Monday, November 29, 2010

The Rustle of the Leaves !!!

"""As the sun sets across the ever

darkening sky ;

I sat waiting for her reply .

The days grew long ;

The nights grew short ;

as every passing second

was measured by the beat

of my thumping heart...

Never knew that time held torture ;

as i knew my feelings needed

a stitch and a suture ;

The falling leaves reminded me of

the good and the bad ;

that life could be as green as

the spring;

and as brown as a piece of wood ;

Never had a single word carried so much weight ..

Never had a single word carried such significance...

Never had a single word meant so much...

As night set in ;

my questions still lingered ;

I felt sorrounded ;

with no way out

I knew i could shout ;

for help;

but afraid at the same time;

not sure what she will

think about me ;

As the night went on;

the questions found a voice of their own ;

"Am i right?"

"Or was it pure hindsight?"

"Can i be wrong?"

"Or was it just the effect of a single song?"

The night grew sleepless ;

the ruffle of the leaves ;

a flicker of happiness

running through them ;

at the momentary wisp of life

that passed through them ;

Funny that they are always there ;

yet you need the wind ;

for them to rustle ;

for you to notice them ;

Should i shout;

Should i scream;

Should i cry;

Or am i a coward

if i do so;

As night walked away from dawn;

my emotions tugged at each other.

I looked out ;

as the orange rays of the rising sun;

gave birth to a new day and a new sky

As i walked to my doorstep ;

what lay there left me on a high..

fingers trembling , i picked up

her reply."""

As She Waits For Him !!!

""" .... with glassy eyes ;

she stared deep into the horizon ;

brows forrowed with expectation

and exhaustion ;

a mind filled with mist

and confusion ;

she looked at the sea

and beyond ;

no sign of a sail ;

no sign of a ship ;

memories still young ;

those thoughts and hopes to which

she desperately clung

to ;

the mark of the wedding ring

still fresh on her finger ;

she continued to look

at the sea

searching for signs of

him and love ;

Her mind casts back to times

when dunes and sands ;

meant beaches and fun

and not blood and guns ;

The sun shined on her face ;

as his touch lingered on her ;

she earned for more

as laughter echoed ;

she looked up to see a

bright and smiling face

which promised more ;

a future

a life

happiness and more ;

But , then the letter arrived

as the clarions called for him ;

Happiness wavered

and flickered ;

like a candle wick out of

length ;

as gloom descended on her

she remembered

his final touch ;

his final kiss ;

as he turned around

and waved ;

her ring felt heavier by

the second ;

CRACK !!!

A twig had fallen

from a nearby tree ;

enough to force her

out of her reverie ;

She looked around

and wiped those misty eyes ;

and cast their gaze

on the seas

and the horizon beyond ;

her heart earning

and beating for him ;

as she waited for him ... """

This piece of writing is heavily inspired by Meena Kandasamy's collection of poems " POINT BLANK " .


Shahjahan on the Taj Mahal

Should guilty seek asylum here,
Like one pardoned, he becomes free from sin.
Should a sinner make his way to this mansion,
All his past sins are to be washed away.
The sight of this mansion creates sorrowing sighs;
And the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyes.
In this world this edifice has been made;
To display thereby the creator's glory.

Monday, September 27, 2010

"Raju Anna , Rendu Kalaki, Oru Patoora , Oru Half Gobi"

.How i wish i could keep uttering those lines , day in ,day out . If there's something i miss from college , its got to be Bamboos, Raju Anna (eat)al.

.Those wooden tables with plastic chairs used to be a great backdrop to unwind , let your hair loose ( for girls and some guys too ) , loose your inhibitions and network. Little did i know that these shacks will become an integral part of my life in NITT.

. Those steaming , buttery naans , masala kulchas , pbm , aloo masala , tangri , butter chicken , kalakis , dosa , patoora ,gobi 65,panneer 65, egg biryani , fried rice ... :( :( :( ...
All at dirt cheap prices too :) :) :)

. Wish i could just sit in those one of those plastic chairs now, dine on those wooden tables ,watch the traffic along NH 67, mokkai potufy with the junta from GB 21 , GB 22 and do small talk ..

Some sights and sounds will never fade ...

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Paravai Muniamma and etal



I am in a country whose current obsession are three starry-eyed teeny boppers filled with raging hormones and loads of shady ideas . Demi Lovato , Justin Beiber and Miley Cyrus. The guys froth at the sight of Lovato and Cyrus and so do the girls when they come across Beiber. Their breakups are front page news, the underwear brand they wear sells like hot cakes and a bed bug bite on them is a national calamity . Ok i know , i am giving remba too much build up . But still , most of you would agree that some of the stuff above is true . I agree that they are ridiculously talented , but one just hopes that they act a bit more responsibly , given the gargantuan fan following they enjoy .

When u look at these three , i am reminded of people close , back home. Folk artists have never really got the right end of the stick , in India. Appreciation has been far from coming and the remuneration still farther off . Come to think of it, these are not those people who sign record labels with Sony BMG or Warner Brothers. They are people who come out of remote villages , sing songs to kill their boredom while working on paddy fields and hardly have the means to support their daily lives .

There's this lady full of youth , yet ripe with age , who sang and danced her way into many of our hearts . Paravai Muniamma , enjoys a cult status and has one of the biggest fan followings when it comes to folk artists . Her rendition of "Singam Pola Nadathu Varan Chella Perandi " in the Vikram starrer " Dhool " scorched charts all over Tamil Nadu for almost a year . She has never looked back since then. Whether it be rending out foot tapping numbers on movies or on live stage shows or combining with Vivek to dish out comedy with social relevance , she has taken the much needed recognition for folk artists to the next level . One just hopes , her popularity keeps on increasing , for the betterment of folk artists in Tamil Nadu and for the revival of a dying breed.

But , interestingly she was not the first . Kollangudi Karupaaye , was one of the first entrants into Tamil Cinema ,when it comes to folk music . However, she could gain only limited success and was reduced to playing minor roles in many movies. I bet many of you dont even know who she is . Well , neither could i find a picture of her on Google Images nor could i find a related video of her on Youtube . Says a lot , doesn it .

But , yes , all is not doom and gloom . There has been help extended , from some quarters. People outside the area of tamil folk music have been trying their best to popularize it . One prime example is that of Vijayalakshmi Navaneethakrishnan and her group . If you dont know her, she comes on television once every year during Pongal . Yes, thats the limited reach she has . Really famous for her "Dhink Chak Dhink Chak " song , she has been invited abroad to perform including Omaha in the United States. Finally, some light at the end of the tunnel .

A much more popular couple popularizing Tamil folk music worldwide ,are Anitha and Pushpavanam Kuppuswamy . Many of you would have seen these two on stage shows all over India and around the world . For those who haven , here is a video of their interview . An example of two people , who have dedicated their life to the betterment of Tamil folk music and its associated artistes. Not suprising, when you consider that it was their love for folk music ,which brought them together . I take a bow to them . More recently , he has been seen on the Vijay TV talk show " Vaanga Pesalam " , trying the best he can to popularize this art form . And as a small dedication to him from my side ,heres a song " Kaathadi Pola Endi Enna Suthure " from the movie "Maayavi " ,which i absolutely adore .

One more person , who comes to my mind is Revathi Shankaran . I was lucky enough to meet her when i was doing my 12th standard in school . She was the chief guest for the interschool cultural fest . An amazing folk artist , with a brilliant smile to accompany her amazing voice, she's one of my long time favourites .

But , despite all this , the bottomline is folk music is a dying variety in India. Folk artistes are dwindling by the day . And with most of us switching to fusion , western , metal and rock , one has to think what lays ahead for folk music and the people who practice it . One can only hope that more people like Paravai Muniamma come up and take the onus .

This post is in a small way a dedication to this wonderful art form and my love for these artists.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Conversations :) :) :)


Finally , the wheels are in motion . Classes have started and UF is in its full splendour. Students everywhere . Loads of them . The probability that you will have a conversation with atleast one non-Indian per day is one.

Lets leave conversations by the side ,for sometime , shall we . You tend to have a lot of monologued style talk when you are in the US . Right from the RTS driver who i wish in the morning to the counter guy at the CiCi's Pizza where i sometimes head out for dinner . And yes , the best place for doing small talk is on those boring RTS rides to and from the university .

One classic example is that of Nathan . He's a sophomore in Psychology at UF . This happened last Thursday ,when i was returning home on Route 12 . Nathan here, had not closed his water bottle properly ,so when he swung his backpack around , its contents were all over my tee . What started as a series of sorry's and no issues , developed into a superb conversation on India , Arlington ( thats where he comes from ) , calamari , broccoli and soccer. Yes ,soccer !!! One of the very few Americans who follow that sport. Great conversations need not happen over coffee ( a dig at some ' cheap and very inexpensive coffee chain back home ' ) , even a bus ride is enough.

There were a few things i learnt from these conversations !!! Americans no more think of India as a country of snake charmers ,and they tend to believe that cricket is the only sport we play. The second can get a bit irritating after some period of time . Slapping imagery on people is not the best idea. Its a bit like , you show a photo of a Chinese and a car accident , and ask "What do you think " (Source : Russell Peters :P ) .

