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One night at Cherrapunji

2010-04-29T07:49:00.004+05:30

Curves inspire! Jay felt extremely inspired and excited as the train traversed through the curvy tracks of Assam. It was long journey for Jay and his friends from IISC Bangalore. After 4 years of hard core studies, Jay was travelling back home to Cherrapunji his little town in the foot hills of eastern Himalayas. November is festival time in Meghalaya. The Wangala dance festival also known as the 100 drums festival marks the end of a period of toil, it is the harvest festival held in honor of Saljong, the Sun-god of fertility. It also marks the onset of winter. But for Cherrapunji it’s only Monsoon throughout the year. Jay wanted to show the traditional extravaganza of the wangala dance festival to his friends. Jay, Tara, Meena and Arnold weren’t the best of buddies at IISC, but they shared a tempo of high spirits which no once else had. Jay’s sudden invitation to his town came as the biggest surprise to the three friends. Still the desire to explore the unknown frontier of the North East persuaded the three to pack up their bags with Jay. Jay’s description of the Wangala dance festival and its charisma fuelled fires of enthusiasm in Tara and Meena. Though Arnold wasn’t interested much in dance or festivities, his intention to hang around with his friends was a good enough reason to make him pack his bag! The four departed from Bangalore to their dream destination…Cherrapunji.

Train No# 5625 Bangalore-Guwahati Express was not among the fastest of the trains. Two nights had passed since they started from Bangalore and the train seemed to be running endlessly. Jay was explaining again and again the fancy and fun of the dance festival which kept the spirits of Meena and Tara alive! Arnold had his own entertainment, walking from one end of the train to the other looking for good looking girls. Poor chap his luck wasn’t that good in this train. It was dawn of Day 3 when Jay noticed this beauty. The train had reached the foothills of the eastern Himalayas. Moving slowly along the curvy tracks of the Assam, the diesel engine gave occasional jerks to wake up the sleeping friends. Tara was feeling too cold. She tried covering her more with her pullover when she noticed half open window. In half sleep she tried closing it but it wouldn’t budge. Trying hard she rolled out the window in the reverse direction which opened it up fully. Tara’s eyes opened wide, the sight she saw outside the window brought a smile in her eyes! The mist covered mighty Himalayas on either side of the train caught her imagination. She sat near the window hugging tightly to her pullover admiring the awe inspiring mountains. Time passed and one by people started getting up. There was this murmuring noise all along the train. The friends made sure they had everything packed as Jay indicated it was time to get down.

Old fashioned railways station, horse driven stagecoaches, over crowded buses, mud roads, chai dukkans, men and women in traditional desi attires… it was a feast for the Bangalore based friends all along from Guwahati to Cherrapunji. It was too late when the gang reached Cherrapunji and almost mid-night when they reached the lodge where Jay had made arrangements for their night stay. Jay’s house is just few meters away from that lodge. But he knew his home is not the right place for his friends. The orthodox family scene may not be a comfortable environment for his friends. Hence he had made separate lodging arrangements. But he chose to stay home, he was aware his family would expect him to be home. Back in the room, Tara Meena and Arnold were too tired to be awake. They all fell asleep each in one direction. Two days of continuous travel had sucked out all their energy. They felt deadbeat.

Meena’s ears sensed the room phone ringing. She slowly picked it and heard Jay shouting, “Come on guys wake up...you got to be ready in 30 mins, the pooja starts at 9.00 AM”. Meena quickly grabbed her senses and assured Jay that she would take care of pulling up others on time. She then kicked Tara and Arnold to get ready. The trio rushed up to meet the 30 min deadline so that they don’t disappoint Jay. Disappointment was avoided but not the SHOCK!

Jay was startled to see his friends in Traditional wear. Tara and Meena were in Saree and Arnold in dhoti. But the element of shock was not the dress but the way they had dressed up. No one knew how to wrap the Saree or the dhoti. Jay could not stop laughing. He wanted to give them another chance to try the dress again. But he knew the pooja rituals at his home won’t wait for them. Hence the friends decided to go ahead. The streets were all decorated for the season. Tara wanted to gaze through all the decoratives, but all that she could manage was to hold and take care of her slipping Saree. Meena was feeling far better and Arnold decided to stop worrying about his dhoti. Their moods were festive, spirits high, atmosphere joyous; a dream vacation had just taken good shape. The young friends were all happy shouting and playing around at Jay’s house. Their cheerful movement around the house was not welcome by the oldies at jay’s house.

The orthodox family of Jay started grudging slowly. There was whispering, then at a point Jay’s eldest sister shouted out at Jay. The entire crowd watched her shouting at Jay at the hallway. She was spurting out anger at the unconventional behavior of Jay’s friends in her native language. She commanded Jay to take away his friends and not to bring them back home again. Jay’s friends were there too. They did not understand why Jay was getting this ugly treatment in front of the crowd. All they could make out was that their friend was being put to embarrassment in front of everyone. They did not even realize that he was being screwed up for their acts. But all they had in mind was that Jay is being let down. The moment Jay’s sister moved out of that place, the three friends ran together to Jay and hugged him tight. Three friends hugging their friend together!!! The crowd watched that with awful eyes. Jay did not know what to tell his friends. He was speechless. Actually was almost in tears due to his sister’s awkward behavior. But when his friends hugged him he indeed broke down with tears. But this time it was tears of strength. The loving hug dismissed all embarrassment and filled his mind with peace and strength. The purity of friendship stood tall amidst all odds.

Friends FOREVER!!!

விண்ணை தாண்டி வருவாயா

2010-02-27T09:56:00.008+05:30

இந்த பூமி மீது புது பற்று
வாழ்க்கையில் ஓர் பிடிப்பு
தனிமை மேல் வெறுப்பு
எல்லாம் உன்னால் என
எப்படி சொல்வேன் உன்னிடம்!

உன்னை மறப்பதும் விண்ணை மறைப்பதும்
என்றென்றும் முடியாதது!
விண்ணை தாண்டி வருவாயா !!

ஏன் என் வாழ்வில் வந்தாய் நீ ?
வரம் கிடைத்தும் நான் உன்னை தவற விட்டேன் அன்பே
மன்னிப்பாயா!!!

மேலும் மேலும் உருகி உருகி உன்னை எண்ணி ஏங்கும் இதயத்தை என்ன செய்வேன்

பொய் சொல்ல தெரியாதடி

2009-12-20T07:34:00.002+05:30

அவள் கையில் சேர ஏங்கவில்லை

அவள் தோளில் சாய ஆசையில்லை

அவள் போன பின்பு சோகம் இல்லை

என்று

பொய் சொல்ல தெரியாதடி

SHIVAJI

2009-12-14T09:33:00.004+05:30

Being a widow, living in a thatched roof house, working as a servant maid… nothing made her feel poor. But it was the first day in her lifetime Malathi felt the sting of being poor. Without a telephone connection at home she felt paralyzed. "If only I had a telephone at home, my son would have called up by now", Malathi lamented within herself. Her son who went to school that morning did not return back home. Her attempt to find him in and around the school turned futile. She wasn't even sure if her son remembered her owner's telephone number which she had given him long back to be used for emergency contact. She prayed and hoped that he should be back anytime. The sunset, the emergence of darkness, the loneliness of the night, the speed of the clock; nothing seemed to stop… so was Malathi's grief. It was already 11:20 PM then. The only option left with her was to wait for dawn and approach the Police and her owner for help. Her neighbors consoled her, promised help and had jus left. She was silently crying all alone at home. She heard a car stop near her house. It was her owner's car. She came running surprised to see him there at that time of the night. The owner had brought good news for her. He informed Malathi that he had got a call from the Railway police that her son was at the Tambaram railway station. Malathi went with the owner in the car to pick up her son. She couldn't control her tears on the way…she kept weeping while her owner consoled her. Malathi was relieved, her tears stopped only after the policeman handed over her son to her. He was bit rude with Malathi. He murmured… "Pullaya pathuka theriyadhuna edhuku ivunga ellam pethukranga". Her owner dropped back them at home. Malathi and her son went to bed at 3 AM. She knew that her son had actually tried to runaway from home. She did not ask him anything about why he decided to runaway. She just hugged her son and slept.

If there was anything in this world that Shivaji would hate…it was his school and his books. Shivaji the eight year old son of Malathi was a very reluctant school boy. The smell of the book meant poison to him. His mother had to change his school 3 times in 3 years-courtesy his perforamance! Teachers had tough time trying to get Shivaji write something in his books. This is the limit. I can't tolerate anymore the hardship of tackling books, school and teachers. The world is open for me and here I start to explore! Shivaji decided to runaway from home. He loved his mother very much. He cannot afford to miss her. But he hated his books more than that. His hatred and the fancy of he unknown world persuaded him to flee. That day, he walked out of school towards home. But then took a 'U' turn towards the east. After 2 hrs of non stop walking, he reached the Marina beach. He played there till his heart was content. Twilight hours have always been at home with books for me. Today he was at the beach playing with the waves. He felt he was at the top of the world. With the same enthusiasm he took his school bag rushed to the Napier's Bridge. With the all the force he could apply, he threw his bag in the river. He bid good bye to his studies and headed south. He was walking along the road aimlessly. He then boarded a bus and reached Tambaram. With the available money in his pocket he bought loads of snacks to keep himself occupied during his unscheduled journey. It was already 11 PM when he reached the Tambaram railway station. He was switching between platforms not knowing which train to board in which direction. A policeman saw this wobbly boy moving around in school uniform. With suspect and sense of responsibility, he approached the boy and started enquiring. Learning the boy's plight, the policeman warned him of serious action if he doesn't get back home. Shivaji broke down in fear. He did not know the way to reach his home. All he remembered was the telephone number of the SIR for whom his mom worked. And that brought him back to his mother.

Malathi felt lost looking at his son's attitude towards school and studies. But her only hope for life was her son Shivaji. Hence she took the hard decision of stopping school as per his son's wish. It was Shivaji's wish and priority to work as a mechanic at an auto shop for which Malathi had to oblige. With a tough heart she let her son go for work as a mechanic. Being mechanic at a tender age of 8 was no mean task. But Malathi had to do it as this was the only way she found to retain Shivaji with her at home!

Shivaji loved his new avatar as a mechanic. Hard core work with nuts and bolts, frequent visits to tea stall to buy tea and snacks for his boss and colleagues, being part of big people's gossip, going to movies in gangs, Shivaji was enjoying every moment of his life. Frequenting to tea shop to buy tea and cigarette for his boss started taking the toll on him slowly. One day he was enthused to try his style at smoking. Initially he struggled, but his interest drove him better everyday. He soon turned expert in smoking. Every time he went to the tea shop he would get a cigar for himself, smoke out to his heart's content and only then get back to work. His boss started noticing the delay in getting tea every time. One day he followed him candidly to observe what has been causing the delay. Seeing Shivaji stop to smoke, in a fist of anger his boss slammed him hard. It was a coincidence for good that Malathi was out to the shop that day when she saw the person thrashing Shivaji on the road. Malathi could not control her anger when she was informed that Shivaji had learnt smoking. She pulled him to house and cried for hours together. Finally it was time for the dejected mother to decide. She had to put a full stop to his mechanic life which took him to bad habits. From the next day, wherever she went, she took Shivaji too with her. This went on for few weeks, when one day her owner asked her about her plans for Shivaji. Malathi had no plans in mind, but all she wanted was Shivaji to grow up as a good man. The owner's brother was to arrive at his place for a one month vacation from the US. The owner offered to pay Malathi extra money if she accepted to have Shivaji stay here at his home to assist him during his brother's visit. Malathi saw this as a safe bet as Shivaji would be under her eye sight.

The Owner's brother arrived. Shivaji's daily work was to ensure that his room was always clean, assist him in daily chores as required and take care of the garden. Shivaji did not enjoy this work, but this was better than being idle. Days passed, and Shivaji felt bored with his work. One day while cleaning the room, he saw his master's wallet on the bed. Tempted to see what was inside, he opened the wallet which overflew with money. Devil's mind pulled out a ten rupee note from it and inserted it into his pocket. He did not spend that money the whole day. The next day when was convinced that his master had not realized anything about the missing money, he spent that ten rupee for buying himself some chocolates. He was generous enough to give chocolates to his friends nearby too. The next day he pulled out a 50 rupee note. Got lots of chocolates. The other day he pulled out a 100 rupee note and got the best of the chocolates available in the market. When his friends enquired from where he got the chocolates from, he lied that he got them from his uncle who had come from Dubai!

Poor Malathi, she was unaware about all these. Days passed and Shivaji had become not an intentional, but a habitual thief. His master had indeed observed money missing from his wallet everyday, and one fine day Shivaji was caught red-handed. The owner and his brother threatened him that he will be handed over to the police. But they did not do so for the sake of Malathi. Shivaji had no guts to face his mother with the thief scar on his face. Ashamed of himself, Shivaji decided to flee the house once again. This time he managed to get into a Kerala bound train.

Life takes you in its own path if you do not choose one for yourself. This is true with Shivaji. He wandered around Kerala for many days without food and shelter. Finally he landed at an orphanage in the foothills of the Western Ghats. From the ninth year of his life, till he turned nineteen, for ten long years, he spent his life at the orphanage. Cutting trees was his major task all these years. He grew up amidst holy fathers and sisters of the Christian missionary which ran the orphanage. In these ten years, everything changed. Shivaji became Antony Raj. He learnt to be good, he grew strong but he never knew how to read and write! As children grew up as youngsters, they no longer needed the shelter of the orphanage. But it was never time for Antony Raj to leave as he never knew what the world was outside the abode.

One fine morning when Raj was about to leave for his daily work, he saw a familiar face at the reception. It was his mother!!! He ran towards his mother and stood speechless. He had no excuses to offer, but still his eyes revealed his gratitude for his mother. His mother's search for him was the sign of forgiveness and love. Malathi had undergone lots of trouble and pain finding her son. The 10 year long wait was worth it. He got her son as a revived youngster. She was happy to see her son as a new person. They both headed back to Chennai with new hopes of a new beginning.

Malathi was not ready to see Shivaji as Antony Raj. Though Raj was bit detached about shedding his Christian identity, he felt his mother's comfort with Shivaji was the need of the hour. Antony Raj reincarnated as Shivaji again. He wanted a job to take up the bread winner role. What work can an illiterate expect in a metro? Even to become a driver a SSLC certificate is mandatory. Previous history of being a mechanic did not allow that thought to reap in to their minds. The most flourishing IT industry did show a way to them. One of Malathi's neighbors who was a food supplies contractor to one of the leading IT solutions concern in Chennai promised Shivaji a job as a pantry attendant. New khaki uniforms, ID card, shoes, cap…Shivaji had a new lifestyle ahead.

Witth all hopes of a new begining, Shivaji jump started with his new career. His job was to give away coffee and snacks for the food tokens surrendered by the employees. At times employees would give money when they don't carry tokens. At the end of the day, Shivaji had to make sure he had enough tokens and money to account for the number of cups of coffee and snacks he had vended out. The few Rupees which the coffee cost did not matter much to the well to do employees. They never cared to take back change at times. Shivaji never understood the money and token tallying. All he would do was to submit everything under his desk to his supervisor. There have been days when Shivaji had given more money than the daily sales amount. Shivaj never noticed this but the supervisor acted as though he never observed. Days passed, weeks went ahead, and Shivaji was fast settling in his new job. Bad time did soon catch up with him. One day his supervisor noticed that few tokens worth Rs.5 were less than the number of cups of coffee sold that day. It could well be a case where couple of employees did not handover tokens when their group gave a bunch together or Shivaji might have given back extra change when someone paid by cash. But the supervisor was very rude to accuse him of stealing. He gave a stern warning to Shivaji before he let him go. Very upset of what happened to him, Shivaji became more conscious and started double checking the tokens and cash for every sale he made. Next two weeks went fine but then history repeated again. Today the shortage was equal to Rs.18. Being the second time and a bigger value than the former, Shivaji had to undergo embarrassment with public words of insult and being branded as a cheat. Devastated by the events, Shivaji went home with a heavy heart. The young man who has never cried since his early childhood broke down to his mother expecting consolement. Malathi dearly spoke to her son trying to bring peace to his mind. But then, when Shivaji was almost getting rid of his tears, Malathi slowly requested… "Panama eda eduthirindha kudutidalam pa"… This was the most hurting moment in Shivaji's life. He was dejected to the core that even his mother had element of doubt in him, thanks to his childhood history! Without uttering a word, Shivaji walked out of his house. He kept walking aimlessly. He reached the Napier's bridge from where he threw his school bag into the river when he was 9 yrs old. Now at 19 years he stood there repenting for all his mistakes. In anguish he burst out crying aloud. It was the cry of the century.

The road ahead is rugged. But certainly there is a path. Shivaji will survive.

"If wealth is lost, nothing is lost. If health is lost, something is lost. But, if character is lost, everything is lost."

Kabhi Kabhi Aditi..!

2009-06-24T05:23:00.002+05:30

Colombo, March 25th 2006, 6:30 PM
Her elbows were bleeding. She was in total shock unable to find a way out. The raging fire and the stampede at the shopping complex had left her stranded away from her friends. The fall from the escalator on the first floor hurt her badly. The fire had engulfed the entire floor. The usually bold girl today had no other option but cry! Just then a hand pulled her and swept her away into a store in that floor. Sagar could not think of anything else to escape the fire but to break open the show case glass and jump out of the complex. Grabbing her hands, Sagar with all his power kicked heavily on the glass. The window pane broke into pieces giving them a way out of the fire raged complex. Sagar pushed forward the shock driven girl asking her to jump down the window. But she wouldn’t do it. She was afraid to jump one floor down to the ground. Understanding the girl’s mind, Sagar convinced her that he would jump first so that he can catch her when she jumps down. Not giving her much time to think, Sagar jumped down and asked her to jump. Standing at the brim of the floor, she couldn’t gather enough confidence to jump down.

