I met God

Two instances where I wouldn't like to be in are, when my wife calls me for a shopping or when she along with my mom calls me for a temple visit.

Generally, I neither get emotional to see the idol during deepaaradhana nor awestruck with the ornamentation and beautification of the idol with food items and various stuffs.

But this time, all of a sudden a Gandhian inside me woke up when my mom called for a temple visit. She gets extremely happy when ever I agree for the visit. If not for God, why shouldn't I go to temple to make her happy? This time, I also determined not ask any questions or disobey her instructions as I wanted to make her happy to the fullest extent possible.

We three of us (My wife, my kid and my mom) started in a car where three others joined us in the way. That three includes another kid as old as my kid. Initially they both didn't get well with each other, but when the moment we landed in the temple they became thickest friends.

When we entered the temple, my mom asked me to pour milk to a serpent statue. I was waiting in the queue as there was already a couple of guys pouring milk. He didn't come down until he emptied 8 pockets of milk. Hope he was looking for a heavy favor from God. When my turn came, I climbed on the wall to find a very bad smell because of poor cleaning of all the milk. I poured a little milk from the bottle and returned it back to my mom. Surprisingly she didn't say anything for returning the milk. I was expecting her to instruct me to empty the can. (Later I understood that she kept the remaining as 'prasad'). When i was climbing down, she wanted me to empty a pocket of kumkum as well on the serpent. Well I did it too without any hesitation and so she became very happy.

We entered the main temple. We were led by a priest whom my mom hired on our arrival. He got some money from my mom, I don't know how much. I am sure it should be around 300 bucks. He asked for all of our names and effectively suffixed with 'namatheshya'.  After that, we all went inside. He said we were all extremely lucky to be on the exact time for a special abishek. After a while, because of heavy crowd inside, I relinquished my place to another ardent theist (at least he would be happy see his God from a better place) and took up the job of watching the kids.

It was quite fine until all of a sudden, they started running in full speed. I didn't know why, probably a running race. I too ran behind them as there were protruding pillars all around the temple and they were whisking away dangerously close to it. I could catch one, but the other fled away. I was in a pretty bad situation. If I leave this kid and follow her, the first one would start running. If I stop there I might lose the other one. To my relief another companion came to my rescue to follow the fled one.

On the way back to the temple, she started making 'uahhh' noice. Ohh, NO…. NO…. but yes, she vomited. Because of excessive running, her throat went dry and she vomited all over inside the temple. I informed my mother that we need to find a way to clean this. But she was very busy praying and said there were cleaners inside the temple and they will take care of it or she wanted me to wait for some time until that pooja got over as she can come out in the middle. A priest was there as well, but he didn't care a damn as he was busy explaining the innocent pilgrims that the money they paid in advance doesn't include coconut, banana and they have to pay another 30 bucks extra.

I was much worried. People were bare foot inside the temple and the last thing I want was someone stepping over it. To my relief, finally I saw the cleaning lady. She was a lean lady with dark complexion. If I have to go with the standard of beauty set by the current world, (I mean white skin, flashing eyes, flowing hairs and silky skin) I would have to term her unattractive as she didnt have any of these. In that village, I think she would only be getting a very minimal salary which wouldn't be sufficient enough to her for all the three food breaks. She should be around her mid forties. I told her that our kid vomited and could she clean it. She asked where and I showed her the spot.

She cleaned the mess with bucket full of water and broom stick. As a relieved man, I gave her a ten rupee note in a more polite way. She refused to take that. She said, she only did her job and that too, to clean the mess of a kid would only be a help for me.

Corrupted by the opportunistic corporate world, I awkwardly, tried again to offer her the money. She refused it with single word and vanished somewhere in no time.

This incident kept lingering in my mind for a very long time. I was wondering what nature was trying to teach me through this. But this indeed gave me a nice feeling. All of a sudden the lady went very high in my mind and looked beautiful and divine. 
I felt the experience of 'bonding' which I think is essential in life. I believe those are the people who link the world and save it from self destruction.

Cant this be called as love?

I don't say 'love is God as I can't compare a thing with another one which I don't know really. I simply call, 'Love is great'. But if you insist on 'Love is God' then, yeah, I met God. (at least I should do justice to the topic here :).


Lessons from an entrepreneur - part II

What do you think is the most needed to be an entrepreneur?

Why cant you close your eyes and think for a while until you list out at least five items.

I am sure 99% of you wouldn't have mentioned what I have in mind as I am confident that you are not as cranky as me.

