A lesson tough enough

November 30 2011

1. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
2. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
3. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
4. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
5. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
6. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
7. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
8. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
9. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
10. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
11. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
12. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
13. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
14. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
15. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
16. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
17. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
18. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
19. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
20. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
21. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
22. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
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25. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
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27. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
28. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
29. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
30. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
31. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
32. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
33. Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.

I thought it would be the best way to learn this lesson.

Picture Of The Month

November 29 2011

Someone accompanying me!

November 28 2011

Straying once again

In the fields,all alone.

Suddenly I saw

Someone accompanying me.

A distinct individual

With a soul as pure

As the morning breeze .

Following me

Through the passage

And through the rivers

Through the ups and the downs

Through the lows and the highs

Still unshakable by the tides of time.

Escorting me,

Pampering me,

Advicing me,

Yelling at me,

Loving me,

Caring for me,

Hurting me, 

Consoling me.

Sometimes I wonder

If I am really alone

Or being followed

Everytime,everywhere

By the someone called 'Thoughts'.

To give me company

Quietly but evidently.

Today, tomorrow and maybe forever

Like an old friend

Like a mentor

Like a wellwisher.

Like a lonely island

In the Sea of Life.

Oh Its Sunday!

November 27 2011

12:00 - It is too early to get up...Today's a Sunday!

13:00 - Oh, I just realised I am not on a hunger strike, I should get up to EAT!

13:15 - Poori comes to rescue!

13:30 - Oh, I should sleep again. Sunday comes only once in a week :(

13:30 - This kind of a phone call

13:45 - Oh its a wrong no

14:00 - Oh damn...why can't I sleep now?

14:30 - Lost in dreams again.

14:45 - Solving the mystery 'why the hell milk rate is increased'

15:00 - You're still sleeping, Get up and get ready fast.

15:01 - Ummmmm, Let me sleep

16:00 - Everyone asleep.

17:05 - Pushed out of bed, Sheets thrown aside.

17:15 - Rushed to take a quick bath.

17:30 - There is nothing better than a shower on a hot, lazy, Sunday afternoon.

17:40 - Its a myth that boys take hours to get up and bath, it took me just a few minutes, And I am ready for the show!

17:45 - Off we go for the most exciting sport of all times - Shoping! :D

18:00 - Reached.

18:02 - Do I really need this coolers, Oh yes I do...Oh no, I don't. It is
such a tough decision...God, help me.

18:05 - It is not too expensive, so I definitely need it. End of Discussion.

18:30 - Shirt Blue, Black,Green.Thats all.

18:50 - Oh Still there are a lot of shops left that I have to check out, and I am hungry already. Lets just have some Chat first and then continue with our mission.

19:00 - Make it spicy...We like it that way!

19:15 - Lets check out the place across the street...I just realised I need a glass of vodka.

20:00 - Tasmac! Oh this place is great! I'll take two. Afterall, we don't know when would we come here again.

20:15 - I guess we're done for today. Lets just go home now.

20:20 - Hey did you see that shoe on the store...Lets go in and have a quick look.

20:30 - I never thought I would end up buying 2 shoes in just 10 minutes. We're coming back next weekend for sure!

20:35 - Lets search for a decent place to have some food.

20:38 - Oh I know a place that serves amazing karaikudi dishes nearby...We're going there.

20:45 - Hmmm...the service is fast...And the food is yummmm.

21:00 - Here comes the bill.

21:01 - Anyone for dessert? There is a famous ice-cream parlour that is 5 mins walk from here.

21:10 - I've been here..this place is just too good for words...Try for yourself and for once, forget about the calories;)

21:30 - Lets go home...Tommorow is Monday.Sob Sob :'(

Its is going to hurt little bit :-(

November 26 2011

Null.

Non existant.

Nothing at all.

Unknown,Indefinite.

Who could better understand the meaning of those words than him? 'No' one actually. Even then he tried explaining it to someone he considered really close. Anxiety overtook him. Every other emotion inside him was on the verge of end. He knew it and really hated to accept it. But that was what the truth was.