“You have to jump now. I’m here to catch you. Now come on jump” when he was shouting this aloud, she closed her eyes and jumped down. Sagar carefully caught hold of her in his arms. He ensured that her descent did not hurt her. She was lying in his arms like a small kid. Sagar stood still for a while. In sometime she came to her senses and got down. Without even looking at his face, she ran towards the other end of the building in search of her friends. Little did she realize that she had not even had the mind to say a word of gratitude to the person who saved her life. Sagar wasn’t surprised seeing her run away. But he was still standing there cherishing the few moments, the brief spell when she was in his arms like a cute little flower ready to bloom.

For a timid guy like Sagar, it was her grace which gave him the strength to save himself and her. Pondering over the sweet bitter moments that just went by, Sagar sat down on the ground unattended. After few minutes he made up his mind to leave the place. As he was getting up, he saw a young lady rushing towards him. It was she who had left him alone there a while ago. She came running, took his hand, uttered a short, sweet and heartfelt thank you. She wrote on his palm her mobile number and her name…Aditi!

Sagar
Born and brought up at Trichy, Tamilnadu, India. Complete BA History at St.Joseph’s College Trichy in 2003. Joined a Diploma course in Journalism at Asian College of Journalism, Chennai in 2004. His took up his first job joined his first job with SUN TV as Tamil NEWS Script writer in June 2004. Unwillingly he had to move to Colombo as Assistant NEWS reporter in February 2005. A timid, shy guy, Sagar had no big aspirations in life. His life never beyond the lines of his work, his room and the occasional letters to wrote to his family back in India.

Aditi
The Daredevil; the explorer, Aditi is a great cook. Because she is currently attending culinary classes J She is the synonym of smile. There is nothing big in this world more than her 1999 model scooty, milk chocolates, and walking in rain. She can live without anything except for her favorite food and friends. Her little den (the hostel room) was something reserved for night sleep alone. She has got the rest of the world for the day!

Sagar’s encounter with Aditi threw open a new ray of life for him. Aditi marked the end of an era of lifelessness. Aditi wanted to be loyal to Sagar for having saved her life. For Sagar, Aditi’s friendship was made his life colorful. He started loving chocolates while Aditi soon took interest in NEWS reporting. Day by day their friendship grew sweeter. Aditi started visiting Sagar daily. She dropped him wherever he wanted to go to collect news. She was his payless driver. Sagar on the other hand became the test rat to taste Aditi’s recipes. Not even a single weekend passed without a movie and dinner together. Life was sweet for them.

Saturday, September 23rd 2006
After their usual Saturday evening movie and dinner, Aditi & Sagar were returning home. Usually Aditi drives the bike (her scooty) and Sagar takes the pillion. Today Aditi wanted Sagar to ride the bike as she was feeling too tired. Sagar drove slowly but steadily. It was around 10:30 PM when they reached the hostel. Aditi got down, took over her bike and parked it inside the hostel. She then came out to wish him good night. Sagar usually takes the local train from there to reach his apartment. He had hardly taken few steps away from the hostel when Aditi called him. “ Sagar…tomorrow morning be here sharp at 9 o clock…I have a surprise for you”
Sagar smiled, nodded and left the place. On the way, he was guessing to himself on what could be the surprise but he had no clue.

Aditi was very much pleased with herself on having created the hype of a surprise as she wished. With this content feeling she singed her way to her room. As she climbed up the stairs, she noticed a suspicious shadow behind the pillar. Very boldly she went near the shadow questioning who it was in a stern commanding voice. The hiding militant, to put off her voice, swiftly swept his knife past her neck. Aditi fell down speechless and bleeding.

Sunday, September 24th 2006
Sagar couldn’t resist the suspense behind the surprise. So he came there to her hostel early at 7 AM. He was indeed surprised to see the crowd around the hostel campus. As he sneaked through the campus, he saw Aditi wrapped in blood stained white cloth taken into the ambulance.

6:00 AM, September 24th 2009
Sagar is now the chief NEWS editor of the Daily Thanthi, the famous news daily from Trichy.
He takes the newspaper and directly moves to the third page, and reads through the obituary column which read…

3rd Death Anniversary

Aditi Vikraman
Born : 24/09/1984
Died : 24/09/2006
Fondly Remembered by Family & Friends

காதலா கடவுளா

2009-05-07T06:26:00.003+05:30

காதலா தோற்றது நண்பனே தோற்றது காதலர் மட்டுமே!

காதலா கடவுளா இரண்டுமே கண்ணுக்கு தெரிவதே இல்லையே!

என் நதியே

2009-04-10T05:26:00.006+05:30

என் நதியே என் கண் முன்னே வற்றிப்போனாய்

வான் மழையாக எனை தேடிமண்ணில் வந்தாய்

என் தாகங்கள் தீர்க்காமல் கடலில் ஏன் சேர்கிறாய்

Padma...Answer Me!

2009-03-09T05:34:00.004+05:30

‘Karthick indha ponna than love panranam… indha ponna than kalyanam pannika poranam…’ the news spread like fire in karthick’s sister wedding. Padma and Karthick know each other for past 2 years. Karthick had never expressed his affection for Padma in these 2 years. Everyone knew that they were attracted to each other. But the talk of an love affair was never in the air. Karthick enjoyed and cherished every moment spent with Padma. Not even a single day passed without talking with her. Karthick hoped that Padma will recognise his love for her and that he will never require to express it in words.

One fine day, when they were as usual having their daily chat, Padma told Karthick that her wedding was almost fixed. Though nothing was offical, she said she was informing him before telling anyone else. Karthcik was shell-shocked to hear this. He couldn’t sleep that night. He did not wish her. He was hoping high that what Padma told him that night was all false and for fun.

His hopes were shattered when he learnt that Padma’s wedding was indeed fixed. Karthick did not know what to do. He knew that there was no use now going and explaining to her his intention of marrying her. But this would not let him sleep! He wanted atleast Padma should get to know the fact that he loved her. So he conveyed his love to her in the most subtle way. He always had romantic dreams but today he had to convey his love just as a message. Padma’s reaction wasn’t too expressive. She was very much composed and dismissed his love as kiddish.

Karthick did not try to persuade her as she was into her wedding arrangements in full swing. He did not want to disturb her harmony. Her excitement about marriage was jubiliant in her eyes. Karthick’s heart wasn’t broken as he tried to pacify himself that ‘If Padma was never interested, then why worry about it’

Days passed, weeks passed, months passed… Padma got engaged. The daily conversations between Padma and Karthick dropped and came to near Nil by this time. It was a Sunday evening when Padma came to karthick’s house to invite his family for the wedding. She knew karthick doesn’t need a formal invitation. She was very coyish today with karthick’s family unlike other days. After inviting his parents she was about to leave when karthick offered to drop her back home. He has dropped her several times before. But today was different. He felt indifferent. He felt he was dropping a stranger! Throughout the drive back home, karthick and Padma never spoke to eachother. They reached her door step. Padma was getting down from the car. Karthick whispered… ‘In the past two years have you ever felt that that I loved you? Not even once did you feel that I wanted to marry you?...’ Padma quietly got down from the car and walked towards her house. Karthick with a heavy heart asked Padma… ‘Padma Answer Me!’

Padma came back near the car, looking deep into Karthick’s eyes said, ‘ Thanks for dropping me’

There are lots of questions which go unanswered! What was in padma's mind about karthick? What will karthick do next? Padma will not answer anyway...will karthick?

Lets Help Ourselves

2008-07-18T16:48:00.000+05:30

I had the chance to travel quite long distances in public transport, pass trough various towns and villages across two states. One common observation all through the travel was that… U can find a place without temple, without hospital, without roads, without cinema halls, without cinema posters, but never without the posters carrying the bright, smart faces and messages of our so called political leaders. I wondered how even the smallest, newest party could manage funds to have posters and other publicity work done covering even the most remote and inaccessible places of the state. Don’t panic…it’s obviously not our hard earned tax money deployed into this propaganda extravaganza of our political superstars. It’s their very own black money released in the name of party funds which caters to their publicity requirements. They call this public relation!

If our politicians were really interested with public development, they can very well reach us easily by laying good roads with their party funds. Who takes your vote? The man with the biggest cutout or the one who straightened your road?

The nation is gearing up to face the collapse of the government or get into a historic nuclear deal. The Ministry of Petroleum and Natural Gas proclaims that the nuclear deal will put us in a very convenient position to resolve our energy related issues. The ministry in its recent advertisement in daily newspapers has requested citizens to drive at optimum speeds, make use of clutch wisely and switch off engines while waiting in traffic signals to reduce fuel consumption. The root cause for excessive clutch driving and traffic snarls is that our roads are not wide enough and smooth enough.

Good wide roads and proper traffic regulation will save so much fuel that we can afford to survive sometime more without a nuclear deal to do the savior role.

Not even a single day passes at Chennai city without fights between commuters and our auto drivers. No meter, Rs.10 above meter charges, flat rates, refusal to traverse inside narrow streets…the list never ends. During my recent visit to a small town near coastal Tamilnadu, I asked a auto driver how much he would charge me to drop me at the Bus stand which was less than 1 km away from my hotel room. He said he wanted Rs.30. Had I walked to that place it would cost me nothing but less than 30 minutes of my time…not willing to take the risk of walking in the hot sun, I settled to travel by auto for Rs.25 (after heavy arguments with 3 auto drivers). Share auto’s charging Rs.5 per trip changed to Rs.10 when RTO officials started penalizing those (raids) for license issues. Now the RTO’s aren’t frequent with their raids against share autos. But still the charge hasn’t come down. We still pay whatever they demand. The amount I spend on my bike and its fuel per day is still less than what I would spend on share auto and public transport if I were to take the latter means to office. This statistics is true even after the scorching rise in fuel prices. Blindly blaming inflation we push on our life with this trauma. But I had to stop and re-assure the fact that we are being exploited, thanks to my recent visit to our neighboring state. I took an auto to travel 50 km. This is equal to circumnavigating Chennai city twice. I’m sure that any auto driver here in Chennai would have charged me not less than Rs.1000 citing fuel price hike, empty return etc as reasons. But there I had to pay only Rs.400 with a clear break up of minimum charges plus rate per km. There is no room for bargaining. Commuters and drivers are very clear about the rates. Another point I observed there was that, there is to some extent the system of queue being followed while boarding buses and the rule that men should board buses through the rear door and ladies through the front entrance is strictly followed there.

Here I see some self discipline playing a clear role in maintaining hassle free travel experience. May be we should also stop complaining and try to follow some discipline if we need some good change!

Irreversible...Based on real life incidents

2008-07-07T16:40:00.001+05:30

Few years back @ Asan College of Management Studies

There was only one difference between Mayuri and Mrunal. He showered his love for her openly. She never revealed it except for her eyes which could never hide her longing for him. They knew they like each other but never felt it was strong enough for a life long commitment.

December 25, 2006

It’s been a long conversation since yesterday. 113 minutes talk time over phone, 164 sms’s either way in the past 24 hrs. This is 10 times more than their daily average. At the end of the day Mrunal had to do it. He spoke his heart to Mayuri…asked for her hand forever. He was prepared for both in reply…yes or no. Mayuri was quick and firm in her reply. Mrunal was quite happy and excited about her reply. “If both our parents accept, we can marry. Else no sad faces” this is what she replied. For Mrunal, this was a strong green signal, hint of acceptance from her side. He jumped in joy as though he had conquered the entire world. He felt he was ‘SHAHJAHAN’

October 2007

The talk about marriage broke out at Mayuri’s house. Very hesitantly she revealed to her parents the existence of a very private and prominent space for Mrunal in her heart. The news soon reached Mrunal’s house too. All discussions and decisions were kept outside the purview of Mrunal and Mayuri. Finally what they heard was a strict ‘NO’ from both the ends. The relation and contacts between Mrunal and Mayuri slowly faded away.

July 4, 2008

Mrunal had come with his mom to kanchipuram to attend their family friend’s wedding reception. This family friend happens to be a distant relative of Mr. Durairaj. Mr. Durairaj had come with his family (wife and only daughter Mayuri) for this wedding. He was busy trying to find an alliance for Mayuri there. People of his caste had come there in large numbers. He was confident of finding a good match for her daughter there today. Walking out of the dinner hall, Mrunal noticed Mayuri silently watching him. None of them took the initiative to come close to talk. It was time to start home for Mrunal. With a heavy heart he left the place to get the car. Mrunal’s mom had observed all this.
She could feel the pain in both Mrunal and Mayuri’s eyes. She moved out of the hall without leaving a chance for Mayuri to get a glimpse of her.

Mrunal was driving silently. His Music system was switched OFF, which was quite unusual. After 15 minutes of driving, Mrunal’s mother asked him to stop the car. Mrunal had to drive back to the wedding hall. His mom asked him to do so. On reaching there, she went straight to meet Mr.Durairaj. They both spoke for a while leaving nothing but speculation for Mrunal and Mayuri. Mrunal’s mom was trying hard to convince Mr.Durairaj regarding Mayuri’s wedding with Mrunal. But Mr. Durairaj was strong with his caste based convictions. Finally he agreed to have Mayuri’s wish granted if Mrunal and Mayuri’s Horoscope matched. To keep the promise alive, he brought in a astrologer from the crowd to check if the horoscopes matched. With the available info like name, date of birth and star details, the astrologer tried to the matching stuff. All he had to say in the end was that, it wasn’t good to go ahead with this marriage. Mrunal’s mom quickly asked if there was any alternative to it. The astrologer suggested a name change for Mayuri. He proposed that her name be changed as Puja so that it can be taken as a match in terms of numerology at least. But Mayuri’s father was strictly against this. He said that there was no room for adjustments in terms of her daughter’s life. This left Mrunal’s mom speechless. She didn’t know what to do next but to silently leave the place.

Any decision taken today, good or bad will be irreversible. Mrunal and Mayuri’s life leaves behind many questions unanswered here. I do not know what will happen next. Time keeps tickling without waiting for us. Neither does it give us company to celebrate our victories nor share words of relief during sorrow. The only philosophy left with Mrunal and Mayuri to keep their life going on is… ‘This too will pass’

Gresham’s Law of Planning

2008-05-26T12:26:00.000+05:30

Gresham’s Law of Planning states that a person with responsibility for both routine activities and long-term planning is likely to find the routine activities taking the greater part of his time.

I found this to be very true. Daily routine takes more time or most of our time under two scenarios.

Case 1:
When we are too obsessed with our routine we tend to neglect our long-term plans. This may be true when our priority is inclined towards the routine activities as the rewards it can gain are quick and more visible.

Case 2:
This happens when we are totally detached with our routine. Routines cannot be skipped. So we tend to drag it on and on, eventually leaving behind very less or practically no time for our long term plans.

In either case, the culprit is not time. We are the only person responsible for our actions. In my opinion, Case 1 is far better a scenario to have in life than Case 2. We end up spending time and energy for what we actually want or enjoy doing. Case 2 is a nightmare. It draws nothing good from you and your efforts. Neither you are happy nor do you build the capability of keeping others happy. Life goes waste whining. Job satisfaction, perfection in what you do, the net result of the job you do, the customer satisfaction and relation, all these depends on which case you belong to. Case 2 will definitely leave you dissatisfied while Case 1 may bring out the best in you.

Finally all I have to say here is…. I’m a victim of Case 2. My routine activities, kept me out of my long term plans and also my most favorite ‘world’, the world of dreams, stories, and blogs. I have fought my way back to my dream place. So my point here is, it’s always possible to do WHAT YOU WANT.

All irritations and hatred arising by virtue of reading this blog can be shown at the comments section 

One ...two...three

2008-03-07T17:31:00.004+05:30

Saturday, November 25, 1963, 6:00AM, Near Besant Nagar Beach

“Adi Serupala Naaye…Nee thunga en auto than kidachudha?” Karthick woke up to his usual suprabhatam. Gathering his books, he hurried up to vacate the Auto. He had no other place on earth to sleep. Street autos were his house. Except for the scholarship of college fee, he had nothing to his credit to be named as lucky charm. Drive to become a Pilot was the only motivating force for his existence. Karthick hated weekends. If it was a weekday, a bath at the corporation bathroom followed by a full day at college was more comfortable than finding a place to sit and study during weekends. Still Saturdays were special to him. He set out to meet his two friends Thiru and Muthu. Thiru and Muthu weren’t as poor as Karthick. They had the lavishness of the sleeping in the big seats of the MTC buses. The Thiruvanmiyur bus depot was their permanent address. Nothing catchy in life still these youngsters lived with the will to win.

That day Karthick felt very tired after walking nearly 4 Km to meet Thiru and Muthu. On the other hand Thiru and Muthu had a tough time sharing their breakfast in a single plate. Their mood was bad. Irritation grew within them. But they wisely used it as a motivating force to make good out of it. They had no idea of what they are going to do. But then, they all set out in search of scrap items. They spent the whole day collecting waste products that can be re-used. That night they all met at the beach with their collections. That night was the most interesting night in their lifetime. Their creativity and technical skills overflowing with unbound enthusiasm reflected in the final product. The first rays of the sun sparkled bright across the shore. The shine on the three friends’ face was even brighter. They stood there admiring their work. Piece of Art, Technical extravaganza, they didn’t know how to classify it. They had before them a self designed single wheeled vehicle which runs on force. All you have to do is place one foot on the rider machine and gently have it running with the thrust from your other foot. Karthick proudly demonstrated his invention to his friends while Thiru and Muthu watched it cheerfully. Thiru had a sheepish smile hidden within him. Muthu too couldn’t resist an emotion of great satisfaction overflowing through his eyes. Karthick pondered over what could be the reason behind their happiness. He had no clue until Thiru revealed his masterpiece. He had assembled a small calculator display with a type writer and other electronic articles and made something unique. It looked like a type writing machine with a display! He could show date, time and make other simple mathematical calculations with his new TY-DISP. TY-DISP…this is how Muthu called Thiru’s electronic machine. Thiru was a brainy techno-chap with high ambitions of becoming a space engineer one day. Muthu too is brainy but led an aimless life. Thiru’s company had great influence in him ultimately sowing interest of becoming a scientist in future. The three friends were rich in all aspects except the fact their pockets were empty always.

