tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307638972012-02-13T18:59:20.679-08:00My experiences, thoughts and changes as I am molded by the beautiful journey called life--my travel among a species called humans.Vanjulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10634891466269045286noreply@blogger.comBlogger1211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763897.post-71195767302479958322010-12-29T12:00:00.000-08:002010-12-29T12:12:49.876-08:00

Sometimes we are focussed just on one subject that we fail to note that things have flown by. Sometimes literally life has flown by. My last post was something to that effect. I was so focussed on the fact that I was hurt deeply by one person and actually blocked everything else from my mind. But that is so unfair. To all the others who have been thinking about me, being with me, making my life a

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Strange way to start writing again. I have been in India again and yet again after my last post but there is still something inside me that refuses to open up to blog. Feeling terrible about it. Ideas fleet about. Things that I love, things that are new to me, people around me, the very life around me has changed so dramatically in the past 7 months that one might guess I would have had tons to

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Being footloose is very dangerous. And given to indulge, it is very difficult to reform. I used to be that way in the States. Travelling was the rule than a vacation. Every weekend was an excuse to be excused from Lakewood. Pittsburgh, NJ, NYC, Niagara, Boston, Virginia, Washington, Columbus, Lexington, Austin, the list never seemed to end. Wanted to visit Yellowstone, Vegas, Lake Placid,

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If I take a statistic on how my posts began, or the probability that it will begin with "It has been a while.." -I think that would be the sum of all positive probabilities in this universe. SO MANY TIMES!! :( Disgusted. But still...As a quick update, after a long of visa hassles and harangues with the British Government, I am finally in London!!! :) Yay!! The city I always wanted to be in.

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Epdi erukelll??? ellarum? Doing fine wherever you are? Really missed this place. Been wanting to be back and a lot of thoughts constantly whirring around the mind but never a point to tie them to. So many blogs to write and so many thoughts to share. But somehow the mind refusing to co-operate at all. Just the effort to log on to the internet and type out the words. Something rather like I better

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Uyara Uyara paranthalum Ooor kuruvi parunthaguma?

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Many a time I have wondered why God does things the way He does. There are some things that I implicitly trust. He is. He knows that I exist. He knows what I do, what I think. He takes care of me. But then there are times when I just think that He has forgotten if I am there.  It is something that goes beyond the skin. I love Him from somewhere deep and every minute I want Him to make me aware

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The morning was perfectly beautiful. The telephone rang at 6:30 AM. “”Enna aachu??? Innum thoonigindu erukiya? Office poga vendama KK?””I have been waking up every day since I landed from India around 3:00 - 3:30 am. Not to mention the fact that I sleep off at 8, 7, and finally 6 on one day. Plead jet lag. The gym works wonders on the body. A mile’s run and a mile’s cycling with an hour of

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It is a beautiful 45 degrees (F of course!!! Can degree C ever be pleasant?)outside. Fall colors and gentle rain play their part perfectly. The afternoon turning out to be a dash of colors. Wanted to be outside with my camera but needed to be at work.Decided to take a longer break than usual pleading jet lag (Oh! I just returned from a short short trip back home which I will tell you about

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Well...Long face, chin drooping, eyes clouded, eyebrows shrunk in thought, forehead furrowed, ears not listening, nose smelling meat in the next cubicle, wrinkled in disgust, lips biting one another... What could be wrong? What is happening to me?? Is it physical, metaphysical, mental?? what what what!!!!I was totally droopy and literally hanging our my desk, my head about to hit my laptop's

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This rhetoric question forms the first line of a beautiful chapter in Ponniyin selvan. This is the episode in which Sundara Chozhan, father of Raja Raja, reveals the cause of all his present affliction to his daughter Kundhavai. He talks about his love on a lonely island off the Srilankan coastline and the girl whom he believes subsequently died.This morning for some strange reason, I was

