That was a good question, Bumboo. If I can go on and on about *something* else, of course it does mean I have time to update my blog. Why ain't I writing on it then? But, what do I write about? That was the million dollar question. Because, like you know, if I write about *something* here in my blog, people are going to laugh, right? But okay...now that I've decided I am going to write, let me write something. (you can choose not to read it anyway!)
First, let me show you something:
The new Reynolds Ad...done by Maitri (which is where I work for). And aah...you don't have to tell me its a great ad, good job (or yuck! it sucks!)...cuz I had nothing to do with it :P
But hey! all of us will definitely appreciate good ads, won't we? Like this one, i mean...
Until I figure out what to write about...
Yours Truly,
Me
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
I miss you
Suddenly, it looks like everybody I love is either away from me or are leaving pretty soon(NO! this is NOT a senti post). And, boy! Do I miss them!
Ok...so here goes the list.
(in the order of disappearance!)
Mr. Raj Mohan...I miss you. I miss the intellectual arguments, the howling(or singing), the extremely pointless conversations, the pulling of legs(I guess my legs became a centimeter longer because of all the pullings), the book sharings and all the brotherly-sisterly lowe.
Ms. Nandhini Manoharan...I miss you for reasons far beyond human understanding. It's like having a part of me(think Horcruxes), torn and thrown into the Obama Land. Come back soon.
Ms. Harish Varma...it is such a shame to admit I miss you. I really hope you don't see this. I miss the evening bike rides filled with your uncanny story narrations, and it always felt good to know I had you to listen to every damn thing I say. You were a source of support and inspiration, and I really truly miss you everyday I get to work, and I find the seat next to me empty.
Ms. Supraja Sankaran...I miss you fully fully. I keep staring at the wall wondering what happened to our Blabber and who/what did this to her, and when she will be back. I miss all the aimless bike roamings, the completely pointless jokes we crack, the triplet times, the senti times, the resort stays, the MADNESS in MOP, the bitching about, the shopping and hell a lot more.
Mr. Dinesh Kumar... I almost missed you on this list :P Lol. I miss the vetti arattais right outside your house, and the polambifications. You patiently listened to all my ramblings, and thankfully, you don't have the characteristic trait of mankind(read "offering solutions). You listen, and you know that's all you have to do to make me feel better. And, oh, I also miss the gossip sharing. And TADAH...I miss my movie library :)
Ms. Alvia Nasir...I don't know if I miss you or not :-) (hence the change in order!) Because it feels like you're always there. I miss seeing that laughter which shakes your whole body though.
Ms. Deepti Menon...Come September, I will miss you. I know for sure I'm furiously going to type a text message rambling about what happened just then, and keep wondering why it isn't getting delivered before I finally realize my Bumboo is in Manchester. I miss (read above) and I won't have anybody to complain about my darling man. I can't get jittery about my hunger anymore, because you wouldn't be around to change topic.
Mr. Srinivasan (with a huge last name)...shit shit shit. I miss you all day and all night. And I'll miss you even more once you go off sailing. And I won't like it. At all.
Ms. Bhuvana Kannan...you're probably leaving by the end of this year, to your fancy new apartment. And my childhood will go with you. Because without you, my childhood wouldn't be what it is today...a treasure of memories that I never want to let go. Because without you...I wouldn't be what I am today.
...and oh yes, Mr. Ayush Singhania, I do miss you too. You don't have to peep at me from above strangely and remind me I didn't include you in the list...yes, I have to admit, I'm not as good as you. None of us are.
Ok...so here goes the list.
(in the order of disappearance!)
Mr. Raj Mohan...I miss you. I miss the intellectual arguments, the howling(or singing), the extremely pointless conversations, the pulling of legs(I guess my legs became a centimeter longer because of all the pullings), the book sharings and all the brotherly-sisterly lowe.
Ms. Nandhini Manoharan...I miss you for reasons far beyond human understanding. It's like having a part of me(think Horcruxes), torn and thrown into the Obama Land. Come back soon.
Ms. Harish Varma...it is such a shame to admit I miss you. I really hope you don't see this. I miss the evening bike rides filled with your uncanny story narrations, and it always felt good to know I had you to listen to every damn thing I say. You were a source of support and inspiration, and I really truly miss you everyday I get to work, and I find the seat next to me empty.
