Musings of a mermaid

"Vini Vidi Vici" It's been a long time since I updated my impoversihed blog.Hence this post. First news :Finally I'm a 100% Engineer.Yeppie!!!\:D/ . Hey I had my results out recently,I din't flunk u see ;) Presto,we had fun in our farewell party ,ofcourse it was a tearjerker.*sob*. All good things should come to an end as they say.I miss my Engg. life for sure. This is a post to contribute my success to so many people who made a difference in my life somewhere at crucial stages.This is the best way I thought I can honour them. My job..hmm..it was a Marathon in itself.Always at the receiving side of not holding one :P..life was tough thanks to my great cousins holding plush jobs ,plum sals elsewhere.Well,there came a moment where I painted the town red saying I hold one too.LOL About my D-day I made into WIPRO .Feel elated and at peace.Thanks to my Brother-in-Law.We had to combat somany thinks in between and that was the day I landed up in Hyd attending another ...

Apropos to the day,I often wondered what is such a big deal about " Birthdays " except for the fact that the person is born on this day.There is no reason to go gaga and it's all about the hype,totally being pampered by everyone thereby creating fissures in my ever resilient mind,may be.With a Oh-It's not so great day for me attitude that remains etched in memory and apparently the celebrant has no reasons to celebrate,except perhaps his or her survival. Well,to be very precise I would Thank my Mom for all the Marathon toil she put this day 20 years ago,enduring great pain,My dad and sister for all their affection and good culture they have inculcated in me.Yet,Iam still unaware of a society which gives gifts to Mother,a congratulatory reminder of her accomplishments. Instead the offspring has all fun.Birthday presents are reminders of how palpably unfair life is:The person who puts in the least effort reaps the greatest rewards(well stated by Shashi Tharoor). Yes,it ...

One of my personal favourite posts being posted to retain consistency to my impoverished Blog:) Celebrating the Monsoon!! Shall come up with a new fine post very soon on a special occasion ;). Read More.. Happy Blogging till then.Greetz and cheers!! Do keep commenting buddies.

Language has always been a vital tool for communication.We are indeed lucky to have so many words at our disposal-To explain,define an object or idea or to communicate. Having come across many words originated from Greek and Latin as in root words or likewise,certain people were responsible for the origin of some words . We have boycotted many people,objects and events out of disgust and exasperation From our lives.The word ‘ Boycott ’ owes its origin to Charles C Boycott,an English land agent,who had a thoroughly difficult task of collecting high rent from Irish farmers.In protest the farmers ostracized him,not even allowing him to make purchases in town or hire workers to harvest his crops and the word boycott entered into usage to denote ostracism. The word ‘ silhouette ’ came into popular usage just before the French revolution.The then Minister of Finance Minister of France,Etienne de Silhouette,advocated a simple life so that excess money could go into the treasury.from then silh...

Your Monster Profile Ultima Vagabond You Feast On: Pickles You Lurk Around In: Sewers You Especially Like to Torment: British People What's" Your Monster Name? Your Blog Should Be Blue Your blog is a peaceful, calming force in the blogosphere. You tend to avoid conflict - you're more likely to share than rant. From your social causes to cute pet photos, your life is a (mostly) open book. What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be? In a Past Life... You Were: A Gentle Executor of Sacrifices. Where You Lived: Chile. How You Died: Natural causes. Who Were You In a Past Life?

Where is Happiness?I have always pondered over it.Does it exist in external objects,things,money , people....hmm the list is endless.Nope.In true sense it lies within oneself because if one is dependent on external things the moment it ceases to exist happiness disappears along with it. A poor man can be happy aswell.It is all about the state of mind that matters.It can be realised in small things around oneself. Gorging on Mom made recipes,piping hot rice with pickles or being with chirpy friends,A baby's smile gives eternal bliss.If one is naturholic then watching the “elusive” rainbow, its vivid colors, drenching in the rain with arms akimbo,splashing water,jumping in puddles or making paper boats turning umbrella upside down and watching it move swiftly, having a hot cup of coffee ,staring at the azure blue sky on a sunny day,cuddling with a favourite book or just experiencing the lovely weather could gives immense happiness.These can be forever be etched in memory.What say? It...

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.....

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 h...

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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 nos...

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 fi...

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 :(

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...

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...

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" f...

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 buc...

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 hesit...

“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...

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)