Monday, December 19, 2005

One paragraph that explains Life

Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS .
From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed:
"Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?
To this Arthur Ashe replied: The world over -- 5 crore children start playing tennis, 50 lakh learn to playtennis, 5 lakh learn professional tennis, 50,000 cometo the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reachWimbeldon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, When Iwas holding a cup I never asked GOD "Why me?". And today in pain I should not be asking GOD "Why me?" Happiness keeps u Sweet, Trials keep u Strong, Sorrow keeps u Human, Failure Keeps u Humble, Success keeps u Glowing, But only God Keeps u Going.....

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Tabla-The Food beat

venue:Kukatpally
restuarant:Tabla,Multi Cuisine.Veg cum Non-Veg

Can you imagine a silver blue brook without a sound of ripple?
Have you thought of monsoon with no punctuation of rumble of thunder?
Can u imagine passing of minutes without the tick of clock go by?

Welcome to Tabla,the 13th century percussion instrument of Indian classical music from traditional,contemporary to post modern.Precursory to fusion of world music featuring awesome array of drums.symbals,gorgs,bells and customised sound effects.
This is Tabla,the food beat for you.A Crescendo.Nice Ambience with soft music ringing in ears.
From subtle to overdue,it has everything.

We went there on a cold evening.Wow!!There is a tiny kid's space.oops,Iam not a kid.
starters like french fry,Cheese tomato soup was yummy!Slurp;),Stuffed kulcha with kolapoori ,Malai kofta tasted good too. Must try that:)
Overall a warm welcome and kind gesture.It is indeed a food beat for you.Tried eating pot kulfi,tooti frooti icecream,some hot icecream err dont remember exactly {a bit roasted type}.Flipped the menu card for knowing few Non-Vegetarian dishes names too :).Lol.Not ate them though.
A place to indulge the inner epicurean for sure.A good place for gourmands.

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Sunday, December 04, 2005

Slam the book!

End of grade 10,12,UG,PG...mmm farewell party reminds you of something??...all folks out here have one exercise which is to be done to make fellow folks happy.That's filling the enteries In the Sham err Slam Book.With my UG coming to an end in sometime this exercise is to be done by me aswell.Wheww!Iam not against this coz may be even i have to get one for myself too.
Whenever i fill in enteries in my friend's slam books,which I do due to great perseverance on their part,I really break my head over questions that i can never find answers to.I know the whole thing is basically supposed to be a fun exercise,but I always end up mulling over the questions and trying desperately to put my pen on paper wondering why this torture is inflicted upon close and loved ones.I attimes goof up things trying to be "creative" or rather landing up filling weird answers. huh?.With great difficulty i chuck out of my mind with beautiful and intelligent answers like "keep your nose out","cut your smile","mind your business"{right under their nose verbally!!:P} and many more of the kind for the fear of sounding rude and stop myself from filling in blanks that ask for address with "home" so as not to sound cliched and silly!giving a "tongue-in-cheek" reply.

No end to it
And don't ask me what unholy thoughts pass through my mind when
i am asked to fill in favourite food/dress/drink/actor/actress/shoes/plant/tree/
fruit/vegetables/perfumes/restuarant/date details and what have you...! Brain scratching for me :D
At once a flash of kindergarten learning comes to mind recollecting of
vegetables and fruits :P
Talk about favouritism!the end is listlenessness.Oops!I mean the list is endless!Get my point?Hey don't think iam being snobbish.Look at it realistically,aren't slam books actually meant for keeping track of friends,getting to know how they feel about you and in what aspects do they like to see you as an improved person?
Don't you think it will be more fun to have your friend writing about you and qualities which they like/dislike in you,which they admire or detest?Not only will you enjoy reading it,your friends will also find it great fun! At the end of it all,you'll know what you will have to do to make yourself a a better person and a great friend.After all,friendship standness for frankness,fun and frolic.Doesn't it?If iam asked the question whether i would get one for myself,:-/..pssst may be i will be knowing their "whereabouts"/contact or E-mail ID's.Otherwise nothing else.Personally I would ask them to tell me the quality which they admire or abhor in me.
After a hiatus abck to Blogging!.This post just struck me with farewell party gonna be hosted by our juniors in a month or two.Shall try coming up with a good idea once iam bombarded with filling in many slam books.Oops iam not a celebrity you see ;)
Slam that book!It's a sham.
P.S.:The weirdest stuff i ever posted.Sounds wacky.Tried my hand at a non-serious stuff for the first time an urge for an inclination towards wit and comedy,turned out to be very bad rather than hilarious.Hope the Emoticons doesnt irk anyone :). Please do comment...hahah waiting!!!!!

Inspiring story :)


One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my Spirituality... I wanted to quit my life.I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. "God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" His answer surprised me..."Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied."When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo." He said."In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit." He said."Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.

"It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive". I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle." He said to me."Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots?""I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you.""Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful.""Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high""How high should I rise?" I asked."How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return."As high as it can?" I questioned"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."I left the forest and bring back this story. I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.He will never give up on you!

"Failures are more finely etched in our minds than triumphs and success is an elusive,
if not mythic goal in our society" .
Remember there are some defeats that are more triumphant than victories and the ultimate measure of a man not where he stands in moments of comfort and convinience,but where he stands at times of challenges and controveries.If one is falling off a cliff they have nothing to lose,but have atleast reached it. Success does come after umpteen hurdles and the pinnacle of failure implies arrival of success Think of yourself as an incadescent power illuminated and perhaps talked to by God and his messengers .

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Howz this !!:)


A man arrived home from work to find his dog with his neighbour's pet rabbit in his mouth.The man man grabbed the rabbit from the dog but the pet was clearly dead.Terrified by what the neighbour would think,he took the bedraggled corpse indoors,gave it a bath,blow-dried its fur and put it back into the cage in his neighbour's garden.That way,he hoped that his neighbour would think the rabbit had simply died ofnatural causes.

A few days later,the neighbour leaned over the garden fence and said:
"Did you know that Fluffy had died?"
"Oh,no,"said the man,playing ignorant.
"It was really strange,"continued the neighbour."We fond him dead in his cage,the day after we buried him in the garden,someone dug him up.They gave him a bath and put him back in his cage.How sick can people get!

Longest laugh ever had after reading it!!hahaha :D .But poor Fluffy :(
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Non Violence

Dr.Arun Gandhi,grandson of M.K.Gandhi and founder of M.K Gandhi Institute of Non-Violence,in his June 9 lecture at the University of Puerto Rico,shared the following story of "Non-violence in parenting" :I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban,South Africa,in the middle of the sugar plantations.We were deep in the country and had no neighbours,so my two sisters and I would look forward to town to visit friends or go to the movies.
One day,my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference,and I jumped at the chance.Since I was going to town my Mother gave me a list of groceries she needed,and since I had all day in town,my father asked me to take care of several pending chores,such as getting car serviced.When I dropped my father off that morning,he said,'I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m..and we will go home together.'After hurriedly completing my chores,I went straight to the nearest movie theatre.I got engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that i forgot the time.It was 5:30 p.m., before I remembered.By the time I ran to the garage and got the car and hurried to where my father was waiting for me,it was 6:00.He anxiously asked me,"Why were you late?' I was so ashamed of telling him that i was watching a John Wayne western movie that I said "The car wasn't ready,soI had to wait",not realising that he has already called the garage.When he caught me with the lie,he said:"There's something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn't give you the confidence to tell me the truth.In order to figure out where I went wrong with you,I'm going to walk home 18 miles and think about it.'

