Nostalgia !

I donno why now-a-days I become so nostalgic!

There are lots of factors which are governing me these days. One of them being longing for olden days again. The childhood ecstasy is lost. What have I become today? A 23 year old male, who can earn a decent 5 digit salary, by being himself busy all time from Monday to Friday. The possibility of taking some time off, from the hectic work schedule is only a weekend happening. So, what is that we have gained by being an adult? I get very less time for my family. I find less time to go out. I do not get any time to splurge in the non digital thing out of my cubicle.

Well, lots of things are in list that I cherished the most. The train travelling, for instance, is one of the most lovable one in my list. I’ve not been to railway station for quite a long time. It is obviously my work schedule that imprisoned my freedom. From the dusk to dawn, I keep fidgeting with the chunk of code that governs the so called Mainframes. I reach home at night and then have something for my tummy and then sleep. During college days, I used to frequent to Chennai for holidays. Those platforms, announcements, Higginbotham book stall, the trip charts are few things that kindles the past memories even today.

We used to get lots of holidays during school days and college. When we leave for our relatives’ place, I love those platforms were you see swarm of people ranging from a small 1 year infant, 18 year girls who are more concerned about the few inches of cosmetic that encroaches their face, those romeos who would show off their styles in front of a group of girls, those strict fathers who are more worried about their son’s/daughter’s marks in the coming semester examination, a sick old lady who expects from a newly married son, to see her grandson to play with her soon after they come back from honeymoon. And there are more in this list too. I always loved to practically feel the Doppler Effect whenever the super fast express approaches and leaves the station.

“The Doppler effect (or Doppler shift), named after Austrian physicist Christian Doppler who proposed it in 1842, is the change in frequency of a wave for an observer moving relative to the source of the waves. It is commonly heard when a vehicle sounding a siren approaches, passes and recedes from an observer. The received frequency is increased (compared to the emitted frequency) during the approach, it is identical at the instant of passing by, and it is decreased during the recession.”

It’s like I have lost something in life. I donno something keeps pricking me. Corporate life has given me glass doors, Air conditioned work place, and ergonomically designed cushion chairs, free coffee, large food courts where you get thing you wanted, Smart card based Identity Card with which you will be able to enter areas only into which you have been given access, security and most importantly Money. But what it is that I’m losing? Sleep, Rest, Peace and friends and something more

Those days were like you had lots of time and lot more friends. Now it is totally different. We have lot more time for work but very less friends. You should appoint a weekend for meeting up. You leave home by the time people are yet to wake up and reach home by the time all would have dozed off. The next day again the same routine and it goes on and on and on. Why all this?

I hated exams but now, it was something tolerable. I wanted to get back to those times which were spent with someone who you do not know before – the times, when you expect a new roommate in your hostel, the time when you pass a sheet of you exam paper, during the internal examination and both of you pass, the times when you go for dinner together with friends and share the happening of the class, the times when you do group studies for the next day exam, the times when four or five spend together in one’s room during a weekend, chatting all day and sleeping all over the floor with 4 to five alarms set.

Is it the life’s play to the human beings, which makes us long for the past, than to live in the present?

We always say that, those good old days were memorable, cherishable and all those adjectives which makes them long for the past. We listen to jungle book song and say, “wow..that was a good old song,..”. We have it as the caller tune and boast about it. We listen to old songs and say, “those were oldies melodies”. We still keep those old clocks with pendulum and hesitate to buy a new one. We still keep the old model mobile with keypad in its very bad state, with all those numberings scrubbed and display scratched and we say, “It’s the first mobile, I got”. We still say “Madras” instead of “Chennai”. I do understand that it gives a sense of belongingness, but why is it that the present is so uninterested at times?

Why don’t we like the present? Is it because, it is bitter at times? I certainly do not have answers for these questions. But one thing is sure. Unless, you feel comfortable yourselves in the present with your surroundings, you won’t be able to love the present as it is. Only when you get peace and happiness, you will be able to appreciate the present. Only when you get time for everything, you may pat the present and say, “Good Boy”.

I’m trying to make myself comfortable with the present. Hope, I’ll get peace and happiness in whatever I do. I do not hold grudges to accept this. But the Nostalgia is always there.

There are also people who always think about the future and they forget to live in the present. We study hard in 10^th standard to get into good school for 11^th and 12^th. We study hard in 12^th to get good marks in the board examination. Once we get into a good college, we are asked to study hard to get into good company. Once we get into good company, we struggle hard to save money for the future. We struggle hard to get a good bride to our Home. We get things in loan; build houses in loan, irrespective of our inadequate earning; we pay the dues in EMI, so that something big will be left behind for us in the future. We get married, have children, then we need to save things for their education, and then we need to worry about their education, college, and…

Excuse ME. Gimme a Break. Pleeeeeeeeeese !! Life is a vicious circle

But what is the ultimate requirement? Are we living in the present? We forget that, we are attaining the future every second and we should be able to live in the present and think about the future, without subjecting ourselves to agony in the present. But people are so afraid of seeing themselves in the near future with nothing in hand, so they always strive hard to preserve things for the future in spite of their tormenting life in the present.

Well, in this way, few minds longs for the past and forget about the present. Few minds which always think about the future and forgets to live in the present.

Let me make few things clear….

1. Always live in the present.
2. Do think about the future, but do not take actions that will put you in restriction in the present
3. Always, olden days may look beautiful, but it has nothing to contribute for the present. So don’t waste time thinking about the past all time.
4. Live your life truthfully and peacefully in the present. Do think about future occasionally
5. Cherish each and every moment of your life. After all, you don’t know what next!

One SMS I received long back, which tells about life….

“Life is a strict than a teacher.

A teacher teaches the lesson and

then keeps the exam. But Life

Keeps the exam first and

then teaches the lesson !!!!”

Really True !…..

I’m Tagged !

OK…this Tag Bug has struck me too . I used to always think of, how this tagging seems to be interesting to people. Then I found out that, only when you are subjected to the process, you will experience the happiness. So I’m subjecting myself to this Tag Thinggy as of now. Fine then, enough of my intro and blah blahs. Lemme directly start blurting out the secrets one by one. I’ve tried hard and squeezed my little brains to filter these secrets .

1.  I seriously don’t have any interest in Sports.

I see that I don’t have any sort of relevance to this field. In all my social networking profiles or in college/school application forms, one column is definitely left blank or it is filled with N/A. So whenever people ask me what’s the score machi? I used to smile and coolly say, I didn’t see the match. So bloggers and strangers out here in World Wide Web don’t ever take any efforts to shoot this Nasty question to me. You won’t get any useful reply

2. I like Car Racing.

Now do not ask me, “Do I watch F1 Race” Neither do I watch it. Of course it is a sport. But don’t have any passion as such. It is just that in between switching channels, if I happen to register a small sequence of car racing with all those CASTROL, COLDFUSION kinda AD paintings in the car decals, I always pause for a moment and watch the car race. That’s it.  And yea I do play NFS (Need For Speed Car Racing Game) and I go mad on NFS Most Wanted races. I did not get a chance to play NFS Carbon! I always wanted to participate once in the race, though I’m not as good as Michael Schumacher, Naren Karthikeyan or Ultimate Star Ajith Kumar. I did got a chance to do that. I happen to go for a Go-Carting when I was in Mysore. That was indeed a great drive with kewl bends and turns. Wooooooow !

