tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88800534626372689282023-11-27T14:15:57.548+05:30my effusionsthe chronicles of a journey called 'life'...Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-19244539179841500532012-07-15T23:00:00.001+05:302012-07-15T23:00:54.634+05:30Dignified Repose..: On deactivating a facebook profileI thought I must share this here.<br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> Mr. Nivash Shanmugham, S/o Bottle Mani. My friendship with
this guy has story and drama enough to qualify as film-worthy. We both are from
the same city and I never knew this guy until our college life began. Thanks to
Karthik Vasudevan, we met and the wavelengths matched – that was probably when
they figured out that doomsday is not far away! The first memory that I have of
him is that he ‘corrected’ a 6th std girl by giving a lollipop daily. Things
went fine (only for us) until he completed his UG. That was the time when he
became my roommate. I was working then and he was (apparently) doing his
Masters. He wouldn't share the house rent (even now he doesn't) and when we ask
he would say stories that would put those that Jeeva says in the ‘Nanban’ movie
to shame! And that was the year I barely saw him smile. And that probably was
when I got closer with him - when we shared love stories and failure stories
and most importantly, beer bottles. His girl had dumped him, all the companies
that had come for campus placements had narrowly escaped housing a disaster and
chose to overlook him much to his dismay and even his parents didn’t seem to be
very understanding or supportive back then. And somehow, he found solace in
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in what seems like a flash and we are left wondering with this questioned in
our minds: ‘What just happened?’ Somewhere when our jaws drop and a mosquito,
creates and runs a family and dies inside the mouth, we realize this – Life
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MANY. Plus understand the significance of repeated usage of the word here.
Consequently, he started spending less time with us. We began fighting like we
were a couple, husband and wife (people still pull our legs saying the same).
Terms began rotting, or so I thought, there was this one single incident that
shattered me completely and I decided not to be so close with him ever again. I
even went ahead and told my friends that he is just a roommate and not a friend
anymore. And the thing I hate about this guy is that he acts like a girl at
times. Girls I have seen till now, I mean. For example, if we have a terrible
argument one night, the next day he would pretend as if nothing ever really
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and directs otherwise, I couldn't. Sadly, we are still roommates. I had to see
his bleddy face daily. I read a saying on internet which said "Your best
friends are going to hurt you every once in a while, you must forgive them for
that". And I swear I keep forgiving this asshole every single minute for
all the trash he throws at me (imagery ma) and we continue to happily wreck
around with the happiness of everyone around. </span></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-19469918395517350512011-11-14T07:06:00.001+05:302011-11-14T11:58:36.722+05:30Psychos Never Die<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I don't know how to start this. It's been so, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">so</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> long since I wrote something; so long that I feel I have lost the writer in me. Nevertheless, I am writing this letter to you because I want to tell you something before you leave this place. I wish I had known you when I was young, or at least when you had hair on your head. Isn’t it strange - we both grew up in the same town, our houses just a hundred yards away, you had to pass my house (</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Devi Nagar</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Tollgate, as you call it) every time you had to go to your school and yet we never met. Had we met, these would probably been our mind voices: Nee - </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yaaruda ivan paal kudikkura pilakaa payyan mathiri irukkaan!</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Naan - </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yaaruda ivan domeru vella pannikku dress pottavan mathiri irukaan!</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> And with that and not a word said aloud, we might have walked past each other.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Vinayak Suzhi</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> happened when you became my roommate at </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Saidapet</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, to be precise, the post New Year party that we had had in our room with </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nivash</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. I was floored when you took my side and chastised </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nivash</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> for leaving me alone for the New Year eve's party. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> was the day. I still remember our stay at </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Saidapet</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> - the four psychos surrounded by </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Iyer-aathu</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> families, making us feel like aliens - how you used to </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">karichi kottify</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> the neighboring </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">maamis</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> for drowning all your snores in their loud and useless gossip, how we </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sighted</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> figures in our colony and how we fought over for the </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sundal</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> that they gave us in colony temple. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If asked to choose: friend or figure, you will always choose the former. And </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> is what I like in you (Actually, the main reason for that, as Nivash would say, is that you never have/ will have figures in your life). This is not the first time we are going different ways, it had happened a couple of years ago, when I had to leave for Bangalore for work. I don't remember if I’d had the same pain in my ass as I have now. I am quite sure you will miss this place, if not us (Nivash, Dinesh or me), the half plate Kuska, the </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sumaar</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> looking figures who will look back at you, the beach and many other worthless stuff.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As you know, I am a braggart. I usually brag a lot more when I am with you, just to make you talk and enjoy the comebacks that you give me. If there is some person who can surpass Santhanam or Siva Karthikeyan in giving counters, it will definitely be you. I am sorry that I pester you always, calling you </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sottai</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (sadly, that's the truth), or mentioning your dad or your shape, or your eight years engineering degree (that's the truth again), etc. The actual fact is, I like you to take the piss out of me. Not to forget the </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Murattu</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Singam</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> kavithais from you. You're truly a creator, man! If I manage o make a movie in my lifetime, for sure, you will be the comedy script writer of the film. If the saying, "</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Laughter is the best medicine</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">" is true, then I bet people who are with you will live for more than a hundred years. You have that in you, the knack of making people laugh so easily.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even after knowing life, the phases of it, I somehow cannot digest you leaving us. I know I am talking as though you are going to some other planet, but still, we will not be under the same roof again - fighting over silly things, mocking each other, make maggi and eating it together at home - the reason why I am delaying my marriage this long, for the life with you, Nivash and Dinesh. Bachelor's life is the best and you people are a true example for it. I get splinters in my stomach each time thought of you leaving us strikes my mind. I don't really want to show it and at the same time I cannot digest the pain. I wish you the very best for your future endeavors, wish you get back your hair (at least partially), wish you go to gym and become like Salman Khan, wish you get the most beautiful and caring wife (I seriously don't; that's just the part of the sentiment that I am putting). </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will miss you Mr. Pop Khan </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Idhu usualla naan ella ponnungalukku solra mathirinnu ninaikkatha). </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">No matter what, life is never going to be the same again for me, without YOU!</span></div>