I decided to prolong the suspense a little further and so I will start with a small story (very small indeed) to give you a small hint on what I have in mind.

Once a helicopter asked a rocket, "how can you travel that fast as I cant even reach half your speed.

Rocket said "If only you have fire on your back, you would know"

The answer I have in my mind is 'humiliation' or 'insult'.

For a person to be a successful entrepreneur, you need to have the fire. The fire can be effectively replaced by drive. since business is a long process, you tend to loose interest in the middle. you will be more prone to laziness. That small pause is enough to get you out of business as business is a down moving ladder. If you stop climbing up, you will go down. 

Only a drive can keep you motivated. In my opinion, nothing better than a humiliation or insult can be an effective drive. The urge to prove someone that they are wrong in their judgment black and white is a most motivating drive I would say. Speaking in business statements rather than words to such persons and watch their reactions would motivate you even to work throughout night.

In the final part of 'Rocky' movie, Stallone will meet a girl in a bar. By that time he would have been a popular boxer. The girl is no stranger to him as he met her years ago when he was just a poor fellow. By that time she would have humiliated him. 

Recognising him, she will ask if he remembers her.

He will say 'yes'

She will ask 'how'

He will say 'great insults lasts longer'

How true?

I wanted to kiss her

After loads of serious stuff, i decided to write a lighter one. (or else I know my blog buddies may eat me alive for all the confusions that I did to them over a period).

Though I suck in this genre (55 fiction), i believe this one would be alright. (at least I believe so). Please leave your feedback.


I saw her in bus stop. She was damn beautiful. In her polished apple cheeks, I saw reflection of early morning sun in-between her shiny hairs. The road was almost empty. I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to kiss her. When I moved forward, bus arrived. She took her schoolbag to join her nursery friends.

I LIKED.....

Recently I read a post by Amit singh - Religion; my thoughts. Its a profound one. I always like his style of touching high topics in a more humble tone. I would recommend this.

The Mask

After a long gap, I am back. Honestly I won’t say, I am extremely busy that I cant even find little time to write a post. Though it became quite busy nowadays, I did have some free time, but the problem is that I wasn’t in a right frame of mind to think.   
Nevertheless, I am back now.    

To give an introduction, this post may contain high philosophical stuff. I think you all know that this is a decent way of saying that I am going to bore you down to the core. 

Have you ever heard of the word ‘Mamaharam’. Probably you wouldn’t as it is not an English word. Even Tamil people wouldn’t have heard it as it is seldom used. ‘Mamaharam’ means our idea of how others think about our self.  

In recent past, I was observing my own self on if I am portraying my true self to the outside world.  The result is a big NO. I wear too many masks to hide my true self. Sometimes the mask is so permanent that makes me to forget my true identity.

If you wonder what these mask means, for example if you have to get a work done in a government office, say a bank. When you were conversing with the manager, most likely he will crack a poor joke with high dose of sarcasm and also you would never fail to notice how well they utilize the long government procedures to the advantage of their laziness. Along with these, the pace at which the work moves at that office will make you feel to kick him right along with the chair that he was sitting. But you cant. Here you will wear a smiley mask.  

Similarly, we use masks to hide our selfishness, arrogance, psychic feeling and lust.

'Mamaharam' plays a good role in introducing new masks to us. If we feel some one is thinking good about our self, we don’t want to spoil that image. Immediately we wear a mask that will best suit that image. We do it quite often. Don’t we? 

I agree, if only there is no such masks, the world will be one hell of a place. But I feel covering a wound is not good enough. We need to find some way to heal it. 

In some way the world compels all of us to wear a mask. Because everyone wears a mask and tease those who haven’t done this tradition. The whole society is like this. 

Unless we stop wearing masks, we are not going any further in self exploration that I think is the key to find out the secret of life. 

If we need to come out of these masks, either we should stop doing actions clandestine or we should develop courage to face this world. Probably if we reduce the dependency level with this society, we can gain that courage.    

I know these are easy said than done. So far I developed courage in informing you that I havnt moved a step forward to shed away the ‘n’ number of masks that I am wearing now. But I believe, writing this article may propel me to take evasive action in uncovering my true identity.   

If you are reading this line, then probably you are courageous person to bear all my boredom. So I decided to award you with “Iron Heart” (ethaiyum thangum idayam).

Among those blogs I read recently, I am most impressed with this post.

This post is very profound, well thought and forward thinking. A must read. I like people with unbiased ideas as such.

