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AnandhakrishnanSometimes we can't say why things happen? Normally I go back to my seat after the lunch and check mails or browse. But today I chose to go down to the lawn and sit for a while. Why did it happen? What would have happened if I had came and left early or later? I saw somebody familiar and when I realised him I just said "Dai! Inga Vaada..". It happened to be Anand, my close friend in +2. I am seeing him after a gap of 5+ years. It was not just an accidental meeting of long lost friends, but a reinforcement in the belief of love, affection and relationship. If Gowshi's mail and Praveen's meeting had mellowed by tough stand against relationships, Anand's meeting proved my theory of relationship - "If you love something, set it free. If it comes back it is yours else it was never meant to be..". After certain incidents I believed that relationships are momentary, not to be taken seriously.

{mosimage}'நீ உன் நண்பர்களை கூறு, நீ யார் என்று சொல்கிறேன்' வழக்கமாக சொல்லப்படும் ஒரு பழமொழி. நீ படித்ததை கூறு, உன்னை பற்றி கூறுகிறேன் - இது புதுமொழி. தமிழர்களிடம் படிக்கும் பழக்கம் நிறைய அதிகரித்திருக்கிறது என்று பதிப்பகத்தினர்கள் சொல்வது சந்தோஷமாக இருக்கிறது. ஒரு வேளை மக்கள் 'idiot box' எனப்படும் டி.வியிடம் இருந்து விடுதலை தேடுகிறார்களோ? இந்த நினைப்பே 'refreshing'-ஆக இருக்கிறது. சமீபத்தில் என் அம்மா எனக்கு பெண் பார்க்கும் போது, நான் போட்ட நிபந்தனைகளில் முக்கியமானவை இரண்டு - பெண்ணுக்கு 'மெகா சீரியல்' பார்க்கும் பழக்கம் இருக்க கூடாது, பெண்ணுக்கு படிக்கும் பழக்கம் இருக்க வேண்டும் என்பதே அவை. அதற்கு என் அம்மா பார்த்த பார்வை 'உனக்கு இந்த ஜென்மத்தில் கல்யாணம் நடக்காது' என்பது போல இருந்தது. 'இந்த பரபரப்பான வாழ்க்கையில் ஆஃபீசிலிருந்து வீட்டுக்கு வந்து தூங்கவே நேரம் போதுமானதாக இருக்கிறது. இதில் படிக்கும் பழக்கத்திற்கு ஏது சமயம்? எனவே இல்லையென்றால் என்ன பெரிய வித்தியாசம் இருக்கபோகிறது. So இந்த நிபந்தனையை தளர்த்திக்கொள்' என்று சொன்னார்கள்.

{mosimage}Why is the media here so negative?
Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements?
We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?

We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.

Sometimes life seems so beautiful than ever when put a smile on others' face. I wanted to start helping the deprived strata from this birthday. Sharing a meal with the inmates of "Sthree Seva Mandir" was the first step towards it. I should thank my uncle for introducing that organisation which is housing around 90 children and 65 senior citizens. Even though my birthday falls on Thursday, I chose to prepone the lunch programme on Sunday because I can meet the kids and serve them. When the kids sang "Happy Birthday Mahesh Anna..." I started having tears in my eyes. I can't express that divine feeling in words and everyone must experience it for themselves. I sat with them and had their simple meal - a "kuzhambu", a "poriyal" and rice. It just costed me what a quality restaurant would charge for 5-6. Rather than blowing money with 5-6 friends, feeding 150+ people seemed to be a sensible option. Hereafter I have decided to associate with them seriously by helping in other ways than just food. I asked the warden what she needs for the children. Pat came the reply "30 maths tables book". I must get them before next week. Thanks GOD! for giving me such warming experiences.

