Jagamum naan Ahamum naan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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