but ending the left-handed batsman's international career.The omission came despite his useful knocks of 40 and 39 to help India rally to a 188-run victory.

In October, he was sacked as captain and one-day player after a prolonged batting slump and a row with coach Greg Chappell.He barely kept his place for the first two Sri Lanka tests after chief selector Kiran More warned he would have to make big scores consistently.Indian media reported then that only a 3-2 split among the selectors had saved Ganguly. Three from the panel left following a regime change after recent cricket board elections.Any comeback into a talented middle-order now appears highly doubtful for the 33-year-old.In 86 tests, Ganguly has scored 5,150 runs at an average of about 40.00 including 12 centuries.He is among only four players to have scored more than 10,000 one-day runs with his 22 hundreds only behind compatriot Sachin Tendulkar's record 38.

The Kolkata player made a forgettable India debut as a teenager almost 14 years ago, banished after a single one-dayer with critics blaming his poor attitude.He stormed back five years later, scoring hundreds in his first two tests on the 1996 tour of England before going on to cement his one-day spot.Ganguly became captain in 2000 after Tendulkar quit following a 3-0 test series rout by Australia. His batting inconsistency was papered over as he added steel to the side.

Former Australia captain Steve Waugh criticised him for coming late for the toss during the 2001 India tour, where he guided the team to one of their greatest series triumphs, a stunning 2-1 comeback victory.Despite increasing criticism in India over his waning prowess with the bat, Ganguly would still have hoped for a more honourable exit from the side he led to a record 21 test wins.

2005-A year of Natural Disasters

2005-11-29T10:39:00.000+05:30

Though there r many gud things to write about this specific year the main thing that comes to mind is all the natural disasters that occurred through out the world. Beginning with Massive Indonesian Quake in February the year had faced a lot of quakes, volcanoes and storms. Then was the heavy rainfall at Mumbai that caused inundation of large masses of land .Had storms of varying names like Katrina, Wilma in America, a quake at Pakistan then lashing Chennai in the form of rain where people who did puja for bringing in rains ,are now doing the same for ending up the monsoon. And finally a large 5.9 earthquake that struck southern Iran. Jaggy has done a foto feature on Chennai Rains

All these years v were quite carelessly working out things without considering the impact on nature. Now itz the nature's time to put us all into problems. Starting of with Tsunami of Dec 26th 2004 the climate has seen various changes with heavy snow and rainfalls and drought at many places in earth. Atleast at this stage v make it a point to reduce the activities that cause dangerous effects on climate,atleast if we culd not neutralise the harm we hav done.

Traffic-cops and Bribe

2005-11-27T20:00:00.000+05:30

We Indians always have this habit of portraying the traffic police as bad guys, since they demand bribe. But how many of us accept the fact that, in most cases (lets say 90%), he's demading bribe, since we broke the law. How many of us have the courage, to stand up and say that i'ld pay the fine instead of bribing him. Till today, I havent bribed a traffic cop. Even at times when i was caught for running past thr' RED signals, exceeding speed, i'ld insist paying the fine, and they let me go.

Many times, I had scoffed at them, as they demand meagre amount such as 30-50Rs.It might sound a bit cheap, on their part, but the reality is that their financial condition is in such a bad state. I'm sure that their monthly pay would not be more than 7-8K, with no incentives. And even if he's uncorrupt, a traffic constable doesnt have the authority to fine; only a traffic seargent has the rights. So that being the case, the only way to punish the traffic voilaters is to bug them. Most guys demand bribe, while the rest just hold u for sometime, before letting u free.

So the best solution to stop corruption, and also impart strict traffic rules is to give the constables enough power to fine the voilaters on site, and the govt should also provide cops incentives based on the number of cases they file. Instead of just bragging about 'cops should not take bribe' and 'no one follows traffic rules', the govt should take a constructive solution to solve this problem: give incentives to cops, based on the revenue they generate.