To him, Null seemed like his mirror image. He thought it was the only perfect word which could describe him in every way. In real sense...he was Null and Null was him.

Every day, he thought the next time would hurt less. He would then be 'used to' the wounds and hence the effect and pain they cause would eventually diminish. Slowly, the agony would vanish and the ache would disappear from his wounds, he believed.

But that never happened. The abrasions never halted. And each new injury added to his soreness. The wounds were of a similar kind, and the notion that he had failed to understand how to deal with them left  broken from inside. Failure after failure, and he could do nothing but to learn to accept them. By now, people thought(and he thought) that he should have learnt to accept them wholeheartedly and maybe with a smile.

Day after day, he used to gather hid busted pieces and put them together, to prepare himself for the next injury. Her healing touch made him feel better every time and gave him hope and the will to live. But now, he felt the hope was fading away fast.

Bitter thoughts accompanied him the whole day. Now he thought he was the source of all the turmoil in lives of people close to him. They were sad because he was sad. Yet he couldn't help.

There was no happy ending...still he is suffering and I cant think of any conclusion to his agonies.

Don't shed tears!

November 25 2011

Circumstances change, people change and you change.But ,what if you start missing terribly,the 'old' you and the set of people that made you what you were, sometime back?

Someday,you get up and realise that those people who constructed your past, are now, just a small part of your present. Suddenly, you realise that everyone around you right now, are the people who are constructing your present. And you hate them all? They don't value you and maybe that's why even you don't value them.

Another set of people,are those who were a part of your past, and are much more a part of your present. But, they have changed more than you could ever imagine. They are the same people and you love them like earlier, but there is something different now. And that something,you are unable to understand. You are unable to figure it out after days of brainstorming. At the end, you are helpless and accept them the way they are now, for the fear of letting them go takes over. You are helpless and hurt, and more than confused, You can't figure out what went wrong... And the confusion continues till you move ahead in life, leaving such people behind. For now,you seem to be alone. Life is not exactly what you had imagined it to be. People change faster than climate changes now a days.

Prabhu, stop expecting from people around you. And face the reality they are showing you every now and then, You don't matter to them. For God's sake, stop believing that you do. It is not the way it used to be, no one is there to listen. Don't shed tears, they are hardly noticed.

My so called Life!

 November 24 2011

My life officially sucks, at the moment. I am sad. A bit too sad. I was let down by someone very close to me. Things are not fine,even at the work front. And, I realized that someone was lying to me big time. Nothing cheers me up. It is just one gloomy day after another.I live alone.

Suddenly, all the friends seem to have vanished. Everyone is busy getting married or having kids or relocating down south. There were times when I used to think that coming back to Tirupur would be the best thing that could ever happen to me. But, sad to say, that I was wrong. Really wrong. I 've a big problem, with everything and everyone around me. I don't usually talk nicely to people now a days. I am cranky all the time. Just like a volcano waiting to erupt. Filled up to the brim and waiting to let lose.

I am paying a huge rent, for this just okay,kind of apartment. The neighbors are a pain in the ass. I want to hunt another apartment, but have no time for that.

Forget about the nights, my days are turning dark. Shopping provides no solace. It is just the visa bills that are getting bigger. Bigger, is not better. Vodka's are a temporary remedy. Friends - they come and go.There is just one thing that still makes me feel better - Sleep. The only remedy. But as soon as I wake up from one of the dreams, reality bites me hard in the face. As everyone says, Reality continues to ruin my life.

With all that, and much more pain inside me, I have to attend two weddings, of people closest to me, and put a brave front by smiling all through. Sometimes, my own sadness overshadows the fact that I am really happy for other people. And then guilt takes over. I haven't even started shopping for the weddings, like my old self. I just don't feel like it.