So,dressed in his suit and dress shoes,he began to walk home in the dark on mostly uppaved,unlit roads.I couldn't leave him,so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie I uttered.I decided then and there that I was not going to lie again.I often think about that episode and wonder if he had punished me the way we punish our children,whether I would have learnt a lesson at all.I don't think so.I would have suffered the punishment and gone on doing the same thing.But this single Non-violence action was so powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday.That is the power of Non-Violence."
This is one of the stories very close to me and moved me a lot.
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God exist!!!

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut. As the barber began to work, they began to have conversation.They talked about so many things and various subjects.When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists.""Why do you say that?" asked the customer."Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.I can't imagine a loving a God who would allow all of these things.

"The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist.""How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!""No" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be nobody with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.""Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens, is, people do not come to me. ""Exactly" - affirmed the customer. "That's the point God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him.That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world.

BE BLESSED & BE A BLESSING

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Red Heering

Red Herring
Description of Red Herring:A Red Herring is a fallacy in which an irrelevant topic is presented in order to divert attention from the original issue. The basic idea is to "win" an argument by leading attention away from the argument and to another topic.
Finance:A preliminary prospectus,subject to amendment for an issue of security:from the notice printed on the front in ink.

This sort of "reasoning" has the following form:
1. Topic A is under discussion.
2. Topic B is introduced under the guise of being relevant to topic A (when topic B is actually not relevant to topic A).
3. Topic A is abandoned. This sort of "reasoning" is fallacious because merely changing the topic of discussion hardly counts as an argument against a claim.

Examples of Red Herring# "We admit that this measure is popular. But we also urge you to note that there are so many bond issues on this ballot that the whole thing is getting ridiculous.
# "Argument" for a tax cut:"You know, I've begun to think that there is some merit in the Republican's tax cut plan. I suggest that you come up with something like it, because If we Democrats are going to survive as a party, we have got to show that we are as tough-minded as the Republicans, since that is what the public wants.
# "Argument" for making grad school requirements stricter:
"I think there is great merit in making the requirements stricter for the graduate students. I recommend that you support it, too. After all, we are in a budget crisis and we do not want our salaries affected."

Very smart one indeed!!!

An Indian walks into a New York City bank and asks to see the loan
officer.

He says he is going to Europe on business for two weeks and Needs to borrow $5,000. The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for such a loan, so the man hands over the keys of a new Rolls Royce parked on the street in front of the bank. Everything is
checked out, and the bank agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. An employee drives the Rolls into the bank's underground garage and parks it there.

Two weeks later, the man returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41. The loan officer says, "We are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you
out and found that u are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is why would you bother to borrow just $5,000?"

The Indian replied," Where else in New York can I park my car for two weeks for 15 bucks?"

"Indians don't do different things but they do things differently".
Very sharp one indeed.Liked this mail which i got through my clique.

The Loss of a loved one:(

There was this faint crying sound which I vividly remember.Had a peep through the window.It was a small puppy,brownish in color,standing near the gate sniffing the ground.Where did it come from?May be it got lost or the Mother had gone away leaving it to look after itself or someone who did not want it got it here and left. So small,good-looking,bright .Just not like any other dog who roamed the streets in the neighbourhood..A stray dog-unloved,un-cared for,hungry,cold,lonely and chased by everyone.
My heart melted at once for the thought of this puppy growing into a stray dog.I went back home,brought some milk and through the grill of the gate offered it by placing a small bowl.The puppy moved back,trembling in fear,its stringy tail struck behind its twiggy hind legs.The eyes rolled,showing whites-indicating fears.I moved back.Now it stopped moving and eyed suspiciously.Small encouraging sounds were made by clicking the tongue.Now the tail came out and it wagged it once or twice hesitantly.Its nose twitched up at the smell of the milk and the small brown eyes brightened up.Now I held my hand forward,holding a small piece of bread this time ,so as not to frighten it again,held it up.The puppy moved forward and took the bread,moving its head back chewed it hurriedly and swallowed it,its throat working up and down convulsively.Then another piece,then another until two full slices were over.It stopped eating and looked with what resembled like a grin,the tail wagging fast!It was Mongrel and we named it Tommy.
I was elated at once and patted the puppy’s head.The puppy jumped,licked the hand and now we w ere friends.Whatever I spoke,it kept wagging its tail asthough it has understood everything.
Someone slowly made it stay at a corner at home because my Dad was very apprehensive to keep it with us.Luckily could move him and was convinced a bit.It was so innocent and unaware of everything.I again went near the puppy with a bowl of milk. ”Puppy is after me”,I thought ,as it lapped hurriedly.As it drank the bowl scrapped on the floor,moving further and further with every lick,with the puppy pursuing it relentlessly.Finally the bowl was cleaned as though it was washed.
It barked happily basking in joy engulfying my inner nerves.It was a state of ecstasy.The puppy followed almost till the road end,tripping joyfully along, as though I were the owner while I was going to school.I was asked if it was my puppy,I proudly said Yes.Slowly got very attached to it and my day never ended without spending sometime talking to it and playing.My best pal at home.Had greatest and finest moments with it.It had been 6 years now.Fully grown yet shy and so fearful by nature it was,but projected as though it was really majestic to all new people who came home.Curd rice was staple food for it and always ensured that I leave a bowl of rice for giving it.
The very thought that its health was deteriorating went without my notice as I was involved in my cousin’s marriage.It died in my absence when I was away makes me feel bad.So lovely,caring doggie it was.Won the hearts of everyone in 6 long years.For 2 long days I was missing and longed to see.But the moment I went home I was told it died somewhere on the road.”Miss U Doggie” .My Mom,Dad and me love you so much.I wish I had seen you for the last time.I don’t know if I can shower the same amount of love on any other dog,may be I cannot for the fear of losing.It had left an indelible impression in me and luckily have its snap taken sometime back.It’s mild barking sound still reverberates in my ears and its innocent looks still clear in my mind.My eyes have almost been moist now and this post is to render my thanks for, it took care of my Mom and home when noone was there at home.Everytime when I look at the bowl it reminds me of it.
It’s indeed difficult to sense the pain of someone whom whom u love very much.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Friends For Ever!!!


“Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends”,quipped Jacques Delili.As we grow up and form preferences,we develop definite idea on what should determine our friendship.
One can be good friends with one’s own parents,bros and sis.Cousins generally make up suitable friends as they belong to the family but we are not too closely related and so have objectivity and detachment.
Intelligence and good judgement is what makes a valuable friend and he is one who has interests at heart.Though rivalry and healthy competition are desirable among friends,jealousy has no place in this wonderful friendship.It does not help to have a friend who is not interested in studies or has bad habits for we are judged by the company we keep and bad habits are more contagious than deadly diseases.
Since friendship is such a cherished concept great writers have waxed eloquent about it.When friends have been timed and tested,”….grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel”,said Shakesphere.His play,Timon of Athens is a powerful story about the danger of being exploited by fair-weather friends or those who desert u in times of need.In the Merchant of Venice,Antonio not only pledges his wealth but even a pound of his flesh to help Bassanio.
Our epics and puranas too abound with stories of the true Friendship and the trap false friends can get into.

Some friendships are for a lifetime-they weather life’s strom and keep pace with moving wheels of Time.You might have heard your Father say,”When Vasu uncle and I were at college…..” now grey and balding,about the pranks played in the class or twit him about his then favourite film star.lasting friends are formed at school,continue through college and through the adult years.Sometimes they are even passed on to the next generation.

