Shiv Sena - Terrorists of INDIA

Touch your heart and tell me, aren't we sick of these "Sena" group which haunts MUMBAI and our entire nation ? What the hell they think of themselves ? Death is visiting every house in this world and why can't it go and visit the SENA's house once and then clear them all ? Their atrocity is going beyond the tolerable limit of every INDIAN, if this would have been a kind of gang anywhere else outside INDIA, the government would have wiped them off in a day. That gang injects venom into our community and corrupts the mind of every INDIAN. Who the hell are they to dictate terms on matters which they are not at all related to ? Today I was shocked to see an interview given by one of the jerk from that gang, he is saying "We will allow not any PAK / AUS player to come to INDIA and play cricket ..."

What I hate the most in INDIA is every community is so bloody fond of their language and try acting as if they want to protect that and if not those languages wud never exist and that to me is bull shit. In Tamil Nadu a jerk is ruling the state and try's every possible thing to make "TAMIL" as the only spoken language in that state. In Karnataka another jerk of a group called "Kannada Rakshana Vedike" which is spewing venom on Tamil people and they on their own have started a grudge between those two communities, and they talk as if "Kannada" is the prime most language in INDIA and everyone should learn their education only thru that medium. Similarly we have jerks everywhere in this country but nothing can match like this sickening sena's who were so damn pressing on MUMBAI and forcing non-marathi speaking people to get out of that city. I am surprised that the MUMBAI government is not taking any measures to stop this ever growing menace.

When the government is bold enough to put a rule saying that the individuals cannot and should not air their political or religious views on their blog or website or social networking sites which would provoke communal violence, why they hell they can't put a ban to the daily called "Saamna" which is owned by the SENA group and which literally provokes the marathi's into violence ? I am very much sure that none of the educated community would back the SENA's and it is only that gang of illiterates and brainless idiots who form a gang and support them. Considering the fact that INDIA is a democratic country (I still suppose it is still the fact), any city in this country is a FREE to live for any INDIAN citizen and what these SENA group is trying to do by not allowing any non-marathi's people to live there, is beyond explanation of DEMOCRACY. What the hell this fucking INDIAN government is doing ? They are targeting every VIP of this country and the latest victim is SRK.

Cricket is a SPORT and tying that to a religion or a community or to any bilateral ties with a country is BULL SHIT to me. I too strongly condemn the act of IPL leaving the Pakistan players in the dark and to me that was done intentionally to rub the wounds against Pakistan. That should not have happened, Pakistan is a far more talented team than INDIAN cricket team and I swear by this statement, barring Sachin Tendulkar no one in the INDIAN team has the fire in the belly to win matches for our country, but Pakistan on the other hand are known to be fighters and they never lack the fire power in them. If we consider talent as the key to enter into IPL, I would have definitely expected most of the Pakistan players being picked up for the auction. It’s a grave mistake IPL has done and they have to do something to repair the damage. The SENA gang is a gang of maniac's and giving any importance to them is more like allowing cancer to grow inside your body. It's high time we INDIAN's act fast and get rid of such anti-social elements, they are worst than terrorists.

Rahul Dhulhaniya Le Jaayenge ...

"Oh no, not again" was my first reaction when I came to know that Rahul Mahajan is doing something similar to what "Raaki Savgraaki" did ... oops, I am sorry "Raaki Saawant" did. Do we still have audience to watch such horrible shows ? The last time the entire nation was glued to their TV sets as if their own daughter is getting married and finally after all the tamaasha what happened is, Raaki Saawant ditched her fiancé. I don't know if there is any governing body which is in place for monitoring or approving such TV (reality) shows. I happened to watch a trailer of this Rahul's show and his probable "fiancé’s" (can I say that way?), man, the entire nation knows the caliber of Rahul and his stunts during the Big Brother show and we all know that he was / is a drug addict and already married once, still, some stupid girls say that they LOVE HIM so much, may be they wud have meant "I LIKE YOUR FINANCIAL STATUS SO MUCH" ...

What hits me hard is, where is the bloody money in our country to host such "good-for-nothing-useless-for-no-one" types of shows ? I was stunned to see the number of sponsors who have lined up to host this show. On the other hand a leading survey says that in INDIA there is more than 70% of the population who lives with Rs 80 per day as their salary, INDIA is the only country where 30% of the population is termed as POOR, and INDIA is the second country next to Africa for HUNGER deaths. WTF?? Why can't these sponsors help those poor and the needy and what the hell they are going to get in hosting such a stupid show like this. What rich costumes, unimaginable indoor sets, and over and above all these, if you hear the complete agenda of this show, I am sure close to 50 crores would have gone into the making, I mean, into the drain. Rahul Mahajan with all those make-up (lipstick included) and "Sherwaani" on him, look like an unattended frozen DEAD BODY somewhere on a snowy mountain. "Palliya thiruppi pottaa maadhiri vellaiyaa irukaan" (Looks like an up-side down turned Lizard)

The girls who were all dressed up and ready to gear themselves to live a life with that flirt, drug addict, drunkard etc etc, looked so bright and all of them have attached an "artificial" smile on their face. What I am not able to get is, does the girl's parents too would have agreed for their daughter to come and participate in such nasty shows ? And is that the way they want their daughter to choose their partner ? Don’t they know that Rahul is a person who does not have any credibility ? All these questions remain as questions and I am sure it will never be answered. All these shows once again prove that the media has stamped all its viewers as "Senseless Idiots" and we will see any crap of a program that is being showed in the "Idiot Box". I request all my readers not to even switch your channel to "NDTV Imagine" for the next 1 month and then dare to watch such a sickening program. Ok Ok Ok, I am not writing this post just out of jealous that I did not get any sponsor to launch my "Bride" hunt and having a program on my name like "Satish Ek Ladiki Find Karoooo" ;-)

1411 and Counting down ...