I am still trying to adjust in a (relatively) small company environment although it has been half a month I since I joined. Everyday, the itch to switch, is getting worse. But again, I just don't have enough time or energy to do something about it. In a place as unsafe as Pollachi, I return home after 9 p.m., every single day and that too,to an empty apartment which haunts me like anything. I am working 12 hours a day,with my assistants and demanding clients, in a crappy project that wouldn't end for another 2 months.

P.S: In case you are thinking of calling me after reading this, DON'T MAKE THAT CALL. JUST DON'T. Sympathies or Pravachans are not welcome anymore. Comments are okay, as they might make me feel better.

Heart paths

November 23 2011

I want to write about mysteries.

I want to write about the forces I perceive in the universe.

I have always felt I had a destiny.

Now I wonder if I am to be a prophet.

I have only loved and it's not a sin!

November 22 2011

Lost and broken, I was.

On that horrible and suffocating night,

I had decided to end up all my aches and worthless fight.

Sinking in tears, wishing to die.

Craving for a shoulder and a hug to feel home and cry. 

 I had met her before but I didn't know,

I had already sown seeds of love in her heart to grow.

She did care but I didn't notice.

While talking to her, I actually found peace.

Tears stopped and slowly the pain was going.

I fell asleep with neither bitterness nor cursing.

Next morning, I was in solace.

No more tears, no more aches.

We both were giggling and smiling like two little kids.

No one was being fake or hypocrite.

Innocence and love started growing more,

Neither of our hearts were sore.

she was knowing that I was falling for her.

I wasn't scared anymore to say, "I love you Reks"

Keeping my feelings only to me.

Denied everything that she wanted me to see.

At the end, I lost and love won.

Despite the distance, she feels that I am the only one.

she is a princess and I am one among st the ordinary guys,

she is so perfect that every pretty face twirls.

I have only loved and it's not a sin.

Give me all your sufferings

November 21 2011

Money 

It can buy a house But not a home 

It can buy a clock But not time 

It can buy you a position But not respect 

It can buy you a bed But not sleep 

It can buy you a book But not knowledge 

It can buy you medicine But not health 

It can buy you blood But not life

So you see money isn't everything And it often causes pain and suffering. I tell you this because I am your friend And as your friend I want to Take away your pain and suffering!! 

So Send me all your money 

And I will suffer for you!

Credit Cards and Debit Cards will not be Accepted!! 

only CASH please.

WHY A STUDENT FAILS ?

November 20 2011

It's not the fault of the student if he/she fails, because the year has ONLY 365' days.

Typical academic year for a student.

Sundays-52,Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest.

Days left 313.

Summer holidays-50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study.

Days left 263.

8 hours daily sleep-means 130 days.

Days left 141.

1 hour for daily playing-(good for health) means 15 days.

Days left 126.

2 hours daily for food & other delicacies(chew properly & eat)-means 30days.

Days left 96.

1 hour for talking (man is a social animal)-means 15 days !

Days left 81.

Exam days per year atleast 35 days.

Days left 46.

Quarterly, Half yearly and festival (holidays)-40 days.

Balance 6 days.

For sickness atleast 3 days.

Remaining days 3.

Movies and functions atleast 2 days.

1 day left.

That 1 day is your birthday. "How can you study at that day?"

Balance days 0

"How can a student PASS???

Me, My Team & My Clients

November 19 2011

1) My Clients are a Person who thinks nine women can deliver a baby in One month.

2)  I am a Person who thinks it will take 18 months to deliver a Baby.

3) My Distributor is one who thinks single woman can deliver nine babies in one month.

4) My Assistance  are the one who doesn't know why he wants a baby.

5) My Marketing Manager is a person who thinks he can deliver  a baby even if no man and woman are available.

And lastly……………..

6) My Auditor is the person who is never happy with the  PROCESS to produce a baby.

Gaptun Arivu!