Jyotsna had returned from the US just a week back. She had gone there for her Masters degree. She was the best friend of Muthu. She tried to contact Muthu, but he was not reachable in any of the conventional ways. She knew that these friends will always be found along the seashore over the weekends. Keeping that in mind she came there to the beach that evening. And as expected she met the TANGO gang there. Karthick, Muthu and Thiru were very happy to see Jyotsna after a long time. They all studied together at the St.Peter’s college. Though Muthu was close to Jyotsna, Thiru and Karthick were good friends too. It was she who named the trio as the TANGO gang. Jyotsna and the TANGO gangsters exchanged the initial cordialities, having met after 3 years. Without any delay, Jyotsna started with her usual mantras of sweet-chilly words. “You guys will never come up in life…How many times I have told you guys not to be loitering around the city like this? Won’t you guys ever have the mood to have a proper shave? Be sensible…first find a job, find a place to reside, learn to be neat…only then you people will be ever able to think of your dreams coming true..” She was unstoppable. Every sentence she speaks will end with a stern stare at Muthu. Thiru wanted to divert her with their new inventions. She was in no mood for that. She said bye and turned away. She went few steps ahead and came back and shouted at Muthu…”Won’t you come at least till the road to get me an Auto? Should I beg you for this?”

Muthu quickly moved forward saying “Ya sure…lets go”. On the way, Jyotsna with all her love and affection spoke in a tender voice to Muthu. “See… listen to me. I will arrange for a temporary part time job for you. My Cousin said he will work it out for you. Join that. Initially do that job; this will help you in many ways. Please do it for me…” Saying this she got into the auto and left the place waving bye to him. Muthu had no clue on what to do next. He scratched his head and headed towards his friends again…

Today…March 7, 2008

Muthu-No idea about his whereabouts
Thiru-People say he is taking care of his farm house at his native place
Karthick-He was a clerk in a bank, then cashier, then manager, now retired and at home playing with his grand children.

Jyotsna- She frequented the US for studies and never married. She is the eldest and most respected woman in her family. “God Mother”

The mechanical scooter developed by Karthick is now automated…runs on a battery.
The TY-DISP of Thiru and Muthu is now called Laptop… I want one too!

Sanjana will go to School

2008-02-29T11:58:00.002+05:30

Krish had to drop his tour midway. Sanjana his 3 yr old daughter had suddenly fallen ill. Riya had no intention of letting Krish know that Sanjana wasn’t feeling well. But when she failed to recover even after two days, Riya had no other way but to call up Krish. Riya’s low tone clearly conveyed her pain to him. Krish was not in a situation to start back home. He had this presentation scheduled the following day. He cannot afford to skip it. So he did not mention about getting back home. But just consoled Riya to take his sister and parents help to take care of Sanjana. The presentation went fine. Krish couldn’t push time anymore. He left rest of the program to his colleagues and rushed to catch the next available train. The next morning he was there at home. Riya’s brows went up seeing Krish, not because she was shocked to see him the very next day, but surprised how Krish could be so late even after hearing Sanjana’s health condition. Krish could see his mom and sister there at the bedside with Sanjana. Sanjana was sleeping. She looked very tired and weak. “Last night we took her to the hospital. 2 drips of glucose were given. Only then paapa turned better” Krish’s mom told in a feeble voice. Krish turned quickly with a shocking look at Riya. His eyes conveyed his displeasure with Riya for not having informed him of the serious condition of Sanjana. Riya silently left the room. Sanjana felt sudden pain in her hands. Her little hand was injected for the glucose supplement. She woke up wit tears. Her tears doubled on seeing her father. Krish was quick to take her in his arms. Sanjana felt very secure in her father’s arms. His shoulder was more comfortable than her favorite pink pillow. Mild tears of pain turned into heavy crying. Sanjana couldn’t help herself stop the crying. Krish comforted her with his usual loving words. Sanjana then jumped to her mom’s care. Food, medicine and care, nothing else prevailed at Krish’s home that day.

Sanjana was getting back to normal. Krish’s attention slowly (though late) turned towards Riya. He saw Riya taking serious care of Sanjana with lots of pain inside. She at the same time had to do enough for his mom and sister. The house had to be clean, food had to be prepared for all and Sanjana required special attention. Riya never slept properly for the past two days. She was always around Sanjana giving her medicine and love. That night Krish couldn’t sleep too. He was observing how Riya toiled the whole day with her day to day chores amidst Sanjana and her health. Riya never compromised on anything. Krish knew she would be tired. Still she never halted for rest. Krish never had time to talk with Riya since he returned from the tour. His love and respect for Riya grew more. He felt gifted with Riya as his wife. He wanted to convey this to her. It was around 5 am, when Krish saw Riya start her day. Riya was pleased to see Sanjana sleeping peacefully. Sanjana had lost her weak looks. She was getting better. Krish too got up but was still in bed with little Sanjana. Riya was about to leave the room when Krish called her. “I want to say something to you”, Krish spoke softly. Riya came close to him eagerly listening to him say…“My love for you is growing”. Riya had no words in reply. She simply hugged Krish and said “Tomorrow Sanjana will go to school”

Note :

Special Thanks to Girl Of Destiny for her significant contribution towards the successful publication of this piece of blog.

WANTED

2008-02-18T00:40:00.004+05:30

It was a Monday evening and Raj was reluctantly working at his desk. Sonia called and asked if he can drop her at Guindy. Raj accepted to drop her as he wanted a brief break from work. Sonia was in Sari. Raj gave a weird look at her. “Can’t you go in Auto?” Raj asked Sonia. Sonia persuaded Raj to drop her. Sonia quickly took the pillion seat in her usual style of putting her right leg over the left. Raj warned her to sit properly but Sonia never listened. They both reached kathipara signal. Raj stopped for the signal. He was at the left most corner of the road just few inches away from the platform. Sonia was adjusting her posture and in the course of doing it changed to left leg over the right. While doing so she by mistake hit a person with her leg who passed by. She was quick to apologize but also laughed senselessly. The person she hit was a cop of the traffic department. The way she giggled irritated the cop. To vent out his ego out, he caught hold of Raj. Raj was not wearing his helmet that day. He asked Raj to park his bike aside and come with him to his office near the corner of the road. Raj believed that a sum of 50 Rupees will solve the issue. No helmet, no wallet, so no money and license. This was Raj’s status. So he asked Sonia to pull out 50 bucks from her bag. 4 old ten rupees notes was all Sonia could gather from her shining new bag. Raj pushed the old notes back into her bag and decided to manage somehow. He asked Sonia to wait near his bike for sometime and ran behind the cop to his office.

The office was in the first floor. Raj climbed a strip of narrow steps to reach the office. A medium sized room for the station Inspector followed by a smaller room for his subordinates. This was the organization of the police booth. The person behind whom Raj came went straight into the second room. Raj too went along. There he was asked to pay 100 Rupees. Raj politely explained that he would surely pay them the penalty but only after dropping Sonia at the nearby bus stop. He said he will have to go back to office or home to get them the money. Learning that Raj did not carry his wallet, and that he is not having his license, the policeman used intimidating words against him. Raj who is never used to bad treatment anywhere couldn’t take those words. He quickly jumped into an argument with the cop. The argument grew big soon. The cop was accompanied by another colleague who was too rude with Raj. The cops soon started manhandling Raj. They seized Raj’s I-POD from him, asking him to take it after paying the penalty. They pulled Raj’s ID card too. Raj soon grasped the intentions of the policemen. They wanted revenge for the insult the unassuming girl had caused. Raj’s efforts to pacify them did not work out. They soon started with their word play. The motive was to demoralize Raj. Talking bad about the girl, the policemen started warning Raj. They gave him an open threat challenging him that they will make the girl feel for her act. “Let me see how you both cross this signal tomorrow”, these words from the policeman pushed Raj to the ends of his patience. His bike keys, I-pod and the ID card were now under the custody of the policeman. They locked these articles and Raj was made to wait. He could see Sonia waiting restless near his bike from the window. Raj wanted to come out and send Sonia home safely. But he was denied the chance to move out of the room.

Nearly 2 hrs had passed since the whole drama started. Raj lost his patience. He sensed that nothing was going to be fine. He asked the policeman to let him go. But he was roughed up instead. In a fist of anger, Raj pushed one of the policemen. Trouble started here. Before the policeman could hit him back, Raj charged against the policemen forcefully. Raj caught hold of the Lathi of the cop and hit both the men straight on their faces. The cops fell unconscious on the floor. Hearing the heavy disturbance, the Inspector of the station rushed inside the room with his pistol. Another policeman attached to that station also came in running. Raj hit the Inspector pushing down the pistol from his hands. Now that everything ran out of control, Raj grabbed the pistol and wanted to make way out with no intention of triggering it. But when the policeman tried to catch him, Raj in total panic pressed the trigger. The bullet sliced through the Inspector left arm. There was total chaos there. The wounded Inspector cried aloud in pain. The other policeman ran madly shouting out for help. Raj had no other option to run away into the dark. He escaped from the scene into darkness with the pistol.

Two days later…

“WANTED”... Raj’s photo from the ID card was enlarged and posters were stuck all across the city as the MOST WANTED CRIMINAL.

Taguer- Tagged by Her

2008-02-11T15:45:00.000+05:30

Tagging is fun. I enjoy doing it as long as it is as meaningless as the current one...
I was tagged by Girl of Destiny...

All you're needed to do is to add your name to the end of the list.

The rules are that
You shouldn't use any colors
You should add only a short description
You shouldn't change anything else in the tags.
And there's also a way out where you can let others know that you're not interested in this crap by saying 'No' :-)

Here goes1.-Filipina,2.-Stories,3.-Abroad,4.-Husband,5.Gagiers, 6. Life 7. Everything, 8. Offer, 9. Moments, 10. Food Trip 11. World 12. suffering 13.china's autograph 14.Kiran's My voice15. Boobu 16.Sugar & Spice 17. ~*Girl of Destiny*~ 18. Goofy

Let me tag Sona nd Thiru

Sona and Thiru..if u find time pls do take the cycle further :-)

Love Prevails

2008-02-07T18:31:00.000+05:30

Two years of exile... Sweden was a good place। But living alone gave him the exiled feeling. This was no punishment. But the way he opted to make money and to kill memories. It was time he had to accept facts and get back. He felt he should be back home now. With lots of gifts for friends and family, he landed at Chennai. It was so loving to see his family awaiting his return. Hugs, kisses and sweet words marked his day. Chotu, Motu, Lootu, Rootu, Tutu, Batu, Satu, Katu… everyone was home that day.

All had their share of gifts. He was pleased. All done and it was bedtime. Right from time he landed till now, he was waiting to call Nisha. Nisha… his bubbly wobbly friend. Nisha was surprised to get his call. And the first thing he asked her was about Preethi. Nisha was like “ I knew this would be your first question” But without letting out much details Nisha changed the topic. After talking about everything under sun, he again asked about Preethi. “Preethi Preethi Preethi… wont you stop thinking about her?”…shouted Nisha. Silence and then came the reply “ I want to meet her. Take me to her place tomorrow. From there we will go to other friend’s houses and invite them all for a get together”. Nisha couldn’t say no.

Next morning he picked Nisha from her house and they both went straight to Preethi’s house. Nisha entered the house very enthusiastically warmly received by Preethi’s mom.
“Hellooooooooo Aunty…” Nisha yelled at the top of her voice. “This is Raghav”..Immediately interrupted from behind “Raghavan” . “ He doesn’t like being called as Raghav” explained Nisha. Preethi’s mom smiled and asked him to go upstairs to Preethi’s room. While Nisha pushed her way into the kitchen with Preethi’s mom to get herself a coffee and to apprise more about Raghavan.

Raghavan slowly climbed his way to Preethi’s room. He was in observing mood. For him nothing seemed to have changed in that house in the past few years but the biggest shock was awaiting him in the room. Preethi was sitting and browsing through the channels. Dressed in a calm cream colored saree with mild designs in red, she looked very much silent and composed. This was not the Preethi Raghavan had seen few years back. “Heyy” a very low voice with the element of surprise welcomed Raghavan inside the room. Preethi and Raghavan were doing the usual formal enquiring well being stuff when they were joined by Nisha and Preethi’s mom. Raghavan was sipping the coffee served to him when Nisha opened up the topic of the get together. Preethi’s mom sparkled on hearing about the party. She eagerly welcomed the occasion stating that her daughter was badly in need of such a break. “She doesn’t go out at all since her husband’s demise” Preethi’s mom told in deep anguish.

Raghavan had known nothing about this. His mind correlated the changes he saw in Preethi with the mishaps that had torn her life. He couldn’t drink the coffee anymore. He felt that the cup was too heavy. So was his heart. He said nothing. Nothing more was discussed about this topic as Nisha as usual changed the atmosphere with her silly pranks.
It was time to leave। Nisha was still busy talking। Raghavan started moving out. He was about to leave the room when he jus stopped and had a look at Preethi. She smiled and in a very gentle way said “Bye… I will surely be there on Sunday”. Raghavan in a very serious tone replied and left the place without waiting for Nisha. The entire room became numb with his reply.

“I want to marry you. Ask your parents and let me know”

Ek Choti si Love Story

2008-01-07T12:38:00.000+05:30

जो कभी नही थी अपना
उसके सात देखा मेंने एक सपना

दिल मे थी वो एक तारा
दुनिया मे लगी मुझे वो सबसे प्यारा

चाँद थी वो मेरी...मेरी सपनो की रानी
शुरू होने से पहले ही कतम मेरी प्रेम कहानी

The Crystal Clock

2008-01-05T10:13:00.000+05:30

“Why would a Doctor do this?”
“I know this person has been doing research and stuff on various things, but this one…I don’t understand”
“Is this part of Physics or chemistry?”

Everyone in the hall was amused. All were young budding engineers from various walks of life. It was an old class room kind of hall where the Doctor had invited these people for a demo. The hall was sizzling with questions and doubtful discussions. There was total unrest with the gathered crowd. The doctor entered he hall and everyone went silent. He was a respected personality in the society. He commanded respect not because of his age and profession, but for his interest to serve the society. The Doctor started the demo session with his trademark smile, the smile which most successful medical practitioners use to heal their patients. He proudly unveiled his invention, “The Crystal Clock”

The Crystal Clock looked like a transparent Bee-Hive filled with white honey! At the strike of every hour, the crystals floating over the liquid gathered to form the needle structure and glowed gloriously showing the time. The Doctor did not go into the technical details of the invention. But instead, he focused on his efforts which led to this invention. He stressed the need for young minds to think and work innovatively. He revealed that an accidental discovery during one of his researches with careful calculation had turned into this remarkable invention. He concluded the session giving room for the young minds to take snaps of the masterpiece and clarify doubts if any. Part of the crowd went behind the Doctor asking him technical doubts. Aditya was sitting all this while in the hall patiently. Asking himself why he had come there, he smiled at himself sarcastically and left the room. Only when he was about to start his bike he remembered that he had missed his helmet at the hall. He went back to collect it. He found the hall empty. Everyone had dispersed except or this girl. Aditya was quick to recognize Sumi, the Doctor’s daughter. Having come back this far, he thought he will share a word with her. He greeted her with his evening wishes and politely asked her idea about her father’s invention.

“I have no idea what this is. Every time Dad organizes a demo session, I make sure I’m present there not to miss the hot snacks served. Today the menu is chips and samosas. Chips, Samosa and Coffee…That’s a great combi you know? Don’t miss it. Rush to the corridor” saying this she left the place munching chips…

Aditya had nothing much to think or say… “Nice Doctor…Nice Daughter!”

MILU

2008-01-02T15:29:00.000+05:30

The conversation was nearing completion. There was nothing left to talk about in that topic. Already they had covered three topics in the past one hour. He didn’t want the call to end. At the back of his mind, he was searching for a new topic to talk. The last topic was already dragging toward its end. He was running out of words to keep the call live. There was silence for a while…a brief pause…

“I’ am disturbing you a lot these days…hey na?” she sparkled. He wanted to say YES, but he spitted out a NO. Quickly realizing that this would be his best chance to express his feeling for her, he gathered strength and in a very gentle tone, politely delivered his mind… “Yes, I admit. You are disturbing me a lot these days. But I’m ready to handle this disturbance for a life time, if the girl is you”. He was awaiting a response. But he heard nothing. Little did he realize that the call had got cut sometime back. He wanted to know if she had listened to what he said…the call got CUT by itself or she did it. His head was spinning with uncertainty. He immediately called her again and asked if she had got his reply? She said “The line got Cut” With a sigh, he started blushing. Now a new topic…He called her as MILU… She was surprised. “Why a pet name all of a sudden? And what does MILU stand for? What does it mean?” she pounced with many such questions. Before he could put in efforts to answer her, she said Good night citing that it was already too late to hit bed, but before she cut the call, she asked for assurance that he will answer her the next day.

