tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52286586390993944512024-03-19T04:50:16.996-07:00REMINISCENCEWell this place for me to "Pen down my thoughts" rather say "Type down my thoughts"...Well their r just going to be my veiws on the most trivial and silly thing on earth...but they mean alot cause they in some way reflect the real "ME"Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-50919705010769944972012-11-19T22:17:00.000-08:002012-11-19T22:17:01.672-08:00The transformation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A small thought occurred to me during one of those boring "not in mood" time.. "What If" I had not taken some decisions in my life.. the same ones which have become my identity in life,.. the decisions cos of which am known as some one's girl friend.. how different would my life be...<br />
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Will it be the one where I will be happily married (i presume this) to some rich , well-educated mallu guy (as per my parents criteria of my MR.Perfect) blowing his money.. or will it be the one am single basking in my own freedom.. living life with no strings attached...<br />
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I some how like to believe it would be the second case.. I first experienced the concept of freedom when i came to bangalore.. being my daddy's girl I was well protected and had everything done for me... and when I first moved to mlore for my job.. I thought here am all to myself.. doing stuffs myself.. But alas Life happened to me... I fell hopelessly in love... to me that guy meant (still means) the world.. I always loved hanging out with him and without him around I used to miss him.. I was reduced to nothing but a hopeless romantic.. always craving for his attention and waiting to get pampered... But bangalore was altogether new change... a pleasant one which I will cherish for life.. What did bangalore do to me.. loads of things.. beyond what I ever thought of... I always thought I will be crippled without him around..<br />
But every mode of life proved me wrong in this case.. I could survive .. I could live my life and undoubtedly I was living life to fullest.. In every aspect I was continousaly expanding my horizon with every step of life... Some of the things which remain etched in my memory are --<br />
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* The fact that I was all to myself.. no one to tell me how to get to a place.. I know ppl out there will think there are public transports and the Autos.. but i chose to have my lil companion called The peppy scooty wherever I went.. Google maps thanks to you.. I could reach places with just your help.. What would I Do with you my Mappy man...<br />
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* Had a couple of friends.. But for once I decided I will be open to meeting new people and making new friends... Accept any one and every one without any pre-conceived thoughts or notion.. I for once decided never be judgmental about people and accept them for who they are.. Life suddenly became so much more beautiful when I let myself free..<br />
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* Met some wonderful people.. Rosh Pie.. Oh i never knew that I could ever get so close to an HR of a company.. Being from tech world.. All we usually thought about the HR community was bossy.. And today she is one person whom I talk to almost everyday.. Sassy crazy Sasu ... The old me would have thought some million times before befriending a person with bold ideologies.. But then now though frankly she can at times(ok who am i kidding "most of the times" *Winks* .. I also return her the favor) drive me bonkers.. I adore her to bits irrespective of all the craziness.. In many ways she is the other piece in the world as crazy as am..<br />
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Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-27067123263746027442011-06-13T00:10:00.001-07:002011-07-19T05:03:08.892-07:00La La Wonder La...<div style="text-align: left;">One fine mundane day, cant recollect if a monday or tuesday, My phone rings and when i answer i hear alima screaming on the other end telling "next week wonder la. Rosh, myself and her".. Ohh that one line from her brought the typical "EEEEEE" smile on my face.. i told myself i have something to look forward on weekend with 2 most lovable ppl in the world...</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Rosh and Alima.. We go way back to college days.. If ppl think this post is about them.. no it is not.. i dont have the damn time to write abt those 2... its just about our awesome wonder la exp... </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Sunday.. I remember the blissful morning.. I woke up early morning surprising myself and was dressed right from 8:30 in the morning... cause thats the time Alima madam had told me she will come to pick me up... Then all i remember is the clock ticking.. And i kept calling these 2 morons to find whr the hell they are... then I get to hear the truth our stupid alima realized after picking up rosh that she is not "dressed to the occasion" .. So both of them had to rush to Garuda Mall to increase the sales of some random jeans shop.. When i knew this.. I could feel the steam coming out of my ears... ohhh damnn i have been dancing in front of my roomies till then... without eating the bfast also.. just singing "La la Wonder La".. Then at last they arrived around 9:30... The first thing i felt like doing was kick alima... But alas i had no time to waste.. had to rush to enjoy the day and have fuunnnnn.... </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember when we reached there we were welcomed by a cute mascot... Then all i recollect is Rosh and myself running around for all the rides and our mom alima not joining us in any.. cos she is a fatttuuuu...</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>This trip will always be a cherished one.. as i got to be with those 2 ppl with whom i can be normalll and crazyyyy and blurt out crapppp.... </div>Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-91774996136363125332011-06-09T23:35:00.000-07:002011-06-10T01:46:08.426-07:00E - motionThe day I started blogging.. The moto in mind was to capture all my emotions coz i know one day when i read them again it will be fun... tears that carved the way through my cheeks would make me giggle in the future.. the incessant laughter would bring a drop of tear in my eyes.. Today I feel i have not done justice to my blog.. and as type this.. my mind is still trying to find the silliest of reasons to take the blame.. so tat i feel light.. <div><br /></div><div>Right now i feel like making a silent promise to myself that i will capture all my emotions and paint it all over my blog.. the one who is ever ready to listen to my random rambling without a complain.. to whom i can repeat a silly story a zillion times and yet she wont go "KEERTHY this is the 100th time you telling this".. Who when i shed a tear wont tell me to be more strong.. and be rude to people who are rude with you.. I'am esp writing abt being rude cause of an incident that happened 2 days ago... Here it goes...</div><div><br /></div><div>Rosh pie and myself as always after work boarded our bus to madiwala... That day we realized we have forgotten how it is to go in bus as we were spoilt by going with miss.adhyam in her super car(Call it super cause thats where we have max. fun bitching commenting cribbing and all the lady like ranting).. and now after ages we boarded a bus from E City.. As you all know about the maddening blore traffic.. the poor lil driver who is no schumacher had to go in half clutch with breaks like every other second.. And me being master of balancing was falling all over the place ... accidentally stepped on a girls feet for the second time that day.. Then she went "STAND PROPERLY!!!".. i know it didnot involve using fowl language or swearing ... still i was taken aback by the sheer fact that she was not being polished while telling me this.. call me silly or whatever... i was on verge of crying (rosh claims that i was all booo hooo and river flooded blore.. blahhh. nver believe her side of the story)... And you know when i feel bad i have to call my parents and my friends... and all come with only one statement... "when will u learn to talk back"... left me blank...