November 18 2011

33 Ways To Prove You Are INDIAN

November 17 2011

1. Everything you eat is savored in garlic, onion and tomatoes.

2. You try and reuse gift wrappers, gift boxes, and of course aluminium foil.

3. You are Always standing next to the two largest size suitcases at the Airport.

4. You arrive one or two hours late to a party - and think it's normal.

5. You peel the stamps off letters that the Postal Service missed to stamp.

6. You recycle Wedding Gifts, Birthday Gifts and Anniversary Gifts.

7. You name your children! in rhythms (example, Sita & Gita, Ram & Shyam, Kamini & Shamini.)

8. All your children have pet names, which sound nowhere close to their real names.

9. You take Indian snacks anywhere it says 'No Food Allowed' ..

10. You talk for an hour at the front door when leaving someone's house.

11. You load up the family car with as many people as possible.

12. You use plastic to cover anything new in your house whether it's the remote control, VCR, carpet or new couch.

13. Your parents tell you not to care what your friends think, but they won't let you do certain things because of what the other 'Uncles and Aunties' will think..

14. You buy and display crockery, which is never used, as it is for special occasions,which never happen.

15. You have a vinyl tablecloth on your kitchen table.

16. You use grocery bags to hold garbage.

17. You keep leftover food in your fridge in as many numbers of bowls as possible.

18. Your kitchen shelf is full of jars, varieties of bowls and plastic utensils (got free with purchase of other stuff )

19. You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (and travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes).

20. You own a rice cooker or a pressure cooker.

21. You fight over who pays the dinner bill.

22. You live with your parents and you are 40 years old. (And they prefer it that way).

23. You never learn how to stand in a queue.

24. You can only travel if there are 5 persons at least to see you off or receive you whether you are traveling by bus, train or plane.

25. If she is NOT your daughter, you always take interest in knowing whose daughter has run with whose son and feel proud to spread it at the velocity of more than the speed of light.

26. Your wedding gifts are mostly in cash with a one rupee coin added to the note in a cover.

27. If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.

28. You call an older person you never met before Uncle orAunty.

29. When your parents meet strangers and talk for a few minutes,you discover you're talking to a distant cousin.

30. Your parents don't realize phone connections ! to foreign countries have improved in the last two decades, and still scream at the top of their lungs when making foreign calls.

31. You have bed sheets on your sofas so as to keep them from getting dirty.

32. It's embarrassing if your wedding has less than 600 people.

33.. You have drinking glasses made of steel.

Lost like...

November 16 2011

I just lost all the photographs that I had captured on my Blackberry till date photographs. All of them Lost People, Places, Occasions, Scenes, Memories, Moments, All lost.

I just had one back-up, in my head. I should have kept another physical back-up?! Should have! Could have! Would have! Bah haaa.

This post is in honor of all those lost photographs that will never be seen again. Hence, the no photo blog post. For the very first f***ing time - no photos on my blog post. Sadness!. There were so many of them that I wanted to put up over here. I was even thinking of making a Facebook album. What do I make an album with now.

I recently discovered that I have a flair with capturing meaningful moments. I loved my photos.

I didn't use to make people pose and do a smile please.

I didn't use to fiddle with the camera settings to get cool effects.

I didn't use to take a photo with the intention of taking it, the moment would just come and I would click the damn photograph. I like taking photos. And I like looking at them.

What do I look at now?.

All those photographs.

I just realized. This very moment.

My photographs are like poetry.

They might mean something to me. On the flip-side, you might perceive them differently.

Each of them Most of them had some deep meaning.

Now all meaning, lost.

Lost like the tears I shed when she was gone

Lost like when I looked at Her, lost his frown.

Lost like the evening Sun loses to the Moon

Lost like I wish I could lose this grief soon.

It's not like I have lost people. Or even physical possessions.

I lost digital photographs.

Still. Loss is loss.

Lesson learnt :

Don't delay things. If you think you should do something then just do it man. Don't wait for next fucking month.

Back-up for f***'s sake.

PS - Pray to your respective Gods that the photographs come back miraculously or the phone guy miraculously returns them somehow. Some-f***ing-how.

