Clicked the photo yesterday evening while returning home from ofc :-)
Howzzzat
ಆಗಸದಲ್ಲಿ ಕರ್ನಾಟಕ
Clicked the photo yesterday evening while returning home from ofc :-)
Howzzzat
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Clicked the photo yesterday evening while returning home from ofc :-)
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
My First Zen Story
I was surprised but sad.Everything around me from the gaint elephant to the tiny ant,had a shadow.But alas I had none.I had heard that in bad times even the shadows quit you.This was my bad time I thought.
Then I realized.....
I was the light !!!!
Then I realized.....
I was the light !!!!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
ಯುದ್ಧ - A Violent Love Story
ಆಕೆ ಅಪರಾಧಿ. ಆಕೆ ಈತನ ಹೃದಯ ಕದ್ದಿದ್ದಳು . ಆಕೆ ಕಳ್ಳಿ . ಈತ ಕೋಪಗೊಂಡ. ಹುಸಿಗೋಪಗೊಂಡ. ಆಕೆ ಮತೊಮ್ಮೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಗ ಕಣ್ಣು ಹೊಡೆದ .ಆಕೆಗೆ ಆಘಾತವಾಯಿತು. ಕೂಡಲೇ ಚಪ್ಪಲಿಯಿಂದ ತಿರುಗೇಟು ನೀಡಿದಳು .
ಈತ ಸುಮ್ಮನಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ .ಸರಿಯಾದ ಸಮಯಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾದ.ಸಂದರ್ಭ ಬಂದೊಡನೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಹೂಬಾಣದಿಂದ ದಾಳಿ ಮಾಡಿದ .ಗಾಯಗೊಂಡರೂ ಅವಳು ಅದೇ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದ ಮಾಡಿದ ಬಲೆ ಬೀಸಿದಳು .ಆತ ಸೆರೆಯಾದ .ಕಪ್ಪ ಕಾಣಿಕೆಯಂತೆ ಆತ ಆಕೆಗೆ ಮುಳ್ಳಿಂದ ಕೂಡಿದ ಗುಲಾಬಿ ಹೂವು ನೀಡಿದ . ತಿಳಿಯದೆ ಅದನ್ನು ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡ ಆಕೆಯ ಬೆರಳಿನಿಂದ ರಕ್ತ ಚಿಮ್ಮಿತು .ರಕ್ತ ದಾಹಿಯಾದ ಅವನು ಕೂಡಲೇ ಆಕೆಯ ರಕ್ತ ಹೀರಿದ .ಆಕೆಯ ಕೆನ್ನೆ ಕೆಂಡಮಂಡಲವಾಯಿತು .(ನಾಚಿಕೆಯಿಂದ ಕೆಂಪಾಯಿತು )
ಸಂಧಾನಕ್ಕೆ ಹಿರಿಯರು ಬಂದರು ಇಬ್ಬರನ್ನು ರಣರಂಗಕ್ಕೆ ತಂದರು .ಒಂದೇ ಕಡೆ ಕೂಡಿಸಿದರು .ಇಬ್ಬರ ನಡುವೆ ಬೆಂಕಿ ಉರಿಯುತಿತ್ತು .ಮಣಮಣನೆ ಮಂತ್ರ ಗೊಣಗುತಿದ್ದ ಮಧ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಸಂಧಾನಕಾರನು ಅವರಿಬ್ಬರ ನಡುವೆ ಉರಿಯುತಿದ್ಧ ಬೆಂಕಿಗೆ ತುಪ್ಪ ಸುರಿಯುತಿದ್ಧ .ಅಗ್ನಿಯು ಆ ಚೌಕಟ್ಟಿನೆಲ್ಲೆಡೆ ಆವರಿಸಿತ್ತು .ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲು ಕುಂಕುಮ ತುಂಬಿ ಭೂಮಿ ಕೆಂಪಾಗಿತ್ತು .ಆತನ ಕಡೆಯವರು ಆಕೆಯ ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಬತ್ತಿಯಿಟ್ಟರು (ಅಗರಬತ್ತಿ ). ಅದರಿಂದ ಬಂದ ಹೊಗೆ ಇಡೀ ರಣರಂಗವನ್ನೇ ಆವರಿಸಿತ್ತು.
ಸಂಧಾನಕಾರರು ಅವರಿಬ್ಬರ ಕೈ ಕೈ ಮಿಲಾಯಿಸಿದರು. ಅವರಿಬ್ಬರೂ ಯುದ್ಧ ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿದರು. ಅಗ್ನಿಯ ಸುತ್ತ ಎಚ್ಚರಿಕೆಯಿಂದ ತಿರುಗಿದರು. ವೀರ ಹೋರಾಟ ನೋಡಲು ನೂರಾರು ಜನ ಸೇರಿದ್ದರು .ವೀರ ಕಹಳೆ ಮೊಳಗಿತು. ಗಂಟೆ ನಗಾರಿಯ ಶಬ್ದ ಎಲ್ಲೆಡೆ ಕೇಳಿ ಬರುತಿತ್ತು .ಆತ ಕೂಡಲೇ ಆಕೆಯ ಕುತ್ತಿಗೆಗೆ ತಾಳಿ ಬಿಗಿದ. ಆದರೆ ಆಕೆ ಸೋಲೊಪ್ಪಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಮರುದಿನವೇ ಆತನ ಜುಟ್ಟು ತನ್ನ ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿರುವಂತೆ ನೋಡಿಕೊಂಡಳು .
ವರ್ಷಗಳೇ ಉರುಳಿತು .ಯುದ್ಧ ಮುಂದುವರಿಯುತಿತ್ತು. ಆಕೆಗೆ ಕಟ್ಟಿದ ತಾಳಿ ಸಿಡಿಲಗೊಳ್ಳಲಿಲ್ಲ .ಆಕೆ ಆತನ ಜುಟ್ಟು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಕೊಟಿಲ್ಲ. ಯುದ್ಧ ಮುಂದುವರಿಯುತಿತ್ತು .ಆಕೆ ಲಟ್ಟಣಿಗೆಯಿಂದ ಪ್ರಹಾರ ಮಾಡಿದರೆ ಆತ ಶಿರಸ್ತ್ರಾಣ ಧರಿಸುತಿದ್ಧ .ಆತ ಕುಡಿದು ಬಂದು ತೊಂದರೆ ಮಾಡಿದರೆ ಆಕೆಗೆ ತವರು ಮನೆ ಆಸರೆಯಗುತಿತ್ತು .ಯುದ್ಧ ಮುಂದುವರಿಯುತಿತ್ತು .ಮುಂದುವರೆಯುತಿರುತ್ತದೆ ....ಇಬ್ಬರ ವೀರಮರಣದ ತನಕ.
