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Any answers

Sometime back I and my best buddy Thomas were travelling to Chennai from Kerala. We were talking about usual topics like our family, about work, Chennai life, movies, old hostel \college days, chicks etc. We happened to talk about this

Me: Thoma how’s work.
Thom: Going great da. We have a very good team, organization culture and all. I’m into a good project since I joined here. Salary also good compared to most of the other firms. So everything is going superb and cool at my side. Hey if any of your friends looking to switch job do let me know.
Me: wow, that’s great. So good to hear that buddy
Thom: But I have to add this point also. Unless we switch our job there won’t be much difference in our salary structure. I have got lot of offers from my management to stay back. Let me see how is my appraisal this month, and then I will take a decision. Anyways I’m keeping my fingers crossed

After a while a co passenger befriended with us, who also happened to be a Software Engineer working with a Top multi national firm. His CTC was a bit low compared to ours (though not that bad to say).Without wasting any time Thomas asked him to send his CV to his ID and with in minutes he forwarded the same.
This incident made me a think a lot. Like what we want in our life. A good job? , fat pay check? , Part of a good team and low pressure at work? Part of an organization which offer a very good career growth?. What will help us to be satisfied. Will there be a saturation point? Don’t we have an end point for our needs? .I doesn’t have answer for any of these questions. Usually I’m not a person who thinks or care about all these stuffs. But at times when some one asks me about all these or when I have conversations like this, I really don’t have a convincing answer.

P.S : Happy Vishu \Tamil new year to all


April 14, 2010 at 1:59 pm 30 comments

For Whom , For What

Zera : Bhaiya , Kahan Ja Rahe Hain
Me: hey zera, I’m going out with my friends to watch kurbaan
Zera : Ohh that movie…I hate those kinda movies…I mean Muslims, terrorism, anyways bye bhaiya ,have a nice time.
Me: Bye, see ya tonight

Zera (a smart, bubbly tenth standard student) is my neighbor. Later that night, I met her again with her friend sameer

Zera: bhaiya how was the movie.Sameer he saw kurbaan today
Me:Yeahh it was good
Sameer: I saw the trailer. From the trailer itself I almost understood the plot. It must be stupid one like other movies in similar genre.
Zera :yeahh first it was Fanahh ,then newyork now Kurbaan. Come-on all stupid movies
Sameer: Exactly zera, everyone is portraying us as bad people. As if we are born with a mark on our head that we are terrorists. So frustrating.

I didn’t want to take part in that conversation further, so I just told them bye and walked away. I couldn’t believe that this was the conversation between a 14 year old girl and 17 year old boy. I was surprised how much they were hurt (though they don’t even know what is life and haven’t experienced anything in there life) because of verbal, visual direct/ indirect attack towards a particular community just because of the stupidity of few extremists.
I was not interested in these kinds of topics and I never used to take part in debates, discussions that deals with religions, denominations and politics. But for some reason this incident made me think a lot. Because of the stupidity of few peoples (that too hardly 5 percentages) an entire community is suffering. I still can’t understand what is the aim behind these terrorism and riots and all. Though we are Christians, Hindus or Muslims we inhale same oxygen from same source, we need food and water to survive and also everyone is formed with blood and flesh .For whom we are fighting .I’m told and taught that all the religions teaches to love one another and don’t cause any harm to others. So I will say if anyone fight in the name of god or do harm to his other children’s, then they are not god’s children but devils loyal children.

Trivia: Few times back one of my friend told us a story that made us think and laugh a lot. His job demanded frequent flight journeys. To his surprise he and his baggages were always cross checked by officials (not only in airports but also in railway station).Later he mentioned this to a friend, who is a top official in police. After hearing this he started laughing hysterically and asked him to just shave his French beard. Surprisingly after he shaved his French beard off, not even a single official asked him for extra checking so far(it happened almost two years back) .The point to be noted was, he is a Christian and got a good achayan (Syrian Christian) name .But still, just because of a beard……

January 26, 2010 at 12:55 pm 35 comments

Focus On Your Blessings

I received this forward some time back and thought of sharing it here.

Maria and Natty were two young mothers who lived across the street from each other. From their living room windows, each woman was able to observe the activities of the other woman’s family.

One day, Maria confessed that she’d been watching what went on in Natty’s front garden and that she envied her. I don’t know what you mean, Natty said with puzzled look on her face.

Well, I often see your husband out in the front mowing your lawn, and I wish my husband would do the same thing, Maria said. Your garden is beautiful!

Natty laughed and then made her confession. I have been doing the same thing, Joan, she said. I watch your husband in your front garden – and I have envied you! Maria shook her head with disbelief. What on earth do you mean she asked?