The mask and the prejudice

Though I am online for most of my presence in office, nowadays I found it hard to spare some time to blog. But this didn’t restrict me from finding few topics to share. Here I present you with two such topics which is completely unrelated. After finishing this, I plan to watch the movie ‘2012’ in Tamil as we don’t have it screened in English in our town. Yeah I am going to enjoy all the funny dialogues like ‘Athukku kovam vandhuruchu pola irukku, oodunga oodunga – Courtesy Jurassic park’

The prejudice:

When I went home for lunch in a day of the last week, my mother said we need to visit one of our family friends as their son got narrowly escaped from an accident. I know the guy’s father very well. He is lively and a very friendly person to speak with. I like him a lot as he is a result oriented person but the only difference we have is in ‘faith’. Yes, he is a hard core theist who practices all poojas, vasthu, numerology, namalogy and etc where as I take a total opposite stance to that.

When I entered his home, I found the son sitting with a sad face. I could see the seat belt mark on his chest and surprised that he used seat belt. I asked him what happened. Before he say anything his mother intervened and said all the story involved with the accident.

One fine early morning of a holiday, her son along with three other friends started in a small car from Chennai towards a destination which is still unknown. Her son was sitting in the front seat adjacent to the friend who was driving the car. One of the guys sitting back was sleeping. All these three friends took a picture of him and making fun.

The car was in full speed in the four track road. When they tried overtaking a lorry, they found a wet spot in the middle of the road. To avoid it, driver applied break, the car slipped and dashed with the lorry in high acceleration. For a moment they didn’t realize what happened. The first to recover was the driver friend and her son as they had only minimal injuries. The front part of the car was totally damaged. Immediately they looked back to check their friends and found them unconscious with blood bleeding from their head.

With the help of local people they called an ambulance and went to the hospital.

The doctor checked and said one of the person is already dead and the other is very serious.

They realized fatality of the accident and informed their parents immediately.

After all the scanning and x rays, her son is quite safe now. But he is not yet recovered from the shock of losing his friend. I can clearly see this from his face. I didn’t speak much to him as I don’t want to irritate him with all those advices and questions which everyone do by default.

His father joined us and said he visited the expired friend’s home to mourn. Hearing this news, it seems his mother went inside the temple and prayed that nothing should have happened to her son. She pleaded God that she would even accept her son sans a hand or leg but all that she want was to have him back alive. But eventually that prayer went in vein. I felt very sad for all the pain they are going through now.

After half an hour of discussion on their feelings and son’s behaviors, the father finished saying that in the end all the poojas that he did so far had given its benefit. It saved their son.

I was wondering, if the prayers he did, gave its benefit by saving their son, then what happened to the prayers that the expired friend’s mother did?

If he say, the reason for his prayer got answered was because that he did all the pooja’s as per the rule listed in Vedas, then is God so narcissistic and cruel, giving importance to modes of prayer rather than the feeling of a heart?

I think, in life, we can change a few things with our efforts, where as we need to accept the rest which are out of our hands. Those things that we need to accept includes death. Some people believe, we can get the help of God to overcome those things that have to be accepted. With the fear of losing the support of god in future endeavors like this, they try to justify God for what ever happened without questioning anything to know the real truth.

The Mask:

Sicne I am totally exhausted now, I plan to write the topic ‘Mask’ in my next post. Please bear with my laziness.

But please don’t be as lazy as me to vote for the poll that I created in the right side panel. I love your feedbacks.


This is the column where I present you with the posts from other blogs that I like a lot.

A Monologue for a beautician by GB

I like this post because it reflects the beautiful attitude of forward thinking women. Hope you would like it.

If I were a baby again

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If I were a baby again, I would go to Vipul mamu and ask him to change the topic with flashing innocence in my eyes which every baby has by default. (I very well know that, he will give me a candy and say he can’t, quoting all democracy and stuff). What else I could do as I am totally blank in this topic.

When I try to remember my childhood days, I could remember very few incidents starting from my fourth year. I think you would call a 4 year, a boy and not a baby. I really don’t remember what I did when I was a baby. And whatever I wish now, even if it comes true, I will not remember. I am wondering, then what is the use of being a baby again?

Alright enough of my logical stuffs, let me try something now.

I believe my mind and desires are like bottomless vessel. How much ever you put in, it wouldn’t be enough. When I was a kid, I remember fighting my mum for taking half trousers as I want to wear full pants and pose like a man. When I was in school, I want to go to college soon and enjoy all the freedom (hey we can bunk classes). When I was in college, I want to finish and earn soon (we need to share the burden of the family and become financially independent).

