Beatific Ambiguity - The Realization.

Note:- There is a huge twist in this story. Read through the entire post and you will find the twist at the end. You will only then know how this write up is special.

Dedicated to: You know who you are.

I had no intentions of looking forward to getting into a relationship. Commitments in a way scared me. I did not see myself ever wanting to meet a girl who could captivate me enough for me to be just myself in her company, shunning all the dramatic nonsense I usually do when I go out with different versions of the opposite gender. To me, most of them seemed to be the same with very minor variations. Self conscious, trying to be sappy all the freaking time, checking their make up in what they think is the time I am not noticing them, having the latest trend of the hair style that makes their head look like a huge sparrow nest and at times, brains bewitched enough to spend thousands on gifts for me. I just didn’t get it. No matter how many of them I went out with and shared unbelievable horrible jokes – for which they laughed like it was the funniest thing of the century – with, it always stayed as a one day entertainment factor for me, it failed to reach me personally.

It was just another day, I thought, reminding myself not to use the phone a lot and gearing up to talk endlessly as I packed my bag and checked my hair style in the mirror. Something seemed very out of place. A haircut, maybe. I rechecked if my camera and the additional lens were in their right spots in my bag and kick started my friend’s bike. It roared enough to awaken the whole neighborhood on that lazy Sunday morning. She was supposed to be meeting me at the mall. The rain clouds were gathering very prominently and I sped across the roads of Chennai; my Chennai. It has been two whole years since the bike I drove had kissed its streets and the feeling was just amazing as the breeze kissed me awake, prodding me to accelerate to the next degree. I parked the bike and came to the food court directly. She was waiting there, playing with her phone, making it ski on the table and catching it just before it fell. Nut case she is. I sat there, clicking a few pictures with my DSLR and posing for a few and making her take some, slowly relaxing myself and getting out of the sleep. This was about the second or third time I was meeting her and there was no need for either of us to pretend with each other. Being in my natural element, it felt good. As usual, I started bragging about the stupidity quotient of the mall we were in and she was slowly brimming with temper. I was beginning to enjoy it. After loafing around aimlessly in there, she finally made up her mind that she wanted to go to the bigger mall in the city. Women, I tell you. I always have this feeling that they know just exactly what they want and how to do a thing but they keep the men guessing and swear that they have no idea, hoping that all of a sudden we men could turn into mind readers and magician at the same time.

Some ten minutes later, we were driving towards the next mall, weaving our way through the traffic. She held my bag with my life, my camera in between and held onto some bar on the side of the bike’s seat. She kept shooing me off as I went on ranting about how Bangalore was a better place with a better climate and better looking girls to drool at. She kept telling me the directions, chiding me for not having listened to her to leave the bike and go by the train or bus. The sky was threatening to open up any moment and I was determined to reach the place before it started drizzling. The wind kept lashing my face with cold streaks of atmosphere and I shivered as we entered the parking lot. As usual, we headed straight to the food court and went around searching for the right place to buy food from. It wasn’t surprising that she pointed straight at the only vegetarian outlet there. It beat me how people could survive eating just green things – vegetables, greens, peas, fruits. Eew. I pitied them very genuinely and considered them very unlucky and cursed souls. But there I was, dragging myself to the vegetarian food. I ordered a plate of fried rice for the both of us and with one last sigh looking at all the chicken barbecue on the either side of me, I moved to the place where she was sitting, rotating her mobile between her fingers. Hardly 5 minutes into eating, she demands fried cauliflower and I go to wait in the long queue yet again. I could not get myself to say no to her. And it was just not fair because she seemed incapable of demanding anything that came with a huge price tag. I kept glancing back at the table and saw her concentrating very hard on doing something to the food on my plate. 10 highly irritating minutes later I walked back to the table with steaming hot manjurian and I saw that she had arranged the rice in such a manner that I could read her name between it. She smiled. I clicked a couple of pictures and ate the whole thing up, telling her how the manjurian reminded me of another girl in my past life and the story that related to it. She hummed at the right places and listened to me attentively. After eating at a torturous slow pace, we moved and walked around only to stop for ice golas. I picked up my favourite orange and she picked up a seemingly boring looking lychee flavor. Are girls always like that? They pick up the exact thing that will disgust guys and make them run for their lives.

We settled to some bench like thing where I spotted a really nice looking girl. After inquiring about the name of the hair cut she had and naming her as my dark parrot, I spoke more about myself. She was listening dreamily. She then clicked a picture of my tongue much to my horror – all of my mouth was painted in bright orange. Too many girls around. I couldn’t afford to look like an idiot. She had the time of her life, laughing at how much I could crib about my hair style and all my choices of sun shades that we tried to shop for me. We went through the movie hall waiting lobby, walked through practically all the floors, staring out through all the windows. Do women find pleasure in proving men that they are always right and not listening to them makes us men wrong? This one sure seemed to have some weird fun in telling me that I should’ve listened to her. It was raining cats and dogs outside and there was no way we could venture out of the mall. She had wanted to go to the beach and it didn’t look like she was looking forward to a drenching ride. We went down to the ground floor, to the centre of the mall where a gigantic Christmas tree stood with many hanging stream lights falling from the ceiling. It looked like all the kids less than 3 years of age in the city had been brought to that very place then. I was only too delighted to go clicking each of their cute expressions. She sat on some bench, tired of walking around for hours together.

I should admit that it was absolute delight bringing to use my 46k worth camera. I shifted lenses and for the next half an hour, I was lost in my own world. Occasionally, she would tag at my collar, looking at some adorable kid – her cue to me, asking me to click a picture of the kid she was looking at. I took some shots of her too, when she was posing for me and when she was dreamily look away somewhere. After what seemed like forever, the rain subsided and we decided to rush to the beach in between. Standing at the counter to pay the parking fee, I looked around at a couple walking beneath a single umbrella and wished I could capture that moment. When you become the owner of a camera, at least for a few months, the world seems to be arranged in various frames for you, waiting to be captured by you. I went around searching for the right route. I saw the tiny hotel that lay right across the street from the western side of the mall where I had had breakfast for the 2 years of my stay at Chennai. Only the board looked shinier now with a new coat of paint and I wondered silently how this huge mall had sprung up there all of a sudden.