As in other spheres of life,friendship too has its golden rules.
Follow them sincerely and rewards will be great.
Choose a friend with care.
Remember the limits of sharing.
Too much sharing of material possessions can lead to friction.
Live within your means-whether it is your pocket money or later the money u can earn.Try not to borrow from friends-far more friendships have been lost that way than by any other.
Show care.Remember your friend’s birthday and send him a gift or a small card or wholehearted wishes.Better if you can make the card yourself.No gesture can touch the heart more as the time and labour spent by another in wishing u well.
Don’t hold back from a friend.The basis of friendship is openness and secretiveness is its bane.Also if your closefriend regards you quite trustworthy never spill the beans,that would be embarrassing for your friend.
Be steady in your friendship.Quality and not the number of friends you have matters.Flitting from one friend to another is not only unfulfilling but also shows you in poor light.Be wholehearted in your acceptance when your friend reaches out to you, and learn to keep an open mind.
We all have plus and minus points and just because your friend does not agree with you about something or does not live upto your expectations,it does not mean you should not give her a second or third chance in life.Remember your friend may have been disappointed with you,too because attimes there are vicissitudes in life.
We may lack material wealth and comforts,but in the company of good friends ,we can travel through life accompanied by laughter and sunshine,love and warmth.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Slip of the tongue?

The two characters,a lady and a doctor,whose names had the suffix of “Ism” in the English language were Mrs.Malaprop and Dr.Spooner.
Mrs.Malaprop was actually a character in Sheridan’s play entitled “The rivals” wherein she spoke a sentence:”She is as headstrong as an allegory on the banks of Nile”.The word "allegory" was used instead of the word “alligator”.Another one Dance a Flamingo,instead of "Flamenco".When using a difficult word and getting it wrong,and ridiculously misusing or pronouncing it,it is termed “Malapropism.”

In the case of Dr.Spooner he has the habit of having the intitial letters of words mixed up.The time-old example was:”An under-gratuate had hissed all the mistery lectures.” He wanted to say “missed all history lectures.”
Other examples of Spoonerism could be”
“It is a tip of the slung(slip of the tongue) and “Will you please take me?”(make tea).”
Mr.X took the town drain to Bangalore”(down train)

Life is a Game~~~Play it!!!

Life is a always like a game of chess,we play it with nature.Our mind and heart are the pawns and the prize is happiness.We have the first move and nature plays the counter-move.Our moves are choices and the counters are consequences.Interestingly,nature always wants us to win.But it’s we,who either reject it or postpone it.
Life is indeed a game.Play caustiously and be prudent in assigning priorities in life.Then life is simple.
“A rose given in life is always better than orchids in grave”.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

The Intangible & Amazing friendship


"Good friends are hard to find difficult to leave and impossible to forget".
Friends mean a loot in everyone's life and play a vital role too.They are the elixer of our lives that makes us go around,brightning our lives & bringing sparkle to our eyes.Have a good friend in life and life is like "Bed of roses".But a strain somewhere will make matters worse.It is a very fragile relation.When u have them u feel heaven but when u don't :(( .
Not only do friends awaken the best within us,they also arouse our sense of friendliness-A friend's friend is a friend(An enemy's enemy is friend too;) jk)
It is an absolutely unique relationship,strengthening with passage of time and withstanding all tests of time.Celebrated all over the world on First Sunday of August,the origin is unclear.The U.S Congress sanctioned National Friendship day in 1935 as a special day to honour and celebrate friendships.In 1997,the U.N named Winnie The Pooh as the world's Friendship Ambassador.

Deep down in every human heart is the need to serve the greater good.An intangible need to find a cause even as life renders its fulfilment difficult and impossible.
Bands with a cause:The belief that in some small way one could make a difference before some edge of reality intervenes.It is this insight that has provided the trigger for Bands-with-a-cause.Currently a hot rage,charity bands are like tribe marks of old.Members are united through the bands they have sported.An unspoken connection of oneness and solidarity was established and tribe recognised its own codes of communication. Symbols and signs united secret socities like the Free Masons and readers of The Davinci code aswell as the author Conan Doyle.
Every band supports a charity or a cause.The original cause band was sponsered by Nike and spotsman Lance Armstrong(ultimate!!) to support cancer.Each band sports a color that tells the cause and it has guiding principle etched on it.Yellow stands for fight against Cancer and its supporting guidance principle is Live Strong.The Live free,Smoke free band is orange in color and helps proclaim Anti-Smoking stance or personal fight against smoking.The Courage band is red and supports AIDS research.The black-and-white band helps to take a stand against Racism and for racial and cultural equality as the world slides back into intolerance.The tsunami relief band is aqua blue and has the words "One world,One cause" and there are many more.It is important to see whether the bands worn are real or not.But once worn,commitment is to be choosen.Wear it with a pride.It communicates non-verbally to any one who recognise it,that you care(Read this article).
Friendships are Stress buster.True friendships are not need based,they continue to thrive even when there is no need.Time spent with them uplifts mood,banishes the blues by pepping up our lives.It is a lifelong process. Have a true friend and there makes a difference.:)
This year was too good.Orkut invitation made me gain good friends.karthik,Sandeep,Rajeev{The trio very chirpy and lively friends},Kiran(a very understanding and modest person),Gangadhar(thanks for being such a gr88 friend){all of them my best orkut pals,lucky to know u ppl},Pavan kumar,Kesavan(another modest genius),Prasanna Hegde(my super senior,whom i could get in touch through orkut:)),Nirmal(a wonderful person),Arvind(a very nice dear friend),Vikram(u r great),Somprakash{all my close pals,who made a difference},Reena my sweet coll junior,Viji and Vidya my sweet orkut sisters ,Pattie the elixer(love u and ur care for friends:)) and many more ..thanku friends.U made me feel special and brought the best of me and above all have been so good to me.{"You people think iam a good egg even though iam slightly cracked"}.I owe a lot to u people and hope i shall remain in touch as long as possible.Thanks for all the testimonials i am given.Iam honoured really.Special thanks to Mashek(:(()&Sandeep(childhood friends whom i can never forget my 15 yrs of association),my school friends Revathi,Shweta(Gonna become Dr.Shweta,the only girl who opted medicine in my network),my Inter collegemate Meenkshi(a wonderful and caring girl with whom i spent loveliest years of my life).Engg mates Swathi,Priya(i have no words to say about u the ultimate!!),Poornima,Madhavi,Mahathi(who has been a good listener and an excellent friend one can bank upon in tuff times) ,Vinayak,Raghuttham(spl. thanks it is thru u i got the invitation :)),Venkatesh,Vauhini deedhi(more a friend than my sister)and all others.Just incase i forgot to mention ur names iam sorry,might be out of my mind while blogging.I owe to all my friends by whose grace iam to this extent.I wish u people all the very best in ur future endeavours and great grand success in life and career.
All u friends are jigsaw puzzle in my life,each one having a special role and i cannot lose any of u.All you people mean a loot and make a difference.Thanks a ton.Merci beaucoup :)
Dear friends "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched.They must be felt with the heart".Truth and tears clear the way to Deep and everlasting friendship.It is never serene.
Love u all :)

nicest ones ever seen!!!

tension free
Smileys

Happy Independence day!!!





Happy Independence Day!!!
I salute all the great people who sacrificed their lives for our country :)
Iam proud to be an Indian!!!!