</div><div><br /></div><div>Have never thought that i would ever have to change the way am..I know i get hurt but Even if summon up all my damn guts to talk back... some how the whole universe pulls me back from doing the same... you all know am just a small tiny person in comparison to the universe.. and how can i fight with the super power.. so as always i have chosen to get defeated in front of the super power called the universe..</div>Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-39915297563775495402011-05-23T21:44:00.001-07:002011-06-13T04:23:38.012-07:00F R I E N D<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrMYrFQSCXOMoFsXImUJD8ItwHggQ5BIuFbF5FD8Sas4vL1KzKnrXhGhKrTQuq9l05jieSD5SVk-dhSvvmagbLy4Yx-KJgnkxHD9s3XrsYp6SwsZgdn66GHMyMyWMnuM_oaeKPdKYAy6k/s1600/41307-bigthumbnail.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrMYrFQSCXOMoFsXImUJD8ItwHggQ5BIuFbF5FD8Sas4vL1KzKnrXhGhKrTQuq9l05jieSD5SVk-dhSvvmagbLy4Yx-KJgnkxHD9s3XrsYp6SwsZgdn66GHMyMyWMnuM_oaeKPdKYAy6k/s320/41307-bigthumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617663506748451346" /></a><br /><div>This is a story of two girls and the little promise of being "Friends Forever".. Stuck together through thick and thin.. Hours of phone calls which kept people wondering what they talk.. Never has been a "Wat else?", "then.." or "Hmmm.." in their never ending chats... The intention was clear come what may we will dance through any issue... Never did they let any thing get in their path.. because their path was exclusive just theirs... "No one was invited" into their small little world... Cos they knew too many cooks can spoil the broth.. Little did they know some day a storm would wreck their small little world... now its the phase of utter silence... the never ending conversations a things of past.. conversation fail to start.. skype of my machine has become an useless software... Its only her whom i always wished to see.. her whose smile means world to me.. This is for my friend Deepu..</div><div>Not sure If I could still call her my friend.. One rookie mistake of mine... She never turned back.. She walked past.. Helpless I stand.. Wondering how to fix this broken bond... Am no magical witch.. All I could do is plead.. "I have no feelings for you" she told.. Followed by devastating silence.. The partner of my monkeying days seems blurr and as i write a tear i shed... </div><div>Deepu you may never return... all I can tell you is your space in my life can never be replaced by any one else... </div><div><br /></div><div>Luv</div><div>Kee</div>Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-71399160289624723812011-03-02T20:50:00.000-08:002011-06-13T04:27:21.284-07:00Some Dreams...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymLuGifmpHhUP_-o8bRv1k_x2P-eFcg4o5YXQQUHtc5Db0OnEwfClrOKPekD2Xu9NVfkyK6awVL9Rf6FJk1zxjrJ8z3kfB7Z_RD8ndOgMG8Y893GOL-z1SmAQY6OeK-GHHK87JQa8hK8/s1600/father-daughter.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhSgRXhn7ye5HbCOlI-MnfnJNk_E2hQH2FsxNUKI7G0-T7W-sABKMVhuo1hHWegqXo0WAnpFwMplmin4qahc9vXWP9uY91PwF533iCGXgFsyQAv_QJql7BYtAQoylDZ_MpKXPNlpUlgs/s1600/cyrusFATHER_DAUGHTER_by_cyrusmuller.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhSgRXhn7ye5HbCOlI-MnfnJNk_E2hQH2FsxNUKI7G0-T7W-sABKMVhuo1hHWegqXo0WAnpFwMplmin4qahc9vXWP9uY91PwF533iCGXgFsyQAv_QJql7BYtAQoylDZ_MpKXPNlpUlgs/s320/cyrusFATHER_DAUGHTER_by_cyrusmuller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617664193993541266" /></a><br />As a girl from a conservative Indian family all my life I have been told and made to believe that marriage is an essential part of a girls life.. Its a duty which all parents have to full fill as soon as their little princess turns 23 to 25... <div>Even my dad with just like all other parents have this beautiful dream of my marriage painted in his mind.. i rather not say painted... cause a canvas can be washed off with water.. he has this dream etched into his thoughts...</div><div><br /></div><div> Being very very possessive about me.. my dad wants to do right from finding the guy, shopping the wedding stuff, conducting my wedding function all by himself.. so has been his dream... And as all dads he fears every other guy friend of mine... when my dad meets my friends the only fear he has is "will this be the guy who can rip all his dreams"...I know for sure my dad never liked any of guy friends...And mind you this doesnt mean he is narrow minded..It just means he loves me too much to allow any other random guy to possess me... Thats my dad... He who knows nothing but love me without any inhibitions... I know i have not been the exact little princess of his who used to look up to him and listen to him.. I have been fighting for reasons of my own... fighting for what i believe is right for me... putting that poor lil man in such a bad position every day...And for the person am I know I will never tell him i feel terrible about myself for hurting him... I just wish he reads this post some day... </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymLuGifmpHhUP_-o8bRv1k_x2P-eFcg4o5YXQQUHtc5Db0OnEwfClrOKPekD2Xu9NVfkyK6awVL9Rf6FJk1zxjrJ8z3kfB7Z_RD8ndOgMG8Y893GOL-z1SmAQY6OeK-GHHK87JQa8hK8/s320/father-daughter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617664200913280642" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>No matter what dad.. you have been, are and will always be my hero.. the one whom i love the most and whose happiness matters the most to me... your one smile would mean the world to me.. And no matter where am or with whom am... your position in my life is etched it will never ever change.. cos who else can hug me even when the universe decides to shut me down.. it will be just you... You have always embraced me and guided me with good will.. and I know I have always disappointed you.. I promise you dad i will not let you down one day you will be proudly telling "there she goes my daughter, my angel"...</div><div><br /></div>Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-14044208938919270802011-01-16T20:57:00.000-08:002011-02-21T23:53:26.446-08:002010 - My Roller Coster Ride2010 the year which made me laugh till my stomach hurt.. mad me cry till my tear gland went dry.. year which pushed me into the deepest of the pits just to make me scrappy so that i could make my way.. <div>2010 when i got a hit in all phases of my life.. Saw my dreams shatter in front of my eyes for no mistake of mine... reached till the finish line just to know that iam not goona cross it because of some unknown law of nature... saw my relationships go down town... be it my love, best friend or my dad... my friend for more than a decade refuses to talk to me... </div><div>Learnt my lessons.. learnt that not to expect too much from any one..never be predictable...come wat may never allow any one to read ur mind.. u r the master of ur mind.. never allow urself to feel weak for any one.. its never worth it.. cause in the whole process u r distracted and put urself through the worst possible situations ever... never be needy for love even if deep within u feel deprived of it... love urself to the max...if u cant place urself above others then who will...never ever expect the feelings to be eternal...feelings are exponential curves.. u can see it soar rocket high sometimes and hit rock bottom as well.. </div><div>promises made during the different phases of relationships are not real.. cause ppl forget...we might say stuff in spur of the moment.. but we never stick to it...if i have said some one "u mean world to me" sometime doesnt mean that it holds good forever... ppl change, relationships change and if u cling on to the past glory u only hurt urself more... move a head.. keep ur head high... u r worth all the love.. and if ppl dont give it to u... just be the same with them... </div><div><br /></div><div>PS: i know i have not organized my feelings right... but these were the random lessons i learnt.. and i find it worth all.. </div>Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-25754542935110905442010-08-31T21:26:00.000-07:002011-06-13T05:25:56.499-07:0010 Things I Hate about you<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oKko32nTG6p91osmk9ZROTJJeJRhDLg-XGBcHOcx3GrJJ1Qh08nb0ZMfqSdktc9lL1LP6rH2Y02iFKRKsV9pt-Zaks6gg2LF2umIQPV4QoFyU7sfcGqY8T5n4CEq2GYwCQ6qmFSn0bY/s1600/love.