He was waiting for the next dawn…next opportunity to call her…MILU

Its for U

2007-12-21T16:42:00.000+05:30

Roses are ReD
Violets are BluE
I have no CluE
Who are YoU

I saw you amidst a CreW
And felt something NeW
I hate none but like a FeW
I love you and I’m TruE

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to YoU

I want to marry You

2007-12-17T21:33:00.000+05:30

“I will get down here” she said feebly. He was quick to respond…“It’s ok…I don’t feel this to be the right spot for you to get down. I will leave you near your house” Soon they neared her house. He stopped just before the gate. Getting down the bike she quickly peeped into her compound and gave a sigh of relief. “Thank god the Car is not here and the light outside the door is on” she said in a very comfortable voice. He was curious to know why she mentioned that but was reluctant to ask her. But giving no room for any discomfort she continued, “Car is not here… so Dad’s gone out…the door lights are ON, so mom has slept…I can walk freely inside now!” “Dad should have seen you dropping me here…” she was all smiles and in a very mirthful tone repeated “Dad should have seen you dropping me her…”

She was about to start with her formalities of saying Thank you and Bye, when he asked her to hold his helmet for a minute. She did thinking that he is getting ready to start. He took a deep breath and tied her hands with his kerchief. She was amused. “What the heck are you doing? I got to go…” she exclaimed. He gathered strength to hold her tied hands and softly said, “I like you very much. I want to spend my entire life with you. I want to marry you” Saying this he quietly left the place without waiting for her reaction. As he moved away from her on his bike, he could hear her whisper loudly “Your helmet…hey your helmet”

He remembered her saying that she will give him a strong knock on his head if he proposed her in person. He had done it many times over phone. So just to escape from her knock he had challenged her that he would tie up her hands before he proposed. His intentions were serious whenever he proposed. Her reactions were always frivolous. He believed that what he did today will convey his heart to her.

Let’s hope that the message was conveyed.

Diya- The TurmoiL

2007-11-09T23:45:00.000+05:30

And in total anguish he pulled out a cigarette. The lighter failed to trigger leaving him more disgusted than ever. He threw away the cigarette and the lighter in frustration. He did not realize his moves until he banged himself against the side wall with a heavy thud. The impact of the bang put him unconscious down the floor.

His room was everything for him. His Den, hideout, palace, classroom… The most serene place on earth... He never welcomed his friends to his room. Not because they will envy, but he feared they will disturb the setup of his room; his very own private space. His ambience of the room which he dearly called as “Diya” was exactly a near replica of his dream home…The left corner of the room had the thick mattress on the floor with this beautiful night-lamp. The mattress was fully bordered buy small pillows. If you have to count these pillows, I suppose it will just cross a dozen!!! Diagonally opposite to his bed arrangement was his most favorite Music System. If only it can play something of its own other than what he plays, then the system will for sure start crying…It’s the first gadget that goes ON as he enters the room and the last one to go OFF before he leaves. The center part of the room is the most populated area. A small glass table neatly covered with a red velvet cloth. This table holds a Laptop, a mobile, a pen, a small diary and his Cigarette gear (A cigarette pack and a lighter). This is where he spends his late nights. Every morning he wakes up to his favorite tunes. He was own master and servant. He was very keen about the cleanliness and maintenance of his room; his dream Diya!

Today his room totally out of shape. Nothing is in its place. Scattered pillows, dirty corners, unusual darkness are characters of Diya these days. He has lost his discipline in life, compromised his principles, switched away from his passions. He is not what he was… All unwelcome changes have captured him. Everything because she said NO?
The Bang against the wall will repair his mind. Deep within his cry to become good again will wake him up from his downfall. The next morning when he wakes up, he will be a new man. He will wake up with new convictions. All these hopes and fire will last only till her smile flashes across his mind. The turmoil begins again. Diya will go out of shape again. There will be another Bang on the wall.

Statutory Warning: Cigarette Smoking is Injurious to Health

What Next??????????????

2007-10-31T09:09:00.000+05:30

It’s been long since they walked together this way. Anu had stopped talking and meeting Hrithik. Few weeks back Hrithik had proposed to Anu. That evening Anu was walking down the lane. Anu’s grandma stayed there. Hrithik passed opposite to Anu in his bike. He had come there as there was a traffic diversion that weekend. He never noticed Anu. But Anu did. He had passed a few yards past Anu. “Hey” called Anu. Hrithik turned unassumingly, but was left surprised and shocked as it was Anu who had called. He parked his bike aside and walked near Anu. “So…what are you doing these days? You said you wanted to do your Law Degree…You decided to go for it? But you see I felt M.B.A was a better option for you. If you feel strong about doing your LAW course, then go for it. Ok?” Anu spoke non-stop. But he was speechless. At the end of all questions and suggestions Anu turned and looked at his face. It was Hrithik’s time to reply… “I’m thinking”… By then they had reached Anu’s house. With a gentle smile Anu said “It was nice talking to you after long time…Take care…Byeeee”. He was still feeling tight. He just waved his hand acknowledging her Bye.

Hrithik had no mind to say bye. He turned back at Anu…with no second thought, out of love; Hrithik pulled and kissed Anu. Anu couldn’t even react. He had caught Anu so tight and never stopped. At the end of the Kiss, he was shocked to see Anu faint. He didn’t know what to do. He could hear foot steps nearing the house entrance from inside. He left Anu lie at the door steps and panicked out of the compound. He rushed to his bike. But he was deeply worried. He wanted to know that Anu is doing fine. Hrithik has never feared so badly before. But today he was shivering. He ran back to the house. But he couldn’t build up the courage to get-in. Anu was not there at the door-steps. Finally a quick idea flashed in his mind. He hurried to the near-by telephone booth. Hrithik carried a mobile. Still he preferred a public phone. He called to Anu’s mobile. It ringed. But someone cut the line. He was confused. He wanted to know if it was Anu who did it. Hrithik started to sweat. He moved slowly towards the backend of the house. From there he saw Anu seated in the dining table with a drink. Relief…Hrithik breathed free only after seeing Anu do fine. He never turned back. He left the place, sped away in his bike.

I’m sure Anu, Hrithik, you, me…all are thinking…what next?

ON DEMAND

2007-10-16T18:43:00.000+05:30

This is cycle 2 for me. This I do with lots of interest and on Demand. 8 more facts about me. This time it was Priti who tagged me !

1. My Perfect Morning : Get up early without an alarm, coffee, exercise, accompanied by songs

2.My Perfect Evening :An evening show Movie and light night dinner

3.I like Issues. I like facing them. No thrill unless u go chill over something.. Aint it ?

4. People generally judge me the wrong way. They Call me what im not. But actually I made them do it. So who is right? Me or people? Im confused. If you are clear...let me know ;)

5.My last crush was the all new Pulsar DTSi with Digital Display. And now my latest is...Laptop !

6.I respect the feminine gender a lot... True !

7.I want Miracles to happen. I doubt if sometjhing of that sort would happen. If it happens I say " Just another co-incidence" or "Human-Error". I dunno why im like this.. Still hoping for miracles...

8. Im dreamy. World demnds me to be more practical. I hate this. I want a way out... ;-)

Coming Soon at this Site . .

2007-09-29T14:13:00.000+05:30

THE GUITARIST

Oh meri Munni...

2007-09-16T11:49:00.000+05:30

June 1983, Allapuzha District, Kerala.

Rain never stops at Allepy. So is the endless ruffle between Arshad and Munni.
Munni the most studious girl of class IV was the star of the school. Everyone was her friend there except for two… Arshad and Sheila. For Arshad, Sheila was his very good companion who always supports and stands by him. But Sheila thought she was all for Arshad. Sheila was Arshad’s body guard, neighbor, classmate, friend, sister, guide...
Arshad and Munni admired each other, but they were never friendly. Sheila always stared fiercely at Munni so that Munni doesn’t near Arshad. There was this element of Ego always running high between Arshad and Munni. Munni always topped the class in all subjects. Name any competition and you can name the winner too. It was always Munni shinning bright. Arshad was quick, too quick in dismissing any discussion about subjects and competitions at school. Not that he dint like them, but he will have to praise and listen to others praise Munni for her show. But there was one area where Arshad topped. Poetry. He is almost unstoppable and spontaneous ever when it comes to quoting small poems. Be it in a crowd or alone to himself, he was proud to expel his rhyming verses.He had a fan club for his poetry including teachers and not to mention… Munni.

Both Arshad and Munni wanted to befriend each other. But nature’s decree or their persistence, they never allowed themselves be good. All went fine until this class tour was planned. Class IV students were taken to the town museum. Arshad had brought sweet candies to have on the way in bus from his dad’s shop. Munni had brought Rasna, the most famous beverage there, for her friends. Her mom had prepared Rasna in three bottles for Munni and her friends. Arshad too had enough candies for the entire class. Sheila had brought nice fried chicken, supplement for lunch which was just enough for her and Arshad. The class enjoyed the day. All had nice fun at the museum. Munni’s Rasna and Arshad’s candies kept them jumping all the day. At the end of the day, when everyone went home, there was so much fun and happiness in the air. But Arshad and Munni left home with heavy hearts. Arshad could hardly get a sip of Rasna as Munni’s friends had already emptied it by the time the bottle reached Arshad. Still he had the last sip without showing much interest about having it. Munni had dropped Arshad’s candy in mud, and she never asked for another. Arshad felt that she had done it purposefully. So there was another reason for them to turn faces against each other. But this time the disappointment was big. Especially, Arshad felt insulted. So was Sheila. From then on, Arshad and Munni never spoke with each other, never smiled too which they usually do. Any muffle between them, hardly lasted for a day. This time, already a week had passed, still they were at opposite ends.

Every Sunday evening, the students met at school to offer special prayers. That Sunday evening after the prayer meeting, Arshad and Sheila were returning home on their cycles. Munni was walking down slowly with her friend. Seeing Munni and her friend, Arshad stepped up his speed so as to move across Munni as soon as possible. Sheila too came up to his pace. Munni turned around and saw Arshad approaching her at a high speed. She waved her hands asking him to stop. Her gesture was like she wanted to inform about something. But Arshad moved away from his path avoiding Munni. But Sheila had to stop. She slowed down and stopped near Munni and her friend. Sheila was very uncomfortable talking to Munni, as she feared Arshad won’t like her talking to Munni. That was a quick conversation between Munni and Sheila. Arshad was waiting few steps ahead for Sheila. Arshad saw Sheila saying bye to Munni. Immediately he started to move. Poor Sheila had to hurry up to catch up with him. Arshad never opened his mouth; still Sheila briefed him the conversation between her and Munni. She said that it was Munni’s birthday tomorrow. And that she won’t be coming to school tomorrow. She had stopped them to invite Arshad and Sheila to her house for her Birthday cake cutting on Monday evening. Arshad nodded back disinterested. By this time Sheila’s house had come. Arshad waved bye to her and headed towards his house which was few streets away from there. Arshad had just entered the narrow lane near his house, where he was stopped forcefully. Munni stood on the way leaving no place for Arshad to proceed. Arshad gave a blank look at Munni, gesturing her to move away. Munni looked very disappointed. More disappointed and sad than angry. She gave a heavy blow on Arshad’s cycle and quietly left the place. Arshad stood clueless. He never expected her there. He thought may be she will call him to her house for her birthday. But Munni did nothing but for the bang on the wheel. Adding more to his confusion was her reaction. Disappointed eyes and the angry move by Munni, made Arshad scratch his head…

Silly little Kids :-)

she said to me...

2007-09-11T16:58:00.000+05:30

Hey you,
Don't you give up, it's not so bad
There's still a chance for us
Hey you,
Just be yourself, don't be so shy
There's reasons why it's hard

Keep it together, you'll make it alright
Our celebration is going on tonight
Poets and prophets would envy what we do
This could be good, hey you

Hey you,
Open your heart, it's not so strange
You've got to change this time
Hey you,
Remember this, none of it's real
Including the way you feel

Keep it together, we'll make it alright
Our celebration is going on tonight
Poets and prophets Would envy what we do
This could be good, hey you

Hey you, save yourself
Don't rely on anyone else

First love yourself, then you can love someone else
If you can change someone else, then you have saved someone else
But you must first love yourself, then you can love someone else
If you can change someone else, then you have saved someone else
But you must first

Hey you,
There on the fence, you've got a choice
One day it will make sense
Hey you,
First love yourself, or if you can't,
Try to love someone else

Keep it together, we'll make it alright
Our celebration is going on tonight
Poets and prophets will envy what we do
This could be good, hey you

First love yourself, then you can love someone else
If you can change someone else, then you have saved someone else
But you must first love yourself, then you can love someone else
If you can change someone else, then you have saved someone else
But you must first

The Resurgence

2007-09-07T14:45:00.000+05:30

Staring up into the heavens

In this hell that binds your hands

Will you sacrifice your comfort?

Make your way in a foreign land?

Wrestle with your darkness

Angels call your name

Can you hear what they're saying?

Will you ever be the same?

Remember, remember, never forget

All of your life has all been a test

You will find a gate that's open

Even though your spirit's broken

Open up my heart

And cause my lips to speak

Bring the heaven and the stars

Down to Earth for me

Wrestle with your darkness
Angels call your name
Can you hear what they're saying?
Will you ever be the same?

Frozen Thoughts

2007-09-06T17:07:00.000+05:30

You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen when your heart's not open
You're so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret

You're frozen when your heart's not open

If I could melt your heart

we’d never be apart

Give yourself to me

you are the key
Now there's no point in placing the blame

And you should know I'd suffer the same

If I lose you, my heart would be broken

Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside you die
You're frozen when your heart's not open

Extracts from Madonna's song Album..

நீ

2007-09-06T11:42:00.000+05:30

அழகான நேரம் அதை நீ தான் கொடுத்தாய்

அழியாத சோகம் அதையும் நீ தான் கொடுத்தாய்

கண் தூங்கும் நேரம் பார்த்து கடவுள் வந்து போனதுபோல்

என் வாழ்வில் வந்தாய் நீ

ஏமாற்றம் தாங்கவில்லை

Im Depressed

2007-09-04T19:03:00.000+05:30

Have you ever gone through this phase of emptiness? Where nothing is working and nothing is fulfilling? When you look around and you realize that this single truth about your life eclipses all other satisfying moments? When you find yourself alone with no one to lean on even when you are with a huge loving crowd ? Is this depression or beyond it?

We say we have friends, but where are they? Each is leading his/her life in another part of the world; even if physically close, it is thousands of light mental years apart. You want to reach out to rant without being judged and what do you get? A preach!

I am depressed and probably not making much sense; I am sleep deprived and I wish to be sedated; when I do wake up, I hope it would be to a different world and a different me!

Frozen Tear Drop

2007-08-23T23:07:00.000+05:30

Darjeeling Railway Station, December 21, 1999, 5am:

The first rays of sunlight spread slowly across the platform. Darjeeling was freezing at 13 degrees. Young Aditya was cheering up his sister Roshini. Roshini was the talk of the town. She had cleared the Medical entrance exam of the Moscow University. She will be the first girl from Darjeeling to fly to Moscow to pursue her M.B.B.S!

Roshini was the school topper in her 12th standard board exams; her not so good performance in the entrance exam couldn’t fetch her seat at the Delhi Indira Gandhi Medical College. She had to be satisfied with a B.Sc from the Angels College at Darjeeling. She saw the entrance call for the Moscow University in the newspaper which she used to browse across just to find a small job to keep her at her feet. She was reluctant and lacked spirit when she applied for the exams. She was about to tear off the Hall ticket when she read that the exam center was at Lucknow. It was Aditya who persuaded her to go for it and did the big role of making their father say YES! Luck, fate or talent, Roshini dint know what to blame. She got admission to the Moscow medical university on merit. Her entire education fee and hostel charges were waived off. January 1st the course will start at Moscow and the students were expected to be there not later than December 28th.

Aditya and Roshini. ..Roshini will do anything for Aditya. Aditya felt gifted for having Roshini as her elder sister. Though Roshini is just one year elder to Aditya, never in these 20 yrs had Aditya fought against or had rough words for Roshini. He respected Roshini more than anyone else on this earth. Love commands Respect. Roshini was the sweetest girl in town. The way she call Aditya ‘Mere Bhai’ (My Brother). Nothing is more sweet than those loving words. Aditya flew in pride with the news of her sister’s feat. But their father was stern in not going ahead with this admission. Roshini too wasn’t much interested. 6 yrs at Moscow with no vacations. That was pretty too much. More than miles in between Darjeeling and Moscow, it was the number of years which stopped everyone from taking a serious note of this chance. Forget Moscow and Roshini will remain Roshini forever. Never in her lifetime she will be Dr.Roshini M.B.B.S.

Aditya wanted to see her sister shine before this world as a successful Doctor. One week of fighting, persuasion, debates, arguments and finally Aditya won the battle. Today Roshini is at Darjeeling station to catch her train to Delhi from where she will fly to Moscow with the other students selected from across the country. Roshini’s mom, dad and other relatives had shed tears and were all gone dry. Roshini too had prepared her mind for the big break. Only five minutes was left for the train to start. Roshini traditionally with all respect touched her parent’s feet to get their blessings. Aditya was in a triumphant mood. He was cracking jokes to keep her sister smiling. It was time for the big good bye as the train moved.

Mom, Dad and Aditya slowly walked towards the station exit, watching the train leave the platform. The train had disappeared from their sight. Aditya suddenly stopped. Glanced at the platform they were standing so long. The last few moments with Roshini flashed in his mind. He knelt down, and. . . . Aditya burst out crying. Tears were unstoppable. He was crying loud and cried more loud. Aditya, the nice little chap who usually acted like crying to get what he wanted so long in his life, today cried so deeply that the entire station froze in sadness. The tear drops from his eyes spoke his love for his sister and the pain of separation. Love is pain.