PPS - Saw what I did with the title of the post? Huh huh huh?

No Country for Old Men - No Photo for Blog Man, i.e. clever wordplay.

I'm too smart for my own good.

Where I was?

November 15 2011

Buried in clients office which work weighed more than me, not caring about what the hell was happening around in the world,

Not caring if Kanimozhi will get bail, 

Not caring if Poonam Pandey would finally strip on her rumored visit to bigg boss house, 

Not caring if Terror 'aaooo' Romeo still existed, 

Not caring if I was losing followers just because I didn't blog anymore, 

Not caring to the texts that were being forwarded that said I was dead, 

Not caring if Facebook banned me due to no usage.

Oh wait Facebook doesn't do that. It doesn't even delete your account when you ask it to. It always give you an option to reactivate. Hence, sentenced to life. 

Umm where was I ?

So lost in going home, striving to make a future for myself ,I didn't bath for 2 days.

Technically 1day 2 hours 24minutes. 

Happy Children's Day

November 14 2011

Can you see this kid. His name is Rajiv (Name Changed). He is 5 years old. He loves to go to school too. But he has never gone to school in his life. Reason~ Poverty. His parents find it difficult to meet both ends meet and many a days, he does not even have one meal per day, the whole family has been content by drinking just water on many occasions. He says that he wants to become a Pilot and fly air-planes. One might laugh at him when he says those words. But he says those words with such confidence. There are thousands of Rajiv's in the country and all of them have dreams. As of now, their dreams appear to be unrealistic. But you and I can make their dreams come true.

Help A Child of India is an NGO that caters to the needs of Children living in poverty. It just takes Rs500/- per month to sponsor one child's education. You and I who have got all the privileges, can extend our helping hands to the under-privileged. If you think, that you can make a difference in the lives of Children like Rajiv, just click the above picture and start sponsoring.

Let us put a smile on the faces of those in need.

I would suggest you not to read this if you expect something meaningful.

November 13 2011

Just like the title this post makes no sense. 

No even to me. Just like my brain, it is a cluster fuck of all the thoughts that are spiraling my brain right now. 

And though it surprises me every time, I yet again write just to clear off my mind, because somehow magically whatever once written by me gets automatically deleted almost permanently from my brain. So end line : Reading/commenting is upon personal discretion. 

  

Things in my head dont make sense. Its like all train of thoughts clashing at the same intersection with me standing in the exact center. 

Procrastination at its peak. I usually ponder over the fact how I have been an idol ‘Procrastinator’ all my life but never knowing until recently what it was called. I usually heard people say this word, and all I could think of was ‘Show off people’ and nod like I very well knew what the whole discussion was about. 

Have you ever felt really stupid about your self, only stupid being an absolute understatement? Like every important decision, decisions that could change your life are wrong. Like a sudden psychic feeling that everything you opted for is going to end up as a regret. I have Or better, the phase is still on.

You speak cool, you write, people talk to you and you feel at the top of the world. You suddenly regret not being here sooner. You think you belong here. But this is just an illusion. Your virtual self may be the coolest thing around. People might actually look forward to everything you write, but deep inside you know you don't have a life. If you go out in the real world, there is nowhere that you stand. Because the real life decisions that you take are far off being right, let alone being perfect. 

Caring for your family or having an enviable career? 

Earning respect in society or following your interest? 

What should would you choose? 

In the first place should these over-extensive-thought-needed issues cross your mind when you are at 31? 

You tell yourself this isn't the end of the world. It wont be, even if you fail. Though it would be if you never try. Do you want to be a coward? The one who never tried? Which regret would be better? The regret of Making the wrong choice? or the regret of never knowing since you never tried?  

P.S: Donot tell me that the spelling of pyscic is wrong. I know I wrote it wrong again. My spell check tells me that too. I didn't listen to her, what makes you think I would to you? I wont backspace and correct. Life isn't about backspaces and erasers it is all about writing with a pen. (And yes I know that the spellchecker is a female. Because they just cant mind their own fucking business.) 

