Archive for the 'people' Category

Page 2 of 7

Nothing in November

Published on December 2, 2007 in blog, life and people. 3 Comments

I have become a irregular in blogosphere for quite sometime now. Office work is taking toll on my life. It’s kind of heavy but it is good for me since it is a new experience altogether and I did not want to miss the opportunity bestowed upon me.

I have been a bit busy with work that I was unable to concentrate much on my personal life. I goofed up with some of my relationships. But there are people who understood and stood by me during this patch of my life. Hearty thanks to those souls.

I managed to catch up with quite a few movies during this period. Watched Tamil M.A.,Pollathavan,Oram Po. Oram Po did not impress me much as the other two did.

November passed by, I have not done anything in my blog. But I learnt that it’s time I learn how to manage time efficiently.

P.S. – Hope this post will give me a kickstart for a new ride in the blogosphere.

what is life?

Published on October 15, 2007 in life, people and provoking Perceptions. 10 Comments

Here are the responses from some people to this beautiful question.

Vinoth – Life is loss invited forever.

Ashu – Life is destiny.

Sai – Life is all that is other than what we think, imagine and comprehend.

Sabaree – Soonyam (zero).

Priya – Life is confusing. When you are young you wanna be like your mom and dad. When you grow up, you wanna be like a child.

Sarayu – Time span between birth and death.

Me – Life is nothing but nothing.

What do you think life is?

Avatars

Published on October 7, 2007 in Just for Jolly, pastime, people and photos. 4 Comments

Boochaandi , Parattai etc; etc;

Random thoughts

Published on September 23, 2007 in life and people. 5 Comments

Technically tough

Amma is back and it is really nice to see her make coffee for me, clean the house which was in real mess (courtesy – Karthick Raghavan the great) and make delcious food. Two months ago, bought a 29 inch Samsung telly and opted for the Tata Sky DTH service. In the mid of last month, Sun network agreed to share their group of channels with Tata Sky DTH service. Jumped in and bought the south jumbo pack for 50 rupees extra since Amma cannot live without her favorite soaps (Kolangal, Abhirami etc in Sun TV). Last week, on my way to office, got a call from Amma and she wanted me to help her to watch the regional channels in the new TV. It took ten minutes for me to explain her how to use the TV and DTH set top box together and the nuances of changing channels using the two remote controls. That’s when it occurred to me that all the new gadgets are aimed at people who are technically strong or exclusively at the new generation. For a person like my Amma who has always seen cable TV with a single remote control, it’s kind of tough and takes a while before she understands it fully or at least she thinks so. When we contacted Tata Sky service desk, they said integrating TV controls with the set top box remote control is locked by default. Balaji confirmed that he has used this feature in the UK. How sick to deprive people of a better feature? What is the use of a good technology when it is not user friendly?

Happiness

Watched a movie in Sony PIX and here goes a quote on happiness which I thought of mentioning here.

‘If you are not happy when you are alone, you cannot be happy when you are in someone’s company’.

Partner search

One of my dear friends hinted that I am in need of a partner. I don’t know if I can find one right away. Because all these years, I have not cared about it or had not paid much attention to it. Amma ensured that she is not going to stop me from getting married to a person who I like. In that way, I am lucky. Even if I am unable to find one, she will find one for me thanks to all the matrimonial sites and contacts she has. But the point is, will I get a girl friend who I can share my life with for some years before she becomes my partner? That’s a difficult question to answer.

People who inspire me

Published on September 18, 2007 in life and people. 0 Comments

I met or meet a lot of people in my life and some of them have inspired or keep inspiring me. This is going to be a series of posts where in I am going to write about people who have inspired me. I am going to start off with characters at work and end up with characters at home.Watch out. you may be one of the characters I am going to write about.

At Work

Jagan a.k.a Jillu

Jagan a.k.a Jillu, as I call him is one of my good friends. I admire his silence and especially his anger. Can a person fight silently? Jagan is of that kind. He is one good fellow who feels that one has his rights and does not need to be submissive to anyone. He does not get provoked soon. He can make you laugh with his subtle jokes and at the same time he can make you cry with his toughest weapon silence. I have fought with him ‘n’ number of times but still we gel together well. It’s because we like each other.

Hey Jillu! I admire you for your silence and our little fights.

Magesh a.k.a Magesh Sir

One day I was talking to a colleague about Mr. Magesh a.k.a Magesh sir . He said, ‘Magesh is person who likes to learn all the things he sees. If he sees a man fixing a door, he will stop and watch him fixing. You go for a break and come back to see him fixing the door and the next day he will help others learn how to fix a door’.

Is there anyone who loves office? Is there anyone who spends his weekends at office and does not regret about working? Yes. Magesh sir is there for you. He is a techno savvy person with vast experience in IT which he does not carry them on his head and can mingle with people around him. Such a genuine helper and who thinks so fast on critical situations. Interact with him for a while and he will try to learn new things from you. He can be harsh and rude at times but the next minute you go and speak to him, he forgets them all and helps you again.

Magesh Sir! Thanks for all the help and a big salute. You inspire me to work hard and learn new things.

Sabareesan a.k.a Sabaree mama

Sabareesan a.k.a Sabaree mama is the senior person in our group at work. I can describe Sabaree in three little sentences.