I don't know what this piece of blog can bring in as a change to the vastly vanishing TIGER population in our country, but I wanted to do my part here at least by blogging about it. I know many of the readers of this blog wouldn’t have even seen a TIGER in real, and we are not poachers, but knowingly or unknowingly we are also responsible for killing tigers, by buying products which are made out of TIGER skin, I am not saying that we are obsessed with that piece of material, but I am just requesting to you all not to buy anything that is made out of that poor things skin, and one thing that reminds me here is, the only use less creature on this entire planet is HUMANS where they are not useful for anything or anyone even while they are living or after their death, because we are very busy in minding our own life and we don't have time to think about others.

I saw a very touching documentary in NDTV 24X7 today and that was so shocking. That documentary talks about a TIGER by name Seetha and her 5 new born cubs, it is a very well documented film, which starts from the date when she mates with her partner and till the date she gave birth to 3 male and 2 female cubs. The documentary shows how much care that TIGER takes for her younger ones and how much protective she is on them. Those tiny fellas are so damn cute and you would really love to own one of them, the way in which they ended the documentary was shocking, the cubs were too young and scary and they don't know how to venture into the wild and the commentary on the documentary goes like this "The young little one's are now all alone for almost 5 days and there is no sign of Seetha returning back to their shelter, the young one's are very hungry and scared, they even get scared on their own shadow (now the camera focus close-up on those cute little cubs), and they are all wondering when their mom would come and feed her ...." Now the camera moves into the WILD and we hear 4 bullet shots and the commentary ends like this "May be she will never return to see them ...." That was too touching for me and I could feel the pain ...

We are saying that TIGER is our national animal and all we have with us is just 1411 tigers nationwide. This is a sheer shame on us and if we continue to allow those merciless poachers to kill that innocent mammal, we all should be blamed for that disaster and no one else. Once again waiting for the sickening politicians to take this issue into their hands and solve this for us, we are STUPIDS. I will be happy if the total number of politicians count in this country is diminishing, and that's a welcome sign, they are WORST than a tiger, at least TIGERS attack only if they are threatened, but politicians attack just for them to survive. Let’s not expect the government to do anything in this issue, lets create awareness amongst the people and lets at least raise our voice to save that wonderful animal. When rotten politicians can live in this land, why can't a gorgeous and a brave TIGER live ? Just see that documentary which is showed every 15 minutes in NDTV 24X7, you too will feel that pain. LETS BLOG, TWEET, DO SOMETHING TO CREATE AWARENESS FOR SAVING OUR NATIONAL ANIMAL.

Tagged by Amrita

1. What is your current obsession?
Nothing. I am pretty much happy with what I have now.

2. What are you wearing today?
Shorts / T-Shirt

3. What’s for dinner?
Curd Rice and Dosa

4. What’s the last thing you bought?
A box of my one and only fav sweet Baadusha :)

5. What are you listening to right now?
The sound of my apartments generator as we have a power cut now ...

6. What do you think about the person who tagged you?
One of the few persons who inspired to start writing a blog. Her writings says her character, though I don't know her much, I am sure she is a wonderful personality and an inspiring character.

7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?
India, Chennai, Mylapore ... thats heaven to me

8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?
Anything that keeps me cool.

9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
To New Jersey, Avalon Cove Apartments. Wanted to take a walk along the hudson river. That place is my second home.

10. Which language do you want to learn?
JAVA ;-))) ok ok, cool ... Hindi

11. What’s your favourite quote?
Be Good, Do Good, Nothing can go BAD

12. Who do you want to meet right now?
None. Its not that I dont want to, but I am yet to go to loo, so let me finish that first ;-)))))

13. What is your favourite colour?

14. Give us 3 styling tips that work for you.
If I would have known that, why am I still single ?? ;-)). Well, just be yourself and that should be the style others wanted to follow.

15. What is your dream job?
Sleeping, only then I get to DREAM ;). Nothing, the JOB that I have right now, I am doing it with passion.

16. What’s your favorite magazine?
Anandha Vikatan (Tamil)

17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?
No idea, $100 is way too small of an amount

18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?
What's this question all about ?? :))))

19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?
Sania Mirsa

20. What kind of haircut do you prefer?
Very ordinary medium haircut with no style.

21. What are you going to do after this?
Please refer the answer for Q.No 12 ;-)))

22. What are your favourite movies?
I am not a movie buff, so I don't have much of a big list. I wud say, I liked "The day of the jackal" a lot

23. What inspires you?
The good hearted people who live around me.

24. What do your friends call you most commonly?
Sat or Bhaashaa

25. Would you prefer coffee or tea?
Coffee, that too only two times a day and not more

26. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?
Feeling low, yes I tend to be so sometimes, terribly depressed never happens. But in any case, I choose to be quite and calm and work out a plan to come out of that. Never take things with an emotional quotient.

27. What makes you go wild?
Wild in the bad way - When ppl talk on my back and people who do a lot of self-trumpeting
Wild in the good way - Whenever my GOD, my ICON, my ROLE MODEL Sachin Tendulkar is on screen.

28. Which other blogs do you love visiting?
All those in my blogroll :)

29. Favorite Dessert/Sweet?
Strictly no Dessert's. Sweet its only Baadushaa

30. How many tabs are turned on in ur browser right now?
Just 2

31. Favorite Season?
Summer .... I love sweating like a pig. I am good at my cricket when I field at 12 noon on a hot Chennai ground, during mid May :)

32. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me?
My aunt has taken over the kitchen department from me, so I have to ask her. Since I treat all my friends as my family, I will not prepare something special, I will just serve you what I eat :)

33. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?
Forget that and Forgive them, but don't avoid them. After all its one life and lets not make it a mess by having lots of reservations.

34. What are you afraid of the most?
Lizards :( (Same Pinchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

35. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
I bloody first go to a saloon and have a haircut

36. What brings a smile on your face instantly??
Whenever I see a baby's innocent smile

37. A word that you say a lot?
I know ... :)

38. What would you do if you were made President of India for one day?
Sack all the politicians and then bring in KING's rule once again to see INDIA flourish

39. What is that one thing that keeps you going.
Self-belief and Faith on the Allmighty

40. Whats one thing that you used to love that you left
Eating Samosa's. Man, I used to eat them like anything, but its now more than 8 years, I tasted one.