P.P.S: If you manged to make any sense out of it : GOOD. If not : Care not to comment. 

Three thirty in the morning with hair that looks messy, Eyes that look like somebody just boiled them and mouth that stinks more than a buffalo's sty would, I didn't write this to hear someone saying I shouldn't. This was much needed.

I speak bullshito @ Nighto's .

November 12 2011

Life's complicated.

Well not life I d rather say circumstances. Oh wait news update from the brain its not circumstances either. Its people. I cannot understand people. I just cannot understand people. Period. Well its so difficult to understand your own self let alone another human being. At one moment I want this, on another I want that . When asked I ll opt for this only regretting it seconds later and being too egoistic to accept.

Girls please don't throw stones at me but let's just accept 50% of the guys are plain stupid, even 90% of the girls too but right now let's just not deviate !

Yes girls can't drive, they can't take a joke, they can't clearly say what they want, they always want to be a princess expect over-politeness from everybody and then fighting against not being treated equally as a guy. If you want to be treated equal, first consider yourself equal. Don't be like 'don't you know how to behave with a girl?' And then I am equal . If you are equal why the hell do one has to behave specially with you?

I may be completely wrong making an ass of myself, but its 2a.m, I am on a fighting spree, my brain is burnt, I am high on caffeine and I DON'T CARE A DAMN.

"Life has changed a lot"......... isn't it.....???

November 11 2011

I want to go back to the time........

when "innocence" was "Natural"....

when "getting high" meant "one swing"....

when "drinking" meant  "Rasna"....

when "dad" was the only "hero"....

when "love" was "Mom's hug"....

when "Dad's shoulder" was "the highest place on earth"....

when my  "worst enemy" were "cousin saravnan"....

when the only thing that could "Hurt" were "bleeding knees"...

when the only thing "broken" were "toys"....

and....

when "good bye" only meant "till tomorrow"....

"Life has changed a lot"......... isn't it.....???

Lazy

November 10 2011

With the advancement of technology man is becoming lazier and lazier everyday. There was a time when I used to come home from school, take a bath, change my clothes and go out to play cricket with my friends. I used to be brisk and hyper active. But these days , the story has changed. I come home and land in the couch and reach for the remote control and just lie there and watch TV till dinner time. Most of the time I wouldn't even remove my socks.

Even when I use the laptop, I used to lie down on the bed and write blog posts. Then one day I saw that a man died because of using laptops in bed. Then I stopped using lap tops in bed. But still I am lazy. Every payment transaction is done online these days. Yes it saves time. It also makes us lazy. We don't have to stand in queues in banks and we don't have to stand in queue to pay electricity bills.

There are lazy people in each and every field. In Cricket, the laziest batsman I have ever seen is Inzamam Ul Haq. How many times we would have seen him running himself out. It all started with the famous Flying Johnty dismissal. Then it became an every day affair with Inzamam.

How can we forget Arjuna Ranatunga, who had great difficulty in running between the wickets. He invented the walking between the wicket syndrome.

If Inzy and Ranatunga are alow runners between the wickets, Chanderpaul is a slow stander in front of the wicket. His stance is as though he has just recovered from a piles operation. He stretches his legs so wide and one whole family can sit between his legs and finish dinner while he bats.

My European friend Steve is so lazy to stand and pee. Hence he has placed a chair in his loo. He performs the Volcano by sitting in his chair.

I am very lazy to complete this post. Right now I am so lazy like the guy who designed the Japanese flag.

(The last Japanese flag joke was uttered by my friend Shalomie.)

Have you come across any Lazy people in your life? Tell us about them.

Route Recalculation

November 9 2011

She is the guardian angel who guides me through main and off roads..she leads me not into wrong routes , and delivers me from radars… she shows me through green pastures of the shortest road…she is none other than my lady gadget, the GPS.