My only non-Tamil speaking roommate came across this guy called Kevin from Texas( again ) , on the day of the University Orientation. He's a freshman in Geology. My roommate and he hit it off brilliantly , and made good conversation . Conversations between people of two different backgrounds can go a long way in exchange of cultural ethos , ideas and at the same time clear up a lot of false imagery and cliched assumptions.

I experienced this personally. Last Wednesday , i was revising a few handouts ,sitting in the Computer Lab of the ECE Department . Happenstance, i was at the same time watching a video of the song " Adiye Kolluthey " from Vaaranam Aayiram. An American undergrad sitting next to me ( I presumed so because , he had been ranting about how Circuits 1 ,an undergrad ECE course was so boring ) . He must have been so bugged with the material he was trying to read, he kind of peeped into my console . He tapped me on my shoulder and was like " Is that a song on UC Berkeley ? " . I was suprised but managed a reply , and said thats a song from a Tamil movie and he was like " Can i listen ? " . So i gave him my earphones . Five minutes later , he quipped " That he could not understand anything , but he loved the music Indians dish out " . He also listens to a lot of Norah Jones, Anoushka Shankar , Jay Sean and adores the Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack. Not a lot of Indian music out there, u would tend to argue , but you cant miss out on the Indian connection. He also loves MIA , but she is a Srilankan . He had a class to rush to and i forgot to ask his name . But ,again , it was a moment in which i felt something burning inside me . That fire of pride you experience, when you get recognized for something .

Moving on , i also had the chance to meet up with a few expats. The event was a pizza tasting ceremony , organized by the Inter Varsity Christian Fellowship of US . Its an organization , akin to the Pentecostal Mission in India , and encourages Christians and non-Christians ,to take up reading the Bible and other scriptures. I shamelessly accept , that the free food was the main pull :P . But it also turned out to be a chance to meet Sony , Erin and Arun . It was interesting speaking to them . Most of them were born in Kerala and then had moved to USA .We also met a guy from South America who mentioned that his dad had been to India . He was kind enough to text his dad and ask him where he had gone in India. Turned out to be "Manipur " . Not the first place that will come to your mind , i believe .As i said , great conversations can happen anywhere and over anything.You just need a place where you and he/she feels comfortable .

More recently, yesterday , there was this 'accident'al meeting . As i was getting off the 12 at the McCarty , a cyclist did not notice the bus door opening and he almost crashed into me . He braked hard and his bike swerved . Luckily he was not hurt ,except for a few minor scratches . I quickly went to check if he was ok and helped him out and said a sorry. He was like " No issues and it was my bad " . However , his bike's front tire had been torn ,when he had braked hard . So i helped him out ,carry his bike to the cycle shop behind Reitz Union. On the way, we were talking about the university , the balmy Monday weather , the upcoming football weekend and so on. Turns out that Alex was in his senior year in Business Administration. What started off as a screech , turned out to be quite a good chitchat .

There are many more . The one with Ankoor at Bank of America , the ones i have with my professor every Tuesday's and Thursday's . Even the doubts you ask in a way are conversations. Sometimes , the professor might even ask you to come and meet him after the class , if he finds your question good enough . So , keep asking questions :) . Thats the only way you will learn a lot of stuff over here.

Never be afraid to put your foot out first . Extend your hand first wherever and whenever you can , take initiative and ask questions . It will help you in meeting a lot of new people and set up a brilliant network . Networking is a huge way to land interns and jobs . Sometimes , LinkedIn is not the only solution ;) .

Hope i come across more people , who dont close their water bottles and cyclists who dont notice bus doors :P.

Happy Talking :)

PS : Though i have used people's names without their knowledge, i did not mean it in any offensive context .

Saturday, August 21, 2010

CULINARY SHOCK !!! And of course, my Eating Habits have gone for a sixer !!!








. You realize something's worth only when it is not around . A very cliched beginning to this post , you might say. But , yes a very appropriate one at this point of time . I still remember the last meal i ate in India. Vendakkai Sambar , my favourite Aloo Roast , Milagu Rasam and Semiya Payasam . I would give a leg to eat something which tastes as brilliant as that now. I miss my mom , who dished out that amazing meal . I miss a lot more . But thats not the point of this post. Before , i start getting sentimental and emotional , let me gather myself up and move on.

. FOOD ??????????? Thats probably the biggest question mark that hangs over every Indian's head when he/she goes abroad. And it becomes a even more painful issue when u realize that you dint know a kitchen existed in your house . Thankfully , i took my mothers advise and charted my own path of wisdom towards culinary exploration . People who follow my blog , will know about my escapades such as the CORNFLAKES DOSAI and , through such learning experiences, i was all confident and pumped up ,that i was ready to bear the brunt of the storm. Little did i know ,that i was heavily misinformed.

. The rude awakening started off with the long flight journey. A few dumplings of rice and meat ,served with horse food (read : Lettuce , Cucumber , Spinach Leaves ) does not really fill your stomach . You tend to argue with the wisdom of the cabin crew , especially when they serve breakfast and lunch when its 2 AM and 5 AM IST . Realization slowly dawns on you that , this is the beginning of the so called "FILL IT UP YOURSELF " Shock Period. I would rather term mine as Culinary Shock .

. More grave situations lay in waiting . With my stomach grumbling and protesting , i set foot upon USA . Not the way i had expected . Even though my mind was excited and my heart was pumping ,my stomach was waging a battle of its own. I was exploring JFK ,the whole morning for options and finally spotted a familiar sight in a McD in Terminal 7. With hopes high , i raced ahead . It dint take a long time for them though, to go into free fall. All i could see was pork, beef and red meat everywhere. I am no vegan , but this was still difficult to digest. Finally , i had to settle down for a chicken sandwich and coffee . And no , i swear that i am not going to talk about the cost or how much it is when converted into rupees.

. Lunch was substituted by Coke and Pepsi ,and finally we reached Gainesville. Two seniors were kind enough to buy us pizza from Papa Johns. Yes, its high time you get used to the several outlets that serve you "American" Food.

.The next two days were almost an exercise in despair . It took us that much time to set up everything and start cooking on our own. We knew that this was the only way out of this hole. One , you minimize your expenses and two, you get a chance to eat proper ( or whatever you cook ) Indian food. Rice and vegetables , were never an issue ,as saviours such as Walmart and Publix are stacked with the above. Armed with an army of pickles , pastes from home and a whole gamut of cooking vessels ,we set about cooking .

. Breakfast mainly tends to be either noodles or flakes with milk and honey or omelette or fruit and off late oatmeal . Though hardly filling , it keeps your stomach from ringing the alarm bell. I have spent most of the days so far in the University. In that case you have three options . One , eat at places like Taco Bell ( serves rolled up chappathis with horse food inside ) , Subway ( bread with horse food inside ) , Starbucks ( serves coffee at exorbitant prices ) , Panda Bowl ( The Chinese even have a restaurant of their own ) . Second option , pack your lunch . This is only possible if you wake up at 7 in the morning , rummage around the kitchen , take initiative and cook both breakfast and lunch for 4 people !!! Naangala 830 class ku 835 ku enthirikara case , so this option goes for a toss. Third option, skip lunch. I have been sticking to the third option so far . I would not recommend it and i too am searching for other viable solutions.

Ofcourse , when i do not hit the road on weekdays , we generally cook ( appadina sollika vendiyathaan ) . My kitchen resume is ever growing and becoming longer and longer with an ever increasing impressive list of dishes . The highlights cover a broad spectrum right from hot water to chicken curry. Somewhere in that list you will also find carrot poriyal , fried rice ,bindi masala , mashed potatoes and so forth . Of course there have been mild side effects. But , yes MILD !!! Some accidents have occured on the way. Mostly we forget the salt , and sometimes the tamarind in the sambhar . But , believe me when i say , there is nothing as satisfying as eating the food you cooked. I do not know whether in two years , i will be a graduate , but i would have definitely taken a few steps in the direction of being the Gainesville version of our own Sanjeev Kapoor.

Weekends . Hmmm !!! Mostly we dine out . There's this amazing Pakistani restaurant on Western University Avenue - Kabab House. Strings attached -- It tends to leave a hole in your packet . But ,the food is worth the price tag it bears. I would especially recommend paying a visit to them during their Happy Hours : 3-5 PM on all days . There is also the ISKCON 's Hare Rama Hare Krishna Trust on the same road , which serves dinner on 7 PM Fridays . They say its free ,but you need to pay a meagre donation of 3 $ . I am not even sure whether its one time or not .

And of course, there are GatorNights ,every Friday !!! Friday dinner or Saturday breakfast is never an issue .UF for nothing is ranked in the top 10 Party Schools of USA . To start off , the movie comes with popcorn and drink . And to top everything off , there is the midnight breakfast . Bread , sausage , scrambled eggs , oatmeal and chocolate milk . The best part is everything is free !!! There are more options to look out for , if you are on the hunt for "OC Saapadu " . Other than the GatorNights , there are also the different sessions of student organizations and the Fraternities !!! We just dined on the IGSA 's dwindling ( thats what they say always ) coffers today . The Graduate Student Council which meets every month, offers you free food just to come and attend their sessions . Talk about perks !!! So you just need to keep your eyes and ears open , and be at the right place at the right time.

