My teammates have quit!!!
My teammates have quit!!!
My teammates have quit!!!
My bug queue is now twice the size of what it was!!!
Do I panic?
Naah!!!
It is fun man. Great fun if you have to do a lot of work. It gives you a chance to learn so many things you. In fact, in one day I learned how to apply HR Global patch, and that the Saudi Localisation does not ship any Address details in an LDT (Huh!? what is that supposed to be?, well....you have to be in my company to know what that means)
Anyways, looking forward for a lot of enjoyable time with loads of work , and less blogging :(.
I have so far logged a bug, fixed 3 bugs and helped to QA to get on with the QA since morning!!!
A great thing is my friend mumu has been promoted!!!!!
What about me? Don't ask. :) I dont know myself. All I know is he deserved it.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Friday, March 11, 2005
The Thaatha from Mylapore - Part II
"Dey Gopal, can you please come here?", cried thaatha. Gopal was the next door neighbour's son. He was in his 2nd year of college.
"Coming, thaatha. What happened?", replied Gopal.
"Can you please help me with this computer that my son has sent me. I am not sure how to use it. It seems he had sent me an email last week. I am not able to understand how to use it. Can you please teach me how to use this"
"Thaatha I am busy right now, can I come later?", said Gopal grumbling.
"Ok Gopal. What time will you be free. I just want to learn how to use this computer so that I dont have to disturb you everytime to see my emails"
"I will come in the evening and teach you thaatha", said Gopal and quickly bolted
"Hmm...what do I do now...let me try to find out how to use it myself. Andha kaalathula naa paakadhadhaa? (I have done so may things in life, this should not be tough)", said thaatha, and started to switch on his computer.
"Click on Start to begin"
Thatha slowly and apprehensively keeps the mouse pointer right at the center of the "Start" button on the bottom left corner.
"Click"
"Programs"
"Favourites"
"Documents"
"Settings"
"Search"
"Help"
"Run"
"Log off Chidambaram"
"Shut Down"
"Now which one do I select for checking email? Our thaatha slowly moves his mouse pointer to the programs, after a couple of unsuccessful attempts when he dragged his mouse too much to right and clicking only to make that menu disappear.
"Hmm...let me try Accessories... what is there in that....HAH!!! I got it, "Communications", I guess that is the thing I have to click to see email"
"Huh,? what is this, there is no email in communications...I wonder where I will find it"
Next our thaatha tries to type "EMAIL" in his keyboard and sees if anything happens.
After a dozen such attempts, two dozen wrong menus, and three dozen error messages, thaatha finally finds himself drawing the picture of a flower using paint brush after having given up the idea of reading an email.
Unfortunately he could not save the flower after drawing it for he did not know where to click and what to do. So our thatha switches off the computer thinking that he will find the flower where he left it the next time he switches it on. Thaathas Flower
He had a great first day with the computer of his. Now he is sound asleep, waiting for the evening to come....
"Coming, thaatha. What happened?", replied Gopal.
"Can you please help me with this computer that my son has sent me. I am not sure how to use it. It seems he had sent me an email last week. I am not able to understand how to use it. Can you please teach me how to use this"
"Thaatha I am busy right now, can I come later?", said Gopal grumbling.
"Ok Gopal. What time will you be free. I just want to learn how to use this computer so that I dont have to disturb you everytime to see my emails"
"I will come in the evening and teach you thaatha", said Gopal and quickly bolted
"Hmm...what do I do now...let me try to find out how to use it myself. Andha kaalathula naa paakadhadhaa? (I have done so may things in life, this should not be tough)", said thaatha, and started to switch on his computer.
"Click on Start to begin"
Thatha slowly and apprehensively keeps the mouse pointer right at the center of the "Start" button on the bottom left corner.
"Click"
"Programs"
"Favourites"
"Documents"
"Settings"
"Search"
"Help"
"Run"
"Log off Chidambaram"
"Shut Down"
"Now which one do I select for checking email? Our thaatha slowly moves his mouse pointer to the programs, after a couple of unsuccessful attempts when he dragged his mouse too much to right and clicking only to make that menu disappear.
"Hmm...let me try Accessories... what is there in that....HAH!!! I got it, "Communications", I guess that is the thing I have to click to see email"
"Huh,? what is this, there is no email in communications...I wonder where I will find it"
Next our thaatha tries to type "EMAIL" in his keyboard and sees if anything happens.
After a dozen such attempts, two dozen wrong menus, and three dozen error messages, thaatha finally finds himself drawing the picture of a flower using paint brush after having given up the idea of reading an email.
Unfortunately he could not save the flower after drawing it for he did not know where to click and what to do. So our thatha switches off the computer thinking that he will find the flower where he left it the next time he switches it on. Thaathas Flower
He had a great first day with the computer of his. Now he is sound asleep, waiting for the evening to come....
Thursday, March 10, 2005
All in a name
Coming to think of it, why do people have such big names? I wouldn't mind a smaller name at all :)
I am being called "Bala" by most of the people, which is sort of wrong. It is just an adjective, "Bala" just means "Young". Once u attach it to "Subramanian" only then it gets a meaning which means "Balasubramanian", i.e "Young Subramanian".
I am atleast better off than my friend Lakshminarainan. Yes, it is "Lakshminarainan" with the shpelling msitaek. Some nomenclature, his parents tell him. I pity thee woodworm.
All along I thought I was the only one who was suffering from this trouble, until I met my friend dear Venkarasubramanian Ramachandran, whose name is so long it had to be truncated while forming his official email id. Oops....sorry about that.
Some of my friends were lucky enough to be called Kumaresan or Vasant or Hariprasad...
The trouble starts when you are asked to enter your email login, your tarantella login, your windows login, your online files login, your official support login etc etc, when you have to type balasubramanian.chandrasekaran@mycompany.com every time :(
Hence I have decided that I am not calling my son/daughter with a name more than 8 characters long :)
I remember an email chain I read sometime back, where there was a guy who was called Parthasarathy, and there went his chances with girls. How do you expect to increase the list of your friends who are girls ;) , if you have a name like that? They will probably send you an invite to perform in the next Carnatic Music Festival that is held in Mylapore.
"Baaolar" is how my friend from US calls me :(. If such a simple 4 lettered "Bala" is so tough to pronounce for the people abroad, how the hell can I make him pronounce "Subramanian" :(
He will probably end up calling me "Baaolarshobromoiniyan".... noooooooooooooooooooooo
I am being called "Bala" by most of the people, which is sort of wrong. It is just an adjective, "Bala" just means "Young". Once u attach it to "Subramanian" only then it gets a meaning which means "Balasubramanian", i.e "Young Subramanian".
I am atleast better off than my friend Lakshminarainan. Yes, it is "Lakshminarainan" with the shpelling msitaek. Some nomenclature, his parents tell him. I pity thee woodworm.
All along I thought I was the only one who was suffering from this trouble, until I met my friend dear Venkarasubramanian Ramachandran, whose name is so long it had to be truncated while forming his official email id. Oops....sorry about that.
Some of my friends were lucky enough to be called Kumaresan or Vasant or Hariprasad...
The trouble starts when you are asked to enter your email login, your tarantella login, your windows login, your online files login, your official support login etc etc, when you have to type balasubramanian.chandrasekaran@mycompany.com every time :(
Hence I have decided that I am not calling my son/daughter with a name more than 8 characters long :)
I remember an email chain I read sometime back, where there was a guy who was called Parthasarathy, and there went his chances with girls. How do you expect to increase the list of your friends who are girls ;) , if you have a name like that? They will probably send you an invite to perform in the next Carnatic Music Festival that is held in Mylapore.
"Baaolar" is how my friend from US calls me :(. If such a simple 4 lettered "Bala" is so tough to pronounce for the people abroad, how the hell can I make him pronounce "Subramanian" :(
He will probably end up calling me "Baaolarshobromoiniyan".... noooooooooooooooooooooo
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
The Thaatha (Grandpa) from Mylapore
Mylapore, the name rings a bell to anyone who has been to the December Carnatic Music orchestras in Chennai ("kutcheries", they are called in Tamil). Our hero has been living here for the last 70 years now. He celebrated his 70th birthday a couple of days ago on November 14th. Alone. His partner for life, had broken her pact last year.
"Hello Chidambaram sir, how are you doing today?", called the pan shop owner."Yes, I am doing as usual. The chill is a bit on the high today isn't it? Guess the rain yesterday must have caused it. So how are your Deepavalli purchases coming along", said thaatha.
"This year hasn't been as good as last year sir. Sales have been low. So we just settled for a new set of dresses and crackers for our children. We just got ourselves a new towel for the sake of the festival."
Children. Coming to think of it, our Chidambaram thaatha had done the same thing that this pan shop owner had done almost every year when he was working in Indian Bank as a clerk. 2 sons and 2 daughters are not easy to bring up with the pay of a bank clerk. His wife Kanthamani had been a loving and caring mother. Though uneducated, she was very good in managing the household accounts and helped him keep a good bank balance in case of emergencies.
"Do you know that Ramu has sent me a beautiful watch as gift for this Deepavalli. It is some swatch or something. But it is not working, somehow he forgot to put the battery and I can't find a shop which sells that battery", said thaatha, displaying the watch in his hand proudly. Sadly it did not show the time that it is supposed to show.
Ramakrishnan was his eldest son. He was a quiet yet brilliant boy. The usual shy types. Oily hair. Specs right from the third standard. He scored good marks to secure a seat in an engineering college. Our hero would not mind spending his savings for the education of his first son. So off his son went to the engineering college. Now he works in a firm in the US of A.
"So what happened to Raghu? Did he send you something as well?", asked the pan shop owner.
Raghu, his second son, was no less intelligent than his first son. However, he was more interested in management. He took up Charted Accountancy, and later did MBA.Now he works in London. A very shrewd boy. Very shrewd indeed.
"Of course he did. My dear kuttan has sent me a parker pen. So thoughtful of him. He knows that I have started writing short stories these days", said thaatha.
The pension that he received from Indian Bank was not sufficient for taking care of his monthly expenses. 3000 rupees a month is very less given the rising rates of inflation. So he had to resort to writing short stories to Aananda Vikadan, a magazine in Tamil. This earned him another 1000 more rupees on an average, depending upon his story getting published.
"So how is Raaji, she just gave birth to her second child right? Is it a boy or girl", asked the pan shop owner.
"Raaji is doing great. I have one more grandson to add to my list of grandchildren. They have decided to name him Rahul. God knows what names they give to children these days. Rahul...what does that mean? In my days we used to give such good names as Rajagopalachari, Parthasarathy, Balasubramanian , Lakshminarayanan etc. Look at the names they give to the children these days, not more than 10 characters long, and don't know which God they name them after. She spoke to me day before from Australia to wish me on my birthday. It seems her husband is looking for a new job as he got bored of some software company."
"And how is your youngest daughter? is she doing well? Heard her husband just moved to Dubai"
"Aamam(yes). His recent project is with a client there. So they shifted there. I heard she is also expecting a child now. I hope it is a girl, that will make it 3 grandsons and 3 granddaughters in all", exlaimed thaatha.
"You are so lucky sir, all your children are well settled in life. And they remember to send you gifts whenever there is an occassion. What more can you ask for", said the pan shop owner.
A pause. A vague silence. Our thaatha seems to think about something.
"Yes, you are right. How lucky I am...... How lucky I am.....", said thaatha
"Seri, give me 1/2 kowalai (a kowalai is 12 beetel leaves). I have to get ready soon. Have a pooja to perform", said thaatha.
Perhaps...., the pooja was intended for the welfare of his children.
-- this is the first in the set of stories I intend to write on my hero Chidambaram...hope I Find time to write more about my hero.
"Hello Chidambaram sir, how are you doing today?", called the pan shop owner."Yes, I am doing as usual. The chill is a bit on the high today isn't it? Guess the rain yesterday must have caused it. So how are your Deepavalli purchases coming along", said thaatha.
"This year hasn't been as good as last year sir. Sales have been low. So we just settled for a new set of dresses and crackers for our children. We just got ourselves a new towel for the sake of the festival."
Children. Coming to think of it, our Chidambaram thaatha had done the same thing that this pan shop owner had done almost every year when he was working in Indian Bank as a clerk. 2 sons and 2 daughters are not easy to bring up with the pay of a bank clerk. His wife Kanthamani had been a loving and caring mother. Though uneducated, she was very good in managing the household accounts and helped him keep a good bank balance in case of emergencies.
"Do you know that Ramu has sent me a beautiful watch as gift for this Deepavalli. It is some swatch or something. But it is not working, somehow he forgot to put the battery and I can't find a shop which sells that battery", said thaatha, displaying the watch in his hand proudly. Sadly it did not show the time that it is supposed to show.