3. I do not know how to Cook .

Oh My Gawwwd, I have told the most dangerous (for me) secrets of the world. Any guy should have been acquainted to cooking things. My mom’s those words, still reverberating deep inside my cranial cavity “Vijay can cook payasam, vattha kolambu, and paruppu koottu. Neeyum  kathukko. Illena Pinnadi kashtapaduvey” . It’s true I guess. Nowadays, wives do not come with cooking patches installed. They need to upgrade to cooking version only after the one time update called Marriage v1.0. Anyways, after a self introspection, I stood by the side of my sister and learnt how to cook Maggi !

4. I am a Gadget Freak.

Any new gadget that comes to the market, I’m the first one to waste few bandwidths of my BSNL Unlimited Internet Connection to Google and get details out of it. Starting from iPhone, Nokia N97, Morph, MotoRokr, Sony VAIO Pocket PC etc, I go mad on things like this. Anyways, I didn’t sleep till 2.00 AM when I got my MOTO Rokr E6 Touch Screen Mobile. As if newly married, I spent full time with it, to get to know the in & out of it . Still I love my Mobile. My Sweet Rocky !!

5. I am one Lazy fellow…

Ahem ahem…I am serious about this. People know my true face only when they knock my doors on a Saturday morning and enter my bedroom….to wake me up. That’s a Herculean task! I never get up from the bed until I really need to. I love being in bed and sleep for the whole day. Hostel days were Heaven. Because, those were the times, when nobody would be around to knock my doors on a Saturday morning! I can write a lot more on this topic and I have already written a lot. Well don’t have patience to write more than this. OK Next secret please…

6. I fell in Love

Shhh…I fell in love with Trisha from the time, when I heard the song from the movie Saami, “Kalyanam daan kattikittu odi polaamaa…”. I assumed it as “Kalyan-ah daan kattikittu odi polaamaa?” hehe …so funny is it? I have a great collections of her pics in my system and in my mobile. Well nothing more to say. I do not know to act like her. But my actions are always governed by my mind becoz, I don’t have my heart with me and you all know the reason as well. So…that was my love story. Still am in Love with her. And if you happen to be Trisha reading this, kindly take this as a proposal and I do remember you date of birth May 4^th 1983.  I know u may ask, “But what’s the big deal here?” It is just that, I was too born on May. Dont you see this as a first match?..hehe…SAME PINCH !

7. I like bird watching (No comments!)

8. Cryptography has been my great passion since my school days. Used to fidget with a chunk of texts and number a lot (Another Dan Brown in Line!)

9. I had kissed a girl when I was in 1^st standard. And that girl is my sissy who was drinking milk in her small feeding bottle in the cradle. She licked me back in my cheeks..Soooooo cuuute know??

9a. “Show Me The Meaning – Backstreet Boys” is my all time favorite

9b. Shakira is my all time favorite solo female singer

9c. I enjoy writing.

I discovered this skill in me, only in my late college days, though I had started blogging during my mid college days itself. I found a budding author in me who can write Gud Stories and articles which has attracted many of the people I see, meet, and blog. It really gives me a confidence and relaxation (though I feel tiring to sit and type using a dumb keyboard !), that keeps me going and makes life interesting and beckons a convivial atmosphere in WWW

10. I like travelling in Train

Yea, I like this a lot. Donno, why do I become so nostalgic, when I think about trains? When I was a kid, I always wanted to have a corner seat….stuck in the corner of the Window Seat, gazing the scenery which drift past backward. I sometimes think, how do these trees and landscape move in the opposite direction to that of the train’s? And when you look into the railway tracks, that too in a junction, they seem to spread apart and close into one single strand of metal beam. I always wondered how these things happen. Once when we crossed the level crossing in a roadway, I bent down and tried pulling those tracks with my hands. That sounds funny now.

Now, I guess, 10 points are more than enough, as long list may not attract the readers to go through it. Fine then, my job is done. Lemme tag all my fellow bloggers and encumber them to put their secrets in their blog. Happy Reading! & thanks Gracy for tagging me.

Tagged :-  Gautam:: Gracelyn :: Jeega :: Kamal :: Muthu :: Priyanka :: Shyamala :: Subu :: Utkarsh :: Vinoth :: Yeshu

2. Aayirathi Yettu KiLi– [Appa Sonna Kathaigal]

Aayirathi Yettu KiLi (1008 Parrots)

Prologue

Again its story time…After hearing the same old stories of Gods and Goddesses, I got bored extremely and wanted to listen to some interesting story. Today nobody can fool me telling some age old story, so I told my dad

“Dad, I want some interesting story. Not the same stories about Kanna umaachee…”

“Oh fine. Today I’ll tell you a story about 1008 Parrots!!” He told

I geared up with full enthusiasm and by his side in bed, clutching my pillow tight and with one of my tiny legs on his tummy; I started listening to the story….

The Story

Long long ago, there lived 1008 parrots in a dense forest, situated in the bank of some river which has not been yet recognized as some ‘named-river’ by the great storytellers of that ages. The paattis and thathas who used to tell stories couldn’t give any name out of their forgetfulness and responsibilities that they bear in bringing up their umpteen number of children.

In those 1008 parrots, one was physically challenged. It couldn’t fly. All the parrots used fly high, move from one tree to another, collect foods and so on. This parrot would stay in the shade of the tree which was by the side of the river and used to play near the bank of the river. The other parrots which brought food, fed the lame parrot in the afternoon and in the nights. The 1007 parrots which were perched on the tree barks, used to throw bad and sour fruit down the tree, which hang on the twigs of the branches and they used to peck and eat sweet fruits. The lame parrot used to eat those sour fruits and sustained its livelihood.

One fine morning, when the sun has just reached the brim of the water level (Horizon), all the birds started leaving its place one by one in search of food and other necessities. This lame parrot woke up and went to the river to perform its morning duties. To its astonishment, it found a small basket wrapped in cozy clothes, came floating in the river. In an anticipation to find some food in the basket, it took the basket from the river and opened the covering cloth, to find a small baby in it. It took the basket to the shade of the tree and announced to the parrots sitting in the tree.

“Hey all, if you give me a sweet fruit from the branch, I’ll show you a treasure to you”

On hearing this, all the parrots got anxious and started throwing sweet fruits to the lame parrot below the tree. On seeing the shower of fruits, the lame parrot was happy and called all the parrots down the tree, to have a look at the basket. All the parrots were happy seeing a small, cute baby in the basket and started to bring up the baby as their own.

(I had lots of question in the story flow which missed the logic lines…But those questions were nullified for my childhood brains and they were deemed to be out-of-scope of the story.)

Coming back to the story, the parrots built a small hut nearby the river and started buying Cerelac, Lactogen, Johnson & Johnson Baby powder, soap and Woodward’s Gripe Water for the child. All the other parrots used to go for work, in the day time and this lame parrot used to take care of the baby girl at home. The parrots brought up the baby with utmost care and affection. Time passed by and this baby started growing slowly and one fine day, the bay girl grew up into a beautiful babe and the parrots started teaching her, household works!

