Introduction to CCTV Camera's

January 20 2011


Google Valet Store along with Green Vision Technologies started making wonders in CCD Camera's with NAT Technology. Having a CCTV camera installed in your residential and commercial areas is not a new thing. With the changing times humans have adapted well to the environment with the use of gadgets for a safer tomorrow. These days the world is faced with many potential hazards be it in your home or work place, everyone wants to prevent them. This has given a rise in the increase of surveillance in all areas, it has become more than a necessity. We work hard all our life for making the home it is or building an empire. We want to safeguard our belongings and loved ones in the best way possible; these security cameras are an ideal solution to all your problems.

The closed circuit television alias cctv nanny spy camera will do wonders in any place where you install them. These devices provide you with in hand physical proof if any unfortunate thing were to happen. At the work place the buildings are having these models and preventing thefts and causing intruders to be at bay. They reinforce a sense of uniformity among the staff and increase interpersonal skills when they are installed in the interiors.

Features of a CCTV camera:

The advanced features seem to increase by every minute, as with the advances in technology you can benefit from the additional features to benefit you. The features such as controls for foreground and background color, split image, color or b/w presentation. Depending on the number of CCTV cameras you want to install depends on two major criteria's; firstly the vastness of the room you want to cover, for a mansion one would never suffice, Secondly the value of the investment that needs surveillance. You can go for a higher end model like color rotating camera with remote if you want constant monitoring of the valuables be it money or papers in a firm.

Additional Features you might want to consider:

Ask as many questions as you can to yourself which will give a clearer picture and help you narrow down your needs and the list of choices you have in mind. Some more additional questions, that are back of our mind but you do not consider are-

What is the level of magnification controls provided by the device? This is of crucial importance to distinguish a potential and suspicious intruder from a guest at home or workplace. It is of great value to catch him right in act of crime.
Is the camera color or black and white?
What is the size and weight of the system?
Will the CCTV accept video input from a computer?
Does it support split screen (horizontal and/or vertical)?

Since quite some time now they have been around be it in airports, museums, government buildings, hospitals and major industrial market, you name it they have this gadget for security purposes. The other alternative the security guard cannot be at all places, the investment made in a security camera is one time any place big or small can incorporate them to reach great heights.

What's next pepsi boy?

January 19 2011

Nostalgia...
Fullness in life
So very me
What's next ??
Whatever it is, it's gonna be full of energy, enthu, passion & fun....
Its not that hard to imagine. All you have to do is put your mind and a freezing soul into it.... and when you can imagine, you can do wonders.

Nice Times
Better Times
Good Times..........Prabhu

Happy I am!!

January 18 2011

'U have gained some weight', said my trainer!

'more than some', I replied

'No fried, no sweet, less carbs, no choclates', he barked!

I stepped back, took out chocolate bar from my bag & bit it twice before offering him! Shot 'F' word twice & hopped on tread mill...

'M moving on with Cardio...Can we start', I said!
'Prabhu....', he paused
I am a foodie....'F....'
WOW...& I rejoined Gym after 6 months!!

“They’re not empty calories if they’re full of AWESOMENESS!”
Let's take a pledge 'we'll not Diet until......whatever...whatever... " :P
Happy I am!!

Oh Pepsi boy....what was that.... phew.... :P

January 17 2011

Ohhh.. dear Pepsi boy......oh boy....oh.... is it happening to me.....Pinching myself into reality check...yeah, its happening to me....Only God knows what wrong I did????
What is this ?? Is it what you get when you put in the best ??
May be.....yeah, may be....

I am finding myself too immature to understand the complexities of human behavior propelled by negative human thoughts..... Too immature to understand the craziest things human brain can make someone do, which are equally crazy....this is unthought of, unimagined of...

For best of my interest, I must recall those lovely lines I used to scream in school days.....

Everyday can be a beautiful day,
Just take a look around you
and think about all of the
wonderful things you have
to be thankful for.....
the Sunshine,
roses,
laughter,
close friends,
family,
music,
and beautiful dreams.
The storm is never half as bad as it seems,
Don't let the rain ruin your day.
When the dark clouds move in
JUST SMILE
because the GOOD TIMES are on the way!
GOOD TIMES

Love ya Pepsi boy my dear

NOTHING HITS ME AS HARD AS LIFE!

January 16 2011

Who am I to decide, whats right & whats wrong?
I am the small fish in quite a big pond!
Who am I to forgive?
I am just a little older than grown up kid!

All I know is that I put in my best
and was so much willing to adjust,
The love I gave had everything in it,
The love I gave had no conditions attached to it;

I never hid anything, I never pushed anything,
All I wanted was to be with her & to keep her with me;
But someone stumbeled somewhere,
It was not a justification to my intense dedication;

In the end all it mattered was that I loved...
I do wonder, is it that mankind has gone through such an amzing mutation??
Can emotions be so strongly controlled & the thing built for months be thrown in a day??

Boy, NOTHING HITS YOU AS HARD AS LIFE!

Oh dear Bloggy
you are still the bestest friend
MmmMuaaah :)

Tamil Selvi & I

January 15 2011

Studying in a Co-education school has its advantages and disadvantages too. I studied in one co-education school. During High school, every boy would treat every girl as an enemy. Things will how ever change when we enter higher secondary school ( when we become 15). I was in class 4 then. I hated girls big time. I was even a part of the "We hate girls" gang.

There is a word in Tamil Called "Da". It is similar to "Dude". This word was then used to refer to boys. The female version of this word is "Di". It means " Dudette". No boy would like to be called as "Da" and No girl would prefer being referred to as "Di", because these two words were considered to be derogatory words. There was this girl "Tamil Selvi". She was a bright student. I hated her. She threw a lot of attitude. She would look at boys with a raised eye brow and I hated that. She would make me go mad by calling me "Da".

