Newborn peeping from its mothers shoulder, exclaims..
Wooooo,,,,, !!!
So rash,,,,, ???
We are waiting for you
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cool isn't it.. You can see this advt board on the divider in the outer ring road, near Marathalli bridge junction..
Friday, 31 August 2007
Saturday, 18 August 2007
in transit..
The life has been transplanted to a new city..
My days are flying.. even faster than the fading memories..
Every day comes with something new, which becomes a thing of past of on the very next day..
Adieu to Bombay and the IIT life, Arrival in Bangalore, My first day in office, Our convocation, ..
If you shut your eyes (and live in a world of your own), does it makes any difference that, if you live in Mumbai or in Bangalore??
Well may be, I will find it out in course of time..
As 'they' say its time to get my hands dirty with work..
My days are flying.. even faster than the fading memories..
Every day comes with something new, which becomes a thing of past of on the very next day..
Adieu to Bombay and the IIT life, Arrival in Bangalore, My first day in office, Our convocation, ..
If you shut your eyes (and live in a world of your own), does it makes any difference that, if you live in Mumbai or in Bangalore??
Well may be, I will find it out in course of time..
As 'they' say its time to get my hands dirty with work..
Tuesday, 17 July 2007
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
my evening out..
This was how I learnt to KISS
{Keep it simple stupid}
The teacher at the introductory session of an "Art of Living course" which was due in a month or so, just outside the campus, explained to the class of hardly 30 odd students assembled in the common room... He was explaining about his experiences...
Getting bored of sitting in my room on a pleasant sunday afternoon, when a fellow hostelite came to my room and told me to come for a talk in the common room, I thought I would attend it. There was this Federer-Nadal French open finale, which was about to start. I could see that one too. By the way I was not aware that the class was a part of the art of living course..
To tell the truth I liked the person who talked over there. There was a radiant look on his face. Whatever it is, the things entered through one ear, went out through the other... But then he didn't tell anything great or new...
Off to the French open now.. First set Nadal.. Back to to the room.. Oops the gym is open and look who is inside. Once in a hostel life I should use it. Have been thinking for while of doing some operations on my never decreasing (or rather ever increasing) tummy.
"Oh no.. Can't sweat now!! C wing pump is not working.. wtf!! I will have to walk from C wing to A wing with a bucket and towel in my hand. Better the baby grows inside.. leave this place, have some fan"..
"OMG where is my key. How will I enter this room. Not in my pockets..purse. Must be on the gym table. I have done some situps.. so may be lying there.."
{oh no!}
"It must be in that sofa, where I had watched the match"
I had put my leg above the head cuddling in it.. must have fallen from the pocket.. This has happened on numerous occasions before. But the sad thing is that I had used more than one sofa to rest my back..
"Any way lets wake up those lazy asses out there and search my key"
{oh no!!}
"Yeah it fell off from my pocket.. We were sitting on the floor.."
But the thing is that with so many people attending the class somebody must have taken it.. Art of living class was good.. It wouldn't do anything bad to me.
{oh no!!!}
"oh shit.. I must have left it in the toilet in A wing. Had just gone there, before all this things had taken place. safe place. Umpteen times I have gotten my things from there"
{oh no!!!!}
"Whats next.. crap! how will I enter my room ? Where will I go? ..What the heck these people are doing in the lab on a Sunday after noon when their friend is in trouble? These people don't have anything else in their life? .. :D."
Anyway spare key is with Nimesh. Thank god he is on his way to hostel.. But what about the spare keys of four or five different cycles I had, with my bunch.. This time they would surely kill me :(
"Lets have one more search in the gym.. The key has got several places to hide over there.."
{Still no}
"The keys are smarter than me.. hell with it..today is simply not my day.."
Hands over head.. hands over hips..
"O my father in heaven u have been so kind to me!! I know it is you who have placed the keys in my hip pocket with out even me noticing it.."
The art of living guy was telling.. " What is meant by success in life ?.. How does it manifest?.. It is a smile that is not fragile"...
I just had one :)
ps: from a philosophical perspective :- Look inside of you when you dont know where to look...