David Letterman once quipped that , the best place to start understanding and respecting a person's culture is from their food . Make sure your taste buds are tuned up , if you are heading to the USA!!! Face it , even though you cook , you cannot survive solely on it . When you head out and eat outside , invariably you come up across stuff that are terribly bland and on the wrong side of the spice-meter . But , you need to live with it . It might be quite difficult to start with , but you do need to adjust to it . Trust me , if you are going to be a closed book when it comes to cuisine , you are shutting down a lot of avenues . And yes , a word of caution for vegans . Options here are non-existent , so its better if you guys sharpen up your skills , before you land . God, i sound preachy.

. But, yes the moral of the story is , none of the above even come close to being a substitute ,for your mom's cooking . Guys and girls , if you haven respected what she puts on the dining table daily , its high time you started . And for those who do , its high time you started celebrating her cooking and learning from her . There are some fathers who cook to . With due respect to them, i haven come across many . As i said , you realize somethings worth , only when its not around .

PS : I want my idly and dosa.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Poo Poovai Punnagaikum Ival Engal Veetu Puthu Kavithai !!!

An amazing song. Lilting and melodious music .Few songs have moved me like this . Its from a little known Tamil movie "BALA" staring Shaam and Meera Jasmine.

The lyrics are simply brilliant. Here is the link to the song on Youtube :- "Poo Poovai Punnagaikum Ival " .

Just to help those who read, i have also pasted the lyrics below . Beg pardon to those who dont understand Tamil.

"" Poo Poo vai Punnagaikum Ival engal veetu puthu kavithai
Thalata thottil mattum illai ival engal kai kuzhanthai
Pulvezhigal neerponaal pen panithuli kaal keerum
Nam ithayangal naal thorum irupathellaam oru thudipu

First 2 lines repeat again

MUSIC

Engal illathile inba nadagam thaan ,inge thevaillai tholaikaatchi
Engal ulathile thinum poomalai thaan, naangal selvathillai malarkaatchi
Mazhai vanthaal athil nanaivom , annai thuvattum sugamum kidaika
Veyil vanthaal athil azhaivom, thanthai adhatum inimai rasika
Kaal konda roja thulli thulli vanthu , thoonuku pinnaal nindru sirikiradhe


Poo Poo vai ....

MUSIC

Thaai katugindra nool selaiyile en porvai endru adam pidipom
mottaimadiyile oru thattinile nei soru veithu uyir rusipom
Ore ore minvisiri ,athil adiyil thoongi kidapom
en uyir thanthai thozhil , siru kuzhandaiyaga irupom
Bhoomiyil sorgam ,uzhathendru sonnal
Vaer engum illai, athu engal illame

Poo Poo Vai ... ""

Its a shame i dont know who the music director and the lyricist are . Kudos to them for coming up with such a brilliant song !!!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

My First Impressions of Amreeka!!!



Before i start, Independent India is 63 years old. May her flag always fly high and may shall we always hold our heads high as its proud citizens. Independence Day wishes to every Indian out there .

So now that i am finally in the US of A , many misconceptions have been cleared and many new impressions have been etched. Frankly speaking, the experience so far has been mixed. While i have been awed at certain places , i am doing my best not to get carried away, as every inch out here is a fight.

First things first . The only way to survive in America is to ask and demand . Otherwise you can either end up being lost or being taken for a ride. Every dollar you spend out here is worth its weight in gold. Its normal for every Indian to convert prices into equivalent rupees. However, thats a strict no no. If you do so, all you will end up doing is Window Shopping . So spend your time , searching out for alternatives , scouting for places where you feel your value for money is fulfilled. This applies to everything right across the spectrum , right from a haircut to your laptop. Every penny saved is worth the effort. Demand for what is right and ask why you are wrong. There is nothing wrong in doing so. Whether it be the cheese in your sub or the memory card in your digicam , ask for it and get to know about it .You are paying for it and you better do so. Americans are not necessarily smart , but they are definitely streetsmart. One look and they will know that you are way out of this place. The best way to survive here is put up a confident front and be vocal and aggressive when you need to be. As i said , ask and demand.

Dont hesitate to establish a rapport with Americans. Whether it may be a white, African-American, Hispanic or Latino , they generally prefer small talk. It may range from a "How are you doing " to a lengthy discussion on gay rights and abortion. Most of them are upfront . The fact that they want to talk to you and know more about you and your country is a sign of respect they have for you and your nation. So its best served ,that you treat them with the same respect. And yes get used to their lingo . When they politely enquire whether you can take up a task , it means that they want you to do it and that you do not have an option . And there's nothing called Xerox , cheap and costly over here. It's photocopy ,affordable and expensive. These are small , small things that you will pick up on ur way.

Never wear a pink shirt over here. It definitely sends out the wrong signals. Dont put your arm around another guy . Its considered downright offensive unless the person is a gay. You cant share an umbrella with a guy . Dont give a second look at couples kissing in public. Its against their privacy ,however ironic it may sound . Say a "thank you " to every American who helps you and every bus driver . A small extension of courtesy.

Most people here are nice . And they expect you to maintain eye contact. They look at it as a sign of engaging in conversation . Feel free while you speak to them . And yes , remember S.T.E.P. Sorry, Thank You , Excuse me and Please . You are in a foreign nation and its expected that you be courteous to people who are nice to you .

Dont use black. Its downright rude. You better get used to "African American" . And yes you will realize that your fashion sense is way off target and outdated . You either learn to live with what you have or stop cribbing about what people here wear. Dont show off. Americans like people who are original . Showboating and recommedations dont get you anywhere over here. True talent matters and is recognized over here, atleast in the educational system.

But , yes there is a downside to everything . Beneath those layers of artificial humour and slapstick that some Americans put on to make you at home , they still look at you as that "Brown Weasel from the Far East " ,robbing them off opportunities. If you do come across people like these ,you are well off by keeping away and not instigating them and not giving them opportunities. But , yes ,if some drunken guy or girl zooms past in a car , shouting expletives at you ,your country and your family , it doesn hurt to flip the finger. A mild satisfaction if anything. Its a universal language everybody understands. Stay away from troubled and notorious neighbourhoods. And its always good to move as a group till you get used to the place. And yes dont venture out too late in the night . Guy or girl , a foreigner is always a soft target.

Leaving the generic stuff aside, the place i live in is called Gainesville in the southern state of Florida . Its a small , peaceful and green University town. Its buzzing with activity throughout the day and the place is always alive. Its a wonderfully planned town with its amazing scenery, lakes , red bricked buildings and crocs. Modernization still has not left a great mark over here and it still retains its vintage charm. And ,yes it has unpredictable weather to boot . One minute its blazing sunshine and the next its torrential downpour. The weather here is manageable though, it does tend to get sticky sometimes. Everybody has a car over here . Nissan's and Toyota's rule the roost and you will also find loads of Bentleys , BMWs and Mustangs. The city is well served by its buses through the Regional Transport System ( RTS ) . They are basically modern AC buses which run in circles . Cycle lanes and walkways are aplenty and its a haven for trekkers and joggers. Parks and greenery are aplenty ,and its a far cry away from the concrete jungle of Manhattan and Chicago.

Learn to live and adapt here quickly . But that doesn mean that you need to step down from your ideals. Yes, you might be forced to compromise or give way on certain issues , but never loose your identity. Be proud of what you are and hold your head high and walk . You are here for one thing , and keep that in mind . You will meet people of different ilk along the way . Learn to sift through them and select the ones you need. Given a choice , exercise it , because you wont get many such opporunities here. And yes , do try to contribute in whatever way you can. As an ambassador of your nation , its best to conduct yourself in the right spirits and be genuine . This is a land of opportunities and people . You just need to find the right ones.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Being Sporty In No Small Way !!!

Yes, the Football World Cup's finally over and a new season of La Liga, English Premier League and Serie A is upon us. The Indian Cricket Team is currently touring Srilanka, and many of us have the Airtel Champions League T20 and the 2011 World Cup to look forward to. Rafael Nadal looks to claim the only Grand Slam that has eluded him in the US Open and Tiger Woods attempts to start again from scratch. The NBA Draft pick is just over and ,so , daily come and go these zillions of tidings in the World of Sports and the associated industries. But, tell me how many of you gave a thought for those games we used to play as kids ;in the past one month or so. Chi Ku Li Ba , Paandi , Book Cricket , Round Toss, Pen Fight , Rubber Fight and so on. This entry in a way is a tribute to those , moments of frivolous and innocent indulgement we shared in these activities.

Games like the above ,were omnipresent during our school days. Days ,when, innocence stemmed from our spirits and days in which our present materialistic outlook was an unknown entity. We have lost our innocence as we progressed through life ,and in a way our shedding of all these games ,is an indication of the above.