"ಸಮರ" ಸವೇ ಜೀವನ .
"ವೀರ"ಸವೇ ಮರಣ .
ಈತ ಸುಮ್ಮನಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ .ಸರಿಯಾದ ಸಮಯಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾದ.ಸಂದರ್ಭ ಬಂದೊಡನೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಹೂಬಾಣದಿಂದ ದಾಳಿ ಮಾಡಿದ .ಗಾಯಗೊಂಡರೂ ಅವಳು ಅದೇ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದ ಮಾಡಿದ ಬಲೆ ಬೀಸಿದಳು .ಆತ ಸೆರೆಯಾದ .ಕಪ್ಪ ಕಾಣಿಕೆಯಂತೆ ಆತ ಆಕೆಗೆ ಮುಳ್ಳಿಂದ ಕೂಡಿದ ಗುಲಾಬಿ ಹೂವು ನೀಡಿದ . ತಿಳಿಯದೆ ಅದನ್ನು ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡ ಆಕೆಯ ಬೆರಳಿನಿಂದ ರಕ್ತ ಚಿಮ್ಮಿತು .ರಕ್ತ ದಾಹಿಯಾದ ಅವನು ಕೂಡಲೇ ಆಕೆಯ ರಕ್ತ ಹೀರಿದ .ಆಕೆಯ ಕೆನ್ನೆ ಕೆಂಡಮಂಡಲವಾಯಿತು .(ನಾಚಿಕೆಯಿಂದ ಕೆಂಪಾಯಿತು )
ಸಂಧಾನಕ್ಕೆ ಹಿರಿಯರು ಬಂದರು ಇಬ್ಬರನ್ನು ರಣರಂಗಕ್ಕೆ ತಂದರು .ಒಂದೇ ಕಡೆ ಕೂಡಿಸಿದರು .ಇಬ್ಬರ ನಡುವೆ ಬೆಂಕಿ ಉರಿಯುತಿತ್ತು .ಮಣಮಣನೆ ಮಂತ್ರ ಗೊಣಗುತಿದ್ದ ಮಧ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಸಂಧಾನಕಾರನು ಅವರಿಬ್ಬರ ನಡುವೆ ಉರಿಯುತಿದ್ಧ ಬೆಂಕಿಗೆ ತುಪ್ಪ ಸುರಿಯುತಿದ್ಧ .ಅಗ್ನಿಯು ಆ ಚೌಕಟ್ಟಿನೆಲ್ಲೆಡೆ ಆವರಿಸಿತ್ತು .ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲು ಕುಂಕುಮ ತುಂಬಿ ಭೂಮಿ ಕೆಂಪಾಗಿತ್ತು .ಆತನ ಕಡೆಯವರು ಆಕೆಯ ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಬತ್ತಿಯಿಟ್ಟರು (ಅಗರಬತ್ತಿ ). ಅದರಿಂದ ಬಂದ ಹೊಗೆ ಇಡೀ ರಣರಂಗವನ್ನೇ ಆವರಿಸಿತ್ತು.
ಸಂಧಾನಕಾರರು ಅವರಿಬ್ಬರ ಕೈ ಕೈ ಮಿಲಾಯಿಸಿದರು. ಅವರಿಬ್ಬರೂ ಯುದ್ಧ ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿದರು. ಅಗ್ನಿಯ ಸುತ್ತ ಎಚ್ಚರಿಕೆಯಿಂದ ತಿರುಗಿದರು. ವೀರ ಹೋರಾಟ ನೋಡಲು ನೂರಾರು ಜನ ಸೇರಿದ್ದರು .ವೀರ ಕಹಳೆ ಮೊಳಗಿತು. ಗಂಟೆ ನಗಾರಿಯ ಶಬ್ದ ಎಲ್ಲೆಡೆ ಕೇಳಿ ಬರುತಿತ್ತು .ಆತ ಕೂಡಲೇ ಆಕೆಯ ಕುತ್ತಿಗೆಗೆ ತಾಳಿ ಬಿಗಿದ. ಆದರೆ ಆಕೆ ಸೋಲೊಪ್ಪಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಮರುದಿನವೇ ಆತನ ಜುಟ್ಟು ತನ್ನ ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿರುವಂತೆ ನೋಡಿಕೊಂಡಳು .
ವರ್ಷಗಳೇ ಉರುಳಿತು .ಯುದ್ಧ ಮುಂದುವರಿಯುತಿತ್ತು. ಆಕೆಗೆ ಕಟ್ಟಿದ ತಾಳಿ ಸಿಡಿಲಗೊಳ್ಳಲಿಲ್ಲ .ಆಕೆ ಆತನ ಜುಟ್ಟು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಕೊಟಿಲ್ಲ. ಯುದ್ಧ ಮುಂದುವರಿಯುತಿತ್ತು .ಆಕೆ ಲಟ್ಟಣಿಗೆಯಿಂದ ಪ್ರಹಾರ ಮಾಡಿದರೆ ಆತ ಶಿರಸ್ತ್ರಾಣ ಧರಿಸುತಿದ್ಧ .ಆತ ಕುಡಿದು ಬಂದು ತೊಂದರೆ ಮಾಡಿದರೆ ಆಕೆಗೆ ತವರು ಮನೆ ಆಸರೆಯಗುತಿತ್ತು .ಯುದ್ಧ ಮುಂದುವರಿಯುತಿತ್ತು .ಮುಂದುವರೆಯುತಿರುತ್ತದೆ ....ಇಬ್ಬರ ವೀರಮರಣದ ತನಕ.
"ಸಮರ" ಸವೇ ಜೀವನ .
"ವೀರ"ಸವೇ ಮರಣ .
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Different people different perceptions.
Last Friday I was testing one of our feature which I was developing with two other colleagues,Nagraj and Shruthi. I had to create a hostname in our software and instead of giving normal names such as hostname1 or testhost ,I thought of getting off-track and named it as Shurpanaka. A cool name to name a host machine I thought.
