Break!

Its been some time, since i have blogged. Have been busy, sick, attending marriages & just not in the right frame of mind.

But i am going to be back, in a bang; till then enjoy the other updates on the side bar & i have also put up my favourite song from Fort Minor.

So, pump up the volume & enjoy.

No More a "Novice".

Any humble beginning has a spectacular end.

I suggest you read my good friends blog too.. It is present under Favourites.
I think she has a natural writing skill. Some people are just blessed by it; comes without any effort.

http://shikriti.blogspot.com/

Not that this is the end; but a Start. Go on Malavika.

Dont Talk; Just Blog.

I walked into the office today smiling. No, i am not in Love; its just that i had a good weekend & it was a B E A Utiful day today. Bright sun, smell of yesterdays rain, little traffic on the way to office, what else you want. Good Morning.

My collegue asked me how my weekend was & out of nowhere i just happen to tell him to check my blog. I am getting weird (in a goofed up, good way) am i not.

Anyway, my weekend started off hatke (lets just say there was a mishap). We friends get together atleast once in a month, on a sunday, go to some part of Avenue Road & eat piping hot Chicken Biryani which is served in a Donne (Its a cup made out of Dried Leaves). We pick this up & head out to KSLTA stadium in front of which there are couple of stone benches under a huge banyan tree. Its Divine. What else can i say?

I also did a 2nd round viewing of "The DaVinci Code". Was browsing through Landmark & street side vendors of books & ended up picking 5 of them.

A Diary of a Young Girl - Anne Frank.
Self Matters - Dr. Phil McGraw.
A Million Little Pieces - James Frey.
Richard Branson - Autobiography.
Life of Pi - Yann Martel.

I have already started with Life of Pi & Anne Frank simultaneously.

So, as i started, my dear collegue, this is what i did on my weekend.

Lets Blog!!!

Somebody Please...

If you have been reading or watching the melodrama of the latest "Mika & Rakhi Sawant" controversy, i wouldnt blame you cos the media is playing it really hard & Ms. Bharathiya Nari (Rakhi) is going great guns on it.

OK, now how many of you have actually seen the entire so called "I was Molested" scene. Check the link above.
Tell you what, i am not trying to rake feathers here from the opposite sex. My reason for posting this blog was when i did watch it, i was rolling all over the floor; cos i found it funny & i pity Mika.

Looks like Mika needs some urgent & serious kissing lessons. The guy doesnt know how to, period. If you have watched Baywatch & see how life gaurds give CPR's, that is exactly how Mika was. If you watch closely, you will see after he does what he does, he has this smile, kind off telling himself that he did which he could be proud about. I say, this guy needs to be kicked on the balls, throw him out of the music career & put in him on some beach where he could use his "so called kissing" skills to give life to others (CPR).

Somebody please tell him how to......

Two Weddings & a Toe

What a F U N tastic two weeks i had.

Two weddings in a week's time; two different places. The 1st one was in HIRIYUR (near Tumkur); Bhaskar was the bakra in this one, good friend of mine, we studied together in college & kept in touch throughout... We drove down to the place which is like two hours away from here.. stayed in another of our college mate's bunglow. The reception was held in the evening & the marriage ceremony in the early hours of the next day. Few of other frnds were also supposed to join us, who did come but, drunk. So they slept while thr best frnd was tying the knot (for which they came) & came in exactly in time for lunch. The ceremony was in a simple Tamil Goundar way. I had to split from the boys who went in search of some soul food(natti kolli) pick up mom & aunt & drive down back to bangalore.

After 6 days, it was Harsha's turn to fall into the well (bad pun i know). He fell in love with his College mate Aarthi, won the battle & got married to her. As it happened here in Bangalore, more of us were here only for the reception. Aarthi was looking gorgeous in her outfit.

Everybody else ditched me for the wedding, so i ended up to be all by myself.

I have never understood the concept of a) reception & b) the growing tendency of people/friends attending a reception & convincing themselves that they have been a part of someone's wedding. Am i making sense or am i rattling things off. I am definetly not a reception kind off a guy, only thing that works for me is being a part of the marriage. I think it is special, that is the thing which matters the most, then is the moment in which two peoples life take a turn. & that is the moment i would like to be a part of.

