The Ethical Causation...

"Love Ya".........

2011-07-12T23:29:00.009+05:30

"Yun To Akela Hi Aksar, Gir Ke Sambhal Sakta Hoon Main.....

Tum Jo Pakad Lo Haath Mera, Duniya Badal Sakta Hoon Main...."

These are a part of the lyrics of the old Hindi song "O Mere Dil ke Chain..." from the Rajesh Khanna starrer "Mere Jeevan Saathi". This son has always been among my favorites mainly because of the RDB music (for people who don't know me too well, I'm a die hard RD Burman fan). Every time I listen to my RDB collection, this song catches my attention because of its simple yet beautiful music and the efficiently careless use of the music instruments to get that lazy sensuous evening feeling. Any RDB fan would understand immediately what i'm trying to say :) but ah yes!! I'm deviating from my real purpose here. I don't usually pay much heed to the lyrics because most of the Hindi song lyrics just revolves around Dil, Pyar, Mohabbat, Sanam, Dilbar etc etc... But this time the lyrics of the stanza of this song caught my attention....

"Yun To Akela Hi Aksar Gir Ke Sambhal Sakta Hoon Main.....

Tum Jo Pakad Lo Haath Mera, Duniya Badal Sakta Hoon Main...."

Its surprising that it never gathered my attention before. I have heard this song a hundred times or so but never before had the meaning of the lyrics impinged upon me. For the benefit of those whose Hindi proficiency is not so cool... the 2 lines transcribes into this:
"Its not that I cannot get up on my own from where I have fallen. But if you are there to hold my hand, I could stand up and change the whole world."

Seriously, I don't see a better way to express your love to the one you love. I mean, what's the point telling someone that you love them so much that you would die for them or you would kill for them...................

Goooooooooddddddddd........... A lot of thoughts and words and emotions are rushing into my head at a speed which I can't control with my fingers and my laptop keyboard :)

Let me end this write up with this closing note. In Ayn Rand's "The Fountainhead", the protagonist - Howard Roark speaks of his notion of love, which boils down to something like this -

"In the expression 'I Love You', the most important word is 'I'. Until and unless you realize the importance and presence of the 'I' in 'I Love You', the other 2 words are simply rendered meaningless. "

So next time you would know what to make of when someone tells you "love ya" .......

Baaki......., Samajhdaar ko ishaara hi kaafi hai :)

The Catapult Effect

2010-03-07T23:59:00.014+05:30

According to wikipedia,
"the catapult effect is a phenomenon occurring when a current is passed through two wires connected by a loose wire in amagnetic field. The loose wire is then catapulted horizontally away from the magnetic field. This occurs due to the magnetic forces acting in the wires and in the magnetic field itself."
There was a time, when I could comprehend all that jargon. I CAN still if I want to... but why take all the unworthy effort??

The Catapult Effect which I am referring to here has absolutely nothing to do with science. Its just a way of looking at things... a philosophy. One of my old friends, who visited me some days back, happened to mention it and I found the thought quite interesting.

I mean we are living in a world which all about PUSHING............ We have to push our way ahead of others to be at par with excellence. Its not enough to give something our best. We have to push ourselves to give out better than our best. Mothers push their kids to the limit than none can possibly imagine, so that they are at least one shot better than the neighbor's kid at academics. Father's push their sons' and daughters' in sports and extracurriculars so that brag in front of their colleagues. And then, of course, there are numerous self help books which beckon us to push ourselves up, push your morals, boost up your self esteem, push your enthusiasm, push this ... push that....
push..... PUSH......... PUSH.....................!!!

Hmmmm... Ever thought of what would some PULL do to our life. Why not pull ourselves a little back? Why race with everyone? Why stay ahead of everyone? When we despair ourselves with the thought of being ahead, only then are we scared of being left behind. So why put that extra stress on our body and brain?!!!

The catapult effect, as in to which I'm referring to here is quite brilliant. I don't know if it truly works in real life scenario but the thought is amazing as far as I am concerned. How does a catapult or a slingshot work? The more amount of PULL you give... the more distance further ahead the baton goes. So why not put ourselves in the same place? Take break from our ever forward racing life once... Pull ourselves together and lean back... Take a few deep breaths and do a bit of soul searching... Do those things which you always wanted to do but never had enough time.... Stop the clock... Rewind it... Remember the good old days... Remember your falls and your uprisals.... Remember your losses and then your gains... Remember your fights, friendships.....
Pull ourselves as backwards as we can possibly get and just let go... let go..... We would find ourselves flying forward with renewed speed, renewed energy.... refreshed mind, revived soul.....
Why be a blind rat who scurries ahead too fast and crashes, when you can be a Phoenix who rises anew everytime from his own ashes.
NEW LIFE .........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

My Magic Rubber

2010-02-02T23:27:00.036+05:30

Ah! Its really long.. I mean reaaalllyyy looooooooonngggg time since I have penned down something here... When was the last post...? like about a year ago..? Actually more than that... Hmmm... Responsibilities, work, job, family.... No time for recreational or personal activities... Too busy with life....

LIFE??? life??? Ah yes!!! Life!!!

How your life changes.. from a cute baby to a naughty toddler.. from a studious schoolgoer to a rebellious teenager.. from a ambitious career person to a wife... housewife... mother... and then.....
And then watching your children going through the same vicious circle again....

