Good to be back online
It happened one night. By the time I gave up the hopes of retaining all the blogposts in the new site, I accidentally stumbled upon this plugin "mosimage" for Joomla 1.5.X. This was a God sent thing for people with voluminous Joomla 1.0 site. Once I installed it and moved the content database to new one, I found my new version site up in few minutes. Quite unbelievable!!! So I dedicate this upgraded site to "Burek" who wrote this plugin. Now I have got the basic site up and running and the enhancements will be in coming days for sure. As of now I am planning to build a separate library section for my books and DVD collection, for which I have some other plans for future. However the rest of the other functionalities are left intact with the old version.
It is a general notion that Indian male are MCPs (Male Chauvanist Pigs) even though henpecked. Bra burning feminists have a field day in claiming their righteous share from men. But as a normal & trying to be progressive husband, I feel that Indian women feel secure and comfortable in being "supressed" by their spouses. They can't handle their husband's respect for their space instead feel assured that they are being "noticed or considered" when they are restricted or ordered upon. Indian women don't know to gracefully accept the respect given to them, instead get a high in "claiming" them. Like most of the marriages I had seen around, at the age of 60's, my parents' marriage is a civil facade which is maintained for the sake of the society. May be my father was wrongly "taught" to keep the wife "under control" which didn't go well with my "assertive & really progressive" mother which lead to the state of not even acknowledging other's presence at the ripe age. Taking this as a lesson I tried to give my wife her breathing space, ample opportunities to be herself without hindering her personality but at the end of the day I realised that women like "ruling" & being "ruled", something like "
Hai Guys, I have joined the twitter bandwagon. For a while I was wondering why to 'tweet' but later realised that microblogging is more convenient when it comes to sharing the tidbits, that doesn't necessary conform to the long posts. Getting the thoughts within 140 characters is bit challenging. So hereafter let me post my micro posts & scribblings in twitter & elaborate posts here in Online Galatta.. Also I am eager to read other's tweets also, in that way it will provide a sort of interaction. Come and join me in 
Normally I don't want to see my Instant Messenger crowded with strangers, so I am too frugal in accepting new chat invitations even from the people I know already. Only stranger who made into my list and became a close friend was Ananya Akka. I don't know why I accepted Vijay's gtalk invitation on May 20th 2009, but it turned out to be one of the nice things in my life. I managed to meet when VJ was on vacation to India and even took him off for an outdoor trip to Yercaud. If looked from intellectual compatibility, we are different as chalk and cheese. This relationship equivalent to a marriage between a frog & rat but more than the logical relationship definitely there is a crackling chemistry between us. It is not that everything is a cakewalk for us. This goose won't be available when I try to reach him desperately / enthusiastically which used to upset me a lot but I later got used to it. Still overlook that aspect because of the way he floored me by taking the friendship to next level by involving the family members. Today I am more in love with his kid Adarsh ('Bummy' for me) than him. Happy anniversary Vijay... Hope to celebrate more anniversaries in coming years!!!-{oshits} reads!
பொதுவாக நான் இந்த ‘அன்னையர் தினம்” எல்லாம் கொண்டாடுவதில்லை. ஆனால் இம்முறை இந்த நாளில் என் அம்மாவை உங்கள் எல்லோருக்கும் அறிமுகப்படுத்தவேண்டும் என்று தோன்றுகிறது. பொதுவாகவே ஆண் பிள்ளைகள் எல்லோரும் அம்மாவிடம் தான் நெருக்கமாக இருப்பார்கள் - நானும் அதற்கு விதிவிலக்கில்லை. அது ஏன் என்று பார்த்தால் - அம்மாக்கள் பொதுவாக குழந்தைகளோடு சேர்ந்து ”வளர்கிறார்கள்” ஆனால் தந்தைகளோ கண்டிப்பு, வேலையால் நேரமின்மை, discipline, result என்று காலப்போக்கில் தங்களை தூரப்படுத்திக்கொள்கிறார்கள் என்பது எனது அபிப்பிராயம். என் அம்மா மனதளவில் எப்போதும் என் வயதையுடய இளமையானவர். அதனால் தான் எங்களுக்குள் பெரிதாக Generation gap என்று தீவிரமான இடைவெளிகள் வந்ததில்லை.
I was really shocked when I saw the IELTS score - 8/9. What was more shocking was that I got 9/9 in the Listening test. Normally I am very poor in getting the foreign accent and that is the main reason I don't see English movies. Infact I feel that I had messed up with my early US Visa attempts because of this 'accent' issue. So I could attribute this score to the lady luck only. I would like to pass of this luck charm to somebody who is taking IELTS. If anybody in Bangalore, who is to take up IELTS in the very near future, wants IELTS material please drop me a mail through contact form. I'll personally give away the IELTS materials DVD, which has a good number of practise tests, to them. Let them also get lucky with that material. Ha! Ha!... Jokes apart, oflate I am managing to get the foreign accents right after I started interacting with my UK clients on the phone, especially my onsite counterpart guy.
It had been a while I had blogged and I can easily pass the blame on IELTS exam I took recently. (I am making excuses as if I was studying for 24 hrs a day for this exam). I am yet to receive the score and a lot depends on it because based on this only I can take further actions on my Australia immigration. Since I had taken TOEFL years back, naturally I tend to compare between these two. I enjoyed TOEFL very much than IELTS because of TOEFL's complexity - sentence patterns, grammatical errors in the sentence etc, which is absent in IELTS. I scored 90% in TOEFL then but if made to take it now I can't assure that score again. Am I am so critical about myself? Recently a psychiatrist told me the same...
Yesterday Ananya posted her