41. What would be your reaction, if you come to know that today is the last day of your life
Oh shit, what the hell I am doing by wasting my precious time tagging these questions, I have tonnss to do today. Let me rushhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Rules for those who are tagged:

Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag others :)

I tag

Pick it up when you find time folks ....

I am your Fan ...

This guy for some reason stares me at office whenever I cross his cubicle, and most of the times he will flash a smile at me and I duly return that smile back to him, and till date I don't know his name and I am not sure whether he knows my name or not, but to my surprise, it looks like he knows my name as he wished me a "Good Morning Satish" in the restroom today, and I wished him back and I was not sure whether to ask his name or leave it as it is, and he was enquiring me about my project and how things are and the usual questions one would have in this IT industry. I washed my face and I was about to open the door and come out, that time this guy said "I am your fan, I used to listen and enjoy all your jokes that you crack", I did not know how to react, other than flashing a smile and wishing him a thanks ...

I picked up my cup of coffee and went to my desk and within two minutes I got an email from an unknown name which my mailbox has not seen before, and I opened it and the message read "Good Morning and Have a nice day!!! - *name*, I replied back saying "I think I am not the intended recipient and hence please forward this email to the concerned party", within minutes I got a reply saying "Satish, I am the one who spoke to you just now in the restroom" and I was like "Whattttttttttt ??" and did not bother to reply to that. My day was so hectic today and hence I could not get time to even pee and was glued to my desk for a long time. Lunch bell rang and my tummy started to grumble and I went to the cafeteria. In cafeteria, I happened to collide with a female employee by accident, I was narrating something to my gang and she was getting up from her chair to take something, in that mele I happened to dash my hands on her elbow and of course the pain was on my hand as her elbow bone hit me hard. Finished lunch and came out ...

My blackberry blinked at me with a new mail and it was from that same person "Looks like you had a painful collision and a smiley", I just do not know what to reply or how to react to that, so left it as it is. Once again I was glued to my work and few haunting issues made me sink into it and I did not utter a word all thru the day. No one can stop nature and hence I had to relieve myself, went to the restroom and I was promptly welcomed by that same person with a wide smile on his face and he said "Looks like we both are drinking same amount of water today", I was like "Phew ... Oh no, not again", just winked and relieved myself, to my shock that person was waiting for me till I finished, and said "I wish I could come and join your team", I was like "For what ?? To go to loo together is it??". He narrated one of my comments which I passed few weeks back and said, he was laughing over that for almost 2 weeks. Actually speaking, I did not know what he said, as my mind was pretty much occupied on my issue.

Here comes the highlight, he asked me if I am from Andhra Pradesh, I said "I am from Chennai" and then he followed "You are Satish from I-Gate right?" and I said "No, I am from Oracle", he said "You only interviewed me in I-Gate", I was like "What the hell ?? I never worked for I-Gate, then how I could have interviewed him? and said "No, I never worked for I-Gate", he said some big sentence in "Telugu" and then stared at me, and I said "I don't know telugu", he cross verified my name as "Satish Nagabushanam", and I replied "Satish Nagasubramaniam", finally he said "Sorry, I don't know you, I mistook you to be my I-Gate colleague" and I was wondering "What about the statement "I am your fan" " ??. I am always surrounded by such funny people who make my life happier :)

என்னுயிர் தோழன் ...

My friend wanted me to post this piece here as well, hence publishing the same post which was published on one of my tamil blog. No appeal if there is a request from that buddy.

நடை பயின்று சில வருடங்களே ஆன நான், எனது மழலை சொற்களின் சாயலில் இருந்து விடுபடாத நான், பள்ளியில் விட்டுச்சென்ற அன்னையின் முகம் மறைந்தபின், கண்களில் நீர் கோத்த நான், வீடு எனும் கூட்டை விட்டு, வெளியுலகம் என்ற திக்குத்தெரியாத காட்டில் கால் பதித்த நான், அமைதியாக அந்த வகுப்பறையின் ஒரு மூலையில் கண்ணீர் துளிகளுடன் எனது மதிய உணவை வெறித்து பார்க்கையில், என் தோள் உரசி அதே கண்நீர்த்துளியுடன் என் அருகில் வந்தமர்ந்தான் என் தோழன்... நீண்ட இடைவேளைக்குப்பிறகு என் முகம் பார்த்து அவன் சொன்ன முதல் வார்த்தை - "அழாத, நா இருக்கேன் உனக்கு துணையா" அப்பொழுதே என் கண்ணீர்த்துளிகள் காய்ந்து போயின.

அன்னையின் பரிவையும், தந்தையின் உரிமையையும் பிசைந்து செய்த குணம் அவனுடையது, பள்ளிக்கு செல்லவே அடம் பிடத்த நான், பள்ளி இல்லாத நாட்களிலும் பள்ளிக்கு செல்ல அடம் பிடிக்க வைத்தது எங்கள் நட்பு. மதிய உணவின் இடைவேளையில் ஒரு நாள், காற்று என் சோற்றின் மீது மண் வாரிப்போட்டது, உடனே தனது வயிற்றை பிடித்துக்கொண்டு ஒவென அவன் போட்ட அலறல் இன்றும் என் செவிகளில் ஒலித்துக்கொண்டே இருக்கிறது, அனைத்தும் அவன் தன் உணவை எனக்கு கொடுப்பதற்காக போட்ட நாடகம், என்னை பசியாற வைத்து, அவன் பசி மறந்த "தாய்" என் நண்பன். கொண்டு சென்ற பலப்பத்தை தொலைத்து அழுத பொழுதுகளில், என் துயர் துடைக்க, கள்வனாகவும் மாறிய வீரன் அவன்.