Ramakrishnan was his eldest son. He was a quiet yet brilliant boy. The usual shy types. Oily hair. Specs right from the third standard. He scored good marks to secure a seat in an engineering college. Our hero would not mind spending his savings for the education of his first son. So off his son went to the engineering college. Now he works in a firm in the US of A.
"So what happened to Raghu? Did he send you something as well?", asked the pan shop owner.
Raghu, his second son, was no less intelligent than his first son. However, he was more interested in management. He took up Charted Accountancy, and later did MBA.Now he works in London. A very shrewd boy. Very shrewd indeed.
"Of course he did. My dear kuttan has sent me a parker pen. So thoughtful of him. He knows that I have started writing short stories these days", said thaatha.
The pension that he received from Indian Bank was not sufficient for taking care of his monthly expenses. 3000 rupees a month is very less given the rising rates of inflation. So he had to resort to writing short stories to Aananda Vikadan, a magazine in Tamil. This earned him another 1000 more rupees on an average, depending upon his story getting published.
"So how is Raaji, she just gave birth to her second child right? Is it a boy or girl", asked the pan shop owner.
"Raaji is doing great. I have one more grandson to add to my list of grandchildren. They have decided to name him Rahul. God knows what names they give to children these days. Rahul...what does that mean? In my days we used to give such good names as Rajagopalachari, Parthasarathy, Balasubramanian , Lakshminarayanan etc. Look at the names they give to the children these days, not more than 10 characters long, and don't know which God they name them after. She spoke to me day before from Australia to wish me on my birthday. It seems her husband is looking for a new job as he got bored of some software company."
"And how is your youngest daughter? is she doing well? Heard her husband just moved to Dubai"
"Aamam(yes). His recent project is with a client there. So they shifted there. I heard she is also expecting a child now. I hope it is a girl, that will make it 3 grandsons and 3 granddaughters in all", exlaimed thaatha.
"You are so lucky sir, all your children are well settled in life. And they remember to send you gifts whenever there is an occassion. What more can you ask for", said the pan shop owner.
A pause. A vague silence. Our thaatha seems to think about something.
"Yes, you are right. How lucky I am...... How lucky I am.....", said thaatha
"Seri, give me 1/2 kowalai (a kowalai is 12 beetel leaves). I have to get ready soon. Have a pooja to perform", said thaatha.
Perhaps...., the pooja was intended for the welfare of his children.
-- this is the first in the set of stories I intend to write on my hero Chidambaram...hope I Find time to write more about my hero.
Monday, March 07, 2005
An image from the future
It was a chilly November night. Murali sat on the pavement of the Pondicherry high road. The light from the streetlight gave him the false hope of warmth. It was 11 in the night. The mosquitos were not making it easy for him. He badly wanted to get back home and fall asleep. But he could not afford it. He had an exam the next day and had just started his preparation. Hindi was always difficult for him. He was a genius in Math and Science, but for a boy born and brought up in a different mother tongue, it was a tough job. He was proud when he saw his math and science performance, for he rarely prepared for those exams, and yet managed to remain in the top in his class, but when his language marks came, he used to cry. He badly wanted the trophy that went to the student who stood first in class. He had always hoped that the trophy would one day adorn his home. His marks in English and Hindi were preventing him from getting hold of that trophy.
"Not this year", was the resolution he made when he started his 11th class this year. He was well on his way to achieve what he had set out to do. But today was different, he was under terrible fatigue and was hardly able to sit tight and read. 4 hours of welding after school had caused burns in his fingers. His eyes were red from the fire. But the fire within him made him overcome the fire from the weld. "I am getting hold of that trophy this year come what may",he said to himself.
He had to earn his education by working in a mechanic shop everyday from 5-9 in the evening. 50 rupees was his daily wage. He was able to save 20 rupees from that everyday to save up for his education. He lived in an underground tunnel that was above the ground , maybe to provide a home to people like him. 2 sets of uniforms and 2 sets of daily wear were his onlu belongings apart from his books. He had salvaged enough from the dustbin to make himself a pillow and a bed sheet.
Today had not been an easy day for him. 4 hours in the mechanic shop after school had made his fingers ache. He had been welding ever since this February. Things were not always this difficult for this genius. He had a happy home. Last year was perhaps the happiest year in his life. He lived with his parents and a sister in the village Chandrapadi. It was close to Thirukadayur, a city famous for Lord Shiva's temple where Lord Shiva had punished Yama (the God of death) for trying to take the life of Markandeya.
His father was a fisherman and his mother was a homemaker. His father was uneducated, but did not want his son to be a fisherman like himself and had sent him to school. He used to take his sister along with him everyday to the Government high school. He was proud that he did not disappoint his fathers hopes by scoring very high marks in Math and Science. His only wish was to show his father the trophy of scoring the highest mark in school all subjects. But Lord Yama had other plans.
It was a clear morning sky that day. Murali and his family were having their breakfast. It was about 9.45 AM in the morning when Yama came for another attempt at where he had earler failed. This time Lord Shiva would not stop him. Things happened all of a sudden. A huge wave. "Apppaaaaaa....", "Meera, anga pohaadhey........", "Iru adha pidichikko naa varen onna kaapatha...". Another wave. A faint hint of nausea. Total Darkness.
The fury
"Murali..." came the noise from afar when he woke up with a shock all of a sudden in the Government hospital a couple of days after. His whole life went blank when he learnt what had happened. He was all alone in the world now. He wanted to run and jump into the ocean himself. He had tried that and everytime he went as close to doing it, he used to hear the voice of his father, "Manushana porandha, vaazhkaila edhayavadhu saadhikanum, illainna vaazharadhula arthame illa. Ennala saadhikka mudiala, yenna enakku padippu arivu illa, adhunala dhaan onna padikka vekkaren. Ennoda aasai ellam on moolama naa adaya poren da" ("If you are born in this world as a man, you have to achieve something in this life that you will be proud of, else there is no use living. I was not able to achieve anything that I Can be proud of, but that is the reason why I am educating you, so I can be proud because of you").
He used to feel that this would not make his father proud, and decided on that day that he would finish what his father had wanted. He coud no longer live in Thirukadayur, for the memories of his life would not let him live peacefully. He set out to Chennai to make a living. So here he was sitting under the light of the streetlight near the Pondicherry high road. It was a chilly November night.
--- I dedicate this to the memory of Hundreds of Muralis who are living today whose lives were destroyed by the one blow that the Tsunami caused earlier this year. I hope and sincerely wish, Lord Yama has had his full, for eternity, and never repeats what he did.
"Not this year", was the resolution he made when he started his 11th class this year. He was well on his way to achieve what he had set out to do. But today was different, he was under terrible fatigue and was hardly able to sit tight and read. 4 hours of welding after school had caused burns in his fingers. His eyes were red from the fire. But the fire within him made him overcome the fire from the weld. "I am getting hold of that trophy this year come what may",he said to himself.
He had to earn his education by working in a mechanic shop everyday from 5-9 in the evening. 50 rupees was his daily wage. He was able to save 20 rupees from that everyday to save up for his education. He lived in an underground tunnel that was above the ground , maybe to provide a home to people like him. 2 sets of uniforms and 2 sets of daily wear were his onlu belongings apart from his books. He had salvaged enough from the dustbin to make himself a pillow and a bed sheet.
Today had not been an easy day for him. 4 hours in the mechanic shop after school had made his fingers ache. He had been welding ever since this February. Things were not always this difficult for this genius. He had a happy home. Last year was perhaps the happiest year in his life. He lived with his parents and a sister in the village Chandrapadi. It was close to Thirukadayur, a city famous for Lord Shiva's temple where Lord Shiva had punished Yama (the God of death) for trying to take the life of Markandeya.
His father was a fisherman and his mother was a homemaker. His father was uneducated, but did not want his son to be a fisherman like himself and had sent him to school. He used to take his sister along with him everyday to the Government high school. He was proud that he did not disappoint his fathers hopes by scoring very high marks in Math and Science. His only wish was to show his father the trophy of scoring the highest mark in school all subjects. But Lord Yama had other plans.
It was a clear morning sky that day. Murali and his family were having their breakfast. It was about 9.45 AM in the morning when Yama came for another attempt at where he had earler failed. This time Lord Shiva would not stop him. Things happened all of a sudden. A huge wave. "Apppaaaaaa....", "Meera, anga pohaadhey........", "Iru adha pidichikko naa varen onna kaapatha...". Another wave. A faint hint of nausea. Total Darkness.
The fury
"Murali..." came the noise from afar when he woke up with a shock all of a sudden in the Government hospital a couple of days after. His whole life went blank when he learnt what had happened. He was all alone in the world now. He wanted to run and jump into the ocean himself. He had tried that and everytime he went as close to doing it, he used to hear the voice of his father, "Manushana porandha, vaazhkaila edhayavadhu saadhikanum, illainna vaazharadhula arthame illa. Ennala saadhikka mudiala, yenna enakku padippu arivu illa, adhunala dhaan onna padikka vekkaren. Ennoda aasai ellam on moolama naa adaya poren da" ("If you are born in this world as a man, you have to achieve something in this life that you will be proud of, else there is no use living. I was not able to achieve anything that I Can be proud of, but that is the reason why I am educating you, so I can be proud because of you").
He used to feel that this would not make his father proud, and decided on that day that he would finish what his father had wanted. He coud no longer live in Thirukadayur, for the memories of his life would not let him live peacefully. He set out to Chennai to make a living. So here he was sitting under the light of the streetlight near the Pondicherry high road. It was a chilly November night.
--- I dedicate this to the memory of Hundreds of Muralis who are living today whose lives were destroyed by the one blow that the Tsunami caused earlier this year. I hope and sincerely wish, Lord Yama has had his full, for eternity, and never repeats what he did.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Tit Bits
10% in your life is what happened to you and 90% is how you react to it.– Anita Davidson
Whenever a negative thought comes to mind, deliberately voice a positive one to cancel it out.– Norman Vincent Peale
Once our mind is tattooed with negative thinking, our chances for success diminish.– John Maxwell
Whenever a negative thought comes to mind, deliberately voice a positive one to cancel it out.– Norman Vincent Peale
Once our mind is tattooed with negative thinking, our chances for success diminish.– John Maxwell
Friday, March 04, 2005
Hey, what happened to you...
Pardon my Junoon , Swabhimaan type translation of this song from Tamil to English. Now I realise how tough a translators job is :(.
This song is taken from the tamil movie "Kadhal Virus" (Love Virus)
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hey hey enna aachu unakku
pudhusa indha paarvai edhukku
naetru nee ippadi illai
indreppadi nallavan aanaay - mavaney
(hey hey enna aachu...)
Hey, hey what happened to you, why this new look? You were not like this before, why are you like this now? (mavaney is actually a sort of disrespectful way of addressing,... something similair to "Son of a ...")
kaadhal virus unnai thaakkiyadho
kavignan endru unnai aakkiyadhoa (2)
hey hey.. oolaalla la la la..peNNae peNNae peNNae peNNae
Did the Kadhal Virus Strike you, and make you a poet,??? hey hey.. oolaalla la la la..laDY laDY laDY laDY
peNNai paarthadhum vazhibavan vaeNdaam
time kaettadhum kuzhaibavan vaeNdaam
naan solvadhai seibavan vaeNdaam
sollaadhadhai seibavan vaeNdaam
chumma umm nu iruppavan vaeNdaam
dhinam chemmanae iruppavan vaeNdaam -
vaeNdaampeNNai adikkadi rasippavan vaeNdaam
rasikkaamal iruppavan vaeNdaam
rombavum rombavum uththama puthiran vaeNdaam vaeNdaam vaeNdaam - vaeNdaam
(I) Don't want a guy who flirts at the sight of a girl
Don't want a guy who acts funny when you ask the time
Don't want a guy who listens to me
Don't want a guy who does what I have not told (him to)
Don't want a guy who is very mum (silent types)
Don't want a guy who daily is happy
Don't want a guy who keeps admiring girls
Don't want a guy who does not admire girls
Don't want Mr. Perfect
Don't want Don't want Don't want Don't Want....
(hey hey enna aachu...)
cellphone'gaLai maRandhavan vaeNdum
tholaikkaatchiyai thuRandhavan vaeNdum
suya buththiyil vaazhbavan vaeNdum
baya bakthiyil konjoondu vaeNdum
romba iyalbaay iruppavan vaeNdum
veLipadaiyaay nadappavan vaeNdum -
ohoy eppavaachum koabikka vaeNdum
chella paer vachu kooppida vaeNdum
ada appavum ippavum yeppavum engaLin nanbanaaga vaazhndhida vaeNdum - vaeNdum
Want a guy who forgets his cell phone
Want a guy who forgets about the TV
Want a guy who thinks for himself
Want a guy who is God fearing
Want a guy who is very practical
Want a guy who is very open
Want a guy who is gets angry occassionally
Want a guy who calls me by pet name
Want a guy who is always my friend
Want him Want him Want him Want him Want him Want him
(hey hey enna aachu...)