Finding myself the right road, I felt at home, driving through lanes that I had lost touch with, those that had frozen in my memories that were now 2 years old. At that moment, I forgot about the girl on my bike, about the people in my life, about the responsibilities that governed me. Chennai was experiencing the best weather of the year and I accelerated even more, slowly taking in all the surroundings that then seemed to exist with a new shine after the showers. It somehow existed in the male adrenaline to enjoy the higher numbers of the speed factor. I had fun looking at the speedometer rising and falling every now and then. The beach welcomed me. It was hardly six in the evening and it was already growing dark. I parked my bike along the road adjacent to the beach sand and got myself an orange ice-cream bar. She pointed towards a bajji stall and jumped excitedly, running towards it even before I could catch up with her. I looked around at the waves there and she was visibly happy to be there. We ordered some and I took hold of my camera again, giving my bag to her.

I went around, running behind couples at a safe distance, capturing anything from human beings to crows to dust bins. She sat there in a small plastic chair clutching my bag tightly, shivering visibly and trying to eat an onion bajji. It was fun watching her to that. She hardly seemed to know how to eat it. I should admit, it was extremely tasty and hot, just the right thing to eat in the climate. We walked right to the waves under her blue umbrella, the winds accelerating to the wailing forties. At the sight of the waves, she ran into the water, making footprints on the wet beach sand. It was pure delight for me, capturing her, the waves, the rain clouds. I made her pose for a few pictures and she screamed in delight at my annoyed face when the waves refused to spare my branded shoes. Only I knew that those were my only pair of socks for the next 2 days as well. After she satisfyingly wrote our names on the beach sand and took one last glance at it, we walked back towards the bike. It was almost completely dark by then save for the street lights and a few ice-cream stands that were minimal on that rainy day. She was walking bare foot next to me, happy all over. As she tried to put on her sandals somewhere in between, she extended her hand towards me. I stood there wondering what I was supposed to do. “Hold my hand you idiot!” she said and I immediately extended mine and understood she needed it for balancing as she put on her footwear. Instinctively, I wrapped my left arm across her shoulder and held her close to me. Now that I think of it, I don’t have any clue how I did what I did do at that moment but it somehow felt right. I started the bike and she got on. I sped through the roads again, the rain starting to pour slowly. She directed me around and I filled her in with more stories of myself. I could feel her right hand gripping my shoulder tightly. It gave me a rush to speed on. The grip froze right there as if he hand was bound to my shoulder. Her fingers hardly moved.

At one point, I was beginning to wonder if she was guiding me through all the wrong ways just to prolong the ride and I asked it aloud too. In a way, I didn’t mind it. The ride was easily moving up to the top ten best rides of the year. I didn’t mind it, apart from the fact that the drizzle was settling down at a more regular pace and my fingers were going numb. I stooped the bike at what seemed to be the last signal near her house and what seemed to be the longest as well. I rested my left elbow on her leg and thought about the day. Beautiful it sure had been. We went to the MC Donald’s nearby and only while leaving from there it struck me that we had no picture of us together taken for that day. My friend who had come to meet us there clicked a few snaps of us as she sat snugly next to me, my arms around her shoulder and her head resting against mine – I am definitely a few inches taller than her. I walked her to the lane nearby and told her to be safe and text me after she reached home. She nodded and hugged me goodbye at the same spot where I had waved at her a few months ago.

Somewhere in the night, around 12, when I was messaging her and reflecting on the day, I admitted that though I had spoken so much to her, everything that was about me and my life, it still felt like there was a lot more to share, a lot more to discuss about and I had no clue why. She told me that she was extremely happy that I had hardly used the phone when I was with her. That was something, I noted for myself. Between some text regarding how the day had been, she had dozed off. Eventually, I did too.

The next day seemed to be my nightmare hangover. I had to get back to Bangalore and get back to work. The cold outside was freezing me and I did not like it in the least when my office id wouldn’t let me login to work from home. My junior - Jun – starts messaging me and trying to calm me down. I grab a cup of hot coffee and settle down in front of my laptop, arranging enough pillows and bedspreads around me. A message pops on my screen: Have you ever dreamt of how your date should be, with the girl you would like to spend the rest of your life with? I smile. Of course, I smile. I want to take her to a mall, be myself, talk with her about me, never pretend to be anything that I am not, maybe have lunch with her and spend a quiet evening with her. My Jun hums.

I go back to the refrigerator to check if there’s any dairy milk silk left in there to on much on while I wait for someone from office to respond regarding the login problem I was facing. I come and read my last message on screen and some realization strikes. Some girls are not the same after all.


The Twist:-

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This post was written by 'MY' Junior aka Sivagnanavathy KSK.

P.S:- I just love her so so so so much. >:D<

My Wedding - through 'MY' junior's eyes

Hi People. Just felt like sharing a post which was written by 'MY' junior aka Sivagnanavathy KSK. Just click on the link below. You need to have some patience to read the entire post. Well, to throw some light on the post, as the title reads, It's about my wedding. :)

My Wedding - through 'MY' junior's eyes.

Leave back some comments on her post if you like it.

XoXo.. :)

Murphy's Laws on Women !!

Hope you have a good laugh after reading this.. I am quite sure all the guys will like this post. Courtesy:- Manisha from Malaysia

1. Chances are - If you think that a woman is beautiful, she will always have a husband, or a boy-friend - to prove it !

2. Chances are - The more beautiful a woman is, the greater the chances that, she may dump you !

3. Chances are - The more make up - a woman wears - she may look proprtionately uglier !

4. Chances are - the man standing next to a beautiful woman and chatting with her, may not be her brother !

5. Chances are - if the woman whom you like, likes you back, she may let you know about her interest in you, after you are married to another lady !

6. Chances are - The more you ignore a woman, the more she would be interested in you !

7. Chances are - The more you chase a woman, the faster she may run away from you !

8. Chances are - The more you like a woman, the more her father will dislike you !

9. Chances are - the number of bullets in the gun owned by the father of the woman you like, maybe directly proportional to the extent of your interest in his daughter !

10. Chances are - when you get a woman to be alone with you, her friend will come to meet her !

11. Chances are - when you get a woman to be alone with you, her friend who comes to meet her, will be a handsome and very exciting male hunk !

12. Chances are - the day, the woman whom you like comes to talk to you, that may be the day when, you are most badly dressed !

13. Chances are - the day, the woman whom you like comes to talk to you, that may be the day when, you forgot to brush your teeth !

14. Chances are - the day, the woman whom you like comes to talk to you, that may be the day when, you forgot to wear body deodarant !

15. Chances are - the day, the woman whom you like comes to talk to you, that may be the day when, you have an itch problem !

16. Chances are - the day, the woman whom you like comes to talk to you, that may be the day when, you have a gas problem in your tummy !

17. Chances are - the day, the woman whom you like comes to talk to you, that may be the day when, your ex-girl friend comes to re-concile with you !