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I was suddenly struck by the desire to listen to Chinanchiru kiliye by Bharathiyar. One of my favorite songs, primarily for the simplicity of the verses, yet the profoundness of love and emotion in those lyrics, it has a special place in my heart. I used to go to sleep with paati singing that song. That and Vandadum solai thanile/ Amarar Kalki.Each stanza is love itself atleast to me as Bharati

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They say that each one of us has a spot deep deep inside our soul that our dearest desires, loves, feelings, thoughts lie. This place is so easy to reach with our dreams but so difficult to explain it to some one else. Somewhere everything can be unrestrained. Where there is no impossibilities, where the Lord rules as Antaryami.Today I was thinking about what my heart's deepest yearnings are. My

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Is the man. My dream man. The dream man of women all round the world for the past 2 centuries of his birth and travel through the classics. Born in the fertile brain of Jane Austen, Darcy sets fire to every woman's heart. Tall, debonair, ENGLISH, Handsome, intelligent,honest, resourceful, interesting, romantic, brave, caring, and of course rich. Darcy is the personification of what women want.

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There cannot be a Shrine more popular and beloved of all the Hindu shrines than the one of the Lord of the Seven Hill. Thirupati. The Lord’s appellation is Srinivasan from the prehistoric times, named so in the Vishnu Sahasranamam. Thayar Padmavati, Alar mel mangai. I remember going to Thirupati as a kid. Very vague recollections and almost no memory of the Lord till it pleased Him to call me

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A very engrossing read by Jawar Seetharaman who also wrote Udal, porul Ananthi. This book explores the subtle relation between human expectations, disappointments, vengeance and hatred carried over to the other world as well. For some time yesterday, the title applied to my case. I spent the weekend in Washington with my friend from undergrad, Ambika. The trip was real fun. We went to Washington

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One of the most powerful renditions of this song set in Devagandhari by Swami Thyagaraja, I heard a couple of years back. I can never forget it. Each time I listen to this song, it brings back the ringing tones, perfect diction and command over the flow and the improvisations that seemed to tumble out without any artifice. Genius. Not to mention the least the devotion and expressions of the

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We often hear about people say, "She is Thengai kadai chettiyaar's daughter. His hands and scales were always pure. No one can go wrong in that family." And more. That is what a name's worth. I am reminded of this seyyul,attalum paal suvaiyil kundrathu alavalaai Nattalum namballar namballare! Kettalum men makkal men makkale, sanghu suttalum venmai tharum. But to one who's credit is bad,

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The basis of human knowledge has been from the art of questioning. When you cease to question, you cease to exist as the saying goes. When I first heard this story, I was spellbound. One day, a man awoke in the petals of a huge lotus (he did not know that!). He did not know anything. What he was, why, where, how. Nothing. Even the he was not felt. There was no perception. A few years passed. He

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I was going through my blog posts dating to almost 2 years back. I suddenly felt that I had lost a lot of my vocabulary, there were words I did not remember the meaning to that I had written, stuff I don’t even think about and the simple joy of narrating the day’s happenings to a friend lost. So long now I have been thinking about writing a blog and then go, “ well…what is the use of a blog like

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Millions and millions of things have happened round the world between the time I started to think about this below and even as I typing these letters. Time flies and people do too. I really wonder at the utter insignificance of the lifespan of poeple when compared with the earth's. And how big a folly the men of the world had when they captured kingdom after kingdom and proclaimed themselves

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The wind is blowing Eastwards. I smell it and am drawn to it like a magnet. Thoughts of home spin around me. Amma, appa, attukutti(ithellam over!!), aam, patti, kovil, Thiruvallikeni, malli poo, chithis, chitapps, maams, mamis, cousins, tangi, akils, beach.. Even if I can count all my attractions to Madras, the profoundness of my attachments with each is deep. All I can say when I close my eyes

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Well..Well.. Well. What do we have here? A long hiatus..But I am back. Hopefully for good..The last week was amazingly good for the economy : I got to spend a lot of money for things that NEEDED to be done. So that was my mite in pushing the economy on.  Luxury spending? Hmm.. No.. Well Maybe. What the heck!! Yes.I bought a Papasan chair for my apt and it is the most comfy gorgeous thing that

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I am crazy!