At every stage in life we find new definitions for Life. New meanings in everyday happenings. Responsibilities sore... Expectations rise.. and sometimes you feel you just want to break free of all this and fly.. Just fly.... FLY.........

Why in the heaven's name am I typing all this here.. :) Seriously I have no clear vision.. :)
All these emotions got triggered when some days back I was browsing through my old school books and I found a diary which I had been keeping from my III std onwards. Anything I found nice and interesting, I used to keep them written or pasted in this diary. from proverbs to anecdotes, from stories to poems, from newspaper clippings to essays and speeches, a few of my own words and verses and few by well known authors and writers.

Reading through this old diary of mine, I was amazed at my own creativity and imagination during my childhood days. I am not saying that I was extraordinarily talented or anything but definetely much much better than what I am now...

I think it happens with most of us (if not all). Somewhere down the line, trying to catch up with the rest of the world, we get too busy trying to merge and be part of the society that we lose our individuality, our identity. We cease to LIVE, we just EXIST.....

LIFE??? life??? Ah yes!!! Life!!! EXISTENCE.....

Hmmmm... Let me SHUSH the Socrates in my for a while ;) I am getting bored by ME :)

My real purpose why I sat down to put up this blog today was to publish this of mine which I found in my old diary, written for a school competition in VIII std. Though its very ametuer and childish.. its real close to my heart. And I seriously wish............

A magic rubber at my hand,
I would rub out seas and land.

The birds that fly above so high,
The clouds which give pimples to the sky,
Just one stroke and everything clear,
Only the blues which feel so near.

Far from the distance, the hooting train you hear,
And wish you had a voice so clear.
But jealousy gets the better of you
One strong sweep and rub it through.

We set to play a game of cricket
When the rain pours down, so cruel, so wicked;
that I decide to do something about,
I take my rubber and rub every drop out.

One day I found among the trees
a cute little nest of some breed;
Air conditioned with open surrounding,
and two chirpy birdies in the bounding.

I looked at my own precious bedroom
A concrete prison and a bed to groom.

Making a decision in my sleep,
I take out my rubber and I sneak
to the tree, the nest at the peak.
But the two chirpy birdies let me down
And I return into my night gown.

Next day morning, at the very dawn,
I wake and sit, struggling with a yawn
And the first sight that met my view
was the maid child beaten black and blue.

Oh! The pain and misery that people suffer
But I didn't rub humanity with my rubber!!!
Who has got it erased out of our minds??
The emotions of love, virtue of being kind.

At such thoughts my heart shudders,
Killing, suicide, death and murders.
The overworked bee destroys the hive
Because there is no one fit to survive.

One kills his friend so close,
And saves his identity by force.
To the greed of man, you lose every moral
without any sense of guilt, with no quarrel.

Oh I would first rub out the entire human population
Who brought forth hatred, poverty and discrimination
But then,
in the world so empty, alone and wide
Who will be my soul and guide?

Imagination is not the real thing, I understand
So I bury my magic rubber in the sand.

Loser!!!

2007-11-22T17:41:00.000+05:30

Sometimes I allow the mind to wander,
With no moral limits to hold and surrender,
And I fly high up beyond the stars and sun,
With no place for conceit, quips or pun.

Quasi-morals that you reflect upon…
Political dramas…, they go on and on.
I may envisage a half full glass,
You may say its half empty, Alas!!!

Wait for the astute Luck to come n roster,
Deceit you would find, the clever imposter.
History averred - As you sow, so you reap
Behold your Karma – you laugh or weep.

Friends you will find, I totally agree
With hearts open and minds set free.
“Loser you are”, the world may say…
I believe in what the hearts convey.

Forgot...

2007-11-20T19:00:00.000+05:30

It is really idiotic to continue typing here, whilst I have forgotten what to write. Nevertheless, I AM writing...
Today morning(quoting 12:10 p.m as "morning" is an injustice in itself), while coming to office by the famous 3-wheel transport(Auto-rickshaw), I saw something which held my attention for quite some time. I could not take my mind off from that sight even after the signal turned Green from Red. All the 30 minutes travel I was thinking and thinking.. How is that possible??? How can that be?? I mean .. Oh My God!!! What? Why? How? I decided then and there, I have to get to office and write up a real good Blog post on the sight that I just witnessed. I would have to do some googling to get some extra information on the stuff. Then I would have to merge my vision and illusions with the bare facts and publish one of the finest blog posts ever. I had already started visualising the comments that I would get on this Super Post of mine. All my friends would be talking about the post. My blog would get famous and I would get comments from imminent personalities of India. My post would pave way to a greater social, economical, political and all other kinds of "...al" turning point. My name would be embedded in golden letters in the Book of History. I was so badly engrossed in these thoughts that I did not realize that the Auto Wala Bhaiya took a wrong turn.. Momentarily I took my mind off from my forthcoming basking glory and gave the correct directions to the Auto Wala.. Then again sat back to think about... think about... THINK ABOUT....

ABOUT...

OH MY DEAR LORD!!! What was I thinking about?? What was the sight I saw?? NOOOOOOOO....... How can i just forget?? My mind was totally blank.. Hmmm.. And it still is....

[P.S :- Don't tell me I did not warn you at the beginning itself.]

Google Adsense... Cool Money Maker...