Ms. Supraja Sankaran...I miss you fully fully. I keep staring at the wall wondering what happened to our Blabber and who/what did this to her, and when she will be back. I miss all the aimless bike roamings, the completely pointless jokes we crack, the triplet times, the senti times, the resort stays, the MADNESS in MOP, the bitching about, the shopping and hell a lot more.
Mr. Dinesh Kumar... I almost missed you on this list :P Lol. I miss the vetti arattais right outside your house, and the polambifications. You patiently listened to all my ramblings, and thankfully, you don't have the characteristic trait of mankind(read "offering solutions). You listen, and you know that's all you have to do to make me feel better. And, oh, I also miss the gossip sharing. And TADAH...I miss my movie library :)
Ms. Alvia Nasir...I don't know if I miss you or not :-) (hence the change in order!) Because it feels like you're always there. I miss seeing that laughter which shakes your whole body though.
Ms. Deepti Menon...Come September, I will miss you. I know for sure I'm furiously going to type a text message rambling about what happened just then, and keep wondering why it isn't getting delivered before I finally realize my Bumboo is in Manchester. I miss (read above) and I won't have anybody to complain about my darling man. I can't get jittery about my hunger anymore, because you wouldn't be around to change topic.
Mr. Srinivasan (with a huge last name)...shit shit shit. I miss you all day and all night. And I'll miss you even more once you go off sailing. And I won't like it. At all.
Ms. Bhuvana Kannan...you're probably leaving by the end of this year, to your fancy new apartment. And my childhood will go with you. Because without you, my childhood wouldn't be what it is today...a treasure of memories that I never want to let go. Because without you...I wouldn't be what I am today.
...and oh yes, Mr. Ayush Singhania, I do miss you too. You don't have to peep at me from above strangely and remind me I didn't include you in the list...yes, I have to admit, I'm not as good as you. None of us are.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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Loving a sailor is a high price to pay
Loving him is truly hard when he’s away
It’s being alone with nothing to hold
It’s being young, but feeling old
It’s having him whisper his love for you
It’s whispering back that you love him too
There comes a kiss and a promise for more
As his ship slowly glides away from shore
Reluctantly, painfully, letting him go
While your insides are dying from wanting him so
Watching him leave with eyes full of tears
Standing alone with your hopes, dreams and fears
It’s sending a letter with the stamp upside down
To a far away love, in a far away town
It’s going to church to kneel and pray
And really meaning the things that you say
Being in love will foster your dreams
Days go by
No mail for a spell, you wait for some word
To hear that’s he’s well
Then a letter arrives and you’re given in
To open his letter and read it with a grin
Yes, he is well and misses you so
And fill with love you wanted to know
Weeks are like months
And months are like years
You wait for the day when you’ll have no more fears
Days go by slowly how many have passed
Yes, loving a sailor brings bitterness and fears
Loneliness, sadness despondent years
Loving a sailor isn’t much fun
But it’s worth the price when the battle is won
And remember he is thinking of you everyday
He’s sad and he’s lonely while so far away
Be strong and have faith, wipe that tear from your eye
Your man’s a seafarer like that old ancient trader
It’s a high price to pay for loving a sailor.
Loving him is truly hard when he’s away
It’s being alone with nothing to hold
It’s being young, but feeling old
It’s having him whisper his love for you
It’s whispering back that you love him too
There comes a kiss and a promise for more
As his ship slowly glides away from shore
Reluctantly, painfully, letting him go
While your insides are dying from wanting him so
Watching him leave with eyes full of tears
Standing alone with your hopes, dreams and fears
It’s sending a letter with the stamp upside down
To a far away love, in a far away town
It’s going to church to kneel and pray
And really meaning the things that you say
Being in love will foster your dreams
Days go by
No mail for a spell, you wait for some word
To hear that’s he’s well
Then a letter arrives and you’re given in
To open his letter and read it with a grin
Yes, he is well and misses you so
And fill with love you wanted to know
Weeks are like months
And months are like years
You wait for the day when you’ll have no more fears
Days go by slowly how many have passed
Yes, loving a sailor brings bitterness and fears
Loneliness, sadness despondent years
Loving a sailor isn’t much fun
But it’s worth the price when the battle is won
And remember he is thinking of you everyday
He’s sad and he’s lonely while so far away
Be strong and have faith, wipe that tear from your eye
Your man’s a seafarer like that old ancient trader
It’s a high price to pay for loving a sailor.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
The Perfect Guy
Yesterday was one of the most remarkable days in the history of twin telepathy and twin craziness. As a result of which, I, sitting bored at work, took this entirely pointless survey. Applications invited. Conditions Apply.