Now I want to go back to my college and school. I want to be a kid and baby also. What a nasty and inconsistent mind I have. It is so notorious, senseless and adamant that it cannot enjoy whatever is in my hand, instead it wants whatever is in other’s hands knowing the fact that I cannot take it.

Once my mind asked for Biriyani as it likes it a lot. When I fed it, it was very happy and said “I am a connoisseur of biriyani. This particular hotel biriyani is the only professional biriyani and it makes me happy”. When my family was out for a week, I fed it with Biriyani all the week. On the fifth day, it said with a grim face, “can’t you think of anything more than biriyani?”. Oh God, When my mind will realize that happiness isn’t in the materials of this world and it is within itself.

After a brief thought, I think I don’t want to be a baby again. Right from childhood, nature presented me with innumerable choices. When I made the right choice, I went ahead few steps. When I made the wrong one, I learned life. I don’t have any regrets so far. I have learnt my lessons very well. I have done all I intended to do. (though a little slow). I think, I will do all I dreamt of now, in Future.

I believe, being a baby again is a trick played by my mind to loop me to my past. I don’t want to fall for it.

Note: After deviating so much from the topic, I think I may have to buy 'Chetan Bhagat' from the stands.

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After completing MBA from top 20 business school, I was happily placed in a then top 5 media company ‘P’. The initial enthusiasm and bubbly attitude was well received by our GM and was getting the extra attention that would make anyone happy.

That was exactly the reason for bootlickers and chumchas to target me. When days gone by, somehow I coudnt digest the fact that mere talent wasn’t enough to grow up in the corporate ladder.

Concentrated politics made me to resign the job backed up by the belief that top 20 business school image would fetch me a decent job in better environment.

But alas, the reality was quite contrary as I resigned my job exactly at the time of Sep 11 attack and job market was very poor and kept me jobless for a period of four months.

I decided to go to Mumbai in hunt for a job. (That was the time I experienced transgender behaviors and it was one of the popular posts here). I could hardly manage any jobs other than door to door selling which I didn’t like because I hate irritating people at wrong time.

So I decided to go back to higher studies in UK which gave me ample opportunities to mingle with multicultural people and learn the modern steps of business.

When I finished my studies there, I was 26 and I don’t want to go back to job world as I would be far behind my peers.

With the help of our university’s entrepreneurship center, I started my company ‘F’ with high hopes.

And that’s how I became an entrepreneur.

Though I was aspiring to be an entrepreneur right from my schoolhood, had I been consitantly in the job market, I doubt to have achieved that dream if not situation compelled me like this.

The initial days were very disappointing as I started this business without any basics. I did all the possible errors and I was in such a pity state that I wasn’t even able to judge why my potential customers turned their face against me.

After four years of struggling, now the business seems to be back in track. I could smell some profits. Yeeahhh.

More than profit, it’s the recognition of talent is more intoxicating. I thoroughly enjoy it.

Coming to the main part of the post, I would like to present here, couple of valuable lessons I learnt as I can see lots of MBA’s and aspiring entrepreneurs in this blogosphere.

I would definitely don’t want to term it as an advice as I hate advices. I believe advice never give freedom and make people dumb. I would like to use an alternate word ‘suggestion’. I like this word as it gives freedom to think. And also I can never assert whatever I said here is correct as I keep changing my stances often.

OK lets start the lessons.

Lesson number 1:

A mother of a successful business man went to her husband and said “Our son is now 10 years and growing older day by day. I want you to start teaching business lessons right from now so that he would be a seasoned business man in future”

Dad said “alright. Call him”

Son came with a little hesitation because of his dad’s unusual assertiveness.

Dad carried him and placed him on the top of a cupboard.

“Common son, jump from there”

“Dad, its too high and I may get myself injured if I jump from here”

“Don’t worry son, I am here to catch you. Common, jump”

Son jumped. Dad didn’t catch him. He fell flat in the floor. It was painful.

Dad said “ first lesson in business. Do not trust anyone, even if it’s your dad”

I learned this lesson in a way giving lump sum as price. Everyone in business world is after money. No one will help you if they have to make a loss. Unless the terms of business is mutually beneficial, we are certain to make loss at one point of time. Secondly, unless we have a clear system to track down the results of an individual, he will cheat us even if he is a Buddha.

Lesson number two starts here.

Unless we learn to say 'NO' to our clients, we would end up making wrong terms which would eventually push you in deep shit.

All right, anyone of you please send this piece of experience to Harvard business school. If they invite me for a guest lecture, I will throw you all a lavish party.

