Moments to cherish.... A proud father

 Originally posted on 2009-04-04

Hey guys, I know it’s pretty long time and I am really sorry that I haven’t reached you all.. I was really amazed when few of you called up saying that you were reading all my blog entries and asked me why there isn’t any for a long time. It’s not that I have nothing to share or there is not enough time to write up something, but something else have put me back and seriously I don’t know what it is all about.. (he he he… Good escapism na??)

Alright guys.. I must admit that I have quite a few to share and amongst them the priority goes to my son. Yeah.. It’s a boy baby and he is now 4 months old. Life after he is born is really amazing and it’s entirely different. My wife used to say that she is getting too bored to be at home but now I don’t think 24hours/day is enough for her.

I should share with you the moments of the joy… The doctor asked me to admit my wife for delivery on the 1st of Dec 2008 and trust me, I didn’t sleep on 30th Nov. The next day morning, we went to the hospital and we were asked to wait in the OP ward to meet the doctor. I should tell you guys… you need a lot of patience to wait there in that situation. I should have disturbed the receptionist at least 10 times before we were asked to get into the doctor’s room. When we went inside, I found doctors chair empty and I felt like asking on a high voice “Where is the doctor?” before I could ask, a nurse said, “Doctor had gone for the rounds and will be back in another 30 mins” I looked at my watch and it said 1:00PM. Then I asked her what time doctor leaves for the lunch… I felt like crying when she said it’s 1:30PM.

Finally doctor came back at 1:20 and she asked my wife to get admitted. I was rushing to the admission counter and then to the room. We all relaxed there for a while and then I started loosing patience and started asking my wife “Is it paining now?” I asked her once in 20-30 mins and whenever I asked, her answer was a simple “No”. Doctor came for the rounds at 5:00pm and said that my wife is to be taken to the Labor ward at 9:30PM.

After a very long wait, 9:30pm came and just 9:30pm came and no one else… I went to the cabin where the sisters sit and asked about what the doctor said. They said it would take another half an hour to take my wife to the ward. Finally they took her there at 10:40 and I was waiting there outside expecting them to come out with my daughter (Yeah… we were greatly expecting a girl baby)... That never happened. My wife came out walking saying that they did some treatment and asked to inform them if there is any pain and was also asked to go back to the room. I was really disappointed then.

In the room she was getting pain once in 10 mins and each time it lasts not more than 5 mins… Finally they took her again to the ward around 1:00AM and I started to wait outside. I know, at the same time, for many in the world, time was running very quick. But I don’t know why, only for me it didn’t even hop.

Believe me guys, you need such a lot of patience to be sitting there. My feelings during that time can never be written on a paper. I felt almost crying and I badly wanted to see my wife but couldn’t. Worst part is that none of my friends were there with me that time.

Slowly there were lot of people gathering little by little and it was around 11:00 in the morning I came to know there were 4 families waiting same like me there. I heard someone telling that doctor had gone in and the delivery is expected to happen around 12:30 to 1:00. I was amazed and thinking what was I doing when doctor went in, yeah.. I was sitting there form 1AM and didn’t see doctor pass by. Then I consoled myself telling that there might be some other private way for the doctors to come in.

I eagerly started to wait for 12:30pm. The time which was hoping till then looked halted. Finally, 12:30pm came and it went on to 12:45 and then to 1:00…… Nothing happened and I started loosing patience. Nothing there I can do by loosing patience, so I decided to wait patiently. (Ha haha... I know I have to…)

One of the labor ward nurse came out and said that delivery would happen around 3pm. Again, I got refreshed and started to look at the watch. I saw the doctor walking in and I asked my watch the same question which I could have asked at least 300+ times, “What is the time?”… It very patiently showed me 3:45pm… I know this time I am not going to wait for long as I myself saw the doctor walking in.