Everything was OK until another Christian colleague noticed this.Now not knowing the story of Ramayana ,she wondered what Shurpanaka meant.She asked me a couple of times but I thought I need not explain as it was so obvious.Also as an hint I jokingly said it was the person ( I meant her) among us. She did not give up.After thinking hard for 68565 milliseconds she reached upon a conclusion.
Can you guess what she concluded??
Well she felt it was a short form of 3 persons who developed the feature :
shur (Shruthi)+
pa(Praveen)+
na(Nagaraj)+
ka(belonging to {in Hindi})
=
Shruthi,Praveen,Nagaraj ka feature !!!!
Wow what an unbelievable matching !!!
No confusion ,Great combination !!
Afterall ,Different people different perceptions :-)
Everything was OK until another Christian colleague noticed this.Now not knowing the story of Ramayana ,she wondered what Shurpanaka meant.She asked me a couple of times but I thought I need not explain as it was so obvious.Also as an hint I jokingly said it was the person ( I meant her) among us. She did not give up.After thinking hard for 68565 milliseconds she reached upon a conclusion.
Can you guess what she concluded??
Well she felt it was a short form of 3 persons who developed the feature :
shur (Shruthi)+
pa(Praveen)+
na(Nagaraj)+
ka(belonging to {in Hindi})
=
Shruthi,Praveen,Nagaraj ka feature !!!!
Wow what an unbelievable matching !!!
No confusion ,Great combination !!
Afterall ,Different people different perceptions :-)
Friday, June 19, 2009
Patience,Anger and Innocence
Yesterday I had as amusing experience which I thought was worth sharing..
A person who was driving his brand new car had a minor accident and his car was standing with one tire over the footpath. He was accompanied by his wife and a very small daughter. No one was hurt and actually no one was interested to have a look at them also. I just happened to overhear their conversation and found it interesting enough to post it here.
Here it goes.
Hero:(introspecting on what went wrong)
Wife: (Angry) : I told you so....
Daughter :( Comparable to Dexter’s irritating sister in her screeching voice) : Papa papa aapko bola tha naa...
Wife: (Angry) : You drive so rashly..
Daughter:(excited) : papa papa aap bahut tez chalate ho
Hero :(sad) : Hmmm
Wife:(angry): You just don’t listen to me.
Daughter:(innocently) papa papa aap to sunte hi nahi ho..
Hero:(Counting 3,23387 and more..controlling his anger): Hmm
Don’t worry why the little girl was translating everything. C’mon she is just so small and very excited to see her car over the footpath,so she can say anything which is there in her mind :)
Wife:( Fuming) : How much might it cost for the repair..
Daughter: (still screeching) : papa papa agar footpath pe car hai to log kaise jaayenge???
[I told you naa she can say anything]
Hero:(amazingly patient) : Hmm around 6-7 thousand.
Wife:(Volcanic): &*$^#%$^@#%$^@%#
Daughter:(inquisitive) Papa papa hum ghar kaise jaayenge??
Hero:( With superb commonsense and imagination ): McDonalds or Pizza ??
Wife:(Surprised !!) Err..Hmmm ...McDonalds.
Daughter(on the seventh heaven!!) mujhe McAloo tikki aur French fries chahiye...
Hero: (Taking his wallet) : Take this Rs:500 and take munni to McDonalds and take a rick to home. I will get the car repaired and reach home...We'll continue shopping next week.
That’s it, he had hit the bull’s eye and then he lived happily ...that day.
A person who was driving his brand new car had a minor accident and his car was standing with one tire over the footpath. He was accompanied by his wife and a very small daughter. No one was hurt and actually no one was interested to have a look at them also. I just happened to overhear their conversation and found it interesting enough to post it here.
Here it goes.
Hero:(introspecting on what went wrong)
Wife: (Angry) : I told you so....
Daughter :( Comparable to Dexter’s irritating sister in her screeching voice) : Papa papa aapko bola tha naa...
Wife: (Angry) : You drive so rashly..
Daughter:(excited) : papa papa aap bahut tez chalate ho
Hero :(sad) : Hmmm
Wife:(angry): You just don’t listen to me.
Daughter:(innocently) papa papa aap to sunte hi nahi ho..
Hero:(Counting 3,23387 and more..controlling his anger): Hmm
Don’t worry why the little girl was translating everything. C’mon she is just so small and very excited to see her car over the footpath,so she can say anything which is there in her mind :)
Wife:( Fuming) : How much might it cost for the repair..
Daughter: (still screeching) : papa papa agar footpath pe car hai to log kaise jaayenge???
[I told you naa she can say anything]
Hero:(amazingly patient) : Hmm around 6-7 thousand.
Wife:(Volcanic): &*$^#%$^@#%$^@%#
Daughter:(inquisitive) Papa papa hum ghar kaise jaayenge??
Hero:( With superb commonsense and imagination ): McDonalds or Pizza ??
Wife:(Surprised !!) Err..Hmmm ...McDonalds.
Daughter(on the seventh heaven!!) mujhe McAloo tikki aur French fries chahiye...
Hero: (Taking his wallet) : Take this Rs:500 and take munni to McDonalds and take a rick to home. I will get the car repaired and reach home...We'll continue shopping next week.
That’s it, he had hit the bull’s eye and then he lived happily ...that day.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
TIT FOR TAT
As I have done innumerable times before, I went to my terrace for strolling one morning. Everything seemed normal. Since ours is a 3 storied building, I could see the surroundings from considerable height. And yes the kites soaring above me were also a bit more closer than from the terrace of the surrounding houses. A
fter some bird gazing ( both types of birds !!) when I decided to go back downstairs and walked towards the door, I felt a huge thud on my head. I was dazzled and wondered what had hit me only to realize that one of the kites had hit attacked me on my head. (I thought it was an eagle but one of my friends confirmed that it had to be a kite as eagles were bigger and had sharp claws and I would be seriously hurt if attacked by an eagle).The question was not whether it was an eagle or kite, the question was Why ?? I did not have any answer.
fter some bird gazing ( both types of birds !!) when I decided to go back downstairs and walked towards the door, I felt a huge thud on my head. I was dazzled and wondered what had hit me only to realize that one of the kites had hit attacked me on my head. (I thought it was an eagle but one of my friends confirmed that it had to be a kite as eagles were bigger and had sharp claws and I would be seriously hurt if attacked by an eagle).The question was not whether it was an eagle or kite, the question was Why ?? I did not have any answer.Several days passed and I did not get an opportunity to go to the terrace, but when I got I made sure I
took a small stick to defend myself. For some minutes I watched all the birds (crows, pigeons and kites were the only recognizable birds by me) and made special attempt to keep track of any kite eyeing on me. When no birds showed any interest in me, I thought that the earlier attack was just a one off event and so lowered my weapon. And guess what, within 30 seconds of laying my guard down; I felt that thud on my head again!!!!