வீட்டுப்பாடங்களை நான் முடிக்காத பல தருணங்களில், எனக்காக என்னுடன் சேர்ந்து முட்டிக்கால் போட்டவன், வீட்டுப்பாடங்களை முடித்துவிட்டும் ஆசிரியையிடம் காட்டாத என் நண்பன், ஏன் என்று விணவிய பொழுது - "நீயில்லாத வகுப்பறை ஒரு சவப்பெட்டி" என்று கூறி, நான் முட்டிக்கால் போடும் இடத்தில் இருக்கும் மண்ணை தன் கையால் சுத்தம் செய்தவன் அவன். வகுப்பில் உள்ள மாணவர்களை குழுக்களாக பிரித்த பொழுது, நீ என் குழுவிற்கு வர வேண்டும் என்பதற்காக உனது பெயரை மாற்றக்கோரி உன் தாயிடம் அழுது அடம் பிடித்தது இன்றும் நினைக்கையில் என்னுள் சிரிப்பையும் சிலிர்ப்பையும் ஏற்படுத்தத்தான் செய்கிறது.

காலத்தின் மாற்றங்களை எனக்குமுன் கண்டவன் நீ, அதை தான் நான் "பிஞ்சுலேயே பழுத்தவன்" நீ என்று உன்னை கேலி செய்வதுண்டு. நாம் இருவரும் பக்ரிந்த அந்த அந்தரங்கமான விஷயங்கள் தான் எத்தனை எத்தனை, நம் இருவருக்கும் மீசை முளைத்த அந்த தினத்தை ஐயங்கார் பேக்கரியில் எக் பப் வாங்கி கொண்டாடி மக்ழிந்ததை எப்படி மறக்க முடியும். எனது கிரிக்கெட் மோகத்தின் பலியாடு நீ தான் பாவம், பள்ளிக்கூடத்தில் ஸ்பெஷல் க்ளாஸ் என்று கூறி, உன் வீடிற்கு வந்து, ட்ராக்ஸ் உடை மாற்றிக்கொண்டு, மைதானத்திற்கு சென்று விளையாடிவிட்டு வரும் வரையில் உனக்கு உன் வீட்டின் பால்கனிக்கு வர தடா போட்டவன் நான், எனது அதே தெருவில் நீ குடியிருந்ததர்க்காக கொடுத்த கூலி அது. அப்படி விளையாடிவிட்டு வந்து குட்டு வெளிப்பட்டு அகப்பட்ட பல நாட்களுக்கு உன்னுடன் சேர்த்து எனக்கும் சோற்றையும் பாசத்தையும் ஊட்டினாள் நம் அன்னை, உன் அன்னை.

நம் இருவருக்கும் ஒரே கல்லூரியில் படிக்க வாய்ப்பு கிடைத்த அந்த தருணத்தை இன்றும் என் மனதுக்குள் மகிழ்ச்சியுடன் அசை போட்டுக்கொண்டு இருக்கிறேன் நான். நீ வைத்திருந்த அந்த ஸ்ட்ரீட் காட் சைக்கிள் தான் நம் BMW அதில் நாம் மைலாப்பூர், மந்தைவெளி, ஆர் எ புறம் போன்ற இடங்களில் சுத்தித்திருந்த மாலை வேளை பயணங்கள் நம் இருவருக்கும் பிடித்தமான ஒன்று, நம் வாழ்க்கை எப்படி அமைய வேண்டும் என்று நீயும் நானும் திட்டம் தீட்டிய வாலிபப்பருவம் அது, அந்த திட்டங்களை நாம் இருவரும் நிறைவேற்றிய அந்த 1997 ஆம் ஆண்டு, லஸ் கார்னரில் உள்ள பாம்பே ஹல்வா ஹௌசில் சமோசா வாங்கி இரு துண்டாக பிரித்து நமக்கு ஓட்டிக்கொண்ட காட்சியை படம் பிடித்து வைக்க மறந்தது நம் தவறு தான்.

உனது ப்ராஜெக்ட் ஒன்றின் வேலைக்காக நீ நியூ யார்க் சென்ற பொழுது, என் வாழ்வில் ஒரு சூனியம் உருளுவதை நீ அந்த விமான வரவேற்ப்பறை தாண்டும் வரையில் நான் உணரவில்லை, எனக்காக நீ உனது $40 வருமானத்தில் செய்த தொலைப்பேசி அழிப்புகள் தான் எத்தனை எத்தனை. அதே நியூ யார்க்கில் 2002 ஆம் ஆண்டு, நான் உன்னை JFK விமான நிலையித்தில் சந்தித்த பொழுது, நம் இருவரையும் அறியாமல் வெளியேறிய அந்த கண்ணீர்த்துளியை நாம் நன்றாகவே சமாளித்தோம். நாம் இருவரும் வெளிநாட்டில் சந்தித்த முதல் இரவு அது, நம்முடன் சேர்ந்து நியூ யார்க்கும் அன்று தூங்கவில்லை என்று தான் சொல்லுவேன். நாம் அன்று இரவு பேசிய ரகசிய கனவுகளும், நம் கனவில் வரும் கனவுக்கன்னிகளின் பெயர்களையும், மறந்தும் வெளியே சொல்லிவிடாதே.

பின் குறிப்பு - நம் இருவரின் கனவுக்கன்னி "வயகரா" வை இந்த முறை அமெரிக்க சென்ற பொழுது கன்சாஸ் சிட்டியில் பார்த்தேன், இப்பொழுது அவளுக்கு நான் பெயர் வைக்க வேண்டும் என்றால் "வயசான" கரா" என்று தான் வைக்க வேண்டும், வேணாம் மச்சி, அது இப்போ ரொம்பவே மோசமா இருக்கு பார்கறதுக்கு, அவளின் குழந்தைகள் இருவரும் அழகு.