Now started the real game…, each time when a nurse came out I rushed to the door and they would call someone else.. I was eagerly waiting for them to call me and tell me the good news.. And, you know, by this time my expectation for a girl baby had vanished and I was in a mind frame that whatever the baby may be, I want it and my wife to be safe during the delivery. I am sure, if all the guys are made to sit there at the entrance and go through the painful minutes/hours, no one will feel bad for getting a girl baby. (I was obviously very serious and confident that it is going to be a girl for me)

Doctor came out and called me and I eagerly went to her expecting the news about my baby’s birth. Instead she said that my wife was having a severe pain and asked if we could inject her anesthesia which would have her not to feel the pain. The moment doctor completed the question, I said “Yes, please go ahead” I really doesn’t want her to feel the pain anytime. But what to do, it’s the nature.

This time, the nurse there at the ward called me and I went running expecting her to tell me that the baby is born. She said that my wife wanted to see me and I felt little disappointed. But I rushed in to see my wife and she was there lying down smiling. She said she is feeling better after the injection. I was almost into tears when I saw my wife. I was little relaxed after seeing her and she too was.

Around 4:40pm, Doctor called out my wife’s name and this time I didn’t rush. I walked very slowly expecting her to tell me something about medicine or injection. She started speaking……..

Doctor: It was a normal delivery and your wife is doing well. Your kid is also doing very good.

Me: Doctor, when can I see my wife?

Doctor: I said she is doing well. You can see her after 4 hours. Now ask about your kid.

I suddenly realized… Yeah,, I got to see my kid. Where is she….

Me: Doctor, where is my kid?

Doctor showed me the nurse standing next to her and it’s then I noticed the nurse was carrying my kid in her hands.

I very eagerly looked at my kids face and said to myself “Wow.. How beautiful my daughter is.. She is looking just like my wife….” Slowly my eyes came down a little and my heart said…….. “Ohhhhhhh Viki…… it’s your Son” To be frank, I was little disappointed but it lasted only for a couple of seconds and the joy over took it.

Next five minutes, Viki was busy calling his dear ones and telling them very proudly “I got a baby boy”…

Since then…. Life has taken a different route and now I am enjoying my time at home.

I will catch you guys soon in the next post and will keep you posted on lot more things…

People are to be loved and things are to be used

Originally posted on 2009-04-04


A heart touching story... What use when you feel for something when damage is already done??


While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked stone & scratched lines on the side of the car.






In anger, the man took the child's hand & hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench.


At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father.... with painful eyes he asked

'Dad when will my fingers grow back?'



Man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to car and kicked it a lot of times.

Devastated by his own actions...... sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches,

child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'.

The next day that man committed suicide. . .

Anger and Love have no limits, Choose the later to have a beautiful & lovely life ....


Things are to be used and people are to be loved, But the problem in todays world is that, People are used and things are loved.....

Heart Touching Story

Originally posted on 2008-09-20

(Thanks to my friend, Senthil who'd emailed me the story... This was really a heart-touching story...)I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll l, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much. I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.

I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'


Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.
The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.

I swear I won't drive when I'm drunk...... What about you my friends ????

Do you have 5 more minutes ???

Originally posted on 2008-09-10

Just Five More Minutes

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.

“That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.

“He’s a fine looking boy” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.”

Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Melissa?”

Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.”

The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”

Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.”

The man smiled and said, “OK.”

“My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.

She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”

Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?

Give someone you love 5 more minutes of your time today!

This day belongs to me - My Birthday!!!

Originally posted on 2008-09-02

Hiya...

Yup.. September 1st - It is as simple as that, it is NOT one more day but it is ONE day that belongs to me. It's my birthday. So what did I do on that day, this year??

Thanks to everyone who wished me on my birthday, in person, over phone, via sms, in orkut scrap and email.

I was really unsure what's the plan for my birthday. I had couple of invitations, one for ear piercing ceremony of my sister's kid in the morning (It’s actually my friend's sister, that doesn't make a big difference when it comes to me) and a marriage reception of my ex-colleague in the eve.

When someone invites us somewhere, they do it just because they respect us... If we got to deserve the same next time, better honor the invitation at the first instance. - That's ma policy. So I decided to honor both the invitations on that day. The first one in the morning was in “Madhampatti” a place 15Kms before Isha Foundation & Vellingiri Temple/Hills.