And yes it was again the kite. Was it the same kite? I can’t tell. And why it attacked me twice is still a mystery. And to add to the mystery was that my other family members who still go to terrace or anyone in our building were not attacked. I asked God..Why me???
The closest thing I can relate to my encounter with the kite is that I was encouraged by the bird photography of my manager and just for the thrill of it ,I had taken the photo of this kite !!!
e using a plastic water sprinkler(pichkaari) which is actually used to spray colored water duri
ng Holi.One fine day when I was in my balcony, I heard the gate sound. When I bent over to see who was there I got hit by some object on my head. Instinctively I looked upwards and found a monkey grinning at me. And I need not tell you that I was hit by the same pichkaari that I had lost some days back. Strange are the ways of nature.
During my college days we used to travel home to college by our college bus. Once while waiting for the bus, I had absentmindedly picked some blades of grass and kept it in my book. I had forgotten all about it unti
l I was asked about it by my that day's seat-mate Madhava who was using my book for fanning himself and the grass blades fell on his lap. I realized that I had put it in my book for no reason but when I have got a ready made bakra why let go?
I acted paranoid for losing the all important blades of grass. I Informed him that the grass was some sort of American grass (?!) and that planting even one blade would cause the whole garden to fill with the grass and would look like a tennis court. It was of some rare species and I had got it from my (imaginary)friends uncle but now I was left with 2 blades of grass. But a large hearted being like me could not see him guilty so as a mark of my forgiveness I gave him one of my blades which he planted at his house and waited in vain to prosper.
After coming to know of being "bakrified" he vowed to take revenge on me and it was very easy.
In engineering we used to write our internal exams on what was called the blue book. And when the Engineering graphics internal came near I approached him to ask as to what to carry for the internals. He replied there was something called as "Blue sheets" for graphics internals. I spent the whole day searching all bookstores in chikmagalur in search of the blue sheets which never existed!!! Yes I too was bakrified...”
TIT FOR TAT indeed.
this I remember that I have taken some pictures of bats too, have driven away many of the dogs sleeping in front of our gate and have taken panga with many animals from the species of homo-sapiens.
I wonder what is in store for me!!!!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
EVOLUTION
DISCLAIMER :The character and incidents portrayed and the names herein are factual and any similarity to the name, character and history of any person, living , is entirely incidental and portrayed for the sole reason of blowing his own trumpet
This is the picture story of how a budding genius has now become a blooming idiot :-)
Long long back there lived a young boy named Praveen (aptly named as the Proficient,expert ,skilled etc etc).
Well he was multi talented... and here are some examples.
He danced when he was very small...
and danced when he was little older
and danced when he was more older
and danced when he was still more older
and danced when he was still more older
and well he danced all his way to stage shows
There were many weird fans of him !!
He was good in sports too.....
He played cricket...
and scored many centuries !!
and was good in athletics too
and hey he had his share of acrobatics ..well a great team worker you know., who helped construct the eighth wonder of the world: The pyramid of Cordial school
Well thats not all ...
He sang too ....
His songs were such a rage that people listed to them regularly on their I-pod
Conducted quiz programs too ...
Which is why he won tons of awards :-))
and some of them are here....
He was on the verge of making it to the walk of fame....
Then the disaster struck !!!!!
He got selected to a software company....
and unfortunately he became an IT professional.....( why is he finding so hard to smile ??)
Managers started putting pressure on him using various methods...
The manager thinks he has 5 heads and 10 hands to work
The team mates are not co-operative :-(
Requests started pouring from onsite too :-(
He is now under lot of pressure with so much responsibility on his shoulders
His life as of now is virtually reduced to... !!!!
Boooooooooooooo hooooooooooooooo
But inspite of all this, he enjoys the colours of life :-)
and knows he will be successful one day...
This ends the picture story of how a budding genius has now become a blooming idiot :-)
This is the picture story of how a budding genius has now become a blooming idiot :-)
Long long back there lived a young boy named Praveen (aptly named as the Proficient,expert ,skilled etc etc).
Well he was multi talented... and here are some examples.
He danced when he was very small...
and danced when he was little older
and danced when he was more older
and danced when he was still more older
and danced when he was still more older
and well he danced all his way to stage shows
There were many weird fans of him !!
He was good in sports too.....
He played cricket...
and scored many centuries !!
and was good in athletics too
and hey he had his share of acrobatics ..well a great team worker you know., who helped construct the eighth wonder of the world: The pyramid of Cordial school
Well thats not all ...
He sang too ....
His songs were such a rage that people listed to them regularly on their I-pod
Conducted quiz programs too ...
Which is why he won tons of awards :-))
and some of them are here....
He was on the verge of making it to the walk of fame....
Then the disaster struck !!!!!
He got selected to a software company....
and unfortunately he became an IT professional.....( why is he finding so hard to smile ??)
Managers started putting pressure on him using various methods...
The manager thinks he has 5 heads and 10 hands to work
The team mates are not co-operative :-(
Requests started pouring from onsite too :-(
He is now under lot of pressure with so much responsibility on his shoulders
His life as of now is virtually reduced to... !!!!
Boooooooooooooo hooooooooooooooo
But inspite of all this, he enjoys the colours of life :-)
and knows he will be successful one day...
This ends the picture story of how a budding genius has now become a blooming idiot :-)
Monday, March 30, 2009
Summer of 99
Hey folks,
This is the school group photo of our SSLC batch (1999).I felt very nostalgic seeing this photo, so thought of dedicating a blog to my friends and teachers.After all its exactly 10 years since we wrote our final exams in SSLC .Here I try to jot down 1 fact which I remember as soon as I see the face.Please excuse and correct me if I get some facts wrong !!
Starting from top row ,left to right:
Harsha : Cricket we used to play in Saraswathinagar ground.
Satish : Very good in quiz, especially the sports quizzes.