உன் போன்ற ஒரு நண்பன் எனக்கு கிடைத்தது என் வாழ்வின் வரம், என் அன்னையின் மறைவிற்கு பின், நீ என்னுடன் இருந்த நாட்கள், என் தாய் என்னுடன் இருப்பதை போன்று தோன்ற வைத்தது. உன் அன்னைக்கு என் உயிர் உள்ளவரை என்றும் நான் கடமைப்பட்டுளேன், அவர்களின் அன்பும், கண்டிப்பும், என்னை செதுக்கியதில் பெரும்பங்கு வகிக்கும். இன்று நம் இருவரின் அன்னையரும் விண்ணிலிருந்து நம்மை ஆசீர்வதித்துக்கொண்டுதான் இருக்கிறார்கள், அதனால் தான், நாம் இருவரும் இன்று வாழ்வின் பல சிகரங்களை தொட துணை புரிந்துள்ளது. உன் பெயரை வெளியிடாமலே இது உனக்கான பதிவு என்று நீ புரிந்து கொள்வாய் என்று எனக்கு தெரியும். என்னை எனக்கு மேல் புரிந்து கொண்டவன் நீயாயிற்றே.

மைலாப்பூரில் உள்ள அந்த பள்ளியின் 1B வகுப்பறையில் உள்ள கடைசி மர பெஞ்ச் சொல்லுமடா, நாம் இருவரும் தண்ணீரில் நனைத்த சாக் பீஸ் கொண்டு அதனடியில் எழுதிய நம் நட்பின் வாசகத்த. காலங்களும் தூரங்களும் நம் இருவரையும் தற்காலிகமாக பிரித்து விட்டது நண்பா, காலத்தின் தீர்ப்பு மாறும் என்றால், மீண்டும் உன்னோடு சேர்ந்து அதே 1B வகுப்பறையின் மர பெஞ்சில் ஒரு நிமிடம் வாழ வேண்டும், நம் இருவரின் நட்பு துவங்கிய அந்த 1981 ஆம் ஆண்டிற்கு நாம் இருவரும் செல்ல வேண்டும், மறக்காமல் மதிய உணவிற்கு அதே தோசையும், அதனுடன் நீ என்மீது வைத்திருக்கும் ஆசையும் அள்ளித்தர நீ வருவாயா ?

என் சகோதரி சுமித்ராவிற்கும், என் உயிரினும் மேலான செல்ல குட்டி தீபிகாவிற்கும் இந்த தொகுப்பை படித்து காட்டு. நம்மை பொருத்த வரை வருடத்தின் எல்லா நாடக்களும் நண்பர்கள் தினம் தான், ஆனால், இந்த முறை, உனக்காக இந்த சிறப்பு பதிவை சமர்ப்பிக்கிறேன். எந்த குறையுமின்றி, நீடூடி வாழவேண்டும் நீ.

இப்படிக்கு உன் உயிர் நண்பன்
- பாஷா

Mylapore Festival ...

I had been lucky enough to see this "Mylapore Festival" this time during my one day visit to Chennai last week. This is one event which has been happening for the past 4 years and this event is to showcase the cult of Mylapore and its varied heritage. There would be lots of exhibitions and food stalls around all the four mada streets and it would be lit up as bright as day and cultural events like dance, singing, drama would be staged during this four day celebration. A big stage has been setup right opposite to the main entrance of Sri Kabaaleeswarar Temple and various cultural activities were staged there. I was stunned to see the brathanatiyam dance performance by 14 girls who were just 6 years old, my GOD, what a show, the entire Mylapore stood up and gave those little angels a standing ovation and they truly deserve it. I happened to overhear a conversation by two sets of folks and that literally shook me for once and made me to once again thank GOD for the kind of life he has given me / us...

My main attraction during this festival was the variety of food stalls which were setup right opposite to Ladies Sivaswami School and unfortunately I could not eat any of them as I am going to "Shabarimalai", but it was fun to watch people coming out in large numbers and then having a blast of time with their loved ones and enjoying the food that was served there without thinking much about hygiene or calories. There was one particular menu which attracted almost all the visitors and that is called as "Vennai Veechu" (Butter Roll, to be more precise), it is a piece of fried vegetable roll, which was completely made out of butter, and for folks who have high cholesterol should not even see that. I was keener in watching how they prepare that and it sounded to be very simple. They take rice flour which is mixed with some spicy chilly and its prepared in the consistency of how we make "Bhajji". They have already prepared the curry of mixed vegetables and the guy takes a ball of that mixture, dip it in that rice flour, fry it and once it attains golden brown color, he plunges that hottie into a tin of white butter, and serves it hot for us and the butter just melts inside your mouth and gives you a heavenly taste.

There was an art exhibition which was held in the nearby school and me being a person who has no connection to any forms art, just skipped that, in a way to do justice to the art that was kept inside. I enjoyed the "Anthaakshari" by class 3 students, and they literally blew me away with the way they pronounced the lyrics, kids these days are super smart. During that show one of the team member got the word "Jhaa" as the starting word and he does not know what to sing, immediately he sang "Ja Na Gha Na Mana ...." and the entire crowd could not even burst into laughter as that being our National Anthem and everyone stood up from their chairs and I could still hear loud giggles all around. There was an "Idly" eating competition where "Fat" maama's were busy stuffing hot Idly's into their mouth, I was praying that no one should get hurt and run into breathing related problems.

Coming to the part of me over hearing two piece of dialogues from two sets of people, one was from a dad who was holding his 30+ old daughter's hand, and the first sight at that girl would clearly say that she is mentally not stable, she was having her saliva drooling all over her chin and her dad has to keep wiping that with his kerchief, when I was crossing them, I overheard he saying "You don't have to eat anything, you living itself is a burden to me and you still want me to spend money for you". I could read this statement as a reaction to his emotional frustration, and the fear that he has in his mind of who will take care of her after his period. Similar to these lines, I saw a mother (75+) who was holding the hands of her 50+ old daughter who is half blind and a spinster and that half blind girl was telling "I don't know what I will do after you die, who will bring me to such festivals ??" Not sure why these two incidents shook me so badly, and made me to re-think of what exactly we mean by "happiness" in life ? One thing for sure is, we are truly blessed for the way we are today and never ever crib in life for more.

Being born and brought up in Mylapore, I just enjoyed being there every minute and my heart simply refused to come back to Bangalore. I wish I get a chance to attend this festival every year and I also wish those two sets of people to be given the strength to attend this festival for many more years.

Twelve and Counting ...