So I decided to have my birthday celebrated with a mini trip to Isha Foundation & Vellingiri Temple/Hills. My wife, my friend and myself went directly to Perur temple and then to the function place.

By the time we went there, the function was completely over and even the breakfast vessels were found empty. But you know I was really happy. Wanna know the reason?? It’s very simple that the lunch was getting ready….

I just picked one more friend from there and left to the foothills. Leaving off the reason that the road leading to the foothills was bad, I enjoyed my ride to that place. The guy who came with me had a girl baby just 10 odd days back and he wanted to purchase some traditional stuff from the vellingiri temple. So I just went there straight.

I removed my shoes and prepared myself to climb up the steps for a dharshan. When I got down from the car, I saw my wife still there on the back seat. Before I asked her anything she just said that she shouldn’t visit any temple on the hills…

Ohyaaaaa… what’s all these non-sense??? I didn’t want to start an argument there just because I never make her feel bad and never intended doing that, secondly it was my birthday. I thought, an argument there is un necessary... So I just left her and one of my friends in the car and we guys went over the steps for a dharshan…. The incident which followed after that made me to think…..

When we both climbed few steps, my friend stopped to buy things for his new born kid. I stood next to him to waited till he finishes everything. Unexpectedly, he said that as the kid is just born, he too shouldn’t come to any temple which is on a hill….. I didn’t want to say anything other than an okay. I said that and started towards the temple all alone for a dharshan. All the way I was just thinking why is that someone shouldn’t visit a TEMPLE for any reason????

I am not someone who blindly refuses something just because I don’t agree with it. So I just gave a thought, is there atleast one good reason why the ancestors should have told all these??????????????? Just that my wife is expecting and it is not good for her health to climb steps, it should have been said that such people shouldn’t visit temple on hills. I agree with it. But, whatz all about this guy???? Any acceptable reason behind, a guy not coming to a temple on hill just because the ancestors had said so?????

I had a very good dharshan at the temple and got down very quick as everyone are waiting for me. We then went to Isha foundation, one of the VERY BEST places in coimbatore in my perception. I love the atmosphere, admire the architecture and addict to the peace I get there. I should say I never mind traveling 30 + Kms, whenever I start to that place.

We went in there and went to the “Theerthakund” which had a specialty that the lingam there is made up of Spadika which has positive vibrations on the human body. I and my friend had a shower and then went into the “Theerthakund”…. I swear how much ever I try to explain in words, the feel I got there, I can’t. It’s just that the experience I get there is awesome….

Then we went into the dhyana mandapam and had a peaceful, silent time. It soothes out the pressure and helps to get you relaxed. We had a silent, peaceful and wonderful time when we were at Isha. I felt my hunger when I came out of Isha. I then turned to my watch for help and it said 03:15pm…

We all started back to the function place and by the time we reached, almost everyone had finished their lunch. But this time it was good that the vessels were not empty again. We then had our lunch, spent some time in the farm house there and started back home. It’s only when I was driving back home, I felt the tired. My wife had other plans; she wanted to visit one of her relative’s home on the way back. For the reason that it is on the way back home, I agreed to it. We then dropped our friend at her home and spent few minutes there before we reached our palace around 7:00pm.

I dropped my wife at the gate and went to Pravin’s home as he was waiting for my arrival to fix up the evening program. When I was at his home, speaking with his 5 month old kid ( :-) ) one of my ex-colleague called up to wish me and he felt sorry that he wished me so late as he had some tight work at office and because of that he was also not able to go the marriage reception… “ho ho ho ho…. Hello boss… how come you missed on the reception?????” said my mind and I again went to my watch for the help and this time it said 07:30pm. I pulled Pravin out and then rushed to the reception hall to congratulate her.

Sad part is that I’m not interested to party today, unlike previous years... But that doesn’t make much difference as I enjoyed my day the most.

Thanks again to all of you who wished me on my day!!! Thanks friends!!!

Is that an addiction or priceless???