V Kiran :
Prashanth Kasbekar : Eccentric !! Knew all questions and answers byheart (in order too !!) and could recite them even if you woke him @ midnight!! obviously one of the class toppers.
Manjunath (?!):
Chetan: Kabaddi ..what else ?
Ravindra:Used to visit his relatives near my house.
Girish:Took utmost care of his cycle,Was fastest runner among boys !!! I had tore his pants while playing kabaddi once :-)
Nityananda: Always being punished for one thing or other :-(
Avinash:We used to play cricket at his house.He was the one who introduced me to the world of TV video games.
S Kiran: Used to write beautiful ,concise essays !!
Nishanth:My closest competitor for best student award.Very popular and was very good @ quizzes.
Second row left to right :
Savita :
Sheeba:
Shwetha :
Divya S : Was a good dancer.I used to always tease her as "Annamman dance !!"
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Madhushree:
Bina Bailey : Needle like creature.The only being the world to complement me for my dancing skills :-)
Gayatri Hegde: Very silent girl..
Ashwini:
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Manju : Very very silent girl .. When ever we wanted to sit very quite we would say "Manju virus" and then would sit silently for around 15 min.
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Third row left to right:
Praveen : The great me :-)
Mahesh M: Oily nose ;-) We used to play our pranks so silently that one of our madam named us : silent mischief makers.
Seema : When I joined the school in 6th standard,I was made to sit beside her.She had not allowed me to keep the bag on the bench as I had snatched her position of bench leader :-(
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Sangeeta:
Divya M:
Prathibha: A good singer.There was a poem in our syllabus which she found very difficult to byheart (karunaalu baa ಬೆಳಕೆ) .In the next year,I was surprised she sang the same song and won the competition.I learnt 2 things then: a) There is some magic in music . b) when you like what you do, no task is difficult
Revathi:Once teachers caught us thinking that she was copying my paper but we were released(?!) as I was on first bench and she in the last bench in the exam hall.(FYI, I dont think I have ever allowed anyone to copy my papers :-(
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Prathima:Used to shout with a loud screechy voice.Fastest runner among girls.
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Vinodini :
T Raghavendra:Naughtiest boy in our class.
Vijay R:Was too proud of his gear cycle :-)
Teachers (left to right):
Jai Shankar : PT Sir : Intoduced some music which was played in taperecorder for going from assembly to the class ..
Narasaiah:Science teacher(physics): Was responsible for my interest in stars. ( well even now I have interest in ...err.... film stars :-)
Hemalatha : Maths teacher: When I joined the school in 6th standard, it was her class that I attended first.In SSLC, we used to practise dance @ her house.Ate delicious bread pakodas also..
Mary George : HM and Moral Science teacher:
Vijayalakshmi:Science teacher(biology): Strict and methodical.Made full use of black-board.She had the unique distinction of making everyone cry in the class.She doesn't know that she did not make me cry.( wierd but true )
Nagaveni: Kannada teacher : Would make us enact stories in class.
Subhashini: English teacher: Another strict teacher. I always messed up spellings of weather and whether and she would get mad everytime she saw the same mistake :-)
Sujaya :Social Science teacher: Well I got 96 in SS where everyone else hated the subject.She was a good singer too.
Ganapathi: Sanskrit teacher: Very soft spoken , kind hearted gentleman.
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Some teachers who are missing in the photo:
Subhadra : Science Teacher (chemistry),English : Was very friendly with students.
Sreejatha : Sanskrit Teacher: Who taught us अ आ इ ई of sanskrit.
Parvatamma : SUPW teacher: Well she taught us to make crafts !!
Some friends who are missing in the photo:
Raghunandan:
Archana :One of the class toppers.Very systematic. I liked her handwriting.Infact the way I write the letter "a" was copied from her :-)
Poornima: Next to my name in attendence. I used to hate standing next to her as I felt superiority complex due to my height.
Shreyas: This small stout fellow was very agile .
Naveen, Navya : Twins.
Brinda/vrunda : Classical singer ..
and many more...
UPDATE:
Since many are left out in that SSLC photo, I think it would be a good idea to upload our sixth standard photo too....
Friday, February 27, 2009
MIKE'S STRIKE
A greedy laborer Mike
Planned to buy a bike
To fulfill whatever his like
Decided to sit on hunger strike.
Day by day the tension grew
The employers called up the crew,
The reason for his strike no one did knew
More bonus was his idea thought a few.
Still there was no satisfaction
No reason for his passion
So they decided by tradition
They shall take no further action
He lay sat at hunger strike
Until the hunger really did strike
He remembered the food, forgot the bike.
Thus he gave up the hunger strike.
This is the story of poor old Mike
Who gave up the strike when hunger really did strike.
Thus he put an end to his greed,
And thought his salary was enough for himself to feed.
(Poem written long back when I was in school )
Friday, January 23, 2009
In the midst of Page-3 personalities
Wow , what a relief! I am just out of the cab and walking home.After a long time I had missed my 6:15 cab and had inevitably taken the next cab and boy, what a eyeopening,ear-shattering journey it was.
Before you start getting curious let me tell you what happened.I sat beside the driver and the cab (other than me and the driver) was filled with aliens from venus i.e creatures from the female species.And as usual ,they started gossiping.I was not surprised by this as I had been tormented like this from the aliens before*.So knowing that nothing useful will come out of this I took out my ear saviour:- The mobile earphones ,and started listening to music.The driver must have felt the same as he too switched the radio on.As time went by,the decibel levels from the aliens started to increase.That I was travelling through the notoriously traffic infected airport road did not help either.And with that much volume,it was impossible NOT to listen to what the girls were talking.Surround sound effect!!! So I lent my unfortunate ear to listen to them.And this is when I was led through various planets within 40 min.
It started with the planet selling chudidars.I found out that the light parrot green-white combination is the common favourite among them and most of them liked light-purple-yellow combination (Nokia-siemens colours !!) .And that CENTRAL mall on MG road has a mindblowing discount on some dress material (which was immaterial to me).
The cab driver shared a glace with me gave me a this-is-your-first-time-but-I-bear-it-everyday look.
My next destination was a planet of microwave ovens.Yes, one of the "girl" was married and was giving a handover session on how to cook using a oven.What temperature,how much time,the utensils to keep etc was explained in meticulous detail.Then came the problems of single moms followed by expert reviews on RNBDJ and Ghajini followed by faithfulness of dogs and nakhras of cats and of-course make-up.(I remembered that once my sister had pointed out that Deepika Padukone's mascara costs Rs:40000 but I had not bought her atleast a Rs:40 wala .I avoided sharing this important piece of information for the fear of having to continue on topics I have least knowledge).