Friday, August 12, 2005

Rainbow~The harbinger of happiness!!!:)

Once upon a time,The colors of the world Started to quarrel.All claimed they were the best,The most important,The most useful,the favourite.
"GREEN" said, "Clearly Iam the most important..... Iam the sign of life and of hope; I was chosen for graves,trees and leaves, Without me,all animals would die; Look over the countrysideAnd you will see that Iam in the majority."
"BLUE" interrupted, "You only think about Earth, But consider the sky and the sea... It is the water that is the basis of life And it is drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea; The sky gives space and peace and serenity, Without my peace,you would be nothing."
"YELLOW" chuckled, "you are all serious... I bring laughter,gaiety,and warmth into the world,The sun,the moon and the stars are all yellow; Every time you look at a sunflower, The whole world starts to smile, Without me there would be no fun."
"ORANGE" started next to blow her trumpet...."Iam the color of health and strength,I may be scarce,but I am preciousFor serve the needs of human life,I carry the most important vitamins;Think of carrots,pumpkins,oranges and mangoes,I Don't hang around al the time,But when I do,I do fill the sky at sunrise or sunset,My beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you."
"RED" could stand it no longer and he shouted out... "Iam the ruler of all of you! Iam the blood...life's blood;Without me,the earth would be as empty as the moon, Iam the color of passion and of love,The red rose,the poinsettia and poppy."
"PURPLE" rose up to his full height,He was very tall and spoke with a great pomp... "Iam the color of royalty and pomp,Kings,chiefs,and bishops have always chosen me,for iam the sign of authority and wisdom,People do not question me!They listen and obey."
Finally "INDIGO" spoke,Much more quietly than all others,But with just as much determination.."Think of me.Iam the color of silence.You hardly notice me, But without ,e you all become superficial;I represent thought and reflection,twilight and deep water,You need me for balance and contrast,for prayer and inner peace."
And so the colors went on boasting,Each convinced of his or her own superiority.Their quarreling became louder and louder.Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightning! Thunder rolled and boomed!Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors crounched down in fear,Drawing close to one another for comfort.
In the midst of the clamor,"RAIN" began to speak...."You foolish colors,fighting amongst yourselves,Each trying to dominate the rest;Don't you know that you were each made for a special purpose,unique and different?Join hands with one another and come to me."
Doing as they were told,the colors united and joined hands. The rain continued,"from now on,when it rains,Each of you will stretch across the sky In a great blow of color as a reminder That you can all live in peace."The rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow."
And so,whenever a good rain washes the world,and a Rainbow appears in the sky,let us remember to appreciate one another.There is something very SPECIAL in each and every one of us.We have all been gifted with the ability to make a DIFFERENCE
If we can become AWARE of that GIFT,we gain through the STRENGTH of our VISION,that is the POWER to SHAPE THE FUTURE.

Rainbow indeed is the harbinger of happiness filling life with its splendid colors and charm :).Just a look at it will give all solace believe me.It definitely rev up the spirits and boosts confidence and quadraples happiness.Hope this post makes a good reading.It is one of the niceseseseset thing i ever got to get.Don't miss to have a glimpse of Rainbow the next time.I have been an admirer of the rain and the rainbow and here is an instance of it:)
Catch u Friends here very soon
Happy reading and blogging
Cheers...!!!

Monday, August 08, 2005

Celebrating the Monsoon


Monsoon in India comes laden with a myriad moods and connotations,poetry,floods,fertility art and affection woven in the colors of Rainbow.It is a time when the sky is heavily overcast and rolls of thunder growl threateningly and its grippling aura suggests a sombre depth.
When it rains there is sheer of joy.The pall of gloom that has enveloped disappears totally rejuvenating spirits.It welcomes festivals after the somnolent summers with a sense of elation engulfying inner nerves and perking up my senses.
Raining cats and dogs??not the whacky movie where cats & dogs slug it out with eachother remainding of the war of worlds in a way.
Iam not talking about the torrential rains that brought shudders to Mumbaikars leaving melancholic and damp neither the sapping humidity.This is all about rain that has been falling from skies now that South West monsoon has firmly ensconced itself .

If you are peeking at the incessant pitter patter from a window struck high you really are not doing anything to celebrate.Get off that high rise and get your feet all squelchy in the mud.
If there are hundred other things that have taken the joy away from singing in the rain,there are still plenty of ways to enjoy the bliss.It brings Halcyon moments to me.
For starters,there's the great weather.it's a gorgeous day with pleasant,sharp showers late in the afternoon.Flooded roads are a strict no-no.
Finding a clean puddle in the middle of a green-as-ever park and wade through or shaking a tree and njoying the dew..Given roadside icecreams,kulfi on one end or panipuri,peanuts roasted over hot open fire coupled with nothing else tasting like Irani masala chai or home made one with chirpy old friends striding lanquidly when it is pitterpattering outside you need nothing more.keep chills at bay trying rain-walk .

Here's how-umbrella rolled up,arms akimbo,making paperboats perhaps watching it move slowly in the tiny waves.after the rain stops watch the dusk,The Sun set in hiding with dark clouds around dominating and waiting eagerly to watch if there arrives rainbow to fill the sky with colors intimating the stop of rain.Early morning drizzle with sonorous voice of birds that herald spring sound's great as well.After all this cuddle up by the window read a favourite book slouching on the rocking chair with a nice music tuned,with pet doggy beside you or watching TV flicking the remote and surfing the channel or a blissful sleep.I would rather love spending time alone gazing the sky or enjoying the mild music by Wind Chimes when there is a mild breeze.

Be safe,have fun.
There is more to life than being huddled in the rain-coat.welcome it with a cheerful smile and when it is drizzling try drenching :)
Rain is indeed a wonderful blessing.Experience it yourself and you will know better.Its my time to say now "Rain,Rain come again not so little me want to play"

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Corn Club~~~my unusual Saturday

This Saturday was quite awesome and eventful for me!!!i thought i lost consistency in updating my blog but was wrong. iam again here to add charm to moi blog:)
njoyed having chat with couple of my close friends having funtime in the afternoon and then with another close friend of mine.all said and done after making some self cooked recipe was allset to leave to my sis dearest Vauhini's place.was Amazing!!!
meeting her n BIL after a real looong time n afterall "home is where the heart is".it is real heaven in my terms.such a peaceful place,giving me umpteen solace with all greenery and fine breeze and ofcourse hospitable people what more do i need.on the way while going it was drizzling and me njoying lil bit of drenching...it revs up my spirit.
finally after a 1 1/2 hr of journey to Nizampet & endless traffic jam in the peak time reached there.
i had many things in my mind to do after i reach there.My sis is like my best friend more than a sister,precisely Hutch Dog:).was discussing abt Friendship day n stuff..i still remember me n my BIL had a tiny argument loong ago on whether is it really necessary to have all these Mother's,Father's day and all..he opined this is all for the sale of cards spread by galleries and there is no point in specifically showing how much we care for friends and relations on a particular day.well i thought for a while then i said "u cannot give or show care for ppl who care for u daily".it is the day where u express ur feeling thru some means..hence the celebration.it really makes them feel special and how they matter to us. token of gratitude it is:)....digressed
gave flying visit to the Lord Balaji temple in the Bhavya's Anandam apts(the apts where they reside),very peaceful and nice temple and not forgetting to take the prasadam "pulihora" (yummy my favo Andhra tamarind rice rocks..uncomparable)from them n quick visit to another rels. was hinting papa to be out quick my mind being somehwere.
again came back to sis place in I block from rels place in F block
watttta surprise "Aloo paratha's" ,samolina payasam were to be made...me kinda helped her..literally gorged it :),more commenting and glib talking with min help max eating business startegy obvi..i was cautious enuf to eat a lil thou wanted to devour them literally.
had been pestering her that we all shud make it up to "Corn Club" in the vicinity..we did go.me,papa in one Activa and sis BIL in another. vrooooom kinda pillion riding:))!!!