One day she was constantly using the word "Da" and I could not take it any longer. So I called her "Di" and that made her angry. Soon our verbal fight entered the next phase and we started pinching and slapping each other. No one was there to witness our awesome fight. Hence I took advantage of the situation by pushing her down to the ground and I punched her on her face three times and ran away from the scene and entered the class room. I had a sense of victory and I was happily sitting in the class room when the dreadful incident happened. Tamil Selvi entered the class room and started crying out loud. I was shocked and literally ended up wetting in my short trousers.

Soon Mahalakshmi ma'm (My tuition teacher) dragged me out of the class to the ladies staff room. I have heard that some women disguise themselves as angels. I always saw the angel in Mahalakshmi ma'm. But that day, I saw the devil in the form of Mahalakshmi Ma'm. She caned me with her full strength. It was the worst beating that I had received till that day. After receiving the royal treatment from Mahalakshmi ma'm, I slowly limped back to my classroom. When I entered the classroom, Tamil Selvi welcomed me with a giggle. Her gang of girls started laughing at me. The devil inside me started plotting schemes to take revenge on Tamil Selvi.

The very next moment our gang of boys Senthil, Ramesh, Krishnakumar & Shanmugamani had a group discussion. " This is a shame for the entire Boy community. From now onwards, we should call all girls using the term 'Di'." All the boys nodded their head in agreement. Very soon our enemy list started growing and in No-time, we had Gayathri, Reena, Rafia and Poogodi in our hate list. At least one of these girls would receive punches from us everyday.

We also increased our torture rate by pouring sand inside their lunch boxes, pouring blue ink inside their notebooks, making paper balls by tearing pages from their notebooks, filling their bags with sand, stones and leaves. They would Lodge a complaint against me to Mahalakshmi Ma'm. But due to insufficient proofs and witnesses, I would not be proven guilty. Our gloomy days were turned to joy. The boys started walking with confidence. But our joy did not last long. A new mathematic Ma'm joined our school. Her name was Moly. She was not a devil in disguise. She was the devil herself. I have already written a funny article about my Maths master click here [link]. Same as him this Ma'm is a terror. We were scared of the cane she brought along with her to the classroom. She had another bad habit. When we failed to do our homework or if we failed to answer her questions, she would ask the girls to knock our heads. We hated this particular act. During such instances, we would think that caning was much better than this. More often Tamil Selvi would be chosen to knock our heads. She would give a hard blow to our heads. I have been on the receiving end on many occasions.

Tamil Selvi would be waiting for Moly Ma'm to give her the permission to hit us, and when she gets the opportunity she would complete her task with precision. That gave her happiness. Very soon I was used to that too. It would be painful. But I would not show it outside. One thing I like about Moly Ma'm is that she is not gender biased. When a girl fails to answer a question, I would be automatically chosen to do the honors for them ( I was the only eligible boy for this role because I was the one who was on the receiving end more than any other boy). When such an opportunity knocks my door, I would make sure to knock the daylights out of the head of the girls. One day I got an opportunity to do the tribute for Tamil Selvi. That was the happiest day of my school life. I clenched my fists and kissed my knuckles and knocked her head and the next moment she was on the floor crying. The boys around me were happy and I could see it on their faces. I felt so happy as If I were receiving the Nobel prize.
There were some black sheep among the boys too. When they get an opportunity to hit the girls, they would do it so gentle and the girls liked such boys. They would reciprocate their gratitude by helping those boys in class tests by showing their answer papers to those boys. Then from class 5 to class 10 I attended a boys only school. Then for class 11 and class 12, I came back to the coeducation school in Chennai. I saw Tamil Selvi Once again. I realized that I had done the greatest mistake in my life by hurting her in the past. If only Moly Ma'm had given one more opportunity, I would have also become a Black sheep and would have entered the good books of Tamil Selvi. But that never happened.

During my recent trip to Coimbatore, I met Tamil Selvi in a train with her two kids. She is now the mother of two lovely kids. She told me that she reads my blogs along with her husband. Now this post would be a(n) (un)pleasant surprise for her.

WATCH TILL IT ENDS

January 13 2011

Hearing this song now... It's 14 years since its inception... This may bring tears to some of us...! 

AAACHHOOOOO!!!!


January 12 2011

That morning sneeze…
That morning chill in the air….
That extra laziness to get out of bed…. [extra because I feel lazy to get out of bed daily!  ]
That reluctance to wash one’s face with that cold water….
Even more reluctance to have a bath….Thank god for geyser!
Applying lots of moisturizer on dry skin and lip balm on dry lips….
Eating ghee stuffed pongal, vegetable cutlets, carrots, spring onion….
Smaller days and longer nights….
That bump in the elbow hurting real bad….
Sipping that warm coffee….
When I got up this morning, I found that winter is here! In January!
But will it stay?
I am wondering this because the duration and the magnitude of summer season has been decreasing every year in my town. It gets cold for two days and then again it is as hot as in summer. Last year it was proper Winter only for two weeks, that too in January. December was quite warm. All my sweaters including the Allen Solly ones which I had been waiting to show off didn’t get a chance to come out of the closet. Sigh!

Those who say global warming is a myth should come and stay in my town for a year. The temperature in summer reaches 46 deg C , the monsoon is erratic, no more 4-5 days of continuous heavy rain like we used to have many years ago, no more cold winter months and the pleasure of sleeping under quilts. And after the so called winter, its Summer again. There is no Spring practically!

I guess all of you had read several posts on December 25  about Global Warming as many bloggers had participated in Blog Action Day 2010. As I was on my Christmas vacation during that time and as I don’t think blogging about an issue should be restricted to just one day, I am blogging about it now. Moreover I have not added my blog to that website [as it asked for my password] but still I feel strongly about the issue. Today when I felt the first winter chill, I was happy!! But that happiness was short-lived as I remembered last year’s winter season and the change in my town’s climate over the past few years.
Trust me, no matter how much water is found on the Moon or how many missions are sent to Mars, this is the only planet that can sustain life.

If only I tried

January 11 2011

Should I try my fingers in poetry?

I looked at my life,
With all the broken promises,
The shattered dreams,
I closed my eyes,
And kept walking to no direction,
In my direction,
There were many like me,
Many broken hearts,
Tears shed,
Followed by unbroken silence,
I had to be strong,
A time has come,
A light at the end of the tunnel,
An awakening voice from dreamland of weakness,
Determination to fight for my life,
And I believe,
I could be all I want to be,
If only I tried.