Time to go down memory lane as I step into the 13th year of my professional career, It has been a journey full of fun, excitement, joy, humiliation, frustration, irritation, anger, passion, friends and more. I still remember the night when I told my dad that I am going to go to work, and he was like, "Work ?? Where and as what ??" and I told him that I am going to join a company called "Internet Commerce and Solutions" as a Web Developer and with a salary of 2000 rupees per month, and immediately my dad said "No you don’t need to go to job now, you have just finished your college and it is not the time for you to go to work and I am in no hurry for you to add income to our family and there ends the discussion and the next day, both of us got ready to go to work and my dad asked, "So you have decided to go to job in spite of me not liking that ?" and I said "It's not the question of money that I am trying to earn, it’s just the fact that I have got so many certifications on my back and I wanted to test my skill" and there started my journey in this IT field ...

Jan 21st 1998, the first time, I too walked out of the house for work rather for a usual cricket match and my granny asked me "Where are you going without your kit?" and then I told her that I am going for a job, got blessings from her and from all the departed souls of my family and then waited in the bus stop to go to "Mahalingapuram" and yes, all for Rs 2000 per month. Me getting that job is in itself is an accident. I and my friend who were attending our MCA contact class, went out for lunch during our break, while walking on the pavement of Madras University, my friend's friend met him and it was a chat that changed my life forever. He told me that he was looking out for someone who has got good knowledge about HTML and ASP and my friend was quick to say "This guy knows HTML and he has designed lots of web pages", so that friend asked me if I know ASP (Active Server Pages) and I have to cut a sorry figure for that, but still, he said "So when will you learn, just come and join my company tomorrow and learn there, I will pay you Rs 2000 per month". I just could not believe what I just heard and there started the making of this Architect ;-))) (ok ok, an ordinary Architect)

Even before getting my first salary, I was having plans for how to spend that, and this is how my budget goes. Rs 1500 for dad, Rs 60 for bus pass and token, Rs 100 for cassettes (all SPB hits) and the rest is savings. I now wonder that I was still able to live a happy and a contended life even with that salary. I was working hard in that place for nearly 8 months and then happened the miracle of my life, me getting an offer from one of the leading IT company, I was picked up for my skills on C++ and within a week, I was deported to the dream land of all IT geeks the USA. My family was shitting bricks and no one was ready to digest that I am going to go away from them for a longer period. My dad was in dilemma whether to allow me and make my career grow or to keep his only son next to him, later he decided to allow me to go abroad as the typical middle class Brahmin mentality kicked in and he too wanted tell everyone that his son is in the US. California too welcomed me with too hands and the whole of 5 and odd years abroad (on and off) was really a great experience.

I was blessed to travel a variety of countries like US, all most all of APAC except KOREA, Canada, Amsterdam, and Netherlands but no country gave me the pleasure of being in INDIA, when I took a conscious decision of coming back to our country, I was very happy and never regretted that decision. Leaving Oracle was one of the toughest decisions of my career, it is not that easy to leave a company where you have grown and that too after spending more than a decade of your stint in that place, but I wanted to move on and venture into new challenges and hence joined this current company. I am one of the few fortunate people who have their CTC quite close to their age in lakhs ;)) and that too in INDIA, so I am enjoying every bit of my professional career now and I am not going to get out of this any time soon. I am stepping into the 13th year of my career and I hope the years to come is going to give me more experience and challenges which I can use to its fullest and move on to clinch my dream role, the CTO. I am thankful to the almighty, my family and friends for being with me during the ups and downs of my career and supporting me all the time.

Tested Positive ...

Vinay was tensed to the core and he just did not expect that he has to see such a phase in his life. Life was so beautiful for Vinay since he married Preethi, and soon his joy doubled when they had Ashwathi. Vinay felt so blessed for the kind of life GOD has given him. Preethi decided to quit her job as she wanted to give her full attention to Ashwathi and Vinay is happy about that even though he knows that he has to take a straight cur of 80K a month from his family income, but as Ashwathi started to grow, they had this problem coming up and Vinay who once thought that the issue is nothing and it can be resolved easily, is now grown to its full size and little Ashwathi does not know anything about the problem and she was happily playing with her doll ...

One day Preethi was reading the newspaper and this ad took her attention and immediately she called Vinay and said, that they have to try this out, but Vinay was not so comfortable in taking Ashwathi there, because he is not so comfortable with the folks who gave that ad, but Preethi was confident that they will do a good job and hence convinced Vinay to take Ashwathi there. Vinay reminded the last instance where they took Ashwathi to a place and she was crying like crazy all the time and he does not want her to put thru the same pain again and again, but both Preethi and Vinay knows that they are running against time and they don't want to risk Ashwathi life. Vinay is bugged of all these but he has no choice other than going to that place where the ad mentioned and the scene there was horrible, there were lots of young kids in the same age group of Ashwathi and all were looking pale and weak and scared, Vinay's heart skipped a beat for a moment after seeing that and Ashwathi sensed this and looked pale as well

That entire floor was full of children crying and their parents comforting them, Preethi hugged Ashwathi who was visibly upset. The initial rounds of test were conducted and they were waiting for the results, Ashwathi's hands have started to swell and that is not a good sign, little Ashwathi was crying in pain as her hands and finger started to swell, to add more tense and pressure to the situation, Ashwathi's results came and it was all POSITIVE. Vinay just could not see that, so he walked off the corridor. The heart beat was increasing when little Ashwathi was taken inside the room and both Preethi and Vinay were not allowed to come in.

While Preethi was anxiously waiting outside for more than 30 minutes and she heard a huge cry of Ashwathi and there stopped Preethi's heart, immediately a person came rushing out of the room and called her inside, Vinay stood frozen there, and after 5 minutes of time, Preethi came out of the room with her dhuppataa covering her mouth and tears flowing down her cheeks, Vinay did not have the guts to ask her "What happened", with words blocking her throat, she gathered some strength and said "Vinay ... Ashwathi has got the admission and we can go and pay the fees". Vinay was jumping up and down in the corridor and little Ashwathi came out with a CADBURY bar in her hand.

Frozen Love ...