The teacher at the introductory session of an "Art of Living course" which was due in a month or so, just outside the campus, explained to the class of hardly 30 odd students assembled in the common room... He was explaining about his experiences...
Getting bored of sitting in my room on a pleasant sunday afternoon, when a fellow hostelite came to my room and told me to come for a talk in the common room, I thought I would attend it. There was this Federer-Nadal French open finale, which was about to start. I could see that one too. By the way I was not aware that the class was a part of the art of living course..
To tell the truth I liked the person who talked over there. There was a radiant look on his face. Whatever it is, the things entered through one ear, went out through the other... But then he didn't tell anything great or new...
Off to the French open now.. First set Nadal.. Back to to the room.. Oops the gym is open and look who is inside. Once in a hostel life I should use it. Have been thinking for while of doing some operations on my never decreasing (or rather ever increasing) tummy.
"Oh no.. Can't sweat now!! C wing pump is not working.. wtf!! I will have to walk from C wing to A wing with a bucket and towel in my hand. Better the baby grows inside.. leave this place, have some fan"..
"OMG where is my key. How will I enter this room. Not in my pockets..purse. Must be on the gym table. I have done some situps.. so may be lying there.."
"It must be in that sofa, where I had watched the match"
I had put my leg above the head cuddling in it.. must have fallen from the pocket.. This has happened on numerous occasions before. But the sad thing is that I had used more than one sofa to rest my back..
"Any way lets wake up those lazy asses out there and search my key"
"Yeah it fell off from my pocket.. We were sitting on the floor.."
But the thing is that with so many people attending the class somebody must have taken it.. Art of living class was good.. It wouldn't do anything bad to me.
"oh shit.. I must have left it in the toilet in A wing. Had just gone there, before all this things had taken place. safe place. Umpteen times I have gotten my things from there"
"Whats next.. crap! how will I enter my room ? Where will I go? ..What the heck these people are doing in the lab on a Sunday after noon when their friend is in trouble? These people don't have anything else in their life? .. :D."
Anyway spare key is with Nimesh. Thank god he is on his way to hostel.. But what about the spare keys of four or five different cycles I had, with my bunch.. This time they would surely kill me :(
"Lets have one more search in the gym.. The key has got several places to hide over there.."
{Still no}
"The keys are smarter than me.. hell with it..today is simply not my day.."
Hands over head.. hands over hips..
"O my father in heaven u have been so kind to me!! I know it is you who have placed the keys in my hip pocket with out even me noticing it.."
The art of living guy was telling.. " What is meant by success in life ?.. How does it manifest?.. It is a smile that is not fragile"...
I just had one :)
Thursday, 31 May 2007
mazha..
It is raining outside my window... ( രാത്രിമഴ ..)
Cut the crap :).. lemme use this space to just mark the occasion .. ( This year, the Mumbai rains started on this day evening.. though there was a slight drizzle a few days back in the early morning..)
Remember as a kid I hated the rains as it filled up the fields in the neighborhood, and that meant no more play outside... It is synonymous with power cut in my poor state.. But then the occasional floods, which dissolved the boundaries between the roads and fields, the boundary between the canal and our orchard were merry time for us friends. Wading along the roads with water as high as your waist.. Grown-ups, small children, and of course not so small girls...
Today I simply loved the rain. Didn't miss the chance to get wet in the first rain...
Cut the crap :).. lemme use this space to just mark the occasion .. ( This year, the Mumbai rains started on this day evening.. though there was a slight drizzle a few days back in the early morning..)
Remember as a kid I hated the rains as it filled up the fields in the neighborhood, and that meant no more play outside... It is synonymous with power cut in my poor state.. But then the occasional floods, which dissolved the boundaries between the roads and fields, the boundary between the canal and our orchard were merry time for us friends. Wading along the roads with water as high as your waist.. Grown-ups, small children, and of course not so small girls...
Today I simply loved the rain. Didn't miss the chance to get wet in the first rain...
ബാലപംക്തി :)
അന്നു പാതിരായ്ക്കു കോഴി കൂവി
“ കാലന് കോഴി കൂവുന്നതാ.. ഇന്നു എന്തെങ്കിലും അരുതാത്തതു സംഭവിക്കും.. ശിവ ശിവ..” : മുത്തശ്ശി..
