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I remember the minute I walked out of my college hostel in May 2002. Apart from the fact that the whole idea of parting from the college hostel life was tough for my mind to take, what I recall till date, is the fact that I didn't know till the last day, that some people would miss me. The next time, it was when I made some friendships in my work places. Chance had it that I switched quite a number of jobs and so had to say good byes that many times. Although, I can say that the number of friends I could connect to in different work places were not as many as I had in college, it still was difficult to say Good Bye. With some people, I had a tough time battling with my emotions when I said Bye. With others, I didn't know that I would have made an impact that made it so difficult for them to let me go. The next Good bye memory was when I left a city to move to another. It was tough to see the 'Thank you, Come again' board that caught my eye when my bus moved out of the c...

Dress-up to attract respectful looks. Your dress defines you and defends you. The cost of your dress does not matter as much as the impression it gives about the cultured person in you. Its good to check your dress sense once in a while. In a crowd, its best to wear dress that is comfortable to every one's eyes. If how you wear a dress does not matter to you, then you must be willing to face consequences, often unpleasant. Dress sensibly as much as possible. I am ranting off like this because I chanced to see two improperly dressed pretty girls day before yesterday night. This is not the first time I see an improperly dressed young lady, but the first time when the girls behaved like there was no one else around. I wanted to write a whole post about this, but right now, I don't have the time to reword my language to fit my blog's principles. Some topics are very sensitive and the scene I saw about dress sense surely is one of them. Cant take a chance now when I am in a hurr...

I am definitely not talking about clicking the I'm feeling lucky button on the google search page. I was in the best of my cheers this morning when I set out to office. I wanted to wear Jasmine flowers that according to me would compliment my hair style today. You cannot get out early in the morning and expect Jasmine flowers just like that in a completely residential locality like the one I live in. I knew it well, so just kept aside the thought and continued my walk. Just when I shut my mind's non-stop questions on how to get Jasmine flowers at this time of the day, a flower vendor crossed my way. I stopped her and asked if she had Jasmine.. I have never seen any one's face brighten up so much, in a long time. She was very happy to uncover her bounty of fresh Jasmine flowers neatly woven into flower strands. I asked for some flowers and immediately pinned them on to my supposedly well-dressed hair. Every time, I wear Jasmine flowers, I can tell you that my feel-good facto...

Bangalore weather has been awesome since morning.. As I enjoyed my morning walk on my way to work, I wished that my folks in Tamilnadu also enjoyed some nice cool summer time.. I am having a super-good summer morning and was reminded of my last weekend summer morning in my home town in Tamil Nadu. It has been scorching hot and humid there; reports on the phone from friends confirmed the same. So, I felt it a little unfair that one part of my world was struggling to cope with the summer heat and I am singing my way to office accompanied by cool breeze in a clear bluish grey sky background. When I come in, my world changes and I am not too much of a news person. So, didn't have a clue about the rains in Chennai till my news-savvy colleagues started talking about it. Soon enough, I had a call from a friend in Chennai. When asked about the rains, he said " Yes, its raining. Laila has been troublesome.."... I didn't want to ask who Laila was.. I am generally good at interp...

The first greeting card from a school friend; The first bouquet of roses from a colleague; The first birthday surprise from a manager; The first day in college hostel; Each of these thoughts and a lot of such special thoughts can rewind your mind's film strip back to so many years of fond thoughts and memories. For the last few days I have been getting back in touch with a lot of my old friends from school, college and summer vacation play mates. Each meeting, each conversation, brings back a lot of thoughts and nice memories from the past. Honestly, nothing seems to have changed between the old friends and me except that we have all grown-up to be taller, stronger ( or weaker, at times) and more responsible. Earlier last week, I caught an old summer vacation play mate on the phone ( how I found out the number is beyond the scope of this post ) and before we knew we were discussing anything and everything under the sun... and when I finally hung up I realized that I had spoken to ...

Let's take every chance to respect womanhood, in all the small ways we can: Tease a girl if you feel like, but ensure you do not hurt her; Flirt around if you must, but respect the woman in her; Yell if you have to, but do not abuse her; Due to an unexplained sense of responsibility towards college students. May be the outcome of a pending post, but this gist could not wait any longer.