To start off ,Paandi has always been a game that had fascinated me . Partly, due to the fact that i never understood it and partly due to the fact, that the girls never allowed the boys to play with them . It had a major rural audience and found a huge following among these children ,especially girls. Paandi is also known as "Nondi " ,and you will understand why as you read on. A more traditional game , it mainly involves a grid 4*2 in size (eight squares of equal area) and , more importantly a stone. As far as i could understand from what my cousin sisters used to play, the game is as follows. The girl throws a stone onto one of these squares , then hops to that particular square ("Nondi":- Hop) and then, picks up the stone with her feet and then hops back to the start. I know its not a great explanation , but as i had already admitted, i never understood the intricacies of this sport. Probably the following link might throw some light :-

http://www.traditionalgames.in/home/outdoor-games/nondi-nonti-pandi-panti

Now , to a game, that held mine and many others attention, throughout my primary and middle school. CHI KU LI BA (click here to view a demo of the game ) is the Desi/Tamil version of the STONE PAPER SCISSORS (click here to view a demo of the game) game . It's a very simple game ,but one which contained amazing levels of entertainment,fun and frolic. The basic concept is the structure of power. For example , the paper exerts more power over the stone as it can cover it ,whereas the scissors exerts more power over the paper , as it can cut through and so on. So the two players basically , need to form the respective symbols using their hands, and whoever has the symbol of the higher precedence ,wins the tie. A simple game decided by the moment, but one which epitomized those fun-filled and no holds days of our life as kids. I dont think i need to explain further on this, as most of you should be familiar with this game. If you are not ,you have missed out on your childhood. Below is the link ,for the Chi Ku Li Ba official page on Facebook :-

www.facebook.com/pages/Chi-Ku-Li-Ba/111163662235911

. Moving onto games which required a bit more agility and ability with numbers, Book Cricket is the first which comes to my mind. Again , a game most of you should be familiar with. I will explain ,though for those poor souls ,who lost their way during their childhood. Book Cricket is a game solely reserved for class hours, which makes it all the more spicy. All you need is some textbook, a classmate who is as disoriented with the proceedings of the class as you are, a not too smart teacher and a place in the last bench (preferrably) . The score is read by every single flip of the book. The catch here is the fact, that only the last digit of the right hand side page number is taken into account . So, invariably you end up with numbers 0,2,4,6 and 8 and the batsmen end up with even numbered scores. The toss is won by the guy who gets the highest even number at the first run. Then the game starts. 2,4,6 and 8 are valid scores and 0 is considered out. So the score adds up till, you get a zero. This case is repeated for 10 wickets. Finally , the target is set , and your opponent has to follow the same process and try beat your score. Simple enough, is it not. No sponsors, no cheerleaders, no late night parties, no Lalit Modi ; just happiness, innocence and childish fervour. The man of the match turns out to be those moments we share , while we play this game.

Finally, a game i should not miss out. ROUND TOSS. A game we discovered during, our XIth and XIIth and especially during our IIT JEE classes. Its basically a variant of doubles in tennis. Lets start off with a simple example. Imagine a tennis court , with four players ;P1,P3 on one side and P2,P4 on the other . My explanation will be better elucidated if i can add illustrations to support them. But , its already 11 in the night ,and i am feeling too lazy and tired after , a long day in the saddle :P . Coming back to the game, the basic principle behind the game is "MOVE AS YOU PLAY". Lets look at why is it called so.

.P1 serves and moves to the other side of the court. If we freeze the court at this point of time, P2,P4 and P1(in that order) will be on one side and P3 on the other . Now, P2 hits the return and moves to the other side. If we freeze again now, we will have P4 and P1 ; P3 and P2 on opposite sides of each other. Now, P3 returns and moves to the other side. Following the freeze cycle ; P4, P1 and P3 will be one side and P2 on the other. Now , finally P4 hits the return and moves on. So ,now a single cycle is complete. Similar to tennis , a person is out if he/she misses the return and ,slowly , one by one is ousted till the final 2 compete against each other , over a normal game of single point tennis ,to decide the winner. This game can be extended to several players. I remember once playing with 30 people during the IIT JEE Classes. This game had a huge following amongst the students of P.S.Senior and PSBB schools. Again , a simple enough invention of a game, but ,as you can see ,it gets a bit complicated and a wee bit difficult to understand on paper . The purpose of explaining this game is better served, when i add illustrations to this post ,and i promise i will get back to this post soon ,and edit and add illustrations.

.There are many more i can think of ; and many will be there , of whose existence i would have forgotten or i never would have been aware off . If you can name a few of them in your comments to this post, i will be forever grateful and indebted to your sporty and kind hearted souls.

. This post is a fond remembrance of all those amazing days we shared, as kids ; running and laughing ; holding hands together and playing our way into each other's hearts and mind . Life was truly a Bed of Roses then . God, can i have those days back again, please.

Monday, July 12, 2010

And Now For Something Completely Different !!!

This post is inspired by my admiration for Monty Python and the beauty and effectiveness of various languages around the world. Got this idea ,when i was replying to one of my friend's tweets.

Most of you will find this attempt stupid. Those who do not ,and are, willing to read through, keep Google Translate handy.

'N taal is so' n kragtige medium vir die vervoer van menslike emosies, gedagtes en meer.Sprachen haben einheitliche Ländern verursacht Kriege und rewrittend das Leben der Menschen.të tillë e saj një të mesme të poweful, dhe ngjall emocionet, të cilat ndonjëherë mund të kufirit në fanatizëm.الكلمات ، قد تكون هي نفسها ، عندما نفكر والكلام ، ولكن اللغة المحكية يأخذ هذه الكلمات الى المستوى التاليBai, ahal duzu batzuk, hizkuntza horretan bakarrik ez du sortzen intentsitatea argudiatu ditzake, baina hizlariaren ahotsa eta bere intentsitatea ere handia papera.Аднак, многія выступалі пагадзіліся, што мова прыносіць на іх, да гэтага часу невядомых пачуццё, што яны не могуць назірацца з думкамі.

No és que el seu impacte en pau, que els fa tan ric.它的歷史,使他們這樣一個有趣的研究。
Jezici kao što su sanskrt su stariji od mnogih civilizacija i nose sa sobom iznenađujuće povijesti.Deres udvikling og attributter er så svært at forstå. Languages by themselves are a riddle, many have found difficult to have.

Malgré une histoire aussi riche, les langues de nos jours sont de plus en plus utilisés dans les connotations négatives. Divisións de base en linguas, e do fanatismo que se seguen, dilacerado nacións.लोगों भाषाई कट्टरता में अंधा हो गया है और गलत कारणों के लिए अपनी भावनाओं . Tá sé seo scaipthe ar fud gach shraitheanna den tsochaí agus ar fud na ranganna ar fad i measc na maiseanna.3最近の例では、私の心に、インドのコンテキスト特にれています。첫째, 타밀 나두 다 끝났어, aradhana는 타밀어로 진행 될수하는 사원에 대한 청원있다.Aš niekada suprasti, kas nulėmė tokią varomąją, todėl aš nenoriu pastabas šiuo klausimu.Второ, адвокати се петиција дека Тамилски биде јазикот кој се користи во courtrooms во Тамил Наду.Vtoro, advokati se peticiJa deka Tamilski bide Jazikot koJ se koristi vo courtrooms vo Tamil Nadu.Ja, hvis rettferdighet kan utlevert raskere, hvorfor ikke.Terceiro, o ensino técnico foi convidado para ser comunicado em tâmil em muitas faculdades em todo o estado.Kama mhandisi mwenyewe, sijui kama ni hatua katika mwelekeo sahihi.

Bu konu hakkında daha fazla yazmak istiyorsunuz, ancak bu giriş zor olmuştur.Більшість з вас знайти цю спробу нерозумно, але, в деякому розумінні, її моя належне Мови світу.Tôi đã cố gắng để kết hợp như nhiều ngôn ngữ càng tốt. Bydd eich sylwadau, boed yn gadarnhaol ac yn negyddol cael eu derbyn yn llawen.

اور ہاں ، ایک خاص کے لئے شکریہ ان تمام لوگوں ، جو اس لائن تک پڑھنے کے درد

Sunday, July 11, 2010

A Case of Been There, Almost Done That !!!





. Four years in college ,was a great learning curve. Its slope was never constant ,so that should tell you something ,about how things must have been. I went through a number of experiences ,good and bad . I came out of most of them , as a stronger individual and as a more mature person ,realizing and repenting for my mistakes ,and at some instances , feeling happy for the right choices i had made. Some had left me emotionally drained . These were the most difficult to come out off . This is an account of one such experience.

. Most of us ,who land up in engineering colleges, either by will or force ( I belong to the second) , dream of going out ,with a plum and high paying job in their hands. I was no different !!! An Electronics and Communication Engineer by trade, i was left surprised at my lack of interest in core subjects such as Signal Processing, VLSI blah blah blah .... These were the subjects on mastering and understanding, which will land you in dream companies like Texas Instruments, Analog Devices ,Intel , Qualcomm and other behemoths . Our placement season is an around the year process and starts in July and ends in May the next year. NIT Trichy is one of the premier engineering institutes in the country , and you are almost assured of a job ,when you enter . What and which job, is upto you ???

