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Ouch.. So much dust and cobwebs! Need to go to work right away. Brooms out! Creaky doors.. Rats scurrying away! Takes a peek into to assess the place.

Back to my home in the internet.

Will I stay? Let me first clear it up! Too early to say! I don’t know. I really don’t know. Ouch.. Watch the drama! By the way, there are 2 of us now. I realised that with the dialogues in my head, it can’t be just one of me. There are 2 of them always contradicting each other.

Grown older.. My belly fat refuses to go! Got more responsibilities in life! But one thing that has remained unchanged is my madness quotient! Evident in the re-opening, right?

Well, hello world! Let’s kick but!  (Pun intended, if it qualifies for one)


It’s been a nice journey of blogging, of writing whenever it feels like, to not write whenever you want to hold your silence. But there slowly comes a point where you need to exit. Every show must end.

I may come back a few days later and claim I was just taking a break, or just disappear into the anonymity of the blog world never to resurface. I’ve enjoyed some conversations, some interesting people I’ve met over this.

Deleting my orkut account was an instantaneous, no brainer decision. Reason – not a single scrap on my birthday. But ending this blog was a more mulled over and thought out process. But here, it is.

The patterns of Aurora give way to the rising sun. And with the blinding light, the patterns disappear. Till we meet again, so long.

Now, what just happened?

Is it possible to wake up one fine morning and realise that you feel indifference for everyone in the universe? And everyone includes just about everyone. Sigh!

Bring back my English too..

With the new Americanisation, (I refuse to replace the s with a z in spite of the red wriggly line) – most words are forced to drop their u. Like colour is color, parlour is parlor..
And one by one, extra l, t all are getting dropped.

With the SMS trend in vogue, ‘oo’ are getting replaced by ‘u’. Maybe it’s a way of getting back at dropping u in the Americanised version. And everything is shortened that it needs longer to decode. So, sum total of time spent in the communication is a constant. This again goes to prove that time can neither be created nor be destroyed. Oh. I’ve digressed. Back to where I was going.
A sentence goes like – so ve ma star b dayz on diwali every year..cut two cakes dis u din wish cakes for u
oh, you sure know what I’m talking about.

When all this can survive harmoniously in our day to day communication and official communication too, why not the English that we spoke as kids and the harmless words we used. I demand a comeback. Please use the following liberally in your conversations and pitch in with what you can.

1. Sim-simply: This means without any specific reason.
Example: Miss, she is sim-simply laughing, miss.

2. Sud-suddenly: This emphasises the suddenness of the event. And the prefix brings on the force of immediacy.
Example: I was crossing the road, sud-suddenly a bike came.

3. Different-Different: Saying different once means that the objects are distinct, but using it twice shows how truly different they are. This one, I’m sure is still around and will survive the test of time.

4. Same-to-same: Exactly similar to each other.
I saw her answer paper, it was same-to-same as yours. Who copied from whom?


When I think of all the festivals celebrated and if I have to rank them, Thiruvaadarai would top the list with Pongal coming a close second.

The decoration is simple, yet beautiful. It is a padi (utensil of measurement) filled with rice, placed on an ammikkal, wrapped in turmeric clad threads. The ammikkal is placed after smearing chemman (red colour soil) on the floor. Thiruvaadarai

The 20 short and sweet Thiruvembavai beginning with “Adhiyum anthamum” – each one ending with Thiruchitrambalam and a showing of karpooram. Everybody has a copy of one book or the other that has Thiruvembavai and is religiously keeping in sync with the rest of the group.

The short prayer is succeeded by the grandest dinner of the year comprising of 7 poriyal, paruppu, 3 kuzhambu, vaazhakkai chips, chenai chips, rasam, thayir and the killer stuff – inippu adai and kaara adai.

Everybody slurping, licking on fingers and burping, the guests slowly get up to leave and I gorge on the extra adais. What bliss!

Today is Thiruvaadarai! Significance of the festival – if somebody knows, please to write in. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a day to truly celebrate life by eating all that is yummilicious and be happy. 🙂

Sword of destruction

Weapon in hand, enemies in sight
Swoosh in the air, down goes a flicker of light

Vanquishing with a display of might
Victory at last that brings delight

The dead collapse succumbing to the blow
Single-handed, one goes with the flow

Self preservation, eradication of another’s race
Head held high in pride, hand carrying the mace

Discard the coil and throw away the mat
All rise, Hail the mosquito bat!


Time flies, life stands still
Wind blows across the windmill

Distilled memories are all that remain
Of the sun that shone and hailstones of the rain

The long walks, the long talks,
From the corner, memory stalks..

A step forward in steadfastness
Impelled by life’s forces

A stealthy glance at the paths trod
Fuelled by the heart’s passion

Time flies, life stands still
Breeze flows across the windsill

The IITians by Sandipan Deb

In the beginning of my career, I was sitting in the lab checking the performance of a product. And while the tests were going on in the background, I settled to read this book. It belonged to another engineer. We took turns working. And while we alternated getting measurements or tweaking for better performance,  we also alternated reading the book.

I forgot the name of the other engineer. I forgot all details of the product and the performance.

I remember the book. I remember it’s author’s name. In spite of not seeing it anywhere on the book stands, I remember it clearly. And I remember it left an impression. I also remember that my ‘then manager’ brought it into the appraisal discussion that I should have spent the time bettering my code rather than reading this book in lab.

Strange that you forget things that you were very busy doing in mainstream. And stranger that you remember vividly the things where you lost yourself in the moment, threw caution to the wind and just lived the moment.

Alive and kicking

Here I am, at the end of another year.. Years seem to just fly past. And the worst they do is increment your age as it goes. 😉

Here’s wishing the world a happy new year 2010.

I shall keep this blog quite active in 2010. My first and perhaps only resolution that I’ve thought of so far.

Withering warmth


Somehow, the onset of holidays and vacation is not bringing the kind of joy that I expected. This is a personal post. Pretty pensive.

This post is dedicated to all people who once shared something deep and real called friendship. And the very same who have drifted far.

Yes, this includes you who just sends a mail why there’s no post on the blog for sometime. This also includes you with whom I have restricted conversations because we have different viewpoints on things. Also includes you who cites being very busy when I remind you of no phone calls. It also includes you who were my Friday lunch partner to try out all the restaurants in the area. And to go to Bengloor Habba and other places at the drop of a hat. To try out all whacky things. To make pledges to go bungee jumping.

This includes you all with whom I discuss all my plans for a road trip and for every 10 such intense plannings, one happens. All the reply-all mails with fun and frolic.

Life has lost its charm without all of you. The morning is a little less chirpy because your absence is felt. Our real and mock fights are substituted with a polite and diplomatic – How are you? Howz life?

The shopping till the last penny and thinking if we can afford to pay up when the credit card bill arrives and giggling about the whole thing is replaced with careful consideration and saying no. Well, wisdom, you see.

Your Good morning mails that used to arrive everyday and I’d taken for granted is now so so rare that I’ve given up even expecting it anymore. Missing the fight over the samosa where we used to call each other expletives for not being able to lay hands on the third samosa and eat everything like pigs..or say piglets?

Missing the privilege of pulling people out of cube where they’re doing something very urgent and important just because you want to drink juice and chatting for over an hour. More than everything, missing the liberty I’ve taken with all of you.

Fought with my inhibition of posting anything personal just because it makes me vulnerable. There’s just no point appearing strong when something inside wants the lost beauty and is hurting.