PS: Post doubles up as a reminder to the definitely-sloshed-twin about the entitlement
Hair color?: Black!
Eye color?: Pale brown
Height?: not too tall
Six pack?: nope
Long hair or short?: properly cut!
Glasses?: maybe
Piercings?: ewww
Eyebrows?: huh?
Big butt or little?: er...
Chest hair?: er...
Buff or skinny?: in between
Teeth?: singa pal is a must!
Section 2
Funny or serious?: bit of both
Party-hopper or more stay-at-home?: stay at home
Should he be able to bake or cook?: cook :)
Does he have a best friend?: sure..lot of friends!
Is it okay for him to have a lot of female friends?: yeah..why not
Out-going or shy?: in between
Sarcastic or sincere?: sarcastic!
Does he love his mother?: yes he does
Should he watch chick-flicks?: ew..no
Would he be a smoker?: NO!!!
How about a drinking?: no problem
And swearing?: no problem at all
Would he play with your hair?: yes
Would he have more than one girlfriend at a time?: no
Would he pay for you when you're on a date?: yeah
Does he kiss on the first date?: er
Where would you go for dinner?: some place where the food is good :P
Would he buy you flowers?: yes
Would he lay under the stars with you and spout random philosophies?: sure!
Would he write poetry about you?: nope
Would he use endearments?: hmm..yeah
Would he hang out with your and YOUR friends?: yeah
How about you hanging out with him and HIS friends?: sure
Would he walk you up to the door at the end of the evening?: yup
Would you hold hands?: yup
Section 3
Does he play Football?: yea maybe
Golf or something equally boring?: why not
Can he sing?: yea
Play the guitar?: nope
Play piano?: nope
Play the drums?: maybe
Can he keep his room clean?: nope
Is he an artist of sorts?: kind of
Does he write his own music?: nope
Does he have pets?: maybe
Section 4
Does he use the word dude?: yeah
How about tight?: nope
Would he watch the sun rise and set with you?: yes
What kind of car does he drive?: a good one
How old is he?: bit older than me
What's his name?: something
PS: Post doubles up as a reminder to the definitely-sloshed-twin about the entitlement
The Perfect Guy
Hair color?: Black!
Eye color?: Pale brown
Height?: not too tall
Six pack?: nope
Long hair or short?: properly cut!
Glasses?: maybe
Piercings?: ewww
Eyebrows?: huh?
Big butt or little?: er...
Chest hair?: er...
Buff or skinny?: in between
Teeth?: singa pal is a must!
Section 2
Funny or serious?: bit of both
Party-hopper or more stay-at-home?: stay at home
Should he be able to bake or cook?: cook :)
Does he have a best friend?: sure..lot of friends!
Is it okay for him to have a lot of female friends?: yeah..why not
Out-going or shy?: in between
Sarcastic or sincere?: sarcastic!
Does he love his mother?: yes he does
Should he watch chick-flicks?: ew..no
Would he be a smoker?: NO!!!
How about a drinking?: no problem
And swearing?: no problem at all
Would he play with your hair?: yes
Would he have more than one girlfriend at a time?: no
Would he pay for you when you're on a date?: yeah
Does he kiss on the first date?: er
Where would you go for dinner?: some place where the food is good :P
Would he buy you flowers?: yes
Would he lay under the stars with you and spout random philosophies?: sure!
Would he write poetry about you?: nope
Would he use endearments?: hmm..yeah
Would he hang out with your and YOUR friends?: yeah
How about you hanging out with him and HIS friends?: sure
Would he walk you up to the door at the end of the evening?: yup
Would you hold hands?: yup
Section 3
Does he play Football?: yea maybe
Golf or something equally boring?: why not
Can he sing?: yea
Play the guitar?: nope
Play piano?: nope
Play the drums?: maybe
Can he keep his room clean?: nope
Is he an artist of sorts?: kind of
Does he write his own music?: nope
Does he have pets?: maybe
Section 4
Does he use the word dude?: yeah
How about tight?: nope
Would he watch the sun rise and set with you?: yes
What kind of car does he drive?: a good one
How old is he?: bit older than me
What's his name?: something
Friday, January 1, 2010
Awards 2009
2010 is here. Well, Happy New Year!!