 Originally written on 2008-08-22

What a sambar vada can do to you?? When you ask me, I will say when taken in the early morning with a coffee at Annapoorna, it might addict you. Yeah… it happened just like a casual incident.

Last week, one fine morning at 6:15, myself and ma friend thought of going for an early morning drive. So we placed ourselves to the seats and started to move from my home. The car was just going on its way and we were just talking about an incident which happened the day before. Suddenly my friend asked me where we are going and I was just wondering what should I answer, as I was not aware of where are we heading towards, till that moment.

I just said him that we came out for a pleasant drive and I had no plans. When we came near the Gandhipuram signal, the question got bigger and we came to a stage that we have to decide where to go. I just casually said….. “Hey why can’t we have a cup of coffee…...?” I know that’s a good idea at 6:30 in the morning and my friend confirmed it.

When I said coffee, I know I am just going to turn the steering wheel towards Annapoorna, but I opted for their RS Puram branch just bcoz I had a feel that their service there is good and that too in the early mornings it would be really good.

We just continued on the topic where we left and the wheels started their journey towards Annapoorna. I should say, the best ever feeling you could have is that when you go for an early morning drive that too with someone whom you like a lot. It’s my character that I simply love my friends just for the reason they are my friends. So for me, a simple meaningless chat with ma friend accompanied by pleasant morning drive is priceless.

Another few minutes, I parked the car on the roadside, infront of Annapoorna. Then came the security running and he wanted me to park the car the same way you do it during the peak hours. I thought it was not necessary at 6:45AM and just ignored his words. When I got down from the car, the security was staring at me. I calmly walked to him and said, “Sir, do you think me parking the car on the roadside at this time for 15 mins will create a traffic jam? I haven’t parked it in the middle of the road.” Normally such things, when I feel unnecessary, will make me get pissed off. But it didn’t happen on that day. Even that guy understood the fact and said “Okay Sir”.

When I went into the hotel, I just looked around and looked at myself. Probably I should be the only one who doesn’t have either of two things – Bald head and tummy. I saw a lot of bald heads and big tummies eagerly waiting for their coffee’s. I know, for a lot of them a morning walk ending with a coffee at that place is a routine, may be priceless.

We both found a table for ourselves and while waiting for the server, I just saw a grandpa (!) having Sambar vada. “Oh.. Vigram, why not a sambar vada before the coffee?” asked ma friend and I said “Yes.. I was just thinking the same”. Then everything went on as per the formalities and we had a sambar vada and a coffee each. We then moved out and came back to home as I had to start sleep after that.
That doesn’t come to my mind until the next day. Next day morning, an alarm just rang on my mind and said “Hey man.. Why not sambar vada and a coffee today?” That’s the beginning of my new habit. I don’t think it is an intoxicant, so I didn’t try to stop it either.

Its 6AM now… “Hey Viki, pick your mobile and call Praveen…. It time for sambar vada and coffee…..” says my mind.

இந்தியன் என்று சொல்லடா....

One of my old post

Originally written on 2008-08-02



"இந்தியன் என்று சொல்லடா.... தலை நிமிர்ந்து நில்லடா..."

1.
"இந்தியா என் தாய் நாடு

இந்திய திரு நாட்டை நான் உளமார நேசிக்கிறேன்... "

இந்த வரிகளை வாரம் தோறும்

பள்ளிகளிலும் கல்லூரிகளிலும் கேட்கலாம்

ஆனால் இவை எத்தனை மனிதர்களின் இதயத்திலிருந்து வருகிறது ?

நிச்சயமாக ஆயிரத்தில் ஒருவனின்

இதயத்திலிருந்து தான் வரும்.... மற்றவையெல்லாம்???


எந்த நாளில் இந்த பொன்னான வரிகள்

அத்தனை இந்தியர்களின் இதயங்களிலிருந்து வருகிறதோ

அன்று... அந்நாளில்....

இந்திய திருநாடு எவராலும் எட்டிப் பிடித்துவிட முடியாத

ஓர் உன்னத நிலையை அடைந்திருக்கும் என்பது நிச்சயம் !!!!!