Today, Singapore, July 19th 2011, 7am:

Aditya just called up Roshini to wish Little Aishu a very Happy Birthday. It was Aishu’s 3rd Birthday. Aishu is Roshini’s first daughter. She is not as sweet as Roshini, spoilt brat. Aditya’s most lovable kid. Aditya’s favorite ;-)

“Please stand up for the National Anthem”

2007-08-18T23:11:00.000+05:30

The hall was all set for the movie to start. The commercials were over and lights were switched off to screen the movie. I was eagerly awaiting the Censor certificate to be screened. But instead a message was displayed.
“Please stand up for the National Anthem”

Human Brain is the fastest in the world. Before the message disappeared from the screen, I had made hell lot of assumptions; hundreds of questions and vague answers scrolled across my mind.
Should I get up now?
Will I be the only odd man standing?
Will any soul in the hall have the grace to be on their feet to Respect the Anthem?
It’s the educated masses who don’t care for Nationalistic sentiments these days. The learned scholars deny that there is sense in the feeling called Patriotism.
Why talk so complex?
In layman’s language, National Anthem is just a song to mark the end of a programme.

BUT! BUT! BUT!

At times our people fool us!
I couldn’t believe my eyes. The entire hall stood up immediately for the Anthem and there was perfect discipline till the end.

After long time I found Tears in my eyes which was not due to dust.

"Nan Thukki Valartha Thuyaram Nee"

2007-08-15T00:19:00.000+05:30

"Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself"

I was Tagged

2007-08-14T14:20:00.000+05:30

I was tagged by Nivi. This is a game for bloggers. I am supposed to write 8 facts about me and then tag my blogger friends who will write facts about them and then pass on to their friends... Sounds interesting… So here I go...

1. I’m very much fond of playing such (stupid) games

2. I’m very impatient and want things to happen then and there.

3. Biriyani is my favorite dish.
4. I like being sentimental and emotional

5.I love India.

6. I love being alone.

7. I Love Maya (Please don’t ask who she is...)

8. I enjoy riding my bike and driving my car.

As per the game, I am gonna tag you... ASH, u r next!!! :-)

Hey Nivi… happy a?

the MESSENGER

2007-07-14T23:33:00.000+05:30

We Don't See What WAS
We See What We WANT !!!

I was proud and stubborn...!

I kissed KIRAN BEDI!

2007-07-09T17:00:00.000+05:30

Kiran Bedi!
She is my heroine. I’m her die-hard fan. She is my ideal woman. She is my role-model. I have read, heard and spoke lots about her. But never got a chance to meet her in person. I’m waiting for that lucky day.

Me going to meet my sweet little kids at their home is nothing new. It’s been nearly a month since I met them. This Sunday I had been there just to see them. Whenever I go there, they run upto me near the door; hug me tight and take me inside. This is the kind of welcome I usually get. But this time there was none to welcome me. The kids’ room was locked from within. I knocked the door. “Coming…please wait” was the response. I waited patiently for few seconds. I could hear the kids giggling and other noises. I started growing restless. Suddenly the door opened. First Shruthi came out laughing. Her eyes told me that there was something interesting waiting for me. She proudly shaking her pony tail started off with her introduction speech. I understood nothing out of it except for the last few words… “Please welcome the one and only Kiran Bedi” she shouted. Kiran Bedi??? I stood clueless till I saw Kiran Bedi marching boisterously towards me. It was chotu!!!
The little girl who I saw last with a cute little pony tail now had totally changed with her new hair cut!!! She was like Kiran Bedi junior. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Even Kiran Bedi’s grand daughter wouldn’t carry so much resemblance in terms of body language and style. Chotu had it in her.

She sprang upon me putting me down and hugged me happily with all smiles. Unable to control my excitement, I asked her for a Kiss! They are the only girls who kiss me unlimited. But today, the Kiran stuff made her reject my request. I was denied a Kiss L
I was with them for two hours. All the time I was admiring the bold beautiful Kiran. Calling her Kiran Darling would immediately result in her dialing to 100 asking two cops to arrest me for Eve teasing. But she dialed from her toy mobile ;-) Finally it was time to start home. I again asked for a kiss and again the plea was dismissed.

Disappointed to the core, I left the place sans energy. I crossed the main door; wore my shoes and turned towards the stairs to come down to the road. Just then a sweet little voice called me” Anna”! I turned to see my Kiran darling running towards me. I knelt down to accept her Sweet Kiss. Lip to Lip Kiss!

I kissed KIRAN BEDI!

the last time. . . . . . . . !

2007-07-03T23:23:00.000+05:30

Saturday, 30th June 2007, 23:30Hrs

Michael and Cheryl weren’t in good terms for the past six months. Their tug of war reached an all time high today. In a streak of anger Michael called Cheryl his biggest mistake. This upset her to the core. But her ego won’t accept that she was upset. Tit for tat… Cheryl threw all her anger over Michael in one sentence. I hate you!
Deeply depressed with Cheryl’s words, Michael stayed very silent. “Don’t try your games again with me… I don’t want to see you again in my lifetime.” Cheryl was unstoppable. She was erupting ferociously. Wounded by her words, Michael cut the phone line in disgust. It was Cheryl’s Birthday the next day. She was everything for him. She was the only girl he would turn for. But today she blamed Michael a flirt. Michael felt heart broken. He felt his love has become meaningless. Not knowing what to do next he set out aimlessly in his bike.

Sunday, 1st July 2007, 00:45Hrs

Heavy rains in the evening had left all roads flooded. The roads were mucky and slippery. Michael hates crying. But today he couldn’t help himself. Tears dimmed his vision. He was going through all sweet moments. Its Cheryl’s birthday today and he is not in a position even to wish her. There was severe traffic jam in his mind; clash of thoughts and emotions; the pain was unbearable… Michael was not in his senses. Cheryl, his love, his luck, his life nothing is his anymore. Call it fate or bad luck, Michael was hit by a speeding truck and thrown off the road. His bike hit the highway rails and was damaged terribly. Michael lay unconscious at one corner of the road.

Sunday, 1st July 2007, 02:00Hrs

It’s been nearly 2 hrs since the accident. Head injury had caused severe blood loss.
The dark rainy night had left the highway and Michael unattended. Had it been any other night, there was a chance the highway patrol would have spotted the accident victim. But today rain forced everyone stay indoors. Here at home Cheryl dint even take efforts to think about Michael. She happily attended all her Birthday calls, and was busy packing her suitcase. She has to catch the first bus to her home town at 5am.

Sunday, 1st July 2007, 05:30Hrs

Rain had stopped. The first rays of the sun shined brightly over Michael. Severely injured, Michael couldn’t even budge a bit. He slowly gained consciousness hearing to the blaring siren of the ambulance. He was being given first aid to stop blood loss. Michael with great effort opened his eyes. Two nurses, few policemen and an ambulance is what he saw at first. As he was being moved from the accident spot to the ambulance, he saw a bus crossing them. Michael could hardly keep his eyes open. As his eye lids closed beyond his control, Michael saw Cheryl in the bus. She was in his favorite white dress. The one in which Michael saw her for the first time. Seeing her Michael slowly whispered CHERYL and closed his eyes.

Marathil irunthu pookal uthirum
marupadi puthida marukathe

Malayil suriyan maraintha piragum
maru nal uthirkum marakathe

Mudiya kangal thirakuma?

2007-06-28T21:53:00.000+05:30

Lady In ReD !

ennai pandhaada piRandhavaLae

idhayam reNdaaga piLandhavaLae

oasai illaamal malarndhavaLae

uyirai kaN koNdu kadaindhavaLae

unnai kaNda pin indha maNNai naesithaen

kaalam yaavum kaadhal koLLa vaaraayoa

senguyilae siRu veyilae

maNNil uLLa vaLam inna dhinnadhena seyaRkai koaL aRiyum peNNae

unnil uLLa vaLam enna dhennadhenauLLankai aRiyum kaNNaenee

azhagin motham endru sollu

andha bramman vaitha mutru puLLi

senguyilae... siRu veyilae...

vaay thiRandhu kaettuvittaen vaazhvai vaazha vidu anbae !!!

2007-06-27T14:09:00.000+05:30

There'll come a morning
When we'll awaken
Closer than ever
Slowly but surely
Sooner or later
Closer than ever
Breathing the same air
Dreaming the same dreams
Closer than ever before

There'll come a moment
When I will hold you
Closer than ever
Fairy-tale romance
Princess and hero
Closer than ever
Like an old movie
Where strangers end up
Closer than ever before

All of a sudden
Just like a shower
Our love will flower
Life will have meaning

Worth living for
Worth dying for

There'll come a morning
When we'll awaken
Closer than ever before

New York nagaram uRangum nEram thanimai adarndhathu
paniyum padarndhathE
kappal iRangiyE
kaaRRum karaiyil nadanthathE
naangu kaNNaadich chuvargaLukkuLLE naanum mezhuguvarththiyum
thanimai thanimaiyO thanimai thanimaiyO
kodumai kodumaiyO

pEchellaam thaalaattu pOla ennai uRanga vaikka nee illai
dHinamum oRu muththam thandhu kaalai kaappi kodukka nee illai
vizhiyil vizhum dhoosi thannai naavaal edukka nee ingu illai
manathil ezhum kuzhappam thannai theerkka nee ingE illai
naan ingE neeyum angE indhath thanimaiyil nimishangaL varushamaanathEnO
vaan ingE neelam angE indha uvamaikku iruvarum viLakkamaanathEnO

naatkuRippil nooru thadavai undhan peyarai ezhudhum en pEnaa
ezhudhiyathum eRumbu moikkap peyarum aanathenna thEnaa
jill endru bhoomi irundhum indhath tharuNaththil kuLirkaalam kOdai aanadhEnO
vaa anbE neeyum vandhaal senthaNal kooda panik katti pOlE aagumE

Saturday 23 June 2007:

What emotions u draw when u listen to these songs???

I always fly to dreamland with my girl whenever I hear these songs.
But today the reverse happened…
I was longing in my dream to wake up and hear these songs.
Today, My Fair Lady, gorgeously dressed up in Red,
made me run behind her madly.
I have heard and seen the majestic English castles only in movies.
But seeing it as a dream that too early morning dream, especially running behind a beautiful girl!
Oh my god I’m sad I’m not a poet or artist to bring it on paper.
But still I’m happy I’m a blogger ;)

The Mad Race

2007-06-09T20:41:00.000+05:30

He was in a weird mood. He wanted to ride at top speed non-stop. He missed the green signal by a second, which made him stop at the Junction. Poor accelerator, it was continuously raised and lowered by him. He cleverly hid his face inside his helmet, shut his ears with music. Others in the road could jus get a look at his figure and actions.
Waiting at the signal for more than a minute that too in the late hours of the night, if aam aadmi gets frustrated, imagine Shiva who’s already restless! Jet… set… go flashed green and he is already there 20 meters ahead of other vehicles. He rode rashly and his new bike making a rough grunt made everyone in the road turn and give a look.

Totally lost in music and speed, he rode like hell down the bridge. This big truck right behind him had been honking hard to get way. After his descent from the bridge, he noticed the truck pleading for way not because of the honk but from the glare of the headlights flashing bright on his rear view mirror. Shiv genuinely moved out of the truck’s way. The so called cleaner of the truck gave a serious look at Shiv. The look conveyed a message. “Had you delayed some more time in giving way, we would have hit you off our way”, this was the warning. This provoked Shiv to overtake the truck and block its way. Madness started here.

The way Shiv rode his bike, the speed, the body language, the attempts he made to overtake, all these made the Truck driver invite Shiv for a mad race. No words, no flags, no rules, no tracks, no observers, but a race was on. Shiv was focused fully on overtaking the truck. Mid-night had jus crossed, the roads were empty, signals flashing orange; all conditions were suitable for the truck and bike to accelerate blindly. Little did Shiv realize that rash driving will affect the performance of his new bike… His entire mind was in racing the truck. In the process he had some close encounters with barricades in the middle of the road. The slightest bad luck would have cost dear to him, but he never cared as though a Lucky Mascot was always there around saving him.

Shiv had come a long way chasing the truck. Several times he overtook it and the truck too had its chance. He had come a long way out of his usual route in the course of the race. At one point the truck slowed down and stopped aside. Shiv who was ahead of the truck slowed down too and stopped there. The truck had reached its intended destination. But Shiv? Where has he come? He felt like going and dashing somewhere. Why did he do this? No point to prove, nothing to gain, totally purposeless race it was. Just a wild rush of madness. Guilty, ashamed and deeply wounded at heart by his senseless behavior, Shiv switched off the music blasting his ears. All he could hear was his heart beating irregularly fast. Slowly and steadily he traced back his route. He had no replacement for the time he lost, for the efforts wasted, for the resources exhausted. No reason to justify his madness. Still somewhere deep within, his mind had been keeping him up, categorizing his madness somewhere in-between essential and trivial. With this slight relief of not committing a grave mistake, Shiv reached home. Before hitting bed, Shiv made up his mind to analyze and correct himself without fail the next morning.

Next day at office:

Shiv talking to his colleagues… “Kno wat…? Last night I had this race with a truck on my way back home..wat a thrill? Man the chase was mind blowin… I was about to hit this median, aana sadalnu brake pottu ..chance a illa..disc brake na chumma va..”

Ivanaellam Tiruttha mudiyuma ?

Wanted to have this Here..Got it !!!

2007-06-03T23:01:00.000+05:30

Stole this image from another Blogger ;-)

The Clapping Angel

2007-05-22T21:36:00.000+05:30

That was a very beautiful doll. The clapping angel is what people used to call it. This one was the most fancied doll by all kids after the world famous Barbie series. Anu was no exception to this. Little Anu will step into 2nd standard after this summer vacation. Her daddy kept his promise that he will take her to the trade fair before her school reopens. Anu was the happiest kid on earth when she was going around the fair with her tiny fingers holding her daddy strongly. Her little eyes weren’t enough for her to capture the extravaganza of the fair. She was so pleased with her father for having brought her to the fair. So much pleased that every now and then she kept kissing his forehand. Her joy knew no bounds. She was flying with pride.

Everything was fine until she crossed the doll shop. Two beautiful clapping angels were on display on the top rack of the store. Anu has come across this doll many times before in various other places. Never has she asked her father to get her this one. She knew her father can’t afford its price. But today the dolls dressed up in pink pulled her so much that she resisted to move from that shop. Her dad could understand her desire. But he knew better that he has hardly Rs25 in his pocket which is just enough for an ice cream and to take back Anu in auto. He had promised these too as part of the fair visit. Anu had tears filled in her eyes. She was continuously watching the dolls. Tears started to flow down when a boy bought one of the two dolls. She never opened her mouth and asked her father to buy her the doll. She knew it was not possible. Still her little heart craved for it.

Not able to stop her tears and the yearning for the doll, she spoke out in a very feeble voice. ‘Daddy I want to have that doll’. Pained by her daughter’s patience and his inability to get what she wanted, Anu’s father was spontaneous to reply, ‘Baby let’s go to the ice cream shop’. Anu never replied back. She just moved out of the store. She went straight towards the entrance. They left the fair without having ice cream. Anu’s dad was keen to take her back home by Auto. They reached home. Anu couldn’t stop her tears. She went to the bed, hugged her pillow tightly and cried aloud. At one point she got tired of crying and slept off. Poor Daddy couldn’t sleep that night. He convinced himself that kids will forget things soon and went to sleep.

Will Little Anu forget the Clapping angel? She might have stopped crying but will her little heart ever come over the desire?

Is there anyway to cheer up the little kid?
Please let me know.

The Perfect Morning !

2007-05-17T00:11:00.000+05:30

Early morning 9am, sounds odd? But for Aditya 9am is the time he can afford to get up. A bright white bedspread with lots of lavender flower images woven to it; soft cozy pillows of the same color; and a night suite in deep blue… these make Aditya’s night (not to mention the Good Night message from Sumi). 9am is the time when Aditya’s mom clears the bedroom screen to facilitate the sunrays to shine over his face. Gently disturbed by his majesty the Sun God, Aditya reaches out for his mobile from under his pillow. Without opening his eyes he types out a Good Morning and sends it to Sumi. His fingers are so much used to sending her messages that he manages to send messages eyes closed. The time Aditya wakes up in the morning is the time Sumi gets out of her apartment to office. So there is always a prompt reply to Aditya’s Good morning from Sumi. Still in sleeping mood and posture he gathers strength to open just his right eye when his mobile vibrates with a message (just to confirm if the message was from Sumi). If it was any other message… Aditya gets back to sleep. But always it’s Sumi with her sweet morning wishes, which effortlessly puts Aditya on foot. Sumi’s good morning is Aditya’s early morning coffee, strong, aromatic and the perfect starter for the day.

Aditya reads Sumi so well that he knows what her messages mean. ‘Good Morning :-)’, ‘gud morning’, ‘gm’, ‘morning’, each one meant something. They convey her mood to him. Based on it he replies to her, and quickly goes to brush (time filler between his reply and her reply to it). By the time he is back with coffee and newspaper, the reply from Sumi is already there. Coffee, News, Sumi… Aditya handles all simultaneously. Everyday there is a new topic to talk about for them Weather today, music tomorrow; someday it’s the continuation of previous night’s fight! In-between Aditya asks for updates about her whereabouts. Cos he knows that the conversation will stop abruptly the time Sumi reaches her cabin!

Aditya starts to start to office. He gets ready to get ready for his office only after the conversation. But there is one exception to this. The conversation goes on and on when they are fighting. He summarizes the conversation and tries to enjoy the emotions linked to it as he stands beneath the shower. Lazy Aditya becomes brisk and quick after his shower (he is already late!). He hardly has time and mood for his breakfast. Promising his mom that he will have a full meal as early as 12 noon, he skips breakfast. All set to start to office, he equips himself with his driving kit which includes his music player! Vroom starts his bike and never stops anywhere for anyone even at signals. Aditya likes to ride fast. Speed is one thing he is crazy about only next to Sumi. On his way to office he never minds to slow down except when he crosses Sumi’s office building. He knows the direction in which Sumi will be sitting now. He slows down to feel her presence. And there again he goes back to top speed and halts at office. ‘Late again?’ this word he hears every other day from his boss. Who cares…? Aditya reaches out to his mail box to start his Email service to Sumi!