Hmm...an year leaves after 365(or 366) days...but it does leave behind a lot of things and experiences...my year 2009 was fully packed....it stuffed me with soooo much that sometimes it was..just...deluging. But yeah, during the course of the year, so many things happened...and a lot of them are award-worthy..
*tadaaaa*
Vedha's awards for 2009
I-show-middle-finger-to-you award: It was a very close call between the fat-dark-glasses person and the getting-fat-wobble-walk person. Finally, getting-fat-wobble-walk gets the award for being a total snob...(the fact that getting-fat-wobble-walk lives close by and I need to look at that face at least once in a week, highly influenced the decision!)
Blade No. 1 award: Without doubt goes to the great man who has an office behind Kasi theatre. (I'm sure the twins will agree!)
Agony month award: Tie between May and June
Confusion rules award: September!!!
Everybody-hates-me award: HR woman in the office behind the Samsonite showroom overlooking a bridge! You really suck lady.
I-should-be-acting-in-a-Vikraman-movie award: The person who works for the company that has been endorsed by Aishwarya Roy, SRK, Suriya, Madhavan, Ranbir, Deepika, Dada, Ram charan Teja and so many others at some point of time...
Varum-aana-varaadhu award: HCL Technologies! (oops...my apologies to everybody who's joined there :P)
The perfect Gentleman award: The guy with three initials in the name, but addressed with just two letters!
My-favorite-politician-award: Our local councillor!
Biggest-craze award: The Twilight saga!
Epdi-irundha-naan-ipdi-aayiten award: Well, you have an office at Jagannathan Road, my dear 'one'!
Ayo-raama,-enna-yen-indha-mari-kalisadai-pasangaloda-ellam-kootu-sera-vekara award: to the guy who got hit by me in 1st std. ONLY for that drama involving the mokka zombie.
Tragedy-of-the-year award: Sri Lanka
100-degree-Celsius(Boiling point!) award: Close tie between the 66 year old and the 27 year old!
Shock-of-the-year award: Lala and dancer break up!
Comedy-of-the-year award: Two of my classmates are TEACHERS now!
About-turn award: IT-->Advertising shift!
Villain-of-the-year award: Swine Flu!
Can't-get-more-stupid award: Free TVs!
Nicest-to-me award: is shared.
1.Remember the HR woman in the office behind the Samsonite showroom overlooking a bridge? This person took me to that office :)
2. The Tall man. For that wink when onyx used his weird snub way on me during my first week at work...and well, for all the pick-ups and drops...
Hype and Buzz award: Fake IPL player for all the entertaining tit-bits during IPL II.
Miss-you award: College :-(
Kadal-kadandhu-kalakals award: You know who you are, you long haired pillock!
Poche-poche award: Ayyo! you are married! *bangs head on the wall*
I-rule award: to myself. for winning all those awards at college :P
making-me-wait award: Eh nonsense gundoos...get married soon!
PS: Ok, so most of the names are in codes. It is that way for a REASON. So if you figured who I'm talking about, shut up. Don't get me into trouble spreading all this...(pretty please?)
Hmm...an year leaves after 365(or 366) days...but it does leave behind a lot of things and experiences...my year 2009 was fully packed....it stuffed me with soooo much that sometimes it was..just...deluging. But yeah, during the course of the year, so many things happened...and a lot of them are award-worthy..
*tadaaaa*
Vedha's awards for 2009
I-show-middle-finger-to-you award: It was a very close call between the fat-dark-glasses person and the getting-fat-wobble-walk person. Finally, getting-fat-wobble-walk gets the award for being a total snob...(the fact that getting-fat-wobble-walk lives close by and I need to look at that face at least once in a week, highly influenced the decision!)
Blade No. 1 award: Without doubt goes to the great man who has an office behind Kasi theatre. (I'm sure the twins will agree!)
Agony month award: Tie between May and June
Confusion rules award: September!!!
Everybody-hates-me award: HR woman in the office behind the Samsonite showroom overlooking a bridge! You really suck lady.