Natty replied, I see your husband playing ball with your toddler so nicely. How I wish Keith, my husband, would do the same thing! He never wants our boys in the way when he mows. Be honest Joan. Would you rather have your husband play with your son than have a well-manicured lawn?

I had not thought of that before, but you’re right Natty. I may have tall grass, but Eric, my husband is right about playing with little Johnny, Maria concluded.

My dad said to me once, “there is not a thing called ‘settling’ in life. At every point of life, we always need something like, money, job that u love, position, good health, satisfaction, love etc. Live your life to fullest (off course keep trying to achieve things you(feel) are lacking in life but stop worrying about that)”.Always enjoy what u have. Appreciate and thank god for every small blessings in your life instead of wailing and complaining. Very often we are blind to our own blessings that are so obvious to others. Let us cultivate the habit of concentrating on our several blessings rather than brooding over what we perceive as curses. Have a nice week folks

January 11, 2010 at 10:57 am 25 comments

Yet another story of ‘Household violence’

NOTE: This post is dedicated to all the cursed souls who are ‘tortured’ by there maids

While talking with my friend sometime back, he happened to told me about his maid. Before she joined them she demanded like – there should be colour TV with tata sky or BIG TV in the house, washing machine (she openly told she can’t hand wash clothes), can’t wash floor and toilets, vacuum cleaner should be there, she can’t work before 6 AM and after 11:30 PM and also if any special movies aired in the TV, she won’t work until it gets over etc etc. Seems now she is the master of the house and he and his wife are literally ‘servicing’ her. I was not surprised when I heard this. From my cousins, family friends, neighbours I’m hearing the same for a long time (and also from my personal experience).now a days it’s very hard to get housemaids from Kerala and if they are any, majority of them preferring to work in the young techies homes in Chennai, pune and Bangalore. So most of them reluctantly agree to there ‘demands’.
Okay let me tell a normal day in my house. Sister used get up early morning 5:45 and all. Then she will try to wake up our great ‘chinnakili’ from her deep sleep. She will just turn back to other side and will continue to sleep. After 10 minutes

Sis: chinnakili get up. Chinna: ahhh hummm
After 10 minutes Bro-in-law: chinnakili get up fast and please help akka in kitchen, yesterday U were drunk or what …By the time nephews will get up and shout
Nephews: chinnu,chinuuuuu darling .Get up fast, today also you are last(who got up).give us the tv remote

Finally coz of the noise of pogo\cartoon network and all, she will get up. Then our princess will pick the metro plus and espresso (cinema supplement in Indian express) and sneak into the corner of the kitchen. By the time when my sister ask her minimum 3-4 times to do something, if she is in good mood she will do, else will sleep in the corner of kitchen or snatch the remote from someone and watch Tamil music channels
Next night, sister is back from office at 8 PM and asking her

Sis: what u prepared for dinner Chinu: akka, rice Sis: rice with?
Chinu:Didn’t do anything akkka,inneku sun tv’il super star padam vanthachu…So was busy watching that, anyways something will be there in fridge

After dinner and all we will ask her minimum 10 times, to finish the work and go to sleep early. But when we all move to our respective room and switch of the light, she sneak out to the hall, make sure everyone is asleep and grab the remote and will be watching TV till late night or until someone else come to hall.
And on Saturdays my sister (on her hard earned holiday after really stressful days in office) will be battling in kitchen and with kids instead of relaxing and having some nice time and our princess will be watching latest movies in TV and if there is not any good movies in TV, she will get some DVD’s from shelf and will be watching it. Ohh my god she is one lucky specie. Only we know how we are controlling ourselves.
Actually I explained very small percent here. But we don’t have any choice coz it is hard to get a trustworthy maid now a days. So we are just tolerating her. And also it is not only the case in my house but also in the neighbourhood and most of our family friend’s house.

Some one is there to talk for us????…is anyone is listening??? … we are also ‘suffering’ badly.

December 9, 2009 at 12:17 pm 43 comments

antha ‘sir’ naan thaana

There are some characters, we will never forget in our life. These fellows are specialist in boasting, blabbering and boring/entertaining (for few people) others. Few months back, we had this security in our office. Very soon he becomes the center of attention of everyone because of his ‘great general knowledge’ and ‘historic inventions’. One day he was busy doing something at his mobile phone (Nokia 2626). By the same time one of my colleagues asked him to handover his helmet kept in his table

Hero (aka security): Sir, just one minute, let me finish downloading these songs
Colleague: (in a sarcastic tone) why you look so sleepy today, didn’t sleep or what
Hero: (In a very serious tone) Ohh sir what to say, yesterday full night I was chatting with Barrack Obama in my cell phone. so couldn’t sleep.
Coll: you mean American president????
Hero: off course sir, He is simply amazing and entertaining .No wonder he is the president of America
Coll..: ohh really….you are doing chatting, browsing, downloading songs with a basic phone, you are amazing dude.
Hero: actually this is a customized limited edition phone.Only100 special people in India got this cell phone…… 