‘Sabaree helped. Sabaree helps. Sabaree will keep on helping.’

One good thing to note is that he does not gain a rupee out of it. He is one of the best counseillors I have met. You can speak to him for hours about anything under the sun. The irony is that we differ on most of our perceptions of religion, God, life, poilitics and much more. But still we gel well together. I love the days where I and Sabaree had drives in bike with radio blaring out of our Nokia ear phones. We scared the hell out of others with our loud singing on the road. Lots of laughter when I think about it now. Sabaree is one person who is good at inter personnel skills and builds a rapport soon with anyone he meets.

Sabaree mama! Be yourself and you will achieve all the things in life.

Sajeesh a.k.a machi

Sajeesh a.k.a machi, as I call him is the most liveliest person I have met at office. If someone can make you laugh for hours together, it is Sajeesh. He is a dictionary of Tamil cinema. Tell him something happened or any instance, he will quote a joke or a scene from Tamil cinema. He does it with sheer enthusiasm that it catches you and makes you join the party. You smile whenever you spot him at work.

Machi! Happiness and smile are your assets. Don’t stop spreading them.

to be continued…

True Lies

Published on August 6, 2007 in Internet and people. 1 Comment

Recently, I happened to see some Indian matrimonial sites and found a similarity in most of the brides and bridegrooms’ profiles. All brides were slim, fair looking, homely, adjustable and all bride grooms were tall, handsome, non smoking, non drinking, earning well in a reputed company.

Me : How will life be if everything one proclaims seems to be true?

Balaji : Life will be boring.

Less money More money

Published on July 8, 2007 in life, people and provoking Perceptions. 4 Comments

A friend of mine asked me. ” Can you think of a life without hefty pay packets (thanks to IT) , Weekend cinemas, vacations? ”

Me : ” I am not pro poor and at the same time I am not pro rich.

I am poor when I am really poor and I am rich when I am really rich.

I know to live like poor and I know to live like rich. “

Mustafa Mustafa

Published on May 28, 2007 in life and people. 5 Comments

March 2000, we were at the end of our school career and were ready to give our 12th board exams anytime. This, after a myriad cycle tests and revision exams. During my higher secondary, my two best buddies were Jagan and Anand. I got introduced to Thirumal through Anand and Jagan. The four of us were classmates. One fine day, after a revision exam, I and Anand went down to Annanagar where Thirumal was put up. Jagan did not accompany us for some good reason of his own.

Thirumal had a Tata Estate car at his home and that was the first time I saw such a big car so close. He said that starting the car and keeping it on idling for a few minutes was a part of his daily routine. Although he knew to ride it, he was not allowed as he did not have a license and the right age for obtaining the same. It was around 2 p.m. Anand and I joined Thirumal in performing the daily routine. With I and Anand around, Thirumal was excited much and we could see the sense of pride in his face. He felt pride in showing off that he knows to drive. Thirumal started the car and explained us the difference between ordinary steering and power steering et all .We were awed by his knowledge and induced him to move a few yards with the car. Thirumal could not resist the push of pride and moved the car a few yards in the cramped street of AnnaNagar. With the glee of school children, we started praising how good a driver he was and he should not stop it there. I suggested going to the petty shop AnnaNagar Roundtana (one of the busiest traffic signals in Chennai) and buying the Rs.10 book. Anand joined me and we planned it seriously. Thirumal was trying to make a right turn and he could not control the steering wheel. Bang! the next thing we could see was that we had rammed into a lamp post, with the post at the car bonnet. The three of us were out in no minutes. People started gathering around us and seeing us in school uniforms, everyone started their own lecture. That’s when I really sensed what is meant by fear. Million things ran in our minds. I feared of getting detained by the police, missing the twelfth grade exams. Thirumal feared of getting belted from family and did not know how to bear the expenses of the broken car. Anand had his own fears.

After a few minutes, we started crying on the road and there was one young fellow who offerred us help. He brought an auto-rickshaw and asked us to board it so that we can go to the Chennai corporation. Anand and I were reluctant and that is when the young chap told to Thirumal - ”Are these guys your friends? Do you now understand what friendship is? ” Thirumal was not in a position to think on those terms. I felt like someone slapping me hard at my face. The auto went away to the corporation office and we were left stranded on the road. After a few minutes, coming back to normal, we caught a bus and went our own houses. I felt feverish and was unable to sleep. Switched on the TV to find the situation song “Mustafa, Mustafa” from the movie Kadhal Desam was aired on some television channel. Could not tolerate it and switched off the TV.

Next day, we met Thirumal at school and he was casual and explained how it all went. He spoke as if nothing happened and said ok to our million excuses for not staying with him. I just could not imagine what a gem of a person he was. I took a oath that If I ever become someone’s friend, I will never leave them when they are in distress. I have succeeded in it till date. Days passed and it was time for us to bid farewell to each other and someone gave his slam book to me to write. It had a question, “What is friendship ?” to which I wrote ,

Friendship is to stay with the person though you know that hitting the lamp post with the car you drove will bring you troubles.

Whenever I see or hear the song Mustafa, this little episode runs as a flashback in my mind. I am still in touch with Anand and where is Thirumal? I am dedicating this post to you my friend.