ThinK !!

Secret Santa Gift to Mahesh

2011-12-25T04:50:00.002-05:00

To the luv of my life... a cute sketch done, keeping you in mind. Hope you like it!

A butterfly

2011-12-22T04:45:00.000-05:00

Abutterfly; devoid of colors, Yes.... but it still depicts happiness and freedom and serenity to one mind. Here's a new sketch.. :) Messed up a lil.. i know wher :P

Cheers to my India trip!

Ramayan vs Mahabharath

2011-12-12T18:39:00.000-05:00

Devdutt is like amazing i must say. I don't know how he manages to convert stories from the past into management and business startegies for todays world. I personally feel it applies well.

Heres a video, explaining the difference between Ramayan and Mahabharath through a .... Matrix. Enjoy it!!

P.S: Tomorrow is my last exam for masters :)

Wedding Wishes (',')

2011-12-08T00:53:00.000-05:00

To the lovely couple Sandhya n Vaibhav
May God shower his blessings n Love!

Celebrations and Wishes abound ...
With family and friends all around!

In x yrs, your's soulmates you found
With love care and trust may all the 100-x yrs u be bound!

With marriage may ur lives fill with a new feeling,
Where sharing a caring takes a whole new meaning!

Awww....Looovely couple.. loved ur story. Awesome video :) Super cool sitee..!! