Khan, Kalam, Terrorism

I should have written this post a while ago but my laziness and lack of time made me to write it now allowing me to comfortably use the cliché ‘better late than never’.

When I saw the news that Sharuk Khan was detained in American airport for security check, I felt the media attention given was more than necessary. It was like someone was mistakenly shot dead by American officials.

I don’t want to go into very detail on the issue as every kith and kin in India were aware of the happenings because of 24x7 telecast of this tape in all news channels. We will keep it short here, Sharuk said he was checked because of his name and they said his name popped up for a random security check and they did only their duty.

In this era of back stabbing, we can’t even let go an invited guest without security check. How can we expect them to leave an actor whose reputation as a community in India has been seriously damaged by rape charges, deer hunting charges, illegal weapon purchase and drug addiction, to go free without checking.

And also I don’t understand why he can’t bare this check for one time which ‘n’ number of common people goes through every day. Even if he is a Mother Teresa, there is nothing wrong in going through security check. I can agree this kind of fuss when there is abusive behavior or harsh handling which clearly didn’t happen.

Asians did the September 11 attack and America has high threat from Osama even now. So I think we can accept the extra bit of attention that they give to Asians for the reason that the unlikely event of a terrorist escaping may harm thousands of people. Won’t we do that here? Aren’t we looking at all Pakistani people as terrorists?

I don’t know why people can’t understand safety check is only for the benefit of our self and people around us and it need not to be used as a tool to assert their superiority.

A while ago, similar incident happened involving APJ Abdul Kalam. As per our government procedures, the airlines authorities, shouldn’t have checked Kalam as they already got a circular from govt of India that they should not check certain people marked by them as VIPs. Though I respect Kalam a lot, I would vouch for removing such laws after seeing the names of people who were marked as VIPs. I prefer making security checks common to everyone including American VIPs as Law doesn’t discriminate at least on paper.

If you leave an ex president of India unchecked, then that would be a wrong example for some African (and similar) countries where some of the president themselves are terrorists, to ask for the same procedure. Didn’t we have incidents involving our MPs who tried to take some people illegally into America? I think we should let away Kalam and see this incident in a more unbiased way.

1. Reading this dont think I am a pro American. I am actually not.
2. I forgot to note that my previous post was my 50th one. Do you think it is an incident to celebrate? I don’t know but I am happy to blog. It gives me immense satisfaction.

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The choices I would like to make

After years of keen observation on life, I understood my future was not written before I took shape in my mum’s womb, instead it is determined by my decision on the innumerable choices that nature presented in front of me. Every choice displayed had an undisclosed path to take me to some set future. The beauty of life is that one is absolutely free to choose any option as long as he/she is ready to face the aftermath. Even this moment presents us with ‘n’ number of choices. You can either chose honest path or dishonest path. Criminal path or otherwise. Etc.

Well, I stop it here as my intention is not to bore you with dry philosophical stuff. Instead, I would like to share with you the choices that I would like to make in my life. This may be relatively interesting I suppose.

I am not politically correct person or a fake modest person to ignore the importance of money. I am so adamant in saying that, money is the one which sets most of the problems right. But I am verywell aware that there is also life after money. The hunt for money itself is a huge activity which teaches lots of points on our life. I only want to treat earning money as a tool to understand life and to fulfill my honest needs but I am sure I don’t want to get intoxicated by it.

I visited a handful of western countries and I even had a chance to settle in one of them but I chose not to do that because of my own reasons. If my friend’s house is neat and clean compared to my home, I cant choose to stay there, instead I would like to clean my home. My country is dirty and low compared to many of the western countries and so I want to contribute my bit to clean it now. I believe all the misery this country faces is because of the ignorance of our people. I want to start a non political organization to make people politically eligible, to educate them on culture, confidence, freedom and how to think on their own etc. I am even ready to spend most of my earnings to improve the mental standard of our people which is at the moment filled with ignorance and selfishness. Hope this dream would come true someday.

Recently I notice few strange observations within me. Whenever I complain of something about someone, I feel I have the same complaint within me. When I say some one is adamant, I feel I am adamant too. Recently I complained a person that she is adamant and always wants others to adjust to her character. I advised her to change this attitude. Later on the rebel (yeah, the same rebel who peeked in my WHAT IS LOVE post :-)) inside me said aren’t you doing the same with her pal’. I started feeling all the happiness and sadness has something to do with our mind inside. So I would like to choose to allot some time to explore and give some exercise to my mind. I don’t know how much yoga and meditation can help, but decided to take it up. I also decided to give some exercise to my body which is relatively slower than my mind.

I wanted to learn the art of loving people, with all their differences.

I want to treat insult as like just another incident.