I think this is my first post other than social causes. I don’t know how readers would like it. So please spare some time to leave your feedback here. Your time will be respected.


I would like to narrate you one of the unforgettable incidents in my life.

In my sophomore days, sixteen of our hostel mates planned a one day picnic to Kalpakkam. We chose Kalpakkam because couple of my friends live there and actually they were the one who invited us.

We got up early in the morning (it was very unusual in college days) got ready and boarded the ‘Saroja’ kind of van and headed towards Kalpakkam as early as 6:30 AM. As usual the journey was filled with pranks and teasings of college youth.

Once we reached Kalpakkam, without wasting much time we headed towards the beach.

Eight of the sixteen decided to go on a voyage in Catamaran. The catamaran was taking its full night’s rest at the beach sand with the luxury of waves lullaby. (I am sometimes poetic you know) It looked like a simple boat with a motor at its back. A long iron rod with a fan at the end was attached to the motor and it was designed in such a way that they can keep the fan up towards the sky until it reach a safe distance inside the sea.

While two guys were pushing the catamaran, one of my friends just pushed me down in the sand. Before falling down I heard the 'whirl' of the fan near my right ear. Yeah. I missed it by a whisker.

Well, it didn’t affect me much, we said 'tata' and gave a oohhhho send off to our 8 sailors and was waiting on the sand for our chance.

It would take atleast one hour for them to return and so I suggested for a swim in the sea. Four rejected and they were happy to converse with the fisherman on the enchanting trip to the sea. The other four, including me decided to have a dip at the sea.

Hundai mandayan (Etymology: he started balding and his fore head looks like Hyundai bonnet), Gundan (no etymology required), myself and Santa were the ones who decided to go.

The feeling of being amidst the waves was like flying and we thoroughly enjoyed it. All of a sudden, it seems I fell deep into a pit and I started drowning. I am not a very skillful swimmer though I am confident of saving myself. I made the movement to come up the water, but the big waves immediately covered me leaving a few seconds up the surface. I could hardly breathe.

I decided to call for help. I said ‘kapath…’ a wave covered me. I was down again. When I came back up again, Hundai said “dai machi chumma thana pannara” (means aren’t you just feigning). I was like fuming amidst the disaster. Gundan gave me his hand and he came in and started struggling. So was Santa. After a few minutes of vigorous attempt to save my life, all my energy depleted. I thought I am going to experience death.

All of a sudden, I got a strong arm lifting me up from the water. I saw the fishermen with my friends forming human chain from the shore to help us. One good thing Hyundai did was to call the help of fishermen. Had he given hand to me, we four would have been only in photos with Kumkum and garland in our home.

Immediately after reaching the shore, some said,” it happened twice and will happen one more time to complete the sentimental three”. Some others said, “it’s a no moon day and that’s why the waves are at peak”. It didn’t bother me much. I still love being in water.

But this incident made me to realize that my life is very vulnerable and I can encounter death any time in life. Untill this incident I never thought myself with death.

People say it is inauspicious to pronounce the word ‘Death’. But I think, if we pronounce it or not, we cannot avoid death. We see so many people dying, we attend innumerable condolences, but have you ever realized that we would also experience death one day?

It can be by an accident today or tomorrow or anyother day. Or we may dye out of old age. We are certain to experience that death one day in our life. We can’t escape.

How will it be. Will it pain? I don’t know what I was before my birth? Will death be like prebirth period, the nothingness?. Or will it be like a dreamless permanent sleep. Somehow my mind is not accepting that I will come out of my body and watch all those cry sitting in a corner like a bunch of smoke.

Whatever it is, I value death because it thought me the nature of nature. Theists can replace the second ‘nature’ with ‘God’. As I already said in my previous posts, the nature follows certain rules and it cannot be changed with all our begging and trading that we do with God. Death teaches us this point in a very hard way. Do you think any amount of money or the best doctor or the best preacher, can bring back a dead man alive?

PS: I am sorry guys. I coudnt blog or leave a comment in my fellow bloggers’ for the past couple of weeks. I was busy proving this world that I am brilliant. The world thinks you are brilliant only when you earn money. If you don’t earn money, then they will call you a dumb fella. Understand this fact and shut up. Or else this world will call you a non pragmatic person.

PPS: I actually thought of writing a completely different genre here. But will do it in my next post.



As I am little ambiguous about death, I requested two of my fellow bloggers who think far better than me, to write a poem and a writeup as a guest blogger here. They were very generous and gave a beautiful poem and a wonderful writeup. Enjoy it. Thanks a lot pals.
Here I present it.