. The placement season is coordinated by the Department of Training of Placement and involves some commited effort and genuine hardwork put in by the Department Placement Representatives ,whom we refer to as "CIC ( Campus Incharge of Companies ) REPS " . Most of the students , atleast those who were serious about jobs ,sat down at the end of third year and started preparing seriously for placements. But, i had already set my sights on higher studies and given my lack of interest in core concepts, i had decided to sit only for management jobs. By the way , i detest coding and programming, so did not want a software job . Naturally, my parents were shocked. Convincing them ,took me the better part of one month. Enough of the background, lets get to the point.

. It was the second week of placements ,and this British based Management and Product Rights company ,was the second on campus after Adobe. It was the first management company on campus, and obviously i decided to try my hand at it . So , i registered for it . Another sop in sitting for a management job , is that you hardly require any prior preparation . As i found out later , all you need is a quick mind, the ability to think on your feet, the ability to hold an audience and convey your thoughts in a focussed and captivating manner .

. The day the company was on campus, i went for the usual power point presentation ,any company puts up before the process starts. I was in formals for the first time , and the blazing July heat did not help at all . I still remember cursing the guy ,who invented formals. They are just not made for the heat. So, i sat in the AC auditorum and was listening to the droning voice of the HRs . They almost put me to sleep. The usual riff-raff about the jobs, workplace , compensation ..... zzzzzz.. zzzzzz.... My friend woke me up after the presentation was over.

. As usual , the next round was a written test. This test was the first instance of the many changes in attitude i went through during the process. The paper though simple was devious and brilliantly set. It thoroughly explored your fundamentals . One simple mistake, you are dead. I came to accept that these guys meant business and ,unknowingly, started to appreciate them and their employers. Lo behold, i qualified the written and the next round was a personal interview.

. So, i had to rush to the aforementioned Training&Placement Department for my interview, next day morning. And , YES , i was wearing a TIE . The first time in my life :D .. It was almost a royal feeling . I experienced a smug satisfaction when , i saw those envious looks , my batchmates were giving me .A few wishes later , i was sitting in the T&P ,waiting for my turn.

. Time stood still ,while i was waiting. For the first time, i was actually feeling nervous during the whole process . I was appearing for my first interview. It was a small step into a professional life, but ,still a significant one. People who went in and came out , displayed emotions across the spectrum. Some were exuberant and happy, some quietly confident, some had the look of horror and some gave away nothing. It made me even more nervous and increased my tension. Finally , my turn came. I drank some water to quench my parched throat and went in.

. Time flied inside. I came out , i had to say smiling and confident that i had done well. It would have been understatement ,to say, that i would have disappointed not to have been selected for the next stage. Again ,another significant change in the attitude.

.So, i went to my room .The results were expected in the evening. I sat nervously, pacing back and forth, twiddling my thumbs, restless and shuffling ,akin ,to an expectant father :) . The results did come finally , and , yes, i was selected for the next stage. It was an on-the-top-of-the-world feeling and i was jumping for joy. Many congratulated me , but ,somewhere within me , a voice whispered that , there was one more stage left. I decided to mute it out and jump for joy. The first mistake and the probably the first sign of complacency beginning to creep in .

.Six of us (3 from my department ) ;3 guys and 3 girls ; were selected to go to their India Operations Office in Bangalore (where else). All we know ,was that we would be spending a day there . We were not informed about what will happen there and, they specifically told us not to prepare anything. It was going to be a first for me in many ways , and i was planning to enjoy it to the maximum . The sweethearts, they were , they were paying for our whole trip. My respect for them ,was growing by the minute :)

. So finally the day came. Again those feelings of nervous anticipation and a fear of negotiating the unknown ,came rushing back. It was as if god had taken a spyglass and was looking at me through them. But , i was confident that i could give my best , and, i was sure that i was primed for the challenge . I still dont know whether this was a feeling bordering on overconfidence .Dont think i will ever be able to figure that out.

. I will never forget that day in my life. It was an exhilirating and amazing experience . Everything about them oozed invention and innovativeness. It was a company that i could relate to and see myself in . As an inquisitive person and as somebody who loves research and innovation ,i found them and their work ethics amazing. I so so badly wanted to get placed there . Again , a huge change in my attitude . A total extreme to the one i had started off with.

. Late in the evening ,we three guys , sat discussing the events and happenings of the day over pastries and coffee at La Boulangerie. The girls had gone for some shopping. All of us were singing their praises ,and i found out that i was not the only one ,who had undergone this sea change in attitude . All of us badly wanted to make it . I was even willing to give up my dreams of ,higher studies to take up this challenging and wonderful job.

.The HRs said they would mail the final results to the T&P , the next day morning. So, all of us returned to Trichy ,that night . I could not sleep that night on the bus . Dont know whether it was because of the cold air-conditioning, but , i attribute it more to the excitement that was flowing through every nerve in my body. I was already dreaming about making it big in the company ,dreaming of drawing my own salary, splurging it and living an amazing life . It was an exhilirating feeling , and i dint sleep a wink on the bus ,that night.

. Morning finally arrived ,and we reached Trichy. Everybody at the hostel , was asking me about how it went, and ,i did not know what to reply , but i just smiled. I think most of them took it ,as , that i had done well . Yes i knew i had done well and was expecting to make the final cut. Overconfidence??? I dont know !!! I just could not wait.

. I still clearly remember the moment. It was during the second hour . The results are first sent to the Department CIC REP ,who then forwards it to the whole class . My name as you know, starts with a 'V' , so i am the last ones to get these group texts. It was a boring Mobile Communication class, and i could suddenly see ripples , in the otherwise dull class . Two girls , one of them ,who had come to Bangalore along with me ,started hugging each other . I knew ,at that instant itself that , it could not be without a reason and every nerve ending in my body, starting firing with anticipation. The guy ,sitting next to me ,was my best friend , and his name started with 'A'. He got the text before me . He just tapped me on my shoulder, and i still clearly remember the exact words he said , " I AM SORRY THAT I HAVE TO BREAK THIS TO YOU" and passed on his mobile.

. There were the ,roll numbers of the people who had been selected from my department. There were two . Mine was not there . The other two had qualified. I just went numb . I was not feeling anything even though the nerve endings were still firing . I just calmly ,gave back the mobile to him and went back to taking notes. The class finally got over. There were hoots and cheers of happiness and screams and peals of joy and excitement. The two who had got through ,quickly came to me and said a cursory sorry and the usual... I cant blame them , can i . On the day, they were better than me .The guy was taken out and his ass whipped. The girl was whisked away to the snacketeria for the treats she owed.

. I just went out of my classroom calmly ,and headed to my room. There was no class, the next hour. I was so suprised at this calm disposition of mine. I slowly walked past hordes of students , their chatter and activities blind to me. I was temporarily deaf, dumb and mute. Then it started. A trickle from my eyes, slowly and slowly , increasing in intensity , until i started crying out in frustration , disappointment and more . My best friend ('A' ) came upto me and put an arm around me ,and i just started crying on his shoulder, in plain sight and in front of everyone. I did not care, i just wanted to cry. He quickly took me to my room . I just kept on crying. I could not think of anything else . He stayed with me till i got back to normal and then left me.

. I opened my laptop and started listening to my favourite song of Coldplay " Where do we go , nobody knows " . I concentrated on the lyrics, never had they seemed so full of life and never could i relate to them this much . For the first time in my life, i actually understood , what people meant by "A calm before the storm " .

.Truly , a case of "Been There, Almost Done That ".

.Dedicated to all my juniors ,who are appearing for their placements this year . I hope this does not happen to you ,but if it does , do take it as a learning experience and try to come out of it stronger.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

STRANGERS



"Everybody starts as strangers ; some fall by the wayside and some stand by you ,till your last breath ".

. Life is a long journey ,where friendship is the only transport that is always bankable. We are not born with friends, are we. We see millions of people around us everyday , but we relate to very few of them . We interact with even fewer and an even lesser amount ,have the right and ability to impact us . But , there's a common thread running through all of them,everybody started as a stranger.

We would have come across million opportunities in our life , till date, to meet strangers. Be it your first day in kindergarden , your first outing with a group, your first day in college,travelling in a bus or train, going to a cricket match or even dining in a hotel.

Well , in most cases, its those first few words and sentences ,which breaks the ice. The conversation may be minimal , the words not so great or thoughtful ; but more importantly they should be right . If the two are generally able to sustain a conversation ; it generally develops into an intuition to know more about each other .The conversation may vary across a wide range of topics and issues ; but the ability to sustain it and make it interesting is very important . Its even more so in a fledgling friendship, as words are the only medium through which strangers can relate to each other.

It does not stop there . Getting to know each other is just the beginning. Friendship is something that thrives on one's respect for the other's opinions, likes and dislikes. The ability to relate to each other's attitudes and outlook becomes very important . Not everybody's a mirror image of one another. But in a way , this acts as a essential ingredient for a thriving friendship. Two people with , totally different attitude's and outlook , do find it sometimes , difficult to bond together and relate to each other. But ,even if one shows the genuine commitment and interest to get to know the other person , foundations for a healthy friendship can be easily built.