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_uzdOk-kgW0KQB20x63ETxtAVN84mdxgD5hHx3OCcJ1GMs4Cx_xqX3ey1MQU0GeHJV0jg51uvWMnmfnUFnsDyemTNdoxyp7kAJLYeVHSEmXmUfQKzbb2Nfuo8gohqfkL1obvGulBrbA/s1600/fight.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_uzdOk-kgW0KQB20x63ETxtAVN84mdxgD5hHx3OCcJ1GMs4Cx_xqX3ey1MQU0GeHJV0jg51uvWMnmfnUFnsDyemTNdoxyp7kAJLYeVHSEmXmUfQKzbb2Nfuo8gohqfkL1obvGulBrbA/s320/fight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617679505918572786" /></a><br />When all sit to describe why they love their bf/gf so much.. What makes "that person" so great that gives a feeling that she/he is the one... This make me wonder.. come on there ought to be something about this love of urs that you truly despise.. that makes u go nuts...and when ppl tell "No he/she is perfect" i get more confused.. this point is beyond my apprehension.. After being in couple of relationships myself.. I have came to an understanding that no one is perfect for the other.. if at all the concept about being perfect actually exists.. then why should either one of them sacrifice or change something small about themselves just to see smile of their beloved.. According to me love is not about being perfect for one another.. its about working to walk that one extra mile 2gether..<br />This post is dedicated my dear dearest nipun.. and the things i absolutely hate about him..<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">The knack Of "NOT TALKING"..</span><br />People say it is very tough to maintain a long distance relation.. It becomes all the more tough when u have to maintain the relation with no one on other side of the phone.. During our night conversation zillions of times i have got the feeling that there is no one on the other side.. either i hear a "hmmmm" sound or no sound at all.. and he is man of few words ppl say.. and words he know are "Nothing","Kuch nahin","tu bol".. To get a conversation going with him.. toughest job ever..<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2) His way or the High way</span><br />Whenever we have an argument irrespective of the reason for it.. some times i feel really petty cause we both act so ditsy.. Whatever be it.. at the end of any argument.. i have the feeling that am the one who is wrong.. I till date have not figured how the hell he does it.. oh my god for no reason i feel so bad and feel like a got damn bitch.. who is unreasonable, demanding and all the blah blah...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3) Being Mr.Unclean</span><br />I hate it when things are not done in a certain way.. come on you live in the house.. its ur duty to make it ur home.. Keep ur home clean.. keep ur bathroom clean.. its about hygiene.. how tough is it to understand.. and its so irritating that he doesnt do it in spite of the fact that i keep nagging him to do so..<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4) Being Logical 24*7</span><br />I have reminded him 'n' times till date that i cannot be logical all the time.. i love to be irrational, to make no sense.. and live just like tat.. come on why should each statement i make be logically related to the prev statement i made.. my mind keeps working.. now am thinking abt sunshine .. a second later it is snow.. Final word "I cannot be Logical".. its beyond me...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5) Refusing to send good night msgs</span><br />Call it silly or whatever.. feels good to get a good night msg from the guy u love.. come on who wouldnt love it.. and is it so tough to type in few sweet words to tell good night to me.. aint i as cute as a pixie..<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6) Refusing to enter temples</span><br />Why is it so tough to enter a temple.. am not telling he never ever enters it.. he does and when he does he keeps commenting on the lady statues in the temple.. and above all mocking at the way i offer prayers to god.. that is so mean.. the worst is he tells that he laughed at the way i offered prayer cause he found it cute.. good that he doesnt do it now..<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7) Getting annoyed when I cry</span><br />Oh my god.. I love to vent out my irritation, frustration and any thing with my tears.. thats who am.. how tough is it to live with it..Its not I love to cry.. its just that am over sensitive.. and Am okay with the way am..<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8) Asking me to grow up </span><br />This is one thing I dont want to.. I love being childish.. I love when ppl pamper me.. call me a spoilt brat.. I agree... But come on why should i grow up.. and when he asks me to it hurts.. I thought he loved me being childish.. Am not telling he expects me to act my age always.. but even once in a while i hate doing it..<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9) Telling me not to get gifts for him<br /></span>How could he tell me not to do tat.. that is something I will always do irrespective of whether he likes it or not.. Its my administrative right..By "administrative" i mean "Constitution of Keerthy" not "Constitution of India"...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10) Fartso..</span><br />His art of Farting at his will.. I bow to it.. But it is so embarrassing at times.. But if i truly ponder over it.. do i hate this thing about himm.. well actually not.. this one thing ha made me laugh so many times...<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oKko32nTG6p91osmk9ZROTJJeJRhDLg-XGBcHOcx3GrJJ1Qh08nb0ZMfqSdktc9lL1LP6rH2Y02iFKRKsV9pt-Zaks6gg2LF2umIQPV4QoFyU7sfcGqY8T5n4CEq2GYwCQ6qmFSn0bY/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617679512133951122" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span>But in spite of all this.. Am still smitten by this guy for more than 2 years.. :)</div>Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-45414567499154147842010-08-30T22:37:00.000-07:002010-08-30T22:49:00.149-07:00Critically 'Un'ReasonedThrough out my Journey of ma GMAT preparation.. All that i have realized in spite of myself is that no matter how many practice question i attempt or how many books i read.. I still suck at critical reasoning..<br />Have gone through blogs after blogs trying to know how ppl tackled this huge problem of mine...and all i got is a list of books i went through and list of practice tests i have already taken..In one of my desperate attempts to improve my reasoning i had discovered a book called "the critical reasoning bible".. the first thing that passed my mind was.. boy oh boy this must be a gr8 book..this would be the key to my unsolvable problem..i felt optimistic only cause of the word "bible" in the title of the book..when the actual "bible" teaches u to be a good person..i felt "The CR Bible" will make me an unbeatable pro in the field of reasoning..<br />And believe me i sat through the pain of reading the whole damn book..and later when i took the practice tests i realized the same.. i suck at it..<br />What was lacking in me.. was it that i dont understand what is written in the question.. or was it that i dont know how to establish my thoughts in a streamlined fashion..I hate to self analyze me so that i improve.. this is something i despise.. may be cause i hate to believe that i have certain short comings.. or may be i did not want to improve.. i always felt iam a perfect version of wat i can be..And thus i left this problem unsolved like the rest...and i have no shame in telling that am still critically 'Un' ReasonedKee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-29785091619861187682010-07-21T09:29:00.000-07:002010-07-21T09:31:15.741-07:00ICE BREAKER SPEECHAmong all the bed-time stories my grand mom has told me there is one particular story which has and will always be my all time fav.. The story goes this way – “It was a rainy day in the month of august… The only sound I could hear was the “Pitter patter of the raindrops”… then suddenly I heard a women cry breaking the deafening silence… When I ran into the bedroom I saw ur mom mourn in labor… With the nearest hospital being 12Kms away your dad rushed to call a taxi… By the time your dad returned you had made your way into this world almost 20 days ahead of the schedule…<br /><br /><br />Good evening Fellow toastmaster and my dear friends… this is me keerthy rajagopal trying to give my first ever project on “me just trying to be me”…<br /><br /><br />Both my grand mom and mom till day, say that from the day, when I was born till this day… I have one thing, which has prevailed… That is my “lack of patience”.. My mom says… “You did not have the patience to wait for the taxi to arrive… you just wanted to rush out…” .. Me being the smart one always have maintained one answer to all these comments… “Mom don’t call me impatient… call me an economic baby… not only did I save you hospital fee but also saved the taxi charges… how good am i??”