18. Only 35 % of the women in this world are supposed to be beautiful. Chances are that, it is only the balance 65 %, who may be in your company !
A Must read for people who had/will have 'Arranged' Marriage. Nice write up. It's quite lengthy but you will like the way it is written.

பெற்றோர்களால் நிச்சயிக்கப்பட்டு திருமணம் செய்த/செய்யப்போகும் அன்பு உள்ளங்களுக்காக…

என் ரெண்டாவது பொண்ணு அப்படியே என்ன மாதிரி , நல்ல சூட்டிப்பு. அவளுக்கு இப்பவே ஒரு பாய் பிரண்ட் இருக்கான். என் மொதப் பொண்ணுக்குப் பதினாறு வயசாச்சு. இன்னும் அவளுக்கு ஒரு பாய் பிரண்ட் இல்ல , சும்மா பேச்சுக்குக் கூட ஒரு பையன வீட்டுக்குக் கூட்டிட்டு வந்ததில்ல. எப்படித்தான் கரை ஏறப் போறாளோ ? – ஒரு அம்மாவின் அங்கலாய்ப்பு.

திடும் … திடும் … திடும் …

கலாச்சாரக் காவலர்கள் , கலவரப்பட்டுக் கத்தியைத் தூக்க வேண்டியதில்லை. Drop your weapons, I say!

சம்பாஷணை நடந்தது ஐரோப்பியக் கண்டத்தில் , கவலைப்பட்டவரும் ஒரு ஐரோப்பியர்.

அங்கெல்லாம் பதின்ம வயது வந்ததும் பெத்தவங்க “ உன் வாழ்க்கை உன் கையில் ” னு நிஜமாகவே தண்ணி தெளித்து விடுகிறார்கள் , அதுக்கு முறையாக சென்ட்-ஆப் பார்ட்டி கூட உண்டாம்.

ஆனா நம்மூர்ல பையனோ பொண்ணோ ஸ்கூல் , காலேஜ் , வேலைக்குப் போயி , கல்யாணம் பண்ணிக்கற வரைக்கும் பெத்தவங்களோட ராடார் ப்ரீக்குவன்சிக்குள்ளதான் இருந்தாகணும்.

வைரமுத்து சொன்ன மூணாம் எட்டில் எல்லாம் இங்க யாருக்கும் திருமணமே நடக்கறதில்லை. நாலாம் எட்டுலதான் பசங்க செட்டில் ஆகவே ஆரம்பிக்கிறாங்க. ( இங்க “ செட்டில் ” ஆகறதுங்கற வார்த்தைக்கான விளக்கம் நபருக்கு நபர் வேறுபட்டாலும் , சாகற வரைக்கும் நம்ம மனசு செட்டில் ஆகாதுங்கறது வேற விஷயம்.)

பொதுவா நம்ம ஊருல பெத்தவங்களாப் பாத்து நிச்சயிக்கிற திருமணம் , மத சடங்குகளைத் தவிர்த்து , பெரும்பாலும் ப்ராசஸ் எல்லாம் ஒரே மாதிரியாத்தான் இருக்கும். சில வீட்டுல சீக்கிரமாப் பொண்ணு பாக்க ஆரம்பிச்சிருவாங்க , சில வீட்டுல ஒத்தப்படை , கண்டம் , திருநள்ளாறுனு கொஞ்சம் லேட்டாகும்.

நம்ப ஆளுகளும் பொறுத்துப் பொறுத்துப் பாப்பாங்க. வேலைக்கு ஆகலேன்னா “ அழுத புள்ளைக்குதான் பால் ” னு புரிஞ்சுக்கிட்டு , வீட்டுக்கு போனப் போடும்போதெல்லாம் “ இப்போதான் ரமேஷ் கல்யாணத்துக்குப் போயிட்டு வந்தேன் , ரவி கல்யாணத்துக்குப் போயிட்டு வந்தேன் ” னு ஜாடையா பிட்டப் போட்டுப் பாப்பாங்க. அசரலேன்னா , கூட்டாளி ஒருத்தனப் புடிச்சு “ அப்புறம்.. , இவனுக்கு எப்போ ” னு மெதுவா வீட்டுல கேக்கச் சொல்லுவானுக. எதுக்கும் மசியலேன்னா கொஞ்சம் கிரிமினலா யோசிக்க ஆரம்பிச்சிருவாங்க. பொண்ணுக கிட்ட அடிக்கடி பேசற மாதிரி ஒரு செட்-அப் பண்றது. இல்லேன்னா பொண்ணுகளோட வெளிய போற மாதிரி ஒரு பாவ்லா காட்றதுன்னு உருண்டு பொரண்டு எப்படியாவது தங்களோட கல்யாண ஆசைய வீட்டுக்குத் தெரிவிச்சிருவாங்க.

ஆனா என்னிக்காவது வீட்டுல இருந்து , “ சரி உனக்குப் பாக்கலாமாப்பா ” னு கேட்டா மட்டும் , உடனே வெறச்சுக்குவானுக. என்னமோ இதெல்லாம் இவனுகளுக்குப் புடிக்காதுங்கற மாதிரி “ ம்ம்.. பாக்கலாம் பாக்கலாம் ” னு சலிச்சுக்குவானுக.

அவங்களும் “ வேற யாரையாச்சும் மனசுல வெச்சிருக்கியாப்பா ” ன்னு இவன் கண்ணாடி முன்னாடி நின்னுக்கிட்டு இருக்கும்போதுதான் கேப்பாங்க. இவன் எப்படியும் மனசுல ஒரு பத்துப் பதினஞ்சு பேர வெச்சிருப்பான். அதெல்லாம் சம்பந்தப்பட்டவங்களுக்குத் தெரியுமா அப்படிங்கறதுதான் இங்க கேள்வியே ? கடைசியா ஒரு மாதிரியா மூஞ்சிய வெச்சுக்கிட்டு ” சரி என்னமோ பண்ணுங்க போங்க ” அப்படின்னுட்டு பர்மிஷன்(!) குடுத்துருவான

ஆனா “ என்ன மாதிரி பொண்ணுப்பா உனக்குப் பாக்கறது ?” ன்னு அவங்க கேட்டாத்தான் இருக்கு தீபாவளி.