By now my ears had started bleeding .There was more gyaan given in that 40 minutes which details I will spare.It was like the matrix fight where I was dodging the sound waves hurled at me simultaneously by 5 ruthless extra-terrestrials.
As I reached my much sought destination (place where I get down), the last part of the session was on questions asked by "innocent" children.Questions like why should we pray,is god male or female? etc.At that point of time I too had some "innocent" questions like "Is there a power called GOD? and if yes, then why is he not helping me to break free from the clutches of these aliens.
I got the answer.There is "God" because my stop had come and I could get down leaving back the poor soul (driver) to wage a lone battle .But since he is accustomed to this,I knew he would be fine.
But wait a second !!
One of the alien Radhika (Name changed to save my job as she in an HR) too got down there and we started to walk together.Now that she did not have anyone to share her chatar-patar, I was the soft target.We started talking about our work,timings,team and other general things. When she mentioned that she was pissed off by city traffic, I replied that it should not be a problem for an girl-majority cab and since she was an HR as well she would enjoy talking much more to which she shot back saying " Hey, I don't like gossipping or all that crap which we were discussing in our cab .It was only that I did not have an other work that I was forced to talk .Else I am a very silent person.And please do not generalize that all HR are talkative."
Seizing the opportunity, I told her how much I was irritated by their conversations.She said I was lucky as yesterday it was much worse.They had discussed about different types of foam used for bed,the better sweeper between Broom and vacuum cleaner etc...Yeah there is really a GOD who saved me again then,,and most probably he must be a male to understand my problem !!
Just another revelation, I thought, and reached home safely.
Now you may have a question as to what happens during the 6:15 cab.Here male-female ratio is almost 1:1 and topics are more general and most of the time its silence that does most of the talking.Yet,there are two Keralites who sometimes talk in some encrypted language named Malayalam and decrypting that I had found once that they were discussing about baby girl dresses.Not surprising though,considering that one is the mother of a baby girl and other one just adores girl children and dreams of dressing them like princess ....
Thus ended my enlightening trip to home that day.
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*This is the explanation as to where I had encountered these type of aliens before (mentioned in second paragraph).It was in my previous company where a kitty party group would come to canteen daily (again one of them was an HR) and co-incidentally (?!) our tables would always be next to each other.We called them Page-3 personalities as it was fun to watch their extra animated actions as they spoke.The extra frills, the accent and the topics made them more funny.They would talk about how she was late for office as she had to feed her pet,how yoga classes helped to maintain her figure,how to get rid of dark circles etc..
But I have to admit that sometimes it is these kind of conversations that take the pressure off you and lighten your mood ...
Before you start getting curious let me tell you what happened.I sat beside the driver and the cab (other than me and the driver) was filled with aliens from venus i.e creatures from the female species.And as usual ,they started gossiping.I was not surprised by this as I had been tormented like this from the aliens before*.So knowing that nothing useful will come out of this I took out my ear saviour:- The mobile earphones ,and started listening to music.The driver must have felt the same as he too switched the radio on.As time went by,the decibel levels from the aliens started to increase.That I was travelling through the notoriously traffic infected airport road did not help either.And with that much volume,it was impossible NOT to listen to what the girls were talking.Surround sound effect!!! So I lent my unfortunate ear to listen to them.And this is when I was led through various planets within 40 min.
It started with the planet selling chudidars.I found out that the light parrot green-white combination is the common favourite among them and most of them liked light-purple-yellow combination (Nokia-siemens colours !!) .And that CENTRAL mall on MG road has a mindblowing discount on some dress material (which was immaterial to me).
The cab driver shared a glace with me gave me a this-is-your-first-time-but-I-bear-it-everyday look.
My next destination was a planet of microwave ovens.Yes, one of the "girl" was married and was giving a handover session on how to cook using a oven.What temperature,how much time,the utensils to keep etc was explained in meticulous detail.Then came the problems of single moms followed by expert reviews on RNBDJ and Ghajini followed by faithfulness of dogs and nakhras of cats and of-course make-up.(I remembered that once my sister had pointed out that Deepika Padukone's mascara costs Rs:40000 but I had not bought her atleast a Rs:40 wala .I avoided sharing this important piece of information for the fear of having to continue on topics I have least knowledge).
By now my ears had started bleeding .There was more gyaan given in that 40 minutes which details I will spare.It was like the matrix fight where I was dodging the sound waves hurled at me simultaneously by 5 ruthless extra-terrestrials.
As I reached my much sought destination (place where I get down), the last part of the session was on questions asked by "innocent" children.Questions like why should we pray,is god male or female? etc.At that point of time I too had some "innocent" questions like "Is there a power called GOD? and if yes, then why is he not helping me to break free from the clutches of these aliens.
I got the answer.There is "God" because my stop had come and I could get down leaving back the poor soul (driver) to wage a lone battle .But since he is accustomed to this,I knew he would be fine.
But wait a second !!
One of the alien Radhika (Name changed to save my job as she in an HR) too got down there and we started to walk together.Now that she did not have anyone to share her chatar-patar, I was the soft target.We started talking about our work,timings,team and other general things. When she mentioned that she was pissed off by city traffic, I replied that it should not be a problem for an girl-majority cab and since she was an HR as well she would enjoy talking much more to which she shot back saying " Hey, I don't like gossipping or all that crap which we were discussing in our cab .It was only that I did not have an other work that I was forced to talk .Else I am a very silent person.And please do not generalize that all HR are talkative."
Seizing the opportunity, I told her how much I was irritated by their conversations.She said I was lucky as yesterday it was much worse.They had discussed about different types of foam used for bed,the better sweeper between Broom and vacuum cleaner etc...Yeah there is really a GOD who saved me again then,,and most probably he must be a male to understand my problem !!
Just another revelation, I thought, and reached home safely.
Now you may have a question as to what happens during the 6:15 cab.Here male-female ratio is almost 1:1 and topics are more general and most of the time its silence that does most of the talking.Yet,there are two Keralites who sometimes talk in some encrypted language named Malayalam and decrypting that I had found once that they were discussing about baby girl dresses.Not surprising though,considering that one is the mother of a baby girl and other one just adores girl children and dreams of dressing them like princess ....