<br /><br />Well friends… my dad “Mr.V. Rajagopal” was indeed a shrewd visionary… he named me very correctly “Keerthy” meaning famous…. Not that am bragging, but I have always been famous… now it is on you guys to decide if I was famous in the sane way or in the notorious way… that must not take a lot of time I suppose…<br /><br />As a kid I started speaking really late.. My parents were so scared.. they have walked up and down many hospitals to see if there was some problem in my vocals… Doctors would just say am fine… They could find the reason why I was taking this long to start talking.. My parents have told me that they had done all the poojas possible to hear me call them AMMA and Accha… then one fine day I spoke my first word… After that there has been no stopping… My dad now offers prayers to god requesting him to keep me quiet at least an hour every day…<br /><br />During my school days I was in Madras… I still like to call it madras rather than Chennai because of no reason… During my initial days in school I totally detested the concept of sitting in front of books after returning home… to tell in the blunt form I hated studies… I found all the ways to avoid it.. During my first standard.. I ended up breaking my bones trying to avoid studies.. The end result was plaster of paris on my hands for months… But they were the most blissful months despite the discomfort cause by plaster of paris… No one ever compelled me to study…. So In my second standard I knew what I had to do in order to escape the monster better known as the books… I ended up cutting my right palm… my dad being the smart one did not fall into the trap and made sure that I study… Thus the saga began… 12 years of schooling… I was left with no choice but study..<br /><br />In madras I stayed in the railway colony situated in nungambakkam.. It was here I met her… my best friend till date… my deepu… if I have to talk about the fun we had together… this 4 mins wont suffice… We were the partners in crime… and also called ourselves “The 420”… We have played oodles of pranks during our monkeying times.. Till this day the first memory that flashes in front of me when I hear madras are those with deepu… Then the D Day came when I had to relocate to thrissur for pursuing my engineering…. The day when I bid a temporary good bye to my friend of all times…<br />I did my graduation in Electrical and electronics from Govt. Engg College Trichur in kerala. Those were the years of learning, adjusting and molding… those were the years of transformation of a spoilt brat into just a brat… Ask the walls of GEC… they would tell my story… they would know that Keerthy had spent most of the days in the corridors, the hostel bed, the humongous gallery, the nearest movie hall… but surely not in her classes… Those were the 4 years of purposelessness…. And there is not a single moment of it for which I regret… In this journey my studies had became the pillion and fun the main rider.. I still have no idea how I managed to clear my xams without a backlog….<br /><br />Being new to kerala… I had my own starting troubles… Since I was brought up in madras tamil, English and tit bits of hindi were the only languages I was familiar with… And people of thrissur have a dialect which is one of a kind… they speak Malayalam in really fast and sing song way… so by the time I understood the first part of the sentence the other person would have done with their talking… poor me… I was considered an alien… Thank god I met few other of my own type.. We ended up calling ourselves the NRK – non-residential keralites… During my college days I had a very common complaint from many of friends… actually speaking I also get it from some of my colleagues here.. The first impression every one had about me was “JADA” .. Well “JADA” in Malayalam means “ARROGANT”… I till this day have no clue why do I give such a bad impression about myself to rest of the world… is it the way I talk or the way I look…I have not been able figure it out till this day…<br /><br />During my college days I participated in all the events right from elocution to war of words to dumb charades to ad Zap… I have made a mockery out of myself in many of the contest… but I learnt how to present myself in front of a huge audience… I had been a key organizer of many of the college events and it was here I realized what was my goal for life… it was these short and not so complex managerial experience I had then fascinated me to do my MBA some time down the lane…<br /><br />Fun fact about me.. I have fell in and out of Love a zillion times during my college days… I have used the number “zillion” because the 10 fingers are not enough to count it… And all of them have not lasted more than a week… some of them were as short as 2 hours… this short time line is attributed to my really bad memory… after a weekend I see them again I don’t realize that I had a crush on them…<br /><br />It was during these wonderful years I made certain relationships for life.. It was here that I realized that I could have a friend other than deepu… The amount of fun I had in my Ladies hostel is just beyond my words.. Be it just laying on the bed and talking or mid night coffee session or the weird dress rehearsals… I had fun all the time.. It was here I learnt to adjust… there have been days when 8 of us have slept in a 2 beds… Here I learnt to share, give up and embrace life in all its forms… Be it the lowest of the lows or highest of the highs… those 4 years built me for the bigger race.<br /><br />At the end of my college days I got recruited into INFOSYS… I got posted to mangalore right after my training.. Believe me I was soo irritated cause of the posting.. I thought I had opened a damn pandora box… cause mangalore was so far from madras and it meant going home once in a blue moon…little did I know what was waiting for me in mangalore…here I learnt the important lessons of being professional, motivated and responsible…mangalore to me is a lot of things… it is my first project.. It is that part of my life where I was my own decision maker… it was my life of independence… I learnt to manage my money and learnt more about analyzing not just code but people… It was here I met the person with whom I would love to spend rest of my life with… now when I look back I have no regrets of being in mangalore…<br /><br />At this point of my life am all set to take my next step… I hope to pursue my all time dream of doing my MBA in few years… These 23 years have done loads of good to me.. I learnt that life manifests its beauty and irony in a lot of ways that we cant comprehend ...all we can do is let ourselves be led by the wind...let urself free....ready to experience everything that life throws at u...expanding ur horizons continuously.. I learnt to experience life in all its forms…Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-37861859362031443692009-04-12T05:43:00.000-07:002009-04-12T05:52:54.974-07:00You Don't Matter to me muchThere is this line in the movie "The Reader", where the female protagonist says to her male counterpart "You don't matter enough to me to hurt me..."<br />I have tried telling this to one close friend. But till this day whenever i tell him this, deep in my heart i know that iam faking.. he does matter to me... But i end up saying it to him with the hope that i would see a pinch of emotion in his eyes for me..<br />But Unfortunately till this day, whenever i have say this to him, i don't find a nunace of expression in that stone face... This bogs me down, I wonder what do i mean to him??Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-13352524460697203252009-03-31T13:12:00.000-07:002009-03-31T13:13:58.453-07:00scrooge in meHaving moved into my new project, the only change from my normal corporate life is this one particular event that occurs too frequently. There may not be any reason, but out of the blue I get the invitation to be there, to enjoy with a Special guest. I' am left with no other option, but entertain this guest (can I say an intruder) into my daily routine...<br />By now many would have guessed that am talking about the small parties we have at office...<br />I' am a person who is really open minded to accept such an uninvited guest at a totally unexpected time. There is an old Indian saying "GUESTS ARE LIKE GOD", and I totally abide to the traditional norms put by our wise ancestors. I respect them for all the hard fast rules they set in this area. When this SPL Guest arrives, I would not think twice to entertain him, cause in my opinion-1) partying like crazy keeps you going.2) And the whole team is together when it is party time.<br />But there are certain times when I feel really irritated when this guest comes. Those days are the ones I call, my BLACK DAY. These are days, when I would have oodles of work to do and the time allocated is minuscule. I would already be at the brink of sanity, so I term this as the "worst time" to receive a party invite. And I would have to be present with the team in the name of FORMALITY. I end up not doing justice to this really adorable guest of mine, cause my tiny mind and heart is preoccupied with the thought of my work and finding an optimal solution to the vicious problem.<br />This makes me wonder, do I really like these frequent parties? Me enjoying that time is purely based on my work. If I have work, I certainly detest hanging out in parties. And if am free, I would love to go and have a blast...<br />then the bitter truth slowly sank into me, I realized that my liking toward any thing or anybody was purely based on my convenience. And that was the time I felt the slight pinch of guilt for this particular attitude. But in the end, I was left with no other option other than accepting the fact that there exists an evil scrooge in me....Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-42941218058047863632009-03-20T10:51:00.000-07:002011-06-14T02:20:58.820-07:00Mitr, My Friend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjorepECz-Wc6NqTFL9HVU37iIfkSkix2uCcBccvaHeHCh7yXcKAF47DQAYM0r9UVcyJzwPwoZiYD52qKbb96RUuGP1QeD_E7nK3rQ8TJTRs_UDxIcJ3flKKmqySEYgxz-59NF9NTEpXXo/s1600/trios.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVPVCyfAeXxvzI6xF1V0F0-zKxDGgjGxI9SxNU4t34A2sneHGcLJIuaOpdE6ama0jmhWQekhdpB0vun3YhJqFOkQrscjBi2phRAUEJbD9sjGL2TfdSZduEKAcHyV7a84EZMO4wOhqSco/s1600/hyderabad+trip+2006+158.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Disclaimer: All things mentioned in the blog is very much true... and there can be no denying to even a single point mentioned here...<div><br /></div><div>As I return back home from a long day at work... I wanted to sit down and scribble my random ramblings..<br />Even during the day when am all fresh I really don't think much... or I rather say... I don't get time to think... cause am too busy managing 5 spaces on my Mac machine.... in one the music goes on... and in one I browse... and my fav space where I chat is the most visited one... there are at least 3 chat windows open... and I try to maintain a decent chat with all...<br />In spite of the infinite warnings from my ML. each time he passes my cubicle he gives me this sly look of his... cause I would be chatting or doing something, but surely not working... And the last but surely not the least my XCODE SPACE where I design the wonderful applications for THE I-PHONE.... Though I find this part of work interesting... but surely isn't creative...<br />So I seriously gave blogging regularly a thought... may be cause I have my own laptop... so why not I do it in a regular basis...<br />so that the writing skill me never dies... today again... through out my bus journey I thought... what would it be... Random thoughts coming from all directions... the boring side of me was compelling me to blog on WORLD PEACE. And the frustrated side forcing me to write about how much I hate my work... then after a lot of brain storming... all parts of my brain came into a mutual consensus...then I decided why not write about the most wonderful people I have ever met...<br />There are certain reasons why I chose this topic...<br />1) I thought it is safe... With the person who they know, my friends would guess that I would write about me... As they tell me tat am one of the most narcissistic and self obsessed person they have ever seen... This way am goona surprise them... TO ALL MY FRIENDS "I AIN'T ALL THAT PREDICTABLE"...<br />2) Me Writing about some one else in a way has come as a blow to me... but this way am surprising myself... And surprising myself is something which I love the most ...<br />3) Am writing about this cause this is one topic which I have been procrastinating from time immemorial... So thought let it be done…This side of me is called "LAZINESS"...<br /><br /><br />Here I go about the Miss.Wonderful Person.... If I have to start writing about her I would need oodles of time and pages... cause she has been my closest friend for 5 long years.... My roommate during my college days... she is one dame who knows IN AND OUT OF ME.... Aishu... lovable called so by the whole class. Yes its true she has another name.. Tharu (for those who don't know Malayalam... that means duckling).. This name was christened to her on our crazy tour in the year ONE of our Engg journey...<br />If u ask me what she was famous for in our college days... then I can quote some---<br />1) Her most adorable walk... which won her the honor of being called "THARU"...<br />2) Her sitting in bench one of the class.. And writing out all the crazy things the prof says...<br />3) Her wide smile... <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTO55M54RDW_2cjs0NqMN8Ka4cfxHpuID61dcaqbx3GmZmkzx7GVo8Avh6pfZvxOXnxdVWeboo-acfzISanyoHr6itEC8hiqj1DsfAW39I_QoitrBpDK1OREL01fADL0e8kM5Z3zygWR4/s320/aishu3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618000655216193858" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /> which shows even the last tooth of our mouth... But hey ... this wide smile won her the Miss. Best smile in our BREAK OFF PARTY... (Still I refuse to the honor cause I strongly believe I Have a better smile*Winks*)<br />4) Her good girl nature... come on even in hostel... she was the one to wake up first and take a bath...<br />Can u guys believe it... I used to be surprised cause me being the lazy one used to do my daily chores of bathing past mid night... So in a way I used to convince myself saying "Hey Keerthy... the day has already begun u r the first one to have bath...not ash... so that means u r the GOOD GAL*Chuckles*"...<br />She is such a sweet heart... cause to handle a spoilt brat like me was a task by itself... there have been days when I have refused to eat just cause the food tasted bad.. And my concerned little aishu... used to feed me... and that was when I used to agree to have my food.... That was aishu for me... my every thing...<br />I still remember how the J factor used to creep in me... when I find her spending more time with some one else... and I being such a brat have went about fighting with her... but when I used to do the same thing I used to expect her to understand that I was having fun with others... this is the side of me called "BEING INCONSIDERATE..." I still remember the fight we had cause I did not give her attention in a college day function... though she was sitting beside me.. And I was so bad that I refused to tell her "SORRY"... cause telling the S word was supposed to be like killing myself.... The fight continued for a day... and some how it got solved... I vaguely remember the scene... and am sure I did not tell her sorry even after reconciling...<br />My Partner in crime during the four year... We have done so many stuffs during our monkeying days...<br />I just can tell some of them... cause if I write all ... I would be left with no other option than writing for ages... but I would mention some of them here... which I can tag as the most fun filled ones....