Some friendships loose their verve , when, a period called "Saturation ( a psychology term ) " ,starts to cast its shadow over the relationship. Generally, in such instances, one of the two begins to find the other a bit uninteresting and the warmth in the relationship ,gradually wanes. Its almost like a cancer . This is the most crucial period of any relationship. Building and burning bridges is very easy, but to sustain the faith in its safety and credibility is the most important .

Many do ,try and work out their differences and sort it out. And its always better to have a conversation , not a talk. Some dont take the effort , move on and try to leave their past behind them. Trust me, the second option is very painful and takes a long time to heal. Though ,some might find the first a bit impractical , because of the feeling that you have been let down and taken for a ride, still, making an effort is something we have to consider. But , yes, if you are thoroughly disenchanted with a person ,who was once your friend and has really left you in despair with his or her attitude and activities, then , definitely , its not worth the effort. He or she is not worthy of it .

Generally , relationships which somehow meander around these upheavals and differences , blossom . Some transcend into an even powerful emotion in love and some become pals for life. There's no prescribed tonic to get over troubles in a friendship. A genuine attitude, the ability to hear the other person out and warmth and trust are the threads which weave this wonderful fabric.

Friendship also thrives on the space, understanding and independence one gives the other. But , its not something to be granted , but rather something that should be an innate feeling . Greater this feeling ,better the depths of understanding .

I cant end this post without a reference ,to the movie " The Bucket List " . I do not know ,how many of you have seen it . Its a beautiful and poignant movie of two strangers who meet each other on their deathbeds and progress through a world of fun ,laughter and tears to become thick friends. Its an amazing depiction of this wonderful relationship . Superb potrayals by Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman ,go a long way in making this movie , one of my favourites. I have watched it many times, but still certain scenes leave me teary-eyed. Do watch it if you have not .You will not regret it :)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bucket_List

Friendship is an emotion, we need to cherish and celebrate. It comes with no expectations . It just requires time , effort , trust and warmth .

Dedicated to all those strangers ,who have taken the pain to get to know me better.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

In Solitude lies my Identity !!!

I am right now penning this entry, just to stem my frustration . Events of the past few hours have been overwhelming, and i needed a distraction ,pretty badly.

By chance,an hour ago, i came across the following in my tweetdeck : " In Solitude lies my Identity " . The tweet at first looked pretty insignificant. But , after sometime, it had me thinking. Ten minutes later, i could actually relate to it ,and lo behold , a welcome distraction.

So i thought ,why not give vent to my interpretations here ? After all ,writing kind of soothes me.

.Coming back to the issue. Solitude as one would define it ,is basically being seperated from people and trying to think and live independently. I find many people ,getting this definition wrong. Solitude does not mean you need to be alone and seperated, you can even experience solitude in your own independence !!! I strictly believe the second one is ,what i prescribe to.

. Hmm, i have never been a great social animal. But that does not mean i am a total introvert. You just need to strike a balance between both , and ,tread a path that makes you feel comfortable and at home. Your solitude arises out of this comfortableness . Basically, you define your own boundaries and within them , all issues and decisions are left to your independence. No interference ,whatsoever !!!

. I have had pretty strong opinions on solitude for a long time !!! I never really gave a thought ,as to what caused such depth in my feelings !!! When i come to think of it now, i realize it basically boils down to the people who shape your life. I hate people who, just jump into my life out of nowhere and try to tell me what to do. Hello, i do like my space and i want you to respect it also .

. Half my life has gone , in explaining and convincing people , about each and every step i take. I understand all this , is due to the concern they have over me . But ,when this concern ,kind of stretches into the independence i expect while taking decisions , it disturbs the equilibrium. Striking a balance is very important over here !!! Call this "Generation Gap " or whatever you want to name it as. Its more than anything ,an exercise in trust and confidence. Once you have established such an atmosphere, reasoning with and convincing these people becomes easy .

.Coming to the Identity part. I believe i have always, found my best reserves and resources ,when i have been given time and space to think . In a way, you can say my "identity stems out of my actions and thoughts , which in turn are influenced by the independence and the environment i am experiencing at that point of time" .

.Lets look at a very stupid example. Well ,it just goes to show you, how silly my levels of abstraction can get :P. Fourth and fifth semesters were my worst in college. One reason for my poor performances ( no i am not shifting the blame or anything ) ,was that i used to study along with a group ,whose way of learning concepts and applying them to problems, were completely different from mine. It affected my preparations for my exams a lot. Dont ask me why i stuck to them for two semesters. Call it friendship or gratitude. But , i knew a decision had to made , after the end of the fifth semester.

Some straight talk later, i was studying on my own. My performances improved. I read at my own pace, used my own tricks to learn concepts, understand and apply them to problems. Again , i am not squarely blaming them for my poor performances. But , it was a reason. Again, you might find this silly, but its a small example which might go a long way in helping you understand my thoughts.

This is not the only instance. I have always maintained that i am a bit aloof , and i expect people to respect me,for what i am . I truly respect those , who gave me the space and independence i need.

You know what's more important ? When you bring such a predicatement upon yourselves and when you choose to live a life of solitude through independence , you are responsible for almost every decision you take , and you are always under some pressure (inflicted by yourself ) to make the right choice. People will give their opinions, but the final decision's upto you. There's no fallback .

Coming to think of it, the above attribute has kind of really shaped my maturity(or whatever i have of it ). Now , that i am off to distant lands to pursue a dream ,and where help and opinion is always not available, this maturity will count a lot , when taking decisions.

As i move closer and closer, the thought that i am facing my toughest challenge is both an inspirational and overwhelming feeling .

Hmmm, so here's a huge thanks to all those who have respected me for what i am ,given me space and independence and , in a way shaped my identity !!!

PS : I am sorry if i ended the entry a bit on the blunt side. I am having a headache. Guess i thought too much :P.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Am i crazy or is it just my hormones ???

.Ever sat on a top of a small hillock , feeling the chill wind blowing against your face and stare into the distance with glassed eyes ? Have you ever felt desperate for a psychic vision , a glimpse into the future . See what life has in store for you ,and see how it pans out and see where it leads to you.
Have you ever longed for love ???

. I dont what is these days. I feel am becoming crazy . People i have been speaking to have asked me to take a flip and trip on something else. Well , after all i am a guy , and i cant be too expressively romantic . Or can i ??? Girls to whom i have spoken , give me the 'duh' look , when i told them i loved their eyes. Well , cant boys love girls eyes . Well do we always have to stare below their necks ? I am a strong believer that , love stems out of eyes. They reflect a lot on what goes on inside you. The face maybe the index , or whatever the saying goes as , but ,the eyes can never lie .

. I had a crush , a pretty strong one at that too for a girl , i met after a long time .It was the first time i had met her alone. It was neither her smartness nor her vivacious attitude that drew me towards her , it was her beautiful ,expressive and kohl lined eyes . They reflected every emotion of her . Her words were just a tool for conveying her emotions and thoughts, it was her eyes which gave everything away. Why cant people have eyes for mouths ? Well ,after all eyes can also talk.
I am sure any guy , who must have read this so far , must be "Tsk, Tsking " .

. These days i love reading eyes . I just hope my special girl has a beautiful pair of them , in which i can stare into for a long time , see them twinkle like stars , see them fog with her love for me . I know i am a bit selfish here, but i think its a small wish on my part . She doesn even need to say ,that she loves me . All i want to see is her smile , which will pull her cheeks up and make those eyes twinkle, bright and warm. Love is just not about being together and for each other , its about those moments of happiness and sorrow which goes beyond words . I learnt it the hard way in college.

. I learnt to respect a woman in my four years in college. I learnt to accept them for what they are ,and that beauty is just not skin deep, however cliched it might sound . I understood what is to feel being loved and how important is honesty and affection is in a relationship .

. All i want is a chance to give it back to my special girl . To show her what it is being and feel loved , to make her happy . Yes, i am desperate for love !!!!

. I have never understood love. From what my i could interpret, i felt love when i was happy, when i was smiling , when somebody put a hand around my shoulder either to comfort me or hug me .I have felt love in people's laughter and also in their tears. I have felt love through my mother's kisses and my father's strong hands . I have felt love through those wonderful moments i had shared with my friends. But , this poor attempt at defining love , still feels incomplete.

. I have never felt love as it is being loved. I hope she comes into my life, to define that for me. That day, i am a complete man . I hope she will walk into my life one day to teach me what love is .

. I am still looking out for her. Eyes and ears open . I hope she comes to me soon !!!

.Till then , i will always get back to that dream , of me sitting on top of a hillock ,with the wind across ur face and staring into oblivion and probably, a life filled with hope, happiness and HER !!!!

. Wherever you are , i pray that our paths cross atleast once .

PS : I LOVE HER ...