The real tragedy

Everything went fine in this small (!) family, until one day when all the parrots left for work, this lame parrot told the girl

“Hey babe, listen I’ve an important work outside. I’m leaving now and will be returning in the evening. So be careful and listen to my instructions clearly. Do not go out of the house. Do not open the door unless we knock the door and call your name from outside and one more important note. Feed the dog with the Curd-Rice and the cat with the Milk-Rice. Bye for now. Take care”.

Saying so, the lame parrot left the hut, limping its way on the streets. The girl closed the door and was playing with the cat and dog. When it was time for lunch, the girl, absent mindedly, fed the dog with the Milk-Rice and the cat with the Curd-Rice

(I was told that, dogs don’t eat Milk-Rice, and Cats don’t expect Curd-Rice. I donno why they do not like this for long time and I’ve not experimented this till now, as I did not get an opportunity to feed cats and dogs.)

Now, out of rage, the dog and cat went to the kitchen and pissed (did susu/ucha..) in the coal pieces placed in the sand-stove (In those days, they used the stove made of sand and use to cook food burning the coal). The girl was unaware of this and she had fallen asleep. Now that all the food was over and she had to make food for the night, she woke up and entered the kitchen. To her disappointment, she found that the coal was cold and she cannot make anything to eat. In spite of the other parrots warning her not to leave the house in any circumstances, she opened the door and walked through the streets in search of fire.

There was no houses open nearby, so she walked a few distance away from her house and knocked a door which seems to be so old and un-kept. She is yet to realize the danger she is to face. A woman, who was in her twenties, opened the door and beckoned her in. As this girl hasn’t met anyone in the town, she was not able to recognize bad people from good. The woman was the eldest daughter of a wicked witch who lived in the town and the mother witch who has gone out for bathing in the nearby river.

“Do you have some fire for the coal? Matchbox was over so couldn’t burn the coals. It will be helpful, if you can lend me a matchbox”

“Ofcourse, why not? We do help others. By the way, I’ve not seen you in this place. Where do you stay?” The witch enquired.

“I live five houses away from this place. I live here only. I haven’t come out for days. As there was no match today at home, I just thought, I can get some from nearby house”

The witch thought, today she is a good feast to my mom. I’ll send her to the river bank so that, my mom can have her as it is today as she hadn’t got a chance to have a full feast! Having this in her mind, she asked to handover the sari to her mom, who is bathing in the river, as she forgot to take it with her.

The girl accepted this offer and she happily took the sari from her and left the place telling the witch that, she will return and get the matchbox. When she was in her way towards the river, a passerby asked her,

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to give this sari to a lady who is bathing in the river”

“What……? A lady? No no, you are fooled, she is not a lady. She is a wicked witch who lives in the town. She eats small girls and drinks the blood without leaving any drop. So just throw away the sari here and return home safely”

On hearing this, she was got frightened and hurriedly left the place and reached the Witch’s Home to get the matchbox.

On seeing the girl back standing full in flesh outside the house, the witch got confused as why her mom, didn’t have her for Lunch. The Witch gave a matchbox and some tamarind seeds. She asked the girl to drop those tamarind seeds one by one for each step, till she reaches her place, and when she reaches her place just drop all those tamarind seeds outside the house.

“I’m asking you to do this just in case if my mom wants to meet you, then I can show her the way right? That is why”. The Witch told her. The girl accepted this and left home dropping the tamarind seeds one by one, as she was told. She was so innocent and timid that, she couldn’t recognize that woman was the witch’s daughter and she was asked to do this because, the witch can later come home and eat her for dinner. The girl reached home and cooked food for the evening.

Bid Adieu

Later at witch’s house, when the mother witch returned from the river and enquired her daughter about why she hasn’t sent anyone for lunch, under the pretext of handing over the sari. The daughter witch told her that, she has sent a girl for today’s lunch, but why did she spare her? On hearing this, mother Witch became furious and started shouting. The daughter Witch informed her that, she has given small tamarind seeds to the girl which she had dropped all over the place till her house. She can go to her house directly tracing the seeds and have her. On hearing this, the wicked witch became happy and walked towards the girl’s house, tracing the tamarind seeds all over the streets. On seeing the heap of tamarind seeds outside a house, she knocked to door.

The girl looked outside through the hole in the door and found that the wicked witch is standing outside to eat her. She was scared and did not open the door. After waiting and knocking for long time, the wicked witch broke one of her long nails from one of her fingers, and inserted it in one of the cracks in the door and left the place.

In the evening when all the parrots returned home, knocked the door and on hearing the parrot’s voice, the girl opened in the door in hurry while she failed to notice the nail which was protruding out of the door which was inserted by the wicked witch. The nail pricked the girl’s throat and she felt unconscious on the ground. When all the parrots, entered the house and saw the unconscious girl, they thought that she was dead and they packed the girl in the same basket in which it came with all her dresses and left the basket in the river. It floated along the river and went away. Time passed by.

****

In some other part of the city, there was a king who was in search for a bride for him. He consulted a sage who told him that, he should arrange a mock marriage with a Banana tree. This will make the forest deities happy and they will find a girl for him. (In olden days, if the country did not get any rain, they will arrange a marriage in between a donkey and a tree. They believed that, this will make the rain god happy and he will shower the rain. In the same way, they believed that, if the king arranges a marriage ceremony and tie the holy thread which they call mangal sutra, nowadays to the tree, he will get a bride soon.

****

The basket came floating along the river and it entered the forest region, where water was flowing smoothly. The unconscious girl, under the effect of chill breeze and the river water, gained her consciousness and opened her eyes to find her in the forest. She found a bank and got down the big basket. And found a place behind a Banana trees

****

A grand ceremony was organized in the forest which was in his kingdom and the king arranged for a big feast for all the subjects of his kingdom. After the feast was over, the king announced,

“Now I’m going to tie this holy thread to the banana tree and let the forest deities be happy seeing all this feast and ceremony which I arranged in the forest…” Saying so, he took the holy thread and started walking toward the chosen banana tree. The band and other spiritual musical instruments were played at the highest decibel.

“Let the forest gods and goddesses be happy. Please show me a bride” the king prayed in his highest pitch. All the subjects and his courtroom ministers were watching this ceremony. Suddenly a beautiful girl came from behind from the banana tree and she looked like a damsel. The king was happy on seeing this beautiful girl and he was very much delighted to have her as his wife and queen of his kingdom. This girl is none other than the girl who was brought up by those parrots some time before.

And after that, they lived happily ever after….

****

Seeing this, one of the minister’s sons arranged for another ceremony in the forest, similar to that of the king’s, so that he can get a beautiful wife too. Similarly all the subjects and all the people from the kingdom were assembled. This time the minister’s son announced that he will tie the holy thread to the drumstick tree.

He too shouted words that, he assumed will make the forest deities happy. He marched towards the drumstick tree with pompous and proud walk. Suddenly a ugly witch like creature which we call Kutti pisasu came out of the tree. Seeing this unexpected appearance, all the people ran away from that place including the minister’s son.

****

Epilogue

“After that, what happened to the parrots?”. I interrogated my father innocently. It was 11.00 o’ clock.

“See time is 11.00 o’clock, now sleep, I’ll tell you another story tomorrow” My father said this and switched off the lights. I was thinking the whole night about the lame parrot. I had many questions in my mind which were not answered still and many logical portions which slipped very badly

1. If you drop the tamarind seeds all through the streets, will that stay for long time? Will that be helpful for finding the way to her house?
2. How did the parrots come to a conclusion that the girl died?
3. How did they put the well grown girl in the same basket from which they found her earlier?