wheewww!!amazing ambience set there.all shades of corn color..mild yellow green with nice music.gave us a hearty welcome.thou a small place was nice indeed.was shocked to see the menu card.SLURP!!!all corn based only(as the restaurant name itself suggests).even the oil used is corn oil.Corn meals,corn samosa,corn Hotdog,corn ragada,corn soup{err no corn flakes,popcorns n corn payasam rescued :P!!!},corn save puri,corn fried rice to name a few!!i was flabbergasted @once.still wid my sis help ordered Baby Corn fingers,corn samosa,corn sandwich and corn franky.even the sauce was of corn:)).she is a regular customer afterall;),there was a discussion on how these were made but i was least bothered..eating was my prime criteria and if it tasted good nothing else matters to me.glutton out there.
was quite relishing,enticing and superb..i was kinda scolding(pyaar se) my sis for making me eat so many parathas which made me eat very lil of all these...somehow being a real gourmand managed to eat.how do i forget not to have icecreams which is a "quintesential" for me everywhere(taken for granted,an integral part of moi life).my sis was have a nice time asking me to eat everything inspite of knowing that my saturation reached...LOL,was pulling my leg obvo!!still ordered Kesar Pista and Pista Badam icecream with dollop of nuts(more to irk her and shell money and less of eating).Afterall "icecream is so divine".anytime anywhere iam ready and if it is raining then double maaza for me
it was almost 10 bythen.we had plan of going to the Titan showroom but in vain.it wud have been closed(since i have to buy one for me else least matters if it is closed or open)..too late actually.still i wanted my papa gave a stare.so half hearted set,returned home..was kinda excited to get a watch but guess have to wait and watch for THE WATCH sometime :((

never mind i had a nice time with my people and thanku deedhi and attim for such a pretty,
fa(u)ntastic treat..was really a kind gesture from u ppl and wud luv to pay visits to cornclub often heheh..purse shud never go on diet afterall:)) shud be Obese:P always
u matter a lot to me dear. very spl one to me who had understood the "real me"
i shall signout as a caterpillar and be back as a butterfly flapping wings on the lazy weekend but would not throw the cocoon out
today is Friendship day so makkal "Happy Friendship day" to all..stay happy and make other's happy and "Live In Full Enjoyment and live it to the fullest" :)
expect a couple of posts soon.
till then happy blogging!!!! and have a fun filled,prodigious,jubilant sunday!!!!
albidaa friends

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Powered by intellect driven by values!!!Infy rocks

He was short. He was sharp. He was the brightest boy in his class. His seniors would ask him to solve their difficulties in Science. He could have go unnoticed in the crowd, but once you asked him a question relatedto Physics or Maths, there was a spark in his eyes. Hecould Grasp theories of Science faster than the speedof light. He came from a poor but educated family. Hisfather was a high-school teacher and an avid reader ofenglish literature. He, like all the boys int he classwas trying to get admission into some engineeringcollege. The brighter ones wanted to study in heIndian Institutes of Technology, or the IIT's. Therewas an entrance test for IIT.T his boy, along with hisfriends applied to appear for the test. They did nothave any special books or coaching. All these IITaspirants would sit below the shade of a stone mantapclose to chamundi hills in the sleepy town of Mysore.He was a guide for others. While the others struggled to solve problems in the question paper,he would smileshyly and solve them in no time. He sat below a treeand dreamt of studying at IIt.He ! was then onlysixteen years old. D-Day came.He came to Bangalore, stayed withsome relatives and appeared for the entrance test. Hedid very well but would only say "OK" when asked. Itwas the opposite when it came to food...."OK" impliedbad, "good" implied ok, and "very good" implied good!!His principle was never to hurt anyone.... The IIt entrance resutls came. He had passedwith flying colors and the hightest rank. He wasthrilled! He went to his father who was reading anewspaper. "ANNA,I have passed the exam" "WEll done, My Boy". "I want to join IIT". His father stopped reading the paper. He lifted hishead, Looked at the boy and said with a heavy voice"You know our financial position, and i cannot afford your expenses at IIT. You can stay in Mysore and learnas much as you want. "His father was sad that he hadto tell the bitter truth, but it could not be helped. The teenager was dissappointed. He was so nearto fulfilling his fondest dream ,yet so far.His heartsank in sorrow. He did not reply. He never shared his unhappineswith anyone. He was an introvert by nature. His heartwas bleeding but he did not get angry with anyone. The day came, his classmates were leaving formadras(today called chennai).They were leaving fromMysore to chennai. They had shared good years atschool and he went to wish them good luck for theirfuture. At the station his friends were already there.They were excited and discussing their new hostels,newcourses etc. So he stood there silently. One of hisfriends noticed and said "You should have made it" He did not reply .He just wished them. He stoodthere even after he could no longer see the train orthe waving hands. It was June 1962 in the mysore city.Yet he stood there motionless. He said to himslef ,without anger or jealously,"All students from the IIT's study well and do bigthings in life. But it is not the institution,ultimately it is you and you alone who can changeyour life by hard work". This son of a school teacher became a pioneer ofIndia's software industry.He is none other thanInfosys founder and present Chairman ,NarayanaMurthy.His motto being ,"Powered by intellect ,Drivenby Values".