The Music Express

2007-05-09T18:45:00.000+05:30

The Train was galloping at its top speed say 130-140 mph. It was 3am and everyone in that First class compartment was fast asleep in their coupes. There is no other sound except for the roar of the train. Aditya was traveling alone for the first time. As a habit or convention he never sleeps during onward train journeys. He always wanted to stand by the train door and sing his heart out. But that has never happened before as he never got to travel alone. Now he knew it’s the right time to strike the chord. He slowly moved down from his berth and escaped out of his coupe without making any noise. The footboard was waiting for his arrival He took his favorite position and he was all set for the show. The train was cruising over a pretty straight route with hardly any curves on the way. Bluish cloud covered mountains, tall trees and oil lit lamps here and there…Seeing these Aditya was building up his mood to sing out. He had few songs and lines in mind which he knew will please him at this time of the night and the location he is in. As tough he was a professional singer he started to sing. First few lines he jus murmured. But later on he started to shout. He knew very well that it’s tough even for himself to listen to his voice. But today the speed of the train gave him so much room that he shouted his heart out so loudly, still no one heard him. He was enjoying his singing (shouting to be precise) though he had chosen all sad songs. Suddenly a bulb started glowing above his head. Idea! he said to himself and quickly ran to his berth. He grabbed his Music player plugged them into his ears and turned the volume to maximum. Now again back at the footboard he continued with his singing. This time he was very pleased. He was singing but what his ears received was the original soundtrack! Wow cool idea indeed.

Everything was nice and fine until these lines flashed through Aditya’s mind. He had read them only few hours ago. He had associated those lines with himself. The lines read as “Such was his state… a state where he kept working just to stop the brain from thinking of her… a state where all he wanted to do on his late night ride back home from office was to bang onto something rock solid hard and crash hoping that at least the accident would make him stop thinking about her. He was scared of being alone and not having anything to do because then he would have to think.” Aditya’s mind was continuously pondering over these lines. He has been undergoing this ordeal for reasons unknown. Aditya’s SHE was no were in the scene. He is yet to find her; still he has been feeling it. By the time he realized that he had stopped singing, two three songs had been over in his player. Aditya trying to recompile himself purposefully switched off the songs and diverted his attention in sight seeing. The mountains, the plains, the signal pillars, the distant lights, the shining stars, all these created an awe feeling in him. Sometime back what looked like gods own precious creation and beauty of the nature, now kindled fear fire in Aditya’s eyes. Everything looked enlarged. The fear of FEAR gulping him grew fast. Aditya's feet started to tremble. Unknowingly he started leaning more outside the door and started feeling the Gravity pulling him out. His heart already bid goodbye to the world yet his mind wasn’t ready to depart. The power of his mind commanded his body to push itself inside. 3…2…1 he counted aloud and pushed himself inside, closed the door and rested his back on the door without giving load to his foot. Aditya was panting for breath. He dint know what he was going through. But seriously felt strange with what ever he experienced now. Once he closed the door, the train’s roaring noise had diminished and all that he could hear was his heart beating so fast which synchronized with the rhythm of the express train. Aditya was quite tired after the Push! So he decided to get back to his cabin. He gently tried to persuade himself to sleep for a while, but all he could do was look at the opposite berth where a young girl was struggling to sleep. Who knows that girl too might have been down after a Push, but certainly not from the doorsteps!

Life is a LESSON..LEARN it

2007-05-05T23:49:00.000+05:30

Time as he grows old teaches him many lessons. I learnt that this is true. When you see things shown in movies happen to you, what else do you do but believe that movie is nothing but a replica of life. But let’s exempt dream duet sequences alone! The last few months have been great learning experiences. Learning life! Met different characters, observed many changes, went through new experiences, had good time learning, realized that I got lots and lots more to learn. All these learning’s need to be revised, revisited, cherished, relished and recorded. (What if I lose my memory?)
;-)

Top Cop:

Speeding auto, a cop chasing it and jumping into it, big blows to the driver and the driver falls out of the auto. The auto stops after hitting at a sand heap… I wasn’t describing a stunt sequence of a movie, this is what I saw when I was a kid at the police colony where I grew up. (Memory loss and to me? Nay no way I suppose). Real hero that cop was. I do believe in some chasing scenes of movies as I have seen such things in person. I have seen this cop at home in plainclothes. He was so much a police personality that he didn’t even know few channel names on TV. This was some 10 yrs back. Now when I was at his home to invite him to my sister’s marriage, I was shocked to see him update his wife about the programs on various TV channels precisely with timings. He was a cop before, now retired. This has brought the BIG change in him.

I learnt a lesson- Plan your life after retirement

Habits make a MAN:

After much thinking, many ifs and buts, mom decided to go there to inform him of my sister’s marriage. Not a good area for ladies to travel, still she decided to go there as I was with her. Parking the car beneath a tree, mom said “u can wait in the car if u r not interested in coming…I will be back in 2 minutes” But myself and sister decided to go with her. When we peeped inside the hut like structure (supposed to be a house), what we saw was very painful. A man nearing his 60’s was drinking liquor. Seeing my mom he hurriedly closed the doors and came out, ashamed with his action, he asked my mom to erase from her memory whatever she just saw. The way he spoke to us, I understood, he was really an extraordinarily talented person spoilt to the core, thanks to his addiction to bad habits. He is supposed to be a close relative of us :-|

I learnt a lesson- Never give room for bad habits

Togetherness means a lot:

The train gently starts moving. The girl standing in the footboard waves good bye her cousins at the station. Tears roll down her cheeks, she is not wiping it cos she doesn’t want to disturb herself biding bye. A familiar scene in many Hindi movies (I’ve seen only lovers doing this in Tamil movies), But I saw it live when my cousin sister did this to me! One week of togetherness, total fun, and lots of love, affection and care were responsible for those tears. We know we will meet again not in the near future.

I learnt a lesson- It is painful to say bye to loved ones

No Tears, yet U cried:

I had a bet or rather a strong word with many that I won’t be crying, there won’t be any trace of tears when I say good bye after leaving my sister at her new home with new set of relations . It’s a virtual good bye to a sweet, tender relationship. I won the bet, but couldn’t claim for it. People had observed that I din cry; also I had my trademark mile wide smile even when my sister was busy wiping tears but what my eyes managed to hide was revealed by my foot which dint dare to take the front foot to leave the place.
No tears still I cried… people were quick to observe this.

I learnt a lesson- U don’t cry, that doesn’t mean U don’t feel the pain

Pray for me Brother:

2nd May 2007, Wednesday, 9:30 Am… The road is jam packed with vehicles trying to enter the marriage hall so is the hall inside. The wedding rituals are yet to begin but the hall was already exceeding its capacity. Unknowingly I start to pray. God How are u gonna manage this? Still my eyes looking for more people to come in for whom I was waiting for; also looking for people whom I dint want to turn up. End of the day, all things bright and beautiful, prayers answered. Happy about the way things shaped out…

I learnt a lesson- Prayers are always answered…
but not every time the answer is YES

Many more to recall and write out but still in order to give due preference and priority to the above instances I will have to stop here.

I learnt a lesson- Preferential treatment is BAD!

Do not give priority to the person who considers u as a choice!

Pinky goes Pink !

2007-04-15T22:23:00.000+05:30

Pinky was too tired even to open her eyes. Wrapped in a soft pink towel, Pinky lay comfortably in her mom’s lap. Sumi and Aditya, the young parents of Pinky were on their way back home after their successful holiday at Munnar. They say the holiday was successful because they executed the plan against many odds. Pinky’s grandparents were strictly against this holiday trip keeping in mind Pinky’s age as she was hardly 9 months old. But Sumi and Aditya badly needed this break. Sumi had abandoned her job owing to Pinky’s birth. So it has been more than a year now since she really had exposure to the outside world. Aditya, the young Gentleman cadet has jus passed out of the Officer’s Training Academy (OTA), Dehradun which trains Army Captains. Captain Aditya was one of the most charming officers at OTA. No one believed that he was married when he proudly announced his team about Pinky’s birth. Aditya and Sumi were too quick to tie the knot at a very early age. Aditya will turn 25 when Pinky celebrates her first birthday. Young father, young mother, cheerful grandparents, and lovable friends around. Pinky is indeed lucky to be born in such an environment.

Aditya and Sumi had just boarded the Train to Chennai. While Sumi was extremely cautious not to disturb Pinky, Aditya was quick enough to put up the luggage so that Sumi and Pinky were comfortable. The Train was about to start in another 5 minutes. Sumi wanted to have the magazine that was on display in the bookstall at the station. The stall was at the other side of the platform. Keeping in mind that Sumi will get bored after a while, Aditya decided to have a quick run to the stall to get her the magazine. Sumi half heartedly nodded when Aditya said he was getting down to get the magazine. It was early evening and the platform lights were being switched on. The Lights inside the train too went ON. This sudden change in lighting and the dampness inside the A/C coach had disturbed Pinky’s sleep. She started becoming restless as the train started moving with a jerk. Sumi had no clue as why Aditya is still not aboard even after the train had started moving. She grew tensed and started to panic as she could not find Aditya around. The train was nearly out of the station and it was picking up its speed. Pinky suddenly started crying. Tears rolled down quickly. It was not just Pinky who was crying, Sumi also. Being a smart and matured girl, Sumi gathered enough strength in her voice to quickly alert the co-passengers that her husband had not boarded the train. The TTE was approached for help but then he had no other option except to console Sumi with cool words that he would contact the Station master once the train reached the next station. As a TTE that was the maximum he could do. Sumi was terribly disappointed with herself for having let Aditya go for the book at the last moment. But still she knew Aditya will certainly reach her soon. Just the uncertainty of when and how Aditya will make up to Sumi and Pinky was hindering her mind.

Aditya had missed the train. Though he was quick on his foot in getting the book, the landed up in a different platform while getting back. He reached the wrong platform just to find that his train was pulling out of the station from the other side. Aditya was unhappy with himself for having done such a blunder of missing the train. But without wasting much time he becalmed himself looking for ways to catch the train. When he was about to approach the station master for help, he met a lady in on the platform of his train. The lady wore a familiar look. Aditya identified the lady as a railway employee with her ID card. With the feel that he had met her already somewhere, he approached the lady for help. Call it luck or blessing, the lady happened to be a senior officer who had the power to stop the train under emergency situations. Keeping in mind the fact that the train had left the station and that Aditya had narrated his displeasure of missing his wife and little kid, the lady without any hesitation pulled out her wireless instrument and commanded some orders. The train halted. Sumi and the other passengers in the train were surprised to see that the train stopped just for Aditya to get in. Thankfully waving bye to the lady in the station, Aditya moved inside the coach to comfort Sumi. The train started again with a jerk and as expected Pinky stared crying again. Aditya, Sumi and other passengers were engaged in attending to Pinky, forgetting all the confusion behind. Next morning Pinky was cheerfully playing with her little dolly as Aditya and Sumi romanced with their eyes smiling and faces blooming with the shock of yesterday’s ordeal running at the back of their mind.

The Chamber of Secrets

2007-04-13T08:43:00.000+05:30

After a quick small fight with mom, I stormed into the bedroom bashing the door just to show that I was angry with things around. I was so restless that I needed to keep myself occupied by all means, a good diversion to ease and cool myself. My IPOD comforted my ears and occupied 50% of my think tank. But my eyes were still displeased. Just then I spotted this book “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets” on my bed. Being a person who never reads books just for the fun of reading, I hesitated to pick up the book (to give some work to my eyes). Heard lots about Harry Potter, but never has its fantasy fancied me. But today just to keep me occupied and with the attitude of checking “WAT BIG STUFF DID PEOPLE FIND IN IT” I started READING!

Hardly covered two pages but even before that I could find myself peacefully settled in my bed. That was a magical turn around...Oops Potter fans know that the M word is a restricted one. But I’m not Harry though M makes me go Mad ;-) The time I spent this night reading two chapters of the book has been one of the few moments which made me feel good about myself. Though I wasn’t much carried away by the Harry Potter stuff, I certainly enjoyed the ‘feel good’ feel which reading a book can give me. The books usually I read are quite heavy with its contents for example “The Constitution of India”. But books meant for reading and just for reading alone, the pleasure of it is distinct. Music and book is a pretty good combination. I feel they can make up for my ideal before bedtime partners. I don’t say I have fallen in love with reading habit overnight, but certainly this is a sign of a good start. The starting point of the journey to explore the chamber of secrets (books).

Sometime back someone told me, “If I were to die in a freak road accident, ensure that you reach my mobile to my mom and my books to my cousin sister” and I was quick to reserve my share for books as I could foresee myself turning a voracious reader soon. It’s not yet time for both to happen ;-))

Smiley Smiles :-)

2007-04-11T18:47:00.000+05:30

9th April 2007, 7:30 pm

It was the usual onsite status call... jus two of us and a phone in a big conference room. One person giving updates and me lost in thoughts was scribbling in my notepad. It was around 8 pm when my colleague woke me up from my dream state. He pointed to my notepad and started laughing sarcastically... What was that I was scribbling in my notepad? For one second I feared to turn towards the sheet I was scribbling. What if I had written the name of the person I was dreaming about?? Aaaah... sigh of relief! The sheet was full of SMILEY’s

Cheerful smiley’s all around the paper and one or two project related words which had mistakenly entered my ears during the call. My friend was all doubts on why I was so much fascinated by these little smileys. I’m not doubtful but am pleased with the fact that I like smiley’s... Like smiley’s ? But why? Cos Smiley makes me smile and for me smile is...

SMILE..Simply Means I Like emmm !!

2007-03-15T22:36:00.000+05:30

Oh my pretty pretty girl !

2007-02-18T19:20:00.000+05:30

I lie awake at night
See things in black and white
I’ve only got you in my mind
You know you have made me blind.

I lie awake and pray
That you will look my way
I have all this songing in my heart
I knew it right from start.

Oh my pretty pretty girl I love you
Like I never ever loved no one before you
Pretty pretty girl of mind
Just tell me you love me too.

Oh my pretty pretty girl I need you
Oh my pretty pretty girl I do
Let me inside make me stay
Right beside you.

I used to write your name
And put it in a frame
And sometime I think I hear you call
Right from my bedroom wall.

You stay a little while
And touch me with your smile
And what can I say to make you mine
To reach out for you in time.

Oh my pretty pretty girl I love you
Like I never ever loved no one before you
Pretty pretty girl of mind
Just tell me you love me too.

Oh my pretty pretty girl I need you
Oh my pretty pretty girl I do
Let me inside make me stay
Right beside you.

Im Sorry. I don't want to do this again.

2007-02-09T08:31:00.000+05:30

Getting Ready

2006-12-19T22:32:00.000+05:30

“It was my biggest dream. Today it’s come true. I’m very happy for it and extremely thankful to all those who stood beside me to see my dream come true”
Karan Johar the mastermind behind the greatest bollywood hit Kuch Kuch Hota Hai said that he has been rehearsing these words right from his childhood. This was his Speech of Acceptance when his movie Kuch Kuch Hota Hai was chosen the best movie.

My twelfth standard board exams had just started when I saw this interview of Karan Johar. I liked what he said. . . Rehearsing to face success; getting ready to face occasions. So I thought I will also rehearse for something big. Since 12 STD exams were going on and I had my English book in hand, I rehearsed how to face the press if I get a state rank in English. “I was quite happy with my performance, but the state rank is indeed a surprise to me. I would like to thank my English teacher Mrs. Eugene for the way she made the classes interesting and special thanks to Mrs. Kanchna my first English teacher”. This is what I exactly said in my first interview when I got my state rank in English. After a very long gap, I started rehearsing again. This time the rehearsal was for acting as a responsible brother to a beautiful sister. The occasion in pipeline was my sister’s engagement. I have attended engagements, marriages, birthday parties and various other ceremonies. But never felt the need for a rehearsal. This time it’s happening at my home. Tight schedule at office never gave me time for practice. But my mind was constantly working on the D-Day activities. How do I welcome guests? How do I answer to people? How do I create impression that I’m a very responsible brother? All activities were pre-arranged. I had nothing as such called work to do. Still I need to show people that have toiled for the day. Mental preparations and monologue rehearsals everywhere. The office restroom mirror and my Bike know how much I have rehearsed. Hard work always pays isn’t it? December 8 2006 turned out to be the most memorable day for many. And from my side, wow it was THE DAY I WAS LOOKING FOR. Though many recognized that I was just acting there as a responsible man, I had no other option. I had to be a responsible son/ responsible brother that day.

Karan Johar’s formula worked out well for me the second time too. And you know I have started my rehearsal for the next EVENT :->

சென்னையில் ஓரு மழை காலம்..

2006-11-07T16:14:00.000+05:30

அழகிய காலை பொழுது
மின்சார ரயிலில் தொடங்கியது
எனது பயணம்

கடற்கரை சந்திப்பை நோக்கி புறப்பட்டது ரயில்
கடலுக்கு அப்பால் சென்று ஒளிந்து கொண்டது வெயில்

தெருவில் நடந்து சென்றேன் நான்
மழை பொழிந்து வரவேற்றது வான்

மழையில் நனைந்தேன்
உலகம் மறந்தேன்

சுயநினைவை இழந்தேன்
இன்ப வெள்ளத்தில் விழுந்தேன்

மழையே! உனை நான் ரசித்தேன்
மழைத்துளியே! உனை நான் ருசித்தேன்

ஒவ்வொரு துளியும் இனிமை
ஒவ்வொரு துளியும் புதுமை

கண்ணீர் ருசியை நான் அறிந்தில்லை
மழைநீர் ருசியை சொல்ல நான் கவிஞனும் இல்லை

அன்று மழையில் வழிந்தது என் இளமை
மழை எனக்கு உணர்த்தியதோ.... என் தேசத்தின் வறுமை!