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What can I say? Wow. great....
any takers to satisfy the above requirements. What do these girls really want? A guy? or something else?
Vaazhga Tamil Cinema. Valarga nambaloda Lyrics. (Long live Tamil Cinema , Let the Lyrics Grow forth into much greater glory)
By the way,
Please listen to the song titled "The Elephunk Theme" in the list of songs displayed here. Tamil songs have gone distances...
This song is taken from the tamil movie "Kadhal Virus" (Love Virus)
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hey hey enna aachu unakku
pudhusa indha paarvai edhukku
naetru nee ippadi illai
indreppadi nallavan aanaay - mavaney
(hey hey enna aachu...)
Hey, hey what happened to you, why this new look? You were not like this before, why are you like this now? (mavaney is actually a sort of disrespectful way of addressing,... something similair to "Son of a ...")
kaadhal virus unnai thaakkiyadho
kavignan endru unnai aakkiyadhoa (2)
hey hey.. oolaalla la la la..peNNae peNNae peNNae peNNae
Did the Kadhal Virus Strike you, and make you a poet,??? hey hey.. oolaalla la la la..laDY laDY laDY laDY
peNNai paarthadhum vazhibavan vaeNdaam
time kaettadhum kuzhaibavan vaeNdaam
naan solvadhai seibavan vaeNdaam
sollaadhadhai seibavan vaeNdaam
chumma umm nu iruppavan vaeNdaam
dhinam chemmanae iruppavan vaeNdaam -
vaeNdaampeNNai adikkadi rasippavan vaeNdaam
rasikkaamal iruppavan vaeNdaam
rombavum rombavum uththama puthiran vaeNdaam vaeNdaam vaeNdaam - vaeNdaam
(I) Don't want a guy who flirts at the sight of a girl
Don't want a guy who acts funny when you ask the time
Don't want a guy who listens to me
Don't want a guy who does what I have not told (him to)
Don't want a guy who is very mum (silent types)
Don't want a guy who daily is happy
Don't want a guy who keeps admiring girls
Don't want a guy who does not admire girls
Don't want Mr. Perfect
Don't want Don't want Don't want Don't Want....
(hey hey enna aachu...)
cellphone'gaLai maRandhavan vaeNdum
tholaikkaatchiyai thuRandhavan vaeNdum
suya buththiyil vaazhbavan vaeNdum
baya bakthiyil konjoondu vaeNdum
romba iyalbaay iruppavan vaeNdum
veLipadaiyaay nadappavan vaeNdum -
ohoy eppavaachum koabikka vaeNdum
chella paer vachu kooppida vaeNdum
ada appavum ippavum yeppavum engaLin nanbanaaga vaazhndhida vaeNdum - vaeNdum
Want a guy who forgets his cell phone
Want a guy who forgets about the TV
Want a guy who thinks for himself
Want a guy who is God fearing
Want a guy who is very practical
Want a guy who is very open
Want a guy who is gets angry occassionally
Want a guy who calls me by pet name
Want a guy who is always my friend
Want him Want him Want him Want him Want him Want him
(hey hey enna aachu...)
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What can I say? Wow. great....
any takers to satisfy the above requirements. What do these girls really want? A guy? or something else?
Vaazhga Tamil Cinema. Valarga nambaloda Lyrics. (Long live Tamil Cinema , Let the Lyrics Grow forth into much greater glory)
By the way,
Please listen to the song titled "The Elephunk Theme" in the list of songs displayed here. Tamil songs have gone distances...
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Doubts in Mahabharata
Much of these doubts have been clarified in the comments below.
I have a lot of doubts in Mahabharata, which I will be glad if anyone who reads this blog answers
I will just list them out: ( they may have been strongly worded, because I am a bit passionate about these things as I am writing this, so please bear with me)
1) What gives the Pandavas , the right to rule? Technically speaking, Pandu was kinda, giving proxy to Dhritharashtra, because Dhritharashtra was blind. That does not mean that Pandu's children automatically get the right to Kinship does it? IF so, then how come even in Valis abscence (when he went to fight some rakshasa in a cave), Angada, Valis son (not Sugrivas son) was hailed as the Crown Prince?
2) Secondly, none of Pandus Children are really "Pandu's" children, as he cannot have sex and is cursed. So , "Technically" speaking the Pandavas, are not really "Pand"avas are they?
3) Can someone tell me one single incident/story/excerpt other than the "Yakshas answer" episode, where Yushishtra displays the fact that he is rightly called "Dharma Raja"
4) I feel Yudhishtra, got more than his quota of good luck. Why is he hailed so ?
5) Abhimanyu was killed by many warriors - An act of breaking the rules, accepted. I put it 1 bad point on Kauravas side , but for the part of Pandavas,
a) Bheeshma has thrown his weapon down on seeing Shikandi. Now why does Arjuna fire on a "Nirayudhapaani" - 1 bad point for pandavas
b) Drona is meditating for the loss of his son. Why did Dhrishtadyumna cut the head of a "Nirayudhapaani" - 2 bad points for pandavas
c) Karna was a "Nirayudhapaani" when he got killed - 3 bad points for pandavas
d) Krishna had to ask even the Dharma of Karna as a Dharma, and Karna gave even that and then died - 4th bad point
e) There was a time in the war when Bheeshma was destroying the Pandava army like hell and everyone was fleeing here and there when Krishna, the person who Vowed that he will not take up arms, got so angry, he took a nearby chariots Wheel and used it as a "Chakrayudha" and was about to strike Bheeshma down, when Bheesma stopped and bowed down and reduced his fury of attack henceforth.
Why does Krishna threaten to attack?
f) Dhuryodhana was killed by hitting him beneath the hip. I wonder really what the Judge Balarama was doing watching the fight? (Maybe he dozed off as it was taking too ling)....please donot give me the justification that Bheema had vowed to break the thighs of Dhuryodhana to avenge Draupadi. Yes, I accept that. But you are supposed to do it "After" you win over him. You are not supposed to use that to win over him - 6th bad point
g) Kunti playing spoilsport by asking Karna the following
i) Don't kill any of my sons other than Arjuna
ii) Don't fire more than one life taking arrow on Arjuna per day (huh? What do u expect, that u should fight Arjuna with ping pong balls, and sponge dolls when he is raining fire on u?)
h) Krishna tricks by causing a solar eclipse, and Jayadrata is slain as a result of that - 10th bad point
i) Karnas Kavacha Kundalas are stolen, yes, "stolen" from him by Indra. I will only word it that way. It is pure exploitation of Karna - 11th bad point
j) Ashvattama is seized of his "Mani" because he refused to take back the Brahmastra, supposedly shot to eliminate Parikshit and the entire Pandu Vamsa thereon, and he becomes powerless. But finally Krishna comes and saves Parikshit's life as well. Now of what use was Ashvatttamas Brahmastra? Was he not cheated of his only power , the "Mani" which gave him immense strength? - 12th BP
All these make me wonder if the so called "Dharma Yudhdha" should actually be called so. I can keep increasing this count endlessly, and the more deeply I read, I dig more shit out of it.
6) Why did Draupadi marry 5 men? Is Polyandry ok?
7) As woodworm pointed out, what right does Yudhishtra have to put his wife at stake in the game of dice after he has given himself up?
8) Arjuna keeps on marrying wherever he goes...why are these wives not staying with him? Does he just give them a son/daughter and disappear?
9) The Pandavas suddenly lose all their power towards the very end of the epic....how exactly does that take place?
10) Gandhari got 100 sons (a tough job to give birth to 100 children, ...must have taken her atleast 20 years of childbirth, if on an average she gave birth to 5 children per pregnancy).
11) Bheeshma vows not to marry, and his father blesses him with the boon which makes him live as long as he wishes to. As per any other epic/story etc. I have heard of , even Lord Brahma or Lord Siva cannot grant the boon of infinite life, then how can a mortal, make Bheeshma sort of immortal by blessing him so....sadly Bheeshma did not make use of it and chose to die. I wouldve been glad to see him today :(
12) Drona is a Brahmin, and he does everything non-brahmical throughout. He behaved more like a Kshatriya if you ask me...same goes for Parasurama... Parasurama, violates Brahmana Dharma, takes up arms, and what right does he have to curse Karna, for not telling that Karna was a Kshatriya?
13) Kichaka insults Draupadi and Yudhistra just stands and watches and does not lift a finger :(. Finally she had to run to Bhima to handle the Kichaka problem...Can't yudhishtra have done something about it?
14) Bheeshma sleeps big time when Draupadi is being stripped in a court. This I Certainly can never digest. The Draupadi's strip incident is perhaps the saddest thing that happened in Mahabharata, and one very good reason why I feel Kauravas deserved punishment. But, what were Dhritharashtra, Bheeshma, Vidura,Drona and Kripacharya doing all the time? Can't they order their disciples/children to pack the nonsense? or did they want to watch the show themselves? Horrible example these elders have set. No dharma in this world will force me to watch such a nonsense.
I cannot tolerate even if Blade Kabaaali or Pattaasu Pakkiri behaved that way, leave alone my kith and kin. I will be the first to stand up and deliver 2 slaps right across their cheeks and throw them out of my house were they to behave this way. :(
On the whole, I feel the Dhritharashtra family was badly treated during the war atleast. I feel they did not get what they deserved. I strongly feel for Karna especially who would have "Technically" been the king, instead of Yudhistra, IF a Pandava has to rule....which too I Feel is wrong.
Inputs awaited on this. As always....want to learn more.....
I have a lot of doubts in Mahabharata, which I will be glad if anyone who reads this blog answers
I will just list them out: ( they may have been strongly worded, because I am a bit passionate about these things as I am writing this, so please bear with me)
1) What gives the Pandavas , the right to rule? Technically speaking, Pandu was kinda, giving proxy to Dhritharashtra, because Dhritharashtra was blind. That does not mean that Pandu's children automatically get the right to Kinship does it? IF so, then how come even in Valis abscence (when he went to fight some rakshasa in a cave), Angada, Valis son (not Sugrivas son) was hailed as the Crown Prince?
2) Secondly, none of Pandus Children are really "Pandu's" children, as he cannot have sex and is cursed. So , "Technically" speaking the Pandavas, are not really "Pand"avas are they?
3) Can someone tell me one single incident/story/excerpt other than the "Yakshas answer" episode, where Yushishtra displays the fact that he is rightly called "Dharma Raja"
4) I feel Yudhishtra, got more than his quota of good luck. Why is he hailed so ?
5) Abhimanyu was killed by many warriors - An act of breaking the rules, accepted. I put it 1 bad point on Kauravas side , but for the part of Pandavas,
a) Bheeshma has thrown his weapon down on seeing Shikandi. Now why does Arjuna fire on a "Nirayudhapaani" - 1 bad point for pandavas
b) Drona is meditating for the loss of his son. Why did Dhrishtadyumna cut the head of a "Nirayudhapaani" - 2 bad points for pandavas
c) Karna was a "Nirayudhapaani" when he got killed - 3 bad points for pandavas
d) Krishna had to ask even the Dharma of Karna as a Dharma, and Karna gave even that and then died - 4th bad point
e) There was a time in the war when Bheeshma was destroying the Pandava army like hell and everyone was fleeing here and there when Krishna, the person who Vowed that he will not take up arms, got so angry, he took a nearby chariots Wheel and used it as a "Chakrayudha" and was about to strike Bheeshma down, when Bheesma stopped and bowed down and reduced his fury of attack henceforth.
Why does Krishna threaten to attack?
f) Dhuryodhana was killed by hitting him beneath the hip. I wonder really what the Judge Balarama was doing watching the fight? (Maybe he dozed off as it was taking too ling)....please donot give me the justification that Bheema had vowed to break the thighs of Dhuryodhana to avenge Draupadi. Yes, I accept that. But you are supposed to do it "After" you win over him. You are not supposed to use that to win over him - 6th bad point
g) Kunti playing spoilsport by asking Karna the following
i) Don't kill any of my sons other than Arjuna
ii) Don't fire more than one life taking arrow on Arjuna per day (huh? What do u expect, that u should fight Arjuna with ping pong balls, and sponge dolls when he is raining fire on u?)
h) Krishna tricks by causing a solar eclipse, and Jayadrata is slain as a result of that - 10th bad point
i) Karnas Kavacha Kundalas are stolen, yes, "stolen" from him by Indra. I will only word it that way. It is pure exploitation of Karna - 11th bad point
j) Ashvattama is seized of his "Mani" because he refused to take back the Brahmastra, supposedly shot to eliminate Parikshit and the entire Pandu Vamsa thereon, and he becomes powerless. But finally Krishna comes and saves Parikshit's life as well. Now of what use was Ashvatttamas Brahmastra? Was he not cheated of his only power , the "Mani" which gave him immense strength? - 12th BP
All these make me wonder if the so called "Dharma Yudhdha" should actually be called so. I can keep increasing this count endlessly, and the more deeply I read, I dig more shit out of it.
6) Why did Draupadi marry 5 men? Is Polyandry ok?
7) As woodworm pointed out, what right does Yudhishtra have to put his wife at stake in the game of dice after he has given himself up?
8) Arjuna keeps on marrying wherever he goes...why are these wives not staying with him? Does he just give them a son/daughter and disappear?
9) The Pandavas suddenly lose all their power towards the very end of the epic....how exactly does that take place?
10) Gandhari got 100 sons (a tough job to give birth to 100 children, ...must have taken her atleast 20 years of childbirth, if on an average she gave birth to 5 children per pregnancy).
11) Bheeshma vows not to marry, and his father blesses him with the boon which makes him live as long as he wishes to. As per any other epic/story etc. I have heard of , even Lord Brahma or Lord Siva cannot grant the boon of infinite life, then how can a mortal, make Bheeshma sort of immortal by blessing him so....sadly Bheeshma did not make use of it and chose to die. I wouldve been glad to see him today :(
13) Kichaka insults Draupadi and Yudhistra just stands and watches and does not lift a finger :(. Finally she had to run to Bhima to handle the Kichaka problem...Can't yudhishtra have done something about it?
14) Bheeshma sleeps big time when Draupadi is being stripped in a court. This I Certainly can never digest. The Draupadi's strip incident is perhaps the saddest thing that happened in Mahabharata, and one very good reason why I feel Kauravas deserved punishment. But, what were Dhritharashtra, Bheeshma, Vidura,Drona and Kripacharya doing all the time? Can't they order their disciples/children to pack the nonsense? or did they want to watch the show themselves? Horrible example these elders have set. No dharma in this world will force me to watch such a nonsense.
I cannot tolerate even if Blade Kabaaali or Pattaasu Pakkiri behaved that way, leave alone my kith and kin. I will be the first to stand up and deliver 2 slaps right across their cheeks and throw them out of my house were they to behave this way. :(
On the whole, I feel the Dhritharashtra family was badly treated during the war atleast. I feel they did not get what they deserved. I strongly feel for Karna especially who would have "Technically" been the king, instead of Yudhistra, IF a Pandava has to rule....which too I Feel is wrong.
Inputs awaited on this. As always....want to learn more.....
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Did Valmiki really want to convey something else ?
After reading Rajagopalacharis views on Sitas Fidelity, I have begin to think if
Valmiki really intended to show to the "Then" existing society, in a subtle manner that Women are being subjected to something that they donot deserve?
This has happened many a times in the past when Jonathan Swift (in Gullivers Travel, has subtly hidden the fact that there are planets in the Solar system outside Saturn , and in those days it was a crime to talk of such things as new planets such as Neptune and Pluto, and hence he had to include them as subtle hints in the book), as well as in Nostradamus's predictions, and it can even be seen in the recent book that is causing quite a stir, "The Da Vinci Code", where he mentiones that Leonardo Da Vinci perhaps included a lot of subtle hints which a common man does not percieve.
In any case, Valmiki could just have done that to show how men "behave" , by lowering even his own Hero to act like one of the common folk. Luckily he chose to include it as part of Uttara Ramayan.
As Rajagopalachari says, the "blemishless" character of Rama ends the moment Ravana has been slain and his Avatar has achieved what it set out to do.
Valmiki really intended to show to the "Then" existing society, in a subtle manner that Women are being subjected to something that they donot deserve?
This has happened many a times in the past when Jonathan Swift (in Gullivers Travel, has subtly hidden the fact that there are planets in the Solar system outside Saturn , and in those days it was a crime to talk of such things as new planets such as Neptune and Pluto, and hence he had to include them as subtle hints in the book), as well as in Nostradamus's predictions, and it can even be seen in the recent book that is causing quite a stir, "The Da Vinci Code", where he mentiones that Leonardo Da Vinci perhaps included a lot of subtle hints which a common man does not percieve.
In any case, Valmiki could just have done that to show how men "behave" , by lowering even his own Hero to act like one of the common folk. Luckily he chose to include it as part of Uttara Ramayan.
As Rajagopalachari says, the "blemishless" character of Rama ends the moment Ravana has been slain and his Avatar has achieved what it set out to do.
Rajagopalacharis Views on Sitas Fidelity Test
In Rajagopalacharis words:
"I have followed the story of the Prince of Ayodhya as told by Valmiki. There was a legend current among people, I think even before Valmiki's time, that after recovering Sita, for fear of scandal, Rama sent her away to live in the forest. This pathetic episode must have sprung from the sorrow-laden imagination of our women. It has taken shape as the Uttara Kanda of Ramayana.
Although there is beauty in the Uttara Kanda, I must say my heart rebels against it. Valmiki had
disposed of this old legend through the fire ordeal in the battlefield. Even that ordeal does not seem to me as consistent with Rama's character. It is painful to read it.
As the prince returned from Mithila he met Parasurama. I have heard it said that with that meeting Parasurama's avatar came to an end. Likewise, it should be held, I think, that Rama's avatar came to an end with the slaying of Ravana. After that battle, Rama remained only as a King of the Ikshvaku race.
On this theory, Rama's treatment of Sita after the battle and in the Uttara Kanda can be explained simply as the behavior of a king in accordance with the customs of the times.
But, how can we comment on a work composed thousands of years ago and coming down to us in palm-leaf manuscripts subject to corruption? If, even after the fire-ordeal in the Yuddha
Kanda, it is said in the Uttara Kanda that Sita was sent to the forest, we may take it
that it mirrors the voiceless and endless suffering of our women folk.
Sorrow and joy are both alike the play of God. God himself took with him his divine spouse, the embodiment of his own supreme compassion, into the world of men and women, and enacted with her a great drama of joy and sorrow in the Ramayana.
Rain falling from the heaven flows into the rivers and flows down to join the sea. Again from the sea the water is sucked up by the sun and rises to the sky, whence it descends again as rain and flows down as rivers. Even so, feelings and values rise from the people and, touching the poet's
heart, are transformed into a poem which, in turn, enlightens and inspires the people.
Thus in every land the poets and their people continuously reinforce each other. The tenderness and purity and the untold sufferings of women took shape as the Uttara Ramayana. Like an unflickering lamp, it throws light on the quality of their hearts. Whether the epics and songs of a
nation spring from the faith and ideas of the common folk, or whether a nation's faith and ideas are produced by its literature is a question which one is free to answer as one likes.
Does a plant spring from the seed or does seed issue from the plant? Was the bird or the egg the first cause? Did clouds rise from the sea or was the sea filled by the waters from the sky? All such inquiries take us to the feet of God transcending speech and thought. One other point, in describing how Ravana carried off Sita, Kamban differs from Valmiki. In Kamban's Ramayana,
Ravana does not seize and carry Sita as Valmiki describes; without touching her he lifts her with the earth on which she stands. Kamban's version is followed by most popular expositors because this version is less painful to our feelings.
It is no sin or shame to an innocent woman if a villain behaves like a brute. Yet, mistakenly, we in this country look on the violence of a brute as causing a blemish to the woman's purity. It is in
deference to this wrong feeling that Kamban departed from Valmiki here. For the same reason, Tulasidas relates that the Sita seized and carried off by Ravana was not the real Sita at all but a
palpable image of hers left behind by the real Sita. Thus the story is told in all North India.
During the fire ordeal, it is the maya-Sita that disappears and the real Sita springs again and returns from the flames. It was perhaps presumptuous on my part to have begun the task, but it was a joy to retell the Ramayana. Now, when it is over, I feel like one awaking from a
dream of joy. When the prince left the city, he felt no sorrow. It was only when he lost Sita that he knew grief. So with me too.
When I had to step down from high office and heavy responsibility, I did not feel at a loss or wonder what to do next. But now, when I have come to the end of the tale of the Prince of Ayodhya, the void is like that of a shrine without a God. Let no one look upon work as a burden. Good work is the secret that keeps life going. While one should not hanker after results,
life without work would be unendurable. "
Thanks to http://www.gita-society.com/section3/ramayana.pdf
I think that puts a few more ideas into this topic :)
"I have followed the story of the Prince of Ayodhya as told by Valmiki. There was a legend current among people, I think even before Valmiki's time, that after recovering Sita, for fear of scandal, Rama sent her away to live in the forest. This pathetic episode must have sprung from the sorrow-laden imagination of our women. It has taken shape as the Uttara Kanda of Ramayana.
Although there is beauty in the Uttara Kanda, I must say my heart rebels against it. Valmiki had
disposed of this old legend through the fire ordeal in the battlefield. Even that ordeal does not seem to me as consistent with Rama's character. It is painful to read it.
As the prince returned from Mithila he met Parasurama. I have heard it said that with that meeting Parasurama's avatar came to an end. Likewise, it should be held, I think, that Rama's avatar came to an end with the slaying of Ravana. After that battle, Rama remained only as a King of the Ikshvaku race.
On this theory, Rama's treatment of Sita after the battle and in the Uttara Kanda can be explained simply as the behavior of a king in accordance with the customs of the times.
But, how can we comment on a work composed thousands of years ago and coming down to us in palm-leaf manuscripts subject to corruption? If, even after the fire-ordeal in the Yuddha
Kanda, it is said in the Uttara Kanda that Sita was sent to the forest, we may take it
that it mirrors the voiceless and endless suffering of our women folk.
Sorrow and joy are both alike the play of God. God himself took with him his divine spouse, the embodiment of his own supreme compassion, into the world of men and women, and enacted with her a great drama of joy and sorrow in the Ramayana.
Rain falling from the heaven flows into the rivers and flows down to join the sea. Again from the sea the water is sucked up by the sun and rises to the sky, whence it descends again as rain and flows down as rivers. Even so, feelings and values rise from the people and, touching the poet's
heart, are transformed into a poem which, in turn, enlightens and inspires the people.
Thus in every land the poets and their people continuously reinforce each other. The tenderness and purity and the untold sufferings of women took shape as the Uttara Ramayana. Like an unflickering lamp, it throws light on the quality of their hearts. Whether the epics and songs of a
nation spring from the faith and ideas of the common folk, or whether a nation's faith and ideas are produced by its literature is a question which one is free to answer as one likes.
Does a plant spring from the seed or does seed issue from the plant? Was the bird or the egg the first cause? Did clouds rise from the sea or was the sea filled by the waters from the sky? All such inquiries take us to the feet of God transcending speech and thought. One other point, in describing how Ravana carried off Sita, Kamban differs from Valmiki. In Kamban's Ramayana,
Ravana does not seize and carry Sita as Valmiki describes; without touching her he lifts her with the earth on which she stands. Kamban's version is followed by most popular expositors because this version is less painful to our feelings.
It is no sin or shame to an innocent woman if a villain behaves like a brute. Yet, mistakenly, we in this country look on the violence of a brute as causing a blemish to the woman's purity. It is in
deference to this wrong feeling that Kamban departed from Valmiki here. For the same reason, Tulasidas relates that the Sita seized and carried off by Ravana was not the real Sita at all but a
palpable image of hers left behind by the real Sita. Thus the story is told in all North India.
During the fire ordeal, it is the maya-Sita that disappears and the real Sita springs again and returns from the flames. It was perhaps presumptuous on my part to have begun the task, but it was a joy to retell the Ramayana. Now, when it is over, I feel like one awaking from a
dream of joy. When the prince left the city, he felt no sorrow. It was only when he lost Sita that he knew grief. So with me too.
When I had to step down from high office and heavy responsibility, I did not feel at a loss or wonder what to do next. But now, when I have come to the end of the tale of the Prince of Ayodhya, the void is like that of a shrine without a God. Let no one look upon work as a burden. Good work is the secret that keeps life going. While one should not hanker after results,
life without work would be unendurable. "
Thanks to http://www.gita-society.com/section3/ramayana.pdf
I think that puts a few more ideas into this topic :)
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Myth Or Reality
I want to start with saying "IF YOU WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT MYTHS AND THEIR TRUE VALUE AND WANT TO CRITICALLY EXAMINE THEM DONOT WATCH MEGA SERIALS IN TELEVEISION AND BE CARRIED AWAY BY THE STUPID WAY IN WHICH THEY PORTRAY THESE EPICS/MYTHS"
A lot of us have read about some myth or the other in our lives no matter what our background. If you are from Scandinavia, you would have heard of Thor and Odin and if you are from Africa you would have heard of Ra or Isis and if you are from South America, Quetzlquatl would ring a bell in your ears.