ആ രാത്രി കടന്നു പോയി.. എന്നെത്തേയും പോലെ.
പിറ്റേന്നും അവന് കൂവി...
“ ഇന്നലെ കാലന് ഒഴിഞ്ഞു പോയതാ ഇനി ഇന്നാവും.. വിധി അതു അനുഭവിച്ചേ പറ്റു.. “
പിറ്റേന്നു കിഴക്കു വെള്ളകീറി.. ജനാലപ്പാളികളിലൂടെ എത്തി നോക്കി സൂര്യന് ആ വീട്ടുകാരെ വിളിച്ചുണര്ത്തി.. അയാളേയും...
“ ഇതു ഇനി ഇങ്ങനെ വിട്ടാല് പറ്റില്ല.. ഒരു തീര്പ്പുണ്ടാക്കണം...“ അയാള് മനസ്സില് പറഞ്ഞു..
അന്നു ഉച്ചയ്ക്കു അയളുടെ വീട്ടില് കോഴിക്കറിയായിരുന്നു..
അങ്ങനെ ഒരു ദുഃമരണം നടന്നുകഴിഞ്ഞിരിക്കുന്നു ....
ps: Finally I succeeded in writing something in malayalam here.. Don't know how many spelling mistakes I have made here, coz my Firefox sucks, big time with malayalam fonts.. So selected this short one which was written long back and was never seen by anyone other than myself.
I'm not very sure if my concept about 'kalankozhi' is true.. I have been told like this, when asked.. In my opinion, if u show a torch to a poovankozhi at night, it will start kooving.. :D..
“ കാലന് കോഴി കൂവുന്നതാ.. ഇന്നു എന്തെങ്കിലും അരുതാത്തതു സംഭവിക്കും.. ശിവ ശിവ..” : മുത്തശ്ശി..
ആ രാത്രി കടന്നു പോയി.. എന്നെത്തേയും പോലെ.
പിറ്റേന്നും അവന് കൂവി...
“ ഇന്നലെ കാലന് ഒഴിഞ്ഞു പോയതാ ഇനി ഇന്നാവും.. വിധി അതു അനുഭവിച്ചേ പറ്റു.. “
പിറ്റേന്നു കിഴക്കു വെള്ളകീറി.. ജനാലപ്പാളികളിലൂടെ എത്തി നോക്കി സൂര്യന് ആ വീട്ടുകാരെ വിളിച്ചുണര്ത്തി.. അയാളേയും...
“ ഇതു ഇനി ഇങ്ങനെ വിട്ടാല് പറ്റില്ല.. ഒരു തീര്പ്പുണ്ടാക്കണം...“ അയാള് മനസ്സില് പറഞ്ഞു..
അന്നു ഉച്ചയ്ക്കു അയളുടെ വീട്ടില് കോഴിക്കറിയായിരുന്നു..
അങ്ങനെ ഒരു ദുഃമരണം നടന്നുകഴിഞ്ഞിരിക്കുന്നു ....
ps: Finally I succeeded in writing something in malayalam here.. Don't know how many spelling mistakes I have made here, coz my Firefox sucks, big time with malayalam fonts.. So selected this short one which was written long back and was never seen by anyone other than myself.
I'm not very sure if my concept about 'kalankozhi' is true.. I have been told like this, when asked.. In my opinion, if u show a torch to a poovankozhi at night, it will start kooving.. :D..
Monday, 28 May 2007
humbled... humiliated...
It would have been one of the happiest days of my life. The day on which my eighth standard vocations had started. It was an year in which my fortunes took a turn for good...Two months of cricket..cricket..more cricket and only cricket.. I was on my way home after the day's action: It had been customary that my vacations always started or school days ended with us playing cricket in Palace ground with the fellow model boyites...