I-should-be-acting-in-a-Vikraman-movie award: The person who works for the company that has been endorsed by Aishwarya Roy, SRK, Suriya, Madhavan, Ranbir, Deepika, Dada, Ram charan Teja and so many others at some point of time...
Varum-aana-varaadhu award: HCL Technologies! (oops...my apologies to everybody who's joined there :P)
The perfect Gentleman award: The guy with three initials in the name, but addressed with just two letters!
My-favorite-politician-award: Our local councillor!
Biggest-craze award: The Twilight saga!
Epdi-irundha-naan-ipdi-aayiten award: Well, you have an office at Jagannathan Road, my dear 'one'!
Ayo-raama,-enna-yen-indha-mari-kalisadai-pasangaloda-ellam-kootu-sera-vekara award: to the guy who got hit by me in 1st std. ONLY for that drama involving the mokka zombie.
Tragedy-of-the-year award: Sri Lanka
100-degree-Celsius(Boiling point!) award: Close tie between the 66 year old and the 27 year old!
Shock-of-the-year award: Lala and dancer break up!
Comedy-of-the-year award: Two of my classmates are TEACHERS now!
About-turn award: IT-->Advertising shift!
Villain-of-the-year award: Swine Flu!
Can't-get-more-stupid award: Free TVs!
Nicest-to-me award: is shared.
1.Remember the HR woman in the office behind the Samsonite showroom overlooking a bridge? This person took me to that office :)
2. The Tall man. For that wink when onyx used his weird snub way on me during my first week at work...and well, for all the pick-ups and drops...
Hype and Buzz award: Fake IPL player for all the entertaining tit-bits during IPL II.
Miss-you award: College :-(
Kadal-kadandhu-kalakals award: You know who you are, you long haired pillock!
Poche-poche award: Ayyo! you are married! *bangs head on the wall*
I-rule award: to myself. for winning all those awards at college :P
making-me-wait award: Eh nonsense gundoos...get married soon!
PS: Ok, so most of the names are in codes. It is that way for a REASON. So if you figured who I'm talking about, shut up. Don't get me into trouble spreading all this...(pretty please?)
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Happy இன்று முதல் மூன்று நாள் Happy!
Yay!! Finally, my first long weekend after I joined work has arrived. In great style. Having a Syrian Christian for a boss can sometimes be a nice thing. For one, when we shifted office, we had a prayer and a breakfast that followed (appam, stew and cake) and for Christmas, we got wine and plum cake. I have a big question - why does wine...or say, for that matter, any kind of alcohol taste like...well..varnish?! and how do people actually drink something that smells so ick?! Isn't aroma one of the important stimulants for you to like what you eat/drink?! But...ahem...nevertheless, I did have some wine(don't tell mum!), and everybody at work kept joking that I looked drunk, and I moved around in circles, and I was out of focus...blah blah...they like their little joke, all the old men. Period.
So...long weekend. I have to get a lot of work done during these three days, hopefully.
Here goes a list(more like a check-list for myself)
1. Clean shelves
2. Get Bhuvana's birthday gift
3. Try and read as much 'Kanyakumari'(Author: Jayamohan) as possible
4. Watch all those movies that are wasting space in the computer
5. Beat my personal best at PathWords(addiction, I tell you! For those who are ignorant, it's a game on Facebook)
6. Wash hair!
7. Try and get as much sleep as possible
annnnnnnnd... update blog regularly :P
I'm back with a bang!!!! muahahahha
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
என்ன எழுதுவது?