<br />1) year one... the physics eggsham... Ammu and me... not having prepared a word... so had to stoop down to cheat in the exam... I had to take all the pain of opening the book in spite of the fact that my hands were trembling... cause mr. Varks was standing there... then after all the effort I was successful... I could get my answers... ammu had to just see my paper and re-print it in her own... aishu from ammu's paper... it was a damn train... when the results were out A BOLD COMMENT on Ammu and my paper... "COPY CASE"... Poor souls... we did all the effort and we get caught... and this queen is all safe.. *Still angry*<br />2) year 2.. Had to submit assignments... and in the mayhem of getting an assignment to copy from... and to write it on ours.. We got late... the DEADLINE was over... we went to the staff room to find all rooms locked... and the KALA BHANDER in us... gave a fab idea... we opened the window of our teacher and aimed at her table and threw it... I don't blame me for a bad aim... it Was NEWTON's GRAVITY that spoilt it all... if not for gravity I am sure that assignment could have landed on the table... *why did newton have to think so much*<br />3) the most comic one of the lot.. We in a spree to celebrate Kerala piravi... we wore "Pattu Pavada"(Kerala traditional wear)... thinking there will be many to accompany us... then we reach the college late... come on we had to take a lot of time to dress up... we had to look like angels na... then we walk through the corridor to realize that we r the only fools to have wore this... oh my god... we got vivid expressions from all of them... but we were too intelligent to have taken a spare dress. Got it changed... damn we made a clown out of our self....<br />4) All the above mentioned is nothing in front of the gr8st comedy of error we presented on the stage. Our great remix dance performance on the college day...</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvY1j4bvwD581K0m-F1jRyc9DpD61iRGJi9X6nWU3O8KXGR_2PJDSz_nIcgnH8y-GYwFpTn8jlfKcg19uAT54AxMs82WUT4H2QjJpst6V5YTQJsqM5JgnIBrtdpBtGet4TfweMEWDHMg/s320/aishu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618001430192954434" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div> There is one part of the dance event... in which we the duo come in the centre stage to do something which we thought was out of the world... but unfortunately for us nothing could get more funny than the step we performed... I still remember the repercussions... The next day I walk in the college listening to all the comments from the road side Romeo's of our college... then I took the oath... never again I will dance on a stage... and till date I have stuck to my oath.... *Winks*</div><div><br /></div><div>5) Then the 3 tours... in which we managed to be a part... after all the fights with dad and mom in both the houses... after the forgery of dad's sign.... And at last we made it for the tour.... And these tours... gave us those precious memories... that we can carry it through out our lifetime....<div><br />Aishu... don't know hoe she manages it... but she can some how leave me in fits of laughter... I laugh till my stomach hurts... but she doesn't do it cause she wants to.. Why would some one make a fool out of herself in front of others... but aishu my dear darling has done it umpteen number of times...<br />1) The first year HUMANITIES Seminar of hers. Being the roll number 2...she was one among the first few unlucky souls to take the seminar...and when her chance came... she went running to the podium... and there she does her high jump just like a professional... I sit gaping to see her safe landing... and there I see her falling down in front of the whole class... I tried to control hard... but I could not... All I remember is I was there on ammu's lap laughing my heart out... my god what a fall... Am still smiling thinking about the scene...</div><div><br />2) this is another major fall of hers... but this time the audience were large... she fell in front of the whole college in the stairs... The trios (ammu, Aishu and me) </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjorepECz-Wc6NqTFL9HVU37iIfkSkix2uCcBccvaHeHCh7yXcKAF47DQAYM0r9UVcyJzwPwoZiYD52qKbb96RUuGP1QeD_E7nK3rQ8TJTRs_UDxIcJ3flKKmqySEYgxz-59NF9NTEpXXo/s320/trios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618002534445819218" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div>were holding hands and running down the stairs... all I remember is seconds later... I see something rolling down... then after careful examining and reexamining I realized it that it is my aishu...Again the it did not occur to either of us (Ammu and me) to go running to help her... we sat on the stairs laughing again... after some time we went to examine her for any bruises... Voila!!! She was safe... no harm done to the ball... *I still remember her embarrassed and angry look on her face*...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />3) She was this major hot shot of our college... it was only few days since we landed in college... and all I hear from all is. Aishu has a secret admirer... boy oh boy.... It came to me as a blow... I was so anxious to know who this guy is? Then one day I got his darshan... I was so damn happy after seeing him... I expected a great looking guy and got to see a guy who had to go to a civil engineer to get the gaps between his teeth set right... I have laughed my heart out at her... though I knew she felt terrible about it... this side of me is called "SADISM"...<br />I can just go on listing about her... but some are better when not mentioned... some are better to be treasured in my heart... where it will remain forever till I go to my graves...<br />Enough of good things about her... let me try and list of some BAD Things about her... I am not sure how successful I would be...let me give my best shot...<br />1)Hmmmm....<br />2)Hmmmmmmmmm....<br />3)Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....<br />4)Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....<br />5)Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....<br />Damn... I Give up... I seriously cannot list out any... This Female is truly the most amazing character I have ever seen.... A real damsel.... </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVPVCyfAeXxvzI6xF1V0F0-zKxDGgjGxI9SxNU4t34A2sneHGcLJIuaOpdE6ama0jmhWQekhdpB0vun3YhJqFOkQrscjBi2phRAUEJbD9sjGL2TfdSZduEKAcHyV7a84EZMO4wOhqSco/s320/hyderabad+trip+2006+158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618001067502100450" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div>no pretensions with her... I can be myself.. As am at home...I LOVE U FOR LIKING ME FOR WHO AM...</div><div><br /></div><div><br />This one is my best shot to write about the most adorable people I have ever met... May be a futile one... but this one is direct from my heart...</div></div>Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-39593647573689460892009-03-20T09:58:00.000-07:002009-03-20T09:59:33.478-07:00R U A Certified Slave?Each day I open my official mailbox all I can see is the constant reminder that am in place or world where I don’t belong.. Only 5 weeks to go complete your certification…These certifications are nothing but a proof that I am well aware of my business unit and technology.. I know I can some how manage to clear them, by merely going through the dumps (previous years papers)… I still don’t understand how my fellow employees manage to remember all the questions of an exam (along with the options..)