Death (Poem by Vipul Grover)

As an unbearable pain suddenly engulfed him

He just felt an unusual surge of eternal peace
The moments he had lived, flashed, exciting and grim
While the people around mourned like buzzing bees.
As those weary eyes closed for that last one time
He smiled for his perpetual voyage begins.

Death (A writeup by Amit Singh)

What is Death? Death is the layout on which we paint our life. And I feel when we start seeing our life with integration of death; life would look more beautiful and more alive. Like the Day and the night, the summer and the winter, the tide and the ebb, matter and antimatter...Death and Life also define each other and or part of same energy but with opposite polarity. The Concept of God, Religion and spirituality; all these are somehow based deeply on our Mortality. A life without Death would be a sentence without any termination...Real meaning of life is more pronounced by the limitation carved by death around our life. Love, beauty and compassion; all these divine attributes are somehow sprouted from the seed of Death. I would love to quote one of my favourite quotes, quoted by Steve Jobs....

“Almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”

Hope you all enjoyed it. I don’t know when I will find time again to blog. Hope it would be on next Sunday. See you then.

My War - 55 fiction

This post has been selected as 'Tangy tuesday pick' by Blogadda on 20 oct 09. click on the image to view the results page.


“Amidst my regular dinner, I heard a big bang. My ears went deaf. I rushed home to warn my kids. They were shivering”.

“Three days now, we didn’t go out. We’re starving. Will this war prolong?

“Oh God, save our life and let us have peace soon”.
Prayed the elderly crow in nest. Its Diwali.


This is 55 fiction story. If you don't know what it is, read it here.

Hey Guys, this is my first real attempt on 55 fiction. let me know your honest comments.


Finally, I decided to penalize Vipul for consistently calling me a married man in FB comments section. Yes he need to write a 50 words poem in my blog as a guest blogger. (my blog doesn't have any poems as I don't know to write).

The topic is 'DEATH'.

@ Vipul: If you are taking this, you can email it to bharathionline@gmail.com

Tags - More secrets disclosed

Shankar tagged me for these 2 tags. Seems to be very interesting.

TAG #01 : Innocent… or Guilty?

RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent. (I broke this rule here as i felt single word answer will only make the readers boring)

RULE 2- Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this.guilty

  1. Asked someone to marry you? Innocent. (never. Though I liked some)
  2. Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent. (No way)
  3. Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent. (danced on table but not in the bar)
  4. Ever told a lie? Guilty.
  5. Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Guilty.
  6. Kissed a picture? Innocent. (real would be more entertaining ;-)
  7. Slept in until 5 PM? Innocent (I dont know why, even if I go to bed early morning I get up at max eight) but I go to bed again after breakfast)
  8. Fallen asleep at work/school? Innocent (I need very comfortable place to sleep)
  9. Held a snake? Guilty (Dont think I am bravest. In one snake show, in no time the guy put a snake around my neck. Off course I acted as if I am not afraid).
  10. Been suspended from school? Innocent.
  11. Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent.
  12. Stolen from a store? Innocent (I cant stand humiliation).
  13. Been fired from a job? Innocent. (But I fired my organisation couple of times hahaha)
  14. Done something you regret? (Guilty. some times. but I dont want to repeat it)
  15. Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Innocent.
  16. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent.(errr,.. kiddish question)
  17. Kissed in the rain? Innocent . (wow. what a romantic question)
  18. Sat on a roof top? Guilty.(I also travelled on a roof of a train once)
  19. Kissed someone you shouldn’t? Innocent
  20. Sang in the shower? Guilty. (I sing in every place where others cant hear me. I also sing when I drive alone in a two whealer. its not because that my singing capability is poor but because I dont want to give my precious voice for free. I will think about it if AR Rehman pays me)
  21. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent.
  22. Shaved your head? Guilty. (I tried it once in UK with automatic shaving machine)
  23. Had a boxing membership? Innocent. (But yeah I wish to, to punch all those who piss me off)
  24. Made a girlfriend cry? Guilty
  25. Been in a band? Innocent. (wonly in rubber band)
  26. Shot a gun? Guilty (Diwali is coming. what a stupid question)
  27. Donated Blood? Guilty.
  28. Eaten alligator meat? You would be surprised if I say yes. but so do I
  29. Eaten cheesecake? Guilty. (what a contrary question to the previous one. very girly)
  30. Still love someone you shouldn’t? Innocent.
  31. Have/had a tattoo? Innocent. (I dont know why but I hate tattoos and piercings. getting older eh?)
  32. Liked someone, but will never tell who? Guilty.
  33. Been too honest? Guilty. (most of the times except some times. I pray God that the sometimes stay some times and not most of the times. yeah I can write confusing statements)
  34. Ruined a surprise? Innocent. (I am a tough guy. I keep secrets)
  35. Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards?Guilty ( if the meal is good, I do that. especially when it is Biriyani. I am a connoisseur of Biriyani)
  36. Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty. (I do this many times. but I want to stop this)
  37. Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Guilty (While making a women garment (We export knitted garments) I need to wear it to check the fitting as I dont find any girl fitting that size at that moment. But guys I didnt use coconut shells :-)
  38. Joined a pageant? Innocent.
  39. Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty.
  40. Had communication with your ex? Innocent.
  41. Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent.
  42. Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Innocent.