நான் அறிந்தேன்,
உண்ண உணவு, உடுக்க உடை, இருக்க இடம் இவர்களிடம் இவை இல்லை என்று

நான் அழுதேன்,
இவர்களின் நிலை கண்டு

நான் உணர்ந்தேன்,

கண்ணீர் மழைநீரோடு கலந்தது
மனதில் புது வேகம் பிறந்தது

நான் எழுந்தேன்,

என் தேசத்தின் வறுமை ஒழிக்க
என் மக்களின் வாழ்வு செழிக்க
ஏழைகளின் கண்ணீர் போக்க
துயர் மறக்க, புது வழி பிறக்க!

Note:
Special Thanks to Mathi for Spell Check and Thiru for Tamil Fonts/Data Entry :-)

The Leave Letter

2006-11-03T17:22:00.000+05:30

Respected Madam,

My daughter S.Kavya studying in your class (III STD ‘C’ section), could not attend classes on 30-10-2006 and 31-10-2006 as she was suffering from high fever and vomiting. I request you to kindly consider her absence as leave.

Yours faithfully,
Sivakumar.K

Kavya is taking leave for the first time. She is the only student in that school to get 100% attendance certificates every year right from her K.G classes. She has been such a bright student and teacher’s favorite kid that her class teacher called to enquire about her health. I’m very proud about my daughter. I didn’t study well. I will be a driver for my entire lifetime. I know nothing but driving. But Kavya is not like me. She is too smart. She is so much interested with school and studies. I will do anything to aid her financially and morally with her studies. Her school fee is more than what I earn for 4 months. But that doesn’t matter. She wants to be in that school and I’m here as her father to make that happen. One day she will come up in life our pappa.

Pappa is how my dad’s driver addresses my sister. There was no trace of tears in his eyes when he recited the above to me while I was writing the leave letter for his daughter. But his voice conveyed the emotions. I realize what it takes to be a father. I can also feel how my parents would have dreamt about me and my sister when we were kids.
KIDS are always kids for parents. As kids (grown up & growing) lets make their dreams come true.

Blog dedicated to all Parents and KIDs.

:-)

oru ponnu onnu nan pathen !!

2006-10-03T11:09:00.000+05:30

What do you do when a cute little girl shows green signal . . . signs of inviting you to join her when you are waiting for green signal?
I started praying that the signal should remain RED for some more time.

“Newyork Nagaram” song is making my ride back home enchanting. Earphones tightly plugged to my ears inside the Helmet DEN! I apply brakes slowly to stop for the signal which I usually do rashly. This time I purposefully made it smooth so that it doesn’t disturb the rhythm of the song. A cute little KID captures my attention there at the signal. Sitting in her mom’s lap, this girl calls me closer with genuine, coordinated arm and eye movements. “Andha ponnu kupta namalum vazhinchitu poradha?” that will affect my reputation seriously. So I turned brusque. Starred angrily at the little girl and showed signs of disrespect to her invitation. Deeply hurt by my actions the girl reacted! Hugged her mom tight with her eyes closed still more tight. Her face shrunk in discomfiture. I lost my face too. What on earth did I do now? Shame spread around me. I have spoilt the girl’s entire evening with my unmindful action. But being a quick learner I was swift enough to recover. With gentle signs of apology I opened out my helmet windscreen to reach out to the girl. With extended arms I earnestly called her to take the front seat in my bike (the petrol tank over which kids are always made to sit). The little girl had a big heart to forgive me. I understood this with the way she smiled back. First time I saw a girl hiding her face with shy seeing me! Excited by her response I invited her to occupy the special seat with all rights. For a few seconds I blushed… she blushed back too :-) (idhula background music vera). If only I had a chocolate to offer her… cha I wanted more interaction but the signal turned green. Her bike went in the same direction in which I had to go. Seri konjam scene podalamnu solli I accelerated more than her dad did and went past them. I had hardly moved few meters ahead of them, my eyes wanted to see her again. Unable to resist the temptation I slowed down…and there I ‘am right behind her. She is excited to see me back. I felt like I had done a great sacrifice by slowing down to get a glimpse of her beauty, but actually she had done the magic by mesmerizing my senses. “khanna Mannu Ponnu Pennu – indha moonu pinnadiyum namma poga kudathu, adhu than namma pinnadi varanum” Rajini dialogue suddenly struck my mind. So I had to abandon her there and move ahead. With a heavy heart, I overtook her bike once again and this time I never looked back. Her eyes, the smile, the charm, and my god I don’t know if I will meet her ever in my life again. I pray I should never see her back. I will forget my way back home if I see her again. I offered special seat not only in my bike but in my heart too. She dint reject the invitation. But she couldn’t accept too. The invitation is now floating in air. Whoever receives it, please keep it safe, cos its very SPECIAL :-)

WATCH (the) MAN – WATCHMAN

2006-09-30T21:12:00.000+05:30

“Watchman. . . Watchman” . . . call him this way and he comes running even at odd hours to open the gate for me. Today the gate is open and my watchman is not at the gate where he usually stands. I find some space at my private parking area occupied by the watchman for having dinner. I have canteen at office and a dinning table at home. Poor fellow where else will he go? This was my gesture towards him when I got down from my bike. As I move towards the staircase which leads to my home, I hear a very gentle voice “Vanga . . . vandhu saapdunga” Startled by the dinner invitation I took few quick steps backwards so that I reach close to him. With utmost courtesy my watchman is enquiring me if I had dinner as it was sometime past 10 pm. This is what his “Vanga . . . vandhu saapdunga” had to convey. He knows I’m not going to take share in his dinner; still he had that simple yet hospitable attitude to ask me. I have been in this apartment for the past one year. I cross the gate (also the watchman) at least twice a day. But I never had the cordial nature even to smile at him. But today he thought me a strong lesson. In a quick jiffy I’ve learnt to WATCH the watchman as a MAN.
“Time as he grows old teaches him many lessons”
I’m learning . . .

The Journey (Search) Begins. . .

2006-09-14T15:13:00.000+05:30

It’s a dark evening and the train has just pushed itself out of the station, moving slowly towards Chidambaram. Kadhir in his rugged attire runs along the wooden fence adjacent to the railway track to catch the train. He doesn’t know where this train is going, but he has to board it. He breaks open the fence at a point and with blind courage jumps to catch hold of the train door. He is aboard now. The train is picking up its speed and he finds his way into a coupe. This old modeled compartment looks very unusual to him. A small room like compartment partitioned into two with a bed on the other side. Kadhir was scanning the coupe with prayers that he shouldn’t be identified by anyone. He just raises his feet to have a look at the other side of the partition. He finds an old lady sleeping with medicines around her bed. Kadhir sighed with relief. He makes up his mind that this would be the safest place for him until he finds a way out. He turns around closing his eyes resting his back on the door. Kadhir was meditating upon his past. All his essential parts had relaxed by now. Still his mind was at unrest. His heartbeat was above 80 per minute. His eyes are still closed tight. There is no other sound he could hear except for his heartbeat and the galloping horse power of the train. Silence is golden. Kadhir realized it today. Amidst this blissful silence he smells someone passing by him. Slowly he realizes someone moving around watching him but he is not ready to open his eyes. He fears reality. But then he has to wake up. He builds up strength within himself to tackle the immediate reality. Kadhir with all his false energy takes a vivid yet rustic turn with angry eyes to encounter the new person. The train has reached its top speed, but kadhir stopped just to see a nightingale cross him. A familiar face but not an acquaintance, a nurse in plainclothes with medicine in her hands reaching out to help the old lady in bed. Kadhir is stunned by her patience. Questions popped up in his mind as she never minded his presence. Her blank eyes and energy less walk seemed as though she was never bothered about a stranger aboard. Kadhir has seen her many times before. She looked like a girl next door. He is speechless. But she has already started conversing with her eyes, instructing him not to panic but to relax. He abides by her command. She is busy attending the old lady and he quietly watches her do the nursing. They know each other just by their face. Otherwise they are total strangers. Still a mutual understanding helps them both move along without hard feelings as the train races towards its destination. Mid-night has jus passed. Kadhir is still standing on his legs with his back resting on the door. The old lady is fast asleep. The silent girl moves slowly around a table trying to give kadhir a hint to have his supper. Few pieces of bread a half filled bottle of water was all that the girl had to offer him. But kadhir wouldn’t budge from his place. He is glued to himself. She too doesn’t want to disturb his tranquility. She switches off the light near the old lady’s bed and reaches to the partition near the door side with her carpet. She gently spreads the carpet which nearly touched kadhir’s feet. Without showing any sign of sleepiness she hurriedly lies down in the carpet with her hands as head rest. Kadhir stood there watching her close her eyes. Few minutes later she slowly opens her eyes. In the gentlest possible way, without much physical movement pointing to the space between her feet and the door, she utters her first few words to kadhir, “Innum evlo neram than ippadiye nippa? Ippadi ukkandhuko” Saying this she goes back to rest. That was the most comfortable and soothing voice kadhir had ever heard in his lifetime. The surprise and softness of her voice was still swinging in his eyes, when he finally sits down near her foot admiring the sleeping beauty. It will dawn in few hours from now. Kadhir will abandon the train as it reaches its station. But I feel that kadhir’s journey; his search for life will begin there.

Lets Grow Together !

2006-09-12T15:00:00.000+05:30

It has been quite sometime and I haven blogged my mind down for a long time now.

What’s going on in my mind? The thought process is varied, wide or focused? Vague ideas, naughty notions, passionate dreams rule my mind now. This phase seems to be quite interesting making me think only what I want and barring other thoughts. Incidents and experiences are the real teachers for life. Time as we grow old teaches us many things. I’m learning everyday. Looks like Bala will turn Buddha one fine day? No says the world around me. We won’t let it happen. We need people around to survive, to grow, to learn. All these need mutual acquaintances around to make the process interesting. So I’m here to stay, to teach you, to learn from you, to make you grow as I grow along with you.

Top Cop - The ONE !

2006-09-02T11:57:00.000+05:30

Top cop, prolific writer, meditation junkie, doting mother - there are many sides to Kiran Bedi. Vatsala Kaul meets the woman behind the uniform June 1974, Bara Hindu Rao, Delhi: Seventeen women and children are trapped inside a haveli in the Walled City in Old Delhi. Rioters have set the building on fire. The only entry is up in flames. The IPS officer in charge asks the head constable to break open the gate; he balks. Then she moves in a way that is to become her trademark. Sitting under a hand pump, she drenches herself and smashes the gate open with a kick. The other policemen imitate her actions and soon everyone is safe. Kiran Bedi has been tested, literally, by fire and she has passed. She's 'madam' now. And soon, she is going to be addressed only as 'sir' - her gender forgotten, only the police officer in evidence.Now, three decades later, Dr Kiran Bedi, former Special Commissioner, Delhi Police, is uncharacteristically flustered. Her BlackBerry has gone kaput, taking with it her address book. "What is this tamasha?" exclaims the 56-year-old. "It is writing 'abcd' on its own!" She darts from one room to another, switching off the fans and lights as she goes, jabbing away at the unresponsive BlackBerry. Trophies and shields are displayed all over her Talkatora Road government bungalow in New Delhi. "Each is a memory, each symbolic of an internal victory," she says. There have been many accolades - including the Ramon Magsaysay Award, the UN's Serge Sotiroff Memorial Award for drug abuse prevention and two honorary doctorates, one from Guru Nanak University, and from the City University of New York's School of Law for prison reforms. There is also the current 1000-strong global list of women nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize of which 91 are Indian - one of them is Bedi.Bedi has been up since 6 am. She has meditated and worked out in her personal gym. It's a rainy morning and she is looking for a shaded spot in her garden where she wants to be photographed. While everything about her is crisp and clipped - the signature pathan salwar suit, the neatly buttoned-up jacket, the close-cropped auburn-tinted hair, and stolid black sandals - there's restlessness about her, like a chef dicing asparagus on a television show. But she laughs a lot, and her face softens in a trice when a car drives in with her daughter Saina - she calls her 'Guchchu'. "That's a cover picture, now that's really glamorous," says Bedi, the doting mom. Saina could well be the inspiration for Bedi endorsing jewellery from Nayaab Jewels, a Chennai-based company, who contacted her last year on the recommendation of her friend Leela Poonawala, while Bedi was posted in New York as the Civilian Police Adviser in the UN Department of Peacekeeping Operations. Its print campaign shows Bedi in uniform, a sparkle in the background.Bedi doesn't like to pose, but has never really been camera-shy, often courting the limelight. "She was always media savvy," says Gautam Kaul, member (full time) at the Public Grievance Cell in New Delhi, whom Bedi calls her mentor. Bedi trained under Kaul, then the SSP, North Delhi. "At 5 pm in West Delhi, she would be out in full uniform, pistol holster in place, leading a posse of 15 policemen, patrolling the main road, making roadside gamblers and bootleggers scurry into the shadows. It was like a movie, it looked great on camera."The quintessential pin-up police officer, Bedi's unconventional methods turned the existing approach towards crime and criminals on its head. But not everyone was thrilled at her lack of deference for those in power. While many magnified her into a hero, some labelled her an attention-grabber. "Kiran proved that crime control is officer-centric, but she paid a price for it, depriving herself of the pleasures of a family life," explains Kaul. Bedi has no regrets, though. "My family kept pitching in, coming in exactly when they were needed, because they knew this job is what I had grown for," she says. Husband Brij Bedi, a businessman based in Amritsar, agrees. "She was always on call. With her job it would be foolish to expect her to look after the home," he says.Bedi's most talked-about posting was as inspector general, Delhi Prisons. She turned Tihar Jail into a model for reform. It won her worldwide acclaim. Her seminal work on prison reform, It's Always Possible, was published in Italy, Indonesia and now also in America. Her other two books, As I See and What Went Wrong¿ and Continues, based on her experiences, continue to be quickly picked off the shelves and I Dare, her biography (released in 1996) was declared by India Today as the biography of the decade in the 1990s. But if one ran the 'bookshelf test' to graph Bedi's interests, it would be cleanly divided into spirituality, leadership, sport and human values. There's not one work of fiction, though as a young girl she liked Ayn Rand. "That's a stage of life... one can sometimes overstretch a stage." She shows off her collection of spiritual books - the Vedanta Treatise by Swami Parthasarthi, and her favourite, Pandit Rajmani Tigunait. Bedi harbours a dream of going into a spiritual retreat, "to be one with nature and the divine". But even she knows how far-fetched that sounds. Even when she retires from the police in 2009, even if she chooses to live at her farmhouse in Haryana and cycle to Damdama Lake 7 km away, she is likely to be found working away at one of the many causes close to her heart - surrounded by her books, laptop, spiritual music, mobile and newspaper of the day. And some prunes to eat when hungry.

passion of the earth !

2006-08-09T21:58:00.000+05:30

Everything on earth is deceiving. Nothing is real. There is no value called truth. It’s a very bad world out there. Then how will people who live by principles survive here? Is there any way out?
What was once a world of goodness and truth has now transformed into a warehouse of ingratitude and deception.
God, the omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent divine energy has ignored earth.
Is it so?
He no longer cares for this world of humans with only inhuman attitude.
Is it so?
God helps those who help themselves. We are emotionally, physically, economically, potentially dependent beings by all means. We can’t help ourselves. So don’t expect god.
Is it so?
See god in your mother’s love. See him in your father’s care. Feel him in your spouse’s faith.
Touch him as you caress your kid. Serve him by serving others. What does this mean? Godliness and divinity is all around, but it’s our role, which needs some conscious efforts to invoke his presence.
If this is way we need to lead life, then why is it people around are yearning for wealth and pleasures. No care for the fellow being. Always looking for a chance to cheat and hate. Where is mankind heading?
Man has become selfish, absolutely egoistic and lazy. All vibrations and energy around us has turned negative. Still we do find time to laugh. We smile, we shed tears, and we go places jus to see them. Still there are people who make us feel proud. We still adore and admire people for what they were, what they are and what they will be. And all these small elements in life help us sustain the hope of living a life worth its creation. At times life looks too beautiful and at times it looks most shabby.
Understanding the nuances of life is but a task impossible. But then how do we go about living? Learn life as it grows? Who are teachers here? I know there aren’t any preachers around.
It’s you. Only you. No one can make you grow. Growing is living. Growth is life. Learning from mistakes, obliging, forgiving, thanking, smiling, and greeting. They make life look good.

But what if I oblige and my neighbor doesn’t care for it?

What if I forgive but my foe isn’t guilty?

What if I thank and the person near fails to acknowledge?

What if I smile and you my DEAR frown at me?

If my world moves this way will I ever have the heart to greet someone? This makes me feel that the world is deceptive. Goodness is just an illusion. This brings me again to my first point. But I can’t let these deceptions spoil the goodness and richness in me. I’m passionate about my life. I’m strong. I’m capable of learning from mistakes. I will learn to kill my ego. I will learn to thank, smile and greet. I will live life the way I want and the way divinity commands. Complaint will always remain unattended as long as it is complained. Actions speak louder than words. But when actions can harm and words can soothe, even proverbs fail and humanity wins. So winning is with us. Just that we need that extra tact to handle life. Let us be tactful turning our weaknesses into strength. Lets live the way that makes us feel good and NICE. The earth will always be one piece of god’s creation and man will always be part of this small piece till the computers can calculate date.
My earth is beautiful! Love you!

I found the reason

2006-08-04T12:18:00.001+05:30

It’s the season of Friendship. August is the month for friends. All our inboxes are overflowing with forwards glorifying friendship. Friendship Bands have been on whooping sales. Special offers everywhere. Be it garments or gift shop, friends are flocking together everywhere. Thanks to the new trend in IT industry, all beach resorts too are full on weekends. And all this attention for what? Yes it’s for FRIENDSHIP DAY!