If I feel like crying I should be able to cry without any ego as I am a man.

I want to have my policies of honesty and straightforwardness unaffected by the pressures of money that my peers and other money fetishes insist on me.

So far I understood that we cannot avoid problems in life. Now I want to know how I could handle these problems in such a way that it doesn’t bother me.

I want to be flexible enough to accept new ideologies that help me learning the life better. (Remember the Zen story in my PERCEPTION post).

I believe family and friends are the set up created to understand the meaning of loving people. I want to use this opportunity to learn that art.

I want to understand and pay respect to those ailing elders who wants none other than a visit. I want to do this atleast once a week.

I don’t want to do anything to impress anyone. Be it a high post official or powerful politician or filthy rich money fetish or a beautiful girl, I want my behavior to be very natural.

I dont mind questioning even if it concerns God (which made me an agnostic). I want to keep it this way.

I understood its only me who prompts others to behave in a particular way with me. And also I know its only me who is going to take or reject the effects of what is said to me. I want to understand this and alter my mind such a way that I am unaffected by external environment.

Finally I will give a small story to wake you up reading such a long philosophical crap.

Once a lady in a small village got pregnant illegally. Fearing the wrath of her family against her clandestine lover, in front of all the villagers, she pointed out a good zen monk in that village as the culprit. He was a very nice monk with all the good name until then. After hearing this from the lady, almost all the villagers hated and insulted him.

The father of that lady took the baby to him and said, “you are the culprit and you have to take care of him”

The monk said. “is it? Alright” with a smiling face.

A year passed, pushed by guilt, the lady revealed the truth that the zen monk had nothing to do with the child. Learning this, the father and villagers ran to the monk and fell on his feet begging pardon saying all the truth.

The monk said, “Is this. Alright” with a smiling face.

I want to be like that monk. Unaffected by the highs and lows.

Now the choice infront of me is, I can either spend my energy to do all this or spend my time lazying around. My future is in my hand now as usual.

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8 Marvels - About me!! (Tag)

Shruti tagged me with this 8 marvels about me tag. Let me see how it goes.


Generally I hate TV shows. Unnatural over reactive serial actors, reality shows that urge the participants to act awkwardly, trying to 'act smart' contestants and kala master absolutely gives me a headache. I would strongly recommend to penalize the entire team of Aaditya TV who indulge in the weird behaviour disturbing people like lunatics.
Though I like few rare shows, I dont see it continuously for reasons that I dont know. May be laziness or lack of time or both.

I dont think this would reach the count eight. lemme try.

>>News (I watch when something interesting happens. Or I flip channel in a couple of minutes after reading the running lines)

>>Any thing about Lion, tiger and snakes in geographic or discovery.

>>Any comedy scenes

>>Interesting shows like amazing videos

>>I do watch if there is some good song in any channel

>>I generally like to watch movies. (But now I prefer watching it in DVDs because of increasing number of advt. spending twice the time of the movie to watch it isnt a wise idea i think.

>>I watch cricket (and little bit of football because of my European friends)

>>See I told you I cant complete 8 points.


>>Venu Biriyani hotel Coimbatore

>>Saravana Bhavan (Chennai)

>> Ponnuswamy (chennai)

>>Velan (Tiruppur)

>>Turkish Pizza shop located outside my then Edinburgh house (The cheese and chips hmmmm mouth watering)

>>Infront of TV

>>With friends

>>In dining hall

>>You actually need to appreciate my creativity in filling up the last three :-)


Oops. I forgot most of my yesterday. is that a disease? I will try my best neverhteless.

>>Attended my friend's wedding in Rajapalayam. (last) Happiest day in his life :-)

>>Crossed atleast 15 cities and town to reach my place. (I gotta write like this. or else I cant fill 8 points)

>>Had a nice discussion about life with one of my close relative cum friend whom I met after a long time.

>>For one full day I didnt get any phone calls from my office or suppliers. (Thanks to Ganesh Chaturti)

>>Met my college friends after a long time to find out all in round shape.

>>Was worrying for the fact that I am not finding time to write my next post.

>>Got nice feeling when I fell to the bed as I was extreamly tired driving 500 Kms in one and a half days.

>>I coudnt enjoy onion dosa as my stomach was already full with heavy lunch.


>>My plan of life that you will come to know in my next post.

>>to get wiser

>>to get more and more orders from my clients.

>>to write atleast one good post which fulfills all my expectations.

>>To meet a completely enlightened person.

>>To complete my next post atleast tomorrow.

>>To spend some quality time with my kid and wife

>>Read the second point as third to count 8 (please)


>>Beautiful girls drawing Kolam infront of house amidst the light spread whiteness of snow

>>My birth day

>>The extra 5 minutes sleep after pressing snooze inside the blanket

>>Sweat free full day.

>>Happy two wheeler journey because of lack of sun

>>The god songs from the nearby temple and the sakara pongal (It brings me the memory of my childhood days)

>>Long, extra hot warm water bath

I genuinely completed this one I guess.


I feel '8 things I am looking farward to' and this one is quite similar. So please accept my ditto.


>>Blog (At the moment)

>>My thirst for knowlege

>>My philosophical books and CDs

>>My business

>>My family

>>My friends

>>Speaking with intellectual people on topics like politics and philosphy.

>>I should have written 'Philosophical CD's as another point to reach 8.




>>Damn it

>>Enna koduma sir ithu (tamil)






>>No one can lead respectful life without performing his own duties .

>>There is no perfect person in this world

>>My mind will never get satisfied by getting what ever I want

>>There is nothing called ideal match

>>the objective of life is 'learning'

>>Mind plays major role in happiness and sadness

>>Life is mystery

>>Dont expect anything from anyone and you will be happy


>>South Africa




>>Antartica (Yeah I m sure)

>>Any where. A long trip in a luxury cruise

>>Heaven (yes again)

>>Hell (Why not. I wanna see it, if it is there)


>>Money (you can find why I said this in my next post)

>>A cigerette (But unfortunately I quit smoking)


>>Pollution free atmosphere

>>A nice long holiday


>>A nice beautiful secretary (I know my wife would object)

>>I am happy that my needs are limited. I only asked for seven

Finally I finished this. Normally I don't tag anyone in particular, but now I would like to tag few of our new visitors to this blog. Arindam Dey, Shilpa, Sumit, Pooja, Rane, Mr. R, suga, Nandhini, Vipul, (Hope he would be very excited doing this tag. I saw his comment in Shankar's :-)

What is love?

I was very bubbly and cracking jokes with my buddies on my trip to Munnar, until I heard this particular song ‘en veetu thotathil’ from film ‘Gentleman’. It took away all my enthusiasm but filled with a mysterious feeling which ignited butterflies in my stomach. It took me to a new world of imagination that filled with heart wrecking joy. I know why. It reminded me of my school days. I remembered the precious couple of hours when I got time to speak to her which contained no worthy topics. I remembered the nights that filled with the memories of the talking sessions. I could remember my successful chase of my moped with her car for a desperate attempt to get a glimpse and acknowledging smile. I know this is kind of weird behaviors that I followed then, but those behaviors gave immense pleasures those days that even abundance of money could not give today. The environment was so strong that even a song from that era has the power to give similar feelings. Will you call this feeling love?

Before a couple of days to my trip to Kodai, I was spending a full two days with my kid Nakshathira. She was completely with me that even to go to toilet I need to use my imagination to find excuses. She was sitting there in my office opposite to me for the whole day playing with my rubber bands and clips. I played with her ‘ringa ringa roses’, I participated in a running race where I ran slowly to let her win. (Occasionally I also won as I want her to understand reality). I kept her on my shoulder to let her have a nice glimpse of the procession going on the street. When I was in Kodai, my wife called and said she couldn’t handle her. She was true. I could hear her loud cry in the background. She snatched the phone from her mom and said amidst the cry that she needs me there now. And not a minute late. Is the feeling that I got after the phone call is love?

I remember the way my mother took care of me when I was sick for a while inspite of her rheumatoid arthritis painful fingers. The pride she shows in her eyes even for the smallest achievements her son gets. And all the sacrifice that she made so far for the betterment of her son. I don’t have to spend more words to explain a mothers affection as it is well understood. Is this love?

In a programme, under a hypothetical situation, I was supposed to write a letter to my beloved one from my death bed. For some reasons I chose to write to my father. And I cried while writing that letter. Yes, I cried after a long long time. I din’t know why. Is this feeling Love?

One of my good friends said he saw his old close associate in Madurai a while ago. He was married to a widow whom he loved and because of that he was chased away from home. He was leading a wonderful and luxury life before marriage and now he was suffering even for survival. My friend said, ‘Why didn’t he ask me for help'. He was even ready to offer some big money to get him a nice future. I became little sentimental after hearing this. Is this feeling love?

Few years back, myself and my friend developed an altercation with a bus driver for driving recklessly on the road. Unfortunately they developed a gang of twenty against us two. The situation became so intense that the argument will turn into a fight. From nowhere a gentle man of 45 years came from the crowd and said “don’t go beyond argument. What wrong that those guys said” and got us away from the site. I haven’t seen him before. I didn’t know why he supported us and rescued out of that mess. Is this called love?

I remembered all those nasty things I told to my wife. I don’t think anyone would take those ego shattering words so easily. If it was a friend I am sure he would have bid goodbye early. But she is with me all the time. Is this called love?

How can we call the affection that we show to our beloved ones as love? Isn’t that feeling comes because of the possessiveness and selfishness that they are ours? In other words, don’t we show that affection because we treat them as MY relatives? Isn’t that MY factor comes before love? So how can we call that as love? Love should accompany with no expectations and so the love shown by the stranger is the true one.

Once I finished writing this, the rebel inside me said, “Shut up. For once keep away from your maniac analysis. Whoever did whatever to keep anyone happy is love. Love is beyond analysis. Whoever spends time analyzing will never find time to love. Stop analyzing and start loving”

I believe for once the rebel inside me is right.


With all your encouragements and support, finally my illution that my writing has improved, may turn true. Yes. the previous post 'DOGS TOO DISCRIMINATE' got selected for BlogAdda's 'Spicy saturday pick' again on Aug 15. Thanks pals.

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Dogs too discriminate

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Yesterday morning I was waiting outside my house for my relative to pick me up for a family function. While I was walking to and fro the porch impatiently for my 45 minutes late relative, I was surprised by a person who started his job as early as 6:30 in the morning. He was carrying a long jute bag on his right shoulder to collect waste papers, empty bottles and used plastic etc., wearing a green and white combo dirty Lungi (dhothy) which was folded and tied to ease his pace of walking. On top, he was wearing a shirt which was very dirty that I couldn’t identify the original colour and it was torn on various places. He was walking in bare foot. I also saw a dog that is living in our street for a while now without a particular master, chasing him, maintaining a decent distance. When the distance got reduced, the man stopped walking, bent down and feigned picking up a stone. Now the dog went two steps back and stopped there but still was barking. He continued his work and left the scene. Next came a well dressed person whom I think is trying to catch a bus for his work. He was walking very fast wearing a blue striped well ironed shirt tucked in a khaki pant with shining black shoe. This dog, which was resting a bit after a tiring short session with our previous visitor, lifted his head and looked at the man and he went to his original position letting him go without any hassle. I was wondering do dogs discriminate?

When I saw this incident I was thinking on the status of all discriminations that we have. By discrimination I mean the partial behavior that we show to a category of people for some specific reasons. Though we can see more traces still left, I think we took enough measures and overcome fair amount off discriminations in the area of, cast, religion, gender etc. But I feel there are more hidden discriminations that we practice in our day today life which I thought of sharing with you.

Have you ever seen the fairness cream advertisements? They say white is beautiful and black is unwanted. Don’t you think that is result of the colour discrimination that we carried from all these decades?

If someone seems to getting closer with our beloved ones, we instantly start developing loathe towards them. Isn’t this discrimination based on prejudice?

Have you ever noticed the difference in the way people deal with their subordinates and superiors. Can we call this as discrimination based on status? I don’t mean the defenses that people use to avoid others taking advantage of their position. I mean hearty partiality that they show.

Will you allow me to boldly call patriotism a discrimination against origin of people? We can agree patriotism as long as it unites people and boosts them to work as a team. But when it is used to develop hatred towards other country men I can’t agree this. I would prefer humanity over patriotism. Can we call this as discrimination based on origin?

We can see this sort of behavior even among friends and relatives. The society discriminates criminals and transgender. We call our long forefathers, barbarians and not cultured or civilized because they indulged in slavery, legal racism, cruel punishments and war etc. If you see the above details I think we are far from calling ourselves civilized and cultured, unless we leave away all the discriminations that we have in our bottom of the heart.

I think discrimination exists because of the fear that we would lose something that we don’t deserve. I am no saint to say all the ways of overcoming such fear. I am no liar to say I overcame this by forgiving all those who have done nasty things to me. I do have my own hatreds and anger. I discriminate people based on honesty and religion. Yes, I hate dishonest people. I hate money fetish people as I mentioned in my previous post. I hate separatists based on religion or cast or race.

I am not here to decide what is right discrimination or wrong discrimination. Whether it is right or wrong, these discriminations only gave me pain. By hating people I only gained peace less mindset. Either I should destroy my enemies or I should accept them. Destroying is completely out of question as if I start doing that then I have to do this for my whole life. I am only left with the second option, accepting them. But alas, I don’t know how to love them with all their flaws. That’s my next assignment and hope I would learn fast.

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Money fetish - A character to watch

Pre Note:
Since this may be a serious post I would like to add a 55-fiction story at the end of this post to make you all happy :-).

I would like to introduce you to a new character whom I recently named as Money fetish. Probably many of you should have encountered such characters in your life but for those who haven’t, I have given a few tips on how to identify them. Please bear with me for a little bit of sarcasm which I couldn’t help holding back because of all the atrocities that I have watched in all my life.

They see everyone and everything as money. If you go in front of them, they convert your self in to the amount of money that you can bring to them.

If you don’t follow them in their evaluation technique, they will call you as mad, impractical and inefficient.

If they catch you speaking on ethics and social service, they see you as an aborigine came travelled in time machine and tell you that you don’t fit this current world.

They have extreme pride about the money they posses and use it in whatever the way possible to get their work done. They don’t mind saluting the same person they stamped the day before and they will do this without even a small guilt.

Even if they find money in drainage they won’t hesitate taking this and they would be extremely proud defending this act.

Being like this will only fetch them non reliable people around, but without knowing this, they will call whole world isn’t reliable.

They call all those who have less money than them as inept, forgetting the fact that there are more people who are richer than them to call them inept.

Since because they earned some money, they think they are efficient enough to speak on any topic on earth starting from communism to strategies followed in cricket.

If you find majority of the above traits in a single person, then you can call him/ her as money fetish. They are mainly found in business. But in the last decades they entered politics too. When social workers and leaders were there in politics, India flourished but when the moment these money fetishes entered politics,…. What to say. You all know the current state.

I believe hospitals are divine profession and only people with high dignity and service mind should do this. But these fetishes entered this area in the recent decades along with politics.

They don’t care about the first aid required for a dying patient. They will be busy judging the emotional attachment of their blood relations and their wealth to calculate how much money they can loot from them.

Let us assume a situation that they are right, in being self centered. They accumulate best wealth, a beautiful bungalow, the most luxury car and cash every where. But what will they do if rest of this country is poor. What will they do if it stinks when they come out of their bungalow. Where will they drive their luxury car when the roads are poor. Whom will they converse when the rest of the country men pursue below standard life.

Only people who are totally obsessed with money can be like this. Only those who faced the strong humiliation from their own kind in young age will behave like this. So, when you encounter someone like this, don’t ever treat them as a successful person. Don’t show fake respect in front of them. Don’t appreciate them in front of anybody and don’t recognize them as a dignified person in the society. Those adulation are the food for their fetishism and it will eat that, grow fast and spoil this society in great pace. At least let us kill it by starvation. Just treat them as a normal human being with a little sympathy. After all they are mental patients. That is the reason why I call them as money fetish. Isn’t fetishism a mental problem to address?

As per my promise early, I am giving this 55-fiction here. When I was reading Vipul’s post today, I thought my intended comment has the stuff of a 55-fiction, within. And that was the inspiration to create this though I don’t know if that satisfied my thought.
"This is Saturday, 9 in the morning. Will be a busy day for me. Should start work immediately. I looked at my blog roll. Sipul has updated his blog. Oh God. His posts will be long. Will make me think and take more time. I saw his post now. Thank God it is a 55-fiction."
Post Note:
  1. 55 fiction is a very short story which does not have more than 55 words. In the morning I read about all the rules of it with the help of Mr. R's comment on Vipul's post. I don’t know if I satisfied all the rules. I really don’t mind it as long as you enjoy it.
  2. I am glad and thankful for the fact that the previous post “Why Marriage” has been selected as one of the “spicy Saturday picks” by Blog Adda on 8th Aug 2009. This wouldn't have been possible without your support. Thanks a lot pals.
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Why Marriage?

This post has been selected as 'spicy saturday pick' by Blogadda on 8th Aug 09. click on the image to view the results page.

The society considers me evil whenever I ask reasons for whatever I have been asked to do. My mum calls me atheist when I ask why I should pray god when I understood asking favors from God is business. Similarly my religionist friends or money fanatic gentlemen calls me arrogant and impractical for my views on religion and money respectively. (I intend to write a separate post on money fanatics soon). But somehow I can’t stop questioning every aspect as I feel empty and awkward doing anything without knowing the reason.

Once upon a time in UK, when I was tiredly coming back from my most loathed night shift part time job, I got a phone call from my mom to inform me that she had mailed a photo of a girl whom she intended to get married to me. And she insisted that she will not go ahead with marriage until I say OK. What do you think I could comment on this unknown girl? I saw the picture and she was indeed beautiful. I asked my mom to get her phone number. I know it would be stupid for a near stranger to ask a girl if she likes me. So I asked her if she was interested in this marriage whole heartedly. I thought I made a gentle move and was proud of myself for framing a question like that. But it was a different story altogether when I came to know later that this poor girl didn’t even remember what I asked her for the first time.

Couple of days later, I was roaming on the greenly university lawn. I didn’t yet confirm my consent to my mother. Normally in winter season, the lawn would be totally empty and free from those half naked chicks sunbathing. I mean then it was perfectly ideal place for ideating and rightly I was thinking why I should get married. What should be the reasons behind it?