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<b>P.S</b>- Perfectly, my blog hits its half century by immortalizing my only great friend who has crossed that milestone in life - Pop Khan</div>
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<b>Editing Courtesy</b>:- Sivagnanavathy Ksk aka Junior</div>
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Read through the entire post and you will find the twist at the end. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" id=":co" >You will only then know how this write up is special.</span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size:20pt;">----</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><b><u><span style="font-size:14pt;">Dedicated to</span></u></b><b><span style="font-size:14pt;">: </span></b><i><span style="font-size:14pt;">You know who you are</span></i><b><span style="font-size:14pt;">.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:large;">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. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:large;"> 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. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:large;"> 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 <i>vegetarian </i>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 <i>manjurian</i> 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 <i>manjurian</i> 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. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:large;"> 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. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:large;">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. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:large;">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 <i>bajji </i>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.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:large;">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 <i>bajji. </i> 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. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:large;">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. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:large;">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 <i>something</i>, I noted for myself. Between some text regarding how the day had been, she had dozed off. Eventually, I did too. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:large;">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: <i>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>I smile. <i>Of course</i>, I smile. <i>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.</i> My Jun hums.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:large;"> 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.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:large;"> The END</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Twist:-</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*Scroll Down*</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >*</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >This post was written by '<span style="font-weight: bold;">MY</span>' Junior aka Sivagnanavathy KSK.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">P.S:- I just love her so so so so much. >:D< </span></div></div></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-64812071601916879762010-11-08T16:14:00.005+05:302010-11-08T16:21:06.466+05:30My Wedding - through 'MY' junior's eyesHi 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. :)<br /><br /><a href="http://dignifiedrepose.blogspot.com/2010/10/story-will-be-named-soon.html">My Wedding - through 'MY' junior's eyes</a>.<br /><br />Leave back some comments on her post if you like it.<br /><br />XoXo.. :)Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-20993739862207779952010-07-15T11:03:00.001+05:302010-07-15T11:05:16.362+05:30Murphy'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<br /><br />1. Chances are - If you think that a woman is beautiful, she will always have a husband, or a boy-friend - to prove it !<br /><br />2. Chances are - The more beautiful a woman is, the greater the chances that, she may dump you !<br /><br />3. Chances are - The more make up - a woman wears - she may look proprtionately uglier !<br /><br />4. Chances are - the man standing next to a beautiful woman and chatting with her, may not be her brother !<br /><br />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 !<br /><br />6. Chances are - The more you ignore a woman, the more she would be interested in you !<br /><br />7. Chances are - The more you chase a woman, the faster she may run away from you !<br /><br />8. Chances are - The more you like a woman, the more her father will dislike you !<br /><br />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 !<br /><br />10. Chances are - when you get a woman to be alone with you, her friend will come to meet her !<br /><br />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 !<br /><br />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 !<br /><br />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 !<br /><br />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 !<br /><br />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 !<br /><br />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 !<br /><br />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 !<br /><br />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 !Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-923108309597072002010-07-07T14:16:00.002+05:302010-07-07T14:22:16.822+05:30பிரமச்சாரிகளுக்கு!<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">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. </span><br /><br />பெற்றோர்களால் நிச்சயிக்கப்பட்டு திருமணம் செய்த/செய்யப்போகும் அன்பு உள்ளங்களுக்காக…</span><br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> திடும் … திடும் … திடும் …<br /><br /> கலாச்சாரக் காவலர்கள் , கலவரப்பட்டுக் கத்தியைத் தூக்க வேண்டியதில்லை. Drop your weapons, I say!<br /><br /> சம்பாஷணை நடந்தது ஐரோப்பியக் கண்டத்தில் , கவலைப்பட்டவரும் ஒரு ஐரோப்பியர்.<br /><br /> அங்கெல்லாம் பதின்ம வயது வந்ததும் பெத்தவங்க “ உன் வாழ்க்கை உன் கையில் ” னு நிஜமாகவே தண்ணி தெளித்து விடுகிறார்கள் , அதுக்கு முறையாக சென்ட்-ஆப் பார்ட்டி கூட உண்டாம்.<br /><br /> ஆனா நம்மூர்ல பையனோ பொண்ணோ ஸ்கூல் , காலேஜ் , வேலைக்குப் போயி , கல்யாணம் பண்ணிக்கற வரைக்கும் பெத்தவங்களோட ராடார் ப்ரீக்குவன்சிக்குள்ளதான் இருந்தாகணும்.<br /><br /> 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.)<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> ஆனா என்னிக்காவது வீட்டுல இருந்து , “ சரி உனக்குப் பாக்கலாமாப்பா ” னு கேட்டா மட்டும் , உடனே வெறச்சுக்குவானுக. என்னமோ இதெல்லாம் இவனுகளுக்குப் புடிக்காதுங்கற மாதிரி “ ம்ம்.. பாக்கலாம் பாக்கலாம் ” னு சலிச்சுக்குவானுக.<br /><br /> 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<br /><br /> ஆனா “ என்ன மாதிரி பொண்ணுப்பா உனக்குப் பாக்கறது ?” ன்னு அவங்க கேட்டாத்தான் இருக்கு தீபாவளி.<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> 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)<br /><br /> ஆனா ஒண்ணுங்க , இவங்கல்லாம் கேக்கறா மாதிரி எல்ல்ல்லாத் தகுதியோட இருக்கற ஒரு பொண்ணோ , பையனோ பாக்கணும்னா ஜேம்ஸ் கேமரோன் கிட்ட சொல்லித்தான் செய்யணும்.<br /><br /> இதுக்கெல்லாம் விதிவிலக்கா சிலபேரு “ எதிர்பார்ப்புதான் ஏமாற்றத்தத் தரும் ” னு புரிஞ்சுக்கிட்டு சூர்யவம்சம் சின்ராசு மாதிரி “ பெரியவங்க , நீங்களாப் பாத்து எதச் செஞ்சாலும் , அத நான் ஏத்துக்கறேன் ” னு கால்லேயே விழுந்திருவாங்க.<br /><br /> ஏன்னா , ஒவ்வொருத்தருக்கும் இது வாழ்க்கையோட செகண்ட்-ஆப். ஆதனால “ ஆயிரத்தில் ஒருவன் ” மாதிரி எதுவும் ஆயிடக்கூடாதுங்கறதுல ரொம்பக் கவனமா இருப்பாங்க.<br /><br /> என்னதான் இத்தன நாளா பஸ் ஸ்டாண்ட் , ரயில்வே ஸ்டேஷன் , சினிமா தியேட்டர்னு பல எடங்கள்ல இவன் பொண்ணு பாத்து இருந்தாலும் அதுக்கப்புறம்தான் ஆபீசியலா குடும்பத்தோட பொண்ணு பாக்க ஆரம்பிப்பான்.<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> ஆக “ ஒரு கல்யாணத்துக்கோ , கோவிலுக்கோ போயி சைட் அடிக்கறவன் மனுஷன் , குடும்பத்தோட போயி சைட் அடிக்கறவன் பெரிய மனுஷன் ” ங்கறத அன்னலட்சுமி சொல்லாமேயே நாம புரிஞ்சுக்கணும்.<br /><br /> முதல கட்டமா “ தம்பி ஒரு நல்ல போட்டோ ஒண்ணு இருந்தா எடுத்துக் குடுப்பா ” ன்னு வீட்டுல கேப்பாங்க.<br /><br /> ஆனா அப்படி இவங்க ஒரு நாள் கேப்பாங்கன்னு சொல்லி , அந்த நல்ல போட்டோவ அவன் கடைசி ரெண்டு வருசமாத் தொடர்ச்சியா எடுத்துகிட்டுதான் இருந்திருப்பான்.<br /><br /> “ 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.<br /><br /> “ ப்ளீஸ்டா , மறுபடியும் எட்றா , தல கலைஞ்சிரிச்சு / கண்ண மூடிட்டேன் ” னு கூடவே இன்னொரு சவுண்டும் வரும் கண்டுக்காதீங்க …<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> இந்த போடோடோவ எடுக்க மாட்றவன்தாங்க , உலகத்துலேயே பெரிய பொறுமைசாலி.<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> சில பேரு நேர ஸ்டுடியோவுக்கு போயி , சாந்தமா முகத்துல பால் வடிய , ஒரே ஷாட்ல மேட்டர சிம்ப்ளா முடிச்சிருவாங்க.<br /><br /> அடுத்து பயோடேட்டா , ஜாதகத்தோட அந்த நல்ல போட்டோவையும் வெச்சு சமுதாய நதியில கலக்க விட்றுவாங்க.(ஏனைய வழிகள் – மாட்ரிமோனி சைட் , மங்கள சந்திப்பு , சொந்தக்காரங்க விடு தூது இத்யாதி , இத்யாதி)<br /><br /> 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)<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> இதுதான் பொண்ணுன்னு உறுதி ஆயிட்டா , பிரச்னை இல்ல. இல்லேன்னா என்ன ? திரும்ப மேல இருக்கற பத்தியப் படிங்க.<br /><br /> ஒரு வழியா பொண்ணு ஓகே ஆயிடுச்சுன்னா , பெத்தவங்க தேதி குறிக்கறாங்களோ இல்லையோ , நம்மாளு மொதல்ல போன் நம்பரக் குறிச்சிக்குவான். அப்புறமென்ன ?