When I have absolutely no idea or even a sense of direction about the place I want to go, she comes to my  rescue. ‘After 400 meters, keep right’..’Follow the course of the road for 8 kilometers’ ..’Observe speed limit’…’At the roundabout take the third exit’..says she, and when I err, she forgives me by saying , ‘Route recalculation’ and routes me back on track.

Cause of U GPS everything is just fine!

Indian Oil Corporation Limited

November 8 2011

We have the responsibility to reach this to the maximum people.
Share it to all and raise your voice against Fuel price Hike.

Memories

November 7 2011

They say nothing is forever. But I say memories are!

Those who Born in 80's

November 6

Bodhi Dharma

November 5 2011

Bodhi Dharma(போதிதர்மன்) also known, Da Mo, Bodhitara, P’u-t’i Ta-mo, Ta-mo, Bodai Daruma, and Daruma was born in Kanchi in the Southern Indian kingdom (today’s Tamil Nadu State ) of Pallava around year 440. Bodhi Dharma was the youngest of three brothers in the royal family of the southern Indian kingdom of Pallava king Sugandan. His father, the king Sugandan, also known as Simhavarman was a devoted Buddhist and managed state affairs according to the Buddha’s teachings. At birth Bodhi Dharma was born with a breathing disorder. He was adopted and trained at birth in breathing exercises and combat, namely in the arts of Dravidian warfare arts of Southern India and self-defense techniques such Kuttu Varisai and Pidi Varesai (Punches Series- hand to hand combat with animal styles and locking techniques Similar to Kung Fu and Karate), Malyutham (grappling), Varma Kalai (Secret or Vital Art, Pressure point attacks, In healing and Self-defense similar to Tai Chi or Dim Mak), Silambam (staff fighting), Eretthai or Saydekuche (double stick fighting), Madhu or Madi (deer horn weapon fighting), Surul Pattai or Surul wall (steel blade whip), Val Vitchi (single sword), and Eretthai Val (double short sword) fighting. Bodhidarma also studied Dhyana Buddhism and became the 28th patriarch of that religion.

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Bill Gates Product!!!

November 4 2011

The Best Product from MICROSOFT:

Windows 98......No!!!

Microsoft office..No!!!

Windows XP......No!!!

Windows Vista...No!!!

Windows 7.........No!!!
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Its Bill Gates Product!!!
Bill Gates Daughter :-)

It All Adds Up Of A, B, C, S and P's

November 3 2011

There are three kinds of people; those who can count and those who cannot. No points for guessing that I belong to the second category.

And I thought my misery was over after school. No mathematics. No tension. But the A’s have come to haunt me again after decades of peace. As a child, I was most anxious about my mathematics grades. Being realistic, I never hoped for an A+ but a decent B+ was always a face saver. 

I agree that it is idiotic to compare a nation’s report card with that of a child, but the comparisons are compelling. The downgrade of US economy from an AAA on long term debt to an AA+ has taken me down the memory lane. To add to my agony the ratings agency, Standard and Poor’s sounds like my strict math teacher Sister Prasanna Thattil. Anything below a B+ warranted a piercing stern look, “You need to work hard, my child.” And anything below C was a clear signal for an ominous parent-teacher meeting. In school a mathematics downgrade, meant work harder. Interestingly for the US too, it essentially means work harder - less spending and more earning. 

Not many would be aware of the musical group, ‘Blood Sweat Tears’ which popularized a phrase, ‘what goes up, must come down’ in their hit song Spinning Wheel. Yes, it must and it does. Poor Obama, his fiftieth birthday made history. In one stroke Standard & Poor’s stripped Amrika of a seventy year old exalted AAA status. Obama’s optimistic ‘Yes we can’ has become ‘Yes we might’.  