My young mind said ‘it is a license by the society to have sex’.

My materialistic mind said that ‘I need a near age companion to get over the toughest parts of life like sickness and lean patches’.

My philosophical mind said that ‘This would help me learn more about a fellow passenger of life and by this you can understand life better’.

My spiritualistic mind said that ‘understanding and unifying with one should be the starting point to realize the oneness theory’.

My diplomatic and desired mind said that ‘the reason would be a mixture of all these and urged me to confirm my consent at once’.

And ultimately that was what I did.

A few years of marriage indeed helped me learn a fair bit of all the above. I understood every person in this world is brought up in various environments and so the views can never be unanimous. Unless we learn to love a person with all the differences, we cannot lead a peaceful life. This indeed suits the society (I mean the people around you) as well. The key is not about bearing the pain or escaping from bad moments, its about accepting the flaws. Being so diplomatic you cannot assume that I am a wonderful husband as I am yet to master this art.

What do you guys think could be the reasons for marriage. I intend to prompt couple of my UK friends to comment as they may have a different opinion.

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I was tagged by my first blog friend Shankar.

Tag Rules: It’s harder than it looks!(Mind It). Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag your friends. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real… nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can’t use your name for the boy/girl name question. Have Fun!!

And those of you who have names starting with “S”… should not write the same answer which i wrote…

1. What is your name: Bharathi

2. A four Letter Word: boon

3. A boy’s Name: Buhdha (I read a lot and love him. If atall I can be like someone, i want to be like him)

4. A girl’s Name: Bhavani (I just got this name. may be brindha, bavatharini, babitha. Is that there are more girl names in B or my wife is right?)

5. An occupation: barber

6. A colour: Black (I like this colour)

7. Something you wear: bermudas (our hostel uniform)

8. A food: Biriyani (yeah I love it. to be precise 'mutton biriyani')

9. Something found in the bathroom: Brush

10. A place: Brussels ( I met one of my beautiful buyers here)

11. A reason for being late: blah blah (what else I could write. we all give wierd answer 'late ayiruchu' always.

12. Something you shout: bum (lazy)

13. A movie title: Brave heart

14. Something you drink: Boost (I cant write beer here. dont ask me why. I cant answer either)

15. A musical group: Beetles

16. An animal: Buffalo (guys I once rided on its back for fun :-))

17. A Street name: brad street (Dont ask me where it is. I donno. I think I heard this st somewhere)

18. A type of car: Bolero (argh I cant remember the maruthi name)

19. A song title: Bad, Baba

20. A verb: Bring

I am tagging @ Shankar: You tagged everyone I know. so ditto.

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Shilpa tagged me again and please find answer below.

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.

'Casual garments company, shed 42 teckic sidco' Dont get confused. The only book now on my table is a visiting card folder and that is what I found on the said page :-)

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can & catch air?

I got a handfull of tiruppur cotton micro dust.

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?

Cant remember. don't watch TV that frequent. should be some news or comedy.

4. Without looking, guess what time it is?

8:30 pm

5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?

8:37 pm

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?

Fan's rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?

I went out to watch cinema "Nadodigal" quite nice though I found some flaws being a critic or cynic.

8. Before you started this Q&As, what did you look at?

My blog

9. What are you wearing?

Shirt, jeans

10. When did you last laugh?

In the movie for a comedy scene

11. What is on the walls of the room you are in?

My dreams :-). Its everywhere for a matter of fact.

12. Seen anything weird lately?

My memory is too short. cant remember any. may be this is quite wierd isnt it for a young man. (Guyz pls agree. 31 isnt old)

13. What do you think of this quiz?

Its fun

14. What is the last film you saw?


15. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?

I dont think money can buy what I want.

16. Tell me something about you that I dunno!

I believe in love at first sight. (though I am mature enough not to fall in love now)

17. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?

I want everyone to be happy always.

18. Do you like to Dance?

Yeah. if you have guts to watch :-)

19. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?

I dont have to imagine. my first kid is a girl and we call her Nakshathira.

20. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call her?

I would have called him Yogi.

21. Would you ever consider living abroad?

Not completely. may be couple of months here and there.

22. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?

And now I can handover my duties sir.

As usual i dont tag any one in particular. i tag everyone who likes this tag.


Nandhini tagged me now. Any one needs help translating may ask :-) click on the image to read.

Hey I have been tagged by Suga (the five things tag) and Shilpa and Shruti (Life in numbers tag)


I Rule, You Rule, We Rule
The idea is, to list five items in each category and not necessarily in order of liking. You can always add or subtract categories according to your will. Then tag five lovely people to be the next ones to take this quiz.