Actually the cops I met today made me blog abt this .He stopped our car and saw me driving and checked evry single paper of our car .He let us go relunctantly as evrything was perfect and had no other option other than letting us go.

Weekend Outings.

2005-11-27T19:00:00.000+05:30

Oops!!Exams postponed.I started pondering where to go atleast to give a short break.Finally convinced my parents for a drive towards a village called Tamaripakkam, around 35 kms from my place where Chinmaya's mission Temple is located. So thought of venturing out to that place since itz not an usual one where we normally roam around.

A nice and calm place away from citie's dust and noise .It was exactly like a village shown in films with paddy fields on both sides of the wide highway.The monsoon has caused a wonderful effect on the weather and the paddy fields.The fresh air made us to pull down our car windows which is normally pulled up to avoid dust.Mom packed our lunch so that it wuld not b necessary to drive back again quickly.We reached the place around 12:30.The 65ft tall Temple and Satsang Hall is designed in the form of a Shiva Lingam. A Sphatika Lingam - an 'endless' form in crystal encrusted with diamonds and the granite linga was consecrated by the pouring of water from eight holy rivers of our land. Abishekam of this Sphatika Lingam is done once a year on Mahasivarathri, while daily puja is performed on a small granite Lingam. Lord Sarveshwara is believed to take the avatar of Dhanavantri every Sunday - Hence a free medical clinic is held every Sunday for the villagers of the neighbourhood. We roamed around in the parks and the places nearby and started back to home around 3:30.

That was a nice drive after a long time without signals and snarlling traffic.Finally a break from monotonous study schedule.hmm now hav to wait till xms r ovr for plan to native.

A visit to Singapore.

2005-11-26T18:47:00.000+05:30

Singapore is actually called as Mini–India, but I would call it as Mini-TamilNadu. When venturing out of India for the first time, I was more worried about food with capital ‘F’ than the other factors like altitude fears. Missing mom’s idlies and Dosas was a horrible option to me. But was quite relieved to have all Chennai dishes out there. Out of all the places I visited in Singapore, I am jst putting down some of the best places I rem’bered.
Sentosa Island: The Sentosa Island is located in the South of the city. The tropical forests which covered formerly the essence of the island of Singapore are limited today to the center where we find vast natural reserves. There are several ways to reach Sentosa Island, but the best is to take the cable car from Mt. Faber. The cable car offers some dramatic views of the city and Sentosa Island. Mt. Faber is not a terribly high mountain, but it is high enough to offer a good vantage point of the city.
The Night Safari: The Night Safari is one of the main attractions on your Singapore tour. The Singapore Zoo has been thoughtfully created to simulate the natural habitats of its resident animals. The Night Safari at Singapore is not to be missed; it is the first of its kind. The Zoo can be explored along its meandering walking trails or from the comfort of a tram that winds its way along a circular route. It is home to more than 2,000 animals representing over 240 species, the highlights of which include the polar bears and primate kingdom. Some 1000 nocturnal creatures can be found around these zones, from fierce predators to timid forest dwellers; all of them are seen in spacious enclosures that are crafted to mimic the wilderness as much as possible.

Jurong Bird Park And Jurong Reptile Park: This park is 20-hectares large, and is the largest bird park in South-East Asia. It houses 8000 birds from 600 species. It also has the world's largest hornbill collections. It also contains the world's largest man-made waterfall. Penguins can also be found at the Jurong Bird Park. All these species are housed in an air-conditioned habitat where they can be viewed through glass walls.

So without missing home and home food, reached back safely to home, sweet home.

Anything that can go wrong ,will go wrong..

2005-11-12T18:58:00.000+05:30

Murphy's Technology Law #1:

You can never tell which way the train went by looking at the track.

Murphy's Technology Law #2:

Logic is a systematic method of coming to the wrong conclusion with confidence.

Murphy's Technology Law #3:

Technology is dominated by those who manage what they do not understand.