..Maybe they could have been fed with the best chavanprash during their childhood…however they do is immaterial… any ways a BIG THANKS to them… If not for them how will ppl like me manage their way out.. As I Belong to the lazy Category and am not going to take the pain of going through each page of the 100 pages Pdfs that am supposed to be learning… But the BIG Q remains unanswered… Am truly certified for the purpose I was hired for? How far am I competent? Not that I under estimate myself…but my doubt is that how good am I at this job…. The job of a “software professional”.. Working for an year I can without any bit of doubt say that I have become a knave to this BIG IT FIRM am working for…I do all my work. Just cause my conscience should not prick me in the future…I should not look back at the this tenure of my life and feel like a complete looser… and hence I put all that it takes to complete my work before the deadline (that’s an over statement, generally it is on the D DAY)…at times it ends up taking all my leisure time…as I end up working more than the prescribed 9.10 hrs. Some kind of Company Policy.. It can’t be 9.05 hrs also… One of the manager said, “U folks have to clock in 9.10 hrs… Else u will be sacked..” In this recession time, when I open my inbox with fingers crossed, cause I have this constant reoccurring nightmare of seeing my TERMINATION LETTER.. So with fear in my mind… I Give my 100 percent in spite of myself.. With the kind of person am… I don’t like working after the prescribed time slot.. And I have my own self-made crazy explanations for all this…1) Working late gives me a feeling of a bloody fool… a person who is not good enough to complete her work on time…2) I believe that life is lived once.. So enjoy it as if you don’t live till tomorrow…3) Working and living on your own… so What is missing in your present phase of life is Family.. And now my friends are my family.. So I prefer to spend time talking to them…In spite of all the odds, I still end up working late (and this late hours come ONCE IN A BLUE MOON)… But I Still wonder.. The question that iterates through an infinite loop in my mind is –“how far is it worth all the pain? Am I doing justice to my job? Above all am I doing justice to myself?”In this long year of all work and seldom fun phase of my life.. What have I learnt? How good am in the technology am working? I personally feel if given a basic Computer knowledge (which even a kid has now) and GOOGLE any average TOM DICK AND HARRY can code… any doubt? Readymade foolproof tested solutions are available in the WWW World… Where you make your mark is in some small not so complicated logic you write.. Back in my college days.. I still remember I was so bad in Computers.. I was not like those techies… who knew all the damn shortcuts of the computer.. I was a novice.. You ask me What is ur PC’s configuration.. I would be blank.. As I have never stepped into that area. The whole credit can be attributed to my brother. He knew it all right from the scratch.. I still remember those days when I used to gape at him while dismantling the CPU to work on something which he used to call “THE MOTHER BOARD”*All I Did was standing there perplexed… as the whole thing seemed beyond my level..*. I was this ignorant person who knew nothing about computer.. From that person who did not know the nuance of coding or computer to what am right now Has been a roller coaster ride.. A lot of heart breaks… many disappointments… stress that would eat me up… times when I forgot to smile… times when I forgot to celebrate my small success (let be the silliest thing I got on my screen for the first time).. All that I see around me is the competition to reach to the TOP… in this rat race to make a position I have forgotten how to live….PPL say we work for life…but where does the whole concept of life exist when u just don’t live…u r nothing more than the machine…which starts its processing at 8.30 am and continues till 6.00 am…even machines are more luckier than us…as they can hang themselves…and no one questions them…but we even a slight delay in the deliverables…we know what we r going to face…we have to complete our work…in spite of the fact that its human to be lazy or not in a mood certain days…but all these can happen only in the weekdays…those small weekdays…which are just available to do what we want to…cause of this undue pressure…most of us spend the weekends doing nothing other than “Lazing” around at home sweet home…These mundane days, weeks, months and years…make this sect of people nothing more than computer itself…. In Spite of all this I have this wide smile on my face on the month end… I check my bank account to see the huge lump of money I get… Again this salary hikes is different for different ppl… if u fare really well.. You have an amazing pay… else you are one among those thousands… you got to make your position some how… And the criterions to make yourself eligible for the BIG MONEY is-a) Work as though work is the only thing u know to do… If you are confronted with the question “ A Romantic dinner with the gal of your life or the pending work?” Without a second thought your answer ought to be WORK…b) You have a series of exams (famously known as CERTIFICATIONS) a dread to most of them.. You have got 3 tries and you got to score a damn 65 to clear them… Man I have never seen 65 on my scorecards during my Graduation… Now I struggle to get the magic number…c) FUN that word should be an alien to you… People are watching you.. If u have fun than the co-workers prescribed limit than be prepared for all kind of talks…. d) Have this wide smile on your face (though a fake one)… else how can you enter the good books of your peer… In all to reach the top, you have to suppress the individual in you… and wear the magic MASK to win Hearts of PM, PA and also the SEs… Then you get the accolades, the not so deserved appraisals and a gang of “FAIR WEATHERED FRIENDS”… In this whole process of seasoning to get tuned to the corporate world, you are reduced to nothing but a “CERTIFIED SLAVE”…Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-44833171629587942052009-03-06T06:56:00.000-08:002011-05-23T21:45:48.547-07:00Which FACE of India does the Elite Want to see?Laying on my sofa watching one of the most happening shows on The TV THE BIG FIGHT is one of the very few things that make me feel good... And this particular "WAR OF WORDS" episode that was going on was all the more interesting... Cause today the topic of the battle is THE SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE...<br />YES, The fight is on the same movie that managed to win 8 Oscars... And today I see the argument on "If India should celebrate this victory So much". Some Thing that is thought provoking isn't?<br />This was something that forced my lazy brain to think...Does India really needs to be so thrilled... I agree this has got AR (the Mozart from the South) his well deserving recognition...and also Resul cause all his efforts won him THE BEST... This movie has definitely got Indian Sound Duniya a new platform in the world...This Movie has done loads of good things to this particular stream of Indian Art and entertainment... And I Bet every body would agree to it... Indians being a sect of people who are used to celebrate even a cow's pregnancy... It is isn't too surprising that they are celebrating this event... Come on we should be happy cause Children from the "dirty slums" of Mumbai went all the way to LA to walk the red carpet... 2 Indians won Oscars for the country... Yes this is definitely something we have to celebrate...<br />But the debate was...why is India celebrating when the DARK SIDE of India has been shown to the whole world... The fight is cause this movie has made whooping sales at the box office unveiling the side of India that we were not ready to expose... India has been this for ages.... So why don't we have the mind set to accept the flip side of our nation... Are we over reacting just because an outsider pointed it out? These slums, the beggary business has existed in India from time immemorial... As was said by one of the Panel members in the show (sudhir Mishra) "We never reacted when Traffic Signal (madhur bhandarkar) was made... That also showed the misery existing in our slums..." So my question is why are some people reacting to the accolades that slumdog millionaire is receiving...<br />The next issue was the Movie title... Come on that was something that was truly unintentional.... The movie was not named cause they thought Indians were supposed to be Jhopar Patti ke Kutte... According to me, it was named cause the whole screenplay was about the rags to riches story... It just showed that EVERY DOG HAS HIS DAY.... The whole emotional drama on the title was completely baseless (strictly my views..)