All these questions were still unanswered and lot more.

Do you have any?

Life isn’t a File – A Self Contemplation !!

My Mobile clock was ticking 8.00 PM in its flashing 320 X 420 TFT display

The Mobile stereo headset was plugged in place into my ear cavities on one of its end and to the Mobile stereo jack on the other end. I can see quite a few of Software Species seated beside, behind and in front me holding their i-Pods, MP3 Players and PMP in their very tired hands, who work desperately in a space bounded by card boards, named Cubicle, to force the output kiss their Monitors when they run a chunk of texts which they call it a PROGRAM or to sound more Computer-Literate-Software-Lingo, they call it a CODE.

I could feel the breeze of air sweeping across my face through the window. The corporate vehicle was swallowing the stretch of road ahead under its huge white-Blue metallic body with a number inside a circle stuck to its face. I could feel the inertia in which it was covering long distance to drop people in their respective destination.

The bus was dim lighted. The ambience was not so encouraging. I could see tired minds at rest. Most of them were fixed in their seats and eyes closed thinking about the nearest weekend that will embrace him/her soon. A man with some amount of hair stuck to his chin, which he called it a French beard, was talking over the Blackberry in a high decibel voice about the status report which was sent to Onsite and the metrics which has to be submitted before 0800 hours PST (Pacific Standard time), the next day. A teeny-weeny young girl in her early twenties, who was seated beside me, was busy talking to her friend about how Rohit was helping her during the regression testing. A treat assurance for successful testing completion was made, before the call was ended.

It sounded so dumb to me. She was now busy with her “Chicken Soup for the Girl’s Souls” by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Patty Hansen & Irene Dunlap in her lap! She gave me a look that will burn 275 calories of energy from her body.  She know that, I was staring at her..err… staring  at her book. I changed the direction of my vision at an horizontal angle of 20 degrees first, for a period of time, then an angle of 45.3 degrees towards the window. I was feeling tired, tired out of long travel in bus after a hectic work. It will take another one hour to reach my place.

I closed my eyes resting my head tilting it back at the head rest provided in the seat. My thought wandered.  Suddenly my inner self announced me, “I’m proud to be an Electrical and Electronics Engineer!! “ I was taken aback.

Electrical Network !! (Its here just to accentuate my EEE thought)

Why suddenly this thought erupted in the little mind that was busy all these time? Why I am so much inclined towards the subject, which I hated to the core suddenly? Its hundred percent true that, mind wanders like a monkey from one tree of thought to another one easily. My friends will throw a sheepish giggle or a lousy laugh at me if they ever heard me saying this. Such statement from my side is highly inappropriate. People know me as a software guy or a Computer Whiz kid from my college days, in spite of the undeniable fact that, all of us belonged to the esteemed group of “Electrical & Electronics Engineers”.

I thought software engineering would be interesting and elegantly clad field where you would see things you imagined, you see things working which you designed and executed. I hated electronics to the core. I saw people who were putting all blood and sweat to achieve things in the ‘Trical-’Tronic subject as an algae which made the pond dirtier than the lotus which makes it beautiful. I always assumed myself to be a lotus adding beauty to the pond rather than being one among the algae floating in the water. I was never proud to be so much inclined towards software. I was actually happy that, I could survive in the software Market. I brushed up my software skills along with the soft skills which would enable me to get into this “Hello World”. I proactively mastered things that added feathers in my knowledge cap. I studied my subject just for marks. The last minute preparations, one night studies, group studies, mind mapping concepts in a way that is in no way related to the subject helped me to fetch marks and accolades. But, what about the knowledge? Am I an electrical engineer? Do I know things which others know? Have I made justice to the 4 precious years of my engineering life?  The questions stacked my memory and it was overflowing. Poor thoughts do know am not a Computer. I’m just another human being with blood and body with thoughts oozing out of human parts made of flesh and tissues.

College days were fun. We had time everything on earth though few things weren’t the way we expected. College was bound by rules. Lots of rules. But that was the boundary into which our heavens existed. We had everything. Food, Clothes, Money, Sleep, computers, Lectures, Labs, Practical, Hostel, Restricted freedom, Friends  and most importantly Peace. A peace that no money can buy. Though we were bound by boundaries of unseen, impractical, grotesque protocols written for students. We rested in peace in spite of the control that was impacted on us. Happiness persisted that were not explicitly declared. Happiness sustained as we were always surrounded by “same pinch” minds. Friends were families. Next room guy was a brother. Fourth bench corner guy was an entertainer. All girls were girl friends – Friends who were girls!! We did not see affection, we felt in our hearts. We did not see enmity, as it was practiced in our paths. We did not see God in temples, because we were taught things in “Temple of Learning”.  We did not find time to discover a new person amidst us, as we knew all of them around us. There wasn’t a stranger in our life.  So ultimately, life was full. full of colors, full of joy, full of love, full of exams, full of friends, full of boredom. A boredom which will not kill you, but will give new soil to sow interesting ideas.

But today, we are bounded too. Not bound by friends, but bound by strangers. We hardly know who sits in the next cubicle. We are bound not by walls of freedom, but by the walls of pressure. We spend hours together in this boundary to clock an minimal quantity of that fourth dimension, which decides the DNA of Life. We find little time for friends. We find little time for peace, which will not acquired at ease. There is something that decides all this. Those times were gone when we ran behind mark sheets, now that, we are running behind those few sheets of tinted paper which can buy everything under the sky. We never felt the notebooks heavier, but now, its aching to carry those currency notes. I do not deny the fact that our hard work reaps those currencies. But why do we put so much effort to earn money? Is it to keep on earning or to find time for people around you? I do not understand.

Time has changed everything in its path. When time passes, it doesn’t leave any stone unturned in its path.  It hasn’t spared me too. I spent four of my precious years in a field which involved bonding of emotional flux in one’s heart with the flux in another’s. But now am fidgeting with one dumb terminal to get some crap thing outta chunks of code. I wanted to be in IT, but not this kind of life which I’m living now…

The Bus jerked over a speed breaker. My thoughts spilled and I awoke from a deep thoughtful sleep. I looked at my mobile. It was 9.25 PM.  The bus has reached my place. In another 10 minutes, I have to get down. I did not notice the message which I received, a few minute back. Rightly the message reflected my thoughts

It read…

The IT Professional PREAMBLE-

We the unwilling, led by

the unknowing are

doing the impossible for

the ungrateful. We have

done so much for so

Long, with so little

Knowledge that we will

One day qualify to do

Anything with knowing

Nothing. Be Proud to be

An IT Professional !

Why should I be proud? I haven’t done anything great being an IT professional. I felt like being an algae in the pond. I felt as if I’ve lost the peace which I had before. I’m still searching for the Peace. Life has always its own style of teaching a lesson. It’s a good teacher. If it teaches something, you won’t forget it in your life time. I’ve learned from it. The bitter truth that I had to accept. The truth which can’t be denied. The truth that I’m still a Software Engineer.

I understood that, Life is not just another ‘File’, which can be created, modified and saved as you wish. It is something like a hard coded program which follows bizarre Logic to execute and terminate one day! Being a Software Engineer hasn’t helped me in any way.