{mosimage}When we were informed of 3+ weeks training in SAP India, Bangalore since 29th April 2007, the joy that overloomed the knowledge sharing is that we are escaping the Chennai heat. Even though we were given a very short notice, we all packed our bags in a jiffy. Bangalore was sizzling like a seductress and it was hard to believe that we are in the midst of a summer. Like a nagging house wife even though it scorched during day time it cooled so soon in the evenings just like preparing for a romantic night. For a person like me with a small town sensibility, Bangalore was bit alien. Those trendy dressed girls with hourglass figures, roads full of romantic pairs as if "Love is in the air" of Bangalore, it was far removed from conservative Tamil Nadu cities. On personal side, even though this trip helped me in getting atleast some knowledge in SAP Retail, it left me in loneliness and had taught me a lesson of not trusting the people because of being let down by the team members and so called confidants. Anyway as long as any incident that strengthens me occurs, I have no regrets of undergoing it. In that aspect I feel this trip is a good learning experience. Today is our last day at Bangalore and I definitely thank this city for what it had taught me in this short duration.

{mosimage}My mom and sister always warns me to be suspicious about strangers whereas I always had a belief that everybody is good human in someways, so I never held myself back when meeting strangers. She was a middle aged lady with a kid and husband passed away last March and introduced herself after going through my blogs. Now looking back most of her conversations revolved around extra marital affairs. But we had some other good topics also as I never encouraged the conversation go crassy. We were slated to meet in October '06 but couldn't. I thought of restarting the friendship on her birthday Jun 2nd. But when I came to Bangalore on a project I remembered her and called her. After few phone calls she called me to meet her on FORUMS mall. Meanwhile one of my colleague (he is much younger than her) whom I considered very close took her number and I didn't mind as I thought he was making fun.

 

{mosimage}The pressure is on.. Since I have lot of unfulfilled dreams like learning Tanjore painting, work outs in a gym, learning carnatic music and associating with an NGO / Non-Profit Organisation etc., I decided to make it possible now in my Chennai stint. After seeing 'Mozhi' I am fascinated by the sign language, so I added that also in the list. I have got 2 day leave on weekends, so if I could manage my time, I am sure I could make something possible out of these. My 'anni' happened to see my "Google" search for these and I told her about my intention to join some NGO, so that I could do something useful at weekends. Thats it... she mistook that I am choosing social service just to dodge the marriage. Then came a l...ong advice session about marriage, life status and social service. What bugs me is that people mistake social services to under privileged people as altruistic / ascetic. I think this is the basic reason why most of the people shy away from social work.

{mosimage}Last week when cleaning the kitchen I came across lot of polythene bags, which we got while buying vegetables and groceries. (Hey guys, in Chennai also I saw Al Kabeer frozen parathas and chapathis, the vegetable sections of Spencers Daily and Reliance Fresh are very much like what we had seen in Lulu and EGM. Ofcourse the prices are also like as in UAE). We normally don't throw the bags hoping that it can be used for other purposes like "wrapping the tiffin box" and "gathering the garbage", but the problem was the supply exceeded the demand that the loft of the kitchen was literally filled with polythene bags. Throwing them led to the 'cleaning' mode that I sat down to throw the unwanted papers and things, whatever little I had. I remembered the fights and arguements that came as a part of parcel every time I 'clean' the house.

it Co-incidence or surprise, most of my favourite things are in 'C' e.g, Computers, Camera, Cooking, Cinema, Coimbatore are few to name but there is one 'C', which I hate to core, but still couldn't escape it. It is a 'C'ity called 'Chennai'. I had lived in & seen many places, but I never felt that 'C'omfort in Chennai. I tried to recall my days with Chennai, but still couldn't fathom one pleasant / comfortable moment in Chennai. I have just tried to find out various aspects of 'C' in Chennai. I make no bones in admitting that I am very much uncomfortable in Chennai

All is between twoAs I always believe, relationship is strictly direct between two individuals ONLY and should not be influenced by how one of the protagonist reacts with a third person. Not what we see turns to be the true thing always. Many a times we might just see a floating object and mistake it for the tip of an iceberg. For past few months and a couple of years I am always ending in this problem. Somebody forms an opinion about me by observing the way I react with certain individuals. When I approach them directly, they seem to be prejudiced over what they had seen. I have got some incidents of heart breaks and find it hard to prove that I am far removed from their opinion. There was one Mr. R in the Coimbatore office I worked. Everyone used to say that he always shouts at everybody and so when I speak with him I used to prepared for a verbal assault.