முதல்ல எல்லாரும் முன்னுரிமை தர்றது புறத்தோற்றத்துக்குதான். இந்த விஷயத்துல ஒவ்வொருத்தருக்கும் ஒவ்வொரு கனவு இருக்கும். சிலருக்கு “ சின்ன வீடு ” பாக்யராஜ் மாதிரி , சாமுத்ரிகா இலட்சணத்தோட வேலைக்குப் போகாத ஒரு பொண்ணு வேணும். சிலருக்கு வேலைக்குப் போகக்கூடிய , திறமையான மற்றும் அழகான பொண்ணு வேணும். தன்னையும் புரிஞ்சுக்கிட்டு , பத்தாததுக்குத் தன்னோட குடும்பத்தையும் புரிஞ்சுக்கணும் , உயரம் அஞ்சே அரைக்கால் அடி இருக்கணும் , பேசுனா பாடுனா மாதிரி இருக்கணும் , பாடுனா ஆடுனா மாதிரி இருக்கணும் , அப்படி , இப்பிடின்னு ஆயிரத்து எட்டரை இருக்கும்.

நம்ப பொண்ணுகளும் இதுக்கெல்லாம் சளச்சவங்க இல்லை. அவங்களுக்குப் பையன் அழகா இருக்கணும் , ஆனா காதலிச்சிருக்கக் கூடாது. ஆன்-சைட்ல இருக்கணும் , ஆனா எந்தக் கெட்ட பழக்கமும் இருக்கக் கூடாது. நாட்டுப் பற்று இருக்கணும் , ஆனா மினிமம் H1B விசாவாவது வெச்சிருக்கணும். தாடி வெச்சா மாதிரி இருக்கணும் , ஆனா ஷேவும் பண்ணி இருக்கணும் – அப்படிங்கற ரேஞ்சுல அவங்களும் நெறைய வெச்சிருப்பாங்க. ( இத பத்தி வாலி கூடக் கொஞ்சம் விலாவாரியா சொல்லி இருக்கார்)

ஆனா ஒண்ணுங்க , இவங்கல்லாம் கேக்கறா மாதிரி எல்ல்ல்லாத் தகுதியோட இருக்கற ஒரு பொண்ணோ , பையனோ பாக்கணும்னா ஜேம்ஸ் கேமரோன் கிட்ட சொல்லித்தான் செய்யணும்.

இதுக்கெல்லாம் விதிவிலக்கா சிலபேரு “ எதிர்பார்ப்புதான் ஏமாற்றத்தத் தரும் ” னு புரிஞ்சுக்கிட்டு சூர்யவம்சம் சின்ராசு மாதிரி “ பெரியவங்க , நீங்களாப் பாத்து எதச் செஞ்சாலும் , அத நான் ஏத்துக்கறேன் ” னு கால்லேயே விழுந்திருவாங்க.

ஏன்னா , ஒவ்வொருத்தருக்கும் இது வாழ்க்கையோட செகண்ட்-ஆப். ஆதனால “ ஆயிரத்தில் ஒருவன் ” மாதிரி எதுவும் ஆயிடக்கூடாதுங்கறதுல ரொம்பக் கவனமா இருப்பாங்க.

என்னதான் இத்தன நாளா பஸ் ஸ்டாண்ட் , ரயில்வே ஸ்டேஷன் , சினிமா தியேட்டர்னு பல எடங்கள்ல இவன் பொண்ணு பாத்து இருந்தாலும் அதுக்கப்புறம்தான் ஆபீசியலா குடும்பத்தோட பொண்ணு பாக்க ஆரம்பிப்பான்.

சின்ன வயசுல , “ வாடா , கல்யாணத்துக்குப் போகலாம் ” னு கூப்பிட்டா , “ வேற வேலை இல்லை உங்களுக்கு ” ன்னுட்டு குடுகுடுன்னு கிரிக்கெட் வெளையாட ஓடிப் போயிருவான். ஆனா இப்போ , “ ஏம்மா , இந்த மாசம் யாருக்கும் கல்யாணம் வைக்கலையா , ஒரு பத்திரிகைக் கூட வரலே ” ன்னு கேக்கற அளவுக்கு மாறிப் போய்டுவான். ஏன்னா , எப்படிப் பாத்தாலும் எல்லாக் கல்யாணத்துலயும் , இந்த மாதிரிக் குறைஞ்சது கண்ணுக்குத் தெரியாம நாலஞ்சு குரூப் பொண்ணு பாத்துக்கிட்டுதான் இருப்பாங்க.

ஆக “ ஒரு கல்யாணத்துக்கோ , கோவிலுக்கோ போயி சைட் அடிக்கறவன் மனுஷன் , குடும்பத்தோட போயி சைட் அடிக்கறவன் பெரிய மனுஷன் ” ங்கறத அன்னலட்சுமி சொல்லாமேயே நாம புரிஞ்சுக்கணும்.

முதல கட்டமா “ தம்பி ஒரு நல்ல போட்டோ ஒண்ணு இருந்தா எடுத்துக் குடுப்பா ” ன்னு வீட்டுல கேப்பாங்க.

ஆனா அப்படி இவங்க ஒரு நாள் கேப்பாங்கன்னு சொல்லி , அந்த நல்ல போட்டோவ அவன் கடைசி ரெண்டு வருசமாத் தொடர்ச்சியா எடுத்துகிட்டுதான் இருந்திருப்பான்.

“ மாப்ள , என்ன மட்டும் ஒரு சோலோ எட்றா ” (MANI,KATHIR and ESWAR ,SHIVA) ன்னு எதாவது பிக்னிக் ஸ்பாட்ல யாராவது சொல்லி உங்க காதுல விழுந்தா , “ சோலோ ” அப்படின்னாலே ஒருத்தர மட்டும் எடுக்கறது தானே ? ன்னெல்லாம் அறிவு பூர்வமா ஆராய்ச்சி பண்ணாம , அங்க ஒருத்தர் மேட்ரிமோனிக்கு ப்ரோபைல் போட்டோ எடுக்க ட்ரை பண்ணிட்டு இருக்கார்னு அவரு ஜாதகத்தப் பாக்காமயே நீங்க பட்டுன்னு சொல்லிறலாம்.

“ ப்ளீஸ்டா , மறுபடியும் எட்றா , தல கலைஞ்சிரிச்சு / கண்ண மூடிட்டேன் ” னு கூடவே இன்னொரு சவுண்டும் வரும் கண்டுக்காதீங்க …

கூந்தல் வனப்புக் குறைஞ்சவங்க எதிர்காத்து இல்லாத எடமா நிக்கணும் , ஷாம்பூ கீம்பு போட்டு புஸ்ஸுனு வெச்சுக்கணும் , தொப்பை இருக்கறவங்க மூச்ச வேற நல்லா இழுத்துப் புடிச்சுகிட்டே சிரிக்கணும்னு போஸ் குடுக்கறதும் கூட ரொம்ப ஒரு கஷ்டமான வேலதாங்க.

இந்த போடோடோவ எடுக்க மாட்றவன்தாங்க , உலகத்துலேயே பெரிய பொறுமைசாலி.