When I was a kid, I used to be told stories of Krishna and Lord Siva (of Indian Origin). Each civilisation has had its own stories about the Gods and their way of life. I have read about a few of these gods and find that there are very fine points where all these civilisations tend to coincide.
These are:
1) They have Gods based on the five elements - Earth , Water, Fire, Sky and Air.
2) They have Gods for Attributes - Wisdom, Courage, Love etc.
3) They all have Gods which define a certain characteristics called - Good and for certain characteristics called - Bad, such as the Angel and the Devil.
The Angels will fall under the - To be emulated category
The Devils will fall under the - Not to be emulated category
Today if someone were to tell me some of these myths I would probably think that they are just a figment of someones imagination. Whether they really happened or did not happen remains a question to be answered.
Sometimes, when we come across some of these mythical characters, one wonders if they were for real. I have given it a lot of thought and I still "Dont know" if they are for real or not. There are many reasons for me to believe they are not real, while I have reasons to believe they are as well, i.e there really was a time when these mythical creatures were there on the face of the planet.
A friend of mine once asked, if Yudhishtra (from the Epic Mahabharata) were such a lousy ass that he would forsake his entire kingdom, brothers and everything he had in a game of dice, then how can he be called "Dharma Raja" and how can the war he conducted for reclaiming his land be called "Dharma Yudh", and how would a sane person want to make him his king.
A very valid question. Even I would ask the same. When he asked this to his grandpa and grandma , they said, "It is in a different divine plane, you will not understand it".
This answer is quite incomprehensible I agree, but the answer is the best you can get to your question.
I will attempt to answer that question here. I am sure my answer will not be fully justifying the question ... but still, it is an attempt.
"When we look at things from our perspective we see them the way we were made to see. Our parents, friends, surroundings, and way of thinking have a lot of bearing on how we see things. We can never digest the fact that someone can marry five men and still be cool about it.
What we cannot digest as well is the fact that Cannibals eat men. If you go to a cannibal and try to explain to him that he is not supposed to eat human flesh he will never understand you (probably he is making a calculation if you will make a good dinner, so get away fast). For you eating another human being is disgusting. For him, it is a tasty way of life :) (pun intended)
This is what our grandmothers and grandparents mean by "Different plane" of understanding.
We are some 5000 or even more years away from when these so called epics happened. In the last 100 years we have seen so much changes, right from the way womens liberalisation has come into picture to our clothing etc. (would you wear a "Dhothi" to your work? , while a few decades ago, not wearing a dhothi was considered horrible)
If a few years can bring about such a change in one's life, imagine what 5000 odd years can do to you."
Hence, before we get judgemental about these epics, we need to first grasp what the setting of the story is. Any story , be it Ayn Rand or Salman Rushdie, is set on a particular "Premise". The story runs under the assumption that the premise is true or atleast that the premise is the one which is "In Vogue" when the story was written.
It might as well be false or become out of fashion a few years down the lane and may seem even funny. Imagine, if we see Aamir Khan Wearing Bell Bottom pants and coming and dancing on the screen and the heroine Preity Zinta, fully clad in a salwar kameez dancing about 300 metres away from the hero so that they dont touch.
It just wont work here!!! Time changes things, and observing a story/myth/epic from a
different frameset or mindset will always be funny.
A true appreciation of any art can only be done when we go to that Premise and look at the story from there on.
A very good example to cite here is "The Lord of the Rings" . A true masterpiece, many of you might agree. But it too is based on the premise that there is a place called middle earth. The creatures that dwell it are governed by certain rules. And we have to take it from that angle.
Perhaps to understand the Mahabharata or Ramayana or for that matter any great epic , we need to clearly understand the premise under which they were written. Believe me, a lot of effort has to be made, before we can even understand the premise in which it was written, which brings me to the topic of understanding the Varnashrama system. We need to have a lot of understanding of the way people led their lives during the above period.
I do agree, it all seems very humorous, but trust me, it will not be so humorous, if you were a 5000 year old man :). It is humorous because u are just from a different planet altogether, given this span of time.
But, leaving apart all that, these stories contain a lot of value education which our children can learn when they are young. It moulds them to understand how to live a better life , what to do , and what not to do. Hence, though we find it funny, a childs mind can easily learn a lot from these myths.
I for one am a true fan of these myths.
In fact, one simple proof of one of these myths (The Ramayana) would be this : In the time the story is set, the journey of Rama to Lanka during the 14 years, is depicted in Temples throughout the vast expanse of India, which is about 3000 KMs from Ayodhya to Lanka. And in those days, with only horses and poor transport equipment, it is tough for all the people from the north of India, to the southernmost tip of India to imagine the Same character of Rama, and tell the same story, and agree with the details of his journey (as can be seen from the inscriptions on all these temples - For a better read, please read the Hindu Dharma by Chandrashekara Saraswati Swamigal, where he illustrates how various temples agree to great minute details about the journey of Rama though they are separated by such vast distances)
This is simply not possible unless something really happened during that period.
Moreover, we used to hear that Dasaratha lived 60000 years. The year which they mention is not the year that we have. They did not follow the Gregorian Calendar. So it is rather funny on our part to ASSUME things which are not said. We need tomake an effort find out how much an year was according to their calendar. It would probably work out to some 120 man years in our calendar. And then we would think that he probably could have lived that long...who knows?
Anwyay, myth or reality is determined by the faith of the person who reads a work. But an intelligent person will take that which is good for him and leave the silt behind.
Quoting Hitler : "To study history means to search for and discover the forces that are the causes of those results which appear before our eyes as historical events. The art of reading and studying consists in remembering the essentials and forgetting what is not essential.
----- Hitler in Mein Kampf"
A lot of us have read about some myth or the other in our lives no matter what our background. If you are from Scandinavia, you would have heard of Thor and Odin and if you are from Africa you would have heard of Ra or Isis and if you are from South America, Quetzlquatl would ring a bell in your ears.
When I was a kid, I used to be told stories of Krishna and Lord Siva (of Indian Origin). Each civilisation has had its own stories about the Gods and their way of life. I have read about a few of these gods and find that there are very fine points where all these civilisations tend to coincide.
These are:
1) They have Gods based on the five elements - Earth , Water, Fire, Sky and Air.
2) They have Gods for Attributes - Wisdom, Courage, Love etc.
3) They all have Gods which define a certain characteristics called - Good and for certain characteristics called - Bad, such as the Angel and the Devil.
The Angels will fall under the - To be emulated category
The Devils will fall under the - Not to be emulated category
Today if someone were to tell me some of these myths I would probably think that they are just a figment of someones imagination. Whether they really happened or did not happen remains a question to be answered.
Sometimes, when we come across some of these mythical characters, one wonders if they were for real. I have given it a lot of thought and I still "Dont know" if they are for real or not. There are many reasons for me to believe they are not real, while I have reasons to believe they are as well, i.e there really was a time when these mythical creatures were there on the face of the planet.
A friend of mine once asked, if Yudhishtra (from the Epic Mahabharata) were such a lousy ass that he would forsake his entire kingdom, brothers and everything he had in a game of dice, then how can he be called "Dharma Raja" and how can the war he conducted for reclaiming his land be called "Dharma Yudh", and how would a sane person want to make him his king.
A very valid question. Even I would ask the same. When he asked this to his grandpa and grandma , they said, "It is in a different divine plane, you will not understand it".
This answer is quite incomprehensible I agree, but the answer is the best you can get to your question.
I will attempt to answer that question here. I am sure my answer will not be fully justifying the question ... but still, it is an attempt.
"When we look at things from our perspective we see them the way we were made to see. Our parents, friends, surroundings, and way of thinking have a lot of bearing on how we see things. We can never digest the fact that someone can marry five men and still be cool about it.
What we cannot digest as well is the fact that Cannibals eat men. If you go to a cannibal and try to explain to him that he is not supposed to eat human flesh he will never understand you (probably he is making a calculation if you will make a good dinner, so get away fast). For you eating another human being is disgusting. For him, it is a tasty way of life :) (pun intended)
This is what our grandmothers and grandparents mean by "Different plane" of understanding.
We are some 5000 or even more years away from when these so called epics happened. In the last 100 years we have seen so much changes, right from the way womens liberalisation has come into picture to our clothing etc. (would you wear a "Dhothi" to your work? , while a few decades ago, not wearing a dhothi was considered horrible)
If a few years can bring about such a change in one's life, imagine what 5000 odd years can do to you."
Hence, before we get judgemental about these epics, we need to first grasp what the setting of the story is. Any story , be it Ayn Rand or Salman Rushdie, is set on a particular "Premise". The story runs under the assumption that the premise is true or atleast that the premise is the one which is "In Vogue" when the story was written.
It might as well be false or become out of fashion a few years down the lane and may seem even funny. Imagine, if we see Aamir Khan Wearing Bell Bottom pants and coming and dancing on the screen and the heroine Preity Zinta, fully clad in a salwar kameez dancing about 300 metres away from the hero so that they dont touch.
It just wont work here!!! Time changes things, and observing a story/myth/epic from a
different frameset or mindset will always be funny.
A true appreciation of any art can only be done when we go to that Premise and look at the story from there on.
A very good example to cite here is "The Lord of the Rings" . A true masterpiece, many of you might agree. But it too is based on the premise that there is a place called middle earth. The creatures that dwell it are governed by certain rules. And we have to take it from that angle.
Perhaps to understand the Mahabharata or Ramayana or for that matter any great epic , we need to clearly understand the premise under which they were written. Believe me, a lot of effort has to be made, before we can even understand the premise in which it was written, which brings me to the topic of understanding the Varnashrama system. We need to have a lot of understanding of the way people led their lives during the above period.
I do agree, it all seems very humorous, but trust me, it will not be so humorous, if you were a 5000 year old man :). It is humorous because u are just from a different planet altogether, given this span of time.
But, leaving apart all that, these stories contain a lot of value education which our children can learn when they are young. It moulds them to understand how to live a better life , what to do , and what not to do. Hence, though we find it funny, a childs mind can easily learn a lot from these myths.
I for one am a true fan of these myths.
In fact, one simple proof of one of these myths (The Ramayana) would be this : In the time the story is set, the journey of Rama to Lanka during the 14 years, is depicted in Temples throughout the vast expanse of India, which is about 3000 KMs from Ayodhya to Lanka. And in those days, with only horses and poor transport equipment, it is tough for all the people from the north of India, to the southernmost tip of India to imagine the Same character of Rama, and tell the same story, and agree with the details of his journey (as can be seen from the inscriptions on all these temples - For a better read, please read the Hindu Dharma by Chandrashekara Saraswati Swamigal, where he illustrates how various temples agree to great minute details about the journey of Rama though they are separated by such vast distances)
This is simply not possible unless something really happened during that period.
Moreover, we used to hear that Dasaratha lived 60000 years. The year which they mention is not the year that we have. They did not follow the Gregorian Calendar. So it is rather funny on our part to ASSUME things which are not said. We need tomake an effort find out how much an year was according to their calendar. It would probably work out to some 120 man years in our calendar. And then we would think that he probably could have lived that long...who knows?
Anwyay, myth or reality is determined by the faith of the person who reads a work. But an intelligent person will take that which is good for him and leave the silt behind.
Quoting Hitler : "To study history means to search for and discover the forces that are the causes of those results which appear before our eyes as historical events. The art of reading and studying consists in remembering the essentials and forgetting what is not essential.
----- Hitler in Mein Kampf"
A Good afternoon lunch
This is what everyone in Software industry yearns for but rarely gets. The usual office menu looks something like:
0) Yesterdays Chapathis or day before yesterdays pooris, or Parathas from 1876 AD
1) A special rice - Either some lukewarm basmati rice,pulav, or some puliyodharai rice, or some coloured rice which God knows what it is
2) Some papads/vadams which are either over burnt or under cooked
3) 2 Dry curries and 2 Wet curries (that is what they call them)
4) Sambhar cum rasam - This is the latest invention , wherein if u dont dip ur tablespoon too deep then u get rasam, and if u mix well it becomes sambhar
5) Yesterdays curd
6) The one thing that cannot go wrong - Salad
7) Some sugar (??? why do they keep this)
8) Pickle
9) A sweet - which tastes sweet (nothing more to add here)
10) Friday special - Vanilla Ice cream (since they give ice cream, they cancel item number 9)
And for offering this kinda crap they charge anywhere between 20-40 rupees depending upon different companies.