Favorite Words:

Enigma - Everything I see in life is a mystery including me. The moment when I feel I uncovered it, another mystery rolls out. Sometimes interesting but sometimes annoying.

Rebel - I don't mind rebel against anything and anybody if the cause is right. (do you think this is an over statement? may be. But you can treat this as my wish)

Naked - I mean truth. truth should come naked. it should not have any pretences and biases even if it concerns your loved ones.

Fear - yeah I am fearful. Not about cockroaches or rowdies or anything like that but about life. I am not ashamed of saying this because it is truth. But I am trying to come of out of it. I will let you know if I come out of it along with the method I used.

Run - Oh boy. don't stop. Runnnnnnnnnnn. You have lot to do.

Favorite characters (Fiction) :

* DiCaprio in Blood diamond. I like his innocence.

* Brad pit in Troy. I liked the way he rebel against his king.

* Brad pit in Fight club. Excellent. what a flamboyant man he was.

* Clint Eastwood in Good bad and ugly. The careless face he carry through out the movie will be adoring.

* Russel in Gladiator. I portrayed well on how a captive high class man will behave.

Words They Must Ban :

All the words spoken in rude tone should be banned.

Favorite One Liners :

* An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.

* A calm sea does not make a skilled sailor.

* A computer beat me at chess once. But, it was no match for me at kick boxing.

* A friend is someone who has the same enemies you have.

* After hearing two eyewitness accounts of the same accident, you begin to wonder about history.

And five creative chosen ones are :)

I generally don't tag anyone in particular. If you like this then treat yourself as tagged.


Shilpa and Shruti tagged me for this one and here is the answer.

1 - The number of wives I have :-( (I don't worry about the symbol. my wife doesn't read this)

2 - My birth date.

3 - Three places i lived. (Tiruppur, Chennai, Edinburgh)

4 - The number of hours(Appx) I spend on blog every day. (oh god I want to restrict it to an hour every night)

5 - Time that I (wish to) get up in the morning.

6- Six countries I visited other than India. (UK, Germany, Denmark, Spain, Italy, Belgium)

7- Isn't this an ideal number for No of wives. One a day of the week? (I told you already my wife doesn't read this)

8- I got a license with out doing this.

9- The number of clients that we are contacting now.

10 - I have spent more time scratching my head. So dont you think I deserve a concession of not answering this point.

As usual I tag every one who like this.

The Cream and Scum Of Blogging

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 1, the first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

I am not a natural writer who can write amazing posts in no time on whatever topic given; instead it takes 4 days to a week for me to find some time and a topic to write. (In spite of doing this, I can’t avoid some useless posts.)

I voted for ‘my blogging experiences’ as I already had a post written ready for that but unfortunately I lost the contest in a narrow margin I guess. I tried writing in this new topic ‘cream and scum of blogging’ but how much ever hard I thought, I could only end up with a write-up with all points lined up and numbered resembling a eleventh grade economics assignment “pros and cons of democracy or something”.

I remember a story where a school teacher would announce her little students that there would be a test next day to write an essay either on 'coconut tree' or 'cow' but they should prepare for both the topics. Our hero, a little boy would only read on coconut tree and spend rest of his time playing. But alas the topic in the test would be cow. He thought for a while and wrote “There lived a cow. It was white and tied to a coconut tree. The coconut tree will be tall and will have long leaves” and started writing all that he read about coconut tree. That is what I decided to do now :-)

When I decided to record the valid discussion that I had with intellectual people around me, I asked my IT pro friend on how to do that. He suggested blogging. When I entered blogging, I din’t know anything. I slowly started exploring. I was shouting (inside my mind offcourse) "Hey this thing not only has facility to record our thoughts but also allows the viewers to comment and share their line of ideas". Only in the last three days I understood the power of comments as I was bombarded with comments on my recent post (not for praising me but a healthy debate).

Then I started exploring the blogosphere where I met my first friend (versatile and good narrator) Shankar, (Sharp thinker, good narrator and creative) Vipul, (Bold and precise) Nicky, (writing guru) brownie, (perfectly unbiased) Nita, (Spiritual mind disturber) Anukriti along with my new friends (flamboyant) survivor, (passionate and energetic) Shilpa, (honest and casual) Nandhini, Suga and Raje. The points I mentioned inside the bracket are the ones that I learned from them.

Learning from them, the quality of my writing started picking up (I guess so. Don’t disappoint me guys by saying not :-)). I started my blog with politics then went to society and now I am in philosophy. I am eager to know on what new label with which I would bore you people next.

When I think back comparing my pre and post bloging era, I would admit this blog has given me some peace by identifying and showing some rare forward thinking and enlightened gentries as I was totally pissed off by surrounded materialistic, selfish money fetish people who think every one other than who doesnt resemble them are lunatics.