Someone you judged by their first impression

January 9 2011

Someone I judged by their first impression, I’ve always tried not to judge anyone by their first impression. But if I have done something so unfair to you, forgive me.

The person you know that is going through the worst of times

January 8 2011

Dear person going through the worst of times,

I can’t imagine the pain you must be experiencing. The truth is, I don’t even want to imagine. A certain death looming over one’s head must be a daunting experience.. I don’t even know how I’d take it. I’m so pathetic that I don’t even have the guts to face you and talk to you. What can I say to a person awaiting his death? I guess I can just say my best wishes are always with you.. may you get relieved from your suffering soon…

Your well wisher…

Two Minute Review : Manmadhan Ambu

January 7 2011

Manmadhan Ambu is a triumph of honest script writing. No choreographed songs, kuthu numbers, no skin show, no item girl, no villain or punch line spewing etc. Kamal Haasan’s script with some smart writing, brilliant casting, a designer look and great one-liners makes it a perfect family entertainer for the holiday season.
Ambujakshi alias Nisha (Trisha) is the numero uno heroine in Tamil cinema. She is in love with Madanagopal (Madhavan), a rich tycoon who is basically a Mama’s (Usha Uthup) boy. Madanagopal and his mom visit Ambu on the sets of a song picturisation in Kodaikanal with top hero Suriya (playing a cameo), and he suspects that she is two- timing him. This leads to an accident as Ambu on the driver’s seat of Madan’s new Hummer, almost bangs into a another car coming from the opposite side.

The couple has a bitter fight and an emotionally disturbed Nisha calls Madan a ‘Sandeha Prani’ (suspicious guy) and part. To take off from pressures of work and personal worries Ambu decides to go on a European cruise with childhood friend Deepa (Sangeetha) who is a divorcee with two kids. Meanwhile Madan who is still madly in love with Ambu arranges a private detective Major Mannar (Kamal Haasan) to keep an eye on her and give him a regular update on whom she meets during her holiday. All this leads to a hilarious situation, with a dramatic twist in the climax.

Kamal Haasan script scores big time, as the film works due to characterization and commercial packaging done in a different style by KS Ravikumar. From scene one, you are drawn into each characters life, and when you put them all together on a cruise it crackles with human emotions and entertainment.

Remarkable casting has resulted in some fine performances by all players. The film boasts the best performance you will see by an ensemble cast in a long time, and that includes even the bit players Each and every character including the two small kids are perfect.

Trisha’s character as movie star Nisha sans make up is the pivot around which the film revolves. Be it her discomfort on the sets when her lover drops in, or her outburst over the phone, she is superb. She sprinkles her lines with confidence and emerges as one of the film's most lovable characters.

Armed with the film’s best-written role as Madanagopal, Madhavan is the scene stealer. His drunken scenes which brings out his hidden fears and suspicion is superb. Sangeetha as Deepa the divorcee who says “the matrimony was bad but the alimony was good” nails the practical woman of today who is frank and honest about her life.

Malayalam actors Kunjan and Manju Pillai as the wannabe producers after Nisha’s dates and Urvashi as the hapless wife who is fighting a lone battle by the side of her husband in the hospital are fantastic.

And finally the name is Kamal Haasan. Watch him meld effortlessly from casual to utter seriousness. His compelling, effortless portrayal of Major Mannar is the highlight. The star makes an appearance 22 minutes after the start and adds those little touches that make all the difference especially the scenes in which he speaks to Urvashi over the phone, and when he talks about his French wife who met with a sad end.

Technically the film is top class. Two new boys- cinematographer Manush Nandan and editor Shan Mohammed make a big impression. Manush camerawork give it a fresh tangy look, while editing is crisp. The film moves at a rapid pace with never a dull moment in the 2 hour 32 minutes running time.

Sync sound has been used, which has enhanced not only the narration but also gives it a real feel as though you were there on the ship with the characters. Devi Prasad’s music especially Neela Vaanam... told in a rewind manner, is innovative. The picturisation of Thagudu Thagudu.. comes at the right time and is different.

Constructed from a terrific script that’s strong on plot and packed with crackling dialogue, Manmadhan Ambu is consistently engaging. Cleverly written and sharply cast, it is a film that delivers hearty laughs. Don’t miss it. It is one of those rare Tamil films that’s funny and smart at the same time!

What ever else you do this weekend, don't miss this film.

Why craze on Barbie?!

January 6 2011

There were Love mails, hate mails, fan mails and it was fun reading them all. A couple of death threats also came to my inbox. Would make all the mails into a post and publish it soon.

I had bought a Barbie doll to gift my friends daughter. I remember the fuss my sister and her friends used to create with their Barbie doll collection. Barbie doll parties used to happen regularly at my place. I had a GI-Joe doll too. But I did not have friends who liked having GI-Joe parties with me. Apparently GI-Joe was not as famous as Barbie. My sister used to include me sometimes when she and her friends had the Barbie doll parties.

They used to give bubble bath to barbie and comb her hair and dress her up and it used to irritate me a lot. Barbie's legs look like chop sticks. Till now I don't know"Why the craze for such a doll?"

Discussion about America

January 5 2011

A ten year old Boy and his dad have a bed-time discussion about America

Q: Daddy, why did we have to attack Iraq?
A: Because they had weapons of mass destruction, honey.

Q: But the inspectors didn't find any weapons of mass destruction.
A: That's because the Iraqis were hiding them.

Q: And that's why we invaded Iraq?
A: Yep. Invasions always work better than inspections.

Q: But after we invaded them, we STILL didn't find any weapons of mass
destruction, did we?
A: That's because the weapons are so well hidden. Don't worry, we'll find something, probably right before the 2004 election.

Q: Why did Iraq want all those weapons of mass destruction?
A: To use them in a war, silly.