My colleague didn’t have capacity to hear the rest, so he just ran away. (May be he would have fainted, if he stayed there for another few minutes).
Another day two of my colleagues having a puff in car parking area, suddenly a Honda –CRV test driving SUV came there and the driver asked them “where is the Sir”. They looked at each other and asked him, whom he is talking about. Suddenly our hero came running towards them and told him “annnai antha sir naaan thanaa, Kannan Sir” (bro, I am only that Sir, Kanan sir). The facial expression of that driver\technician at that time was priceless. The hero got into the car and checked everything and commented hmm AC effect is not good and he asked the technician “Can you drive it for me, I know only left hand driving”.
After the test drive, he came toward us and told
Hero: hmmm that is basic model; I’m not interested in that and also what kinda car is this ? they don’t have even split AC option,having only window AC right now, . The upgraded version of CRV is coming next month, I’m waiting for that.
After hearing this someone commented like this “Ohh really, is that also customized limited edition car and will be given to some ‘special people’ like you?

Though he worked in our company for only three months, we will never forget him in our life. May god save him, before someone kill him or kill themselves coz there inability to bear his verbal torture

P.S: Wish you all a happy and safe Diwali

October 13, 2009 at 1:32 pm 19 comments

My First ‘love Letter’

Hey Anish… do u remember me“, a tall pretty lady move towards me with a sweet smile and asked me, while I was standing outside the church, after Sunday mass. I didn’t get her at the moment. So I just stared at her with a surprised look and asked “sorry, I got a poor memory, k’niyan?”(My college name). She giggled at me and told “c’mon dude, how can you forget me? This is neenu yar, your 12th batch mate”. I couldn’t believe my ears and told her,” Gosh it’s you girl, you changed a lot, looks more pretty”. “Hmmm pazhaya number onnum kalnagittila alle” she winked at me and told. We had a chat for few minutes (we met almost after 6 years) and then she called her husband for introducing him to me.

For a moment I went back to my +2 school days. Those days were the golden period of my life for lot of reasons (strikes, bunking class and going for movies, moving around junior girls in the name of ragging(harmless) and used do almost all kinda tharikida(‘illegal) activities'(except studies)). That time I had a big crush on a girl of my batch. As she was one of the smart and studious girls of my batch, I was looking for a right opportunity to approach her. So I was trying to make a good impression in front of her, by posing and acting as a very nice fellow in front of her and her friends, by studying well, ignoring other girls (when ever she and her friends around me),attending college prayer meeting regularly etc. After some time, i started feel boring coz I was missing all the fun

As the days were passing like that, one day one of her classmate, vipin approached my friend, Vishnu to help him to give a love letter for his crush (who happened to be Vishnu’s neighbor).Though Vishnu didn’t agree to help him initially, I convinced him to go ahead and also promised him to help him (actually I was bored with this nice guy image and also I thought these kinda experiences will help me, when my turn comes). So during last hour of our class, we started the plan and after a few minutes of discussion, we came up with the final plan “Like to approach her at the deserted lane parallel to the main road and present the matter to her, so that no one will see us……”.after telling this to vipin he told us “Killer idea dude, you guys are born criminals”, then in a weird tone he told us “aliya ente bhavi ningulade kaiyila”(my future’s in your hands).We assured him that we will take care of everything. After the closing bell rang, we started following her (as our college/school was in a small and beautiful hill, we have to walk almost 1 kilometer to reach the town). We almost approached her twice, but as the place where crowded we backed off (by the time we got butterflies in our stomach) and after some time she also understood that we were following her and she started looking at us occasionally while walking. After almost10 minutes and as we were close to the lane, our knees literally started shaking (as we are not familiar with these stuffs) and vipin backed off by saying “dude this is my area and many peoples know me here, if anyone catch me, then I’m finished, so you go ahead if you have guts”. I decided to give it to her at the lane as per plan. Vipin gave me the sign that she is coming and he moved to the other side of the road. Finally the much awaited moment came, she came near to the lane and I approached her and asked “You are neenu right” she: “ya” .“well, Vishnu asked me to give you this letter” I managed to tell her (I still don’t know from where I got guts to asked her that (though we did lot of planning, actually that was her area and also my dad’s office was hardly 1km away from that spot. if anyone caught me, I can’t even imagine about that now). She become frightened and her face turned pale, she told me like “dude, are you nuts? I don’t want it, I’m scared” and speeded up from the spot. By the time I lost all the guts and my heart started beating like jazz drums, I told her okay and started looking for my friend (but he already escaped from there).When I turned back I found a few guys moving towards me, from a short distance. Immediately I flew from that spot and caught the next bus to my home.