2.
நாடு - நல்லவர்களை நாடு

தேடு - வல்லவர்களை தேடு

நாடு - நட்பை நாடு

தேடு - நல்ல நண்பர்களை தேடு

நாடு - இந்தியா நம் நாடு

தேடு - அதில் ஒற்றுமையை தேடு

ஒற்றுமை இருந்தால் "ஒழிக" இல்லை

வேற்றுமை இருந்தால் "வெற்றி" இல்லை

ஒற்றுமை இழந்தோம் சுதந்திரம் இழந்தோம்

ஒன்றுபட்டோம் சுதந்திரம் பெற்றோம்

ஒன்று படுவோம்...

இந்தியாவை உயர்த்துவோம்.....




இது கவிதை அல்ல ஒரு உண்மையான இந்தியனின் கதறல்......

நான் ரசித்ததில் சில...

Originally written on 2008-08-02

Hey guys...

உங்களில் பலருக்கு தெரியாது நான் கவிதை வெறியன் என்று. மிக சுமாரான கவிதைகளை நான் கிறுக்கினாலும், கவிதைகளை வாசிப்பதை நேசிப்பவன் நான். நான் எனக்கு தெரிந்த மட்டிலும் ஒரு நல்ல ரசிகன்.

கீழே இருப்பவை அனைத்தும் என் கவிதைகள் அல்ல .. நான் ரசித்ததில் சில...

Kavithai alla kaadhal...


Pookkalin Snekithiyae....
Vilayaataai oru kan moodi maru kannaal nee paarthu
sirikindra athi arputha azhagai yelutha thamizhil vaarthaigalae illai
Kaadhalil irunthaal sollaen!!!

 

Idathu kaiyil oru thozhanaiyum, valathu kaiyil oru thozhiyaium pidithu kondu vattamadithu vegamaai sutri vanthu vilayaadi magilntha naatkalaiyellaam ninaithu paarkakooda vidaamal seikirathu intha avasara vaazhkai...

Dhinam dhinam nee enakku tharum parisu yenna theriyumaa?????

Unnidam pesuvatharkaga therntheduthu, pin mudiyaamal naanae vaithukkollum antha azhagiya vaarthaigal....

"I Love You"










Yaar yaaro nam nesathai niraagaritha pothellaam
kalangividavillai......

Nee yaaro.. naan yaaro endru...
nee sollumvarayil.











Natpukkaalangal.....

Palli mudinthapinnum.. veedu thirumbaamal nanbargaludan maalai aaru mani varai viyarkka viyarkka odi pidithu vilayaadiyapothu viyarvayai vida adhigamaanathu NAATPU...
Kalloriyil sernthapin veeduthirumba thaamadhamaanaal nanban veetil naanum oru pillayaai thangiya pothu paasathai vida uyarnthathu NATPU...
Velai thedi alayum pothu ondraai nermuga thervukku sendru, kidaikaatha velayai thittikondae thozhargaludan cinema sendra pothu sumaithaangiyaanathu NATPU...
Velai kidaithu ovvoruvarum veru veru oorgalukku sendru vitta pin vaaram oru murai anuppum E-mail'lilum, nanbargalukkul kudukkum missed call'umaga maariponathu indraya NAATPU..

**** None of the above are mine. I sincerely thank and appreciate those who had written the above

Ridiculous... I should say

 One of my old post

Originally posted on 2008-05-24

Hi Guys,

I got to tell you something which I saw on road today. I had to visit Annapoorna around 10:50pm as my wife requested me to get something for her to eat. Unfortunately the guy @ billing section informed me that the time for Parcel ends at 10:30pm and I have to come out bit dis appointed.

When I was about to take my bike from the parking, I saw a push cart seller with lot of banana's passing me. I was wondering how come this man at this time in the night is having so much of banana's... (The push cart is almost full of banana's. Normally by the end of the day everything will be sold out and such guys will be carrying only less amount of stock to home). I was just thinking that and occupied myself on to my bikes' seat.