<br /><br /> சங்கீத ஸ்வரங்கள் ஏழே கணக்கா , வேறே ஏதும் இருக்கா ?<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> போன்ல பேசற நேரம் போக அப்பப்ப சினிமாவுக்கோ , பீச்சுக்கோ , பார்க்குக்கோ வீட்டுக்குத் தெரிஞ்சோ , தெரியாமையோ போயிட்டு வருவாங்க. எங்க காலத்துல நாங்க பாக்காததா அப்படின்னு பெரியவங்களும் கண்டுக்காத மாதிரி விட்றுவாங்க.<br /><br /> இந்தக் காலகட்டத்தில் அம்பிகள் கூட ரெமோவாக மாறியதையும் , வீரவசனம் பேசிய பல ‘ மௌனம் பேசியதே ’ சூர்யாகளும் சரமாரியாகச் சரண் அடைந்ததையும் சரித்திரம் சிரிப்போடு , சந்தித்துக் கொண்டுதான் இருக்கிறது.<br /><br /> கல்யாண நாள் நெருங்க நெருங்க , பத்திரிகை விநியோகம் , புதுத் துணி எடுக்கறதுன்னு பரபரப்பாக் காலம் ஓடிரும்.<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> சரி கல்யாணத்துக்கு அப்புறம் என்ன ?<br /><br /> ஒரு நீலகலர் டப்பர்வேர்ல ( Tupperware) சாப்பாட்ட எடுத்துக்கிட்டு ஆபீஸ் போக வேண்டியதுதான். மறந்து விடாதீர்கள் மக்களே , கல்யாணத்துக்கு அப்புறம் ஒரு பெருமா ….. ற்றதுக்குத் தயாராகுங்கள்!Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-15028164421915099032010-06-11T12:43:00.012+05:302010-06-13T20:04:30.241+05:30A tragic comedy story<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Disclaimer:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This post is ONLY for people who can read and understand Tamil.</span><br /><br />Well, I hope you people remember this girl, Shriya aka my junior. If not, she was the one who edited my previous blog post <a href="http://breezyblues.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-life-as-smoker_01.html">My life as a smoker</a> 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 "<span style="font-style: italic;">Adha solla maattene</span> :D". <span style="font-style: italic;">She is one big time loose</span>, I thought. And this morning she asked a weird question, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Max kochikiteengana enna panuveenga</span>?". Something jabbed me inside that she is going to do something stupid. "<span style="font-style: italic;">Enna matter nu sollu" "Adha solla maattene :D</span>" came her hasty reply agin. After some two hours, I received a mail from her with a ppt file attached to it which said:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"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</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> With love,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jun. "</span><br /><br />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.<br /><span class="sc2"></span><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.mayankraichura.com/shriya/atcs.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="presentation" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" align="middle" height="400"></embed><br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://docs.google.com/present/embed?id=ddkkctm8_18cnr5bff2&interval=5&size=m" width="555" frameborder="0" height="451"></iframe><br /><br />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. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Shriya aka Junior</span>. 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!<br /><br />P.S:- I am glad that I have you in my life, Jun. This boss loves you loads. :)<br /></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-56603795527815504252010-06-01T16:00:00.002+05:302010-06-01T16:05:24.662+05:30My life as a smoker<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p><div face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">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, <span style="font-style: italic;">Scene podrathukku adikka aarambhichaen</span>) 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.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">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, “<span style="font-style: italic;">Cigarette pudikkurathu thappu. Odamba keduthukatha”</span> [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.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">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.</span> [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.]</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p>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. :)</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-90466507813334230182010-02-04T11:46:00.001+05:302010-02-04T11:46:36.306+05:30Who is your competitor?<p class="MsoNormal"><font face="Verdana" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><b><i>An interesting management article from Dr. YLR Morthi, faculty member of IIM Bangalore. Excellent Stuff.</i></b><br> </span></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="Verdana" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Who sells the largest number of cameras in India?</span></font></p> <font color="black" face="Verdana" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;">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.<br> <br> 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.<br> <br> 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).<br> <br> 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.<br> <br> 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?<br> <br> 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?"<br> <br> 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."<br> <br> 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.<br> <br> 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!<br> <br> 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.<br> <br> 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.<br> <br> 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. <b><i><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">You never know in which bush your competitor is hiding!<br> </span></i></b><br> 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. <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">He said "Have breakfast ...or.... be breakfast"! That sums it up rather neatly.</span></b></span></font><br clear="all"><br><br> Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-51754389213377688802010-01-19T20:16:00.001+05:302010-01-19T20:19:34.720+05:30One flaw in WomenAnother forward mail which I want to share with you all..<br /><br /><i><span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: "Palatino Linotype"; color: black; font-style: italic;">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.<br /><br />One Flaw In Women <br /><br />Women have strengths that amaze men....<br /><br />They bear hardships and they carry burdens,<br /><br />but they hold happiness, love and joy.<br /><br />They smile when they want to scream..<br /><br />They sing when they want to cry.<br /><br />They cry when they are happy<br /><br />and laugh when they are nervous.<br /><br />They fight for what they believe in...<br /><br />They stand up to injustice.<br /><br />They don't take "no" for an answer<br /><br />when they believe there is a better solution.<br /><br />They go without so their family can have.<br /><br />They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.<br /><br />They love unconditionally.<br /><br />They cry when their children excel<br /><br />and cheer when their friends get awards.<br /><br />They are happy when they hear about<br /><br />a birth or a wedding.<br /><br />Their hearts break when a friend dies.<br /><br />They grieve at the loss of a family member,<br /><br />yet they are strong when they<br /><br />think there is no strength left.<br /><br />They know that a hug and a kiss<br /><br />can heal a broken heart.<br /><br />Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.<br /><br />They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you<br /><br />to show how much they care about you.<br /><br />The heart of a woman is what<br /><br />makes the world keep turning.<br /><br />They bring joy, hope and love.<br /><br />They have compassion and ideas.<br /><br />They give moral support to their<br /><br />family and friends.<br /><br />Women have vital things to say<br /><br />and everything to give.<br /><br />HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,<br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></b></span></span></i><b><i><span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#660033;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: "Palatino Linotype"; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.</span></span></i></b><i><span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: "Palatino Linotype"; color: black; font-style: italic;"> <br /><br /></span></span></i><i><span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: "Palatino Linotype"; color: black; font-style: italic;">"The WILL of GOD will never take you where the GRACE of GOD will not protect you"</span></span></i>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-46229852078069100842010-01-14T23:26:00.002+05:302010-01-14T23:37:43.131+05:30Breezyblue Factory<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUXIOQP6-qnSv5MU8UR4m0dTvlwQl95-f2ZL0Cg7XzOxU8tKkE3n0OfENHZWE7lmDC1AAB-4N6QZxl1m1LR78VLMAfbBdnaNF_8u5yQ8ahjC5GU2Kb4arcWTOMBqZUM4klbqce2QncFbR/s1600-h/19174_253618451043_606896043_3846682_4756963_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUXIOQP6-qnSv5MU8UR4m0dTvlwQl95-f2ZL0Cg7XzOxU8tKkE3n0OfENHZWE7lmDC1AAB-4N6QZxl1m1LR78VLMAfbBdnaNF_8u5yQ8ahjC5GU2Kb4arcWTOMBqZUM4klbqce2QncFbR/s400/19174_253618451043_606896043_3846682_4756963_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426656589149316018" border="0" /></a><br />Hi Readers. I wanted to try something new, and so I have started writing down a story titled "Vilai Uyir Endraalum". It's not going to be different from other love stories. I got inspired by my friend Arvinth who writes beautiful love stories. Just giving it a try. Hope you guys will like it. I wanted to keep it short but my cousin suggested a lengthy one. I have just started writing and since I have shifted to Bangalore, it's gonna be a lil difficult to complete the story soon. So keep watching this space for "Vilai Uyir Endraalum". Thank you all for your support. Peace.