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There are few people who even f you are in contact or not make you really really happy. (Of course there is a flip side: people who you wish you have never met &ice versa). But the reason for the smiley is I found someone in orkut that I once loved to know. Not in touch now. No contact. But. Just reading the name/ looking at the photos seem to bring back the happy moments in my college life. Rain

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Life is a long journey. Maybe too short for some. May be long enough for people who hope to make it meaningful. But everything is planned. Right down to the smallest detail of whom we happen to cross on the road. Sometimes I lose sight of what the bigger picture is. Is it living, studying, music, marriage, birth, and death as a part of life, death as the end of one and start of another. It is all

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These days go about in a shroud of gloom I am not able to place at all. Something about an impending gloom. I get sudden inspirations to work and then lose it all: be it blogging, running, whatever. I write blogs and delete them. I am kind of stuck with this desultory attitude. I am restless at work and even more so at home. I don’t sleep well. Sleep has gone out of the eyes. I seem to be doing a

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Have you ever had mushroom chutney? Man! Even the thought revolts me. Colorless. Tasteless. Smelless. Saltless. I would not want to be blender even!!!Sometimes. Just a tiny few times. I feel if it is worth anything at all. Blogging. Getting your thoughts out. Having people respond to your innermost feelings and doubts. Sometimes to reassure you and little nudge on forward and others to be

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Maybe for America. There is.The current struggle for the H1 B cap can be called a rat race by all accounts. It is an extremely difficult balancing act and I understand the plight of any government trying to win through the process. There is no win - win situation. Whatever happens, there are going to be people extremely disappointed.One side, we have the Americans: It is their country. They are

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Monday shall be it. 31st March 2008. The day Cummins files for my H1-B. As with the year before, maybe worser is the rat race for the H1B. This year, it seems likely for a lottery for the Masters/advanced degree holders. At this point, I am thinking about what I really want to do. Where I really want to be when the choice is no longer in my hands. Coming to think about it, my stay in America has

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Ellarukkum vannakam vanthanam. Intha varam NYCyil koothadithathanal..Itho. en favorite combo. Starbucks+NYC + me of course.. Though tired out and extremely dishevelled(kevalama eruken :reasons :))) Here is me. For the first time in this blog. Vanjula alias Hamsa..

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I do not remember when I had my first photograph taken but current records indicate that the first time the lens cracked was when I was around 3. Actually I do not have any embarrasing photos. Many of my friends have photos that are taken at awkward moments and in dresses that the Emperor wore. But me. No. I was always a well behaved, well dressed kid. My mom atleast took care of all of that. No

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There are possibly two ways when I really need to write something. That's when I seek this blog. When I am unhappy/nervous/confused about something and the other when I am extremely happy. The latter has already seemingly disappeared in the distant horizon..Yes. I am not feeling very good. I am actually feeling extremely bad. About myself. I am just wondering. What kinda of a 25 year old it would

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"Well. I am back!": So goes Samwise Gamgee on his return to the the Shire after Frodo sails away onto the other land with Gandalf. I am back. Means a lot of things. For one thing, I am back in the blog. I have been writing a number of stuff that remains in the laptop but never sees the light of my blog. So this is the first one after a long time. The past month has been really really busy. For

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Balaji Sakthivel seems to have a knack form crafting movies that remain etched on your mind long after you have watched them. You empathize with the characters long after they are gone, you wish their dreams come true. You hope against hope that the end one would expect from Balaji never comes. For all his amazing story telling, themes and whatever, he does come across as a very melancholic

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Life is extremely strange. At the moment we think everything is settled to doing something : it turns out to be exactly opposite. Here I was thinking that I was almost decided on something, it turns out that it will be some more time before anything is decided at all.But one thing I learnt out of it was that everything in this life is an experience. Happiness personifies each and every aspect of