Q: I'm confused. If they had all those weapons that they planned to use in a war, then why didn't they use any of those weapons when we went to war with them?
A: Well, obviously they didn't want anyone to know they had those weapons, so they chose to die by the thousands rather than defend themselves.

Q: That doesn't make sense Daddy. Why would they choose to die if they had all those big weapons to fight us back with?
A: It's a different culture. It's not supposed to make sense.

Q: I don't know about you, but I don't think they had any of those weapons our government said they did.
A: Well, you know, it doesn't matter whether or not they had those weapons. We had another good reason to invade them anyway.

Q: And what was that?
A: Even if Iraq didn't have weapons of mass destruction, Saddam Hussein was a cruel dictator, which is another good reason to invade another country.

Q: But wasn't Iraq one of our friends back in the 1980s?
A: Well, yeah. For a while.

Q: Was Saddam Hussein ruler of Iraq back then?
A: Yes, but at the time he was fighting against Iran, which made him our friend, temporarily.

Q: Why did that make him our friend?
A: Because at that time, Iran was our enemy.

Q: Isn't that when he gassed the Kurds?
A: Yeah, but since he was fighting against Iran at the time, we looked the other way, to show him we were his friend.

Q: So anyone who fights against one of our enemies automatically becomes our friend?
A: Most of the time, yes.

Q: And anyone who fights against one of our friends is automatically an enemy?
A: Sometimes that's true, too. However, if American corporations can profit by selling weapons to both sides at the same time, all the better.

Q: Why?
A: Because war is good for the economy, which means war is good for America. Also, since God is on America's side, anyone who opposes war is a godless un-American Communist. Do you understand now why we attacked Iraq?

Q: I think so. We attacked them because God wanted us to, right?
A: Yes.

Q: But how did we know God wanted us to attack Iraq?
A: Well, you see, God personally speaks to George W. Bush and tells him what to do.
Q: So basically, what you're saying is that we attacked Iraq because George W. Bush hears voices in his head?
A. Yes! You finally understand how the world works. Now close your eyes,
make yourself comfortable, and go to sleep. Good night.

Q: Good night, Daddy.
A : OK sonny!

Shame Shame Puppy Shame Uncle

January 4 2011

Pre-note : Be very careful when you have any 7 year old kid around you.

His name is Darshan. He is my neighbor's son. Darshan is just 7 years old and he likes spending time with me on weekends. Darshan would tell me all stories about his heroics in school. I would cook up some stories and fool him too. He never buys my stories but he just acts as if he believes them. He calls me "Prabhu Uncle". It is fun to have a 7 year old kid around you. He makes me feel young. But sometimes his questions can actually be gun shots aimed at my head.

"Prabhu Uncle! Have you kissed a girl?"
"Err.. Nooo Darshan.. I haven't.."
"Shame on you.. I have kissed Shravanthi.."
"Shravanthi! That 5 year old girl who lives next door"
"Yes! She is my girlfriend.."
At times like this, I would walk to the mirror, look at myself and I would see myself controlling my tears. Sometimes I fail to have a grip over my emotional-let-downs.
I sometimes tell Darshan, stories from the Ramayana. It is sometimes easier to tackle questions from an atheist. But Darshan's questions always end up leaving me running for shelter.On one such occasion, he was patiently listening to my story-telling skills.I was really happy that the kid was under my spell for more than 30 minutes.Suddenly he started speaking
"Prabhu Uncle. Does Rama look like Hrithik Roshan?"
"May be. He should have been good looking"
"So he is a good dancer?"
" He might have been a good dancer"

He nodded his head and was silent. I was glad that Darshan was happy with my answers. Suddenly he started speaking again

"Uncle I have found something"
"What is it?"
"Rama has 59 thousand step mom huh?! "
"No Darshan! You haven't paid attention to my story"
" I was. But I lost my concentration when I started imagining you clothed in leaves"

Sometimes it is better not to carry on such conversations. I have paid heavily by replying to such comments. So this time I just ignored his statement. I went into my room to type a post for my Blog.I Logged into my mail account and started checking my mails. Darshan was busy playing in the drawing room. While I was checking my mails, one mail caught my attention. The subject line of the mail was " Never disappoint her again". The mail was sent to me by some girl by the name,"Amirtha". Out of curiosity I opened the mail. It read...

Just one small strip 10 minutes before the fun starts,and the magic begins!

There was a small hyper-link next to it. I thought it must be some great illusion-magic-trick site. My love and interest for magic made me to click the link.A pop-up screen opened up and I was shocked to see the pictures of people in that screen. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me,"Shame Shame Puppy Shame Uncle". It was Darshan. He had seen the pictures too. I immediately switched off the computer. He gave me a sheepish smile and left the room.

The next day, I got ready to catch up with some work. I changed to my casual wear and came out of my house. I met Darshan and his Mom on the corridor. On seeing me Darshan said ," Mommy! Do you know what Prabhu uncle does with his computer?". The next second, I was inside my house. It has been two days and I have not gone out.

Poor man's world

January 3 2011

Now I know that I have your attention. So let me get to the point. The point is that this post of mine doesn't talk about any specific point. I hope that you are still not ogling at the girl in the picture. Are you not ashamed? When I saw her picture, I cried. I felt sorry for her poor condition. I have made it a habit to empathize every day for poor girls like this.

For every page visit, UNIZEF(please don't ask me what it stands for. I really don't have any idea) has promised to donate ten rupees to me. In turn I would give all the money to poor girls like the one in the above picture and also to girls like this[link]. I request my readers to send pictures of such poor girls, so that I can empathize with you.

When I was doing my +2 in Chennai, an ad-firm approached me and asked my advice to help them promote Indian made products. I immediately called the chief minister and asked him to stop all foreign-goods-imports. But he didn't listen to my advice. So I gave an idea to the ad firm. They executed the plan and it instantly had a great effect. The tag line I coined caught every one's attention as it was written in all buses in Tamil Nadu.
Now you would have realised that this post is going no where. So I take this opportunity to talk about my neighbor Mouri's dog. She has named it Julie. Julie is a very ferocious dog and everyone in our neighbourhood knows about it. She is the classic example of how a security dog should be. 
This is the type of posts that Pepsi boy comes up with, when he is drunk. The subject line has nothing to do with the post. Should he write another post in a drunken state???