In spite of all the changes that I made by learning from my peers the only rule I kept unchanged is to write without any perception, pretence and bias. Blogging this way helps me keeping myself balanced, unbiased and open minded.

By writing some unbiased views, I have an exaggerated feeling that I am doing my little bit to this society as every human being is entitled to do. This gives immense pleasure and satisfaction.

But the problem is that the time I spend on business is reduced which is a worrying factor. I cant eat blog you know. I need to work.

And secondly I think the blogging installed some weird behavior in me. If I publish a post, with in next couple of minutes I reload the page to see if there is any comment. (If at all the reload button on my blog have a life time, it would have been dead by now). Whenever I speak with a first time foreign return, he used to link every point in our discussion to his experience in foreign soil. (When I was in UK, I used to pay 20 Pounds to get a haircut etc) Similarly, whenever I converse with someone, I started linking my blog. (Exactly pal, I indeed mentioned this in my blog while writing…. Blah blah)
Hope you would take the last couple of paragraphs as scum and rest of them as cream. I guess I did pretty good work to alter my already done ‘Blogging experience’ post to fit in here.

The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton are Arjuna, Saimanohar, Dhiman, Vipul Grover, Avdi, Daisy Blue, Sid 'Ravan' Kabe, Shankar, Shilpa Garg, Ranee, Ranee again and Pawan.Click on their respective names to read their posts on The Cream and Scum of Blogging.To be part of the next edition of this online marathon, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Sticking to basics

One of our family friends is diagnosed to have a rare disease called amyloidosis. (Don’t worry; this isn’t a post on medicineJ) As there is no medicine available for that in allopathy, he was suggested to meet a nice ayurvedic doctor in Chennai, to be precise Thiruvanmiur. He wanted me to accompany him as he believed I would effectively converse with the doctor. I accepted the offer though it is a pure illusion.

The flight journey was quite tiresome for him because of the disease. We indeed asked wheel chair assistance in both the airports. Immediately after landing in Chennai airport, I was looking for a taxi to take him to the clinic. On the way out of airport, on the corridor I saw a counter which has a taxi picture on the display. That was the picture of an old ambassador car painted in black and yellow with the meter in front, on the bonnet. The last time I saw that was in Rajni Kanth movie Padikkathavan. (Ohh that was a fiat though) I was under an impression that these taxis would only be available in pictures until the driver opened the booty of one such taxi and holding it painfully (it didn’t have a lock) until I pushed my luggage in. Till the destination, I was enjoying all the noise from the car sans engine.

The doctor was running his clinic in an apartment in the ground floor of a three storey building. The session with the doctor was not promising but encouraging. Coming out of the clinic I needed to get the call taxi again. With the help of my Chennai friend I phoned the taxi who said it will take at least 10 minutes to reach there. I don’t know the translation of ‘at least 10 minutes’ but decided to wait promptly reminding him for every 5 minutes. While waiting outside the apartment, I saw a white Maruthi swift, painfully squeezing in-between diagonally placed two cars to get a parking spot desperately. After few times of reverse and front he managed to park it perfectly. I only saw him when he got out of the car. He was a tall lean guy wearing dull orange colour t-shirt and a faded jeans. A single looped shoulder bag was hanging on his right shoulder and his sunglass was rested in the neck of the t-shirt. He had long hairs with medium complexion. As soon as he took few steps out of the car, someone clapped from his behind and called “Hello, Hello” in a little rough tone. Our gentle man stopped immediately and looked at him. He was short, little fat and was frontal bald.

“is this your car” he asked with the same rough tone.

Our gentle man got offended by his tone and replied “why do you want to know that?”

“You can’t park your car here” still persisted with rough tone.

“why shouldn’t I? is this your place?”

“If you park your car here then I can’t take my car” now surprisingly the rough tone was missing.

“Now, you are right. The tone in which you spoke early wasn’t friendly. Yeah now I will take my car. No problem. You need to watch your tone while conversing. You can’t intimidate anyone with your tone. No one likes that” said our gentle man. From the way he spoke, I guessed he should be living in any one of the western countries for quite a while.

Our little man didn’t speak anything after that.

He immediately took his car and went away to park it elsewhere.

Watching this, my family friend said, “He is speaking so diplomatic and also he is wise enough to watch and react to the tonal variations but why didn’t he know one should not park in front of the gate. (Yeah I forgot to say. He indeed parked his car in front of the gate). Isn’t that basic common sense?”

That is a valid question I guess. Before learning etiquettes and manners, I think we should learn the basics to support that.

While leaving, I heard the short man blasting the door man for letting someone park in front of the gate. Probably to satisfy his damaged ego.

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