Murphy's Technology Law #4:

If builders built buildings the way programmers wrote programs, then the first woodpecker that came along would destroy civilization.

Murphy's Technology Law #5:

Tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe, and he'll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it, and he'll have to touch to be sure.

Murphy's Technology Law #6:

All great discoveries are made by mistake.

Murphy's Technology Law #7:

Nothing ever gets built on schedule or within budget.

Murphy's Technology Law #8:

A meeting is an event at which minutes are kept and hours are lost.

Murphy's Technology Law #9:

The first myth of management is that it exists.

Murphy's Technology Law #10:

A failure will not appear until a unit has passed final inspection.

Murphy's Technology Law #11:

To err is human, but to really foul things up requires a computer.

Murphy's Technology Law #12:

A computer makes as many mistakes in two seconds as 20 men working 20 years make.

Rise and Fall of the Third Reich- a Review

2005-11-07T09:10:00.000+05:30

The Rise & Fall of The Third Reich is a voluminous showcase of history during the Second World War. As the title suggests, it deals with Nazi Germany & more specifically Adolf Hitler & his brand of the Superior ’’Aryan’’ race. The book starts of with the birth of Hitler, his childhood & his brand of ideals. The pace is very meticulous & credit must go to the writer to script Hitler’s childhood. The pace slowly quickens as Hitler moves to Austria.

Over 1400 pages of tightly spaced print and more footnotes than you can shake a stick at. However, it is an immensely rewarding read as Shirer presents the facts and tells the Reich's various stories in a very readable way. At certain points the reading can become heavy, especially when the author takes time out of the main timeline to explain side lines of interest, such as the almost amusing German plot to force the abdicated former King of England to speak well of the Reich during the war. By and large, though, the irrepressible rise of Adolf Hitler is impeccably documented, with much useful comment on the part of the author, always backed up with reference.

Through Hitler’s rise to the pinnacle of power, we are made aware of the Europe in those times & how all diplomacy was to be of no anvil. The normal activities of Germans & the life for them in those days was quite an eye opener. It still amazes me as to how the Germans could not have seen through the facade of Hitler Large doses of Mein Kampf also are scattered through out the book.

One highlight that needs mention is the writer’s analysis of how Hitler did exactly what he said he would do in Mein Kampf!!! The war started by Hitler by invading Austria Poland Finland & his close association with the Italian dictator Benito Mussolini is an amazing lesson on how the obvious can be missed!!!

The Final pages of the book talk about how Hitler refused his troops to retreat, Inspite of them losing the battle against USSR. It gives an insight into the man’s thinking & those of his people around him. The writer has very crisply created the fall of Berlin & the race for the Allies & the Russians to capture Hitler.

Important events such as the month leading up to September 1st, 1939, or the failed assassination attempt of July 1944 on Hitler are meticulously scrutinized, with almost every Last Avenue of possibility discussed. Shirer's closeness to unfolding happenings and his ability to make so many diverse personalities shine through the seemingly endless pages of detail mean that this book is a treat for anyone interested in learning more about the Third Reich.

I would like to mention here that if a person who wanted to know of the World War II in its true form, this book would exceed the expectations. To all those who want to know more of the Third Reich, this book is a must read. As mentioned right at the beginning, this is a heavy book & certain pages will really turn your stomach upside down.

Run Remix Song?????

2005-11-07T07:51:00.000+05:30

This is borrowed from a friend......But a gud remix version...