New Year Celebrations @ Blitz

January 2 2011

Had a great new year with my bro's Thanks Vicky & Guru

A New Venture

January 1 2011

Along with
Our new products are...
For More Details Contact 
@ Chennai Mr. Ramesh Babu 9500090663
@ Coimbatore & Tiruppur Mr. Prabhu 9566422220, 9788116669 
E-mail : prabhupepsi@gmail.com

Wishing You All A Happy New Year

January 1 2011

People make mistakes. They're allowed to. We're allowed to. We're human.
Forgiveness is greater than revenge.

Many people are afraid of losing face. When we make a mistake, we look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves.

You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future. 

It is not easy to change.And it's foolish to expect people to change. Only because 'we' believe they're foolish the way they are. It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations.

Everything we do and believe is at som level a manifestation of our love and hatred for ourselves. "I" is the most dangerous word.

Life resides not in a momentary anger, and the insignificant pain we feel.There's a lot of pain around ur, and a lot of happiness too, Life resides in the rare moment we see that pain, and 'know' how trivial the I is.

Life lives in the tiny feeble hands of the three year old who helps his grandfather cross the road.
Once Again Welcome 2011 & Prosper Our Lifes

Instant Meme 2010

December 31 2010

Nobody tagged me. But I saw this in some Blog when I was blog hunting. I liked the set of questions. So I thought of answering the set of questions as well as tagging a few people.
Here I go...

1.What does your phone look like?

2. What is on the walls of your bedroom?
Ants doing their ramp walk all the time. I have a Rajinikanth & AR Rahman poster that also has their hall of fame speech.

3. What is your current desktop picture?
Krithi! My God child. She is 5 years old.

4. Do you believe in love marriage?
Am a failure in that type. But I believe in happy marriages. So if you can be love marriage, why not?

5. What do you want more than anything right now?
Play AR Rahman music.

6 . What time were you born?
09.35 AM – as recorded in my dad’s old HMT watch.

7. Are your parents still together?
Yup. Dunno if my kid would answer the same way when he gets tagged with this.

8. Last person who made you cry?
Anitha. Check my earlier posts.

9. What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?
Any natural colour. Black soft hair with brown eyes. Or a Salma Hayek look alike would make me turn around and ogle.


10. Do you like pain killers?
I was on pain killers for more than 2 years when I had the problem. I like them when I am in pain.


11. Who was the last person who made you smile at the end of this year ?
*My niece Aishu; when She called me “uuuhhhuu mmma ma!” over the phone.
*When ever I see my desktop picture always My God child Krithi
*Vicky my bro's profile picture.

Wishing you all  a happy & prosperous new year !

Okay, the new year, welcome world. I am awake. Hit me with your best shot this year. I can take it!.

Too many fools, I believe

December 30 2010

to be loved.....
Internet tries to tell me all about Love
Yet I am mystified…
Night after night
Too much candy, I perceive
Too many fools, I believe

Love me
When the grass says I am yellow
Love me
When all the words fade
Love me
When the illness takes over
Love me
Whenever you find time to Love me….

Of that SMS musingly typed
One sluggish night,
Saved in Drafts, yet never sent

Love me
Like the spring in winters
Love me
The way you eat a chocolate cake
Love me
At every station
Love me
The way you want to love me

Of those calls expected after a stupid fight
Never answered;
Yet enough to light up her face

Love me
Under the vast blue sky
Love me
Under shadow of those heavy clouds
Love me
Under those satin sheets
Love me
Anywhere you want to love me

doodled by Pepsiboy

A Special Dish For This New Year!

December 29 2010

The chef is launching his recipe diary with a tough lesson. I request all my readers to take a pencil and paper and note the points , I am gonna write here. These points would help you in becoming a world class chef like me. Without much adu, let us get into action

"How to boil water? "
Ingredients needed:
Kitchen : 1 no
Human being : 1 no ( It can be you)
Audience : 1 and above( Passive audience to watch you cook)
Water : One liter
Container : 1 ( Please note that the container is not made of plastic.)
If the container is small and if it could not accommodate 1 Liter of water, then you can use more than one container for cooking.
Dress used by Mallika Sherawat : 2 Nos (For holding the container while conducting the cooking process. This is to increase the glamour effect while cooking)

The reader is requested to stop oggling at the picture and continue reading.
Gas stove: 1 no
Gas cylinder : 1 no
( If gas cylinder is not available, then there is no point of having a gas stove.You should have a good lateral thinking process like the author)
Kerosene stove : 1 no ( If gas stove is not available)
Clock: 1 no ( If the clock is not in proper working condition, another clock can be used)
Match stick : 1 box ( For those that do not know how to use a matchstick, The author would devote another post on it)
Lighter : 1 no ( Those who are scared of using a match stick can use the lighter )

Procedure
Let us proceed step by step

1) The human being (cook) can go inside the kitchen
2) Connect the gas cylinder to the gas stove
3) Ignite the stove using the matchstick/ Lighter
4) Gently pour water inside the container and place it on the stove
5) The audience should clap at this juncture
6) From now on, the cook's hands should not come in contact with the container without the help of mallika sherawat's clothes
7) The cook can do an item number for his/her own song for five minutes ( The clock comes into use now)
8) Bubbles would form on the top layer of water with a zzzzzzblblblblu sound ( Bubbles accompanied by any sound other than zzzzzzblblblblu should be disqualified)
9) Water is boiled and is ready to serve
10) To test if water is boiled or not, the cook can immerse his/her right index finger inside the container. If heat-boils appear on the finger, then you can be assured that the water is indeed boiled.

I am Sure you all will enjoy this new year with tasty boiled water. If you 've any doubt, please call me to my personal number 9.......6669

Politics!