நீண்ட நாட்களுக்கு பிறகு தோழியையோ நண்பனையோ சந்திக்கும் போது, பேசுவதற்கு ஆயிரம் விஷயங்கள் பீறிட்டு பிச்சிக்கிட்டு வெளிய வர பாக்கும்...ஆனா in a rush, எதுவுமே சொல்ல வராது. ரொம்ப நாளைக்கு அப்பறம் என் blog எ திறந்து பார்க்கும்போது எனக்கும் அப்படி தான் இருக்கு. ஒரு தனி உலகம்... என் வாழ்கையையும் நான் கண்டதையும் கேட்டதையும் தெரிந்து கொள்ள ஆவல்(?!) உடைய...எனக்கென்று உள்ள ஒரு ரசிகர் பட்டாளம் (கொஞ்சம் over ஒ?)...என் உணர்வுகளுக்கு ஒரு வடிக்கால்.... என்று இருந்த..எனதருமை blog ஐ ஏன் தவிக்க விட்டு சென்றேன் என்று என்னை நானே திட்டி கொண்டேன்...தலையில் குட்டி கொண்டேன்...காரணம் தேடினேன்...கிடைக்கவில்லை(சோம்பேறித்தனம் எல்லாம் ஒரு காரணமா என்று நீங்கள் துப்ப கூடாது பாருங்க...அதனால தான் கிடைக்கல னு decent a maintain பண்றது)...so anyway, after the initial reminiscence and soul searching....now comes the toughest task....என்ன எழுதுவது? எதை பற்றி எழுதுவது? யாரை பற்றி எழுதுவது? சென்னை குளிர் தாங்க முடியல னு மின்விசிறிய அணைச்சுட்டு, அய்யயோ..கொசு கடிக்குதே னு side effects ல கடுப்பாகி, உக்காந்து நானும் எவ்வளவோ யோசிச்சு பாத்தேன்...என்ன எழுதறதுனு தெரியல...எதையாவது எழுதி வெக்கறேன்... நாளைக்கு.
PS(for ppl who can't read Tamil): Ok...so now u r irritated with me, cuz after so long i write, and i write in tamil...and u have no clue whats written! well....lets just say, tomorrow is not far.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Generalizations
I was watching Kamal Haasan's interview in Vijay TV today, and something he said reminded of this one quote, and hence the post.
Somebody asked him why he sported a beard in the movie Unnaipol Oruvan. He mentioned about how people are typecast under a certain category by very simple things like a beard, and how he wanted to break generalizations like that one. How. very. true!!
"All generalizations are false, including this one" - Mark Twain
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Also, there is another quote that has been on my mind for quite sometime now...
"When I was a child, my mother said to me, 'If you become a soldier, you'll be a general. If you become a monk you'll end up as the pope.' Instead I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.”
Would I be the Pope or Picasso? What do you think?
Somebody asked him why he sported a beard in the movie Unnaipol Oruvan. He mentioned about how people are typecast under a certain category by very simple things like a beard, and how he wanted to break generalizations like that one. How. very. true!!
"All generalizations are false, including this one" - Mark Twain
_______________
Also, there is another quote that has been on my mind for quite sometime now...
"When I was a child, my mother said to me, 'If you become a soldier, you'll be a general. If you become a monk you'll end up as the pope.' Instead I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.”
Would I be the Pope or Picasso? What do you think?
Ramayan - கத்துக்குட்டியின் கேள்விகள்
Before I get into details, I have a website recommendation to make- www.historicalrama.org (Thanks to Supri). The website has got a lot of factual details trying to prove the Ramayana is not a myth. For the record, I just browsed that site and the question I'm going to raise here has still been unanswered in that website as well.
When I was extremely bored at work one day(don't even ask me why!), I was going through an article in Wiki on Hindu Cosmology and I came across this:
(Courtesy: Wikipedia)
If this is the case, then we SHOULDN'T be knowing about The Ramayan which happened in the Treta Yuga, or for that matter, even the Krishnavatar, which happened in Dwapara Yuga. Because according to Hindu cosmology, the world in which Rama walked and lived(?!) is not the world that we live in, right now. It was destroyed. It was a different yuga. Then, how do you explain the authenticity of the Ramayan?
(For all the people who are going to abuse me, because I'm contradicting God... well... muahahhaha. You are welcome to do so.)
When I was extremely bored at work one day(don't even ask me why!), I was going through an article in Wiki on Hindu Cosmology and I came across this:
- Satya Yuga (Krita Yuga):- 1,728,000 Human years
- Treta Yuga:- 1,296,000 Human years
- Dwapara Yuga:- 864,000 Human years
- Kali Yuga:- 432,000 Human years (5,111 years have passed; 426,889 years remain). Kaliyuga started in 3102 B.C.; CE 2009 corresponds to Kaliyuga year 5,111
(Courtesy: Wikipedia)
If this is the case, then we SHOULDN'T be knowing about The Ramayan which happened in the Treta Yuga, or for that matter, even the Krishnavatar, which happened in Dwapara Yuga. Because according to Hindu cosmology, the world in which Rama walked and lived(?!) is not the world that we live in, right now. It was destroyed. It was a different yuga. Then, how do you explain the authenticity of the Ramayan?