Now here comes a police jeep, which crossed me and halted. These people were given a jeep with all expenses to do their duty. Now the conversation starts between police man and few people, which made me to stand there just listening. I should say I was not happy with whatz going there...

Now the conversation for you ppl :

Police man : Ai.. Pazha vandi. Oru naalu povam pazham kondu vaa. Appadiyae oru seepu Inspector aiya veetukku. (Hey banana cart. Give us 4 bananas [povam is one of the variety]. Also get one heap of bananas for inspector's home)

Push Cart man : Inthaang Aiya.. (Here it is Sir)

Now in the mean time, Inspector sitting in the front of the jeep calls a person from the nearer shop and asks him to get some thing.

Push cart man slowly says..... : Aiya.. Pazham seepu 15 Rs. Kalaila irunthu vyaabaram seriya illinga.... (Sir.. One heap is 15 Rs. From the morning there isn't enough sales) {I got the answer, why his cart is full even at night, so that should be true}

Police man : Ennada.. Yaar kita enna paesura.. Po ulla poye avan maligai parcel tharuvan.. atha kondu vanthu jeep'la vai (What man? You know whom you are speaking to ? Go... Get into the shop and get the provisions parcel and keep it in the jeep)

Push cart man rushes inside the shop and comes back with quite a big parcel. As soon as he places that in the jeep, they started to move from there as if nothing happened.

Here comes the conversation between the push cart man and the boy in the shop....

Push cart man : Vyabaramae illainga... Itha vaangitu poye avan kudumban thinna athu serikungala.... ???? (There is no proper sales today. Will the banana's fetched in this manner even digest? )

Shop boy : Serikarathukku thane pazham vaangitu poraanuga... Sapadra maligai samanamae osila pudungitu poranuga.. Ne ennamo pazhthu poye adichukara. (They are getting banana's only to get the food digested. Right? They are getting the provisions [from which they've to cook food] itself without paying anything. You crazy man getting so much worried for babana's ?)

Push cart man : Police karan kudumban appuram eppadi urupadum.... (Then how will a police man's family blossom?)

So now guys... I started my bike and then came off.

I don't see any of the police men there having anything more than others... Even they, had 2 hands, 2 legs, one mouth, 2 ears.... everything same like other people.. But still I was left wondering and I was having one question all the way back home.....

ARE THEY HUMAN BEINGS....... ????? (Still couldn't get an answer... Any one of you have an answer to this???? )

It was just ridiculous.. you know. These guys are well paid off, they get all the allowances. But still I'm not sure why they beg, that too to someone who earns daily for his living.!!!!!!

I should say... Poor Uniform Beggars(PUB)!!!!

Couple of things to share :-)

One of my old post

Originally posted on 2008-05-18

So, How are you friends ? I really want to be punctual here but couldn't :)



This time I've got couple of news for you guys , One is about my relieving with ACT Infoserve (Still am not used to Amulya) ,



The decision took me so much time and it was something that I, myself didn't like. Few people who left the company earlier had been asking me about staying with the same company for long time. To be frank, I never got an intention to leave this company even though there were few offers which were really good. Unfortunately, At times, I was made to think that I'm too exposed. Couldn't understand ? let it be.....



I really don't accept the concept of brand values. How can one assume that only people coming out from Wipro, Dell, Accenture etc., are capable of doing things ? So is it that not equal to you yourself DE-GRADING your company ? If that's your point of view, I'm going in search for BRAND VALUE. This is all I thought for a moment and that moment, I decided to walk off.



And, Guys the next news is - this should have been the first of all...



Yes, I'm gonna be a daddy in another 6 - 7 months :-) . I'm REALLY happy. I can't even express my feelings in words you know ?



Whoever is close to me and whoever know this had asked me a fair good question. Which one I prefer ? A baby boy or a baby girl ?



I returned them the same question, at this moment what do you guys think ? Boy or a girl ? Most of them said "Baby Boy". It made me feel very happy... Oh..No.. Don't jump to conclusions.



I personally prefer a baby girl for me. But still I will be very happy if it is a boy :) Am still not fond of a particular gender. A girl baby will make feel great so as the baby boy.