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Hi all. Been a busy time. Graduated with a Masters!(Whew.. at last). Now that I have a graduate degree at hand, I am finding a lot of excuses to think about nothing in particular.(Hurray!)This morning, I found a chance to visit the Hindu online website and tune in on to what is going on TN.Mostly this blog was inspired by a small news column and my Chinese lab mate remarked, "Your(Indian) English

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Thiruvadi charanam! A jewel of Kambhoji. The alapana and the violin introduction to the song are stunning. A layman like me could recognize the kambhoji straining itself to break through the song. A more famous song would be "Kuzhaloothi manamellam" by Swami Shri Otthukaadu Venkatasubbiar. A newfound passion for tamil songs and a love for kambhoji inspired this blog..Click on the title to

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Today is the day. I have decided to snap out of my apathy that has hung around me like a funeral shroud the past few days.I was systematically killing my time and days with no hopes about a bright future, a job or a happy life. I was mechanically forcing myself to feel better being the underdog. Forcing myself to wallow in self pity and take pleasure in the pain it produced.I was turning into a

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I might have bored to death some of friends talking about Thiruvallikeni. But I dont really care. If I am like this, it is because of Thiruvallikeni and not any other place. So yet another blog about the place I could write 1000000.. posts about. Where time really seems to stop or just flow, uninteruppted without change.I really don't know whether time stops or it flows unchanged without any

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I am not too much into writing cook blogs as I just read and work on recipes. Not yet into creating something original. Creating a cook blog is amazing work. Till recently I thought it was all about thalichufying, vegetables adding, mashing, mixing, blending, cooking, sauting and eating. But a short while ago, in the most unlikeliest of places it dawned upon me that the coffee's taste is highly

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There are some things that just scare the living daylights out of you. One of these things happened to me today. I am very forgetful person. The typical absent minded professor to such an extent that in case anything is missing(say a PO box key/LG Perungaya dabba....) my roomie looks in the fridge, freezer, bed and all the improbable places and then gets to the place where it is supposed to be.

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My professor remarked to a freshman this morning., "If you think a lot, engineering is a good discipline to be." If you don't think, then engineering is the discipline for you. If you start thinking, as in, real thinking, you better be a philosopher. For if you really start to think, you will not be thinking about, "What do I do so that a 5 inch bolt has to fit into this 3 inch screw" then you

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I havent lost it..No. I couldnt have..

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There are so many things that are happening in life. I talk with my roomie. I talk with Anna,Vj,Naresh. I talk to Jun,Joe,Jing,Dr.Herrin. Things are happening at a tumble. I lost something extremely dear to me. I am shaken by its loss but still go on living. I find out something else. I don't want to die. Everyday a discovery. A remembrance. A day closer to my dreams. Graduation. So much is

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Thanks to Vikram. India beams

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The title is obviously borrowed. From, "Vaazhka patta bhoomi". The book did impress me to a certain extent but did'nt gell with other aspects he mentioned. But this chapter is just amazing. It describes the life of the "gramathiya pengal" and their grit. Quite true.My periya patti used to live in this place called kali. It is famous for utensils and especially "dosai kallu." The tava. Not

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Another sterling example would be my own friend Chitra akka. I call her friend becos she has grown to be a part of the family itself. She does chores at my house. 100% faithful, 100% honest and 200% a bundle of fun. She was my constant companion these four months. I was repeatedly reduced to tears by her laughs. Oxymoron. She has this husband who is a drunkard. A big loser. That's what he is. She

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I am at the lab. There has been a constant nagging in the corner of my mind for this blog for more than 4 months now. But I don't know how to frame it or put it across in a way that would feel the way I'd intend it to be.This is the first of a many part series. Be forewarned.As a woman, this blog is very personal. And I tend to be biased. But. Still. Here goes nothing. I have always felt that God

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"ennathaan blog la ezhuthinaalum ..nerla epdi irukkarangathu thaan matter..."The prompt for the last para of my last post.A comment from a dear friend.Though made anonymously it struck a harsh note.