Guilty for 17/42

TAG #02 : How DUMB are you?
The more [x]’ s the “dumber” you are.


[] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking (But I swallowed it once)
[] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking
[] You have ran into a glass/screen door
[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle
[x] You have thought of something funny while walking by yourself
[] Laughed, then watched people give you weird looks
[x] You have run into a tree/bush.
[] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow
[x] You have tried to lick your elbow… a few times
[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little star have the same rhythm.
[x] You just tried to sing them.

So far: 6

[] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.
[] You have choked on your own spit .
[] You have seen the Matrix and still don’t get it. (I love that movie. do you guys know the entire movie is based on Indian philosophy. escpecially the climax of first part)
[] You’ve never seen the Matrix.
[] You type only with two fingers.
[] You have accidentally caught something on fire
[] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.
[x] You have caught yourself drooling. (Once I did it with a stunning beauty who asked for a lift inside the college. I wasnt drooling, I made a decent chat but I fell by her beauty and the way she conducted herself)
[] You have fallen asleep in class and fell outta your chair

[] Sometimes you just stop thinking (most of the time I wont think about anything)
[] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about
[] People often shake their heads and walk away from you
[] You are often told to use your “inside voice”.
[] You use your fingers to do simple math
[] You have eaten a bug
[] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important
[] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn’t realize it
[x] You’ve looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand. (Once I searched for a mobile phone while speaking on it. how funny. but I will not agree if you call me dumb for doing this)
[] You have ran around naked in your house.

So far: 8

[] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don’t.
[] You break a lot of things.
[x] Your friends know not to use big words around you.
[] You tilt your head when you’re confused
[] You have fallen out of your chair before
[] When you’re lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling or wall
[] The word “ummmmm” is used many times a day.


Even I am (9/37)*100 = 24.32% DUMB !

I normally dont tag anyone but since this is a very interesting one, I want to tag the following pals. I would be happy if they take it. If they feel too embarrased to take it, they can leave it. No problem. But I would miss to know some interesting facts.

I tag Vipul, Vishnu, Shilpa, Shruti, Sathish, Aditya, Guria, Sid, Suga, Dr. Chandraseker and all those who read this. (I am sure my fellow bloggers are very kindenough to let me go without backlinking their name. I am little lazy you know)

And finally, thanks for Shankar for helping me increase my post count with out much thinking.


I wasn’t blogging that frequently for quite some time but that didn’t restrict me to collect points to blog. Here are few thoughts that I collected over a period of time.

Some time back I saw a picture of a women body builder and I instantly perceived that this is a result of women trying to match men in every department they can. I am quite against it. I believe men and women are equals but not same. They both have complementary qualities to lead life and I feel it’s insane for one to try becoming another. I think we should learn to respect the complementary qualities of each other.


A month back, on the way to drop our Spanish buyer in the airport after a successful meeting, we were speaking on various aspects that he came across in India.

He asked me one question which made me little ashamed and took more time to think. This isn’t about traffic or garbage on road or even the population.
He said “When I was dining in a Delhi restaurant, I was conversing with the waiter in English as I don’t know the language. But I noticed few local people who knew Hindi also were conversing in English. Why is this?”
He asked this question in a very innocent way.
After a little while of thinking, I answered “In India, only educated people speak English and to gain respect over this advantage, they speak in English”
But I honestly feel when our people will start believing English is a language and not knowledge.


Today I can see the white pumpkins all over the road as the after math of Ayutha pooja (I don’t know what it is called in north. Guyz please enlighten me). The red kumkum that was put inside the pumpkin, after being crushed by vehicles, made an illusion that it was someone else’s blood. Who knows it might actually be some one else’s blood who’s vehicle was slipped by it as it did for me 10 years back in Chennai.