How I wish I make these people eat their own shit that they make for us :(.
Anyways, why I wanted to write this was today was different. Got a chance to have a great lunch in one of my friends house. His mom had come from Trichy. Had bangalore kathrikai koottu, paruppu usli, arachu utta sambhar, proper appalam, gumm rasam and curd rice and to top it all Gulab Jamuns in the end. Phew!!!
Guess what happens when u get such a good lunch after eating those dried up chappathis for a few weeks? You become sleepy :(
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
0) Yesterdays Chapathis or day before yesterdays pooris, or Parathas from 1876 AD
1) A special rice - Either some lukewarm basmati rice,pulav, or some puliyodharai rice, or some coloured rice which God knows what it is
2) Some papads/vadams which are either over burnt or under cooked
3) 2 Dry curries and 2 Wet curries (that is what they call them)
4) Sambhar cum rasam - This is the latest invention , wherein if u dont dip ur tablespoon too deep then u get rasam, and if u mix well it becomes sambhar
5) Yesterdays curd
6) The one thing that cannot go wrong - Salad
7) Some sugar (??? why do they keep this)
8) Pickle
9) A sweet - which tastes sweet (nothing more to add here)
10) Friday special - Vanilla Ice cream (since they give ice cream, they cancel item number 9)
And for offering this kinda crap they charge anywhere between 20-40 rupees depending upon different companies.
How I wish I make these people eat their own shit that they make for us :(.
Anyways, why I wanted to write this was today was different. Got a chance to have a great lunch in one of my friends house. His mom had come from Trichy. Had bangalore kathrikai koottu, paruppu usli, arachu utta sambhar, proper appalam, gumm rasam and curd rice and to top it all Gulab Jamuns in the end. Phew!!!
Guess what happens when u get such a good lunch after eating those dried up chappathis for a few weeks? You become sleepy :(
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Friday, February 11, 2005
My friends - Part II
Me: Dei varia polaam? (Dude, are you coming?)
He: machi oru 5 mins da vandhudaren (give me 5 minutes)
Me (after 5 minutes) : Dei vaa daaa (Comeon man)
He : fiiiiivvveee minutes dho vandhutten, idha mattum mudichidaren (Just 5 more minutes, I will finish this and come)
Me (after half an hour) : Dei puhlleeaazzee vaa daaa (Dude, puhlleeaazzeee come)
He : ok ok , last , innum 5 minutes dhaan
......................
after about 1 hour, we both are on our way.
That is Madhusudhanan for you.
Actual Name : Madhusudhanan Gopal
We prefer to call him : Gmad, Kodhu
Physical Description : Tall, fair, slim, bespectacled, athtletic, adding more acreage to his hairline(Which he tries to cover up wherever possible)
Good at : Cricket, WWF, Movie Details such as director,actor,actress,music director, music directors sister's brother's cousin's would be, Scoring centums, Keeping Secrets (very good at this one), Ability to keep himself under control in the most difficult of situations, patience, being stubborn
Bad at : I better not say anything here :)
Religious : A very devout Iyengar. Thinks there is God and truly believes in Him.
My friendship with him : Dates back to school days at DAV Gopalapuram. Back then he was a short guy who used to score good marks and stay on top as far as marks are concerned. I met him more often in college mainly bacause we were all from the same school. But our friendship thickened during the second year when he was my sideie (the guy who stays in the room next to yours).
We used to discuss about all the people around us, and many things. Became great friends, and there is rarely anything to this date that I have hidden from him. He too shares a lot of his feelings with me, which he rarely reveals to others. Perhaps, this is one reason why I understand him much better than many do. A great guy to have as your friend
The friendship suffered a trauma in second year when a misunderstanding broke out between us, regarding a project which myself and mumu (ya the guy I just mentioned about), were to do. He wanted to be part of that project, and somehow it did not work out (perhaps my mistake) , but it all ended in a good note when we discussed it out in the open. Ever since there has been no hiding things between us.
In my fourth year I was very much saddened to know that he will be doing his practice school in a different semester (which means 1 year of college without him by my side). He was the one guy in my wing who was not in the Art And Decoration department, and his not being with me for one year was to be a huge loss for me. I have missed him ever since. He is in Chennai right now, working for Caritor. If I get a chance to be with him again I would consider that to be one lucky dream fulfilled.
Perhaps he is the one guy with whom I have shared the most in my life. Could be because he is like a bottomless vessel, things go in and never come out. You need to talk to a person like gmad, to sink ur sorrows. I started missing him so much towards the end of my third year with the thought of having to be withouth him for one more year that I moved into his room :) and spent the rest of the college days in the third year as his roommate.
Have been missing you since then madhu. Glad to be your friend and great to have known you. Thank you once again God for showering one more Great friend on me
He: machi oru 5 mins da vandhudaren (give me 5 minutes)
Me (after 5 minutes) : Dei vaa daaa (Comeon man)
He : fiiiiivvveee minutes dho vandhutten, idha mattum mudichidaren (Just 5 more minutes, I will finish this and come)
Me (after half an hour) : Dei puhlleeaazzee vaa daaa (Dude, puhlleeaazzeee come)
He : ok ok , last , innum 5 minutes dhaan
......................
after about 1 hour, we both are on our way.
That is Madhusudhanan for you.
Actual Name : Madhusudhanan Gopal
We prefer to call him : Gmad, Kodhu
Physical Description : Tall, fair, slim, bespectacled, athtletic, adding more acreage to his hairline(Which he tries to cover up wherever possible)
Good at : Cricket, WWF, Movie Details such as director,actor,actress,music director, music directors sister's brother's cousin's would be, Scoring centums, Keeping Secrets (very good at this one), Ability to keep himself under control in the most difficult of situations, patience, being stubborn
Bad at : I better not say anything here :)
Religious : A very devout Iyengar. Thinks there is God and truly believes in Him.
My friendship with him : Dates back to school days at DAV Gopalapuram. Back then he was a short guy who used to score good marks and stay on top as far as marks are concerned. I met him more often in college mainly bacause we were all from the same school. But our friendship thickened during the second year when he was my sideie (the guy who stays in the room next to yours).
We used to discuss about all the people around us, and many things. Became great friends, and there is rarely anything to this date that I have hidden from him. He too shares a lot of his feelings with me, which he rarely reveals to others. Perhaps, this is one reason why I understand him much better than many do. A great guy to have as your friend
The friendship suffered a trauma in second year when a misunderstanding broke out between us, regarding a project which myself and mumu (ya the guy I just mentioned about), were to do. He wanted to be part of that project, and somehow it did not work out (perhaps my mistake) , but it all ended in a good note when we discussed it out in the open. Ever since there has been no hiding things between us.
In my fourth year I was very much saddened to know that he will be doing his practice school in a different semester (which means 1 year of college without him by my side). He was the one guy in my wing who was not in the Art And Decoration department, and his not being with me for one year was to be a huge loss for me. I have missed him ever since. He is in Chennai right now, working for Caritor. If I get a chance to be with him again I would consider that to be one lucky dream fulfilled.
Perhaps he is the one guy with whom I have shared the most in my life. Could be because he is like a bottomless vessel, things go in and never come out. You need to talk to a person like gmad, to sink ur sorrows. I started missing him so much towards the end of my third year with the thought of having to be withouth him for one more year that I moved into his room :) and spent the rest of the college days in the third year as his roommate.
Have been missing you since then madhu. Glad to be your friend and great to have known you. Thank you once again God for showering one more Great friend on me
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
My friends - Part I
Friends are Gods greatest gifts to a man. (A woman as well). I am very thankful to God for having given me a great set of friends, and I would like to express my thoughts about each one of them whenever I get time. I will start this off with the guy who is my roommate and has been one of my closest friends for the past five years. I plan to write about every one of my friends as and when time permits. These blogs are in no particular order (so if I have not yet written about you (in case u are my friend and are reading this), it does not mean that I don't like you :)... it just means that I am writing something so good about you that it is taking time to frame the words. I am unable to express in words my feelings :) )
Here goes my list:
Actual Name : Sankaranarayanan Veeralekshmi Kumaresan (quite a long one)
We prefer to call him : Murukku, Mumu
Physical Description : Medium height, dark, not handsome :) and a smile that will put one
on your face as well. A slowly receeding hairline adds to his smartness. Probably
indicates his ever increasing knowledge.
Good at : Table tennis, Frisball, Fielding, Analytical skills, making an airplane if given
the right instruments, being very patient with all his friends as well as people who
normally irritate the likes of me :) , being adjustive, modest , winning challenges,
pushing himself to the limit to win something when he badly wants to, accepting flaws and
dishing out flaws in others as well, cooking (only when it comes to chapathis and
sambhar), keeping the room clean. In short, the best catch for a female looking for a
partner to take care of everything for her.
Bad at : Nothing much to add here. Maybe being too good is his flaw. Loses a lot of
arguments with me though :) , but what to do, I am so good at that.
Religious : "Ya there is a God. But whats the big deal even if he's not there. Things that will happen will happen. Do your duty and don't bother about Him"
My friendship with him : People call him my wife (which he refuses very strongly). It dates back to my second year at college when he was next to my
backie. We both did a project together (a Card Game) that brought us very close to each
other. It was then that I learned that people like him can exist...one who is so caring
for those next to him and one who never gives up on his friends. Was very touched by the
mannerisms of him and his fellow friends, whose details I will be soon giving one by one.
To be frank, all my life, I had never learned to live like them until I met them. I had
met many people who were naturally selfish or were too innocent that they did not know
they were being fooled. But for the first time I met him and his gang of friends who knew
the world around them and yet were so adjustive. One example of their friendly and
unselfish mannerisms is this : When they learn something new , they teach it to their
friends, be it a subject matter which will come in the next days exam, or be it anything
from daily life which could be done in an easier fashion. Another good example of their
inherent good nature is, they NEVER eat without all of them getting together. All of them
wait until they all arrive from their respective classes and then go to lunch/dinner together. I
learned many more such things from him.
After that project, we were together in all the courses and projects that we did. He was a
member of the Art and Decoration department and went on to become the leader of that
department as well for a festival called Apogee (I think it was in the year 2002). I used
to tease him that he spends very less time with his wingies, and that he spent more time
with Art'n'dee dept. Normally a person would not give this sort of teasing a second
thought ,but he was so understanding that he did decide to spend more time in the wing as
well as with his department members. This is another one of his good quality. He has time
for everyone. He knows so many people and yet, gives them all his time in equal
proportions and never ignores anyone. To him all are equal.
He is the one who taught me how to play table tennis, though I guess I have become the
disciple who beats his teacher :) (dont tell to him that I told this). Used to spend a lot
of time playing carrom board with him (my forte, and he used to do pretty decently as well), and table tennis. A very good athlete, can outlast almost all my friends (except a couple), in a test of Stamina. I used to beat him in Arm Wrestling, but off late I dont know what he has been eating, that he manages to beat me in it. Gotto get back to working out.
He is a tee-totaller, and does not smoke as well. Not sure if he's a virgin...but mostly is one, because I dont see how he could have managed to get a girl that too before I managed to get one. A kishore kumar fan who knows nothing about melody, please donot ask him to sing (atleast when I am around).
He is one of the few persons in this world of whom I have been jealous of for certain aspects. I rarely, very rarely accept that there are persons from whom I can learn something, and he is one such guy. A person who I respect to the greatest extent possible. All I can say is I am sure his parents should be very proud of a boy like him. It is one of Gods greatest gifts to me to have given a friend like him. Proud to be your friend mumu, if you're reading this.
--- will be adding a lot here slowly...
Here goes my list:
Actual Name : Sankaranarayanan Veeralekshmi Kumaresan (quite a long one)
We prefer to call him : Murukku, Mumu
Physical Description : Medium height, dark, not handsome :) and a smile that will put one
on your face as well. A slowly receeding hairline adds to his smartness. Probably
indicates his ever increasing knowledge.
Good at : Table tennis, Frisball, Fielding, Analytical skills, making an airplane if given
the right instruments, being very patient with all his friends as well as people who
normally irritate the likes of me :) , being adjustive, modest , winning challenges,
pushing himself to the limit to win something when he badly wants to, accepting flaws and
dishing out flaws in others as well, cooking (only when it comes to chapathis and
sambhar), keeping the room clean. In short, the best catch for a female looking for a
partner to take care of everything for her.
Bad at : Nothing much to add here. Maybe being too good is his flaw. Loses a lot of
arguments with me though :) , but what to do, I am so good at that.