<br />Big B's comments on Slumdog have sparked a debate about the Western media's view of India. The movie actually has everything that symbolizes India for the westerners - slums, the Taj, rusty trains, a reference to Bollywood and even a BPO. What more could a westerner want to relate to this story set in modern day India? This makes me think which Face of India does the ELITE want to see... If Slumdog is not real India , then is Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gham or Rab Ne Bana De Jodi(I Just hope I got the movie name right) the real India... The elite are reacting cause they feel India is what they see in their Page 3 parties... Ladies draped in designer clothes and men in their GUCCI suites as it is shown in BOLLYWOOD movies... Is that truly India? If that is what they think... I think it's high time they take off their goggles and get the windows of their cars down and look around... Then they can see the real India... As the Times Of India stated "If Big B felt emotionally hurt seeing the picture Western folks have about India.. Then come on he should make a picture on the newly formed Beggars of The Wall Street.."<br />As Sudhir Mishra said in the show..." Why can't we view this movie as an art? Why can't we see this as a collaboration of two cultures? Masters from both the culture has come together and made a movie...and this movie does need the appreciation. The movie is definitely a good move, probably not the best... as it is a movie with positive note... It is a movie of Hope and optimism. "<br />In my personal opinion, there is no use of arguing about the thing, which has happened... If we really felt bad about the current situation shown in the movie... its up to us to take the first move.... Work as a group for the betterment... Isn't this something to Ponder On???Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-54646409277960649762008-12-15T08:14:00.000-08:002011-06-13T04:55:23.511-07:00As egg is an egg….<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1N1nZg6HMREwBQKF2dwzcJLjC8-kczLx3gA1v4sMIVfTnvnGCRZ14oJpHmV_bqw6e54vVLnWe11HNQkND2IIbVnBZFaR4cYM1s5vcTcGAO4AOgp8D6gvRmCLfp6hpeWnD0Teapva79ww/s1600/bfast.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvkGI8Zfsc0Fai-NlAxpgl735Yf2bH-4TfQfzfp0oOv3OJ1SRAMv0fdZpIuix4dslnQ3NOmkhUEw5e0tppKiP-qbK4xdez7bgPkrf8MJT3VwDmVbBegyShOf3wI5UVPf0N4l445hfVx_g/s1600/egg-m.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvkGI8Zfsc0Fai-NlAxpgl735Yf2bH-4TfQfzfp0oOv3OJ1SRAMv0fdZpIuix4dslnQ3NOmkhUEw5e0tppKiP-qbK4xdez7bgPkrf8MJT3VwDmVbBegyShOf3wI5UVPf0N4l445hfVx_g/s320/egg-m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617670911142088898" /></a><br />Today as I sit all relaxed in my cubicle…lazily going through the <strong>daily lousy forwards</strong>…greeting u a good morning, afternoon and a good night...these are the kind of mails which all the souls in software field would know …these are the mails which I personally detest… as I really don’t appreciate a fake good wishes to a person whose face u hardly can recollect…I bet those who forward these wont remember any of the faces of the people not in city they reside in..so y take the unnecessary formality when u don’t mean a thing…as I have no work now other than the little finger exercise ,i.e., 2 of my fingers dancing between the shift + del keys on my keyboard…now to ppl who are not tech savvy (not that all working with me including me in this IT ocean are “tech savvy”) would be wondering what is this shift + del… to articulate myself better to all the folks reading me…I should just say that I was deleting those fake mails <strong>“permanently”</strong> from my inbox…<br />As I sit squirming on my seat restlessly thinking of the day’s set of activities…I realize I have done nothing worthwhile as of now…did nothing but open my communicator and chat with all my fellow employees as jobless as me… looking back I realize that not even a single thing I Did today has given me the slightest sense of fulfillment…<div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1N1nZg6HMREwBQKF2dwzcJLjC8-kczLx3gA1v4sMIVfTnvnGCRZ14oJpHmV_bqw6e54vVLnWe11HNQkND2IIbVnBZFaR4cYM1s5vcTcGAO4AOgp8D6gvRmCLfp6hpeWnD0Teapva79ww/s320/bfast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617670917778832834" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " />now this is something which makes me feel like a zilch…. Now this is a feeling any person born under the proud sun sign of “LEO” can tolerate…so as my daily routine goes I tried to satisfy me trying to find at least one silly(there is no lower limit to this variable) thing which I did I would say give me a satisfaction…after racking my head…. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I pop out with the answer “he</span>y, you had bread and eggs for the break fast…”… As egg is one my hot favorites I felt really happy…and again I had that cheese on my face…<div><div><br />As I work for software company and have a taboo that I “work for 8.80 hrs” a day... I sit on my chair allowing my wild sense of imagination to go amble about to any place…then I started wondering why an egg of every thing made me feel so happy…. An egg which has a really funny shape according to me….not a complete round...Nor an ellipse…but something else….An egg which smells so bad when had raw…I really had no answer to this question… as people say “some questions can never be answered”.. This was one of them… one which I could not find an answer to…<br />This egg whose origin I can never discover even if I had the highest of the degrees in my hand…cause it is one of the most old unsolved puzzles of the world…which came first the chicken which lays the egg or the egg which cracks open to become a chick…now if I try to answer this puzzle with my tiny brain…it would be an undue waste of energy for me…cause I think long- long ago I have read in one of the pages of my science text that..Functioning of brain requires burning of carbohydrates…and that means my energy which can be used fruitfully is being burnt out in some really petty activity…<br />After all this…I still have no answer to my question why does having an egg make me feel happy…may be because “AS EGG IS AN EGG”…</div></div></div>Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228658639099394451.post-66242708817898736282008-06-27T23:43:00.000-07:002008-06-27T23:56:15.179-07:00BLOG ON ?Laying on the bed wide awake on a lazy Saturday morning…the only thought that is going through my mind is <span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>WAT DO I BLOG ABOUT</strong></span>….<br />I SAT GARNERING THE NUMEROUS THOUGHTS CROSSING MY CHAOTIC MIND DECIDING WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT.... After hours together of confusion the end result is am left with out any topic…This ends up putting me in turmoil….And makes me wonder am such a big dodo…tat I can’t think about one topic to blog….<br /><br />All I Can say is I see a very <em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Murky future</strong></span></em> for my blogging…All the more I also have valid reasons for it-<br />1) My twin sister Miss. Lazy who is a part of me lets me do <strong><em>nothing</em></strong> the whole day.<br />2) Having become a Knave to one of the IT company now…amidst my so-called “hectic” schedule I don’t think I will be having the mind set to do….<br />3) More over when am jobless at office and I open the site all I can see is window reminding me that <strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">“THIS SITE IS BLOCKED ACCORING TO THE COMPANY POLICY”…</span></em></strong>Screw the company…<br /><br />Now this is my first blog and it is very important to me cause there 2 monsters – <span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><em>unni</em></strong> </span>and <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">amith</span></em></strong> to launch a scathing attack on my blog….And I expect no mercy from them….So am not expecting them to be munificent….<br /><br />In between this really tough brain work of thinking what to write about…I have already been distracted by phone call from my friend to just decide the <strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">PLAN FOR THE DAY</span></em></strong>….Now how are they going to understand my position….The difficulty am facing right now to place me on the right track of thought process…And this a bloody herculean task as my mind is a nomad and within no time it can reach places and corners of the world that too in time lesser than the time taken by the most latest technology…..<br /><br />After having wrote…ooopsss sorry typed quiet a bit the big question mark still remains…what do I blog on?Kee....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673691548573920367noreply@blogger.com7