இதுல பரஸ்பரம் மாத்தி மாத்தி எடுத்துக்கறதும் உண்டு. “ நான் பார் உன்ன நச்சுனு எடுத்திருக்கேன் , நீ ஏன்டா இப்படி எடுத்து வெச்சிருக்கே ” ன்னு அடிச்சுக்குவாங்க. இப்படி ஒருத்தருக்கு எடுக்கப்படும் சாம்பிள் சராசரியா 300 ல இருந்து 500 வரைக்குமாவது இருக்கும். (டிஜிட்டல் கேமராவக் கண்டு புடிச்சவன் நல்லா இருக்கணும்) இப்படி இது வரைக்கும் உலகத்துல எடுத்த சோலோவ பிரிண்ட் போட்டு அடுக்கி வெச்சா அகிலமே அரை கிரௌண்ட் மாதிரிதான் தெரியும்.வித விதமா , ரகம் ரகமா ட்ரை பண்ணி , ட்ரை பண்ணி அரைகுறை மனசோடதான் ஒவ்வொருத்தரும் அந்த பைனல் போட்டோவப் போட்டிக்கு அனுப்பறாங்க.

சில பேரு நேர ஸ்டுடியோவுக்கு போயி , சாந்தமா முகத்துல பால் வடிய , ஒரே ஷாட்ல மேட்டர சிம்ப்ளா முடிச்சிருவாங்க.

அடுத்து பயோடேட்டா , ஜாதகத்தோட அந்த நல்ல போட்டோவையும் வெச்சு சமுதாய நதியில கலக்க விட்றுவாங்க.(ஏனைய வழிகள் – மாட்ரிமோனி சைட் , மங்கள சந்திப்பு , சொந்தக்காரங்க விடு தூது இத்யாதி , இத்யாதி)

இந்தக் கால கட்டத்துல பசங்க ரொம்பக் கண்ணியமாவும் , கனிவாவும் , கவனமாகவும் நடந்துக்குவாங்க. அவங்க சம்பந்தமான ஆளுகளோட அப்பப்ப “ என்ன பாஸ் , உங்க பைல் க்ளோஸ் ஆயிடுச்சு போல ? நம்புளுது ஒண்ணும் முடிவே தெரியல ?” னு பரஸ்பரம் விசாரிச்சுக்குவாங்க. இதே கால கட்டத்துல அவங்களுக்குத் தெரிஞ்சோ தெரியாமலோ பெரும்பாலும் ஒரு பேக் ரவுண்ட் செக்கும் நடக்கும். (“ இது என்னோட நேர்மையக் கேலி பண்ற மாதிரி இருக்கு ” னு சொல்லவும் முடியாது)

எப்படியும் பத்து பொண்ணு போட்டோ வருதுன்னா , இவன் ஒரு ரெண்டு பேர செலக்ட் பண்ணி , அது டேலி ஆகி மேலிடத்துக்குப் (பெத்தவங்கதாங்க) போயி , லைட்டா ஒரு பேக்ரவுண்ட் ஸ்கேன் ஆகி , அப்ரூவல் ஆனதும் நேர நம்ம வில்லன் இருக்காரே , அதாங்க ஜோசியரு , அவருகிட்ட பைல் மூவ் ஆகும். அவரு வேறென்ன சொல்லிடுவாரு , “ ரெண்டு பொருத்தம் கூட இல்ல , மீறிப் பண்ணி வெச்சா 2012 ல உலகம் அழியறதுக்கு நாம் பொறுப்பாயிடுவோம் ” ங்கறா மாதிரி எதாவது சொல்லிடுவாரு.

இதே விளையாட்டு அங்க பொண்ணு வீட்டுலயும் நடக்கும். பெரும்பாலும் நம்மாள் செலக்ட் பண்ணி வெச்ச அந்தப் பத்துல ரெண்டு பொண்ணு , இவனப் பத்துல எட்டு ஆக்கி வெச்சிருக்கும். ஆக , என்னிக்கு ரெண்டு கிளியும் ஒரே சீட்ட எடுக்குதோ அன்னி வரைக்கும் இந்த விளையாட்டுத் தொடர்ந்துகிட்டே இருக்கும்.

ஒரு கட்டத்துல இந்த விளையாட்டு போர் அடிச்சுப் போயி , வெறப்பா “ மணல் கயிறு ” கிட்டு மணி மாதிரி இருந்தவங்க மொதல்ல கண்டிசன்ல இருக்கற AND Gate எல்லாத்தையும் OR Gate ஆ மாத்திப் பாப்பாங்க , அப்புறம் நாள்பட , நாள்பட கண்டிசன்களையே ஒவ்வொண்ணாக் கழட்டிவிட்டுக்கூடப் பாப்பாங்க. கடைசில ” பெட்ரோமாக்ஸ் கெடைக்கலேனா கூடப் போவுது , பந்தம் கெடச்சாக் கூடப் போதும் ” னு எதார்த்தத்துக்கு எறங்கி வந்தவங்க நெறையப் பேரு. .விட்டுக் கொடுத்தலே விவாகம் , காம்ப்ரமைஸ் தான் கல்யாணம் அப்படிங்கறத இங்க இருந்தே அவங்க புரிசுக்குவாங்க.

ரெண்டு குடும்பமும் பரஸ்பரம் செலக்ட் பண்ணி , ஜோசியர் சார் ஓகே பண்ணி , ஒரு நல்ல நாளாப் பார்த்து பொண்ணு பாக்க ஏற்பாடு ஆகும். பொண்ணு பாக்கப் போகும் போதே முக்காவாசி முடிவு பண்ணிட்டுத்தான் போவாங்க. அந்தக் கால்வாசிய முடிவு பண்ண ரெண்டு பேரும் தனியாப் பேசணும்னு சொல்லுவாங்க. பத்து விநாடி மௌனம் , முப்பது விநாடி ஸ்டார்ட்டிங் ட்ரபுள் , கொஞ்சம் உபசரிப்பு , சில சுய தம்பட்டம் , “ அது தெரியுமா , இது தெரியுமா ”, “ இது புடிக்குமா , அது புடிக்குமா ”, இடைல இடைல கொஞ்சம் வழிசல்னு ஒரு மாதிரியாப் பேசிட்டு வெளிய வந்திருவாங்க.

இதுதான் பொண்ணுன்னு உறுதி ஆயிட்டா , பிரச்னை இல்ல. இல்லேன்னா என்ன ? திரும்ப மேல இருக்கற பத்தியப் படிங்க.

