tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23782186544879209402026-10-14T15:16:48.744+05:30A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.Kavitha (Machiah) Cariappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03342319326335697906noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378218654487920940.post-37798950118867879082013-05-08T15:45:00.000+05:302013-05-08T15:45:19.096+05:30

I came across this thought recently and it got me thinking...hmmmmmm – interesting People harp on about equality. Wild statements are made – women and men are equal! A poor man is equal to a rich one...blah, blah, blah. But, think again...is this a universal law? Look at the universe around you...look at life around as you can see it. In the animal kingdom, it is survival of the

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Have people entirely lost basic etiquette? Has screaming / shouting / yelling become the norm? I look around me and that’s exactly what I find. It doesn’t take much to trigger a fight – people seem to be raring to go. What’s appalling is its blatant presence in offices too. Nobody stands up to bullies who yell and scream (and yes, professional bullies are usually seniors in the organization

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The last year was a bumpy ride though until almost the end of the year I was blissfully unaware of how turbulent the ride was indeed! Lost in my sea of ignorant bliss, I was rudely awakened from my comatose form during the Landmark Forum. I can’t really explain the Landmark Forum – but I will attempt to…very briefly. This three-day program gets into your psyche, shakes it up and

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It’s good to be home though sometimes I wish I could just travel the world for leisure anytime I please. Back from a 9 day vacation, which was wonderful by the way. We went to Bali, Indonesia and Kuala Lampur, Malaysia. 6 days in Bali was pure bliss. We nestled snug at Ayodya Resort in Nusa Dua, Bali. Thoroughly enjoyed walking around the charming village. The Bali Collection Centre was a hub

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I didn’t win My post for the Indiblogger contest did not find a spot among the winners :(  Give me two extra hours in a day and I’ll stretch it to eternity Am I disappointed? Of course I am. Very. I really thought I’d be somewhere on the winner’s list. I read a few other posts. They were good too. However, I thought my post was better than many. But, it’s my opinion. And obviously,

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There is so much jabber about going green. So much chatter about global warming. Nonstop babble about reducing carbon footprint. Phew! It’s exhausting to even listen to or read another article urging people to Go Green! I’d like to contribute. I really would. But sometimes, I indulge. I love showers, so once in a way or well, maybe more than occasionally, I shower or take a bath in a tub.

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Some people are never happy. I think they thrive on being unhappy. They lament, “Oh. My life is so terrible. You don’t know how it is!” If it isn’t this complaint, then its, “I don’t know why such things happen to me?” It’s really sad that most people aren’t willing to take ownership of their lives. I see many who constantly blame others for their predicaments. One of the most profound

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There are so many things I want to do...Gosh! The list seems endless. I recently put up a post for the competition Surf Excel Matic #GetSmart Contest  titled ‘Give me two extra hours in a day and I’ll stretch it to eternity’ where I stumbled on the idea of a Bucket List. One of the things on top of my list among the others is to finish writing a book. Publishing it isn't as important

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Until I went to the salon the other day, I never thought twice about ears. Our creator is truly amazing. Our ear is designed in such a way that water doesn't go in when we shower / bathe. Such a simple thing, really!

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If only I had two extra hours in a day...Sigh! I have a wish list like everyone else. With the extra time on my hands, the first thing I’d do is make a Bucket List and then get down to doing all those things. This is my first thought. For those ignorant with this term that became a mantra when the movie The Bucket List hit the cinema screens in 2007, a Bucket List is a wish list of

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I guess I’ll always try to blog.. I write all day long, professionally, for a company – whitepapers, articles, messages, newsletter... And I moonlight as a ghost writer. So, when do I make time to do some writing that’s just for me???Here I am – again – after 3 months. Am I one of those bloggers who doesn’t really blog? The good news is that working in this current role / company gives me a

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Almost two years ago I quit working at Technicolor, Bangalore to explore opportunities as a freelance writer. The years away from the maddening world of corporate politics were good. Initially, I revelled in freelance work, working hard to bag projects, even dreamed about starting my own venture. As the months passed by, I felt emptiness set in. Although I had a few good projects, income was not