Thus ended my enlightening trip to home that day.
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*This is the explanation as to where I had encountered these type of aliens before (mentioned in second paragraph).It was in my previous company where a kitty party group would come to canteen daily (again one of them was an HR) and co-incidentally (?!) our tables would always be next to each other.We called them Page-3 personalities as it was fun to watch their extra animated actions as they spoke.The extra frills, the accent and the topics made them more funny.They would talk about how she was late for office as she had to feed her pet,how yoga classes helped to maintain her figure,how to get rid of dark circles etc..
But I have to admit that sometimes it is these kind of conversations that take the pressure off you and lighten your mood ...
By now the page-3 girls might be sneering ,"Ha ha ha..veeeeeeeery funny :-( "
So Great Going page-3 girls !!! Keep up the chatar-patar and keep finding new victims.
So Great Going page-3 girls !!! Keep up the chatar-patar and keep finding new victims.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The obvious case of Anterograde amnesia.
Like the protagonist of the movie "Ghajini" ,this citizen of India also suffers from Anterograde amnesia.
He forgets all about terrorist attacks that claimed many lives and his anger on the hypocritic politicians only to be reminded of it when another attack happens.
He forgets to use cloth bags while going to market only to remember it when another cow dies of plastic consumption or sees a video about the problems created by plastic.
He forgets to vote only to remember it when he has to say something against the government.
He forgets that he is here to make a life but only remembers how to make a living.
He forgets adding life to years but remembers to add years to life.
He forgets to exercise and remembers it when he sees a obese person struggling through life.
He forgets the all powerful God,but remembers him only when he is in trouble.
He forgets that he is just a guest on this earth and not the owner.Someone has to remind him that one day he will eventually die.
Don't you think this Prajani has more problems than Sanjay Singhania???And whats the solution??
He forgets all about terrorist attacks that claimed many lives and his anger on the hypocritic politicians only to be reminded of it when another attack happens.
He forgets to use cloth bags while going to market only to remember it when another cow dies of plastic consumption or sees a video about the problems created by plastic.
He forgets to vote only to remember it when he has to say something against the government.
He forgets that he is here to make a life but only remembers how to make a living.
He forgets adding life to years but remembers to add years to life.
He forgets to exercise and remembers it when he sees a obese person struggling through life.
He forgets the all powerful God,but remembers him only when he is in trouble.
He forgets that he is just a guest on this earth and not the owner.Someone has to remind him that one day he will eventually die.
Don't you think this Prajani has more problems than Sanjay Singhania???And whats the solution??
Monday, December 15, 2008
NELLI RETURNS
Hi all,
I am back...
What??? you did not know that I was away?? After all the internet space wasted in the 2 blogs below ? Well,it does not matter.All that matters is I am back.
As there was no particular reason for being away,there is no particular reason to come back too.
And in the meantime I see my blog itself has started blogging.Talk about wanting to get its share of limelight!!Or may be it was feeling insecure.Identity crisis ?
I felt the period of non blogging was a bliss just because I did not have to think of what to write next.I stopped waiting for inspiration.I thought Inspiration is wonderful when it happens, but the writer must develop an approach for the rest of the time...The wait for inspiration is simply too long.Then slowly I realized that I need not keep writing so often.I am not running a fortnightly magazine where there is a pressure to finish articles under stringent deadlines.Blogging is just an hobby and since it is my space I can do it at leisure.And moreover I need not write to impress anyone.
So readers beware ....I AM BACK !!!
I am back...
What??? you did not know that I was away?? After all the internet space wasted in the 2 blogs below ? Well,it does not matter.All that matters is I am back.
As there was no particular reason for being away,there is no particular reason to come back too.
And in the meantime I see my blog itself has started blogging.Talk about wanting to get its share of limelight!!Or may be it was feeling insecure.Identity crisis ?
I felt the period of non blogging was a bliss just because I did not have to think of what to write next.I stopped waiting for inspiration.I thought Inspiration is wonderful when it happens, but the writer must develop an approach for the rest of the time...The wait for inspiration is simply too long.Then slowly I realized that I need not keep writing so often.I am not running a fortnightly magazine where there is a pressure to finish articles under stringent deadlines.Blogging is just an hobby and since it is my space I can do it at leisure.And moreover I need not write to impress anyone.
So readers beware ....I AM BACK !!!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
When the pussy cat is away ,mickey mouse will play !!
Hi All,
Let me introduce myself.I am what I am.I am what U are reading.I am THE BLOG.I came to know that my owner who named me Mystery of my spirit is mysteriously missing .And because no one else was concerned what is being written here,I thought I will just try to fill the space till his so-called inspiration comes back.He says he does not know why he felt bored by me or why he is no more interested in me.(To know his arrogance read the blog below).But I don't think he will be away for too long.And till he returns let me tell you some of our secrets and what he thinks of me..
I don't know what he did to share his articles before he met me but what I know is that the main purpose he meets me is to share his thoughts with other people.He thinks that because he is damn sure that his articles wont get published anywhere he can easily type it here and think he has got his published.I laugh at his silliness. HA HA HA.But when I do poke him about this he starts bragging about some of his stuff actually making it to the Engg college magazine "Technovision" and his Polaris company mag "Toggle" .But make no mistake I still feel that it was not because of his literary brilliance but only because there were no more articles to fill their pages.
But deep in his heart he knows that he needs me to scribble some random thoughts that is running in his mind and because he has taken pains to write it he wants someone to take the pain to read it too...What a loser :-)
And more than a loser,he is lazy.Lazy to even cross check what he has written or at least run a spell check and correct spellings.He says he is like Kumaravyasa.Once written he will not crosscheck.He claims he wrote his exams like that only."Write Once Recheck never" is his mantra it seems.But let me tell you by now he should have realised how people get pissed off seeing grammatically incorrect sentences.Now that 2 of his readers(yes some people still read) have commented about it,its high time that he takes spelling seriously.
Now all of a sudden he says that he is not interested in me but I don't care ... Its not as if he is the only writer in the world.My sixth sense is telling me that he will soon be back and I am hoping for the best.And I guarantee you that even if he is back ,his writings will still be amateurish but will be what it was....Random thoughts expressed in random words .
To end with, I shall quote one of Calvinism : "I used to hate writing assignments, but now I enjoy them. I realized that the purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure poor reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!"