ஒரு வழியா பொண்ணு ஓகே ஆயிடுச்சுன்னா , பெத்தவங்க தேதி குறிக்கறாங்களோ இல்லையோ , நம்மாளு மொதல்ல போன் நம்பரக் குறிச்சிக்குவான். அப்புறமென்ன ?

சங்கீத ஸ்வரங்கள் ஏழே கணக்கா , வேறே ஏதும் இருக்கா ?

சில பேரெல்லாம் ரொம்ப வெவரம். போகும் போதே , ஒரு சி.யு.ஜி பேக்கேஜோடதான் பொண்ணு பாக்கவே போறாங்க. இன்னும் கொஞ்சநாள்ல செல்போன்காரங்க இதுக்குன்னு தனியா “ சங்கீத ஸ்வரங்கள் ” னு ஒரு ஸ்கீம் விட்டாலும் விடுவாங்க போல.

இதுல நெறைய வெரைட்டி இருக்காங்க , பேட்டரி மாத்தி , சிம் மாத்தி , போன் மாத்தித் தொடர்ந்து பேசிக்கிட்டே இருக்கறது , விடிய விடியப் பேசறது , விடிஞ்சு எந்திரிச்சுப் பேசறது. அலாரம் வெச்சுப் பேசறதுன்னு , தொடர்ந்து நாப்பது மணி நேரம் பேசறதுன்னு சத்தமில்லாம நெறையப் பேரு கின்னஸ் சாதனை புரிஞ்சுகிட்டுதான் இருக்காங்க. இந்த மாதிரி ஆளுங்களப் பாத்தீங்கன்னா நைட் ஷிப்ட்ல இருந்து வந்த எபக்ட்லதான் காலைல ஆஃபீசுக்கே வருவாங்க.

போன்ல பேசற நேரம் போக அப்பப்ப சினிமாவுக்கோ , பீச்சுக்கோ , பார்க்குக்கோ வீட்டுக்குத் தெரிஞ்சோ , தெரியாமையோ போயிட்டு வருவாங்க. எங்க காலத்துல நாங்க பாக்காததா அப்படின்னு பெரியவங்களும் கண்டுக்காத மாதிரி விட்றுவாங்க.

இந்தக் காலகட்டத்தில் அம்பிகள் கூட ரெமோவாக மாறியதையும் , வீரவசனம் பேசிய பல ‘ மௌனம் பேசியதே ’ சூர்யாகளும் சரமாரியாகச் சரண் அடைந்ததையும் சரித்திரம் சிரிப்போடு , சந்தித்துக் கொண்டுதான் இருக்கிறது.

கல்யாண நாள் நெருங்க நெருங்க , பத்திரிகை விநியோகம் , புதுத் துணி எடுக்கறதுன்னு பரபரப்பாக் காலம் ஓடிரும்.

இன்னியத் தேதிக்கு நம்ம நட்பு வட்டாரங்களுக்குப் பத்திரிகை கொடுக்கறது ஒரு பெரிய விஷயமே இல்ல. ரெண்டே நிமிஷம். இன்விடேசன ஸ்கேன் பண்ணி , “Please consider this as my personal invite” னு மெயில்ல அட்டாச் பண்ணிட்டம்னா வேலை முடிஞ்சுது. ஆனா பழைய டைரியைத் தூசு தட்டி எடுத்து , “ மனம் கவர்ந்த மங்கையை மணக்கும் முன் மணவோலை அனுப்ப மறவாதே ” ன்னு ஆட்டோகிராப் போட்டுக் குடுத்த எல்லாக் கல்லூரி நண்பர்களோட அட்ரஸையும் கண்டுபுடிச்சு , அவங்களுக்குப் பத்திரிகையத் தபால்லேயோ/ நேர்லேயோ குடுக்கற சொகத்தக் கொஞ்சம் கொஞ்சமா நாம இழந்துகிட்டு வர்றோம் அப்படிங்கறத யாரும் மறுக்க முடியாது.

எந்த மதத்தவங்க கல்யாணமா இருந்தாலும் , கல்யாணத்துக்கு வர்ற நம்ப நண்பர்களுக்குத் தாகசாந்திக்கு வழி பண்ணலேன்னா நாம நன்றி மறந்தவங்க ஆயிருவோம். அப்புறம் எவளோ செலவு பண்ணிக் கல்யாணம் பண்ணினாலும் அதுல ஒரு புண்ணியம் இல்லாமப் போகக் கூட வாய்ப்பு உண்டு.

சரி கல்யாணத்துக்கு அப்புறம் என்ன ?

ஒரு நீலகலர் டப்பர்வேர்ல ( Tupperware) சாப்பாட்ட எடுத்துக்கிட்டு ஆபீஸ் போக வேண்டியதுதான். மறந்து விடாதீர்கள் மக்களே , கல்யாணத்துக்கு அப்புறம் ஒரு பெருமா ….. ற்றதுக்குத் தயாராகுங்கள்!

A tragic comedy story

This post is ONLY for people who can read and understand Tamil.

Well, I hope you people remember this girl, Shriya aka my junior. If not, she was the one who edited my previous blog post My life as a smoker and is going to edit my forthcoming blogs posts as well. :P A couple of days back she requested me for my pics. After sending all my pics, I asked her "why do you need the pics?" and she replied "Adha solla maattene :D". She is one big time loose, I thought. And this morning she asked a weird question, "Max kochikiteengana enna panuveenga?". Something jabbed me inside that she is going to do something stupid. "Enna matter nu sollu" "Adha solla maattene :D" came her hasty reply agin. After some two hours, I received a mail from her with a ppt file attached to it which said:

"I wish I knew how to add a song, mix sounds, cut sound clips, etc. :( Video pananum nu aasai. :( Epdinu terila.. Ipo patience ila! :s I wanna know how you will react to this! :s Hope you like it! :ss

With love,
Jun. "

I must also thank Mayank Raichura (my junior's bestie) for converting the ppt into a video with background scores. I have added both the presentations below. Just have a look and tell me what you think about it.

After going through the presentation, I was completely out of words. Two things were running in my mind. 1. Which dumbo in this world would spend his/her valuable time for creating a crazy presentation like this? 2. Who is the only girl that could banter me in all ways and could still bring a smile on my face? Both questions have the same answer. Shriya aka Junior. I don't want to boast about our relationship. Hope it’s something that goes along the lines of - lasts long, really long. Ding Dong!

P.S:- I am glad that I have you in my life, Jun. This boss loves you loads. :)

My life as a smoker

I would like to thank Shriya aka my Junior for helping me with this post. She fixed all the grammatical errors, advised me of sections that needed re-writing for clarity and also helped with the translation. Somehow she made me feel that I was writing a book and she was my editor for it. Thanks again junior.