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As a kid in 5th class, all Africa meant to me was the dark continent. To be answered in quizzes and class home work. As I grew up, it came to mean so much more. The Nile, the Egyptian civilization, intrepid adventurers like Livingstone. Much much later about the Boer wars, the gold, diamond, HIV and now more recently oil. In all senses of the word, I think it would have been much better for

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Never do it. 1)Never introduce your friends to others. Never. Ok? I have had enough and this is the advice of my life. 2) Never criticize somebody behind their back if they are a common friend. Never. I did the first one. I realized my mistake. I am going to stop doing the second one from this second.

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There are lot of big words out there when you look at your calendar, make a decision, live life...Responsibility, commitment, goals, priority, deadlines, vacations(:)),deliverables, usp, family, friends. Wait. Am I missing out on something? trust? Is it not important too? To have and hope it is had? How would you feel if your boss says,"ah! come on. You can't do it". Just means he can't trust it

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Whoever wrote the proverb is prophetic. Thats all I can declare right now!! THREE IS A CROWDDDDDDDDDDD...I did get the message though. Thanks!

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Death. Each day in the universe something new is being created. Something's being consumed to some other form. And one fine day it shall go up in glorius flame of destruction only to start over again and plod in the endless rthym of life and death. I was reading an article by Uma. I love her blog. It may be because I love emotive people. People who feel sad and cry,people who rejoice in their

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I was just thinking a long time about my writings off late. They have become polambals and more polambals. I thought I could go off the track and write a blog about a movie I admire a lot. Kill Bill. As the name goes. Just kill bill. QT as usual is splendid. Back home this could be made into a Rajni starrer masala mega hit. Tarantino has captured it as a saga of romance, love, carnage and revenge

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"Life la.." Most of my sentences have started with this. Almost equivalent to Vasu's "thobar". Thathuvams to virakthees, happiness to Mt.Everest..have poured forth of my mouth with these simple two words; One of which is totally meaningless. (Which one though?)So I think this blog is dedicated to "Life la.."Each of us have a personal nook, a corner where nobody else can penetrate. Mine is a

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The wind that blows with a tempest can be withstood but never remembered without shudders. But the gentle breeze that floats through the warm summer evening:..many a recollection flows with the passing of years..the scent it bore in its wings, the sound it carried through..a feeling of deja vu arising with every wind passing thru the years....Nobody reading this blog will ever understand what the

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I have felt like I would never be this down ever again. Three times in my life. Or maybe four. One of those I have corrected. One I will, I can and have to live it down. One I can never ever feel better about. The last? I dont know what way it will turn into.But all the three previous times?? I have got up. Dusted myself off and never looked back. I shall do it this time too. Sometimes I wonder

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I have always felt that I was poised on something important that was about to happen. My life has been on a threshold ever since mom and dad started pestering me about my marriage. I hate to be pushed into a relation. Thats probably the one thing I hate more than anything else.Talking over something with your antagonists is supposed to help but!!! Here they are too close minded on this issue.

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The humming from kathal is the most beautiful piece of music I have possibly ever heard. Man! Stunning. Kekka kekka..it just transcends you to another world. If there is anything that gets someone closer to God, it is this(I meant love). And none else. None else.I dont know much about love. If it is the kinda stuff they show in cinemas or in albums. I believe in love that transcends the surface,

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Most of blogs these start with the sentence, "its been a long time...". Actually it has not been. There has been so many issues and so things I had wanted to write about. Actually wrote about and then decided not to post it...One reason the browzer in India was pathetic...Took an hour to even navigate to the new blogs page. MS Word has been my scrap book offlate and since I am back in the US

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There are so many instances in life wherein we just refuse to believe that we have passed over a particular phase and move on. It happens in so many ways. A period of schoolhood, the wonderful teens, and the subsequent refusal to accept maturity, a failed marriage/love, a bad phase at the job.Most of us resort to thinking of the good old days when the Sun rose in the West..if it ever did. I was

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"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends"Read the above as a signature in an email of a friend of mine. How true!!!