<br /><br /></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-12038329877167297102009-12-30T11:58:00.007+05:302010-01-14T23:15:37.106+05:30Hosannah Vinnai thaandi varuvaya VTV full lyrics<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I usually give some reviews about the song before I post its lyrics. I just couldn't give any review about this song coz the whole world knows about this genius. I wanted to fall in love with someone after listening to this song. Rahman, you're GOD. GOD of Music. I have always liked Thamarai for her song lyrics but now I have become her aficionado. Amazing melody. Here is the song and the lyrics for you. Enjoy<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WfXQOc6ubo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WfXQOc6ubo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Song:- Hosannah<br />Movie Name:- Vinnai Thaandi Varuvaaya (VTV)<br />Music:- Allah Rakka Rahman<br />Lyricist:- Thamarai<br />Singers:- Vijay Prakash, Blaaze<br /><br />Yen idhayam udaithai, norungavae!?<br />En maru idhayam, tharuvaen nee udaikavae!<br /><br />Ohhh... Hosannah... Hosannah.. Oh ho ho..<br />Ohhh... Hosannah... Hosannah.. Oh ho ho..<br /><br />Antha neram andhi neram kan paarthu kanthalaagi pona neram edho aache..<br />Oh vaanam theendi vanthaachu appavin thittu ellaam kaatrodu poye poche..<br />Hosannah.. En vaasal thaandi ponaale.. Hosannah.. Verondrum seyyamale..<br />Naan aadi pogiraen.. Sukkoonooraagiraen.. Aval pona pinbu enthan nenjai thedi pogiraen..<br /><br />Hosannah.. Vaazhvukkum pakkam vanthaen..<br />Hosannah.. Saavukkum pakkam nindraen..<br />Hosannah.. En endraal kaathal enbaen.. Hosannah.. Oh ho..<br /><br />Everybody wanna know how I feel like, feel like, I really wanna be here with you. Its not enough to say that we are made for each other its love that is Hosannah true. Hosannah, will be there when you're calling out my name. Hosannah, feeling like my whole life has changed. I never wanna be the same, its time we rearrange. I take a step, you take a step and I'm here calling out to you.. Helloooo, Halloooo, Halooo.. Hosannah..<br /><br />Hosanna.. Oh ho ho ho...<br />Hosanna.. Oh ho ho ho...<br /><br />Vanna vanna pattupoochi poothedi poothedi angum ingum alaigindrathey<br />Oh sottu sottai thottu poga megam ondru megam ondru yengu yengo nagargindrathey<br />Hosanah, Pattupoochi vanthachaa? Hosanaaa, Megam unnai thottaachaa<br />Kilinjal aagirai naan kulanthai aagirean<br />Naan unnai alli kaiyil vaithu pothi kolgirean<br />Helloooo, Halloooo, Halooo.. Yooo.. Hosannah..<br /><br />Hosanah, En meethu anbu kolla<br />Hosanah, Ennodu serndhu sella<br />Hosanah, Umm endru sollu podhum. Hosanah, oh ho<br /><br />Yen idhayam udaithai, norungavae!?<br />En maru idhayam, tharuvaen nee udaikavae!<br /><br />Yen idhayam udaithai, norungavae!?<br />En maru idhayam, tharuvaen nee udaikavae!<br /><br />Addtional Lyrics:- (from simbucentral blog)<br /><br />Naetru unnai paarthaene, paartha pinnae endhan kangal<br />Unnizhalil otti chella<br />Kangal thaedi kangal thaedi saalai ellaam selai thaedi<br />Kandukondaen kaadhal kolla<br /><br />En anbe, Meendum ennai vittu odi<br />Kannaamoochi, Vaendumendre neeyum aadi<br />Irandhaen oar nodi, Pirappaen Naanadi<br />Un mellidhazhil millimeter punnagai kasindhaalae<br />Hello Hellooooo Hello Hellooooo<br /><br />Hosannah, Kaagidhamaai maarinaene<br />Hosannah, Kaaladiyil kasangi naane<br />Unnalae, Kaagidhappo pookkaadho. Hosannah..</div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-37101444814510907372009-12-09T16:39:00.002+05:302009-12-09T16:43:31.012+05:30Non - Violence in Parenting..<div style="text-align: justify;">Dr. Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mahatma Gandhi and founder of the M.K. Gandhi Institute for Non-violence, in his June 9 lecture at the University of Puerto Rico, shared the following story as an example of "non-violence in parenting":<br /><br />"I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban, South Africa , in the middle of the sugar plantations. We were deep in the country and had no neighbors, so my two sisters and I would always look forward to going to town to visit friends or go to the movies.<br /><br />One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference, and I jumped at the chance. Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a list of groceries she needed and, since I had all day in town, my father ask me to take care of several pending chores, such as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father off that morning, he said, ' I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m., and we will go home together. '<br /><br />After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest movie theatre. I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that I forgot the time. It was 5:30 before I remembered. By the time I ran to the garage and got the car and hurried to where my father was waiting for me, it was almost 6:00.<br /><br />He anxiously asked me, ' Why were you late? ' I was so ashamed of telling him I was watching a John Wayne western movie that I said, ' The car wasn't ready, so I had to wait,<br />not realizing that he had already called the garage. When he caught me in the lie, he said: ' There' s something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn' t give you the confidence to tell me the truth. In order to figure out where I went w rong with you, I'm going to walk home 18 miles and think about it. '<br /><br />So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the dark on mostly unpaved, unlit roads. I couldn't leave him, so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him, watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered. I decided then and there that I was never going to lie again.<br /><br />I often think about that episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way we punish our children, whether I would have learned a lesson at all. I don't think so. I would have suffered the punishment and gone on doing the same thing. But this single non-violent action was so powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday.<br /><br />That is the power of non-violence.<br /><br /><br /></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-69377349183862573602009-12-07T23:21:00.003+05:302009-12-07T23:38:50.184+05:30Friendship is about...One more forward mail from Meera. Sorry about the translation part. I know I suck at it. :P<br /><br />Friendship is not about “I m sorry“, it's about “<span style="font-style: italic;">Dei un thappu than ithu..</span>“ [Hey it's your mistake only]<br /><br />Friendship is not about “I m there for u” or “I missed u“, it’s about “<span style="font-style: italic;">Enga poi tholanja?</span>“ [Where the hell did you go?]<br /><br />Friendship is not about “I understand “, it's about “<span style="font-style: italic;">Ellam unnala than</span>“ [All because of you only]<br /><br />Friendship is not about “I care for u “, it's about “<span style="font-style: italic;">Pannada unnai vitutu enga poven naan?</span>“ [Asshole, where will I go without you?]<br /><br />Friendship is not about “I m happy for your success“, it's about “<span style="font-style: italic;">Kelambu un treat</span>“ [Let's go. Your treat]<br /><br />Friendship is not about “I love that girl“, it's about “<span style="font-style: italic;">Dei machi, ava unakku anni..</span>“ [Buddy, she is your <span style="font-style: italic;">bhabhi</span>]<br /><br />Friendship is not about “Are you coming for outing tomorrow“, it's about “<span style="font-style: italic;">Dei naalaiku trip porom vera engayum poi tholaikatha</span>“ [Hey we are going for a trip tomorrow. Don't go anywhere]<br /><br />Friendship is not about “Get well soon“, it's about “<span style="font-style: italic;">Ivlo kudicha ipaadi than agum</span>“ [If you drink too much, you will get sick only]<br /><br />Friendship is not about “All the best for ur career“, it's about “<span style="font-style: italic;">Pannathu varaikum pothum, kelambu vera velaya paru</span>“ [This is enough. Look for another job]Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-81450398509704140342009-12-03T15:13:00.004+05:302009-12-03T15:49:26.943+05:30When love becomes a failure..<div style="text-align: justify;">I just wanted to put something here.. Something that my cousin Ayesha posted in her blog. It's about the failure of love from a girl's point of view. Here she goes..<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">In the midst of the exams, when I took a short break from studies, in a drowsy mood, suddenly I was drawn into deep thinking. .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">These days I’m seeing a lot of people around me getting committed and within a short span, they split. . Why this happens? How can two hearts loving each other so deeply and madly depart?! This question has been in my mind since a long time back. .