Now I’m proud to be an Electrical and Electronics Engineer!!

I got down the bus and strolled towards my street to reach home, have something for my hunger and sleep tight.

Bathroom Singing :)

It was a very sultry afternoon yesterday. And the reason being a holiday, my mind never persuades me to get into the bathroom to take bath early in the morning. It would be better being in bed and the pleasure behind getting in to the half-sleep and half-awake state cannot be described in words. It’s the transient state of the mind where you and your mind engage in a serious Tug-Of-War.

Zwitterion

It’s like the chemical state of the compound “ZWITTERION” in which the covalent bond is not fully broken and the electrovalent bond is not fully formed and having both positive and negative charges. The compound has one such amazing characteristic. I was experiencing the same. I was not fully out of sleep and not fully into sleep. I was just awake with a feeling of heavy eyelids. It was trying to block my view of my sister, who was sitting beside me engaged in a herculean task of waking me up. She is definitely equipped with enough patience, to wake me up. She would say, “I’m not her brother, I’m the elder brother of Kumbakarnan”. Hope You people know who is Kumbakarnan. He is the great-great demon king, who used to sleep for about 6 months at a stretch, without food, water or anything.

It was 8.00 AM
Her first effort to wake me up:

“Dei Elundhuruda” (Hey wake up man)
“mmmm…”, was my reply.
“Deeeeeeeei Elundhuruda” (Hey wake up man)
“konja neram kalichi. 5 Minutes. Please” (After some time. 5 Minutes. Please)
After some pinching and pushing
“Sariyaana somberi ma ivan” (He is one lazy dog, mom)
“mmmm….”, I acknowledged. Eyelids were still heavy over the eyes. The Mickey mouse in the pillow cover started getting blurred and slowly the upper eyelids and the lower eyelids slowly started shutting down (oooopss!! what did I say? Shutting down? Oh…Like a typical Software Engineer!!!).

That’s it. I’ve lost the control in the real world and started travelling to the virtual reality.

It was 8.30 AM
Her second effort to wake me up:

“Dei mani 8.30 aachu” (Hey, time is 8.30 now)

“Kalyaaaaaan…”

“Eruma Maadu” (Buffallo)
“mmmm…”
“Avanga avanga pera correct ah koopta daan yenna nu kaekkaraanga” (Only when u call people by their original names, they are responding to the call)
“5 minutes”, came the reply from me.
“dei poi kuli da. Innikki May 1st” (Hey go and take some bath. Today is May 1st). I didn’t understand the significance of today being the 1st of May and me bathing!!!

“Boost…”
“Adinga…Pal kooda theikkaama Boost kekudhu paaru” (Even without brushing, see how ‘it’ is asking boost)
“Seri pal thechittu kudikkiren” (OK I’ll have, after brushing)
She started watching the TV.

After 10 minutes.
“Dei Marupadiyum thoonguthu paaru” (See, how again he(it) went to sleep)

Suddenly I could hear someone shouting near my ears and pushing and pulling me hard.
“Elundhuru Anjali, Elundhuru…… Elundhuru Anjali, Elundhuru….. Elundhuru Anjali, Elundhuru”
(Get up Anjali, Get up…… Get up Anjali, Get up……Get up Anjali, Get up – for those who do not know why is she shouting the name anjali, please note that, Anjali is one cute, small, chubby little mentally challenged girl in the Tamil movie ANJALI and the siblings used to wake her up, shouting these words.)

Finally due to this nuisance that I was being subjected to, I got up from the bed getting annoyed to the core. I entered the bathroom which was lit bright due to the rays of Sun entering into it. After brushing for about 2 mins (!!!!), I got out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen to encounter my mom, who was making hot hot, soft, white, dough cakes. I was telling about IDLYs !!

Well, my mom was reciting the same age old phrase giving me a cup of Boost in my hand.

“Poi Kulichittu Vaa. Idly tharen Saapdu” (Go and take bath. I’ll give you Idly – Sorry English translation didn’t come exactly as to what my mom said.)

I snatched the towel from my Sister, who had just taken it from the almirah. I ignored the scorching look that she was shooting at me like the NdYAG Laser (Neodymium-Yttrium-Aluminum-Garnet Laser). I stepped into the bathroom.

Pouring down the water over my body was yet another heavenly feeling, in this scorching weather. For every mug of water that I poured over my head, I was enjoying the eternal bliss of the liquefied Di-Hydrogen Oxide (H2O).

Thanks to the water which was covering almost 75% of the earth.

It’s really true that “WATER IS THE ELIXIR OF LIFE”

¬–END—

Well something is incomplete rite?

Yea, the Title! “BATHROOM SINGING”

Sorry, I missed it now please scroll above and insert the following sentence after the “(H2O).”

I was humming, “I’m not a perfect person….” in the bathroom.

Well that completes this post for today!!!

தமிழ் புத்தாண்டு நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள் 2009

அணைவருக்கும் என் இனிய தமிழ் புத்தாண்டு நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள்

Why do Onions make you Cry?

It is a long story…

There were three thick friends – Onion, Tomato & Carrot. Once they were walking along a roadside chatting happily. It happened in a fraction of second that one Maruti OMNI Van came and kidnapped the gorgeous looking Carrot. Other two friends couldn’t do anything. They were not able to call for help. So they started crying. After cursing their inability to save their friend, they continued their walk. As both of them reached Tomato’s house, Tomato bid adieu to his friend and crossed the road, failing to notice a Truck coming. It happened in another fraction of second, even before the tomato can realize, the truck passed over the Tomato, smashing it on the road and went by without even caring to see what it had done.

Seeing all this, our Onion was very sad and disappointed losing his thick friends like this and started crying again and went to the forest to pray towards the lord and get his ill fate mended.

On hearing Onion’s prayers, God was happy and appeared before Onion and said, “Dear Onion, I was happy on your prayers. I’ve come to you to grant you all happiness. Tell me what is the reason behind your sorrows and how can I help you”

“Dear God, when my friend, Carrot was kidnapped, my friend Tomato and I cried for her. When my friend Tomato died in the road accident, I cried for him. If I die, nobody is there to cry for me. That is why I’m so sad”

On hearing this God said, “Don’t worry my child, I’ll see to it that, when you die all the people in the world irrespective of caste, creed, gender, poor, wealthy will cry for you”

God said this and disappeared. Onion was Happy

Now you understand, why we cry when we cut onions.

OK !! Now some serious tip on how to prevent ourselves frm crying when you cut Onions:

• Peeling and cut onions under running water
• Chopping the onions near a gas flame
• Refrigerate onions before chopping
• Switch Off the Fan while cutting Onions.

Hope this piece of info would help all of us in future, if any opportunity beckons us in to cut Onions !!!!

1. Atharibacha – [Appa Sonna Kathaigal]

This story dates back the time when the world was devoid of Orkut, GPRS, Bluetooth, iPhone, IPtv , On-line Recipe for tasty foods and more. The place was desperately expecting serious improvements in their government. The roads were unkept.  The housewives still got up early in the morning to start their daily chores at home. The overhead electricity lines were not properly laid on the roads. The dangling wires always posed some sort of inconvenience to the travelers or the passer by. The roads were heavily damaged with lots of potholes and filthy water used to get stagnate and forms the breeding place for various female anopheles mosquitoes and other insects which causes health hazards to people living in the place.