2007-11-07T17:17:00.001+05:30

Google Adsense is real Cool thing which I came across in near future. At first I did not believe what it promised. How Could "I" earn money for somebody clicking the advt links on my site. But when i eraned my first $ out of it, it was like getting my first salary :).. For those who are new to adsense, just 3 simple steps to be followed:-
1. Go to:- www.google.com\adsense
2. Sign up for google adsense with your gmail acoount.
3. Customize you google adsense window to match your site and generate the final HTML.
4. Copy paste the Generated HTML on your site.

BINGO!!! Start counting your dollars!!!

[P.S :- You will get a mail in your gmail acoount to fill up some forms and all and proper instructions.]

Ormakayi...

2007-11-02T18:46:00.001+05:30

My Favorite Malayalam Album Song

Expressions Evaluated...

2007-04-30T15:27:00.002+05:30

I tried my hands at being a

- Studious Geek

Then thought why not be the

Hair Stylist -

... See my Tabblo>

How Evil am i?

2007-04-03T14:00:00.000+05:30

You Are 20% Evil

You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm.
Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want!

How Evil Are You?

Indian Standards

2006-11-24T16:32:00.000+05:30

Morning 8:30 a.m. The alarm is ringing for the umpteenth time. Oh please.. another 10 minutes.. 9:30 a.m.. Finally up and rubbing eyes. Dear me, whom are you try to fool? Its India, where 60 seconds = 6 minutes (the barest minimum.)

The manager says, “You are expected to reach office by 9 - 9:30 which we effortlessly translate to 11 – 11:30. (We Indians have been always good at math and time management.) The one hour lunch break stretches to a 2 – 3 hour long break from the sitting position at our Work stations. But what do you 2 for 2-3 hours? Oh man!! Such an invalid question. Are you even a part of the INDIAN corporate world? Come here ignorant scapegoat; let me give you some pointers.

Eat the food slowly and leisurely enjoying each and every morsel but never forgetting to complain about the quality and variety of food the office cafeteria provides.
Next get some juice and junk food from the Coffee day outlet; relish the sandwiches but don’t forget to bitch about the prices.
Guys, check out the pretty gals and their outfits and girls check out which girl the guy sitting with you is checking out [How sad can you be WOMAN???]
With the activities at the cafeteria done, guys move out for a cool smoky drag and gals – Get, Set, Go… There stars your gossiping session (Not that they don’t do it the other times. But after lunch if officially declared time for gossip.)
Shoes, purses, clothes, hair bands, nail polish, perfume, jewellery.. name it.. Anything between the earth and sky is worth surviving the torture of gossip.

Manager announces a meeting at 3:00 p.m after lunch. Following the Indian Standards, we reach there at 3:30 p.m to find that the manager is out for his Long Lunch Break. Here is your chance to sit in the conference room and bitch about the manager and the project and work. But beware, there could be spies around.

Ah! Finally 3:50 p.m manager storms in with his laptop (as if he had to wait for the laptop to finish its lunch) with the US delegates tailing behind. Then begins a series of presentations which absolutely makes no sense to anybody. By the end of it, its coffee –time and again not breaking the norms of Indian corporate culture it’s our duty to stretch it to at least half an hour.

By evening we are like corpses walking around. So very tired of WORKING the whole day. Can’t wait to get home. And even more depressed thinking about the traffic that we have to negotiate. The only thought that enlivens the dead body is the dinner date with girlfriend/ boyfriend or partner. The date is at 9:00 p.m. You start from office exactly at 9:00 p.m. [Can we be more punctual?] Taking into account, the Indian Standard Time formula, (60 sec = 6 min) + traffic delays, you reach the restaurant exactly at 10:30 p.m as promised. Grab a table, place your order. The ever charming waiter says,”10 min sir”. Do I have to do the conversion for you again? After the food arrives at 11:15 and you and your partner rush through the food like hungry gluttons, you start back home.

Getting home.. Too tired to do anything. Settle on the sofa switching channels TV. Doze off on the sofa with the remote in one hand and the fluid from salivary glands making nice little patches on the soft sofa cushions. Get up suddenly at odd hours in the night realizing that the day is over and you are supposed to change and sleep on a real bed. And before you know, the day is over.

No time for friends. No time to call up your dear ones. Forgot important birthdays and anniversaries. Forgot what you used to like in college. Forgot your hobbies. No time to read books.

Next day you get up. Follow routine. Do a little soul searching. Contemplate and surprise yourself by saying aloud, “Man I’m so damn busy”.
And Blame in on the Corporate Life.

[N.B : Somebody gave me a suggestion that I should write more of first person accounts than using the collaborated word “We”. In a way it’s true. I tried doing that but most of the time I want to say something which does not happen with me alone. It happens with me, you, him/her. So I automatically use “we”, "you", "they", “I” etc without actually thinking why am I using them so. You may relate it to the way you want to and even not relate at all. You are free to make your choice.]

Light a Candle for Them

2006-11-13T11:17:00.000+05:30

The innocent victims of Internet child abuse cannot speak for themselves.
But you can.
With your help, we can eradicate this evil trade.
We do not need your money.

We need you to light a candle of support <http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/>.