Nice one, on the lines of "Theradiveedhiyil..." from RUN

EMech books kooda dating panna ANNA UNIVERSITY nu therinjuko

Kadala potutu anna nu sonna VENKATESHWARA nu therinjuko

Helmet maatindu bike otina EASHWARI PONNUNGA nu therinjuko

Rajini pola style kaamicha MOP VAISHNAV nu therinjuko

Inavum solaren therunjuko dhakshnai koduthu therunjuko

Vaada machan vaisukku vandhuta

Meesaye molekala vaisukku vandhuta

Jailku kulla kaadhal panna SATHYABAMA nu therinjuko

Thanni adichutu 1st rank vaangina REC ponnu nu therinjuko

Robot pola reactione illana CRESCENT ponnu nu therinjuko

Sweeta pesi hota irundha NIFT ponnu nu therinjuko

Inavum solaren therunjuko dhakshnai koduthu therunjuko

Vaada machan vaisukku vandhuta

Meesaye molekala vaisukku vandhuta

placement kaaga kadala pota SSN ponnu nu therinjuko

swarna akka pola koothu aducha PSG ponnu nu therinjuko

einstein pola asingama olarna BITS PILANI nu therinjuko

shakespeare pola peter vitta HINDUSTAN COLLEGE nu therinjuko

inavum solaren therunjuko dhakshnai koduthu therunjuko

vaada machan vaisukku vandhuta

meesaye molekala vaisukku vandhuta

Leave Letter na ippadi thaan irukannum

2005-11-06T10:00:00.000+05:30

An employee applied for leave as follows:
Since I have to go to my village to sell my land along with my wife.Please sanction me one-week leave.

Another employee applied for half day leave as follows:
"Since I've to go to the cremation ground at 10 o-clock and I may not return, please grant me half day casual leave"

A leave letter to the headmaster:
"As I am studying in this school I am suffering from headache. I request you to leave me today"

An incident of a leave letter:
"I am suffering from fever, please declare one day holiday."

Another leave letter written to the headmaster:
As my headache is paining, please grant me leave for the day.

Covering note:
"I am enclosed herewith..."

Another one:
"Dear Sir: with reference to the above, please refer to my below..."

From a Govt employee:
As my mother-in-law has expired and I am responsible for it, please grant me 10 days leave.

Actual letter written for application of leave:
"My wife is suffering from sickness and as I am her only husband at home I may be granted leave".

Letter writing:
"I am in well here and hope you are also in the same well."

Another gem from Govt Leave-letter from an employee who was performing his daughter's wedding:
"As I am marrying my daughter, please grant a week's leave.."

From an employee who was performing the "mundan" ceremony of his 10year old son:
"As I want to shave my son's head, please leave me for two days.."

A candidate's application:
"This has reference to your advertisement calling for a 'typist and anaccountant - Male or Female'... As I am both for the past several years and I can handle both, I am applying for the post.

And finally my class mate's leave letter:
"As my cycle was suffering from severe puncture and the doctor was in rounds I could not immediately cure my cycle.Later when doctor came he could not diagnose the problem and had to wait the whole day for getting things done"

Interview-Cleared.

2005-11-06T09:30:00.000+05:30

I was jst wondering what to blog…then my frnd just pointed out to blog about my native. Confused how this is connected to the title???? I thought a topic that played a major role in my campus interview would be a good topic to blog about. Before telling U how this helped me out let me tell U something about my native.

Though living in dust filled and noisy Chennai [Chennai fans please forgive me], I rightly belong to a calm village called Chelakkara, which is a valley and is surrounded by the Machat Mountains on all the four sides. This village belongs to the cultural headquarters of Kerala- Thrissur.

My mom’s native is Thrissur. According to Malayalees, the kid follows her mom’s custom. Thus I follow my mom’s custom. The term Thrissur is the abbreviated anglicized form of the Malayalam word "THRIS-SIVA-PERUR" which means the town of the "SACRED SIVA”. It is the place of 3 Shivan temples - Thiruvambadi temple, Vadakkunathan Temple and Pamamekkavu. [Names look different rite]