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Does that love hurts them to that extent? Or does the essence becomes too sweet to be taken more? Or coz they wish to get back to reality from that virtual world of love?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">May be I would know the reason if I too were in that virtual world!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Even in the other case, being near those people, I can feel the sweetness in that fruit before it gets rotten. . the closeness, the intimacy, the love, affection, care everything takes them to the heaven where they are the only king and queen. . But at a point, all these vanish. . May be everything becomes over doze and hurts the two little hearts. .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">One major reason as far as to my judgement is the ‘Possessiveness’</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If a girl loves a guy, she feels like she totally own him. . And each and every step he takes towards others, make her feel insecure, even the case be she trusts him totally or understand him well, nothing matters here. It’s a child’s nature to claim a thing saying ‘its mine’. The same is replicated here. Kya karein! There’s a child within everyone of us.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">On the other side, a guy is very open. . Though his thoughts may be narrow if it comes to his girl, by nature, being dominative and possessive, yet he is independent in his own way. .and he can’t be forced in a direction for too long. . He soon bursts out. . This may be the reason for a guy to dump his girl. .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But in today’s world, it’s the girls who dump the guys with more percent. . Poor guys, who were once the heroes, now each turn into a devdas. .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Usually a guy 1st takes a decision and then fixes up the girl in his heart. But a girl first fixes up the guy in her heart and then takes a decision then when it comes to life and future, where her selfishness comes into play!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Guys are the most affected. . It is still worse when a guy cries. . He totally gets frustrated. . But once when he stays calm and sees what’s happening around and to himself, he learns the best lessons of life. . There the maturity grows within him. .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Guys, who were once so rough and hard, become soft and keen in whatever they do. They understand the reality, the real happiness that stays forever. They become perfect.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Finally I reached my topic! Failure makes a man perfect, so as the love failure!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Every problem has a meaningful end and as the famous quote says ‘everything happens for your own good’.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Note: Here I considered only the true loving hearts and not those that are meant for ‘time pass love’, where dumping each other doesn’t turn out to be a matter!;-) </span><br /></div><br />You can visit her blog page <a href="http://mybl0ggiez.blogspot.com/">here</a>.<br /></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-50466586480339294932009-11-23T15:45:00.003+05:302009-11-23T16:20:06.228+05:30En kadhal solla Paiya Lyrics YuvanEn kadhal solla aasai illai, a trademark-Yuvan track with his own vocals that has now become a genre by itself! I bet if you are a Yuvan fan, you will start loving this song the moment you listen to it for the first time. Na Muthukumar has done a great job with the lyrics part. I am quite sure guys are gonna get mad after listening to this song. If there is one word that best describes this song, its Jim-dandy. :)<br /><br />Song: En kadhal solla<br />Movie Name : Paiyaa<br />Music : Yuvan Shankar Raja<br />Lyrics : Na Muthukumar<br />Singer : Yuvan Shankar Raja<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4lcp6pZWIU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4lcp6pZWIU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />En kadhal solla neram illai<br />un kadhal solla thevai illai<br />nam kadhal solla vaarthai illai<br />unmai maraithaalum maraiyaadhadi<br /><br />Un kaiyil sera engavillai<br />un tholil saaya aasaiyillai<br />nee pona pimbu sogam illai<br />endru poi solla theriyadhadi<br /><br />Un azhagale un azhagale<br />en veyil kaalam adhu mazhai kaalam<br />un kanavale un kanavale<br />manam alaipaayum mella kudai saayum<br /><br />En kadhal solla neram illai<br />un kadhal solla thevai illai<br />nam kadhal solla vaarthai illai<br />unmai maraithaalum maraiyaadhadi<br /><br />Kaatrodu kai veesi nee pesinaal<br />endhan nenjodu puyal veesudhe<br />vayadhodum manadhodum sollamale<br />sila ennangal valai veesudhe<br />kadhal vandhale kannodu dhan<br />kallathanam vandhu kudi yerumo<br />konjam nadithenadi konjam thudithenadi<br />indha vilayaattai rasithenadi<br /><br />Un vizhiyaale un vizhiyaale<br />en vazhi maarum kan thadumaarum<br />adi idhu yedho oru pudhu yekkam<br />idhu valithalum nenjam adhai yerkum<br /><br />Oru vaarthai pesamal enai paaradi<br />undhan nimidangal neelatume<br />veredhum ninaikaamal vizhi moodadi<br />endhan nerukangal thodaratume<br />yaarum paakkamal enai paarkiren<br />ennai ariyamal unai paarkiren<br />siru pilaiyena endhan imaigal adhu<br />unai kandaale gudhikindradhe<br /><br />En adhigaalai en adhigaalai<br />un mugam paarthu dhinam yezha vendum<br />en andhi malai en andhi malai<br />un madi saiyndhu dhinam vizha vendum<br /><br />En kadhal solla neram illai<br />un kadhal solla thevayilai<br />nam kadhal solla vaarthai illai<br />unmai maraithaalum maraiyadhadi<br /><br />Un kaiyil sera yengavillai<br />un tholil saaya aasaiyillai<br />nee pona pimbu sogam illai<br />endru poi solla theriyadhadiFahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-79622687158162690112009-11-23T15:01:00.000+05:302009-11-23T15:02:02.575+05:30On this day, God wants you to know...... that it is time to finally forgive yourself. You've carried the guilt, the shame for long enough. You've kept your wounds open for long enough. The time has to come to let go, to heal. Keep the lessons and let the pain heal. Yes, you know what we are talking about it. Amen. :-)Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-73301265823124725712009-11-20T13:53:00.002+05:302009-11-20T14:02:55.314+05:30For you... Dad and Mom<div style="text-align: justify;">This one is for you mom and dad.. Love you so much.. This is one of THE best videos I have ever seen. Well done guys. Kudos to Job, Charan and Yakzan.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kRddGXp370&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kRddGXp370&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />P.S:- Special thanks to Meera alias Arvinth for sharing this video on FB. ;)<br /></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-8839925268787393252009-11-15T16:01:00.008+05:302009-11-16T22:00:28.247+05:30Life can't get any better than this<div style="text-align: justify;">A few of the 1000 reasons that made me happy.. Not necessarily in order..<br /><br />The clock strikes ten. You are still in bed. Your mom comes and says, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Mani 10 aachu. Innum ennada thookkam? Daily ivlo neram thoongura?</span>" [Eng:- It's ten already and you are still sleeping. Why do you sleep like this daily?]. You reply, "Five more mins mom, please" and pull your bed sheet back to cover your face. Your sister is home for her vacation and she joins the party too. Two women and one man. You know who wins? Nevertheless you fight hard and manage to get extra 30 mins of sleep. Those 30 mins makes you feel like you are in heaven.<br /><br />Your sister pulls you out of the bed and orders you to go brush your teeth. You follow her order and once you are done, your mom gives you Horlicks. You are 24 but you still feel like a kid when you are home. Horlicks - It makes you taller, stronger and sharper.<br /><br />You gulp it and run upstairs to your room, give life to your PC and go online. Hardly six or seven hours since you last checked your mailbox but your inbox has 15 unread mails. You no more go orkutting, only twitter-ing and facebook-ing these days.<br /><br />You suddenly realise that you have a test in another 30 mins. You hurry to the bathroom, take a shower and dress up. All these takes you only 5 mins. You rush down, eat your breakfast and come out of your home to find that its drizzling. Fantastic weather to go for a 30 km ride in your lovely bike. You switch on your ipod, plug in the phones to your ears with max volume. Ready, steady, go and you speed on.<br /><br />On your way, you witness the most rarest scene in your life. A mini lorry nearby goes awry and it does a two 360 degree turn but still manages to come to a halt after hitting the bulwark. You know that you are lucky, if it had lost its balance, your bike would have been under the four wheels of the mini lorry. You thank God and raise your throttle.<br /><br />Your average speed on road is 80 kph.<br /><br />You reach the test centre on time and take up the test. You do the test exceptionally well and you are satisfied with your performance. You come out, the rain had just stopped pouring. Awesome weather again to ride back home. You light a cigarette and it makes you feel good.<br /><br />You plug in your ipod again. You are one person who cannot live without music. You sing along and ride your bike at a moderate speed this time.