We're aiming to light at least One Million Candles by December 31, 2006.
This petition will be used to encourage governments, politicians, financial institutions, payment organizations, Internet service providers, technology companies and law enforcement agencies to eradicate the commercial viability of online child abuse.
They have the power to work together. You have the power to get them to take action.
Please light your candle at lightamillioncandles.com <http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/> or send an email of support to light@lightamillioncandles.com.
Together, we can destroy the commercial viability of Internet child abuse sites that are destroying the lives of innocent children.

Kindly forward this email to your friends, relatives and work colleagues so that they can light a candle too.

Are you Mature????

2006-10-27T15:46:00.000+05:30

Today someone asked me, "Reji, have you become more mature?". I replied saying I always was. But was I sure? A little bit of soul searching enlightened me on the fact that I did not even know what is meant by being Mature. Thought I would try my luck at internet. But then, wait..... Have I not seen someone going through the same thoughts, the same ordeal. Ah yes!!! Now I remember, Janesh... Why should I waste my time searching and analysing and making a report when someone has already done. Let me just borrow my friend's blog to provide some information "On Maturity"

http://janesh.wordpress.com/2006/04/09/on-maturity/

Hmm.......
Now what do you think? Are you Mature?

Use your "HEAD" not "HEART" !!!!!

2006-10-19T16:51:00.000+05:30

There are a lot of articles which says "Love" is the basis for a successful marriage. I found this article which says otherwise. Found it quite interesting and worth reading and analyzing.... So posting it here...

A relationship coach lays out his 5 golden rules for evaluating the prospects of long-term success.When it comes to making the decision about choosing a life partner, no one wants to make a mistake.Yet, with a divorce rate of close to 50 percent,it appears that many are making serious mistakes in their approach to finding Mr./Ms. Right!

If you ask most couples who are engaged why they're getting married, they'll say: "We're in love." I believe is the #1 mistake people make when they date. Choosing a life partner should never be based on love (alone). Though this may sound not politically correct, there's a profound truth here. Love (alone) is not the basis for getting married. Rather, love is the result of a good marriage. When the other ingredients are right, then the love will come.Let me say it again: You can't build a lifetime relationship on love alone.You need a lot MORE ! Here are five questions you must ask yourself if you're serious about finding AND keeping a life partner.

QUESTION #1: Do we share a common life purpose?
Why is this so important? Let me put it this way: If you're married for 20 or 30 years, that's a long time to live with someone.What do you plan to do with each other all that time? Travel, eat and jog together? You need to share something deeper and more meaningful. You need a common life purpose. Two things can happen in a marriage. 1. You can grow together, or 2. You can grow apart.50 percent of the people out there are growing apart. To make a marriage work, you need to know what you want out of life - bottom line- and marry someone who wants the same thing. If the so & so you're in love with;doesn't want the same thing you do; you might as well opt out of it now than when its too late.

QUESTION #2: Do I feel safe expressing my feelings and thoughts with this person?

This question goes to the core of the quality of your relationship. Feeling safe means you can communicate openly with this person. The basis of having good communication is trust - I.e. trust that I won't get "punished" or hurt for expressing my honest thoughts and feelings. A colleague of mine defines an abusive person as someone with whom you feel afraid to express your thoughts and feelings. Be honest with yourself on this one. Make sure you feel emotionally safe with the person you plan tomarry.

QUESTION #3: Is he/she a mensch?

A mensch is someone who is a refined and sensitive person. How can you test? Here are some suggestions: Do they work on personal growth on a regular basis? Are they serious about improving themselves?A teacher of mine defines a good person as "someone who is always striving to be good and do the right thing." So ask about your significant other: What do they do with their time? Is this person materialistic?Usually a materialistic person is not someone whose top priority is character refinement. There are essentially two types of people in the world: People who are dedicated to personal growth and people who are dedicated to seeking comfort. Someone whose goal in life is to be comfortable will put personal comfort ahead of doing the right thing. You need to know that before walking down the aisle.

QUESTION #4: How does he/she treat other people?

The one most important thing that makes any relationship work is the ability to give. By giving, we mean the ability to give another person pleasure. Ask: Is this someone who enjoys giving pleasure to others or are they wrapped up in themselves and self-absorbed?To measure this, think about the following: How do they treat people whom they do not have to be nice to, such as a waiters, bus boy, taxi driver, etc.? How do they treat parents and siblings? Do they have gratitude and appreciation? Do they show respect? If they don't have gratitude for the people who have given them everything, you cannot expect that they'll have gratitude for you-who can't do nearly as much for them!

QUESTION #5: Is there anything I'm hoping to change about this person after we're married?

Too many people make the mistake of marrying someone with the intention of trying to "improve" them after they're married. As a colleague of mine puts it,"You can probably expect someone to change after marriage and for the worse!" If you cannot fully accept this person the way they are now, then you are not ready to marry them.In conclusion, selecting your partner doesn't have to be difficult and treacherous. The key is to try leading a little more with your head and less with your heart. It pays to be as objective as possible when you r selecting, to be sure to ask questions that will help you get to the key issues.Falling in love is a great feeling, but when you wake up with a ring on your finger, you don't want to find yourself in trouble because you didn't do your homework.

Changes....

2006-06-21T21:08:00.000+05:30

Hmmmm....

I am so bored...
When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up an be an adult. As the malayalam saying goes...

"Ikkarre ninnaal, akkarre pachha.." (which derives to : The grass is always greener on the other side.)