(For all the people who are going to abuse me, because I'm contradicting God... well... muahahhaha. You are welcome to do so.)
One of the many comedies at work...
Below are excerpts from e-mails received from a higher up!
"....was a great exposure and experience .Police commissioner of police and participant companies had"
"The government of Tamil nadu declared government holiday for tomorrow, 4th September-09 under Shop & establishment act to observe mourn for the sudden demise of Andra pradesh chief minister Mr.YSR Reddy.
This leave will be commentated on the subsequent two Saturdays of this month, ie 12th and 19th of September-2009 as full day working. "
"....was a great exposure and experience .Police commissioner of police and participant companies had"
"The government of Tamil nadu declared government holiday for tomorrow, 4th September-09 under Shop & establishment act to observe mourn for the sudden demise of Andra pradesh chief minister Mr.YSR Reddy.
This leave will be commentated on the subsequent two Saturdays of this month, ie 12th and 19th of September-2009 as full day working. "
"I enclosed the new format for executive summery on Prospects and RFP.
This will help us to summarize and priorities the leads generated out of the daily report you generate on the daily basis.
If you have any clarity or doubts feel free to call on for discussion."
என்ன கொடுமை இது!
என்ன கொடுமை இது!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Change
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France
How bleedy damn true!
How bleedy damn true!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
All American Girl- Ready or Not
This is one book I've been wanting to read for a long time. But...well...what a disappointment! The entire book revolves around one thing- Doing It. She thinks her boyfriend wants to Do It and she doesn't know whether she wants to, but ok...here is a spoiler(or is it?!), at the end, they Do It. End of story. All American Girl could've done without this sequel. Cabot is running out of ideas...
PS: Lucy falling for a nerd was the best part!
BallyFabs- The Jute Shop!
The Sunday before the last was extremely eventful. Because it was Triplet Meet day! We triplets had great fun, and yeah...when I mentioned there is this shop where you get cool jute bags for a nice price, Bumboo was mentioning this other jute bag shop with Bengali owners where you get a handsome discount if you knew Bengali. That made me really happy, because we had a ready made Bangla woman(almost) in Blabby. But Bumboo didn't know where that shop was, just knew it was called baali something, so we decided to go to the shop that I mentioned- The Jute shop! But... both the shops were the same.. ta da ta da taaan... "BallyFabs- the Jute Shop". You can find this shop in Spencer Plaza...somewhere in the 1st floor...near Westside...you'll find this shop name boards... next to that is a pathway, go straight and you'll hit there(Right, twins?). You get great deals on bags, and if you know Bengali, you have this extra added advantage. I got two bags, one for 60 bucks and one for 50 bucks, and I swear you won't believe I paid only that much for those bags when you see it!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Monday - Flower names/ பூ peyargal
I'm back!!
After a week's lull(or laziness or irritation or frustration or annoyance or all of these put togehter), I'm back finally. And this week, the Tamil songs list comes up with the theme - Flower names.
பூ பெயர்கள் முதல் வரியில் உள்ள பாடல்கள்.
After a week's lull(or laziness or irritation or frustration or annoyance or all of these put togehter), I'm back finally. And this week, the Tamil songs list comes up with the theme - Flower names.
பூ பெயர்கள் முதல் வரியில் உள்ள பாடல்கள்.
- roja roja
- roja poo aadi vandhadhu
- roja malare raaja kumari
- madura marikozhundhu vaasam
- malligai poove
- malligai malligai pandhale
- malligaye malligaye
- sevvandhi poo mudicha chinnakka hoi!
- kaadhal rojaave
- mullai malar mele moikum vandu pole
- alli alli anaarkali
- poovarasam poo poothaachu
- ரோஜா ரோஜா
- ரோஜா பூ ஆடி வந்தது
- ரோஜா மலரே ராஜ குமரி
- மதுர மரிகொழுந்து வாசம்
- மல்லிகை பூவே
- மல்லிகை மல்லிகை பந்தலே
- மல்லிகையே மல்லிகையே
- செவ்வந்தி பூ முடிச்ச சின்னக்கா ஹோய்!
- காதல் ரோஜாவே
- முல்லை மலர் மேலே மொய்க்கும் வண்டு போலே
- அல்லி அல்லி அனார்கலி
- பூவரசம் பூ பூத்தாச்சு
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sunday - Krishnar, Kisu Kisu and Kenathanams! :P
This week was a pot pourri. A little bit of this, and a little bit of that.