<br /><br />The onward journey took 25 minutes but the return journey takes an hour. The roads are always open for you. The ride makes you feel as if you are walking in air.<br /><br />You come back home in an ecstatic mood. Your mom has made the best delicious food available on earth that you long to eat. But you yell at your mom, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Ma, unakku ethana thadava solrathu non-veg seyyathannu? Oru thadava sonna puriyathu? Weight pottutte poraen ma. Inimel veg mattum sei.</span>" [Eng:- Mom, how many times should I tell you not to cook non-veg? I am putting on weight. Please cook only veg hereafter]. You roar at her for cooking non-veg but eat the non-veg alone.<br /><br />You come back to your room. Lie on the bed and think how fortunate are you to have a life like this.<br /><br />You don't go to office for two months but still you get paid.<br /><br />You ask your dad for some money, he never asks you how much and tells you to get it from his wallet. You happily take extra dough and freak out.<br /><br />You know that someone who lives a 1000 miles away, who hasn't even met you in person nor talked to you, loves you a lot and you are her dream boy.<br /><br />You are 24 but you have a daughter who is 19 years young.<br /><br />You visit your relatives very often. Play with your nieces, cousins who are kids, you mock at them and they mock at you back. Beg your niece for one lil kiss on the cheek.<br /><br />You listen to a song and you can relate that song to someone you love.<br /><br />You forgive people who hurt you the most. You realize that it's only coz of them you came to know what life actually is.<br /><br />You live a lonely life at your native. You don't come out of your room during weekdays and you never come home during weekends. Weekends with friends, non-stop laughs and non-stop fun. You go for a long ride in car with them every Sunday.<br /><br />A movie on every weekend with your friends. You have theaters in your area but you travel to the nearest city to watch a bakwaas movie.<br /><br />No matter how awful you look with your grown up hair, mush and beard. There is always someone who tells you that you look awesome and charming with the mush and beard.<br /><br />You know you are the happiest man on earth right now and you also know that this happiness won't last forever. You smile.<br /><br />Your friends console you when you are sad.<br /><br />You have a brother who is not your blood.<br /><br />You meet your cousin daily to have <span style="font-style: italic;">thiruttu dum</span> even though you are busy. You have seen people envying both of you for being the best cousins in the world.<br /><br />You are single.<br /><br />You have the guts to tell your mom, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Ma, naan bar ku poraen. Pride hotel la puthusa DJ aarambhichirukaangalaam. Naan poye paathuttu varaen.</span>" [Eng:- Mom, I am going to bar. Looks like they have started DJ in Pride hotel. Let me go and have a look]. Your mom gives you a stern look but you pay no attention and leave home.<br /><br />No matter how cautious you are, you always get caught red-handed for smoking by your mom, you sister and your cousin sister. Yet you handle the situation wisely and escape narrowly each time.<br /><br />You recently become a bookworm and you start purchasing a lot of books, esp Indian fiction. It gets shipped to your home and you open the parcel. Your mom reads the title, 'I<span style="font-style: italic;"> too had a love story</span>' by Ravinder Singh and she gives a look as if you had bought a porno magazine. You ignore her and start reading the book. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oldies will never change, esp your parents. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><br />You are a hero in your town.<br /><br />Your phone bills come crashing down like the stocks market.<br /><br />Suddenly you wake up from deep sleep. You smile and say, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Life can't get any better than this.. </span>"<br /><br />P.S:- I feel elated and excited about my life. I will be quite happy even if I die the next moment coz I know that I have lived a wonderful life so far and my epitaph would read "<span style="font-style: italic;">The man with no regrets</span>" :)<br /><br /><br /></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-74097301738754542212009-11-13T22:54:00.002+05:302009-11-13T23:28:17.124+05:30Life's Little Instruction Manual<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />It's been a long time since I checked my office mail. I opened up my office mail box. 234 unread messages. Darn. Each mail for each constituency in Tamil Nadu? I cogitated. My inbox was full. Now I need to clean it up. The most toughest job on earth. Some chain mails from my classmates (their topic would be either reunion or some stupid argle-bargle about Ajith-Vijay), some wrongly sent office mails from my previous account and many more forwards. I deleted all the mails without reading them but my eyes stumbled across a mail which had a beautiful subject to it. It was sent on 23rd July by Sooraj. It read "Life's little instruction manual". I opened it and read. Two words best describe the mail. MUST READ. Here goes the mail. I have italicized my favorites.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Life's Little Instruction Manual</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Have a firm handshake.<br /><br />Look people in the eye.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sing in the shower.</span><br /><br />Own a great stereo system.<br /><br />If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.<br /><br />Keep secrets.<br /><br />Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.<br /><br />Always accept an outstretched hand.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.</span><br /><br />Whistle.<br /><br />Avoid sarcastic remarks.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.</span><br /><br />Lend only those books you never care to see again.<br /><br />Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When playing games with children, let them win .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Give people a second chance, but not a third.</span><br /><br />Be romantic.<br /><br />Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.<br /><br />Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.<br /><br />Don't allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for your convenience, not the caller's.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Be a good loser.</span><br /><br />Be a good winner.<br /><br />Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.<br /><br />When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.<br /><br />Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.<br /><br />Keep it simple.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.</span><br /><br />Don't burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets</span><br /><br />Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the one's you did.<br /><br />Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.<br /><br />Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.<br /><br />Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you.<br /><br />Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Begin each day with some of your favorite music.</span><br /><br />Once in a while, take the scenic route.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, 'Someone who thinks you're terrific.'</span><br /><br />Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.</span><br /><br />Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.</span><br /><br />Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Become someone's hero.</span><br /><br />Marry only for love.<br /><br />Count your blessings.<br /><br />Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wave at the children on a school bus.</span><br /><br />Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't expect life to be fair. </span>(This is the ultimate one)<br /></div></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-85428277479509619732009-11-03T19:17:00.003+05:302009-11-03T19:46:20.824+05:30Tum se hi Lyrics Jab we met with English translation<span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><div style="text-align: justify;">You might listen to a thousand songs but only a very few songs make you feel like "Wish I were like this". This is one of them. The song is about communion of lovers that emotes in soft sonorous tonality with effective backdrop of mushy lyrical flow amidst enlightening orchestration. The serene "Tum Se hi" has a starting female loop a-a-a-a-a...very infectious and goes on like a loop before the actual song starts off. The song has got a nice rhythm to it. Mohit Chauhan's voice is very refreshing. Pritam excels in this song. The number may not be the kind that a music lover may sing around the town but if you are in mood to play a song on a long drive or just want to relax with the lights switched off and remembering the one you love the most.<br /></div><br />Song: Tum se hi<br />Movie: Jab we met<br />Singers: Mohit Chauhan<br />Music : Pritam<br />Lyrics : Irshad Kamil<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NBU70_Fg6w&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NBU70_Fg6w&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />A-aa, A-aa… A-aa…<br />A-aa, A-aa… A-aa….)