Ok enough, i think two weddings have made me philosophical.

Yesterday, when i was parking Gundu's (My Brother) bike, cos of previous days rain, my leg slipped; as i put my left leg to balance myslef with the bike, as it fell over it kind off squashed my toe & moved the nail out. Gosh i cant tell you how much it hurt. I dont rem the last time i got myslef hurt; & its been such long time, i actually have forgotten what pain feels like.

Beloved Wife.

I was so caught with things that i was not able to give time on this blog. Was also not in town, i had been to a good friend's marriage in Hiriyur. Now that i am back, will rock the world!!! To start off on a positive note, this is a good poem i bumped into on the net. Laugh it out!!!!



BELOVED WIFE!!

Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent
Bustaard Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I will avenge poor darling's life

Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But I not fear these sons of beeches
Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start
But noise is coming from damn fool's heart

Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight
Should Tiger come I will shoot and fall him down
Then like hero return to native town

Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self - "Bholanath be brave"
I am now proceeding with too much care
From far I smell this Tiger's lair

My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start to pray
I think I will shoot Tiger some other day
Turning round I am going to flee
But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting this Bengalee

He bounding from cave like football player Pele
I run shouting "Kali Ma tumi kothay gele"
Through the jongole I am running
With Tiger on my tail closer looming

I am a telling that never in life
I will risk again for my damn fool wife

8 Monkeys

This is something to laugh about after all the serious posts. Enjoy.


Put eight monkeys in a room. In the middle of the room is a ladder, leading to a bunch of bananas hanging from a hook on the ceiling.Each time a monkey tries to climb the ladder, all the monkeys are sprayed with ice water, which makes them miserable.

Soon enough, whenever a monkey attempts to climb the ladder, all of the other monkeys, not wanting to be sprayed, set upon him and beat him up.Soon, none of the eight monkeys ever attempts to climb the ladder.

One of the original monkeys is then removed, and a new monkey is put in the room. Seeing the bananas and the ladder, he wonders why none of the other monkeys are doing the obvious. But undaunted, he immediately begins to climb the ladder.All the other monkeys fall upon him and beat him silly. He has no idea why. However, he no longer attempts to climb the ladder.

A second original monkey is removed and replaced. The newcomer again attempts to climb the ladder, but all the other monkeys hammer the crap out of him. This includes the previous new monkey, who, grateful that he's not on the receiving end this time, participates in the beating because all the other monkeys are doing it.However, he has no idea why he's attacking the new monkey.

One by one, all the original monkeys are replaced. Eight new monkeys are now in the room. None of them have ever been sprayed by ice water. None of them attempt to climb the ladder. All of them will enthusiastically beat up any new monkey who tries, without having any idea why.

This is how any company's policies get Established

What do you want to be?

I am writing this on my experience today.

We live in a complex world; there are things which happen around us which affect us in some way or the other; which affect us to see the world in a different way.

Have you ever wondered how that process works?

To every stimulus (situation), we respond.

How wonderful it would be if we could choose how to respond/react?

Let me share an example i read in a Stephen Covey's book.... The scene is in a airline terminus...there is an announcement which says that the flight is delayed. All of the passengers rush to the help desk & start enquiring. The help desk attendant says the delay is due to a technical issue; to which most of the passengers start shouting & abusing the poor lady who is litreally helpless. The point to be noted is regardless of what the passengers do, the flight "is" going to be delayed. So why react?

The author approaches to the angry passenger, by this time he is furious & looking like he is going to have a attack; makes him understand the situation but comes under attack himself. The author goes back to his waiting lounge, picks out a book & enjoys his cup of coffee; & gets a better service once he is on the flight unlike the rest of the angry (reactive) crowd.

The point i am trying to make here is that every time there is a Stimulus , there is this urge within us which makes us to get back at it immediately; before we know we would have reacted isnt it?

Only if we can hold ourselves back, lets say for about 20-30 secs, & then respond (mind you not react)... try it...you will know what i am talking about. You will see that out of nowhere you will go through this momemtary phase where things just seem pleasant & you are actually not angry for some strange reason.

Be Proactive, not reactive.

So, my question, What do you want to be?