In an unforgettable moment, I realized all my dreams collapsed and my vocations could be ruined. . I had left the cricket bat I borrowed from a not-so-close friend of mine in the ground itself. My absent mindness once again poked me, but this time a bit too heavily. The last bit of fading hope deserted me when I found the dead and empty ground on rushing back.. Somebody had taken it..might have used it for firewood
It was one of my childhood desires to possess an SG, a GEM, or a BDM cricket bat, but my miser parents wouldn't buy me one.. And when they bought one, It was a 60 rs. rocking feather weight which could be used for playing badminton...( On retrospection I luv my parents for instilling modesty in me!! wht if they gave me all the things I desire...). Ok now coming back to the story, the one I lost was an SG, a pretty old one ..but a new one costed around 1000 even at that time. I was so affraid to tell this to anyone especialy my parents as if I believed their love for me is not worth sparing 1000 rs on such a petty issue. I was convinced that I should somehow buy a new one or return the equivalent amount.. whom to ask.. whom to beg.. I couldn't steal.. I didnt know any job nor wasn't that gutsy to take up one and make the money myself..
I hit this plan. Started filling a coca-coala ( coke returned to india around that time) can with whatever money I got.. I began looking up in all cup-boards, all table-tops for scattered coins.. Some times I would creep in my parent's bed room when they napped in the afternoons to check-up their cupboards... Was that stealing?. Somehow I never believed collecting scattered coins as stealing..
But how much one can collect that way.. Filled up the can, but it was hardly 100 rs.. The issue did settle. I did not have to use my hard-earned money.. I never told the parents about it yet..
I didnt steal either... Let's leave the 'how' part for the time being... It was settled respectably for both the parties atleast for my mind..
There are some events in our life, which we often wish should never have happened.. If ever I get a time machine to fly back in time, to erase the past, this one would have come second at the top of my priority list.. ( No prize for guessing the first.. But you will never find it out yourself..)
I do often say 'pride' is everything to me.. I give favours but never take any (pls don't misunderstand me here :) ). I never cry, never want anyone to sympathize with me. But somewhere I read if you are not rich, you cannot afford to be proud... People listen to those who earn more money.. those who are more successful in their eyes...
my experience humbled me, lowered my head for a while..made me cry... It taught me many lessons in life.
In an unforgettable moment, I realized all my dreams collapsed and my vocations could be ruined. . I had left the cricket bat I borrowed from a not-so-close friend of mine in the ground itself. My absent mindness once again poked me, but this time a bit too heavily. The last bit of fading hope deserted me when I found the dead and empty ground on rushing back.. Somebody had taken it..might have used it for firewood
It was one of my childhood desires to possess an SG, a GEM, or a BDM cricket bat, but my miser parents wouldn't buy me one.. And when they bought one, It was a 60 rs. rocking feather weight which could be used for playing badminton...( On retrospection I luv my parents for instilling modesty in me!! wht if they gave me all the things I desire...). Ok now coming back to the story, the one I lost was an SG, a pretty old one ..but a new one costed around 1000 even at that time. I was so affraid to tell this to anyone especialy my parents as if I believed their love for me is not worth sparing 1000 rs on such a petty issue. I was convinced that I should somehow buy a new one or return the equivalent amount.. whom to ask.. whom to beg.. I couldn't steal.. I didnt know any job nor wasn't that gutsy to take up one and make the money myself..
I hit this plan. Started filling a coca-coala ( coke returned to india around that time) can with whatever money I got.. I began looking up in all cup-boards, all table-tops for scattered coins.. Some times I would creep in my parent's bed room when they napped in the afternoons to check-up their cupboards... Was that stealing?. Somehow I never believed collecting scattered coins as stealing..
But how much one can collect that way.. Filled up the can, but it was hardly 100 rs.. The issue did settle. I did not have to use my hard-earned money.. I never told the parents about it yet..
I didnt steal either... Let's leave the 'how' part for the time being... It was settled respectably for both the parties atleast for my mind..
There are some events in our life, which we often wish should never have happened.. If ever I get a time machine to fly back in time, to erase the past, this one would have come second at the top of my priority list.. ( No prize for guessing the first.. But you will never find it out yourself..)
I do often say 'pride' is everything to me.. I give favours but never take any (pls don't misunderstand me here :) ). I never cry, never want anyone to sympathize with me. But somewhere I read if you are not rich, you cannot afford to be proud... People listen to those who earn more money.. those who are more successful in their eyes...
my experience humbled me, lowered my head for a while..made me cry... It taught me many lessons in life.
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