<br /><br />Na Hai Ye, Paana…<br />(neither Does This Mean That I Have Got You…)<br />Na Khona, Bhi Hai…<br />(nor Does It Mean, That I Have Lost You…)<br />Tera Na Hona, Jaane…<br />(don’t Know Why Even In Your Absence, My Love…)<br />Kyun… Hona, Bhi Hai…<br />(seems Like You Are Present Everywhere Around Me…)<br /><br />Tumse Hi, Din Hota Hai…<br />(my Day Begins With Your Thoughts…)<br />Surmai, Shaam Aati Hai…<br />(and The Dawns Are Made Beautiful With You…)<br />Tumse Hi… Tumse Hi…<br />(with You… Just With You…)<br /><br />Har Ghadi, Saans Aati Hai<br />(each Moment, I Breathe For You…)<br />Zindagi, Kehlaati Hai<br />(each Moment Makes My Life…)<br />Tumse Hi.. Tumse Hi…<br />(with You… Just For You…)<br /><br />Na Hai Ye, Paana…<br />Na Khona, Bhi Hai…<br />Tera Na Hona, Jaane…<br />Kyun… Hona, Bhi Hai…<br /><br />A-aa, A-aa… A-aa…<br />A-aa, A-aa… A-aa….<br /><br />Aankhon Mein Aankhein, Teri…<br />(my Eyes Are Lost In Yours…)<br />Baahon Mein Baahein, Teri…<br />(my Arms Embrace You In Them…)<br />Mera Na Mujhmein, Kuch Rahaa…<br />(nothing Seems To Be Mine Anymore)<br />Hua Kya…<br />(don’t Know What Happened…)<br /><br />Baaton Mein Baatein, Teri…<br />(even My Talks Are Full Of You…)<br />Raatein Saugaatein, Teri…<br />(my Nights Seem To Be A Gift From You…)<br />Kyun Tera Sab Ye, Ho Gaya…<br />(why Has My Everything Turned Yours…)<br />Hua Kya…<br />(don’t Know What Happened…)<br /><br />Main Kahin Bhi Jaata Hun…<br />(anywhere I Might Go…)<br />Tumse Hi Mil Jaata Hun…<br />(seems Like I Meet You…)<br />Tumse Hi… Tumse Hi…<br />(it’s About You… Just About You)<br /><br />Shor Mein Khaamoshi Hai…<br />(there Seems Silence Amidst Noise…)<br />Thodi Si Behoshi Hai…<br />(a Little Bit Of Dizzyness Prevails…)<br />Tumse Hi… Tumse Hi…<br />(it’s About You… Just About You)<br /><br />A-aa, A-aa… A-aa…<br />A-aa, A-aa… A-aa….<br /><br />Aadha Sa Waada, Kabhi…<br />(half-a-promise, Sometimes…)<br />Aadhe Se Zaada, Kabhi…<br />(and Sometimes, More Than A Half…)<br />Jee Chaahe Kar Lun, Iss Tarah…<br />(my Heart Wants To Make With You…)<br />Wafaa Ka…<br />(a Promise Of Loyalty…)<br /><br />Chhode Na Chhoote, Kabhi…<br />(this Bond Can’t Be Left, Even Willingly…)<br />Tode Na Toote, Kabhi…<br />(it Can’t Be Broken, Even If I Try…)<br />Jo Dhaaga Tumse, Judd Gayaa..<br />(the Thread Which Draped Us As One…)<br />Wafaa Ka…<br />(the Thread Of Commitment…)<br /><br />Main Tera Sirmaaya Hun…<br />(I Am Indebted To You…)<br />Jo Bhi Main, Bunn Paaya Hun…<br />(for Everything That I Have Achieved…)<br />Tumse Hi… Tumse Hi….<br />(is Because Of You… Because Of You…)<br /><br />Raaste, Mil Jaate Hain…<br />(I Find My Ways By Itself…)<br />Manzilein, Mil Jaati Hain…<br />(I Find My Destinations, So Easily Now…)<br />Tumse Hi… Tumse Hi…<br />(it’s Because Of You… Because Of You…)<br /><br />Na Hai Ye, Paana…<br />Na Khona, Bhi Hai…<br />Tera Na Hona, Jaane…<br />Kyun… Hona, Bhi Hai…<br /><br />A-aa, A-aa… A-aa…<br />A-aa, A-aa… A-aa….Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-46294639867317434552009-10-22T17:31:00.004+05:302009-11-05T14:58:13.624+05:30Ponmaalai Pozhuthu Leelai LyricsPonmaalai pozhuthu, the song which is on my lips lately. A refreshing number to catch at anytime. Too good song with amazing lyrics. And here is the promo for you. I hope you guys like it.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H208tFC8yQc&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H208tFC8yQc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />And you can download the song <a href="http://www.123musiq.com/Leelai.htm">here</a>.<br /><br />Song: Ponmaalai pozhudhu<br />Movie: Leelai<br />Singers: Benny Dayal, Sathish Chakravarthy<br />Music : Sathish Chakravarthy<br />Lyrics : Sathish Chakravarthy<br /><br />Ponmalai pozhudhu sigappazhagu<br />Un kobam yay yay yay azhago azhagu<br />Oru roja poovin mullum thuli azhagu<br />Un kannil kovam yay yay azhago azhagu<br /><br />Nee kaathal sollum tamizh azhagu<br />Nee paadum killai mozhi noorazhagu<br />Ennai nee thitti thitti pesum<br />Kochai tamizho mudive illa azhago azhagu yay yay<br /><br />Ponmalai pozhudhu sigappazhagu<br />Un kobam yay yay yay yay azhago azhagu<br /><br /><br />Un koondhal kaatril aadidum pozhuthu<br />Oru springtime vaasam poothidum azhagu ooh<br />Un kaigal koondhal kothida<br />Pookal vaasam car-in ulle veesida<br />Summer time -in veppathodu neeyum<br />Kothipathu oru azhagu<br /><br />Nee ennai vittu dhooram sendrida<br />Saalai engum kodi ilaigal udhirnthida<br />Autumn leaves-um unnai pole sivappaai<br />Muraipadhu oru azhagu<br /><br />Winter enbathu kodumai aanathu<br />Unthan mounam moodukindra pani athu<br />Konjam konjam uruga koodaatha<br /><br />Ponmalai pozhudhu sigappazhagu<br />Un kobam yay yay yay azhago azhagu<br />Oru roja poovin mullum thuli azhagu<br />Un kannil kovam yay yay azhago azhagu<br /><br /><br />Or jannal thondrum pournami nilavu<br />En kaadhali mugamo athai vida azhagu.. ooh<br />Venmathiyin mugathai kandathum<br />Latcham latcham kavignar kavithai kondathum<br />Kodi mazhaigal thalli nindru paadi rasithana – athanazhagu<br />I love you endru moondre vaarthayil<br />Haiku kavithai naanum sonna velayil<br />Punnagaika jannalukku pinnaal olindhathu oru azhagu<br /><br />Nilavum erange boomi vanthathu<br />Enthan tholil saainthu kondu nindrathu<br />Enna maayam anbe solvaaya<br /><br /><br />Pon malai pozhudhu sigappu azhagu<br />Un vetkam – yay yay yay azhago azhagu<br />Oru roja poovin vaasam thuli azhagu<br />Un kannil aasai yay yay azhago azhagu<br /><br />Nee kaathal sollum tamizh azhagu<br />Nee paadum killai mozhi noorazhagu<br />Ennai nee konji konji pesum<br />Kochai tamizho – mudive illa azhago azhagu yay yay<br /><br />Pon malai pozhudhu sigappu azhagu<br />Un vetkam – yay yay yay azhago azhagu<br /><br />Sigappazhagu.. Un vetkam azhagu azhagu azhagu..<br />Sigappazhagu.. Un vetkam azhagu azhagu azhagu..<br />Sigappazhagu.. Un vetkam azhagu azhagu azhagu..<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-33062529155722721872009-10-16T01:19:00.011+05:302009-10-29T13:51:43.872+05:30My Life's Lessons..<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />Disclaimer</span><br /><br />This post is not only inspired by my own experiences, it has got some of the lessons I learnt from my friends as well. It is meant not to hurt anyone. In any case if you think you are offended, you can stop then and there.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Prologue</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"There are no mistakes in life, only lessons. There is no such thing as a negative experience, only opportunities to grow, learn and advance along the road of self-mastery. From struggle comes strength. Even pain can be a wonderful teacher."</span> - Robin S Sharma<br /><br />I am writing this post since one of my anonymous readers suggested me this topic through skribit. I couldn't neglect since this was the first suggestion from my readers. <span style="font-style: italic;">The life lessons you have learnt from relationships (could be based on family, friends or love)</span>. I was wondering why on earth would someone want to know my life's lesson. I am no mahatma, nor am I a big cheese. No guy would ever ask me that question bcoz they know who I am. A big time philosopher who has the capability to talk non-stop nonsense about philosophy for days to come. Then why? Only God knows the answer. The italicized words in this post are not mine. They are either quotes or taken from a book or film.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Lessons</span><br /><br />1. Being the son of a full math professor and having a mathematical insect inside my vein, let me start with the formula that teaches you the best lesson of life.<br /></div> <span style="font-style: italic;"> <br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> (a+b)^2 = a^2 + b^2 + 2ab</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Doesn't ring any bell? Let me explain you then. Any work which is done in pairs or with more people, fetches you a better result than doing the work alone. The square of 'a' and 'b' gives you an additional term '2ab' where as if it had been only one term 'a' you get it's square alone. Simple but powerful. This lesson is acceptable everywhere except sex. No threesomes, foursomes or 'n' number of somes please. :P<br /><br />2. No matter what, Family comes first. The job, friends, girl friends, girl friend's sisters, every single thing in life comes only after your family. Always remember this, <span style="font-style: italic;">"The love of a family is life's greatest blessing".</span> So love your family even if you don't like them. It's important to make your family relationships work before you offer consideration to others. Respect your parents. You are here in this world, reading my dumb, dim-witted, dopey blog of mine only coz of them. <span style="font-style: italic;">We maybe hardheaded and I know we're far too proud, but, in the hour of need, believe me that there's noone you'd rather have at your side than a kinsman. </span><br /><br />3. It's not a problem if you have a 1000 friends, but it is, when all the 1000 of them are your best pals. The number of best mates should always be limited. The number must always be a single digit. The chances of pressure points are huge when you have a large number of best buddies. And also don't ever get close to a person who is younger to you by more than a year or so. My friends always asked me why I had been close to ppl who are younger to me and said it's not healthy but I ignored them. Lately, I did realize that my friends were right. The difference in maturity level will lead to greater problems. So its always safe to be away from them.