I ALWAYS wonder why Iyengars have their festivals after a week/month after all other people. Well...nobody really knows. Anyway, since this Saturday was a full day at work, I decided to spend Friday at Supri's place. And Saturday, the day I was getting back, was Gokulashtami at Supri's house. Her paati made yumm 'batchanams' that included thattai, seedai, ravaa laddu etc etc. Aah... It is actually a GOOD thing Iyengars have their 'pandigai' on a separate day!
My office is FILLED with gossip. Ranging from whether one person in the office is gay or not, to the latest scandal involving the house keeper lavutifying metal scraps for 'yedaiku pottu'fying... phew...eet ees a masala movie I say!!
(Talking about I say...has anybody watched Quick Gun Murugun yet? I so wanted to watch it, but haven't as yet)
Today, we had a Triplet meet!!! (For people who don't know, Billi(me), Blabber(Supri) and Bumboo(Deepti) are the triplets. Three crazy people on a busy shopping Sunday in Spencer Plaza. Fun fun!! We were being our usual crazy selves after so so long.
(Did I tell you we got really cool bags for 50 bucks and 60 bucks? And Blab like a nice girl got me the sling bag I was suposed to get :-D)
I also got an anniversary gift for Nandhini and Burfi. Hope they like it. Oh, I really hope they like it. They will, right?
I ALWAYS wonder why Iyengars have their festivals after a week/month after all other people. Well...nobody really knows. Anyway, since this Saturday was a full day at work, I decided to spend Friday at Supri's place. And Saturday, the day I was getting back, was Gokulashtami at Supri's house. Her paati made yumm 'batchanams' that included thattai, seedai, ravaa laddu etc etc. Aah... It is actually a GOOD thing Iyengars have their 'pandigai' on a separate day!
My office is FILLED with gossip. Ranging from whether one person in the office is gay or not, to the latest scandal involving the house keeper lavutifying metal scraps for 'yedaiku pottu'fying... phew...eet ees a masala movie I say!!
(Talking about I say...has anybody watched Quick Gun Murugun yet? I so wanted to watch it, but haven't as yet)
Today, we had a Triplet meet!!! (For people who don't know, Billi(me), Blabber(Supri) and Bumboo(Deepti) are the triplets. Three crazy people on a busy shopping Sunday in Spencer Plaza. Fun fun!! We were being our usual crazy selves after so so long.
(Did I tell you we got really cool bags for 50 bucks and 60 bucks? And Blab like a nice girl got me the sling bag I was suposed to get :-D)
I also got an anniversary gift for Nandhini and Burfi. Hope they like it. Oh, I really hope they like it. They will, right?
Saturday - A Movie promo
I saw this movie poster in the newspaper. I really really liked it and was telling a friend about it too. And, the next day I saw it on Facebook. You have to see this!
Friday- Talent!
The walk from the Ashok pillar bus stop to my office is an eventful one. I am almost always on the phone during the 10-15 minute walk, but there is one thing that is always striking - the stench. There is a slum establishment on the way, and people exrete on the roads, and human excreta of all shapes and sizes and stench occupies the pavement. There is a similar establishment on my way back home, closer to home actually, that I cross in the bus everyday. Everytime I cross the place, almost half the people in the bus close their noses. Some wonder aloud. "How do these people live amidst this?!" I reply, "You get used to it". My reaction is always awe. I try and peep in to see what they have at home. There is always a TV. You can see women cooking. The interiors of the houses always look clean. And, everybody seems to know everybody else!! Now, these are real human beings with real lives. I think of all the apartments wherein a dead person was found only three days after the death because the stench from the decomposing body became overwhelming. People living among all the stench wo
uld have never let that happen.
Anyway, now, this place near my office was very colorful that day- some amman temple carnival(thiruvizhaa). That was when I saw them!! Kolams in all varieties- poo kolams, butterfly kolam, deepam kolams and what not! That was when I understood why they say everybody has some talent in them!
uld have never let that happen.Anyway, now, this place near my office was very colorful that day- some amman temple carnival(thiruvizhaa). That was when I saw them!! Kolams in all varieties- poo kolams, butterfly kolam, deepam kolams and what not! That was when I understood why they say everybody has some talent in them!
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