This extract was quite impressive and i felt must be read by u people.let me know if u like this kinda stuff so that i can send u some moreRead on....Sudha Murthy, author and wife of Infosys Chairman Narayana Murthy, tellsthestory of how Infosys was born and how her life has changed... yetremainedvery much the same.I was in Pune that I met Narayana Murthy through my friend Prasanna, who isnow the Wipro chief, who was also training in Telco. Murthy was shy,bespectacled and an introvert. When he invited us for dinner, I was abit taken aback... I refused since I was the only girl in the group. ButMurthy was relentless and we all decided to meet for dinner the next day at7.30 pm at Green Fields Hotel on Pune's Main Road. The next day, I went there atseven since I had to go to the tailor near the hotel. And what do I see?Mr. Murthy waiting in front of the hotel and it was only seven. Till today, Murthy maintains that I had mentioned (consciously!) that I would begoingto the tailor at seven, so that I could meet him... And I maintain thatIdid not say any such thing, consciously or subconsciously, because I didnot think of Murthy as anything other than a friend at that stage. We haveagreed to disagree on this matter.Soon, we became friends. Our conversations were filled with Murthy'sexperiences abroad and the books that he had read. My friends insistedthat Murthy was trying to impress me because he was interested in me. I kept denying it till one day, after dinner, Murthy said, I want to tell yousomething. I knew this was it. It was coming. He said, I am 5'4" tall. Icome from a lower middleclass family. I can never become rich. You arebeautiful, bright, and intelligent and you can get anyone you want. Butwill you marry me? I asked him to give me some time.When I went to Hubli, I told my parents about Murthy and his proposal.My mother was positive since Murthy was also from Karnataka, seemedintelligent and came from a good family. But my father asked, "What's his job, his salary, his qualifications, etc?" Murthy was working as a researchassistantand earning less than me. He was willing to go Dutch with me on ouroutings.My parents agreed to meet him in Pune on a particular day at 10 amsharp. Murthy did not turn up. How can I trust a man to take care of mydaughter ifhe cannot keep an appointment, asked my father. At 12 noon, Murthy turned upin a bright red shirt! He had gone on work to Bombay, got stuck in a trafficjam in the ghats, so he hired a taxi (though it was very expensive for him)to meet his would-be father-in-law. Father was unimpressed.He asked Murthy what he wanted to become in life. Murthy said he wantedto become a politician in the Communist Party and wanted to open anorphanage.My father gave his verdict. No. I don't want my daughter to marrysomebodywho wants to become a communist and then open an orphanage when he himselfdoesn't have money to support his family.By this time, I realized I had developed a liking towards Murthy, whichcould only be termed as love. I wanted to marry him because he was anhonestman. I promised my father that I would not marry Murthy without hisblessings, though at the same time, I would not marry anybody else. Myfather said he would agree if Murthy promised to take up a steady job.But Murthy refused, saying he would not do things in life because somebodywanted him to. I was caught between the two most important people in mylife. The stalemate continued for three years, during which our courtship took us to every restaurant and cinema hall in Pune.Murthy was always broke. (Ironically, today, he manages InfosysTechnologiesLtd, one of the world's most reputed companies.) He always owed memoney. Weused to go for dinner and he would say, I don t have money with me, you paymy share, will return it to you later. For three years, I maintained a bookof Murthy's debts to me. No, he never returned the money and I finally toreit up after our wedding. The amount was a little over Rs.4,000. During this period, Murthy quit his job as a research assistant and started his ownsoftware business.Towards the late'70s computers were entering India in a big way. At thefagend of 1977, Murthy decided to take up a job as General Manager at PatniComputers in Bombay. But before he joined the company, he wanted tomarry mesince he was to go on training to the US after, joining. My father gaveinas he was happy Murthy had a decent job, now. We were married inMurthy'shouse in Bangalore on February 10, 1978, with only our two familiespresent.I got my first silk sari. The wedding expenses came to only Rs 800, withMurthy and I pooling in Rs 400 each.I went to the US with Murthy after marriage. He encouraged me to seeAmericaon my own, because I loved traveling. I toured America for three monthswitha backpack. In 1981,Murthy wanted to start Infosys. Initially, I wasveryapprehensive about him getting into business. We were living acomfortablelife in Bombay with a regular paycheck and I didn't want to rock theboat.But Murthy was passionate about creating good quality software. Idecided tosupport him. Typically for Murthy, he had a dream and no money. So Igavehim Rs 10,000 which I had saved for a rainy day without his knowledgeandtold him, this is all I have. Take it. I will take care of the financialneeds of our house. You go and chase your dreams. But you have onlythreeyears!Murthy and his six colleagues started Infosys in 1981. In 1982, I leftTelcoand moved to Pune with Murthy. We bought a small house on loan, whichalsobecame the Infosys office. I was a clerk-cum-cook-cum-programmer. I alsotook up a job as Senior Systems Analyst with the Walchand group ofIndustries to support the house.In'83, Infosys got their first client, MICO, in Bangalore. Murthy movedtoBangalore and stayed with his mother, while I went to Hubli to delivermysecond child, Rohan. Ten days after my son was born, Murthy left for theUSon project work. I saw him only after a year - my son had infantileeczema.It was only after Rohan received all his vaccinations that I came toBangalore where we rented a small house in Jayanagar and rented anotherhouse as Infosys headquarters. Nandan Nilekani and his wife Rohinistayedwith us. While Rohini babysat my son, I wrote programmes for Infosys. There was no car, no phone, just two kids and a bunch of us workinghard,juggling our lives and having fun while Infosys was taking shape. Thewivesof other partners too, gave their unstinting support. We all knew thatourmen were trying to build something good.Murthy made it very clear that it would either be me or him working atInfosys. Never the two of us together. He did not want a husband andwifeteam at Infosys. I was shocked since I had the relevant experience andtechnical qualifications. He said, "Sudha if you want to work withInfosys,I will withdraw happily". I was pained to know that I would not beinvolvedin the company my husband was building and that I would have to give upajob that I was qualified to do and loved doing.Then, I realized that to make Infosys a success, one had to give 100 percent. One had to be focused on it alone, with no other distractions. Ifthetwo of us had to give 100 percent to Infosys, what would happen to ourhomeand our children? I opted to be a homemaker; after all, Infosys wasMurthy'sdream. It was a big sacrifice, but it was one that had to be made. Eventoday, Murthy says, "Sudha, I stepped on your career to make mine. Youareresponsible for my success."I might have given up my career for my husband's sake, but that does notmake me a doormat. Isn't freedom about living your life the way you wantit?What is right for one person might be wrong for another. It is up to theindividual to make a choice that is effective in her life. I believethatwhen a woman gives up her right to choose for herself, that is when shecrosses over from being an individual to a doormat. Murthy's dreams encompassed not only himself, but also a generation ofpeople. It was about creating something worthy, exemplary and honorable.Itwas about creation and distribution of wealth. His dreams were granderthanmy career plans, in all aspects. So, when I had to choose betweenMurthy'scareer and mine, I opted for what I thought was the right choice. We hadahome and two little children. Somebody had to take care of it all.Somebodyhad to stay behind to create a home base that would be fertile forhealthygrowth, happiness, and more dreams to dream. I became that somebodywillingly.I can confidently say that if I had had a dream like Infosys, Murthywouldhave given me his unstinted support. The roles would have been reversed.Weare not bound by the archaic rules of marriage. He does not intrude into mytime, especially when I am writing my novels. He does not interfere inmywork at the Infosys Foundation and I don't nterfere with the running ofInfosys. I teach computer science to MBA and MCA students at ChristCollegefor a few hours every week and I earn around Rs 50,000 a year. I valuethisfinancial independence greatly, though there is no need for me to pursueacareer. Murthy respects that. I travel the world without him, because hehates traveling. We trust each other implicitly. We have anotherunderstanding too. While he earns the money, I spend it mostly throughcharity.The Infosys Foundation was born in 1997 with the sole objective ofupliftingthe less-privileged sections of society. In the past three years, wehavebuilt hospitals, orphanages, rehabilitation centers, school buildings,science centres and more than 3,500 libraries. Our work is mainly in therural areas amongst women and children. I am one of the trustees of theFoundation, and our activities span six states. I travel to around 800villages constantly. Every year, we donate around Rs 5-6 crores. We runInfosys Foundation the way Murthy runs Infosys - in a professional andscientific way. Philanthropy is a profession and an art. It can be used or misused.Everyyear, we receive more than 10,000 applications for donations. Every day,Ireceive more than 120 calls. Amongst these, there are those whogenuinelyneed help and there are hoodwinkers too. Over the years, I have learnttodifferentiate the wheat from the chaff, though I still give all thecases apatient hearing. Sometimes, I feel I have lost the ability to trustpeople.I have become shrewder to avoid being conned. I think that is the pricethatI have to pay for the position I am in now.The greatest difficulty in having money is to teach your children itsvalue.Bringing up children in a moneyed atmosphere is a difficult task. Eventoday, I think twice if I have to spend Rs 10 on an auto when I can walktomy house. I cannot expect my children to do the same. They have seenmoneyfrom the time they were born. But we can lead by example.
When they seeMurthy wash his own plate after eating and clean the two toilets in thehouse every day they realize that no work is demeaning, irrespective ofhowrich you are. This doesn't mean we expect our children to live anausterelife.My children buy what they want, go where they want, but they have tofollowcertain rules. They have to show me bills for whatever they buy: Mydaughtercan buy five new outfits, but she has to giveaway five old ones. My soncango out with his friends for lunch or dinner, but we discourage him fromgoing to a five star hotel. Or we accompany him. My children haven'tgivenme any heartbreak. My daughter is studying abroad, my son in Bangalore.Theydon't use their father's name in vain. They only say that his name isMurthyand that he works for Infosys. They don't want to be recognized andappreciated because of their father or me, but for themselves.I don't feel guilty about having money, for we have worked hard for it.ButI don't feel comfortable flaunting it. It is a conscious decision on ourpart to live a simple, so-called middle class life. We live in the sametwo-bedroom, sparsely furnished house we lived in before Infosys becameasuccess. Our only extravagance is buying books and CDs. My house has nolockers for I have no jewels. I wear a pair of stone earrings, which Ibought in Bombay for Rs 100. I don't even wear my `mangalsutra` unless Ineed to attend some family functions or when I am with my mother-in-law.Five years ago, I went to Kashi, where tradition demands that you givesomething up. I gave up shopping. Since then, I haven't t bought myselfasari or gone shopping. I don't carry a purse and neither does Murthy,mostof the time. I borrow money from my secretary or my driver if I needcash.They know my habit, so they always carry extra cash with them. But Isettlethe accounts every evening. Murthy and I are very comfortable with ourlifestyle and we don't see the need to change it now that we have money.Murthy and I are two opposites that complement each other. Murthy issensitive and romantic in his own way. He always gifts e books addressed'From Me to You. Or' To the person I most admire' etc. We both lovebooks. Iam an extrovert and he is an introvert. I love watching movies andlisteningto classical music. Murthy loves listening to English classical music. Igoout for movies with my students and secretary every other week. I amtillyoung at heart. I really enjoyed watching 'Kaho Na Pyaar Hai'; I am aHithikRoshan fan. It has been more than 20 years since Murthy and I went for amovie. My daughter once gave us a surprise by booking ticketsfor'Titanic'.Since I had a prior engagement that day, Murthy went for the movie withhissecretary Pandu. I love traveling, whereas Murthy loves spending time athome.Friends come and go with the share prices. Even in my dreams, I did notexpect Infosys to grow the way it has. After Infosys went public in1993, webecame what people would call rich, moneyed people. Suddenly, you seeandhear about so much money: People talk about you. It was all-new to me. Have I lost my identity as a woman, in Murthy's shadow? No, I might beMrs.Narayana Murthy. I might be Akshata and Rohan's mother. I might bethetrustee of Infosys Foundation. But I am still Sudha. Like all women, Iplaydifferent roles. That doesn't mean we don't have our own identity. Womenhave that extra quality of adaptability and learn to fit into differentshoes. But we are our own selves still. And we have to exact our freedombymaking the right choices in our lives, dictated by us and not by theworld.