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I grew up being called dark. Growing up in a country obsessed with skin colour, it took me years to realise that wheatish complexion is not really dark, and who cares about skin colour anyway. I have friends and family who recall horror days of being labelled ‘fat’. Even freakishly thin people are traumatised by their nicknames such as ‘beanstalk’, ‘scarecrow’ or ‘skinny’. So often, we are asked

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Do your gadgets reflect your personality in any way? This is the question thrown up in the contest by Dell—Change is easy—on IndiBlogger – so click here to know more about the contest. I own a Nokia smart phone—the 5320. I believe I bought it because it reflects who I am. It is odd to think that the gadgets you own are a reflection of who you are, yet it is easy to believe that your friends

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Should there be a universal law that claims ‘an eye for an eye’? For those etymologically handicapped, the phrase is derived from ‘ayin tachat ayin’, literally 'an eye in place of an eye'. It stems from the Code of Hammurabi, a King of Babylon, 1792-1750BC. It is listed in the King James version of the Bible, Matthew 5:38 (King James Version): Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an

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Don’t you want to rip all those ugly posters of politicians all around the city of Bangalore? It makes my blood boil to see those horrid faces plastered all over, ruining the vicinity. Bangalore is no longer the beautiful city it once was. It is true that most Bangaloreans take for granted the greenery around. In fact, we hardly even notice it owing to the rather pathetic state of our civic

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If you tell me not to do it, I will. This is defiance. Something that is inherent in us as human beings. It is like a dare, “Catch Me If You Can!” If someone wants to do something, he/she will. Prohibiting it is merely a stimulant. Why do men chase women? They love the chase. Prohibiting drugs works like a smoke screen. Drug use is mostly recreational before it becomes an addiction. There are

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It is really frustrating to have a child, any child, walk into your home, and go around touching things. Don’t get me wrong. I love children. It’s just that it really gets my goat when I see parents neglect to watch their children’s behavior. I can quote a number of examples of careless disregard. Shoes on the sofa. Sitting at the dining table along with adults and dipping dirty little

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Looks like I attempt to begin blogging again every 6 months. That’s ridiculous but true. My last post (minus the previous one) was in October 2010. I write for others yet deprive myself of penning my own thoughts. I read, I think, I analyse, but writing unfortunately has been relegated to the back seat. The corporate bandwagon beckons. Working as a freelancer has its challenges. Getting good

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Beauty has many metaphors, definitions and interpretations. While many consider the epitome of beauty as what lies within, others consider external appearance its embodiment. Men and women world over identify with beauty, whether it is in their skin, hair, heart, mind, body or soul. I personally consider real beauty the essence of the physical form integrated with the 

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As we evolve as humans, it is hard to figure out if evolution and progress are interconnected or unconnected. In the days of yore, people retained everything in memory. Today, we are dependent on technology to jog our memory. Phone numbers, birthdays, grocery lists, genealogy, and a host of other important events are relegated to the memory of gadgets like smart phones. In this context, is a

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A little introspection on why I find it so hard to say no revealed that I am a resolute vacillator. I hate controversy. I like peace. Well, at least most of the time. This stance sometimes causes internal battles, adding layers to frustration levels that have been mounting inside for years. I crib. I love cribbing. I just can’t bring myself to tell someone off for fear of hurting them. My husband

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A cop bumming a ride off a man on the motorcycle not wearing a helmet. Fire engines landing up to douse out a fire in building without ladders and without water. Cycles, motorbikes, cars, buses, autos, people, and cows/buffalos all trying to navigate the same road. Service counter personnel more interested in their cellphone conversation than attending to a customer. The so-called educated,

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Jostle. Push. Shove. ME FIRST. This is the new generation. Sadly, I must admit that nobody follows decorum like in the past. Gone are the days when there were gentlemen and ladies. Nobody offers way for an older person or even has the courtesy to smile and say ‘Thank you’. It’s sad but true; in this fast-paced global world, etiquette and manners have long since taken a backseat, content to ride

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It’s so easy to veer off-track. Sometimes, the thrill is worth the detour, an unexpected twist in the journey of life. At other times, it’s carelessness, a weakness that erodes the core being. Lately, I find myself getting obese. Well, not exactly obese but not as concerned about weight as I should be. I eat more and exercise less. To be honest, exercise has been on the back burner for so long

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