December 28 2010

 
Shushma Swaraj tried the unachievable act by trying to hug MISS. Jayalalitha.(the class teacher of AIADMK students) Her attempt was unsuccessful.She could only cover 20 % of Jayalalitha's body and that itself was a record of sorts in recent times.
Miss Jayalalitha was under Mr.Pepsi's scrutiny yet again. This time, he caught the single-Virgin momma of Tamil soil red handed when she received a bunch of yellow roses from Mr.RAM-DOS. Mr. RAM DOS is the founder of DOS programming language and the speed of the computer is measured using his first name RAM.

Angry MAN-age-ment

December 27 2010

Last time, I got angry, I was slapped. I never get angry these days. Even if I am angry, I never show it out. The following three pictures are the pictures of the three most angry living beings on earth.

1) Bisa, the Chimp from Africa.

2) Kuruvammma, the bitch from Vannandurai, Chennai.

3) Terror Romeo, the immature bear from Tamil Cinema.
- Prabhupepsi

Are U superstitious?

December 26 2010

YES! I am superstitious...
I never believed in superstitions, fortunes,black magic, vOOdoo, witchcraft. But last week's incident has changed my take on the whole issue...

Last week's Issue

December  23rd 2010:21:30 hrs - I had Mutton fry and mutton sausage for dinner.

December 24th 2010:04:00 hrs - first call from nature.

December 24th 2010:05:30 hrs - second call from nature.

December 24th 2010:06:00 hrs - third call from nature.

December 24th 2010:06:39 hrs - I logged on to orkut. Orkut provides with a daily fortune service. My daily fortune for the day was, " You will prosper in what ever you do,today"
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And I really prospered that day. I am glad that I did not have to prosper for one whole week.

I am superstitious now.

Why Men Are So Happy?

December 24 2010

Men are never depressed.
Men Are Just Happier People.
Men are very simple creatures.
The garage is all theirs.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
They can never be pregnant.
Car mechanics tell the truth.
The world is their urinal.
They don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Wrinkles add character.
One mood all the time.No mood swings
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
They know stuff about cars.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
If someone forgets to invite them, he or she can still be their friend.
Their inner wear is Rs 100 for a three-pack.
One pair of shoes is more than enough.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
They only have to shave their face.
They can wear shorts no matter how their legs look.
They can "do" their nails with a pocket knife.
They have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.
They can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier !!!!!

Punishment for kasab

December 23 2010

The Kasab verdict sparked a trigger on Twitter and a hashtag #punishment for kasab became popular. Some of the tweets that caught my attention are added here.

Make him date Mayawati
Make KASAB to inflate the MRF blimp using only his mouth!!
48 hours in a locked room with nithyananda ( that is punishment for nithyananda)
Make him listen to Terror Romeo's speech (That is not a punishment. That is entertainment)
Make him watch "sura movie" hundred times.

Do you know English?

December 22 2010

Why do I have (a)  bad English?
Every time I type a blog post, I always try my level best to avoid grammatical glitches and spelling mistakes. But I always end up making at least one error in every post. I don't know whom to blame? Should I blame my school? Should I blame my English teachers? Should I blame my folks? or should I blame my own laziness? I did my entire schooling in a place called Pollachi. I studied in six schools in my life .

Kindergarten to class 4 - Arokia Matha Primary School
English was an enforced language in that school. Our standard of English never improved. In fact, it got bad because even the teachers were not comfortable with the English language. I don't want to sound like a racist here. Still our English during those days sounded like the Chinese speaking English.The following are some of the conversations that my friends and I have had with our class teachers.

Miss, Gayathri was stole my rubber ( The usage of "was" to denote a past event was used by us and our teachers never corrected us) {Note:Rubber is the Indian English for eraser}
Miss, Can I go bathroom? ( I am sure that many of my readers have the habit of first call in the bathroom.) The word toilet was not much used in my school
Miss, I winned ( I have won)
The only solace for me was that we used to converse in English at home. But my sister Viji Akka had a good grasp of the English language. She used to correct me every time and hence I would often resort to speaking in Tamil at home. But still the sitcoms helped me to stay in touch with English. Invisible Man, Oshin, Street Hwak were some of my favorite programs on TV.

Class 5 to Class 9 - Scott Viswadeepthi Higher Secondary School
The first English medium school in Pollachi. It was started by Christian missionaries centuries ago. English was an alien language in this school. The yearly tuition fee was Rs.25. I was introduced to Tamil Golden words in this school. Speaking in English was considered a crime by every student who attended this school. Hence I never had an opportunity to converse in English.The teachers were very good. Yet the students were not up to the mark.

But again, the conversations at home helped me to stay in decent touch with the language.. My sister's vocabulary was in a huge margin and I failed to understand 90 % of the English words that she used.
When my parents found that their enforced method was not effective, they made it compulsory for me to read the "HINDU" newspaper everyday. I would spend time on the cinema column. It never worked for me. I had love for films; but I hated English very much. Little did I realize that the parents of my classmates from my previous school also had similar ideas. A bunch of guys from AMS School landed up in Viswadeepthi Higher Secondary School and we were so comfortable talking in Tamil.

Class 12 - Vidya Vinaya Vinodha School, Chennai.
Soon I figured out that Vidya Vinaya Vinodha School was in fact worser than my previous school. The students of this school were from the families of upper middle class homes , NRIs and VIPs in Chennai. Hence English came very naturally to most of them. But unfortunately, there were lost sheep like me too.

Most of the students were really good. Still the teachers were an utter failure. Jayanthi miss was the best example for this. The British Government should erect a statue for her for his noble deeds in English. She is still surviving as a teacher in the school. A present day student of that school took pains to scribble down Jayanthi miss's golden words in a piece of paper.

My English started improving only after I started writing. I also realized that even if one has a good grasp of the English language but still falls short of ideas and content, he/ she doesn't make a good writer. If only I had stayed inside my comfort zone developing an inferiority complex because of my bad English, I would have never started this blog in the first place.

I would like to thank my dear friend Sruthi, who takes time to constructively correct my English. There have been many such good souls who have helped me in my blog journey. I sincerely thank all you guys. This post doesn't answer the question, "Why do I have a bad English?". But still you would have sensed the take away pointers from this post, if you understood what I am actually talking about.