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I was at the theatres in India today. Sathyam in Chennai. Real good movies and real professional atmosphere unlike anything I have seen before. Impressed.Pursuit of happyness..a feel good movie. It wasn't up to the level I expected from it. I thought it would be a more down to the grass root struggle about living, life and existence and simple joys or truths gleaned from experience. More a close

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It has been an extremely disappointing day at least for the cricketing subcontinent.Pakistan crashed out of the tournament and India probably headed the same way.I cant help guessing the intelligence of Steve Waugh when he pointed the attitude of Indian players. I promise you : I would rather be an aggressive, foul mouthed delivering team than the meek one that stands destroyed by a team with as

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February has been my most unproductive month as a blogger. :)) I know you are smiling your lips off. But I shall call myself a blogger. :))2 posts and both of them extremely critical and retrospective. I think when the mind is not at equilibrium with the body and the soul..what you get is mediocrity. I am in India for the season. Yes. Season. I am going to be here all summer..till end of May. I

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It was not so much about the apple I guess. It was more rather the realistic pursuit of the idealistic. Attainment of something that is supposed to be impassable. In this episode, I will actually side with Eve and her serpent. The attitude was the right one. The act of questioning and the issue of morals.What is faith without proof? I would call it false belief and superstition. Eve questioned

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Today, of all days I have been in the US of A, I felt the acute need to go to the temple and prostrate before the Almighty.I was having a lot of doubts and questions.The thoughts were incessant and continuous. I wasn't concentrating on my work and the ANSYS window remained largely neglected.If you have visited the temple of Shri Parthasarathy Perumal in Thiruvallikeni or propose to do so in the

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Athu yennada athu?Un peyar kettavuden mei silirkirathe?Unnudan unnil vazhantha antha pala natkallai ninaikkayil,en manam tholai thooram sendru unnudan inaikirathe? Athu yennada athu?Unnudan kazhitha andha mazhai kala ninaivugal,en nenjin adivarathil erunthu bimbangalaai,Naam serthu santhiththa minvettukallai ninaivu paduthugirathe?Athu yennada athu?Un chariththirathai en vazhaikayin ovvuru

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There are optimists and there are others. I don’t know about anybody else. As far I can go right now is that to confess that I don’t know people. I am very bad at judging them and also I am extremely so in even judging myself.I was thinking all these while that I am an extremely strong person and cannot be broken at all. But I realize this is not true. I read the word tendon crack…leads to

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As I work on my machine design concepts, I feel a gentle nudge from my heart. Blogs. My hand creeps towards the system. My fingers itch to type out:-------.blogspot.com. I think it is just an obsessive complaint as it was with orkut. I have always had a compulsion to write out my thoughts. When I was at Wheels India, I communicated the layout of the section I was planning to change through email.

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The title is my favorite in The Hindu. "This day, that age". What happened 50 years ago would be flashed on this column. Headlines of course. I have read about direct fight between leaders regarding Kashmir. Nehru being vocally thrashed much to the contrary of what appears in text books today. Gandhi being silently criticized. India winning and losing in the sporting events...Hmmm...As it turned

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Meghamaae perum thagamaae, puthu eeramaai-- un paarvaiyai unarthene Oru eriyaai, malai aruviyaai, kadal ezumaai--kadhalil vizuthenenanaiyamal nathil kulikkum nilavaga unnai unarnthen Mei kathal allavai chollave kanalaai kidanthen....Recenta na ketta pattu varigal.. engo en manathai sundi ezuththa varigal..From Uyir.