Heya, people. Apologies for not posting anything here for a long, long time. The last time, I told you guys that I am going to come up with a love story. Well now, I have just held it in abeyance until I find some solid time to write it. In fact, I have two beautiful love stories which I HOPE to post in the near future. Life is really getting hectic these days. It’s not that I am completely busy. Even though I am free most of the time, I find myself engaged with something or the other that hinders me from writing blog posts. If you think I’m the same Fahad whom you met some three months ago, I am afraid that you need to THINK again. I have changed a lot in these three months; my thoughts, habits, lifestyle, attitude and most importantly my SHAPE. I have gained a lot of muscle (it’s actually fat) and put on up to 4 to 5 kilos. This post is about a thing/incident which made me change one of my bad habits, SMOKING. Before I start with the post let me share something which I read somewhere - Change is inevitable. Change will happen. Change is happening. Every moment is a new moment. The last moment changed into this moment. And this moment will change into the next. This moment is all there is. That is it, this moment. This is so frigging true.

It’s been four months or so since I slipped into Bengaluru. Somehow I still like the name Bangalore (just like I still call myself a Madras man rather than Chennai man despite the fact that I am not from that city) which was renamed to Bengaluru by the Government of Karnataka three and half years ago. I stayed with one of my best friends since my childhood, Arun Nagarajan aka Uthamarasa. If you have read all my previous blogs, then, you would remember this guy. A very good friend and the bestest roommate anyone can get. He is a nerd. Sort of. Okay. Let me be genuine in telling the facts. He is one complete nerd but still I liked his company. We used to eat our dinner in a nearby PG mess run by an old kannadiga couple. Uncle and Aunt, they both speak Hindi, Kannada and some broken Tamil and that’s how I managed talking to them since I don’t know to speak neither Hindi nor Kannada. Days passed by and I didn’t like eating the same routine food (Chapattis with some North Indian Sabji and Curd rice). I started hating the food and avoided going there most of the days. Aunty liked me very much for the reason which is yet to be ascertained. May be she thought I was a nice guy. Lol. Most people think a guy who has boyish or innocent looks to be a nice guy and many of them are actually wrong in their assumptions. If you ask me, I will say that I don't know. All I know is that, unlike others, I don't pretend to be one.

And then my college mate Deepak Baskaran shifted to Bangalore and I had no choice but to move with him. I missed my old room and my roommate very much. I also came to know that not all best friends can be best roommates. I occasionally visit Arun. One such time was this weekend. I stayed there with him after nearly two months. I got up late on Sunday and we cooked our lunch. It was already 3 PM and I had a craving for cigarette. Immediately I went to the nearby petty shop to get a cigarette. I don’t know if you guys really know this. I smoke. It all started during freshman year. I began smoking for showing off (In simple words, Scene podrathukku adikka aarambhichaen) and it became a habit later. It’s now eight long years. I don’t like to look back at the past. Anyway, from one packet a day during college, it slowly got reduced to two or three per day recently. The main reason behind this deflation in the number of cigarettes was my deteriorating health condition.

I went to that shop and asked for Gold flake Ultra lights, my brand lately. For your knowledge, I started with Wills Gold flake, then went on to Gold flake Kings, and then to Gold flake Lights and finally settled with Ultra lights. I can still recollect the days during college when our pockets were empty, we used to have even beedis. Those were THE days. I gave life to the cigarette and had the first puff with my ears plugged to the earphones. I *love* music. I started walking back to the room, completely mesmerized by Yuvan’s music with the lighted cigarette in my hand. As Sigmund Freud says, a cigarette is nothing but a roll of paper with fire on one end and a fool at the other. I (the fool), was having another puff when suddenly I felt someone approaching me in a fast pace. It appeared to me as if the person were going to give me a tight slap and by the time I reacted, the old lady pulled the cigarette out from my mouth and threw it in a nearby ditch. It took me sometime to understand what was really happening. After regaining my senses, I uttered aloud, “AUNTY!” She gave me a stern look and said, “Cigarette pudikkurathu thappu. Odamba keduthukatha” [Translation: Cigarette smoking is a bad habit. Don’t spoil your health]. That’s all she said and before I could reply her, she walked away in the same pace in which she had approached me. I turned back and in a jiffy she was gone. I kept looking at the empty street.

Avanga peru kooda ennennu enakku theriyathu. Naan nalla irukkanumnu ninaikkura antha gunam, naan santhoshama irukkaratha paathu avanga patta anantham, en ammava thavira vera yaarukkum irukkathunnu naan ninachathu thappunu purinjikittaen. [Translation: I don’t even know her name till date. The affection that was seen in her concern for me to stay healthy, and the happiness that reflected in her eye when she found me happy too, it totally changed my idea that I could never ever see that quality in anyone else but my mother.]

I would have slapped if someone did that to me, but I just smiled, looking at the empty streets. I patted the back of my head and started walking towards my room. All these eight years, I would have told at least a zillion times to my friends that I am going to quit smoking. They know me well. They never cared to listen. My mom, my sisters, my friends everyone kept insisting that I should quit smoking but I had seldom paid attention. Looking at the picture standing on the other side of the frame, she was just another person I had met in my life and so was I, to her. And still somehow, it mattered to her to do what she did, when she saw me smoking and still somehow, it came down as a big blow to me. This one little incident made me realize the power of affection. Somewhere deep down me, something twitched. Honestly, I have been struggling to quit this habit since the time I had started it, but nothing had really helped.

Now, I am no more a smoker. Thanks to Aunty. I know it is a challenging task for me since my roommate is also a smoker. But I am mentally prepared for it. I just hope that it’s going to be easier than I think. It’s time to grieve and cry – to mourn the loss of cigarettes in my life. It amazes me how a little incident like this changes our lives completely. In a world full of pain and sorrow, how many times will you find someone who will make you feel wonderful? This is just one example I am sharing with you people.

And for you Mom, this is just the beginning. I have just started learning how to make you happy – not by doing good things but by not doing the bad things. And finally, the time has arrived for me to quit the bad habit. I am typing this last sentence with my right hand and there is a lighted cigarette (the last one in my life) on my other hand. One last puff, and I am no more a fool. :)

Who is your competitor?

An interesting management article from Dr. YLR Morthi, faculty member of IIM Bangalore. Excellent Stuff.

Who sells the largest number of cameras in India?

Your guess is likely to be Sony, Canon or Nikon. Answer is none of the above. The winner is Nokia whose main line of business in India is not cameras but cell phones.