And now... Look at me. What am I doing? Idling away my time and sleep in front of the silly computer. Typing code and not so code and in god knows what languages.

Language used to be a medium for communication between human beings. Today, when I ask a kid what languages he knows, the imprompto answer - "C, C++, VC++, Java, C#, COBOL, Perl... Blah blah blah..." (Ok.. my language vocabulary end there)

There was a time when I had time to gaze at the moon and stars,
Now star reminds me the notaion for a pointer variable...

There was a time when I used to listen to the frogs croaking after the rain,
Now the only frog that i can hear is the "Crazy Frog" pop album by some crazy guy...

There was a time when a running mouse used to freak me out,
Now I freak out if my mouse does not scroll...

Life has changed so much... I wish I was still a kid. Thinking only about the present moment and enjoying it every bit. No responsiblities, no worries. No fear of keeping oneself updated of the emerging technologies of the ever progressing world.

Life was so much simpler.... So fresh....
So pure... So easy.. So relaxed... So comfortable....

Ah but yes!!! But for not the above mentioned technological advancements, I would be still writing on a piece of paper and running about a publisher to get it published so that others can read it [ So now... What Say????]

Inspired by.....

2006-06-21T20:47:00.000+05:30

Duniya bhaage gairon ke peeche, tum na chodo lamho ka saath..
Kahin is bematlab ke bhaag daud mein, choot jaaye na apno the haath...

Yeh dil kya cheez hai janaab, hawale aapke jaano-jigar..
Aap ek minute ki baat karte hain? Hawale aapke saari umar...

Kehte ho, khwabon mein hogi mulakaat, aur neendon ko hi churaate ho tum..
Arre chod deejiye khwabon ki baat, ab to har saans mein samaate ho tum...

Aapki aahat ke intezaar mein, haal behaal ho jaaye..
Aur aap jag mein aise uljhe, ki hamaara khyal tak na aaye...

Scared of Death? ........Or Life??

2006-05-07T14:52:00.000+05:30

Read this line in one of the Perry Mason books... "You must have met hundreds of people who are scared to die. That is nothing compared to those who are scared to live..."

Hmmmm ... So very true... Most of us worry most of the time about life and waste our life worrying and getting scared... Getting scared what should be done and what should not be. What to speak, what not to.. We are scared to try new things.. Scared to speak out... Come to think of it.. we spend more than 3/4 of our lives worrying and getting scared of the future.

But then thinking deep.... The life of ours would have no purpose if we stop worrying. Is that not so? We would not have anything to think about.. Life would be meaningless...

Arrrggghhhh!!!!! Conflicting thoughts... Indecisive actions..

Someone help me out there... (Well.................. WHERE?????)

I want to write something more, but then I do not know what??? Hmmmm ... Let me think about it (or worry about it???) Oh Lord!!! There I go again

The Cost of a Celebration...

2006-03-29T16:26:00.000+05:30

Time... As i received in a forwarded mail.. posting it here...

A winter evening.
Four friends.
One barsaat.
Four glasses of chai.

Hundred bucks of gas.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.

Maggi noodles.
A hostel room.
4.25 a.m.

3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 internet messenger.

Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Neighbours dropping in.
A party.

You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.
Gossiping about absent family members.

You can spend
hundreds on birthdays,
thousands on festivals,
lakhs on weddings,
but to celebrate
all you have to do is spend your Time.

To be or not to be....

2006-03-27T19:14:00.000+05:30

How many times has the mind wandered..........
Thinking of what is right, what is wrong...
What should be done, what should not be...
What is ethical, what is unethical...
What is important, what is not...

Questions... and further questions questioning them,
Confused minds or hearts or souls,
Decision or indecision...
Truth or FalseHood...

Arghhh!!! What am doing???
Is the mind crazy or is this the reality?
Am I living or just surviving??
Michael says, "Stop existing and start living".

Am I after the world or is the world after me..
Should I love to live or live to love?
Should someone answer these questions,
or are they best left unanswered??

Well.. whatever it is, the grand finale, as The Bard says it....
"To be or not to be, that is not the question;
The question is.............................................."

Ahem Ah! Well!!! What was the question????

Untitled....

2006-03-04T17:42:00.000+05:30

Thought that I should be original this time :)

This is one of my owm compositions. Do provide ur comments and suggestions for suitable title entertained.

When laughter rings like bells of horizontal beauty,
She called upon thee to bring forth the anxious wail of bay.

The mind soared high and higher,

The unclenched hands held the world,

Substantial harmony brought forth peace.

Upon the soul of unglamorous ecstasy,

Tenderness filled to brim and overflowed,

Yet, the heart did not soar or pour,

The mist blocked the magnificent,

The breathlessness persisted and held her down.

The reins were loose, but not yet broken.

The heart whimpered, but could not cry.

The voices whispered, but did not speak.

When the mob questioned with doubt,

"Is is a boy, or a girl child?"

The Taj Conspiracy.......

2006-02-19T18:47:00.000+05:30

Well, I dont even know if you can call a conspiracy after all. I presume many of you must have heard about the book "Taj Mahal : The True Story" authored by Shri P.N.Oak. The Tajmahal is Tejomahalay : A Hindu Temple Let me quote some excerpts from his paper on The Taj.