Later Vishnu told me that, those guys were her brother and his friends and also happened to be Vishnu’s friends and neighbors. They caught Vishnu, but he managed to handle the situation and convinced them that it was just a normal talk, they reluctantly believed him. That was the first and last time I talked to her (and also happened to be my first and last ‘love letter’, that I gave ‘by hand’ to anyone).Though I used to see her at campus and town, we used to just smile at each other sheepishly and move away. Vipin —— Next day she called up vipin to her class and told him “dude we are good friends right, if you want to tell something to me, don’t you have guts to tell me directly, why do you need a third person for that? , in between I’m not interested in this love, affair and all. We are kids, we came here to study right, so please don’t bother me again with these love letter, request and all. Hope you don’t mind that, let’s be good friends and also it is very hard to get good friends. Think about marriage and all when the time comes, okay”. Poor vipin nodded his head with out any expression.

Vineeth, this is anish, my 12th standard batch mate and anish meet my husband Vineeth” she told. “Ohh man, so you were the guy” he winked at me and asked. I looked at both of them and pretended to be clueless. Both of them started laughing and she told me that “anish, he knows everything ,hope you haven’t forget that love letter incident and also i showed him you, while you were standing here “.I sheepishly looked at both of them and told her “you still remember all that ahha !!!!“.Vineeth told me “common buddy it is okay, even I have done the worst things during my college and school days. We have to be a little mischievous during those times; else what is the fun in life, right?“. Later we chatted for a while, then went out and had lunch together. We had a nice time and we promised to be in touch with each other.

I guess the best time in our life is, during school and college days. When you look back, those little mischievous things you did in campus and hostels, harmless pranks played at others etc, are good enough to create some nostalgic memories. Especially when we see our old friends and talk about that

Trivia: Yesterday happened to see ‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall ‘ .A sweet movie. If you like, light hearted comic love stories, then don’t miss this one.

September 8, 2009 at 9:15 pm 19 comments

Some ‘kid’dish stories

Kids now days …..Omg, they are so fast.
I have a got a bunch of kutty friends (kids) in my apartment. They are too smart than, we can imagine (at least for me).How fast they get along with latest cell phones, computers, other electronic stuffs etc (once I had a tough time adding a birthday reminder to my cell phone, was checking it for almost 10 minutes, but this 8 year old chap found it out with in 2 minutes after a few key strokes), how fast they learn the logic behind PC games. Not to mention the ‘historic words and inventions’ coming from there mouth.

That day I was glad to see my five year old nephew (Once, this smarty dude demanded his parents like “he want a chechi (dhidhi) like actress trisha as his house maid, to take care of his day to day needs) at the door step, after coming from office. In fact he was waiting for his friend to come out to play, who is residing at the next door. To tease him I asked like “are you waiting for your girlfriend buddy”, you guys won’t believe what he told. He told me like “your girl is staring at you from there, man, why she is always talking to you (She is studying in just 9th standard, used play badminton with me occasionally and I used help her to clear her math’s doubts…… gosh kids listen everything 🙂 ).Anyways everyone present there had a nice laugh

Forget to tell, even I have got a six year old ‘girl friend’ (her name is anna) here 🙂 , who used give me company for weekend evening walks and who used to share her little fictional stories(superb ones in fairy story/fantasy genre).Once one of my close friend commented like “u will be jail if u consider her as ur GF”, but I never mind…she is a little angel :P…kidding. One day during a evening walk, suddenly she become serious like a 70 year old grand mother and anxiously asked me like “achacha(means bhaiya or brother) when will you get married?(she used to asked me this always).I tried to explain her like “molu I’m too young to get married, probably after 3-4 years I will do, and you will be standing with me carrying flower bouquet during the ceremony ,are you happy now?(It is a custom among Syrian Christians, like small kids will be accompanying bride-groom with fresh flowers)).She thought for a while and replied me “ohhh I understood, you are gonna marry neethu chichi, right(chechi means dhidhi or sister)” (neethu is my neighbor and a good friend of mine…gosh from where she got this controversial ideas 😀 ).For my goodness no one was present there, if anyone heard that….then I would have been finished by teasing… anyways I pretended like I didn’t hear what she said

Last but not the least, After the Sunday mass we were chatting outside the church, suddenly one of my family friend’s 9 year old kid rushed to his dad and commented like “dad, you have got only this ‘woman’ to get married, didn’t you have Eyes at that time” (this chap got angry coz his mom didn’t let him go to play). Poor guy, he is still teased by us, pointing this incident.

But anyways I love to spend time with kids and play with them. They are innocent and there minds are unpolluted. There presence will make you fresh and cool (even at the most tensed or heated situations). They have got the magic to make you cool with in minutes, yeahh kinda best stress busters.

August 4, 2009 at 10:00 pm 20 comments

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