Last month, I had a chance to meet my friend who happily announced that her foetus is eight weeks old. The excitement is imaginable but I could not relate to it much until she told me about her first touchy experience of listening to the growing little one's heart beat. Now, I do not have a book reference to when in the entire gestation period, what development happens, but I do know that the eyes that were talking to me, were more thrilled, more sentimental, more joyous, more peaceful than they have ever been. We sat in silence to dwell in the moment - She, in her mom-to-be excitement and I, in my introspection of how her thoughts have taken a new dimension altogether. It seemed like the girl sitting in front of me was a new person, very different from the person I have known for the last three years. Earlier this month, my niece kept me constantly marvelled at how every one's lives changed with her in our lives. Last week, I had an email from a friend who has expressed her th...

This is my three-hundredth post. For a while, I have been postponing my posts because I wanted the 300th post to be special and more meaningful. Just this morning, I started singing this song on my way to office. [ Song recalled from my high school music class] Sing a song, Sing a song; Spread some cheer, Spread some cheer There are sad and lonely faces every where... Be a friend, Be a friend; Show some love, Show some love It will lift them from the dungeons of despair. Show a little bit of love and kindness, Never go around with hatred's blindness Take a little time to reach for joy and wear a happy face... Sing a little bit when the days are dreary, Offer little help to a friend who's weary That's the way to make the world a happy place.. Sing a song, Sing a song; Spread some cheer, Spread some cheer There are sad and lonely faces every where... Offer help, Offer help; Bring some hope, Bring some hope To the weakened and discouraged on life's road... Show a little bi...

When 24 hours do not seem enough, know that you need a break from all the tasks that keep you tied up and make you feel that the time is too less. Yes, I am preaching here... I am currently feeling exactly that way. Its not that I am working like a clock or like a rice mill's machine or like a traffic constable on the busiest signals in the busiest metro at the peak traffic hour, or like a four year old very enthusiastic child, or like an ant, or like a farmer's wife, or like the totally engrossed writer that I used to be..... Its just that there are too many thoughts running on my head; each of which can translate into a whole excel sheet of planned activities requiring a date and time against each of the line item. For those people who are wondering if I am beginning to sound like a confused, preoccupied, disorganized mind, please be convinced that I am fine, just that I am in one of those rarest phases of my life " When 24 hours don't seem enough".... By the wa...

That's how I see the guy behind the coffee counter in my office cafeteria. 1 coffee!!!! 2 tea without sugar!!! 1 Badam Milk!!! 1 coffee strong!!! 3 coffees, 2 teas, 1 badam milk!!! 4 coffees -one without sugar, one strong, 3 teas, 1 badam milk, 1 Boost!!! One of these orders was ours. We were paying cash, some were paying the vendor's coupons, some others were paying sodexho passes. And none of us were tendering exact change. The guy at the coffee counter is a super-quick juggler, I must say. You should see the speed at which all these orders were processed. The change for each payment were given out correctly. Coffee or tea or badam milk... you got what you asked for with the right specification without having to repeat your order. Everyone seemed to get their orders immediately. The wait time is almost negligible. In the three minutes that I stood there today, I noticed how swiftly his hands worked on filling up the coffee ( strong or light ), adding milk ( with or without su...

I've heard parents telling very often about how challenging it is to take care of kids. To me, it has been more of a handed over thought, and nothing more, until this morning, when I met my one-year-old niece. I reach my cousin's place this rainy morning, tired from an all-night journey, preceded by yesterday's long and busy work day. The little one was up and busy in her own world of smiles and cheers, quite early in the morning. It was quite a sight to see. The smiles of a baby is so contagious that I brightened up almost immediately. Then, for the next two hours or so, all of us were busy trying to keep close to her. You better be around to watch, else you have absolutely no idea of the child's next move - Up the wall, on the carpet, on the table, to the TV showcase, on the sofa, to the balcony, on the window sill, on the tea table, to the book shelf...Anything that seemed worth exploring to her wonder mind and forever wonder-filled eyes, she went for it. I saw these...