"Contrary to what visitors are made to believe the Tajmahal is not a Islamic mausoleum but an ancient Shiva Temple known as Tejo Mahalaya which the 5th generation moghul emperor Shahjahan commandeered from the then Maharaja of Jaipur. The Tajmahal, should therefore, be viewed as a temple palace and not as a tomb."

Now that is big, right?? Well its real difficult to believe but Mr.Oak is determined to prove it. I got interested in the story a did a little browsing over the topic.
He claims that the Taj Mahal is not Queen Mumtaz Mahal's tomb, but an ancient Hindu temple palace of Lord Shiva (then known as Tejo Mahalaya), worshipped by the Rajputs of Agra city. In the course of his research, Oak discovered that the Shiva temple palace had been usurped by Shah Jahan from then Maharaja of Jaipur, Jai Singh. Shah Jahan then remodelled the palace into his wife's memorial.
In his own court chronicle, Badshahnama, Shah Jahan admits that an exceptionally beautiful grand mansion in Agra was taken from Jai Singh for Mumtaz's burial. The ex-Maharaja of Jaipur is said to retain in his secret collection two orders from Shah Jahan for the surrender of the Taj building. The term Tajmahal itself never occurs in any mogul court paper or chronicle even in Aurangzeb's time.
Try these links for a complete story :
http://www.stephen-knapp.com/true_story_of_the_taj_mahal.htm
http://www.hindunet.org/hindu_history/modern/taj_oak.html
There are persons who are connected with the repair and the maintainance of the Taj who have seen the ancient sacred Shiva Linga and other idols sealed in the thick walls and in chambers in the secret, sealed red stone stories below the marble basement. The Archaeological Survey of India is keeping discretely, politely and diplomatically silent about it to the point of dereliction of its own duty to probe into hidden historical evidence.

There are many engravings inside the Taj which depict ancient Hindu Vedic artifects. For example, the engraved "Dhatura Flower", the petals of which symbolise the "Om" symbol. (See picture)

Also, there are quotings that all this is just another political drama... Shri P.N.Oak published his book during the BJP regime. Only NOW, is the issue being thrown open to the public. Why?
Ah well!! Its would be pretty long if i post the whole story here. But well!!! Something to think about. Is the Indian Wonder after all the Biggest Conspiracy of the world???
Well for that matter I have heard that Neil Armstrong's landing on the moon is the Biggest Fraud commited by the Human Race. Who know??? ;)

Nostalgia....

2006-01-28T00:44:00.000+05:30

Was chatting with Vignesh just a few minutes ago... And today i got angry and disturbed after a very long time... Ah well wait No!!!! Nothing to do with him... He is one among those guys whom I sincerely respect. (For that matter, the list of people whom i sincerly respect is very small.)

I was rather angry at myself but for the simple reason that how could I get myself disturbed??? Hmmmm.. Senor/Senorita, dont get confused... I am just venting out... Do bear with me....

My diary is not with me today, and I'm feeling very lonely. Ritu (my sister) is sleeping on my bed. Ordinarily, I would have woken her by raging and screaming about invading my bed and then going and occupying her bed(well that the usual way we display our sisterly concern towards each other), but today not in a mood. And the worst part is I spoiled my whole mood. If only my diary had been here... Sigh....

I'm getting nostalgic...
I was never like this before. I was very short tempered and used to start raging at small small stuff... And I used to think having a bad temper was a sign of the Superior Breed. I thought people would respect me automatically if I shout at their faces... So wrong I was... So very wrong...

But one way it was good. People say its very difficult to get along with people who have a bad temper. But I have not faced any trouble as such with short tempered people. Maybe its because I understand the fact that being that the temper they have or potray is not entirely nourished by them. A lot of external factors play an invisble but vital role there.

I realised my mistake and learned it the hard way. But I suppose its always good to learn it the hard way. You would never forget the lesson. Now, my view point is very clear ....

"However up the ladder u climb, the ladder still needs to rest on solid gound in order to support you high up there." So in essence dont ever forget ur roots, even if your branches touch the sky.

Oh my my! Am I geeting a lil bit too philosophical?? But I cant help it. I am the way I am....

"You would never forget the lesson"

These lines are echoing in my brain compeling me to write further on.... The human brain is so very funny. you may not remember what you did 10 mintes ag0 but the brain clearly gives you video images of what you did years ago. I was musing upon how anyone could remember what they did in 2nd standard, when I suddenly realized that I do remember a lot of stuff from my Prep School. Tomorrow I have to ask Amma, as many of the images coming into my mind are blurred. I need to get clarity.

Will get back soon...

Friends and.... Well, Just Friends

2005-11-06T16:37:00.000+05:30

Sudha got engaged yesterday… I was excited, but at the same time was depressed. Preetha , one of my very good friends, got married in the month of May, 2005. Amma used to tell me that after marriage, all old relationships, especially friendships (among women to be precise) begin to wither away. But I was so confident that it would not happen so with my friends. I used to brag about how close were my friends….

We are still close (at least I want to believe so…), but I don’t find very comfortable speaking with her. I don’t know what the reason is.. Its just that I feel I have to be careful about what I speak to her. Maybe she would feel offended if I joke about her hubby. Janesh says “What crap??!!” ( His English has improvised for the worse ;) He uses “Shit” and “Crap” in every other sentence he speaks.)