The sky was slowly emitting its aura whose wavelength is almost nearing to that of the last few bands of the VIBGYOR spectrum. In that undeveloped village , there lived a husband and wife who were happily married for years together. They were staying at a place which is convenient for him to go to his work. His parents stay  on the other end of the village.

One fine morning, after completing his morning ablutions in the river nearby, the husband approached his wife who was sitting in the backyard cow shed, making round round shapes in the wall with the well mixed cow dung (adaanga Maattu Saani)…

“Darling. its been long time since we dined with my mom. Shall we go and stay there for an evening and come back ?”, He asked

“Huh?….no dear I’ll not be able to come, I have lots of works pending here. I have to clean the house, wash the buffalo and show some water (Thanni kaamikkanum maam !!!) . Then lots of weeds are crowding our cultivation plants, so have to clear them by this evening. Then have to go to the temple and I have to offer lord Ganesha the 108 Coconuts which I promised to offer last week, if our cow yields a black calf (!). You just go and meet her and convey my regards”

“Oh OK OK…you take care of the works here. I’ll go and stay there for a day and come back.”

“Fine dear…”

The husband left for the day. The place he is about to go, was neither commutable through a bus nor through a cycle, as in those days ,there was no transport as such, was available to travel from one place to another. so he had to go by walk all the way, throughout the journey. He carried a bag full of rice paddy which he can offer to his mother staying far away from this village. He started the journey towards his house. The journey is not that simple, he had to cross a small water flow where the water simply flows all days of the week. It is just a man’s-long-jump wide. Anyways, he had to cross it to reach the other end of the village where his mom stays.

So after a 1.5 hours of continuous walk through a light dense forest, he reached the water where he had to cross it. It was already one and a half hour walk. He had to cover another half an hour to reach home. It has been really long time, he has spent time with his mom. After marriage, he had to stay with his wife in a small hut, which he got it from his father-in-law. His wife too insisted in staying at this place as they had lots of amenities like vegetables, cow food, hay, then other things which are required for her day to day activities available right by the side of the hut.  There was a small shop which sells, newspaper and there was a tea shop which will be opened early in the morning around 6.00 am and will get closed around 11.00 in the night. This helps the people in an around the place to quench their small hunger as they get lots to eat like butter biscuit, alwas, jangris, cakes, panneer soda, vadai, murukku, laddu, and ofcourse hot tea and coffee. This shop will be crowded all times as the local people who work in the fields, come and relax here as they have their small hunger quickly quenched with things available around here.

By the time, he reached his mom’s place, it was 12.00 noon. His calf muscles ached due to the long journey. He quickly took another bath and sat for the lunch his mom had prepared. After having a  sumptuous meal, his mom offered something which he never had it before. He asked his mom about this dish

“This is called Kolukkattai, dear” She said

After having a dozen of it and chatting with his mom for some time he went to sleep. BY the time when he got up, it was 4.00 in the evening.

“Maaa….it already 4.00 here, I.m starting now back home, before that tell me the name of the dish that you prepared, so that I’ll ask my wife to make it for me again when I reach home”

“Oh you dumb fellow, keep forgetting things I told you. You have never changed all these days even after marriage. Listen carefully, it is called Kolukkattai. Once you reach home tell ur wife about this and ask her to prepare this for you. Dont forget”

“OK maa..am leaving. take care..”

He left the place and started walking in the dusty roads outside. He could see lots of children playing in the roads with the dirty and torn clothes. He hurriedly walked so that he can reach his home before dusk. In order not to forget the dish name, he kept saying all the way.

“Kolukkattai…Kolukkattai…Kolukkattai…Kolukkattai…”.

So the time came when he had to cross tht water again. He was very careful in his steps not to slip and he was too careful not to forget the name of the dish. He kept saying “Kolukkattai” and was crossing the river, just then another fellow from the other side of the water made a giant leap to this side of the water saying loudly the words….

“Atharibacha…Atharibacha…Atharibacha…”

It was just a fraction of second for the electric pulse which had to stimulate the cerebral cortex had failed. He totally forgot what he was about remember and in an anticipation to jump carefully, his brain had failed to remember that word which he cannot afford to forget. After crossing the water, he continued his journey towards his home. Suddenly he was into introspection on what he was remembering. His thought came back…

“Yes I was uttering Atharibacha. I’ll ask my wife to make Atharibacha for me. I shouldn’t forget this. Atharibacha…Atharibacha…Atharibacha…”

So he reached home in the evening and as soon as he entered his hut, his wife beckoned him in and enquired about his visit to his mom’s place.

He said that was really good and told her that his mom made something which was really tasty.

“Oh is that so tasty?  Then tell me the name of the dish. I’ll too make it for you tomorrow”

“Oh yea I wanted to tell you about this. The name is Atharibacha. I want tomorrow for my lunch.” He said

“Wat? Atharibacha?? Are you crazy? I’ve not heard this before. Are you sure?” she was puzzled.

“Yea am sure. It is Atharibacha, you have to make this for me” He ordered.

“No I do not know how to make this dish” She replied back.

“Wat…you do not know to make this simple dish??” He was red in rage. He shouted at her and his anger was at its peak. He couldn’t control it as his wife repeatedly denied about making the dish. And in those days, husbands don’t treat wives properly and they expect them to obey all his words without any second thoughts. If they have something to tell and open their mouth against them, it is considered to be a sin and they go to the extent of beating them harshly. The same happened to the wife in our story. He was so harsh and out of rage, he beat his wife cruelly asking her to make the dish otherwise, he’ll make her get out of the house. He beat his wife so cruelly that she got red swellings in her back.

She was crying badly out of agony that he had caused to her. She was crying…

She came out of the house and sat in the mat outside under the shade and was sobbing. He too came out and shouted at her.

“How disobedient? you cannot make the dish I asked for?? Go and get lost. Go back to your dad and ask him to teach you ho to behave properly with husbands. I assume he knows all about that. OR he is too dumb like you?”

In the mean time, hearing all the hooting and sobbing, the paatti (Old Lady) next door came out. As how nowadays, we used to have a “Girl-Next-door” , they had a Paatti-Next-Door , who knows everything from how to bath a baby, handling pregnancy, making delicious dishes and knows all the remedies to minute ailments like stomach ache, vomiting etc. They used to be experts in things around them Jack of All Trades & Master of None !! That paatti came out of the hut and saw the bad condition of the girl and enquired about why this guy is so angry on her.

The wife told, “See paatti he asked me to make something called Atharibacha, which I’ve not heard in my life time. I told him the same for that he beat me hard and my back is paining like hell. its burning too.” (Sob)(Sob)

Paatti was puzzled like the girl. She asked the guy about the credibility of the information that was passed to his wife. He told that he is damn sure and the information said was correct. It is Atharibacha only. He wanted her to learn how to make it. Paatti couldn’t make any sense out of the word uttered by him.

She told the wailing poor wife to show her back so that she can apply some oil which can subside the burning sensation and may cure any swelling. She loosened her blouse and pulled the cloth covering  her back and showed it to the Paatti. On seeing the swelling, the paaati told was flummoxed and told this guy..