Thrissur is famous for one thing that I can’t stop mentioning from-Thrissur Pooram which is a cultural highlight par excellence, celebrated in the Malayalam month Medam (April/May). It is an annual 8-day festival. It is considered to be the mother of all poorams [pooram refers to festival] The two century old festival of spectacular procession of caparisoned elephants and enthralling percussion performances in a never ending succession is an 36 hours marathon event of incredible beauty, a feast for the eye and the ear, unfolding between 6 am to 12 noon . Each elephant participating in this festival is richly caparisoned, adorned with ornaments and topped with an equally well-decorated parasol. There are 15 elephants from each group. Each side tries to outdo the other in the decoration of elephants, as the side putting up a better display than its rival is adjudged as the winner for that particular year. Though the breathtaking spectacle of the procession is over by dusk, the night sky over Thrissur is lit up with an equally breathtaking display of fireworks. These fireworks out beat Diwali of Chennai. Different from the usual temple festival, Thrissur Pooram is participated and conducted by people across all barriers of religion and caste. All people of Kerala celebrate festivals like Onam and Vishu.

So this is all about my native place. It played a major role during my interview [campus selection]. I cleared through aptitude tests and technical interview and finally reached the last lap of so-called placement. Those were the tensed movements of life. Going through technical was somewhat similar to a university lab viva. And to my luck or shall I say bad luck, my HR interviewer turned out to be a Malayalee. So from my application he came to know I am Malayalee. He started off asking question about latest developments of my native to which blinked and passed on to next one. I had to convince him that it is not that I was ignorant but being settled in Chennai and doing engineering has kept me busy from going to my place. With all these things finally getting over I thought I would be sacked and looked at him with expectant eyes. He told me that we would further meet at TCS campus. I was over excited and tried level best to keep calm. The results were announced after a long wait of 3 hours. Finally got through. All these information I collected only after my interview so that atleast nowadays I keep things informed.

Cricket...

2005-11-01T11:22:00.000+05:30

Veetule ippo enn vida enn amma cricket nu solli remote thara mattengaranga...romba mosam..Munadi ellam oru brother or sister illiye intha madiri sanda poda nu feel panuven anna ippo...

Seri SriLanka oda matchu nu parkalam nu sat.Veetule sudden suthi ellarum Kris Srikanthaaaa marritanga.

Amma:Srilanakan Team is gud.Jaipur grnd is not lucky 4 us,v nevr win in tht grnd.[appuram romba praises 4 Srilankan Caption.ithu porathu nu Gangulyai vera thittu.]
Naan:"Amma eppo soil test ellam panna arambichanga"
Appa:[avar pangukku ethavathu sollanum le]Ammam Ammam Indian Team waste....
Amma:[Srilankan Game was ovr]Aiyooooooooo 298 aaa romba kastham pa ,Indian Teamku [ammavai naan official advisor vechen athoda pochu]
Naan:"Pavama naan" nadule 4 a changeku channel mathinen
Appa:[ ennai vera parthu oru look]Change back to Sports
Channel matha kuda urumai illiya pa

After that konjam neram rendu berum summa thaan irundhanga enn na partha both jst left 4 nap.Freedom oda I was watching TV. Sharpa game mudiyara time le vanthanga,game was almost at ending stage.Amma ku Dhoni yai suddena pudichu pochu..Suddena Indian Team mela ore akarai.And when Dhoni had his final ovr,amma sudden platea mathitanga.Intha pitch batting pitch [Dhoni rendu 6's in a single ovr le adichadule ammaku enn kastham nu theriyale].athu nalla thaan Indians won nu.I was too astonished at these comments.

Ithuku mela naan inga iruntha enn vai summa irukathu, I jst escaped.I used to criticise at times the Indian Team but still I always had a specific liking towards them.Being a caption is not jst a simple job but always our team has kept itz team morale with itz caption.We used to crib for Indian team's losses.Wat ppl fail to think is "Itz all a dayz job and it depends on tht time".I always used to say this to any one who asks my opinion.So same goes here.Cricket attracts a lot of attention at home now.anna ippo ennoda remote mela irundha adikamme pochu

I am no more a teenager...