Varun was tensed and excited at the same time, as today is the D-Day of his life, he is gonna break his silence and then tell that news to Kaavya, he took out the final piece of dialogue which he wrote after wasting nearly 300 pages, he has already rehearsed it numerous times and still he felt that he is not so confident in saying that to Kaavya, so once again he stood in front of his mirror and rehearsed the speech to perfection for one last time. He opened his wardrobe and pulled all his ironed clothes out and made a mess out of it and he ran towards his ironing board and took the iron and pressed few clothes directly on the floor and he was choosing a perfect combo which he can wear while proposing to Kaavya, he was not impressed with any of the combinations and he grew wild and threw a flower vase on the mirror which shattered into pieces...

He somehow found one best combo to wear and again he took the paper out and rehearsed it in front of that broken mirror. He noticed that he has actually damaged his palm while throwing that jar out of frustration and blood has started to bleed out of that and almost it has spoiled his newly selected combo, he rushed to the washbasin, cleaned up his hands and searched for cloth to tie it up, and he was not so happy with the mess he has created for himself on that big day, Varun could not control his emotions and he eventually broke down, but within minutes he gathered strength and then he chose another new combination of dress and again he rehearsed the dialogue that he needs to talk to Kaavya "Dear, I am in love with you, without you, my life will be nothing, may I be your partner forever ? I promise you that I will take care of you, like a queen", he felt that some of the words were pretty outdated, so he tore that paper into pieces and started to write a new one, with blood still bleeding on his palm.

It was getting late and Varun could not waste any time at home, he decided to throw away the idea of giving a letter, he said that he is gonna propose to her orally and prepared him mentally for that. He took his bike keys and went near the door and to his surprise, it was Kaaya who was standing outside, he just could not believe his eyes, he rushed inside and he did a high-five against the wall and then he came back to the door and welcomed Kaavya - "Hey, what a surprise, please come, please come", Kaavya was shocked to see his wounded hand, and Varun did all that he can to hide that, but the dripping blood drops refused to stop, while Kaavya was slowly inching inside the house, Varun pulled few chairs for her to sit, he grabbed a big cushion and then placed it on the chair which was too small for that cushion, he rushed inside the kitchen which is virtually empty and pretend as if he is preparing something for her to drink, he knew that there is nothing in his kitchen.

He came back with a smile and said "I know you will not drink anything, so I am not going to force you", Kaavya asked Varun to come and sit next to her, and Varun's joy knew no bounds, and he was visually tensed and he forgot the pain that he cut on his palm had induced, he sat on the floor very next to Kaavya with his hands folded on this knees, and he was shaking his body so badly, ya, he was tensed. Kaavya had to press her teeth hard on her lips to see Varun like this, still she had the strength to come and meet him, the doctor who has gone to the loo, was shocked to see the mess Varun has created in his clinic and he immediately administered him a sleeping injection and ordered his nurse to take him inside. Varun's world stopped just before he proposing to Kaavya as he met with a fatal accident which took his memory off a few years backward, but the love he had on Kaavya did not change, now, Kaavya is his wife and mother of his only daughter but unfortunately he could not sense any of those developments. Kaavya controlled her tears and hugged her scared daughter and said - "Daddy is fine, he is still rehearsing for your school drama, don’t get scared ... ok?" and little Ananya said "Dad is a very good actor you know ..." There stands a Frozen Love ...

Alumni Meet ...

A quick visit to Chennai last week was truly a memorable one for me, not just for the fact that I met a girl for a probable alliance, it is also for the fact that I attended the my school's "Alumni Meet" and students like me who were 1994 pass out were invited, in fact even students from 1991 pass out were also there. Stepping inside my school premises after a gap of nearly 16 years is an experience I just cannot put it in words here. I started my education in that school and every classroom in that school would remind me 100s of stories. I met my good old teachers who were my constant source of inspiration. I dedicate this post to Unnaamalai miss, Vasantha Kumari miss, Latha miss, Krishna sir, of course Sunandha miss ... This is how the show unfolded and proved to me that I was actually very famous in my school ...

I just could not stop raising my eyebrows after seeing each and every friend whom I thought I will never see, the best shock and surprise was when I met my super super buddy P K Sriram, we shortly call him as PK. He was the one to identify me and he started his conversation like "Ippovaachum en magnet boxa nee thaan edutha nu othukariyaa ??" (Will you at least accept now that you were the one who stole my magnet box???") and I just could not control hugging my buddy and still maintained the same lie "No daa, god promiseaa naa edukala" (I did not take yours da, God promise) and yeah, as a statement of confession, I only took his magnet box, it cannot be termed as theft, I just safe guarded it, so that no one else steals that, including PK. I happened to meet so many crushes of mine who have come with their husband's, P was my all time fav then (4th std to 10th std) she came with her husband who was an utter shock to me, and reminded me of the saying "Kiliya valarthu korangu kaila kuduthutaa" (Parrot has been handed over to a monkey)

Unaamalai miss was my class teacher from 2nd std to 12 std, I was shaped, molded, designed and carved by that humble soul, if not for her, Satish would have been a rotten lot, "Miss, I owe you my life time, and you are my second mother, I swear, seeing you again after a long time, did made my tear glands sweat" though I am the chief idiot of the class, Unaamalai miss liked me a lot, may be becoz of the fact that I am the only mother less child in the class and she used to beat me and scold me like my real mom, and I enjoyed that as well. She was the one to open the speech and to my surprise she started like this "May I first invite the most useless and good for nothing student of my time, Satish to come on stage and tell what he is doing and has he improved at least a bit" and P was the first one to burst out of laughter and she winked at me and said "Podaa, un vandavaalam ellaam dhandavaalathula yera poradhu" (Go man, all your dirty secrets are gonna be out now).

