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She is from the North-east of India. Her eyes and complexion and hair texture said that. In the last five days, I saw her every other morning, in the same local bus that I took to office. She usually wears very elegant western outfits and is more professional than most of our folks who wear costumes that disrupt elegance in the name of looking 'cool'. Today, the whole crowd's attention was on this North-eastern beauty. She was dressed in a cream colored designer Saree (the Indian Traditional wear, in case you are a non-Indian reader), hair tied up presentably, accessories that matched the saree's red border and a very simple, yet nice foot wear that went well with the careful choice of her attire. I was amazed at the way she carried herself in the crowded bus. To wear a saree and get into a crowded bus requires a totally different level of experience. It gets very tough to manage the saree without disturbing the pleats. She walked like she is used to wearing saree every...

then, Don't share it with anyone else without the owner's permission . As simple as that. I was in a team lunch yesterday.I was expecting a very important call, so had taken my mobile phone along. I get this call from a number that I didn't have in my cell phone's contact list. Picked it up to find that it was from a familiar name with a very professional, very senior, very managerial voice. In my mind, I mapped the options and nailed the name to a person in my professional circle. The next mind mapping was about who could have given my number to her and figured out options for that also. I was super-thrilled to hear from her and just because she said, that she is not comfortable with the background noises surrounding me, I decided to call back. Of course, when you know you are talking to a senior, you should have the courtesy to call back. So, that decided, I continued with my lunch. When I got back to work after lunch, I got busy, so sent her an SMS saying that I can ...

Including children...I recently read this post by Sowmya Gopal and I agree. I have been hearing a lot of unpleasant things about children's safety these days. It bothers me a lot. Early February, a good friend of mine, SK sent me a nice speech by Dr.Shalini and I went through it. The content made me reflect into the situation of the day : You send your child to school and you are worried about safety. Your child is in a dance class and you cannot be sure about the teacher. Your child goes to school in a bus, and you cannot be sure about the senior boys in the bus. You cannot trust your neighbour who is your child's grand dad's age. There was a time when the parents did not have to worry about the physical abuses to their precious daughter till she turns into a pretty young lady. Now, the case seems to be very different. Right from one year old baby, there is a reason to worry. This has always bothered me : Why cant people treat each other with some basic respect? Today, at ...

Yes, you are right.. It is the name of an early 2007 movie and this is a late review.. I loved Illayaraja's music for the theme song "Cheeni Kam.. Cheeni Kam".. but never chanced to watch it till January 2010. I applaud the makers for the dialogues, the choice of artists, the screen play, and the music. A quick recap for those who've seen the movie and a quick account of the story for those who have not seen the movie: In a foreign land, this 64 year old unmarried Indian man meets this smart 34 year old Indian woman. Their numerous meetings and conversations slowly bring about a romantic inclination and they decide to get married. To portray the characterization of the old man, a very smart and cute little neighbour and a very cool old mom have been introduced. I loved the little girl and the old lady a lot. They are both a sure plus to the movie. The director has weaved all the roles and characterized them well enough to fit into the movie script, quite well. The st...

When I wrote about Standing Tall , I wrote that a lot in life is parametrized. I thought I will post a little more detail on these parameters, as I see it. The first time I heard the word parameter was in my Computer science class in eleventh grade. My teacher was teaching about the classic C language. The simplest sense for a non-computer science reader for a parameter is this : You have a program that gives different results based on the inputs you give. The code is the same to add two numbers. The numbers that you give determine what result you get. Back then, that is all I cared. I did not know that the next to next levels in my academics was all about parameters. It was taught in Chemistry Lab, Physics Problem, Maths Equations and Computer Programs. Parameters were everywhere. When I did give it a serious thought, I learnt that health is parametrized... If your body temperature went above 98.4F, then your problem is called Fever. I don't know much of medicine, but this is the ...

A new comer moved in with me to my hostel room, just the previous night. After the quick introductions, the first thing she did, when she started to setup her space in the room, was to pull out a hand-written paper that said this : Remember to Stand Tall..... The verse that followed was long and poetic, but this is the only line that I remember to date. When you need a quick dose of confidence, you just have to say this line once. And it does help. "Remember to Stand Tall" got engraved in my mind. The first week of January 2010 began with the next set of dreams and hopes and expectations for the world. It was a nice Sunday morning and my friend comes in with this troubled look to say that someone committed the highest order of crime - Ending her life herself - in our neighbourhood. This girl was working with a reputed shop and is reported to have joined work quite recently. The shop was shut for a day and the next day's news paper gave a short paragraph note in 'nano...

Its been a crazy schedule at work.. I was headed to work a little earlier than my usual relaxed hour, only to find that the entire crowd in Bangalore was at the bus stop with me. The whole point of me leaving early was to beat the traffic and the crowd, and it is not easy to take that long wait at the bus stop, the lap top getting heavier on my shoulders and the work loads getting bulkier on my mind... I was just thinking, This is not my kind of approach and I was sure that it was not bad at all and that I am going to be able to do it.. and I was working hard on my positive energy levels for the day, but somehow it just did not seem to work well... When I was looking around for particularly nothing ( when you know you have to reach somewhere and cannot do anything much, but wait for the transport at a crowded bus stop, the best thing to do is 'Nothing' ), I saw this college student wearing an attractive T-shirt with about seven colored boxes painted on it and this line written...