This mail i got it from my clique and was personally acknowledged by Narayan Murthy sir

Friday, July 15, 2005

Morning Raga


I was just surfing the channels to check the news at 9(it has been one yr since the kumbakonam incident happened.My heart aches when i remember that incident.one negligence somewhere costed those tiny tots lives).well some music somewhere made me put my remote aside and was elated to see that it's a movie.it was Morning Raga.casting ShabhanaAzmi,the female protoganist,Nasser,Thalaivasal vijay(Shabana's encouraging husband) and other's.... .Arka mediaworks production.the whole movie was well picturised whole movie revolves around village and the city.fantabulous classical music as the title itself suggests .excellent lip synchronization by artists!!!!
the story is quite simple .English-telugu one.it starts with a wonderful melodious song very pleasing to hear wherein Shabhana(swarna) forces her friend to accompany her to the concert in the city.
they all start their journey in bus with their kids Madhav and Abhinay respectively and fate has something else to tell.the bus hits a car,falls across a bridge and Shabana's son and her friend die.story moves post 20 yrs.
The story moves from West Godavari village to hyd(Charminar can be viewed well) .This movie made me see the beauty of Godavari.the greenery,pleasant atmosphere resembling kerala in many ways especially the backwaters
Abhinay desires to start a music group and her friend the female lead priyanka(name in the movie) helps him.they start their group wid two others one playing guitar and another drums. with Nasser,Abhi's father being skeptical about him opting for music rather than looking after the work in village.their group is named "Pratibimb".many a time they fail in their attempts but they never give up.he receives a Violin as a parcel from Shabhana(which she has been preserving as a token of her friend's love) and he realises how great a musician his mother was.He goes back to his native place and finds how great a singer her mother's friend is.he insists Shabhana to sing for his group because it was her long desire to sing for the concert(incident happening while she was going to the concert) but shabhana never wanted to go out from the city.it constantly remainded her of the tragic accident met and blames herself for her friend's death.
inspite of many insisting she doesn't turn up to the city to sing for the group.on the way the bridge reminded her the incident and starts screaming.But she always had the desire to help them.The only possibility was to call them to their place.they all turn up and priyanka learns music from her.she excels in learning.the incident binds all the three in the movie.it is priyanka's father who dies when the bus hits the car and he was drunk while driving
they make her realise it was not her fault atall.
They all get prepared to sing for the group and Shabhana too joins atlast and sings there for the sake of Abhinay.Pratibimb becomes a hit.it is a fusion of classical songs and western too.
the story has hilarious stuff aswell and worthwatching once.for music the movie receives 5/5.classical tunes are marvellous

the movie showed the innocence of villagers and their attitude towards city people.their Down to Earth and friendly nature.well portrayed cast and most of the credit goes to the playback singers and musicians
after a long time this was one movie i enjoyed watching after DCH,Hungama and Jhankar Beats.wonderful melody and nice rhythm

Morning raga Rocks!!!

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

My Best Friend's Bday














Title sounds like my best friend's wedding hahaha.
Today my day started with maximum enthu.was very elated
My Best friend Swathi's BDay.so was all excited to surprise her with gift.i was not keeping well but still pushed myself to college to make my friend's day special.
whew!!!real irony.she din't turn up to college.woke up late and missed the bus:(
Swathi very bad..missed u lotz.felt very desolated .

somehow dragged myself till evening.left from college.me and priya were waiting in Ameerpet for Swathi to turn up since a long time.my headache aggravated with an equal amount of cold and we were totally collapsed.thought we will leave.our resisitance power was subsiding.was raining heavily then.The overcast sky and incessant pitterpatter of rain.we were severely drenched.
i just love rains.just love drenching with a nice cuppa tea in hand and soft music around,making small paperboats and set it in the puddles.... but at the end of the day landup with cold and migraine and at the receiving end from my parents :(
later my another best buddy priya told me
"Vaishnavi ,Swathi said she is gonna give a treat in Dadu's".Something which i was not aware of :/ we called her up and we were told she left looong back.so opted to wait.we three are very close friends.in my terms My real DCH track!!!just proud of our friendship...was in nostalgia for sometime!!!
after 45 min of our waiting Swathi turned up
we forget everything and just rushed to her wishing her HAPPY BIRTHDAY with septillions of smiles,zillions of wishes on the way:).she was very happy.on cloud 9!!!this is her last Bday in college and we for a change thought of hanging out
soon hitched and got into bus.tried to contact another dear friend of our's but in vain.was too busy to catch him(vinayak iam to fire u in the college for not turning up ;).GONNA GET NICE BLACK AND BLUE FROM UR SIS ) somehow reached Dadu's.was a nice and pleasant placegave her gifts and made her feel special(i still remember on our way to college we pass through some bouquet shops and Archie's gallery and just think one day all these flowers,soft toys wud be our's.was in a pensive mood.after a lot of discussion and breaking our head with what to order and what to have we finally gave order for some chocochips and butterscotch pasteries,ras malai,paratha's,pav bhaji....yeppie!!!whew lip smacking
were enjoying ourselves truly.were cracking weird jokes,thinking of some of the funniest,stupidest things we did in college,the canteen banters,me a loggerhead for the window seat in the bus,the window shopping we did and above all Ragging juniors..lol.The pranks played and comments passed on lecturers (predominantly me the notorious one there) doing things hatke' .could not resist laughing .Didn't even bother who were around at all.heheh :D
nice songs were being played.from one of my favourite film Aashique.so amazing.had a weird thought of asking them to play happyBirthday song lol
after an hour we left ,me in this season wanted to eat kulfi icecream there.somehow din't have it ;) .dropped the idea.icecreams literally devour them.so divine
well swathi thank u for such a lovely day dear.had a fun time really
u always had been one person close to my heart.ur support throughout 3yrs of my college life.i remember all ur advices which u gave me in my 2nd yr(remember my tragedies..tragedy queen).iam bravo now!!! i owe u a lot.remember ur anagram which i phrased :D :-$ .i shall make it public one day :))
i wish u all success and wishes in career and life
HAPPY BIRTHDAY dear once again