Hmmm… may be its crap after all… Well.. whatever. Its ok… Oh No No!! I’m not consoling myself. There is no element of consolation here. Its just a big long sigh!!!

Shakespear said "All world's a stage and we all are just puppets in the show." For the better or for the worse, "The show must go on... ". I used to counter argue these statements , but now my thoughts are falling in line with them..

People change so much and i'm not an exception. Its just a matter of acceptiong the change. The sooner we do so.. the better....

Black and White????!!!!

2005-10-10T22:19:00.000+05:30

This is another poem which i liked a lot..

Dear White fella............ Couple of things you should know.....

When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black.......

And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue, When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray.................

And you calling me Colored ???????????

In the Hastiness of life.... Don’t forget to live.........

2005-10-10T11:15:00.000+05:30

I got this poem as a forward and liked it very much........ Reminds me of ME :)(:

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.

Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim,
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."

But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."

And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

The Other Side......

2005-10-09T10:40:00.000+05:30

I was under the impression that women were emotionally very strong . I still believe it but today i came to know to achieve that level to emotioanl empowerment, the women has to go through a lot of evil and hardships...

Today i went to Anu's (Ahalya's) place. It was her b'day treat (for a change she was giving it beforehand). She is a vibrant writer and she asked me to read this short story which she had recently published on www.desijournal.com. The story was very well written and presented very properly. But I did not like the story. Nothing to to with the story, but well... it kind of shattered my illusions which I had been carrying with me for a long time. I cant explain..... its a kind of mixed feelings. Anu asked me how was the story, I wanted to tell her I did not like it, but I could not say that because the story was extremely well crafted. So i just pointed out the literary specificities in them to her, which I liked. Well I want you to read the story and post your comments.... The link given below....

http://www.desijournal.com/article.asp?articleid=277

Long Time.........

2005-09-02T20:20:00.000+05:30

Long time............

Read some other blogs today.............. People are so creative. Sometimes I feel I'm an invalid.I bet this thought has crossed the mind of all the people at least once. Or am i just contemplating??? Well, whatever it is , it has crossed my mind quite a number of times. Some people read my blog and told me why was I putting in all the personal stuff in there. Is it all too personal? Well it does not matter to me. My basic purpose in writing here is not entertaining anyone.

Well... I remember what my mother used to say
" Your value is not determined by what others seek in you but in what you seek in yourself."

I dont know if it is true but it sure does help me when I feel little low. Hmmm..... Speaking of my mother, she is one among those few whom I admire a lot... I bet you wont find many ladies who managed to learn a 2 wheeler (that too without cycle balance) in a matter of 2 months, at the age of 46. Now, she can steer the age old kinetic honda anywhere through the city or village with the ease with which she cooks fish... FISH!!!! Now that gives way for a new topic!!!

The Matriarch

2005-07-09T18:28:00.000+05:30

Ok...... Let me enlighten you on the system followed in Nair families towards Palakkad side. We follow the matriarchate system, where the society looks upon to the lady of the house and not the man. We have our last names coming from our maternal genre and do not carry on our father's name, but rather our mother's family name. It is a society where the birth of a girl child is considered a big boon or else there would be no one to carry forward the family name. The girl is still a part of her mother's house after marriage and does not go to the her husband's home. These traditions have changed a lot because of the metro lives, but whatever; The boy has little rights at his parents house after marriage. The girl still carries the torch of her parents until she passes it on to her daughter!!! Now is this not amazing??? If this system had been followed throughout India then maybe we would have had lesser murders of the female breed.

Let me leave that to you to contemplate upon......

Ok.. Why not have a debate on Matriarchal vs Patriachal society??? :)

GrandaMa

2005-07-09T17:44:00.000+05:30

‘Grandmother’ - This word emancipates very affectionate and caring illusions in the morbid minds of people and also with a sweet uniqueness of its own.

I have read a lot in books about very caring and sweet grandmothers who hug and kiss their grandchildren and pamper them to wildest ranges of imagination. But my Grandmother was very different. She was almost 6 feet tall, had a broad body frame, more like a man, wore only white, a typical icon of a widow taking care of both the man’s and lady’s work at home. And… let me tell you, she hated cuddling and pampering children, especially if they were her own grandchildren. You wont believe this if I told you but I was actually scared of my grandmother (maybe at that age) . But now, when I look back at the garlanded photograph of hers in our home, I mull over things and realize that the fear had slowly developed into a grudging respect over the years . Even today, after 12 years past her death, I feel the same respect and idolism when I look upto her framed photograph.

Ah!! Now I remember.. I was having this gut feeling that I was fogetting something. Usually when I speak of my Grandmother, people automaticaly tend make associations with my fathers parents. But it is not so. My Grandmother is my Mother's Mother. I have never stayed even for a single day with my father's mother. Nothing personal, just....... I dont know what to say.

Maybe you may think it to be very foolish.. But I feel she is very close to Mr.God up there. So if I have to get any work done from The Almighty, I use her recommendation. Now is that bad?? I don’t think so. People do the same down here at earth . I’m just doing it at a much more higher standards.

Hmmmm… Sometimes its good to have connections at a High Levels. Big Shot Me eh?? ;)

I, Me, Myself

2005-07-09T16:03:00.000+05:30

So where were we? Ah! yes, let me put on a little light how I came into existence into this not so wonderful world and that may also tell you why i chose this name for my blog. So here we go :)

2nd December,1982........