Reason being cameras bundled with cell phones are outselling stand alone cameras. Now, what prevents the cell phone from replacing the camera outright? Nothing at all. One can only hope the Sony's and Canons are taking note.

Try this. Who is the biggest in music business in India? You think it is HMV Sa-Re-Ga-Ma? Sorry. The answer is Airtel. By selling caller tunes (that play for 30 seconds) Airtel makes more than what music companies make by selling music albums (that run for hours).

Incidentally Airtel is not in music business. It is the mobile service provider with the largest subscriber base in India. That sort of competitor is difficult to detect, even more difficult to beat (by the time you have identified him he has already gone past you). But if you imagine that Nokia and Bharti (Airtel's parent) are breathing easy you can't be farther from truth.

Nokia confessed that they all but missed the Smartphone bus. They admit that Apple's I phone and Google's Android can make life difficult in future. But you never thought Google was a mobile company, did you? If these illustrations mean anything, there is a bigger game unfolding. It is not so much about mobile or music or camera or emails?

The "Mahabharat" (the great Indian epic battle) is about "what is tomorrow's personal digital device"? Will it be a souped up mobile or a palmtop with a telephone? All these are little wars that add up to that big battle. Hiding behind all these wars is a gem of a question - "who is my competitor?"

Once in a while, to intrigue my students I toss a question at them. It says "What Apple did to Sony, Sony did to Kodak, explain?" The smart ones get the answer almost immediately. Sony defined its market as audio (music from the walkman). They never expected an IT company like Apple to encroach into their audio domain. Come to think of it, is it really surprising? Apple as a computer maker has both audio and video capabilities. So what made Sony think he won't compete on pure audio? "Elementary Watson". So also Kodak defined its business as film cameras, Sony defines its businesses as "digital."

In digital camera the two markets perfectly meshed. Kodak was torn between going digital and sacrificing money on camera film or staying with films and getting left behind in digital technology. Left undecided it lost in both. It had to. It did not ask the question "who is my competitor for tomorrow?" The same was true for IBM whose mainframe revenue prevented it from seeing the PC. The same was true of Bill Gates who declared "internet is a fad!" and then turned around to bundle the browser with windows to bury Netscape. The point is not who is today's competitor. Today's competitor is obvious. Tomorrow's is not.

In 2008, who was the toughest competitor to British Airways in India? Singapore airlines? Better still, Indian airlines? Maybe, but there are better answers. There are competitors that can hurt all these airlines and others not mentioned. The answer is videoconferencing and telepresence services of HP and Cisco. Travel dropped due to recession. Senior IT executives in India and abroad were compelled by their head quarters to use videoconferencing to shrink travel budget. So much so, that the mad scramble for American visas from Indian techies was nowhere in sight in 2008. (India has a quota of something like 65,000 visas to the U.S. They were going a-begging. Blame it on recession!). So far so good. But to think that the airlines will be back in business post recession is something I would not bet on. In short term yes. In long term a resounding no. Remember, if there is one place where Newton's law of gravity is applicable besides physics it is in electronic hardware. Between 1977 and 1991 the prices of the now dead VCR (parent of Blue-Ray disc player) crashed to one-third of its original level in India. PC's price dropped from hundreds of thousands of rupees to tens of thousands. If this trend repeats then telepresence prices will also crash. Imagine the fate of airlines then. As it is not many are making money. Then it will surely be RIP!

India has two passions. Films and cricket. The two markets were distinctly different. So were the icons. The cricket gods were Sachin and Sehwag. The filmi gods were the Khans (Aamir Khan, Shah Rukh Khan and the other Khans who followed suit). That was, when cricket was fundamentally test cricket or at best 50 over cricket. Then came IPL and the two markets collapsed into one. IPL brought cricket down to 20 over's. Suddenly an IPL match was reduced to the length of a 3 hour movie. Cricket became film's competitor. On the eve of IPL matches movie halls ran empty. Desperate multiplex owners requisitioned the rights for screening IPL matches at movie halls to hang on to the audience. If IPL were to become the mainstay of cricket, as it is likely to be, films have to sequence their releases so as not clash with IPL matches. As far as the audience is concerned both are what in India are called 3 hour "tamasha" (entertainment). Cricket season might push films out of the market.

Look at the products that vanished from India in the last 20 years. When did you last see a black and white movie? When did you last use a fountain pen? When did you last type on a typewriter? The answer for all the above is "I don't remember!" For some time there was a mild substitute for the typewriter called electronic typewriter that had limited memory. Then came the computer and mowed them all. Today most technologically challenged guys like me use the computer as an upgraded typewriter. Typewriters per se are nowhere to be seen.

One last illustration. 20 years back what were Indians using to wake them up in the morning? The answer is "alarm clock." The alarm clock was a monster made of mechanical springs. It had to be physically keyed every day to keep it running. It made so much noise by way of alarm, that it woke you up and the rest of the colony. Then came quartz clocks which were sleeker. They were much more gentle though still quaintly called "alarms." What do we use today for waking up in the morning? Cell phone! An entire industry of clocks disappeared without warning thanks to cell phones. Big watch companies like Titan were the losers. You never know in which bush your competitor is hiding!

On a lighter vein, who are the competitors for authors? Joke spewing machines? (Steve Wozniak, the co-founder of Apple, himself a Pole, tagged a Polish joke telling machine to a telephone much to the mirth of Silicon Valley). Or will the competition be story telling robots? Future is scary! The boss of an IT company once said something interesting about the animal called competition. He said "Have breakfast ...or.... be breakfast"! That sums it up rather neatly.

One flaw in Women

Another forward mail which I want to share with you all..

God doesn't give you the people you want; He gives you the people you NEED.... to help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you into the person you were meant to be.

One Flaw In Women

Women have strengths that amaze men....

They bear hardships and they carry burdens,

but they hold happiness, love and joy.

They smile when they want to scream..

They sing when they want to cry.

They cry when they are happy

and laugh when they are nervous.

They fight for what they believe in...

They stand up to injustice.

They don't take "no" for an answer

when they believe there is a better solution.

They go without so their family can have.

They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.

They love unconditionally.

They cry when their children excel

and cheer when their friends get awards.

They are happy when they hear about

a birth or a wedding.

Their hearts break when a friend dies.

They grieve at the loss of a family member,

yet they are strong when they

think there is no strength left.

They know that a hug and a kiss

can heal a broken heart.

Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.

They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you

to show how much they care about you.

The heart of a woman is what

makes the world keep turning.

They bring joy, hope and love.

They have compassion and ideas.

They give moral support to their

family and friends.

Women have vital things to say

and everything to give.



"The WILL of GOD will never take you where the GRACE of GOD will not protect you"

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