To be fair to the US I would love to know the accountability of these rating agencies like S&P, Moody’s and Fitch etc. I mean with weird names like Moody’s, how the hell does one trust their ratings? Yankees, please do not take offence, but it is a fact that average intelligence levels of Americans has arguably been B+, but as providence would have it, they have enjoyed AAA; life and ratings both. Regardless of being poor mathematicians, every equation in their life added up brilliantly! So far!

You have to hand it to the Americans who are bravely trying to laugh off the downgrade blues. The comic chat show host, Jay Leno quipped, “This is how bad our credit is now. President Obama just asked China for another loan and they won’t give it to him unless his mother-in-law co-signs.”

Coming back to my struggle with numbers  a research says that math ability is inborn – either you have it or you don’t. Thank you researchers for easing the load of guilt I carried for years. But any downgrade hurts. The latest one of the United States has already caused me a substantial loss on the stock market. I hate this. Why should their follies and their report card affect my life? A sneezes, B catches cold, C lands in the hospital, and D almost dangles between life and death.  We are one big family where economics is concerned.

 At the end of the day it is the ordinary people who have to pay back the huge debts some governments picked up. All of us have to collectively pull our socks to survive or Sister Prasanna Thattil might give us a good spanking for the downgrades.

Dear Mr Advani

November 2 2011

Dear Mr Advani,

I thought I should congratulate you for undertaking a 7600km long arduous Jan Chetna Yatra at the ripe old age of 83. Or is it 85? Whatever! 

But Mr Advani why do you think that my chetna is dead and you need to awaken it by your motorized circus? FYI, I am alive, aware and informed regarding the ills plaguing this nation. I struggle with them on a daily basis.

How I wish I could own one of your air-conditioned raths.  Heard you have many. Since one got damaged, you ordered a new one. But who pay, is providing you with these high-tech chariots? And diesel? Oh, I forgot that Yeddy and Reddy have amassed enough to pay for your diesel bills.

You are lucky since no one is asking uncomfortable questions regarding BJP, because Anna is with you. 

Mr Advani, why did you start this yatra from Chapra, the birth place of Jai Prakash Narayan?  Was it political symbolism or political tokenism? Honestly dude, it doesn’t matter. Today’s youth cares a damn for both. How difficult is it for you and your freaking dinosaur brigade to comprehend the fact that archaic symbolism is dead for us? And while others are debating, your protégé Uma behen Bharti has already endorsed your name as the future PM. 

Honestly, tell me Advani ji. Do you really wish to be the PM? The other day I saw you on TV saying, “I do not wish to be the PM, but if the party so decides, I will abide by the party.” You know Advani ji when you say that you remind me of any B grade Bollywood actress who harps on the cliché and says, “I will strip only if the role demands.”

And what is with this fetish for garlands and headgears? Perhaps because Modi got several headgears during his sadbhavna farce, you thought why not me? What do you do with all the fancy headgears? Forget all that, tell me why were your party men caught distributing cash to journalists in MP? Such desperation? You thought you wont get a positive coverage, hai na?

Finally tell me  if you are not awakening my chetna and you don’t wish to be the PM then why the ‘rath circus’? Why not sit in a room with your arch rivals and work on a few legislation's which will benefit the nation. 

But why am I even writing this letter. You won’t get it, will you? You just got inspired by Anna and Modi and wanted to do something. Another fast would be juvenile. So another yatra. Aren’t you trying too hard to get noticed? As your well wisher; let me tell you that your yatra is much doo- doo about nothing. If anything, it is a colossal waste of time, money, energy and diesel. And it ain't taking you anywhere near PMs car. Modi and Rahul will make sure of that.

Truthfully yours

Priorities in Life!

November 1 2011

Coming to think of it, what exactly are one's priorities in life? The answer varies from person to person and is in most cases a bit too vague.We as humans, tend to change our priorities based on the difference in situations and time. But some of us like me, unfortunately, can not do so. I really wish I could. Having kept my relationship at the top-most of my priority list, I now understand the drawbacks. The foremost being "concentration." Once you lack concentration, the rest seems a haze, doesn't it ?