The night was dark and cold. There was a slight drizzle, the ones caused by retreating monsoons. In a small village hospital, a mother and her womb were struggling at the same time (eventually this happens to be my mother). Dr. Vijayan, my uncle was in consultation with the gynecologist and other doctors. This is one thing what I don’t like about doctors. When they form a group, they behave as if they are smartest creatures in the universe and the rest of the world, just dumb bees. And just to prove themselves, they put in a lot of medical jargon into their conversation. I personally feel, they do that just to avoid the outer world from recognizing their blunderous selves.

Anyway, I suppose I’m deviating a lot much. Ok, back now.... :)

After a lot of apprehension and suspense, finally at 2:17 am the first wails of a new born girl child broke the silence of the hospital cells (I call them cells because the hospital rooms are worse and smaller that prison cells). And … well there is a lot of stuff but I don’t want to go into details.

My father was in Delhi when I was born. I was brought home to my grandmother by Amma and Leela Valiyaama.

Let me give you the insight of my birth, as I put it :

“When you come into this world, you cry while the whole world rejoices. Leave the world in such a way that you rejoice and the whole world cries.”

One Year Completed....... (Continued....)

2005-06-20T15:56:00.000+05:30

Let us proceed.....
Next day we landed in Chennai, and went straight to Hotel Ramada Raj Park. Chinni Uncle (my father's childhood friend), took us there, as chennai was pretty new to us.
The hotel was good, only the company did not allow my parents to stay with me over there. Well they could, only we had to pay Rs 500/- extra per head. And at that time my parents could not afford that. A lot had gone into my sisters's admissions and other related stuff. My father had got tranferred to Delhi, so he was getting ready for the trip. And expenses at home etc etc etc...

Well whatever, let me tell you one thing, me and my parents were very impressed. Well I dont know if you would understand why we were impressed by a normal 3 star hotel stay and the kind of treatment we were given by the company. Hmmmmm maybe I should tell you a little bit about myself and how I was brought up before we proceed......

One Year Completed..........

2005-06-20T11:40:00.000+05:30

Hello Bloggy,

Today is the 20th of June,2005. Let me update you on what was happening this time last year....Or maybe a little further behind....

16 June,2004... Evening 6:30

Me, Amma and Papa were all set.. I was checking and double checking my joining letter, certificates and all other relavant papaers.. Amma was packing the dinner in aluminium foil.. Papa was talking to the Auto Guy and checking up the the train timings.. I was tensed,very tensed.. But guess, did not show it out. Why bother parents unnecessarily, they alraedy have so may things in mind. Papa was concerened about how the job is going to be, how about the food and all. Amma's major concern was my boarding and the safety for girls. And my major botheration was...(well I dont even know if it was botheration or excitement!!!) "Finally I am going to face the real world!!!" The real world, where nobody is going to ask you questions... You earn your own penny, spend it and save it (as you wish :) ) . Cook and eat for yourself and now i could actually get things for my parents and sis out of "My Own Money!!!". Now isn'nt that Wonderful?!. Means.......frankly i did not what I was feeling.....

The Origin.......

2005-05-14T19:32:00.000+05:30

The idea of writing blogs was frightening for me at the very beginning. It was like publishing my personal diary in the public :). But then I started reading the blogs written by some of the people I know and I found it real interesting. I did not have to disclose my personal life in these blogs. It was just a way of pouring out your thoughts, some which you wanted the rest of the world to know, some things which you could not speak or if you spoke it would be very comfortable or convenient.

So I thought, why not… Let me give it a shot. Don’t know how long this craze would last but lets see.

The first and foremost task was to find a suitable name for my blog site. I started with “Astitva” and found it quite promising. But was stuck up with the tag line. Finally, when my sister came up with one, we found to our dismay that the name was not available by the blogger.com site.

So there began our quest for yet another nomenclature procedure, this time pausing at “Tatva”. Hmmmm…. Not bad……..But lo and behold… Sorry Not Available.

Ok lets settle down for something very normal and common. Hmmm … How about
"Nirvana” ?? Too hi-fi eh??

We were just browsing and I was drawn towards the name “Karma”. More than the name, I was drawn towards the meaning of the name . If you are still not bored, you can carry on or you can stop here without losing the essence of the rest of the contents…….

Google search revealed the following definitions for Karma :

Cause and Effect. From an absolute standpoint, karma is the circumstance of the moment. Relatively, it is the endless chain of cause and effect that defines the future events of an individual’s life.

Karma or Kamma (Pali) 'action, effect, fate'. It is the sum of a person's actions, regarded as determining that person's future states of existence. The law of Karma originated in the Vedic system of religion, otherwise known as Hinduism or Sanatan Dharma (perennial faith). As a term, it can at the latest be traced back to the early Upanishads, around 1500 BC.

These held good but the finality in choosing the name “Karma” for my blog site was this:

Karma is a programmers toolkit for scientific computing with communications support, event management, data structure manipulation, graphics display and user interface support. Karma was developed by R. Gooch. AIPS++ is using Karma for a StorageManager and for graphics. Information on Karma may be found at http://www.atnf.csiro.au/karma.

Now Howzzzat??