Do you think that you are not worth it? Did any one say to you that are a loser? If you are in such a position, I have a story for you

Once a farmer found an abandoned eagle nest and a warm eagle egg inside it. He took it to his farm & laid it in the nest of one of his hens.The egg hatched and the eagle grew up along with the chickens and spent its entire life in the farm with the chickens. It rarely looked up. When it was very old, one day it lifted up its head and saw above it a wonderful sight - an eagle soaring high above in the sky. Looking at it, the old creature sighed and said to itself,"If only I'd been born an eagle".

Many of us are like the eagle. We often curb our capabilities and slumber within our comfort level. We seldom come out of our shell and exhibit our full potential.

We might have attempted and failed in achieving our goal in life. If we see some one attempting the same thing, we often discourage them based on our experiences.

We all have an eagle within us. Do we realize that? or Are we still chickened to acknowledge that?

Agent Charan

December 20 2010

I had a very tiring day and just when I was about to hit the sack, my mobile phone started ringing.I looked at the mobile phone.It read, Prime Minister calling

I immediately knew that the matter was really serious.Yes It was the Prime Minister of the country. For those who never knew that the Prime Minister and I are very close friends, it is time that you realized that you are actually reading the blog of a very important person of this country. Let me get back to the point. I picked the call
Me: Hi Manny (Manmohan Singh -That is how I call him)
PM: Hi Pepsi boy. It is a very important matter
Me: Ok! Tell me. How can I help you
PM: The enemies have planned to attack our country. They have formulated a secret code and we need your help to decode this deadly code. Can you please save the country?
Me: Ok. Pull Anty for this call. Let us have a conference call
(Antony is the Defence Minister of the country and that is how I call him)
Ring... Ring
DM:Hello PM. It is a pleasure getting a call from you.
PM: Mr Defence Minister, This is a Conference call.We have the Most respected Pepsi, also in this call
Me: Hey Antony... 'ssup?
DM: Hi thala. It is my privilege. I was trying your number. But as usual you were busy on a call with some babe.
Me:Coming to the point , How can I save the country?
DM: The enemies have devised a code. They call it the "Purple Red or Yellow" code.We have no clue what it is all about. We need your help
Me: Go to sleep Antony and Manny. I'll take care of this
I kept the phone. My granny has adviced me to keep my telephonic conversations short and sweet.
I went to my bed and my thinking cells usually work in midnight. The moment I stepped inside my room, I had the answer to the problem. Immediately I came out of  my room, took my mobile phone and rang up my brother Sridhar Anna.
My bro has a Lovely Kid, Charan "2". I knew very well that this kid is the best in the business when it comes to code breaking. Charan has broken 24 toys so far and he is an expert in breaking the rules at home.

I told the matter to Charan and he said,"Do not worry, Uncle...I would break the Purple Red or Yellow code and save our country". I kept the phone and slept in peace.This little kid indeed decoded the code and saved our country. He is turning 3 tomorrow .  So letus wish him a Happy happy Birthday Charan.....

Palkaramma

December 19 2010

India is a full of small time traders who are the retailers to major chunk of the population. My family buys milk from a milk vendor,called palkaramma(meaning: milk trading woman in tamil)whose real name many even dont know, Since to everyone she is known as and only as the palkaramma. Palkaramma has some cows and buffaloes with which she makes her living. We get fresh cow milk everyday delivered by the palkaramma. Yesterday she came to my house to give sweets for the birth of her grandson. My family’s dealing with these trader date back to more than 2 years. Its amazing to see that any amount of advertising and other marketing by packeted milk hasn't spoiled this relationship. This is what is the ”indianness” of retailing. Retailers in India are more than just traders,they have an emotional connect and a lifelong relationship with their customers.They are more like extended part of the family.

actually I am on diet!

December 18 2010

Two sandwiches,
Idiyappam with coconut chatni,
A Medhu Vadai,
Two dosais,
A piece of black forest,
Little bit of Sambar Vadai,
A packet of ground nuts,
Two Idlis,
A coffee,
A tea
2 Capsicum Bajjis,
6 Jamuns,
And rice with pepper rasam and Potat fries  .
All this is what I ate for a day!
Well actually I am on diet.

Nothing for me please!

December 17 2010

My friend Guganesh have come down to India from Malaysia.

What Indonesianwalas were in the 70s, the Malaywalas are today. They always come back with goodies for everybody. This being the Christmas season, I wouldn`t be off target if I compared him to Santa Claws. Oops! Santa Clause.

Living up to the expectations – in fact even exceeding him – he bought me an Ipod. He had called me one month earlier to check what I wanted.

“I am coming to India next month. Anything I can bring for you?” It was him on the speaker phone and my parents listening.

My parents have always taught me to refuse at least three times before accepting anything. So, I quickly said: “Nothing for me please. Nothing for me please. Nothing for me please,” and waited for him to respond.

It was him who spoke again: “No da macha, I want to gift you something. Thought I should check with you and buy you something you need.”

I had only three seconds to respond. The character of a man is decided in these three seconds. I had a few options – refusing his gift and telling him that I would be excited if he stayed with me for a few days, was the best option. The worst option was to list out the things I wanted from Malaysia – barring logs of course we have a sawmill.

With the fear that he might give in any moment and say, “OK then, no gift for you this time”, I replied: “I really think you should not take all the trouble.”

“It is no trouble at all. In an hour`s time I am going out for shopping and I could get you whatever you want.” Thats my true friend.

My mind went racing. I had bought gifts for so many people (none exceeding Rs 300/-). Before I walk into a store, I have always asked myself a few questions -

Do I really need to gift this guy – will he be useful to me?
Will this guy ever gift me back?
Will this gift ensure better results when I forward a resume to him?
Is there a possibility that I am overdoing it – will he/she be happy with a Rs 200/- gift?