With all the little good deeds I did throughout my life, I pronounce that the curse of those people, who fell by it, goes to the person who did this stupid act. Just kidding. I don’t know when these people will understand that, since because this is a religious ceremony they can’t take it as granted to trouble fellow people.


Recently I read a post (it was an old post though) in Vishnu’s about crying, which was in response to my post. I want to record my feelings on that. When we are overwhelmed by a feeling, we cry. To put it simple, what ever the feeling, if it get intense, we cry. Let it be sadness or happiness or any other feeling for that matter. The most common thing we cry for is sadness which I dont like either. But if we haven’t cried for other feelings, then we haven’t experienced anything intense. If we haven’t experienced anything intense, then we haven’t experienced anything in full. Isn’t that sad?
"If your tears hasn’t wet your cheeks, then you haven’t lived your life" I didn’t say this. It seems it is found in Bhagawat gita.
Note: Thanks a lot to Soin and Shruti for voting for me in Blog a ton. I thank all those who left their wonderful comments too.



This is a small colum that I decided to add to my posts when ever necessary. Here I am going to recommend few of the posts that impressed me to great extent.

1. 'The last number dialed' by Vipul ji:

I liked this post not only for the nice suspense he built till end but also for the beautiful message he gave. enjoy this post guyz.

2. 'The Great divide' by Mani Padma in Ginger Chai:

This is indeed one of the best 55 fictions I read so far. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

The Indian dream

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Five years back my then colleague in Edinburgh (UK) asked me

“If you can give something from your country, what would you give to us (UK)"

Though I don’t remember what I blabbered at the moment, it did provoke me to think a lot.

I didn’t want to defend my country fakely. I shed all my prejudices and started thinking unbiased, on what could we give it to them.

They are far ahead than us in infrastructure and usage of technology. Their people are far more cultured than us. Individual freedom is at peak there and they nurture it with good manners. Their political setup is far less corrupt than ours. Their people do their job perfectly where as we let them mock at us expanding Indian Standard Time (IST) as Indian Stretched Time.

What do we have then?

Five years back this question led me to an idea of what we should do to come out of all the mess that we are now and lead life respectfully as they do. I am going to write the same ideas that I collected in mind then, without much change. Thanks to Blog a ton for giving me this already thought out topic.

Starting from traffic, government offices, politicians, corrupt officials to cleanliness, I can give innumerable sarcastic instances to prove how we lack behind in comparison to western countries. I used to do this in my previous posts. As I am all grownup and mature now, I am not going to do that here. Instead I would like to concentrate on results and future activities rather than cynicism.

I will not accuse that politicians or corrupt officials are the reason for our current state now. I don’t believe that these people could change.

Then what would bring a change to this nation?

I would like to explain this with one of my experiences.

Few months back, the ruling party leader visited my place. The chumchas dug holes all over the road to erupt cutouts with their lovely smiling face at the foot of the leader to give a grand welcome. I was thinking how a ruling party can damage public property. The following month the opposite party leader visited and same thing happened as all chumchas are alike irrespective of their parties. I got irritated and felt if people in power, whose responsibility is to protect public property can do this, then who can save our country. A week later, in the next street one of our fellow people got a function at his home. He dug hole right in the middle of the road to erupt shamiyana.

I feel politicians and corrupt officials are not born straight from sky. They indeed originate within us. They reflect the culture and practices of our entire nation. When we are pointing fingers at corrupt politicians, can we tell that our common people are free of guilt?

An auto rickshaw driver likes to earn that extra bit of money unethically. We don’t mind litter the space when we are out of our home. We never obey signals when there is no policeman. We never do our job to perfection. Isn’t this same mindset reflected in corrupt politicians and officials. If there are ten goats in a herd and if we elect one goat, I don't think we can expect it to roar like a lion.

If at all there should come a change, I feel it should come from our people. Not politician. Not officials.

I want my people to become more responsible. If they do a job, whether it is rocket technology or sweeping the street, I want them to do it whole hearted with all their skills. If they have to vote, I want them to vote analyzing the pros and cons of a candidate rather than party fanaticism. I want them to respect other person’s freedom and treat them with respect and love. I want them to understand selfishness isn’t the sign of brilliance.

If these things happen, I strongly believe rest of the things will fall in place.

Yes. My dream is to bring my people out of all these ignorance that they have in the fields above mentioned. This is the very objective of this blog. All your support till now made me believe that I could do much more than just writing. Will let you know when this shapes up well.

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