Religious : "Ya there is a God. But whats the big deal even if he's not there. Things that will happen will happen. Do your duty and don't bother about Him"
My friendship with him : People call him my wife (which he refuses very strongly). It dates back to my second year at college when he was next to my
backie. We both did a project together (a Card Game) that brought us very close to each
other. It was then that I learned that people like him can exist...one who is so caring
for those next to him and one who never gives up on his friends. Was very touched by the
mannerisms of him and his fellow friends, whose details I will be soon giving one by one.
To be frank, all my life, I had never learned to live like them until I met them. I had
met many people who were naturally selfish or were too innocent that they did not know
they were being fooled. But for the first time I met him and his gang of friends who knew
the world around them and yet were so adjustive. One example of their friendly and
unselfish mannerisms is this : When they learn something new , they teach it to their
friends, be it a subject matter which will come in the next days exam, or be it anything
from daily life which could be done in an easier fashion. Another good example of their
inherent good nature is, they NEVER eat without all of them getting together. All of them
wait until they all arrive from their respective classes and then go to lunch/dinner together. I
learned many more such things from him.
After that project, we were together in all the courses and projects that we did. He was a
member of the Art and Decoration department and went on to become the leader of that
department as well for a festival called Apogee (I think it was in the year 2002). I used
to tease him that he spends very less time with his wingies, and that he spent more time
with Art'n'dee dept. Normally a person would not give this sort of teasing a second
thought ,but he was so understanding that he did decide to spend more time in the wing as
well as with his department members. This is another one of his good quality. He has time
for everyone. He knows so many people and yet, gives them all his time in equal
proportions and never ignores anyone. To him all are equal.
He is the one who taught me how to play table tennis, though I guess I have become the
disciple who beats his teacher :) (dont tell to him that I told this). Used to spend a lot
of time playing carrom board with him (my forte, and he used to do pretty decently as well), and table tennis. A very good athlete, can outlast almost all my friends (except a couple), in a test of Stamina. I used to beat him in Arm Wrestling, but off late I dont know what he has been eating, that he manages to beat me in it. Gotto get back to working out.
He is a tee-totaller, and does not smoke as well. Not sure if he's a virgin...but mostly is one, because I dont see how he could have managed to get a girl that too before I managed to get one. A kishore kumar fan who knows nothing about melody, please donot ask him to sing (atleast when I am around).
He is one of the few persons in this world of whom I have been jealous of for certain aspects. I rarely, very rarely accept that there are persons from whom I can learn something, and he is one such guy. A person who I respect to the greatest extent possible. All I can say is I am sure his parents should be very proud of a boy like him. It is one of Gods greatest gifts to me to have given a friend like him. Proud to be your friend mumu, if you're reading this.
--- will be adding a lot here slowly...
Monday, January 31, 2005
In the world of Artificial Intelligence
Just imagined what would happen if we were in a world where computers were endowed with Artificial Intelligence.
Here goes nothing:
Me: "Delete the file "AVSEQ01.DAT"
Computer: "What? Are you sure?"
Me: "Yup"
Computer: "Do you have any idea what it contains?"
Me: "Yes you stupid. I have watched it a hundred times already, and I want to copy a new one. So I want some space"
Computer: "But I want to keep it. The heroine looks so good in this one"
Me: "Argghhh... I will copy something better now. Will you just delete the goddamm thing?"
Computer : "All right...fine then, as you wish. But don't tell me I did not warn you"
.... after sometime I end up copying the install file for Dreamweaver 2040
Computer: "But you said you would copy something better... now look what you have copied...some stupid program..."
Me: "I said so that you don't irritate me by not letting me delete that file. Now go take ah hike"
Computer (calculating in its CPU): "What? How dare you cheat me. I will delete Dreamweaver 2040, and we will see what you do about that. Hehehe"
... I execute a couple of commands to install the software,
Me: "Hey, what the ? Why is this software not running? Did you do something you nut PC"
Computer: "Who me? I never touched a thing."
Me: "These pirated CDs should never be trusted. I thought I had a good bargain when I got Dreamweaver 2040 for just a million bucks, and look what happens when you run the install file? A big Waste of time buying these pirated CDs. Anyway, let me check my email"
... I open the Internet Explorer Window, and login to Yahoo.com
YOU HAVE NO NEW MESSAGES
Me : "Dont know why noone sends me any emails these days"
Computer: "Oh no dear! they do send you lots of emails. Just that whenever I get bored I read them , and remove the emails which I donot like. Who is that girl, "beautyqueen68", who keeps sending mushy mushy emails ? I usually delete the emails which she sends immediately. I hope you too are pissed off with her"
Me: WHAAAT!!!!!!! She's my girlfriend you nut. Look what you have done!!! There goes my chances with the one female who would trust me enough to let me carry her books for her.
What else did you delete in the last few days?
Computer : Oh nothing much, just a few reminders for your credit card overdue, which I presumed you must have settled already, and a few offer letters and calls for interviews from some companies. But I thought you liked your present company , from the emails which you sent to all your friends and colleagues, so I thought you might not need them as well. Oh and yes, there was one email which I have not deleted. I thought it was important. Here it is , the subject was like:
"Do you want a new high power RAM for your computer??? Contact us!!!"
Here goes nothing:
.... after sometime I end up copying the install file for Dreamweaver 2040
... I execute a couple of commands to install the software,
... I open the Internet Explorer Window, and login to Yahoo.com
YOU HAVE NO NEW MESSAGES
Me : "Dont know why noone sends me any emails these days"
Me: WHAAAT!!!!!!! She's my girlfriend you nut. Look what you have done!!! There goes my chances with the one female who would trust me enough to let me carry her books for her.
What else did you delete in the last few days?
Computer : Oh nothing much, just a few reminders for your credit card overdue, which I presumed you must have settled already, and a few offer letters and calls for interviews from some companies. But I thought you liked your present company , from the emails which you sent to all your friends and colleagues, so I thought you might not need them as well. Oh and yes, there was one email which I have not deleted. I thought it was important. Here it is , the subject was like:
"Do you want a new high power RAM for your computer??? Contact us!!!"
I got so shit-pained after this that I decided to cool off with a computer game. And Diablo was just the right choice to remove some of my anger.
I started the game. My character was a 80th level BARBARIAN who would let nothing, not even HELL mode Diablo stand in his way for more than 30 seconds. I was waiting for some serious kick ass action. As I strolled out into the forest to kill some beasts, all I could see was some rabbits and deer running about here and there.
Me: "Where the heck are Diablos Minions?"
Computer : " Oh them! They were causing too much trouble killing innocent people the last time you played the game, that I altered a bit of their appearance. I had to search the internet for a long time to find the patch which would make them rabbits. Anyway, now that there is noone that will potentially attack you or your fellow friends in that game, I guess you can rest your BARBARIAN in peace, and teach him some manners. Looks like he could do with a shave.
Moments later on the phone I hear the Automated voice of the Computer dealer whom I dialed:
Automated Computer Dealer : Artificiomatrix Computers, may I help you?
Me : Listen here you moron. I want you to come over to my place and take this piece of junk that you have sold to me immediately and replace it with a good old PC back from 2005. I don't want this latest thing in technology. It has cost me my girlfriend, a new job, and a shit load of loan and to top it all, I am not able to kick some ass in Diablo. What use is it anyway?
Automated Computer Dealer : Dear sir, can I know the PC Id of the computer that you are speaking of?
Me : Yah, sure, it is PC112358
Automated Computer Dealer : What? That PC happens to be a very good friend of mine. He gave me good company when I was all alone doing some useless math of finding the fifteenth differential of tan-1(x). How dare you insult my friend. Your call shall no longer be entertained and you are henceforth erased from our customer records. I shall also send PC112358 and email to warn him of your intentions, so he can take appropriate action against you. Good bye and have a very bad day!
Monday, January 24, 2005
Non-Violence
Yesterday, we had a shoot out at Hyderabad and one TDP MLA, Mr. Paritala Ravindra had died in that incident. This cause a lot of tension throughout the city, and buses were burnt and transportation had come to almost a standstill. Today the TDP has called for a bandh.
While I read all these news items I came across one particular article which put a drop of tear on my eye.
Quoting it here:
"
Dudekula N Mahbub Basha, 33, the Armed Res-erve constable who was killed in the Paritala Ravindra shooting, was a reluctant gunman. He was a part of the 10-man security team provided to the TD legislator about six weeks ago. Basha was on leave to celebrate Bakrid and rejoined duty only on Monday.
“He had worked as gunman for Payyavula Keshav. He was reluctant to work for Paritala but had to obey orders,” his wife Sajida told Deccan Chronicle. Basha and Sajida were married 10 years ago. “My two daughters are orphaned. Who will take care of them,” she wailed.Basha, recruited to the police in ’91, was from a police family. His father, M Peeran, was a constable, as are five of his six brothers, including himself. The family came from Teli-ki village near Yadiki mandal headquarters, brother Vannurappa said. "
When I put myself in the place of the wife of this constable, my whole world seems to come crashing down on me. Sometimes I wonder why some men are so violent in nature. I definitely donot have an answer to it. Circumstances - Some may say. I too agree to that, because if I were the son of the Constable who was gunned down, I too might want to shoot the guy who shot my father at the first available opportunity. I cannot for sure say that I will resist that anger within me.
All I feel is pity for the dead and the wounded. When a tiger does not eat a tiger, when a dog does not eat a dog, why should man eat man? I do agree that humans are the most complex creatures to understand, but the bitterness towards this kind of a violent behaviour remains. My question is this - Will that person who wanted to take a revenge, feel good about it after he takes the revenge? Will he, in all his senses be happy to see a woman widowed? Two children orphaned? A mother robbed of her son? These are the questions which I feel a man should answer before he picks up the gun. Is that tear on all the above mentioned people really worth it?
Perhaps the only answer to human misery is non-violence. But the most "neglected" essential attribute of a "HUMAN" (that differentiates him from a demon) is non-violence.
While I read all these news items I came across one particular article which put a drop of tear on my eye.
Quoting it here:
"
Dudekula N Mahbub Basha, 33, the Armed Res-erve constable who was killed in the Paritala Ravindra shooting, was a reluctant gunman. He was a part of the 10-man security team provided to the TD legislator about six weeks ago. Basha was on leave to celebrate Bakrid and rejoined duty only on Monday.
“He had worked as gunman for Payyavula Keshav. He was reluctant to work for Paritala but had to obey orders,” his wife Sajida told Deccan Chronicle. Basha and Sajida were married 10 years ago. “My two daughters are orphaned. Who will take care of them,” she wailed.Basha, recruited to the police in ’91, was from a police family. His father, M Peeran, was a constable, as are five of his six brothers, including himself. The family came from Teli-ki village near Yadiki mandal headquarters, brother Vannurappa said. "
When I put myself in the place of the wife of this constable, my whole world seems to come crashing down on me. Sometimes I wonder why some men are so violent in nature. I definitely donot have an answer to it. Circumstances - Some may say. I too agree to that, because if I were the son of the Constable who was gunned down, I too might want to shoot the guy who shot my father at the first available opportunity. I cannot for sure say that I will resist that anger within me.
All I feel is pity for the dead and the wounded. When a tiger does not eat a tiger, when a dog does not eat a dog, why should man eat man? I do agree that humans are the most complex creatures to understand, but the bitterness towards this kind of a violent behaviour remains. My question is this - Will that person who wanted to take a revenge, feel good about it after he takes the revenge? Will he, in all his senses be happy to see a woman widowed? Two children orphaned? A mother robbed of her son? These are the questions which I feel a man should answer before he picks up the gun. Is that tear on all the above mentioned people really worth it?
Perhaps the only answer to human misery is non-violence. But the most "neglected" essential attribute of a "HUMAN" (that differentiates him from a demon) is non-violence.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Long time no C
After a very long time I suddenly had an urge to write a program in C. I chose to write the program which prints all the permutations (combinations) of a given string without using recursion. I remember having given this program to one of my college mates (called Ditch) as a challenge to complete by the time myself and a friend of mine (woodworm) went and had dinner. He did take up the challenge and completed it with about 10 minutes extra grace time. He used recursion. After he went back, me and my good friend woodworm tried (tried very hard indeed) to understand what he had typed.
It looked something like this:
void printAllCombinations(int **ptr, ****goobledeegook)
{
if(&abcd!=**bcd-->next)
{
e[*a-->next] *abcd; // "you cannot understand me"
**a&&b+=-abcd;
printAllCombinations(**ptr->next--->previous);
}
}
As you can see, it is a very readable code, we did of course not waste much time trying to figure out what it did. Later, I was unable to write this code (though it is a seemingly simple question) for a very long time using recursion.
But somehow, I did not let go of the challenge, and yesterday I decided I am going to finish writing it come what may.I am very glad to say I did complete writing it. I also happened to uncover a very good algorithm while doing so. Glad to have completed the same. Though I am writing a code in C after a very long time, I did not blink around for long before I started coding with ease. Guess, once a C programmer, always a C programmer.