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Kitchen Chronicles Part 1

**** I solemnly swear that i am upto no good in the kitchen****

.With just two months left, before i jetset off to Florida, i was faced with one of the greatest challenges in my life. Learn how to cook.
.The only dishes and avenues i had explored in cooking so far include hot water, maggi,top ramen,boiled rice, chapathi, dhal and paneer butter masala(thanks to the Everest Masala Mix).
.But cooking in a kitchen and that too under the stern eyes of an uncompromising mother equates to facing HT's paper without preparation. I think i might even prefer HT's paper.
Hmmm ,so i took a deep breath and took the plunge into the world of culinary delights.
But , slowly , i warmed upto cooking and began appreciating the art in it. Cooking involves so many intricate details . Right from the way the vegetables should be washed and cleaned, the way they should be cut or grated and the sizes they should be cut into, the amount of salt you add etc. They might seem trivial issues to start off with , but they can be mastered only with experience.
Hmmm, somehow i managed to pass muster with the "Peerkanga Kootu" and "Aviyal". Being the notorious person i am , the devil in me wanted to do something different and experiment. My mom was away shopping on Tuesday evening .
I thought that this was a perfect opportunity to suprise her. I started rummaging around the larder and the fridge. I found the "Idly Maavu" of the previous day. I remember her telling me, that dosai can be made only with a Maavu thats atleast a day old, because the "Yeasts" are very lazy and take a day to puluchify the Maavu. I had just finished eating Kellog's Corn Flakes with my evening coffee,as she had left. Putting one and two together, Cornflakes Dosai was born.
CORNFLAKES DOSAI
Copyright and All Rights Reserved : Vignesh Sundaram , Dated : 05/18/2010

Empty about quarter of the cornflakes box onto the mixer and add two tumblers of water. The amount of water added is very crucial as ,too much of it will make the paste very watery and too little of the same ,will make it too thick.
Run the mixture for about 3 minutes and empty the paste onto a plate.
Now mix this paste homogeneously with the Dosai/Idly Maavu.
Now, add a few teaspoons of oil on a nonstick pan and gently spread the Maavu on it.
Repeatedly toss the Maavu until it becomes a dosai .
Cornflakes Dosai is best served with Molaga Podi.

When my mom returned ,she was frankly outraged and horrified at what i had done. But ,she slowly calmed down and then reason dawned on her , that her lazy son had actually put some genuine effort. She rated the dosa "Parava illa " or "Passable".Not a bad beginning!!!

************************TO BE CONTINUED**********************

Friday, May 14, 2010

Holidays - One with a bit of difference ...

.Finally ,the three months are here . May, June and July . The time i had allocated for exploring different avenues and unwinding , but with a bit of difference.
.Doing anything close to the heart and out of the box, was literally impossible during my second and third year hols ,because of the burden that came along with projects. Now that i am pretty free, except for the VISA formalities, these three months provide an excellent opporunity to refresh my mind and body, before i head off on a gruelling and demanding Masters course (where i am sure i will find little time to pursue my hobbies ).
.First of all, i am planning to prepare a reading list and try almost every genre. Currently i am reading a thriller by Michael Crichton, a gutwrenching romance novel by Cecilia Ahern and a popular economics novel by Stephen Dubner.
.Second , are the daily bouts of jogging at 530 AM in the morning around Nageswara Rao Park. (Thanks to Madas and a certain side thoppai).Still undecided about returning to Hotel Savera for swimming .
. Most importantly ,learning cooking from my mom. Put the "Pizhaiyaar Suzhi" today with Peerkanga Kootu :D:D:D.
. Last but not the least, my upcoming assignments with Landing Stage . Though the dates have not yet been confirmed. "Footloose" is currently in production ,with the inaugural expected to be staged in the first week of June at Sivagami Pethachi Auditorium , MCTM School, Alwarpet. Really excited about this.
.Hmmm, hoping that i can do something meaningful these holidays.

PS: "Time spent well is a job well done" --- Robert Clive .

An ODE to my REMwriters

College's over .Senti.Period.
Enough has been spoken and written about the above two topics. But , from those tears and loquacious senti speeches , common sense will arise and spread all over the 2006-2010 batch of NIT Trichy. We will realize that we have to move on ,as one of my friends pointed out "Whether you do so or not , life moves on ". Its important you keep pace with life , otherwise you might just be left behind. In such a busy and rapidly growing and fluctuating setup that our life is , memories sometimes do take a backseat. Some of us even tend to forget our past ;bright or murky ,however it was.

.This is where memoirs step in . "REM BOOK" . A simple, yet amazing concept. When examined in a profound way, its more than a collection of few thousands of words in various handwritings ,some scrawny and some neat. A REM BOOK is a document that speaks clearly about what people think about you, your worst,your best ,your lows and your highs. Its a reflection of how you were to them and what you meant to them. Its a simple tool to document a person's emotions towards another one. As i keep on saying, simple yet amazing.

.To all those ,who spent precious time writing out my REM ,this post is a small way of saying ,how much i value your words. They are just not letters on a sheet of paper.
.First of all a big thanks to Shaik Rameez Raja ,for starting my REM in a colourful manner. Hope your life's as colorful as your entry was. Sticking to colorful entries, Karthik Ananthanarayanan deserves a special mention also. :)
.I also wish to thank Anusha Balan for courting my book for more than 10 days and coming up with an entry worth the wait :). I wish to thank Dhivya Sashidhar, Angela Vattoth, Harini Ananthapadmanabhan, Aishwarya Seshadri, Visalakshi Meena, Varun Srivatsan , Santhanagopalan Vasudevan,Vishnu Ponnuswamy,Selvamuthukumaran, Duraipraveen,Sujay Subramanyam,Vignesh Naganathan,Praveen Kalish, Arun Vishwanathan ,Vijay Krishna,Yasser Farook, Aditya Venkataraman,Arpit Raj and Santosh Prakash for their invaluable words and time :D. Thank you ,guys.
.Now for the entries which were really different and had something extra in them. Srinivas Jayaraman for his four sides of paper which documented my best and worst times in college :D.
Bharatram Pattabhiraman, for his two sides ,which bear testimony to an ever-growing friendship and warmth .
Abinaya Govindarajan for an entry which was full of straight talk . An entry which had meaning in every sentence and which made me think a lot.
And ,finally, Anand Krishnan for making me cry. Dont think i can get over this one.
And to end on a lighter one , the "Handwriting Oscar" goes to Abinaya Govindarajan and the "Handwriting Razzie" to Srinivas Jayaraman :P.

PS: Sridharan Ramesh , you still haven written my rem despite i putting up with you as a roommate for two years.

PPS: Harshavardhan Rajendrababu, i am not giving you my rem till i leave.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Keerai Masiyal and More ....

Setting : Dining table of an old but grand Iyer Aathu in Mannargudi...

. So after three hours of a tiring bus journey , and with the horrible heat and the sapping humidity to contend with , we were literally cooling our feet in the wonderful milieu of this house. Finally, Santa's grandma called us for lunch. The dining table was of pure teakwood, and had some antique charm attached to it , as did the whole of the house. She had kept three plaintain leaves on the table, fresh and sprinkled with water .Sujay and Santa sat next to each other and i sat at the head of the table . I was already feeling a little weird. Not because of my hunger, but ,because of my pangs of guilt . The moment i entered the house , i could observe the staunch 'Aacharam' they practiced ,and , i could not predict how they would react , if they found out that i eat non-veg and that i am a mongrel half-iyer etc...

.Coming back, first came the tantalizing aroma of the 'Urulaikezhangu Podimas '. Did i forget to tell that she had already kept a tumbler of 'Thaengapaal Payasam' . Then came 'Paruppu Kadaiyal' and then the usual 'Murungakka Sambar' ( I could remember her eyes twinkling when she said that the Murungakka's were home-grown). But , i could already feel something different. Santa's grandma was very happy and i could guess the reason . I could imagine the boredom she and her husband would be going through ,day after day, living in this grand house . But with no soul to turn to , no one to speak to , what does opulence and grandeur and count for ??? It was then that it struck me that, this little jaunty trip of ours , meant loads to her . I felt a bit of warmth running through me ,suppressing my thoughts of guilt. And how i can forget the amazing 'Keerai Masiyal ' . It marked the stamp of authentic Brahmin cooking ,and i had never tasted anything like that when it comes to Keerai (sorry mom :)). The best moment of this whole episode was when i asked for more of the same . She said sheepishly that ,she had made very little of it and , that it was over. I guess my guilt by now, was completely overrun , by a growing feeling of warmth extending from my stomach to the heart . Think i knew at that moment , what people mean when they say ' The best way to a person's heart is through his/her stomach ' .

.His grandparents were very happy to have us around . We had a whale of time , exploring the house , taking pics on the 'Oonjal ' and , to round off things brilliantly ,it started to rain. I still remember Santa's grandpa 's 'Rustic' remark about his looks. We were happy to be of some use to two kind hearted people and, its these instances i feel , that lend a bit of meaning to my life.

.Moments worth living for !!! :):):)

PS : Thanks, Santa :)

Sunday, April 18, 2010

An Indian We Should Be Proud Off




DISCLAIMER : This entry does not aim at publicising any TV show and ,only contains my personal opinion.