As I walked on the dais, my then principal took over the mic and further damaged my image saying "The only boy who had the caliber to score 30 black marks in 10 days time". I was one of the worst brat my school has ever seen. I then told them the journey I had in my life and what I am doing now, and how that school has shaped me as a person and stuffs like that, and I could see a sense of pride glowing on Unaamalai miss face, and that moment I felt, I have achieved something in life. Then Unaamalai miss took over the mic and then started to wash all my dirty secrets to the assembled 500 folks, first she started with the fight myself and another student called Dhilip had, where I literally bit a portion of his ears and still that Dhilip is living in this world with a cut ear :(, that day, Unaamalai miss would have given me at least 100 hits all over my body. Then she continued to say the very famous incident of that school and the only famous incident of that school till date.

Oh yaa, yours truly arranged his rickshaw wala to act as his dad in a parents teachers meeting, little this idiot knew that my miss can easily figure that out, but I trusted very much on the color, coz me and my rickshaw wala were on the same skin tone, but unfortunately that bugger came to the school that day "heavily drunk". So the news of a student faking his dad became the talk of the town and I was famous the next day, of course I had a "Star Wars" at home is a different story. When Unaamalai miss was explaining every bit of that incident, the auditorium was ROTFL, so do I. The other famous incident of me getting two votes in SPL election was discussed and PK was pulling my leg all thru the show. I was about to get down and there came another old miss running towards the dais, "Oh No, not again" was my reaction, why ?? Because that miss was none other than "Sunandha miss" my English teacher.

She took the dais and called me near her, she is in her mid 50s and looked into my eyes and I was dwelling with shy, after a brief silence, she asked, so can I tell that now ?? Even my husband and my son are here, and I have not told them this till date. I felt so embarrassed and I just could not stand there on the dais, she hold my hands and said, he is the one and only 4th std student who gave me a love letter. The auditorium literally blasted, and yours truly was searching for a place to hide his face. Oh yaa, I liked her and at that time, love letter was the trend, so I followed. Once the laughter in the auditorium settled, I took the mic and said "Miss, since you rejected my love that time, I just could not digest it and hence I am still single", this time Sunandha miss was ROTFL. Lots of other folks shared their success story and we all thanked the school for being a very good platform for all of us to come up in life.

During the evening snack / high tea I had a hearty chat with PK, who is now a father of two, and P who is now nursing 2 kids, R my second love who is doing her husband's business and my once life time enemy K who works in the same IT industry, came to me and said "I am again telling you, you nicked that ball and it was a plumb catch" and we laughed like anything. We all exchanged email ids and added in our FB's / Orkuts and it’s a day which I will not forget for years to come. Thanks Sethu for inviting me to this and I owe you a zillion.

அரக்கர்கள் ... அமைச்சர்கள் ...

பசி மயக்கம் தாக்கிய போதும், பணி செய்ய சென்றான் ...
கண்மூடி துயிலிருந்த மகளின் கரம் பற்றி கொண்டான் ...
போகாதே என்பது போல் பார்த்த மனை தன்னை அணைத்தான் ....
இரவு நேர படம் பார்க்க கட்டாயம் செல்வோம் என்றுரைத்தான் ...
அவள் கண்ணில் தெறித்த துளி துடைத்து, முத்தம் ஒன்றை பதித்தான் ...
நேரத்தில் போய் சேரவேண்டும்மென்று வாகனத்தை மிதித்தான் ...

பயணத்தின் போதும் அன்பு மகளின் ஸ்பரிசத்தை நினைத்தான் ...
மாலை நேரம் வருவதற்கு ஏங்கி ஏங்கி தவித்தான் ...
அமைச்சர்களின் பாதுகாப்பிற்கு ஓடி ஓடி உழைத்தான் ...
வந்தவர்களின் உடைமைகளை சோதித்து முடித்தான் ...
நேற்றிவழி கடைபுரண்ட வியர்வைதனை துடைத்தான் ...
மனைவி தந்த தயிர் சோற்றை பசிதீர சுவைதான் ...

மணி பர்சில் சிரிக்கின்ற மகளின் முகம் பார்த்து சிரித்தான் ...
உடம்பில் புதுத்தெம்பு புகுந்ததை உணர்ந்தான் ....
அமைச்சர்களின் வருகைக்கு கால்கடுக்க நடந்தான் ...
அவர்களுடன் பேச இருந்த உரைநடையை பயின்றான் ...
கசங்கிவிட்ட காக்கியினை சரிசெய்து நிமிர்ந்தான் ...
வந்துவிட்ட அமைச்சர்களின் முகம் பார்த்து மலர்ந்தான் ...

வெறிகொண்டு ஓடிவந்த ஆட்களை பார்த்து அதிர்ந்தான் ...
கண்ணிமைக்கும் நேரத்தில் வெட்டுகள் பல சுமந்தான் ...
ஒரு நிமிடம் ஆவதற்குள் ரத்த வெள்ளத்தில் மிதந்தான் ...
இரு கை கூப்பி அமைச்சர்களை அழைத்தான் ...
தன் உயிரை காக்குமாறு சொருகிய விழிகளால் உரைத்தான் ...
உதவிகள் ஏதும் வாராமல் துடிதுடித்து மடிந்தான் ...

நாடி துடித்து அடங்கிய வேளையில் சிணுங்கியது அவன் அலைபேசி ...
"Ammu Calling ..."

மனிதாபிமானம், இறக்கம், ஏதும் இல்லாத அந்த அரக்கர்களை அமைச்சர்களாகிய அனைத்து தமிழ் மக்களுக்கும் என் நெஞ்சார்ந்த நன்றிகள். இது போல் மேலும் பல கொடூரமான வீடியோ காட்சிகளை கண்டுகளிக்க தயாராக இருப்போம் தமிழர்களே. தமிழன் என்று சொல்லடா தலை நிமிர்ந்து நிலாடா என்பது பழைய சொல்வடை ... தமிழன் என்று சொல்லடா ... துடி துடித்து சாவடா என்பது புதிய சொல்வடை ... அந்த காவல்காரனுக்கு நடந்த அவலம் உங்களுக்கோ, எனக்கோ நடப்பதற்கு நாட்கள் பல ஆகாது. கடவுள் என்ற ஒருவன் இல்லை தான் போலும் என்று நம்மை எண்ண வைக்கும் மற்றுமொரு சம்பவம்.

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