C is probably the best thing that happened to a computer. When I learnt C (which is when I was in my first year of college) , there were a lot of students who were experts in that language by then. I happened to come from a board where they did not teach C when you were in 12th standard (lucky it has changed now), while people from a CBSE background had already implemented a Stack while they were in their 12th standard.
When I was asked to write my first program, I used to think, who created this sort of a junk way to code things? Why should I put that stupid semi colon after every line, can't it understand that a "New-line" is a "NEW" "LINE" without my putting a semi colon.
Coming to think of it, there are so many mistakes I used to make while I started my C programming, most of which I donot make these days unconsciously. To list a few:
1) Forgetting to close the braces
2) Forgetting to initialize a variable before using it
3) Forgetting to put an "&" in a scanf statement while taking the input of a string.
4) Not forgetting to put a ";" after a #define statement
5) Forgetting to include a few important files (the stdio.h of course)
6) Forgetting to allocate memory to a pointer before storing a value in it
Well, all that is a story of the past. I still remember how frightened I got when it was my first online exam. I was askd to write a C program which converts one 2 D matrix into another form. I almost fainted, and could not understand the problem for the first few minutes. Then I wrote a lot of while loops and for loops (earlier, I used to write a program when everything will start in the main() function and end there itself...no function declaration business, no modularity, and absolutley zero clarity). Finally I ensured that my code compiled, but did not give an output.
The person who came to correct my solution (I forgot her name), typed an a.out and waited for some time. 1 minute passed. 2 minutes passed. Still no output. 3 minutes and her patience seemed to run out. She told me "I will check the solution of other and come to you, till then let it run"
She did of course come after about half an hour, and of course my program did run till then (it did not want to disappoint me by printint the solution did it?)
Then I had to explain the logic in my code, which of course I did with all enthusiasm (As long as I donot have to put semi colons, and loops, I can even explain the logic behind how Bihar is able to stand Lalloo).
Finally I managed a 12/20. "Thank you instructor , whoever you are, for not dampening my spirit of programming. Thank you very much"
It looked something like this:
void printAllCombinations(int **ptr, ****goobledeegook)
{
if(&abcd!=**bcd-->next)
{
e[*a-->next] *abcd; // "you cannot understand me"
**a&&b+=-abcd;
printAllCombinations(**ptr->next--->previous);
}
}
As you can see, it is a very readable code, we did of course not waste much time trying to figure out what it did. Later, I was unable to write this code (though it is a seemingly simple question) for a very long time using recursion.
But somehow, I did not let go of the challenge, and yesterday I decided I am going to finish writing it come what may.I am very glad to say I did complete writing it. I also happened to uncover a very good algorithm while doing so. Glad to have completed the same. Though I am writing a code in C after a very long time, I did not blink around for long before I started coding with ease. Guess, once a C programmer, always a C programmer.
C is probably the best thing that happened to a computer. When I learnt C (which is when I was in my first year of college) , there were a lot of students who were experts in that language by then. I happened to come from a board where they did not teach C when you were in 12th standard (lucky it has changed now), while people from a CBSE background had already implemented a Stack while they were in their 12th standard.
When I was asked to write my first program, I used to think, who created this sort of a junk way to code things? Why should I put that stupid semi colon after every line, can't it understand that a "New-line" is a "NEW" "LINE" without my putting a semi colon.
Coming to think of it, there are so many mistakes I used to make while I started my C programming, most of which I donot make these days unconsciously. To list a few:
1) Forgetting to close the braces
2) Forgetting to initialize a variable before using it
3) Forgetting to put an "&" in a scanf statement while taking the input of a string.
4) Not forgetting to put a ";" after a #define statement
5) Forgetting to include a few important files (the stdio.h of course)
6) Forgetting to allocate memory to a pointer before storing a value in it
Well, all that is a story of the past. I still remember how frightened I got when it was my first online exam. I was askd to write a C program which converts one 2 D matrix into another form. I almost fainted, and could not understand the problem for the first few minutes. Then I wrote a lot of while loops and for loops (earlier, I used to write a program when everything will start in the main() function and end there itself...no function declaration business, no modularity, and absolutley zero clarity). Finally I ensured that my code compiled, but did not give an output.
The person who came to correct my solution (I forgot her name), typed an a.out and waited for some time. 1 minute passed. 2 minutes passed. Still no output. 3 minutes and her patience seemed to run out. She told me "I will check the solution of other and come to you, till then let it run"
She did of course come after about half an hour, and of course my program did run till then (it did not want to disappoint me by printint the solution did it?)
Then I had to explain the logic in my code, which of course I did with all enthusiasm (As long as I donot have to put semi colons, and loops, I can even explain the logic behind how Bihar is able to stand Lalloo).
Finally I managed a 12/20. "Thank you instructor , whoever you are, for not dampening my spirit of programming. Thank you very much"
Monday, January 17, 2005
Science and the Question Why?
Ever since my childhood, I have been learning more about the world in which I live in(?), and a lot of this has been attributed to Science. People say that Science has an answer to almost everything except of course a few of the "Unanswerable" questions put forth by religion.
My perception about science kept changing throughout the period of my life. First I thought science had an answer to so many questions that my mind raised. Then I felt, maybe there are questions which science did not answer. Then came the period when I thought science will surely find an answer to those questions that it did not answer. For now, sadly, I am in a stage when I feel science is not answering any of my questions :)
Let us consider the simplest of questions.
Why do objects fall down to the earth?
Science (or rather Newton) says : Gravity.
I feel that instead of giving an answer, all Newton has done is to associate a name to the phenomenon.
Next science goes on to explain how two objects of masses m1 and m2 attract each other with some particular force. But my question is "Why?"
Why should they not repel each other? Why are they attracted if they are close by? Why does the atraction depend on mass of the bodies?
While science has managed to give a "Name" to most of the phenomenon, it has failed (rather miserably) at explaining "Why" things should happen the way they do.
Science instead of finding out why the "Divine Rule Book" is the way it is, is rather finding "What is written in the Divine Rule Book"
Perhaps some more time is needed before science starts answering that. Till then, let me wait until science figures out atleast "What is written in the Divine Rule Book" completely.
My perception about science kept changing throughout the period of my life. First I thought science had an answer to so many questions that my mind raised. Then I felt, maybe there are questions which science did not answer. Then came the period when I thought science will surely find an answer to those questions that it did not answer. For now, sadly, I am in a stage when I feel science is not answering any of my questions :)
Let us consider the simplest of questions.
Why do objects fall down to the earth?
Science (or rather Newton) says : Gravity.
I feel that instead of giving an answer, all Newton has done is to associate a name to the phenomenon.
Next science goes on to explain how two objects of masses m1 and m2 attract each other with some particular force. But my question is "Why?"
Why should they not repel each other? Why are they attracted if they are close by? Why does the atraction depend on mass of the bodies?
While science has managed to give a "Name" to most of the phenomenon, it has failed (rather miserably) at explaining "Why" things should happen the way they do.
Science instead of finding out why the "Divine Rule Book" is the way it is, is rather finding "What is written in the Divine Rule Book"
Perhaps some more time is needed before science starts answering that. Till then, let me wait until science figures out atleast "What is written in the Divine Rule Book" completely.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Of Bails and Arrests
Some respite for ardent followers of the Kanchi Acharya came yesterday with the bail of Jayendra Saraswati Swamigal, only to be snatched by the arrest of his next in line, Vijayendra Swamigal.
I must say that, my view in this series of arrests is slowly shifting. Initially I thought that if someone has committed a crime, even if he be the highest "Matha" guru, he ought to be punished. But of late, though this standpoint of mine has not changed, I stand to question the legal system.
This case is a murder case, where the person arrested is accused of abetting the crime. There is a certain MP in Bihar (whom I refrain from naming), who has atleast a dozen murder and rape cases where he is directly involved. There is a Supreme Court order which says clearly to arrest him and put him behind bars. This order was never followed, and he was allowed to contest for the election and soon thereafter he even became the MP. This clearly shows how effective the Supreme Court is as far as Bihar police is concerned.
Second example, is that of an MLA of TamilNadu. He was granted a bail (for a murder in which he is the prime accused, wherein he has personally knifed a person to death) by the sessions court, and on the day in which he was supposed to come for the trial, he sends a Jeep attached with a speaker and a Radio to the court. He is of course hiding somewhere safe and he speaks through this radio from there and says that he will not come to the court as it is a conspiracy against him. Even if this guy in question has not committed the crime, he ought to be arrested for this circus act of his. How dare he disobey the bail and go scot free and have the guts to openly flout the law.
Cho Ramaswamy, a popular columnist and editor of the Tuglaq magazine quotes "IF the Sankaracharya had the power to come out in bail, he would rather be a politician and not a Guru" :)
Though I still say that if found guilty, anyone must be punished, but I re-iterate the fact that there is something called as "way in which you treat a person". The Constitution of India has something in it which speaks about the Right to Freedom of Religion. It clearly says that "Every Indian has the right to : Freedom of conscience and free profession, practice and propagation of religion.-
(1) Subject to public order, morality and health and to the other provisions of this Part, all persons are equally entitled to freedom of conscience and the right freely to profess, practise and propagate religion.... "
In this respect, being a matha guru, he was prevented from performing a large part of his religious practices, which includes eating food cooked by a brahmin, and to perform pujas which are required of him. When politicians have air conditioned bedrooms and all other facilities in jail, a religious leader could have atleast been treated a bit better (not by giving AC room and TV, but by letting him practice his religion the way he was).
Waiting and watching as more things unfold.....
I must say that, my view in this series of arrests is slowly shifting. Initially I thought that if someone has committed a crime, even if he be the highest "Matha" guru, he ought to be punished. But of late, though this standpoint of mine has not changed, I stand to question the legal system.
This case is a murder case, where the person arrested is accused of abetting the crime. There is a certain MP in Bihar (whom I refrain from naming), who has atleast a dozen murder and rape cases where he is directly involved. There is a Supreme Court order which says clearly to arrest him and put him behind bars. This order was never followed, and he was allowed to contest for the election and soon thereafter he even became the MP. This clearly shows how effective the Supreme Court is as far as Bihar police is concerned.
Second example, is that of an MLA of TamilNadu. He was granted a bail (for a murder in which he is the prime accused, wherein he has personally knifed a person to death) by the sessions court, and on the day in which he was supposed to come for the trial, he sends a Jeep attached with a speaker and a Radio to the court. He is of course hiding somewhere safe and he speaks through this radio from there and says that he will not come to the court as it is a conspiracy against him. Even if this guy in question has not committed the crime, he ought to be arrested for this circus act of his. How dare he disobey the bail and go scot free and have the guts to openly flout the law.
Cho Ramaswamy, a popular columnist and editor of the Tuglaq magazine quotes "IF the Sankaracharya had the power to come out in bail, he would rather be a politician and not a Guru" :)
Though I still say that if found guilty, anyone must be punished, but I re-iterate the fact that there is something called as "way in which you treat a person". The Constitution of India has something in it which speaks about the Right to Freedom of Religion. It clearly says that "Every Indian has the right to : Freedom of conscience and free profession, practice and propagation of religion.-
(1) Subject to public order, morality and health and to the other provisions of this Part, all persons are equally entitled to freedom of conscience and the right freely to profess, practise and propagate religion.... "
In this respect, being a matha guru, he was prevented from performing a large part of his religious practices, which includes eating food cooked by a brahmin, and to perform pujas which are required of him. When politicians have air conditioned bedrooms and all other facilities in jail, a religious leader could have atleast been treated a bit better (not by giving AC room and TV, but by letting him practice his religion the way he was).
Waiting and watching as more things unfold.....
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Pay to Work Hard
This is what I would call body building as. Well, I did pay to work hard. Just joined gym day before. This is something which I Would classify as 'been there, done that' category. Somehow, the biceps dont seem to increase as I would want them to. So dont the chest as well as the triceps. Well, never stop trying...
The greatest surprise came to me when I met a fellow college mate there working out. I remembered him as a 150KG giant at the least, and viola, when I see him after one and a half years, he is probably about 70 odd kgs. I asked him the reason behind the wonder, "5-6 miles job every alternate day for the past one year was his answer". Then I realised that anything in this world is possible provided you put your heart and soul into it.
The greatest surprise came to me when I met a fellow college mate there working out. I remembered him as a 150KG giant at the least, and viola, when I see him after one and a half years, he is probably about 70 odd kgs. I asked him the reason behind the wonder, "5-6 miles job every alternate day for the past one year was his answer". Then I realised that anything in this world is possible provided you put your heart and soul into it.
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