And here comes the famous argument “Do we need a dedicated day called Friendship day?”
Why not? All mothers love their kids. But have you seen the spark; that extra happiness sprinkled all around her face on your birthday? Does that mean she loves you more on your birthday? Not at all. Our age and lifestyle demands that we spend most of our time either with ourselves or with our friends. In due course we forget that there are people around who require our attention, care and concern. Slowly we learnt their yearning for us and decided to dedicate special days as Mother’s day, Father’s day, etc. And one fine day it struck to us that “Don’t we need a special day for our friend’s who made us forget all our other dear and nears?” And thus evolved the concept of Friendship day!

Note: All reasons stated in the above blog are true (only) to my knowledge.

Rain in Brain cos of Train !

2006-07-15T11:17:00.000+05:30

LnT INFOTECH
Friday 14 July 2006, 7:28 Pm,

Started early from office, still I don’t have mind to leave the campus. I keep dragging my exit by roaming around cubicles and meeting people .Finally I started off around 7:30, dropped a friend at Guindy subway and moved ahead towards home. Traffic was like hell and so I took the route less traveled by, the road behind Guindy railway station.

Guindy railway station
Friday 14 July 2006, 7:48 Pm,

My bike and a train are running parallel, of course my bike on the road and the train on tracks. Every time I use this way, I think of stopping for a while and spending some time watching the trains pass by.

I love Trains. I love watching them pass by. I love to hear them. In fact Doppler Effect which is often explained with the sound of a distant train approaching us and then slowly the sound fading away once it passes us, is my favorite or the only science theory I like!

But people will brand me Insane if I stop my bike here now for this crazy purpose. But still unable to resist my interest I slowed down my bike. Someone is calling me in my mobile. I seldom attend calls or do the SMS stuff when I’m on the move. But today I was tempted to stop by the road to attend the call (it served the dual purpose of attending the call and gave me the time I require to see my favorite sight). The call was from a friend and the conversation was over in ten minutes. My mind heart and eyes were focused towards the world beyond the 5 foot wall, the Railway station.

Two Express trains passed and two Electric trains passed. I enjoyed watching and listening to them. I don’t know what makes me so excited about these trains, but I know I love and enjoy them! What a pleasant time it was watching these trains pass by from the other end of the road! To make it more pleasant, there comes my DEAR rain! Sudden outburst of emotional tears, this is how I will describe yesterday’s showers. Deserted road, silent night, the sky is crying and I stand near my bike without shelter, what else do I need to pen down a poem. But I’m not a poet so thought will jus key in this blog!

Few thoughts were running through my mind at this point. The thought process was as steady as the rain and the train! We are gifted with many blessings when compared with others. Still we yearn for more. Every time we wish for something, we think that, if only this happens I will be the happiest person on earth! And when the wish or dream actually comes true, are we still with the same mental set up? No, our heart is ready with its next wish. When u watch a train coming out a tunnel, u can’t guess which one will be the last compartment until it actually comes out of the tunnel. Similarly we never know which one will be our wish which will make us content! Though a weird comparison I felt it holds good!
I don’t know if u people can think this way, I was happy making such relations with train rain and brain! (Rhyming Na?).

Few movie scenes flashed through my eyes, I started drafting a chase sequence along the road and the tracks for my dream movie (don’t worry I’m not the hero in the movie, I direct it). I placed myself in one of the platforms there as though I’m waiting for someone coming in one of those trains, and then a popular scene of me sitting with friends on the wall along the railway track (kutti suvaru) also ran through my mind. I slowly started realizing that rain was stopping; the trains were moving and me still in dreamland (road corner drenched in rain). Unlike other days, I rode my bike slowly and steadily to keep the mood safe. It has been safe till now, and will remain safe forever here!

LnT INFOTECH
Saturday 15 July 2006, 11:08 Am

Love at first sight !

2006-07-05T10:46:00.001+05:30

Jus gone thru 3 pages and im already exhausted..This is wat happens whenever i take a book..be it a novel, fiction, biography, or EVEN a text book !

Im bad, really bad in reading.. Boredom struck me so hard dat one fine day i ran out of all leisure activities dat used to entertain me..Eating, sleeping and Dreamin had

become my routine dat time..Dat day i sat with a mystery novel by "ALFRED HITCHCOCK"..a very small book..hardly 150 pages..As i was reading thru it my spine went

straight ! So much suspense ! After sometime i started feeling sleepy n dats it..thr ends the story. I had covered jus 25-30 pages..this is my interest towards books...never

touched the book again..

But my intuition always used to warn me.. see one fine day u ll turn a voracious reader !

Impossible was the reply i had for my sixth sense.. Still my intuition was strong enough to convince me dat i ll indeed become a voracious reader..

Being a person who respects n acts by his instincts..i accepted the views of my sixth sense !

For a guy who runs at the sight of a book, to turn into a redaer who loves reading..this is no simple task.. For this to happen, the first book i will read has to be AWE INSPIRING !

But where when and how will i identify such a book ! A book dat is inspiring, somethin which will kindle my spirit for reading, an instrument which will pull me into reading habit !

Dan Brown's Da vinci Code ! the best seller of all ages..the book which broke many records n created controversies ! Even this din help me out ! first 12 chapters and i threw the book.. but then my intuition grew so strong dat i started looking out for dat "good book" which will do the magic..

One special person tells me.."How can u be my Kinda person when u r not reading books !!!" Where do i keep my face now ! She was a voracious reader..i say "she was" because she doesn find time for them now..still she manages time for books !

My intuition knocking my doors..my heart urging me to impress (not a false impression) my special one as i had promised her..

ALL ROADS LEAD TO "BOOKS"

But im yet to find my KINDA book..

One fine sunday evening after a busy day, a relaxed meeting with my close friend.. most unexpectedly we start talking about books and he shows me his latest collection of books.. And he tempts me by saying dat he got a book and he has been thinking about me ever since he bought it... He also adds up sayin dat i ll take away the book if he shows it to me ..Suspense n suprise about a book ! someone says this books is jus for me and hides it from me ! I can create Suspense environment around me but seldom can bear when its woven around me.. Finally like Rajni introduction scene, my friend takes out the book.. " LOVE at First Sight " this happened to me not jus wit dat girl, but also with this book. The Title of the book itself impressed me.. Sunday night 1 hr and and monday night 2 hrs, the book is over.. I cant believe i completed a 300 page book in 3 hrs !

Im pleased with myself, im satisfied dat my intuitive powers ve predicted the rite happenning..Yes im inclined towards books now..not all dat is available, but the ones im searchin for..the ones which match my taste..the ones which make me ADMIRE and the ones which will interest me to go for the next one !

The book which i jus read might not interest u as it did me..tastes differ from person to person u see..But i felt i ll share it with u all as this is the first book i ve ever read fully right from the title in its cover page to the reviews in its back cover !

And i kno its injustice if i don mention the name of the book even after so much boasting !

Manual of the WARRIOR OF LIGHT by Paulo Coelho..so long i was talkin about this one.. ;->

Its Special to be Special n ve Someone Special !

2006-07-01T19:56:00.000+05:30

Pls Don try answering these questions !

Why is dat somone is special to us than others ?
Why is dat we admire n adore someone more than anything else ?
Why is dat we dream n dream about a dream to dream more about a dream with dat special one ?
Why is dat we wait for someone Special but hate waiting for others ?
Why is dat we are happy doin favors for dat specail one but look for excuses when it comes to helping others ?
Why do we like talking to those special people even when we are down with no energy ?
Why do we like talking about them ?
Why Aren we able to look into their eyes but always yearn dat they stay in our eyesight forever ?
Why do we stumble for words while talking with them ?
Why do we don like ending a conversatiion with the special one even when we run out of words ?
Why aren we able to say NO to those special ones for anything ?
Why is dat we aren able to say "U were wrong" to them even when they were wrong ?
Why is dat we get Excited with jus the thought of somone special ?
Why is dat we aren able to control our temper when somone says bad about our special somone ?
Why is dat we laugh n Cry to ourselves for dat somone special ?
Why do we feel lucky having them with us ?
Why...? still many more questions..

pls don answer me.. Im not in search of answers..

All i wanted to convey was.."Jus enjoy these Crazy Feelings"

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Welcome the Change

2006-06-26T14:42:00.000+05:30

Change is the only thing dat doesn change !
At times when ppl give overwhelming responses and applauses to some dialogues in movies..i do think why is it so ?
Its because they ve encountered such a situation in life but were unable to respond or deliver the way our matinee star did in the movie.
So movies aren totally false..except for exaggerations here n thr.. After all we r looking for change man !
Go to Central railway station anytime of the year, travel in Electric train anytime of the day, visit a cineplex on a weekend, im not suggesting ways to freak out but to feel wat population explosion is..im sorry i din mention Ranganathan street during festival times, cos its reserved for someother xperience..HELL ON EARTH !
To understand People, ask help to ur relatives, catch an auto to reach a place where u usually go by public transport or ur own private vehicle(auto drivers and their charging mechanisms will teach u many lessons), go to a crowded store where Customer service holds no sense any longer.. Chk if this was human behaviour 5 yrs back..Do u feel the change ?
why am i saying all this.. i jus felt dat the world is constantly changing by all means.. The textures and fixtures..the colours and valours..the thinking and inking..everything is changing..but wat has been ignored is the Human value in them.. the value of words, the Warmth of a touch and the hospitality behind the gentle smile..ve we lost them?
The answer is a YES and a NO !
Confusin isn it ? ( Im always one big CONFUSION ! {even to myself})
I say yes because its a fact we r ignoring them in our so called fight for survival and i say no because we still xperience these pleasures if not always, atleast at times..
So let me come to the final word.. The Fast changing world demands selfish motives for survival..but life loses its charm when u dedicate ur life only for it.Lets not Worry about the lost charm.. but live such a way dat we enhance the rest of of life wit energy that soothes and lifestyle dat suits !

Change wit change;
behave strange;
keep ur range;
don estrange;
but try exchange
for a better change !

WHO AM I

2006-06-22T00:24:00.000+05:30

WHO AM I?

Angry Gentleman!

Does that sound like an oxymoron?

May be. But can an angry man ever be gentle?

Why not! If a gentleman can get angry why not accept an angry Gentleman!

And full marks to Angry Young Gentlemen, without them Abdul Kalam's Vision 2020 will remain a dream forever!

Well let me try defining a gentleman/angry man/ and an angry gentleman!

A gentleman is gentle. He always wants people address him as gentle and he will always act gentle and never react. But the time he started acting gentle, he loses his identity and individuality.

I’m not a gentleman. I don’t want to be one too!

Angry man. He is full of vigor, his name means fire! He never acts but always reacts.
He can’t face rejection. He can’t take excuses. He can’t bear pain. He is reflexive. Beware! He might harm you by words and action. He is true only to himself. He is not a bad guy, but we brand him bad. Poor fellow actually becomes bad in his run to prove his stand to us that he isn’t bad.

Am I an angry man? No I don think so. Sometimes I may look like one if not to you at least to someone somewhere. If so, I need to break that image. If not with the person who says that I’m a angry man, but to myself.

Angry young gentleman! He is my man. Your man. The complete man. He is young. He is full of strength, energy and power. He doesn’t act still he is gentle. His temper may be bad but he doesn’t react. No he is not numb. But then who is he? He is the only who GENTLY REACTS WITHOUT ACTING.

He is not swami vivekanada’s re-incarnation. But the modern KARNA who is generous, brave and benevolent. His survival is tough in this big bad world. Yet his youth and anger will keep him moving. His gentleness will win him friends.

Am I the Angry young Gentleman?

I wont say yes. But I’m grooming myself to be one.

The woods are lovely dark and deep,
I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.

Live this way when it comes to the self.

Heel the world.
Make a better place.
For you and for me and for the entire human race.

Live this way for the people around.

This is a simple (in words) yet an effective (when put in action) suggestion from this upcoming ANGRY YOUNG GENTLEMAN :->

Honey ! I drove the Rain :(

2006-06-06T21:23:00.000+05:30

A splendid evening full of laughter jus got over and im on my bike back home.. It started raining wit the same whirlpool kinda effect again.. and the first thing which struck my mind was.. “oye its time for my next blog”..but wait.. y din anyone jus tell me dat Mr.rain actually knows to read.. Otherwise y did the rain stop jus wen I thot of composing my next blog !! ????????… L

Saturday the 3rd of June

2006-06-04T04:03:00.000+05:30

Goofy says

The mobile is ringing beneath my pillow. All I know is that it is early morning and Saturday. I have no idea of who is calling still I attend the call. “ Its an ABEND and you got to be at office ASAP” this is what I heard and the person at the other end asks me the time I will reach office. I’m not able to open my eyes even to check the time. And here comes mom to my help. I can hear her prompting the time “its 6:40”. I know I can’t make it, still I say that I will be there at office at 7:30 sharp. Gathering all my strength I somehow managed to get up and push myself to brushing zone and there I am ready to start at 7:30. Many a times I have seen Dad getting calls like this in the early hours and then he rushes to office. His profession was that way. But do I really need to do this being in the so-called “IT INDUSTRY”??? This was what I was thinking while I rode my way to office. The ABEND fixing this time was indeed a good learning experience but at the cost of my precious Saturday morning nap. Oh my god I had my tea at around 7 am but its already 10 and I have no hopes of having my breakfast today. Times keeps running and so is my bio-clock. Its 11:30 and still tummy is empty. Reading my sad situation as Bad luck, one of my smart and kindhearted friend consoles me saying “ another half an hour and its lunch time man!” good friend Na? Finally the ABEND is fixed and I start back home. I know I’m riding faster than usual, but what to do I’m hungry for food and the lost sleep. Lunch has never been so special except for Non-veg. But today the usual Sambhar sadham and curd rice with potato chips makes feel like heaven! Pasi koduma!
Immediately after lunch I snuggle into my bed. Sleeping beauty!

A bright evening starts with me going to the shower for the first time for the day followed by a visit to Mr. God’s place. Poor god unable to help me with my problems became dull. Its Saturday evening, the right time to spend to quality time with my friend. Then nice dinner at one of my family friend’s house (mom went there when I was sleeping in the afternoon). Its 9:30 PM and I start my bike along with mom. Usually when mom is at my back seat I ride slowly (nalla pullanu per vangathan). As I started the bike I could feel a sudden change in weather. Cool breeze and traces of raindrops here and there. So “its gonna be a nice ride” this is what I thought. But I never knew that a small adventure was in stock for me. I would have covered hardly a km on road when the gentle breeze started to show its fiery face. I have seen this only in movies. Whirlpool style wind, the sweet little leaves and kuppai’s of chennai city flying from one side of the road to the other. The wind got stronger and stronger and I found it extremely hard to keep my vehicle under my control. To add up to my woe there comes Mr. Rain. The wind and the rain together were so strong that I could hardly see anything on road. Have you ever experienced a hundred needles pricking Ur face and body? I felt it today. The wind and rain were so strong that when I was riding over the flyover, my mom got tensed seeing one of the Ad boards falling over the bridge. She asked to stop somewhere. Where do I stop? Road a kannukku theriyala! Then finally managed to stop in a nearby petrol station. Rain seemed to slow down and we started our journey again. But again it started, this time showing its very angry face. We thought of stopping again, but both of us felt that this will worsen but will not stop. So we continued. From now on till we reached home I had good exercise for my mind. I was thinking of writing this blog, praying that my bike shouldn’t stop in rain as I saw quite few two-wheelers out of order due to the rains. My concentration was on the road too as it was very slippery. I had to bear with the needle pricking effect of rain too (it was indeed very painful). At one point, the situation worsened so bad that I asked my mom to close her eyes. As it comes in movies I saw bikes, which came along skidding one after the other, thanks to the rain-wind combination. Very adventurous ride it though a dangerous one too. Dunno why I never felt like stopping in the middle. Even my mom din insist on that. The lonely, shade less, dark by-pass road we took for the travel may be the reason too. On reaching home my mom said “though it was very different experience today, please don’t attempt it again”.
But I’m sure I won her confidence today that I’m a better driver. Now the time is 3:30 am. Its Sunday morning, the first Sunday of June. I tried hard sleeping but in vain. Finally landed up typing this blog. If you had patiently read the entire blog, I salute you. Cos I know it nothing but junk out here. Still I never feel like writing blogs unless when I go too crazy as I am today. Until I turn “too” crazy again, its good ye from me. I stressed on the word TOO cos im always crazy and only at times go “too” crazy :->

Note: I haven given spell check, grammar check or at least read thru once. So kindly ignore all errors if any !

sunday bugggggggggggsssssss

2006-05-21T14:43:00.000+05:30

Seems working on sundays produces gnani's ;-))

here are my second set of thoughts / advices / tutorials for life !!!

take life as it comes; always be good and do good for those who ve directly or indirectly done or been good to u..this will give a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction to the way u live ur life..u can never forget or forgive ur enemies.. if someone says he has forgiven or forgotten his enemy dat means he is lying or the person who he is actually talking about is actually good !!be wat u r..never change for others..

there are many more lessons dat life has thot me.. there is a tamil song lyric.." nooru kanuvugal kandale..aaru kanuvugal palikadho"
out of 100 dreams wont atlest 6 come true..definitely it will come true...i strongly believe in this.. it does happen !!!!
set targets and work towards it..thou u may not be succesful in reaching the statistical target..ur work will never go waste..ur ultimate mission for which u set a target and work towards will surely be urs !!!!
these are some of the truths i realised via my experiments wit life..

the reader should be an epitome of patience if he/she enjoued reading this.. else..he/she needs to look into life SERIOUSLY ;-)))))))))

dump

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

At last i ve found one good HI-FI dumping ground for my thoughts..

wat happens happens for a reason..

u can never forget or forgive ur enemies..they always be thr !!

this is enough to start my blog.. :-))