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Struggle for Conveyance


Day:Monday the 4th.there was a long term proposal by the RTC officials to go on Indefinite Strike .finally it was known that it was from Monday.they were intelligent enough to make it from Monday.
Reason:apart from school students getting effected college goers were badly effected too.many engneering colleges reopened that day.Even auto’s were supposedly to go on strike as that was the right time for their demands to be satisfied soon.but thank God they didn’t go.rescued!!!Complete chaos everywhere.There was palpable tension in everyone’s face.tourist buses plying as ordinary buses,school buses served the purpose.tickets were sold at exorbitant rate.public had no other go but to shell extra bucks to reach their destination.even though public raised the voice it turned into deaf ear’s .This contributed to increase in traffic ,pollution as many opted to take their own mode of commutation.men and women quickly scurrying to grab vacant seats.sprightly ones managed to squeeze the way out of the million population,less agile ones flinging handkerchiefs and what not.situation was quite pathetic.couple of them geting engrossed with their nespapers,periodicals and familiar faces into chat.children unaware of all the happenings around them.Added to that rains,puddles everywhere.Office goers were the worst hit..they had to travel very far distances shelling extra money.cannot compromise.life was torrid.juggling between home and office.To our relief it was called off in couple of days(CM out of India :( ) but hold on it is just temporary.negotiations are still going on with the officials and might go on strike in another three weeks.it is ultimately the common man who is affected.it is high time they realize the inconvinience caused to the common man and think about it seriously
overall it was one heck

Small things make a difference

Small things teach us a lot.ever wondered that the cherry blossom could tell something.however hard one tries ,apart from the portion where we will have to press however hard it is pressed it’s difficult to open.it shows one has to do right thing at the right time.rather aim at the correct place then things would be easy.aiming aimlessly will not fetch anything.it is not the power or strength one has to have but the ablility to think logically and wisely.everything has a time and there is time for everything.doing right things with right efforts save a lot of timeanything done with dedication and concentration will always be triumphant.A thousand mile journey starts with a single step
"Tiny drops make mighty ocean"
is it not inquisitive thinking:)

humour for a change!!!






















On a tyre store:"Invite us to ur next blow out".

At a small hotel:"We're as cheap as u r"
God is real unless declared int

On the door of the postoffice in Newyork
PULL
if that doesn't work PUSH
if that Doesn't work,we're closed.
Come Again.
God is real unless declared integer

My leisure time


Back to college from Monday.eager to see all friends,canteen banters,getting to know new faculty what not,Bus gossips trying to know what each of my friends have done this one and a half month..me and my anxiety whewww !!
somehow tend to think what have i been doing all these Hols.lazing around just doing nothing.huh??nothing productive assuch.Efficiency 0%.would be deserved being called vetti vaish:)) .Afternoons Siesta time obviously
there came orkut inviation to my rescue from my friend.so was enjoying myself.was new then so was excited to add people,scribbling in friend's scrap and posting messages in communities. orkutting,chatting what not!!!completely into it.so many gossips.indeed was good to add new people and friends and know each other.the only time it pisses me is when there is a page saying Bad bad server.No donut for u.apart from that cocooning ofcourse.each day try to postpone the Do's that were assigned in my priority list.i mean doing something useful ofcourse.Tweaking my pc most of the time.Have my PC had eyes it would have cried literally.hahaha.it's just another gadget afterall u see.only when there is a power cut my comp gets rest.pity that :( blogging offlate.atleast making moi grey cells active;)
thank's to the strike this week i din't attend college.lol.reading a couple of books.U can win By Shiv khera and Wings of fire.worth reading.simply good :)
so back to college and the time is ripe to open Books again and think of studies seriously. hahah
Time is the wisest counseller after all

What's life???


what is life???life is not a race but a journey to be savoured each step of the way.It is an echo-we get back what we give.it is a jigsaw puzzle with most of the pieces missing.it is not measured by the number of breaths we take,but by the moments that take our breadth away....well The purpose of life us to live a life of purpose.

these are some of the the quotes about life which was told by experienced and learn scholars and iam trying to be incredibly plagiaristic in jotting them down :).for me it is still enigmatic..somewhere a mystery.so live every moment as i cannot anticipate what happens next.life ends when i stop dreaming.live every moment as every second is precious.learn every moment and learn from experience.it is not the number of years we live that counts but the good deeds that we have done adds value to life.it's purpose is then served.think of yourself as an incandescent power illuminated and perhaps talked to by god and his messengers.is it a wonderful voyage??might not be for everyone.

'I asked for all things,that i might enjoy life.
i was given life,that i might enjoy all things
i got nothing i asked for-but everything i hoped forAlmost despite myself my unspoken prayers were answered,i,among all,am mostly blessed!!just live every moment of life as we can never get back precious moments.once gone are gone forever.we get what we deserve not what we desireLive in full enjoyment.live it to the fullest.
"A rose given in life is better than orchids in a grave".love and respect people and it gets reciprocated.be contented and happy always as We make a living by what we getwe make a life by what we give"

Time to ponder!!!

I always appreciated the spontaneity of the newsanchors when they deliever the news.The ease with which they deliver,the perfection and enthusiasm in them,hyperactiveness,the way they present and project things,the consistency and effectiveness in their speech,their gesture, and intrepidity is worth mentioning.I thought they were great with some special traits in them but then they just deliver and interact with the celebrities but the whole process of what they have to do is told by someone else before hand but we donot spare a thought to the editors,the technicians,cameramen who have played a vital role in the coverage of the news item running from pillar to post,the hurdles faced then.Ofcourse there are people who multihandle everything but my view is more generalized.their contribution goes unnoticed and it is the anchors we appreciate a lot.the entire credit must be attributed to the crew aswell as their role is worth mentioning .their names just pop up the screen below when the show is winded up. how pathetic?similar is the case with respect to movies.when a movie becomes a hit it is the actor/actoresses who come under limelight.we at times fail to recognise the directors,cheoreographers,lyriscist or the musicians who have contributed their part in the movie unless and until they are a celebrity,have worked in a big banner,watch them in any interview ,read about them or the movie in which they worked becomes a hit .that must be the reason singers have albums wherein their talent and identity is noted."Actors front the screen,directors behind the screen".it is their talent which shapes up the actor's career.kudos to them!!!we have fanclubs for actor/actresses,they always make news,felicitated wherever they go kinda worshipped.things happen for them very easily.Ever had a fan club for a director ??Actor's aren't the ultimate.is it more because of their beauty?it is the entire unit to whom they own their success because they are the ones who shape up them.the other side of it when a rumour or a bad thing spreads about them their career is ruined.takes time to rebuild their lost confidence because public go fanactic at times tend to be on the extremes and media is too fast in letting things in an instant.gone are the days when acting was one major criteria to get into films,getting a role was very difficult as they will have speak themselves,perform stunts by own and carry that charisma with them.now a days it is the glamour that matters more.sometimes have dubbed voices for them.then what for are they being paid i wonder!!!.this topic cannot be concluded but whatever it is everyone should be credit because the whole unit is responsible for the success.Time to ponder!!!This is my first post and i would wholeheartedly thank karthik,priya and gangadhar for their motivation,support who pushed me to write a blog.septillion thanks to them.