.I dont know how many of you people actually watch this program called " Makkal Arangam" on Jaya TV on Sundays 11 AM . My mother frequently tunes into it ,and since ,its right after the 10 AM Sunday Football Review on ESPN , i sometimes stay behind and give her company . Not that i am really interested, but ,timepass. But ,sometimes the show has really suprised me and made me sit up and take notice of a few people. This was one such day.

"Visu" , as you know ,is the host of this show . In most of the shows, he calls up people on stage , who he feels has exemplarily served the society in that town, in which the show is being conducted . Enter this person , i forgot his name ,so lets just call him "M" . I was waiting for the usual rigmarole and eulogy from Visu about how M had donated loads of cash to the local hospital , helped the poor and did some "x" Anna Dhanam's a week. But , what he said totally caught me unawares.

.M is a Masters Degree holder in Hotel Management from London. He is from Madurai and from a decent well -to-do family . He planned to setup a "Catering Institute" in Madurai after he returned to India. Well , all the best laid plans were set to rest, when ,he saw a mentally destitute and orphaned person ,eating his own faeces out of hunger ,in Madurai.

. Well how many of us , even bother to give a second thought ,leave alone a second look to these numerous people we see on the roads . I for one and many like me ,generally just move away from them. Well , M was so deeply affected by this incident , that he discarded all his plans and decided to do something to help these unfortunate ones. He setup what he calls his own "Balwaadi" where he cooks food daily for these people and uses his van to go all around Madurai city daily ,and serve these mentally destitute people twice a day. He does not stop there. He buys them new clothes , personally gives them a bath and also cuts their hair. M has certainly made me think on whether i have contributed ,leave alone,help to the society in any manner. Even if i had done, mine would pale out million times insignificant than what he has done. As M said towards the end of the show " Service to Mankind is Service to God".

The story does not stop here. Some self-respecting Indian did not want to leave M's activities go unnoticed. Hence, there was a documentary about M on "CNN's Heroes " .I believe this would have served him a great fillip , financially , in his daily endeavours.

"Here' s one Indian we should be Proud Off "!!! :):):)

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Why We Should Hate MS Word???

.Me and my roommate spent close to six hours on his project report. Well , not because it had so much content ,cos , of a certain irritating software called "Microsoft Word". When compared to its cousin in Linux, "Latex" , Word looks almost antique. Well , both of us were literally playing , "connecting the diverging dots" with it . Well i believe the following are a few reasons ,why we should despise Word :-

1) Its American and is out of Seattle.
2) It doesn draw lines when you want it to.
3) Its the exact opposite of user friendly.
and so on...

Its the perfect killjoy when it comes to "Word Processors" . On searching the Internet, i found out i was not alone ,when it comes to tastes in Word Processors . Here are a few links you might find interesting :-

1) http://www.knowledgesutra.com/forums/Hate-Microsoft-Word-t20239.html
2) http://forums.macrumors.com/showthread.php?t=129213
3) http://members.ozemail.com.au/~lbrash/msjokes/index.html

The 3rd link had me in splits .. Click on "Microsoft is a complete joke"...

Wish Bill Gates went through these links..

Let The Game Live !!!!

Please enough of this IPL!!!! Enough of this fracas !!! Enough of Lalit Modi, enough of Sunanda Pushkar ,enough of Shashi Tharoor and enough of dirty politics . All i want is too see Sachin on the pitch ,weaving his magic ,and i in an empty stadium ,being , priviliged enough to be the only one to see him play.

We just love Cricket for what it is , not for the glamour ,glitz or money .Nothing can beat a fired up Shoaib Akhtar bowling to Sachin Tendulkar. Its for these moments ,cricket lives and its for these moments ,passions exist . Please, let the game live!!!!

Why Should Not Men Cry???

This is the statement that has irritated me and angered me the most in life . "MEN SHOULD NOT CRY" . For fucking heaven's sake ,we also have feelings and emotions as much as everybody else . When a woman cries, its grieving , when a man does the same ' he's called a coward'.

The Two Women In My Life

I just dint want to leave the first day of my (proper)blog which just one entry .Don't ask me why because i dont know the answer. It's funny , because people blog when they have something to write about, today, its almost like i am blogging to think of something to write about .

I had always wanted a medium to just express a few of the million thoughts running in my mind on the two most treasured people in my life. I dont whether this medium or these words will justify what they have been to me. What will , i dont think i can never justify them ,for i believe you can never justify your mother and sister.

Both of them are so alike , so wonderful ,so amazing and to say that they are strongwilled is an understatement. My mother and sister never fail to suprise me with their attitude and how they look at the world. As my sister always used to say ' There's a positive in every negative you face in life ,it just depends on how you look at it ' . I dont think i can ever measure upto the levels she has achieved in life . I dont think i am even justified to write about my mother. I have never seen a more devoted and full-spirited woman in my life, and neither do i wish to see, because i cant imagine anyone else taking up my mom's pedestal. Well if you judge people just ,by, their academic excellence and scholastic ability , both of them are miles ahead . My mother a Doctor of Philosophy and my sister , a Distinguished Masters Student out of Pennsylvania State. Both of them are highly principled and doctrined. My mother quit her profession ,because, she felt it did not get the respect it deserved. My sister took up her profession as a challenge ,after a certain torrid time she went through . Though , both these acts objectively ,when viewed are diametrically opposite, i felt, these two situations ,just exemplified what they are.

Well just to suprise a few out here, my sister is my cousin and we are not blood relations. But the bonding we shared during our formative years cant be described. Growing up with her , is something i really want back , and i wouldn mind dying to get that life back. My sister had always looked at me the way one looks at a pet poodle , cuddling me ,showering me with love,affection ,care and protecting me from what went on outside in that dark ,dangerous world. Little did i know ,that she was one of the most fiercest and tough females around in the world. I still remember that incident. It was 1230 in the afternoon ,when she and i were waiting for the signal near Bandra-Kurla Complex on her Activa . There was this Marathi guy ,who came and said something umentionable to her in Marathi . I could not understand the language and , i never regretted that ,especially after this incident. The next thing i knew , she had hopped off the bike, kneed him in his privates, had his elbow in a twist and gave two upper cuts to his face. Frankly, if i had not gone to the bathroom in my home ,before coming out , i would have wasted all over my sister's vehicle .That was the feeling of pure , unadulterated terror i experienced at that moment . From then on ,it was never the same . She was just potrayed herself in a completely different light from then on . It was a feeling more than the deepest veneration , a person could experience . She was not my sister anymore, i don't know how to put it . Words still fail me , and the lump in my throat is starting to hurt now. I still don't where God gave her so much strongwill and so much patience , that she could get through what all she's been through. And the fact that she wont be there to wave at me , and send me off at the airport, when i leave abroad just brings tears to my eyes . Why the hell should she fly to Singapore just at the wrong time ??? I wish i could ask her this question , but , i think i already know the answer . A wonderful smile , a gentle rustling of my hair and a peck on the cheek.

.My mother , i dont think i can write about her. I dont think any son or daughter should write about their mothers. They have no right to do so. Feeding off their bodies before they were born ,and feeding off their breasts after they were born , i believe every one of us is tied to ,something which cant be described. Probably , sometime ,before i die, i would love to write about my wonderful mom. I am all what i am , because of her. I was born in her lap , i just wish i could die in her's too .That would be my last wish , if God feels that i have lived enough .

I thank ,you ,God , in whatever form you are and whatever name you take , " for giving me these two people " . Its one reason why i look forward to the next day, just to see their faces .

First Rant

Dont think anybody knows, how desperate i have been to start a blog!!! No a serious one, not a sports blog not a pop culture blog. A really , serious blog which acts a rectangular space to pen down my worst and best thoughts and be a witness to my crazy fetish for travelling and thinking. But you know what, i have never managed to sustain my interest in it beyond 2 posts. Bah!!! I never really knew why.

I always believed that writers are gifted people ,and are blessed enough to so beautifully put down their thoughts and still make sense. I have read blogs which have slapped me on the face, which have made me ponder and which have made me cry . But i really dint find that spark anywhere or in anyone to really start thinking about maintaining a serious blog. Dunno ,wat happened today, i was really affected by something.

It was an entry on 'molestation of women' in a blog that was frequently visited by one of my close friends. She had tagged that entry on facebook , and clicked on the link. It was one of the most hard-hitting entries i had ever had, and it somehow really had me disturbed. I could not put a finger on what it was. I believe it had reminded me of one of the worst low points in my life.Its the reason behind something which am not able to do now.

I did not know why .At that moment, i just felt like deleting every contact in my mobile, switching off my phone, deleting my profiles from social networking sites and just go hide inside a dark closet. You may feel i was paranoid!!! For you it was just a speculation , for me i was sure. At that moment, i knew that i had to write , write and write to just vent out my feelings and give way to those pent-up emotions. I know realized where 'great writers' are born out of situations.

If i ever see that person ,who wrote that entry, i just don't know how i will react. Thanks to her , i hope i can start off a meaningful blog , and look back at my entries everyday .

To the "Restless Quill" ,this blog is dedicated to you.