So Mr. Mystery of my spirit ...don't get bored.Inflate your ideas ...Come on...WRITE
Let me introduce myself.I am what I am.I am what U are reading.I am THE BLOG.I came to know that my owner who named me Mystery of my spirit is mysteriously missing .And because no one else was concerned what is being written here,I thought I will just try to fill the space till his so-called inspiration comes back.He says he does not know why he felt bored by me or why he is no more interested in me.(To know his arrogance read the blog below).But I don't think he will be away for too long.And till he returns let me tell you some of our secrets and what he thinks of me..
I don't know what he did to share his articles before he met me but what I know is that the main purpose he meets me is to share his thoughts with other people.He thinks that because he is damn sure that his articles wont get published anywhere he can easily type it here and think he has got his published.I laugh at his silliness. HA HA HA.But when I do poke him about this he starts bragging about some of his stuff actually making it to the Engg college magazine "Technovision" and his Polaris company mag "Toggle" .But make no mistake I still feel that it was not because of his literary brilliance but only because there were no more articles to fill their pages.
But deep in his heart he knows that he needs me to scribble some random thoughts that is running in his mind and because he has taken pains to write it he wants someone to take the pain to read it too...What a loser :-)
And more than a loser,he is lazy.Lazy to even cross check what he has written or at least run a spell check and correct spellings.He says he is like Kumaravyasa.Once written he will not crosscheck.He claims he wrote his exams like that only."Write Once Recheck never" is his mantra it seems.But let me tell you by now he should have realised how people get pissed off seeing grammatically incorrect sentences.Now that 2 of his readers(yes some people still read) have commented about it,its high time that he takes spelling seriously.
Now all of a sudden he says that he is not interested in me but I don't care ... Its not as if he is the only writer in the world.My sixth sense is telling me that he will soon be back and I am hoping for the best.And I guarantee you that even if he is back ,his writings will still be amateurish but will be what it was....Random thoughts expressed in random words .
To end with, I shall quote one of Calvinism : "I used to hate writing assignments, but now I enjoy them. I realized that the purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure poor reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!"
So Mr. Mystery of my spirit ...don't get bored.Inflate your ideas ...Come on...WRITE
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Hibernation :-(
HI,
Of late I am losing interest in blogging and am yet to find out the reason.So am planning for a self incuded hibernation. But I would not like to lose some of the articles I would have written if it was not for my disinterest. So what I will do is make a short note on what was in my mind. I don’t think I will elaborate it any day. If at all I blog again it will be coz I will lose interest in "not blogging".
Article: 1
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Charity Begins at home; corruption???
Points that made me write abt it
a) college library had limited stock of text books that were of interest to students. so there was a huge competition to get it under free-book-scheme (scheme where 2 books would be) given to students for the whole semester).And when there is more demand and less supply, corruption is sure to breed. In this case the librarian would take token money(read bribe) from some students and reserve books for them. On the distribution day, While we would struggle to get the books ,they would come 2-3 days later and take the book. This was the first form I bribery I encountered in my life and still feel bad for not fighting against it( and certainly not ashamed for NOT using that service ).
b) This is based purely on what I heard. The story goes that lecturers and wardens share new utensils and other items that comes to the college hostel. And only a part of it goes to the students staying there :-( How cheap!! It reminds me of how the money collected for earthquake/tsunami/flood affected ppl is distributed.
c) and finally the claim for transportation done by the employees .I have seen employees overcharge the claim amount for reimbursement. Also those who go onsite get false bill and claim them back here. another form of corruption :-)
d) there are so many other things that I have lost count
Article :2
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Of God, and religion
Wanted to write what I thought abt the God, its existence, religion, birth and death. And had collected enough points. but now in no mood to write. One of those points is that a person will undergo the birth and death cycle until he gets moksha(salvation).Each person takes a step near moksha every birth. It’s like a product which is tested again and again and you find bugs in every iteration and then solve them and once it passes required test it is released !!!
Article 3:
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I wanted to write about the team building outing we had.We had gone to pegasus institute where we played team-games and learnt a lot about ourselves.It was planned to be on the similar lines on that of the kotligad blog I wrote long ago but I delayed it enough to lose interest now.
Article 4:
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Well I hv lost interest in this particular blog I am writing too.So will stop here.
Ok bye signing off for now.Going in search for an inspiration and motivation for writing again...............
Of late I am losing interest in blogging and am yet to find out the reason.So am planning for a self incuded hibernation. But I would not like to lose some of the articles I would have written if it was not for my disinterest. So what I will do is make a short note on what was in my mind. I don’t think I will elaborate it any day. If at all I blog again it will be coz I will lose interest in "not blogging".
Article: 1
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Charity Begins at home; corruption???
Points that made me write abt it
a) college library had limited stock of text books that were of interest to students. so there was a huge competition to get it under free-book-scheme (scheme where 2 books would be) given to students for the whole semester).And when there is more demand and less supply, corruption is sure to breed. In this case the librarian would take token money(read bribe) from some students and reserve books for them. On the distribution day, While we would struggle to get the books ,they would come 2-3 days later and take the book. This was the first form I bribery I encountered in my life and still feel bad for not fighting against it( and certainly not ashamed for NOT using that service ).
b) This is based purely on what I heard. The story goes that lecturers and wardens share new utensils and other items that comes to the college hostel. And only a part of it goes to the students staying there :-( How cheap!! It reminds me of how the money collected for earthquake/tsunami/flood affected ppl is distributed.
c) and finally the claim for transportation done by the employees .I have seen employees overcharge the claim amount for reimbursement. Also those who go onsite get false bill and claim them back here. another form of corruption :-)
d) there are so many other things that I have lost count
Article :2
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Of God, and religion
Wanted to write what I thought abt the God, its existence, religion, birth and death. And had collected enough points. but now in no mood to write. One of those points is that a person will undergo the birth and death cycle until he gets moksha(salvation).Each person takes a step near moksha every birth. It’s like a product which is tested again and again and you find bugs in every iteration and then solve them and once it passes required test it is released !!!
Article 3:
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I wanted to write about the team building outing we had.We had gone to pegasus institute where we played team-games and learnt a lot about ourselves.It was planned to be on the similar lines on that of the kotligad blog I wrote long ago but I delayed it enough to lose interest now.
Article 4:
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Well I hv lost interest in this particular blog I am writing too.So will stop here.
Ok bye signing off for now.Going in search for an inspiration and motivation for writing again...............