My mind came back to the present. I had to quickly come up with a gift item…else I might be gifted with a Gillette deo, a Gillette shaving foam and a Gillette shampoo (if at all Gillette makes that). The problem with suggesting a gift was …I didn`t know his budget and I didn`t know what the Malaysia is famous for, besides teak woods and logs of course.

If he were in Iraq…I could have asked for an armored tank.
If he were in Palestine, I could have asked for an AK-47.
If he were in Pakistan, I could have asked for a kilogram of RDX.
If he were in Russia, I could have asked for a pinch of Polonium.
If he were in Netherlands, I could have asked for some cocaine. Apparently, it is legal to buy and sell drugs there.

Since he were sitting in Malaysia, I said: “I am fine with anything as long as it is a Ipod supporting mp4.”

He reached India today and I have my Ipod. The problem is….I should gift him something for his wedding. I tried to argue with myself…but the argument ended with a cost of 5000 bugs, a Titan wedding watch for this monkey & his wife.

I am happy to be single

December 16 2010

I would like to confess that Anitha was the first Y of my life. I still love her. But every time I think of Anitha, her hubby's huge frame also comes into the picture. On such occasions I would immediately stop thinking about her. Sometimes I wish that I had a girlfriend; but I have to admit that I am indeed happy to be Single. Quite recently, I read an article about Alfie - The thirteen year old Dad. Now a days Alfie's face appears in my dream and he gives me a great complex for being single.

Devotional delights - Harivarasanam

December 15 2010

Composed by Sacred Chants
Background score by Stephen devassy
Story Narration by Prabhupepsi
Mixed @ Google Valet Store

My Football Poetry

December 14 2010

My first day in the football field
I did not have a proper shield
Like a lightening came a boy so small
And kicked the wrong Ball
Harley's, Planes and Racing Cars
I even saw my grandpa's and some twinkling Stars
Agony and pain was in a Tangle
I thought I was in Bermuda Triangle
I limped,then I fell and I crawled a mile
Painful memory; But now it just leaves a smile

We all have painful memories. Some memories would have been so painful when we encountered it. But when we turn back and look back at those painful moments, we might end up having a smile in our faces. Everyone would have painful memories - be it emotional or physical.
But do we cling on to the painful memories?
or
Do we have the strength to look at such moments and Smile

Note: Painful memories that you have come across,can be shared in the comment section. Please note that the aim is not to vent or crib in the comment box, but to convey your positive take on painful memories. It might be soothening for many pained souls.

Computer lab

December 13 2010

School Days would be the most memorable phase in every one's life. Most of you would have passed out of school long back. But still when you read this post, you will remember those days for sure.

The fun all of us had during those days would be still fresh in our memory. The crushes on teachers, First love, class room bench fights, blackboards, stealing chalk pieces, Physical education classes, eating under the tree while crow shits on your lunch box, spraying ink on your classmate's white uniforms, assembly prayer prayer , writing nicknames of teachers on toilet walls,copying in exams, threatening your enemies not to talk with the girl you like, class tours, gangs in classes, slam books, last bench boys like me are some of the incidents that float in the top of my mind when I think about my school life.

But one incident that all of us loved the most would be the two hour class session that happen in labs. The first real exposure to team work begins in these labs. The labs are places where experiments are done. Talking about experiments, I remember a  quote by Dave Barry "What ever you do, maintain a very good rapport with lab assistants. They help you during practical exams."

Computer Labs
Computers... Computers... Computers... When I took computer science as my specialization subject in school, Computers were just making inroads into the education system. I wanted to become an IT geek. I have ended up as an Blogging creep.

"Basic" programming language was the most happening programming language then. If one could remember the DOS prompts by-heart, then he was treated as a computer genius.

The first thing that comes into my mind is playing games in the computer lab. Dave,Maria, Prince of Persia and sky roads were the major games during those days. If you know the cheat codes, you are a computer genius. The Internet images of our favorite heroins like Aish, Jflopez,  Madonaa.....was also making inroads. The corner computer in the computer lab are always used to view Internet pictures. The lab assistants also joins in for company. When girls are around, the boys seldom use the corner computer. Any boy using the corner computer, automatically became the bad boy among the girls. Switching off the computer when someone types a long program gives you the kick. Also unplugging the keyboard and mouse wires from the socket would make the user go bonkers for sometime. I don't know much about the computer labs of the present generation students.

You can share your lab memories in the comment section.

Happy Birthday Thalivaa!

December 12 2010

You are my Idol, May this B'day brings you peace and joy. Love you  Thalivaa!

To the perfect couple

December 11 2010

Wishing you a happy wedding anniversary Anna & Anni 

Criminal Protection act

December 10 2010

For those who do not know, I would like to remind that this blog is strictly copy-right and copy-left protected under the Corporate and Criminal Protection act. This act was jointly cleared by Suresh Kalmadi and Mr.Nithyanandha(Ranjitha's fiancee). So if you wish to forward any of my posts, please provide the URL of this page.

DO NOT IGNORE THIS. Last week my friend ignored what I said and in five minutes he had a crow shit on his head. So save your heads now!! Forward this to everybody you know and enjoy the following benefits .

50+ forwards : You will no longer get caught by your parents while trying to flirt with the girl/guy.

40+ forwards : Guys, your friend's girlfriend will kiss you within the next one week. Girls, the guy you love will stop flirting with other girls.

30+ forwards : You will meet the love of your life in the next one hour. Please move out of your home and walk around your street to experience this reality in your life. Make sure that your dad's friend doesn't catch you walking around in streets.

20+ forwards : You will get married in exactly one year from today. After one year, if you are still unmarried, please forward this to 20 + friends.

10+ forwards : You will go on a dream date!! (Remember to sleep well)

1-10 forwards : Guys, you will get a chance to take a Hot Girl for a ride on your bike. Girls! Please make your younger brother to sit between you and the guy to prevent damages.

0 forwards : Guys, you will be slapped, cussed, by a girl, her mother and father and you will also be punched in your groin by a three year old kid. Girls, Your boyfriend will ditch you. Remember! No one will charge your mobile phone and give you free lifts on the bike/car.

-Pepsi boy ( The forward idea was copied from a mail forward )