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I found this out for myself the hard way though!! I am wearing a cast due to a ligament problem in my leg. So am tottering unsteadily from a second floor house towards a campus bus stop.Now I guess the biggest disadvantage of studying in a small school(Very very beautiful though) would be, it is located on a totally uneven topography and the locomotive system of the university does not provide

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Just had five minutes before I got on to my job at the Mathskeller'stoday.Thought about what I would say if this was the five minutes of my life.THE FIVE MINUTES OF MY LIFE.I have had a great childhood. I was extremely happy in my teenstill I met suda. Then I had a roller coaster ride that endeda few months ago.Then I met some people I would cherish being with for the restof my life.This is the

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It's been a fortnight into the New Year. I have already had a preview of what lies ahead. This is gonna be a turbulent ride on to the jet stream that's just blowing out of the economy. Well. I guess I will take the lee side into it and bother not.Yesterday was pongal. Dreamed about awesome Sakkarapongal amma would have made. Loads of ghee, tons of love..Thought about what I would have done in

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Does it all really break down into chemicals? Love, faith, belief, happiness, depression....can all these human emotions be really mere organic structures moving along streams of predetermined brain stems and nerve endings?Fate, karma, maya??? Mere figments of imaginations of the whimsical thoughts of the fragmented demented human brain? Hmm..When you are beset in all sides by the seemingly

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"..... The world evolved from uni-celled to what it is today.... ""....Yes. It was called Prajapati. A single celled organism encased in a golden vessel..""...What crap!!! Who is Prajapati here anyway and who said the big bang was true any way?" Big bang is the assumed theory.."There you go.. assumed.."" No..There is proof of this in the Mahabharata...""Who says the Mahabharata is true..""

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Where was I all this time? I am totally surprised that I let an year end go by without blogging. I have not been idle. Have been reading posts of previous, present and future goals, resolutions, changes...I think if a calendar year change.. A date change can actually correct so many humans..Then it is a big achievement of Caesar who changed the New year to be Jan 1 from March...Ennamo ponga..

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The position of United Nations in todays' world seems to me to be precariously hanging in question. When the League of nations was formed with simlar though less lofty ideals, the idea was to maintain some semblance of peace between the world countries and reduce friction.United Nations has attained extreme levels of success going from education, basic living amenities and the only hope of

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The Donkey When fishes flew and forests walkedAnd figs grew upon thornSome moment when the moon was bloodThen surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cryAnd ears like errant wingsThe devil's walking parodyOn all four-footed things. The tattered outlaw of the earth,Of ancient crooked will; Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,I keep my secret still. Fools! For I also had my hour;One

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I really really did not know what to name this post. It is more like a complete "polambals" stuff. I know I am very very lucky. I am blessed. I have everything I wish for and more. But.There are sometimes when you just need somebody to be next to you. Thats all. Thats what I am wishing for now. I am in my lab. It is 7:30 in the evening and I have a long night at hand. But alone. Like 5 more hours

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Have you ever wondered about smells? No. Not the right word. Scents would be more appropriate. I was just micro waving some appalams. I got a kinda olfacatory reaction(read as: dont know how to express it) that reminded me of mom. I had appalams all through the week till they ran out.I guess it was this kitcheny smell back home. I used to be rushing out to college. Just having time for a quick

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Isainthal nam iruvarin Swaramumnamathagum.Thisai veranalum aazhiser aarugalmughilai mazhaiyai pozhivathu polisainam isai...Mile sur mera tumhara..tho sur bane hamara..

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Given to searching for zany things in google, I was searching for Mecca. Moved on to Avantika one of the seven cities for Moksha but was sadly unable to find a mention. I found out that I could write and append it to wiki. Then fell in the vainglorious option of writing an entry about myself. Laughed myself out of it.But was kinda unable to throw away the idea. How superb it would be if somebody

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I think I am really something else!! Probably the greatest thing since toasted bread!! Hey sorry. Sorry. I can just see you rolling ur eyes and grimacing Hmpph!! Nenapu than pozhapa..niruthunga!! Neenga ninaikarthu ellam appuram comments section la sollunga. Matter enna na : I had been thinking a lot about the universe!! (No rolling eyes!!! please). I was as usual engaged in the endeavours of

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I happened to hear about the incident with Sharad Pawar and the Aussies. I am not a sports buff. I was once an avid cricket enthusiast but with all the instances of match fixing and some of my favorites removed from the team turned me away from the scenes up front. I also watched in on You Tube to make certain for myself what happened. I became interested in the issue and what the journals and