“Why did you beat her like a beast?. See how it has swelled like a Kolukkattai…” (Paatti’s expression could be like, ada paavi….paaru yepdi Kolukkattai aattam veengi irukku nu ipdi yaa avala poattu adippa??)

On hearing these words, the husband could recollect the name of the dish as Kolukkattai and not Atharibacha. He apologized to his wife and paatti and told them.

“yea yea..it is Kolukkattai, I forgot the name. I wanted this only”

After that, all of them went back home and his wife made him lots of Kolukkattais for him and after that they lived happily forever.

– T H E  E N D –

With this the story comes to an End !!

I hope you too liked the story. I’ve narrated the story here in my own tone and it is no ways connected to how my father/ grandma told me. but the storyline is same.

I’ll get back to you with another story which I heard from my father.

P.S:- Kolukkattai means Sweet Milk- Rice flour Ball Dessert ) I’ve attached a pic of the same. This is how it will look like

Appa Sonna Kathaigal – Foreword !!

I’ve been an ardent fan of the stories told by my father during my childhood days, the age when I still depended on my mom to put the Zip in my Drawer (amma, zip poattu vidummaa…..). I don’t usually asked such things, but I depended my mom for this because it happened to me one night..

It was night 9.00 o’ clock. I was sleeping beside my mom, putting one of my small legs in her tummy and a thumb in my mouth. Suddenly there was a little urge to go to Chuchoo/Ucha/ Susu (I hope all of u understood wat it is..) So I hurriedly came out of the rajai (Thick Blanket with cotton stuffed inside to protect you from cold). I slipped into the bathroom pulled up the shirt and held it in between the chin and the upper chest by clutching it tightly with the chin and slowly pulled down the zip in the drawer, and happily did chuchoo. It was dark surrounding me with a dull ambiance of Zero watts bulb glowing disinterestedly above the head near the shower Nozzle. It was scary and dark, so in an anticipation to get out of the bathroom soon, I pulled the zip upward….Oh My Gawwwwwwd……it stuck in between the Zip’s runner and the Zip !!! I was into great agony, I didn’t know what to do. I ran back to the bedroom, holding my drawer half down the knees to my mom..

“amma…amma…yezhunduru maa….”

“yenna da chellam?…yenna aachu..?”, this was my Mom

“Amma….zip-uh maattikichu…yeduthuvudu…” (still tears all over my cheeks and sobbin…)

Then it was a different story how I got releaved from the zip and went again to sleep. So from that day I never ever had a courage to shut that zip myself.

It was the age, when I still was afraid of going to a doctor who will ask me to lay down in a bed facing down and happily cause pain in my little butt by inserting the needle which carries a slight colored liquid in the syringe. Then they expect me to stop crying and smile at them with an Eclairs chocolate in my mouth with all chocolate along with the tears dripping all over my cheeks and mouth. The damn dialog that I used to hear

“yen chellam ille??….ala koodathu..inda chocolate vechikko…..ida saapta vali poidum…” (wooow..what a logic to subside pain !???? )

Well, it is the age, I used to sit in my mom’s lap in the bus, holding her hands that clutches me close to her, playing with the Handkerchief that she holds in the other hand. It the age when I still fight for the corner seat in the train and cry badly and keep my face very small and angry and dont talk to anyone and do not accept things which I was offered. The age my mom still waits outside the school gate to escort me back to home. The age I still get fascinated seeing Jungle book – Mowgli, Tom n Jerry Cartoon and used to sing the song Mile Sur mera tumhara…in my own words as the lyrics..

Well this is what I was. So the stories told by my Dad used to be the world of my dreamz. I used to ask so many questions and I used to get replies that made me accept without any second thoughts. This Appa Sonna Kathaigal series will be those stories that inspired me with those childish logics and concepts.

Expect stories in this title, which I used to listen before going to sleep…

Happy Holi in IT Style !!!

Letz Celebrate the Festival of Colors

System.out.println(”Happy Holi”);

Yaavarum Nalam (2009)

Yaavarum Nalam (2009) is a bilingual film directed by Vikram. K. Kumar starring Madhavan and Neetu Chandra in leading roles. Yes The Movies has been released in Hindi as well it named 13B. I’m not going to tell you all here what the movie is all about. Coz revealing it may unveil the suspense and it will not make any sense watching the movie !

Guys n Gurlz, I tell u it’s not just another Maddy’s Film.

Before entering the Satyam Entrance, I was into pre conclusions on seeing the posters that, it’s gonna be another “Thambi”, “Yevano Oruvan” type movies, where he’ll fight against the ill effects caused to the people by TV (Serials, movies…etc) But, when the movie started, I was deeply absorbed into the screen as Movie’s back score was really really awesome. By the time they started showing the names and the graphics which picked up No. 13 from every name that was displayed on the screen, my thoughts started changing slowly…”OK it’s something different…”. And as the movie slowly drifted through the time, I could find something very thrilling and suspense was at its peak in my mind.

Few things I noted, worth mentioning.

1. Whatever Number people say in the movie or you come across, it will sum up to 13. The Address, The Flat door no, The floor no, The TV channel (24X7), the Medical Expense amount in Rs. (only one place) etc

2. Maddy’s Performance – Awesome. Lot more better than his recent movies

3. The Story Line – Thrilling

4. The Suspense and the way the fear that creeps into your mind when watching the movie (IN THEATRE) with all those DTS sound effects

5. The Screenplay is of course has played a major role in the movie. You can see the difference only at the end. The whole movie is screened in a dull green ambience (ofcourse u can see the difference in colors, but in the end You’ll realize it). The video will change to normal colorful one after that Climax. I do not want to say why it has been filmed like that. You should go n see yourself and watch., That will be really thrilling and nail biting experience.

6. As mentioned below, there were some loopholes, but leave all those things and watch it with full horror mind.

7. Good inbuilt comedy which are in good timing (No separate comedy tracks I meant )

8. Only two short songs and ofcourse one in the end for the theme.

9. The changes in the notion in your mind causing by the screenplay was something to be mentioned here. You’ll think “OK ..he is one and this is how it had happened…” Suddenly after few scenes, you’ll change your mind “Oh My God…What this?” but without compromising the earlier scenes, your conclusions will be justified. !

10. Inclusion of a TV Serial was something different and believe me, it won’t be boring till the end.

11. Nice Flat and the not to forget to mention about the LIFT.

12. The Industrial Power (Electrical Power) ofcourse which gives a shock to some of the characters of the movie.(Those who have watched can understand)

13. Unexpected Climax !! – AWESOME J

So it’s a different movie in the recent releases.

Rating: ● ● ● ● o (4/5)

P.S. Please Do Watch in a Multiplex or in a Decent Theatre so that you will not miss out the effects that builds the thrill. Now, do not ask me did I noticed only 13 points in the movie?? :O

Happy Women’s Day !!!!!

You can feel her care in the form of a Sister
You can feel her warmth in form of a Friend
You can feel her passion in form of a Beloved
You can feel her dedication in a form of Wife
You can feel her divinity in form of a Mother
You can feel her blessings in form of a Grandmother

Her Heart is so Tender
Yet she is so Tough too

So Naughty, So Charming, So Sharing, So Melodious,

She is a WOMAN

HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY

Happy New Year 2009 :)

Hi All

New year has arrived. Lets expect lots n lots of gud things to happen around us. January 1st was indeed a wonderful day inspite of the day being a working day for me. It was one of the greatest opportunity to call frnz and chat.  The day was really exciting with my cellphone ringing ‘n’ number of times. I too had called up frnz, to whom I’ve not spoken for a long time.