2005-10-30T21:52:00.000+05:30

Dated March 2nd 2005

An IV{naange kuthu adikarathuku ippadi oru peru}again.But this time it was an outstation IV.Veetule periya tsunamiku appuram appa arai manasa seri nu sonnaru[Hitler pa].So oru enthu oda ellarum Hyderabad pakkam ponnom.A company named "GlobeArena" was our destination.But company was just a reason to roam around.

So after 14 hours of tedious but njoyable journey in Charminar Xpress,v reached our hotel.Having refreshed ourselves v reached the so-called company.Anga onnu-rendu sincere party ellam company lecture kettutu vanthanga v again set off 4 lunch.Had a wonderful lunch{with my spl:Gongura}.Then roamed around Charminar and bought lots of bangles & finally back to rooms to refresh ourselves.

The next day was my b'day.Had no special plans for tht day as each one of us were tired of 28 hrs train journey in a day's time.Normally we used to sit till late n8 in trains and sleep only when TTR compels us to do so.But today my frnds pavam [appadi ellam unnum ille ellam seriyana arathu] were tired and making plans to sleep early.I thought of giving them sweets morning and so slept off (appada treat micham).

Didn't expect ppl to arrange anything 4 my b'day as it had short time. But they jst made everything superb.12:00 ahaaaaaaa.. My b’day.But I was in deep sleep.They woke me up.I got up blinking………A nice superb chocalate cake.My favorite one-Black Current and surrounded by my best frnds.

I never had such a superb b’day.Many of my classmates to whom my interaction is limited{samathu ponnu pa} too wished me happy b’day. Smeared with cream from cake and with tremendous happiness I returned back home.How could I not blog abt such an IV and a superb b’day even though itz too late to specify about tht.Itz better late than nevr.

Silence

2005-10-30T09:05:00.000+05:30

Have you ever experienced a moment in your life when you just ran out
of words and you go... s i l e n t ???

Let me assist you in recalling...
... the moment when you left your home for the first time and you look
back at your parents who are worried that their son/daughter are
leaving them yet happy that their child took the first step towards
independence..
...the moment when the girl/boy you like most.. smiled back at you!
You dont say anything.. you just smile back.
... the moment when you get better marks than you expected... those
"numb" moments of ecstacy n surprise "is that true?"...
... the moment when you are parting with your old friend(s) and the
train has just started... and you are standing on the door of the
wagon.. waving "bye-bye" with your heart beating fast...
... the moment after the HR manager has just called you and told
you,"You are through! Congrats!".
... the moment when you sit alone in your room after having told
everyone that you cleared that exam you prepared for 6 months!!

You can go on remembering your "special" moments!
I had always wondered why I never said anything to myself at those
moments.. as if it was "understood"... happiness, joy, pain.. all
feelings just flowed ceaselessly in the 'years' that passed in those
flash moments!They say.. the best way to communicate is through "silence".Love. Joy. Grief. Surprise. Anger. Hope. Expectations. Support.Non-cooperation...

Can you imagine the importance of a silent moment in a song??When Bryan Adams stops for a while along with music, before he goes
on in his husky voice...... Please forgive me. I cant stop loving you!

Ever had those moments when you thought you were tired enough that
you reach for your bed after dinner.. but find yourself wide awake
looking at the roof of your room silently.
...But you sure are 'thinking'... those moments of self-talk are the
most important in our lives. Those moments when we listen to our own
hearts! Those promises... those decisions... those are the moments
when we make our destinies!
Next time you go silent... listen carefully to what your heart is
saying.. listen to its joy...listen to its pain.. listen to itsfears.. listen to its desires..

Dont make it shut up and go off to sleep...LISTEN TO THAT VOICE and ACCEPT EVERYTHING IT SAYS!
That voice alone can lead you to the abode of peace that your
sleep lacks...peace that awaits you!Be in touch with your true self... be silent once a day, every day !Its the attitude not aptitude that determines Altitude.