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I often wonder on the existence of man. No. Of life. What ties this decaying body of flesh and blood to the ethereal world of kindness, humanity, and more importantly life, God, spiritual planes?What is different in man that is not found in worms and does it make the worm as less. Where does this mind come from? The thoughts that it excites.What is the connection between the mind, the soul and

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I do believe things happen in a certain way to make you act in a particular one too. Like everything is already said and done with. Maktub!!So when I was listening to "Manjal Veyyil Maalaiile.." from Vettaiyadu vilayadu, why should I be prompted to search for sudha raghunathan(whom i incidentally Hate).. I was reading a clip about her and then suddenly thought of O.S.Arun. and there I was

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I warn forehand : This is going to be a rambly rambly post. For I am not thinking but letting my fingers flow with my thoughts..You know there are times when you suddenly realise something that you have forgotten for a long long time. Likesay a classmate's name who was at "friends" with you at pre school. You never forget somebody who hates you for you come across them again and again and yet

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Mark was walking below the Mangrove Forests of Bangladesh. Wondering who Mark is? He is the latest newborn monkey in Bengal to be baptized for his parents are scared to shit that he will go to limbo even without what he does.He is walking? Isn’t he supposed to be swinging from tree to tree? , wonders his mother Sue.“Why is Mark walking? Why is Mark walking?” turns out to be the ringing cry in the

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I look at him,See him as he returns my gazeMy emotions mirrored in his eyes.I touch him. His smooth mithril body.I walk to hiswarmth enveloping me.Warmth from the incessant throbbing andWhirl of his multitude thoughts.I kiss him lightly on his head.Feel the dampness of the night before.As my fingers brush his fingers.He of the 1000 arms.They give lightly to mine.The pressure of my fingers on

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Excuse me. If you are that humble, you will not have an opinion!! That's the first thought that I ever get when I see that phrase/abbreviation. Now. I continue my not so humble opinion!!!"Prejudice is a great time saver. You get to form a opinion without wasting time "E.B. White-- American writerThere are sometimes that I have beheld people being trodden upon by prejudice or preorientation. By

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Long have I been desirous of writing on my favorite book. But loath enough to procrastinate it this long. The book goes by the title of this blog. "The count of monte cristo" by Alexandre Dumas appearing first in French and then translated to English.When I was a kid, I used to be enamoured of books that spelt out treasure. Be it Enid Blyton where childish treasures were hidden and discovered to

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Oh No. Of course not. It has been like any other of my days. Completely zany and bonkers!!!Was waiting to try on my new time schedule today and started off to bed yesterday by 12:35 PM. I was to have woken up at 6:00 this morning. Go on to make that 7:45!!! With the lightest hint of hangover and nausea. From?? studying last night!!! :))Man! Does it take a lot to be a graduate student!!. I am not

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The only difference that I feel extremely palpably in living at home in Madras and America is the lack of culture and tradition. Evenings spent in the temple : soothing and retrospective. Moralisations. Tuesdays with morrie mathri "Evenings with God nu oru book e podara level kku experience.The total lack of flowers!! Man!! I really miss them. Different different kinds of flowers. Malli,

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No. It is not a lamentation of self pity. Kavalaye padatheenga. Matter enna moonu perukku birthday. Enn annakku ennum just a month away!! Aiyo na enna panna poren!!All this confusion to hit on a birthday gift. Antha naal ellam nenacchu patha! aha!! etho periyava kalla vizunthu asirwadam vanguva. Rendu palli mittaiya kaila koduthutu escape! At the most oru kitkat vangi kodutha pulaganitham than

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Dhemenu controls systems assignment poda vantha enna!!!Eppidi blog poda vechutanya Venchutan.Neenga mela pakkara padam MIO lernthu sutathu. Kalyana mandapame vechuerukar saar!! ayiram "balcany" vechu amsam a voodu keethu. Athula illatha sayal ellam evaga edupula than keethu pola!!ennamo ponga!! Naat nadape sarila..Pathu sainga saar, Aatchi sanchuda povuthu!!!

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