My presence in the office was well established by swiping in and logging in to my system. And then, few of us left the campus soon in the morning for a movie and then we’re back in the campus @  afternoon. After that I was into my usual job of fixing a problem that we faced in the Application (Software Engineer !!!!!)

Well, New year is incomplete without sending SMS to frnz. It can be either a forward message of it can be a personal message from your special ones. Both of them gives you extreme happiness & Joy. I felt the same today. Many network operators like Airtel/Vodafone/….. charge for outgoing SMS, but its really difficult to leave the Mobile key pad undisturbed. So people send messages inspite of them being charged.

Party goers form a separate category and they go goo- goo gaa-gaa over the DJ’s music and they rock the dance floors. Of course, there will be no limit for the enjoyment and excitement. Not only the network becomes busy but the traffic too !! ECR and OMR are the main target of traffic congestion. But then, having ur loved one in the pillion and going for a long ride, that too in such an occasion doesn’t hurt one’s comfort in the City roads !!!!

Finally, one thing people which never miss to talk about is RESOLUTIONS !!!

“Wats ur new year resolution?“

will be the most used sentence on this day . Even I used to think of some resolution, but it never fits properly in my daily routine. So I just Live Life as it comes. Enjoy it to the fullest without any grudges !!! Thats my policy

Fine,  lemme conclude this post with a SMS which I forwarded to all my frnz….

May the year 2009 bring 4 U…

# Sweetest Sunday

# Marvelous Monday

# Tasty Tuesday

# Wonderful Wednesday

# Thankful Thursday

# Friendly Friday

# Successful Saturday

Wish U all a Happy & Prosperous NEW YEAR 2009 !!!

Catchya all in the next post….Till then have a wonderful year ahead

Without Wax,

Kally

Angels & Demons (2009)

The Movie “Angels and Demons” based on Dan Brown’s famous Novel, is gonna get released this May 2009. Keep your fingers crossed. I just can’t wait for so long. I”m so desperate to watch. But we can’t do anything about it. No other go . We need to wait !!!

Hope you all know the story behind this. If not, just go and grab a copy of it and finish it off. Coz, the movie preview is itself damn awesome. Lets see how the movie is gonna be. I just visited the official website of this movie. I was amazed looking at the site design, the background sound effect and the look n feel of it.  Just look at the 3 images consisting of Angel, Demon & AngelDemon Combination.

“Woooooooow….”, this is what I could say. Please look at the screen shots below…

Awesome know????????

Well If u just look into the site directly You’ll know how it reall looked. I’ve not seen the Dan Brown’s series of movie the previos one “Da Vinci Code”. But I am in great expectation about this movie.

Ok fine. Some details about this movie now:

The Movie : The team behind the global phenomenon “The Da Vinci Code” returns for the highly anticipated “Angels & Demons,” based upon the bestselling novel by Dan Brown.  Tom Hanks reprises his role as Harvard religious expert Robert Langdon, who once again finds that forces with ancient roots are willing to stop at nothing, even murder, to advance their goals.  Ron Howard again directs the film, which is produced by Brian Grazer, Ron Howard, and John Calley.  The screenplay is by David Koepp and Akiva Goldsman.

When Langdon discovers evidence of the resurgence of an ancient secret brotherhood known as the Illuminati – the most powerful underground organization in history – he also faces a deadly threat to the existence of the secret organization’s most despised enemy: the Catholic Church.  When Langdon learns that the clock is ticking on an unstoppable Illuminati time bomb, he jets to Rome, where he joins forces with Vittoria Vetra, a beautiful and enigmatic Italian scientist.  Embarking on a nonstop, action-packed hunt through sealed crypts, dangerous catacombs, deserted cathedrals, and even to the heart of the most secretive vault on earth, Langdon and Vetra will follow a 400-year-old trail of ancient symbols that mark the Vatican’s only hope for survival.

Directed by: Ron Hovard

Screenplay by: David Koepp and Akiva Goldsman

Produced by: Brian Grazer, Ron Howard, John Calley

Based upon the novel by: Dan Brown (come on guys u need this here??)

Cast:
Tom Hanks, Ewan McGregor, Ayelet Zurer, Stellan Skarsgård, Pierfrancesco, Favino, Nikolaj Lie Kaas and Armin Mueller-Stahl

Official Website: http://www.angelsanddemons.com

Watch the Trailer. dont Miss It

Santa – Do U know him?

In this Christmas Eve, I just logged into my yahoo mail after a long time. I found a stack of “Please Moderate” mails from my blog. I opened the items one by one to read through the comments. I’m happy that lots of readers not only scan my blog but take pains to post a comment on it. So I just sat again on my comp and started drafting a copy of this Santa – Do U know him? Post. Here it is for you…..

Thank You Readers !!!!

Baby Santa

Santa is also known as: Father Christmas, Father Frost, Joulupukki, Kris Kringle, Père Noël, Sabdiklos, Saint Nicolas, Sancte Claus, Sinter Klaas, Weihnachtsmann

Many of us know about a fat, white-bearded, jolly man in red dress with white cuffs and a red trouser brings gifts and distributes it to the children. We have known him as “Santa” or “Christmas thatha !!” (Thatha in Tamil translates to Grandfather). Do you know who is this man who brings us gifts and why is he getting gifts for us? Read on….

Santa Claus is also called as Saint Nicholas or Kris Kringle or Father Christmas or just Santa, the legendary patron saint of children; an imaginary being who is thought to bring presents to children at Christmas. Hey wait, I forgot to mention one thing. Father Christmas is the British usage of Santa and Kris Kringle is the US usage of Santa. So we have with us the American version of Santa – Kris Kringle, who lives at the north Pole and our British version of Santa – Father Christmas, lives in Lapland (Finland).  Saint Nicholas was the first figure of inspiration behind the Christian figure of Santa Claus. He is a Greek Christian Bishop who belonged to the 4^th century. Nicholas was famous for his generous gifts to the poor.

Since the 1950s, Santa has happily sojourned at Napapiiri, near Rovaniemi, at times other than Christmas, to meet children and the young at heart. By 1985 his visits to Napapiiri had become so regular that he established his own Santa Claus Office there. He comes there every day of the year to hear what children want for Christmas and to talk with children who have arrived from around the world. Santa Claus Village is also the location of Santa’s main Post Office, which receives children’s letters from the four corners of the world.

Children naturally wanted to know where Santa Claus actually came from. Where did he live when he wasn’t delivering presents? Those questions gave rise to the legend that Santa Claus lived at the North Pole, where his Christmas-gift workshop was also located. Santa Claus’s home traditionally includes a residence and a workshop where he creates – often with the aid of elves or other supernatural beings – the gifts he delivers to good children at Christmas. Some stories and legends include a village, inhabited by his helpers, surrounding his home and shop.

So this is the small intro about the Santa !! Hope you liked it. And I wish u all A Happy, Prosperous, Merry Christmas and I know Santa will deliver the gifts to u tomorrow to all of U. Lets celebrate !!

MERRY CHRISTMASSSSSS & HAPPY NEW YEAR