When I get into my family, my wife was saying she wants a girl. All of a sudden, now she says she wants to have a boy :) Not sure of the reason for the change :) My mom and my sister are very particular that they need a baby boy and they have their own reason behind their wish....



Our family hadn't had a baby boy yet, to get into the next generation. None of my brothers got a baby boy so far. So to get into the next generation, they need a boy for me.



But, I'm sincerely praying to god, Let it be boy or a girl, Oh God, Please give me a healthy kid both physically and mentally. And let my wife be healthier during and after the pregnancy period.





<----- hey darling, You are feeling sleepy ? Me too dear. So let's go to bed ?





Yes guys, I've already started speaking with my child. She/He is so cute.



Anyone who crosses this period will learn patience.. Yep, Real patience is needed as I'll have to wait for 6 - 7 more BIG months. I already started feeling that all of a sudden someone had changed the calendar days... Is it still 30 and 31 days for a month???



So, time to say bye & see you all in my next post.... Bye friends. ( Kutty ma, Tell ta ta to all the uncle's and aunt's. ha ha haaaaa

Friendship....

Few of my old posts..

Originally written on 2008-05-18T01:30:27.348+05:30




Hi,



Am thinking of writing (probably scribbling will be the right word I guess) here for sometime but hasn't been able to.. Today, I received a comment from my friend in a community saying that am his childhood friend :)... So I would like to share it here..



The bugger who wrote the comment is my honorable friend.. Mr.Arun Prasad... He had written our friendship as childhood friendship, I thought may I could give some colors to it.



I don't exactly remember from when I know this guy.. The thing I remember is all that my mom used to say that I can't even pronounce his name properly (may be I'm 1.5 to 2 yrs baby), but wanted to go play with him.



Our friendship started at the age where we both doesn't even know what "Friend" means.. Now, I believe may be the death can separate us.



When I go back my memories, We both used to play in one of our neighbors (vijaya'ka) house, (Only house between mine and his) and we doesn't even know the time running out until my mom gives a call from our kitchen... (Even then she has to come and drag me to the house LOL).. And the day came where we have to join the school. Our parents joined us both in the same school & we were class mates in LKG... And, we did enough to have our parents think "We're never gonna get these guys together again"...





We both continued our schoolings in different places and you know, only that time and the time we sleep could separate us. And again, knowingly or unknowingly, our parents sent us again as class mates in the standard 6th... Oh... No... we should have been quite atleast for an year.. But never we did.. Running out that one year was a big task for our parents and for us it went off in a flash...



Arun's parents took him off the school saying if you get along with this guy, neither you nor him will flourish in the future, better you two be seperated. And.... we never got a chance to be class-mates again. The school is the only place where our parents can separate us (LOL)



OFF-School, we were having a great party time. We used to play a lot of cricket.. And you know, Arun used to be a great batsman and a bowler.. He was our team captain too (That's how I got a place in the team, almost all the games). This guy always had a never-say-die attitude during those time when we played cricket... He used to win matches for our team single-handedly.......



Then came the time for separation..... The situation demanded me to get out of the place I lived and from then there was almost no contact between him and me for 2 years.... When I came back to my hometown, I was so eager to see him and the day we met, I'll never forget.... You know, we both met each other back in cricket ground....



But the life had taken some courage and fighting spirit off him, But he always has a thirst to win. When I came back to my home town, we have been in constant touch and sharing all the things around.... We still enjoyed our friendship, only difference is that we were not playing these days..



Now.... He had taken some distance and had gone to chennai where he is working now.. When he said he is going to chennai to work, I was REALLY happy but a bit worried coz, this guy, to my knowledge hadn't gone out of shell right from his childhood. He is not as freaky as me LOL...

But he has managed himself well with the situation... Hope is having a good outing there in chennai...



To conclude, I should say that our parents, situations and work had tried to separate us in their own time period and our friendship had grown like a banyan tree then... May be I guess, death alone can try separating us, but I hope that too cannot separate us sooooo long..



Arun, my dear...... I love you da... You mean a lot to me & You are more than a friend.