<br /><br />4. I strongly believe that there are no guys in this world who are Ramans and undoubtedly no Kannagis in girls. (Click <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kannagi">here</a> to know about Kannagi). That's why Ramayana is called as an epic. So don't blindly believe any guy or a girl. By contraries, girls expect their guys to be Raman. If so, there is no harm in pretending to be Raman. Dont be a shithead to confess whatever crime you committed before, to your girl/guy and expect him/her to forgive you. <span style="font-style: italic;">The weak can never forgive, forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.</span> Forget being forgiven, don't ever expect the other person to understand you. You go confess your feelings from the bottom of your heart but all you get in turn is "<span style="font-style: italic;">Get lost you lying cheating bastard</span>" from the mouth of your loved one. Even if you go confess, the other person may still think you are a liar. So why go confess? :D. Act like a Raman and get the girl. :P<br /><br />5. Guys please watch out when a girl comes to you and calls you brother/anna/bhaiya/whatever. Take extra care with such girls, coz being a friend with a girl is okay but being a brother to a girl who is not your blood is pretty perilous. I have also seen guys giving importance to girls than their career. God please save them.<br /><br />6. Be the one to make somebody smile. Life is short. Make it meaningful by being the reason to make others happy. If people think that you don't deserve to be happy, so be it. Don't let anyone steal your Happiness. If they don't want to enjoy life with you, then just let them be, and enjoy your life without them. Every single person in this world deserves happiness, even if he had committed the biggest crime in the world. Nobody can snatch it from you. Your happiness is in your hands. If you think you are happy, you are happy. If you think you are sad, you are sad.<br /><br />7. When someone hurts you, forgive them. I believe that Life is all about "loving, caring and forgiving...". It happens far too often. Words can deal a fatal blow to a relationship. People say mean and hurtful things, sometimes intentionally, to hurt the person they love the most. <em>When you haven't forgiven those who've hurt you, you turn your back against your future. When you do forgive, you start walking forward. </em>How powerful this statement is?<em><br /><br />8. "There is only one sin. only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft. When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness". </em>The golden words from the book 'The Kite Runner'.<br /><br />9. In a fiasco, help your friends. When you're helping your friends make sense of their life, everything about your life makes sense to you.<br /><br />10. Never ever blame others for your own mistakes. <span style="font-style: italic;">"When you blame others, you give up your power to change".</span> That is a quote by Douglas Noel Adams. It's quite important to burn into your mind how powerful that simple statement really is.<br /><br />11. <span style="font-style: italic;">If you think that everyone stands with u always in all situations, then you are absolutely wrong. Everyone won't be with u always. Actually no one will be with u always. Its your life and you have to live it whether anyone is with u or not. We have to lead our life what ever happens. Just remember you came all alone to this earth and you will die alone. Everything in between is temporary. Just don't get emotionally attached to anyone or anything coz when that thing or that person leaves you, you can see what is death when u r still alive.</span> This one is not directed at anyone. I liked this one very much and so am putting it up here.<br /><br />12. This one is for those who have loved and lost. Never be sad for what is over, just be glad that it was once yours. <span style="font-style: italic;">"Never regret what has happened in the past. There is no chaos in this universe. There is a purpose for everything that has ever happened to you, and everything that will happen to you. Remember, every experience offers lessons. So stop majoring in minor things. Enjoy your life".</span> In simple Tamil, <span style="font-style: italic;">"ippo enakku oru figure ah pudichirukkunnu vaiyyaen.. enna pannuvaen theriyuma? Neraa antha ponnaanda poye.. itho paaru.. enakku unna pudichirukkuthu.. unakku enna pudichirukkutha? pudichiruntha okay. Illenna loss. Paavam antha figurekku.. NAMAKKU AAYIRAM FIGURE MADIYUM MACHI.."</span> :D<br /><br />13. I don't know why, but I get so much involved when it comes to movies. They teach you life's best lessons, don't they?. One such was from the movie Ayan. The scene where Surya and Jegan booze together in the terrace. Jegan says, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Itha pannu atha pannu etha venaa pannu. Nalla kaasu sambaari. 40 45 vayasula apdiye oru stop pannu. Roadla nadantha naalu peru salute adikkanum. Dei Deva, Vaazhura varaikkum eppadi venaalum vazhalaam da. Aana saagum bothu nallavana saaganum. "</span> [Eng:- Do this or that, earn good money, at 40 or 45 put a full stop to it. When you walk on the road, people must salute you with respect. We can live as we like but we must die as good men.]<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Epilogue </span><br /><br />I hope I covered all my life's valuable lessons in this post. I have a lots more to share but I think this is sufficient enough. I reckon this is my longest blog I have ever written. Now for the anonymous reader who suggested this topic, let me know if I have missed any.<br /><br />P.S:- I am taking a break from the blogging world for two months till my exams are over. See you guys soon. Miss ya.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Update:- I forgot to mention the most important lesson of my life. It's about relationship. Love your mate. Stay with her. Commit to her. Do not betray her. Do not look at another woman. Do not even fantasize about how life will be in another woman's arms. Maintain, protect, and defend your commitment to your wife/gf. This lesson holds good only for those who are in a relationship. And for people like me (as in, I don't have a girlfriend, I have girlfriendsssssssss), just stick to the other lessons of my life and ignore this one. :P</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880053462637268928.post-50608905989867001292009-10-15T23:07:00.005+05:302009-10-16T00:57:08.798+05:30The 'Ka' Factor<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />The 'Ka' factor. It has been a nine days' wonder for my best pals recently. I had this as my orkut status and people got confused and were scratching their heads (balls in case of guys), what's the 'Ka' factor is all about. So what's this 'Ka' factor?. It's not a variable co-efficient, not something that is related to physics like the Boltzmann factor or the Bayes factor in Statistics. You might get discontented if you know what it's about. Okay let me not be backward in coming forward.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A few days back</span><br /><br />I was busy texting one of my friends when Nivash interrupted and asked me who am I texting all day long. I told him my friend's name and then he noticed something interesting in that. I have had a long list of friends (esp girls). But I get close only to few and only few like me the same way I do. Nivash knows all of them since he is one of the bestest friends I have in my life.<br /><br />"Did you observe something?" He said.<br />"Something what?"<br />"The name. The name of your friend you just said."<br />"Yea. Her name is Monika. What's intriguing in that?"<br />"Her name ends with Ka". He smiled.<br />"Wow. You have brains. And the most astonishing thing is, it works sometimes." I simpered. I knew what he was trying to say.<br /><br />It all started with my ex girl friend (not disclosing her name) her name ended with 'Ka'. Next was her sister and her name ended in 'Ka' as well. Their chapters are over so now moving on to the next 'Ka' and that's my closest pal Ishika. Words just fail to express how best a friend she is to me. Sometimes the Almighty knows what you want and He sends an angel every time from heaven to make you forget all your worries. She is one such angel who had come straight from the heaven. And finally, the latest to join the club, the club of Ka's is Monika. A medico from CMC, Vellore. She claims herself to be the budding doc and brags often that she has the license to kill just like Mr. James Bond. She is very naughty and I couldn't help loving the way she talked to me over phone the very first time. All the previous club members knew my secret but on the contrary I knew the secrets of Ms. James Bond. I am her Daddy. That's how she calls me and I love my daughter very very much. So guys, that's what "Ka" factor is all about. If you are miffed after reading this post, you just need to have a beer as I keep wondering who is gonna be the next member to join the club. Bhoomika or Priyanka or Soubarnika(Wet Grinder)? Lolz..<br /><br />P.S:- This blog doesn't mean that all my best buddies have the "Ka" factor in them. Exceptions include Cainath, Seemz, Meera & Sweety<br /></div>Fahad Y Mohammedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863071315367707107noreply@blogger.com6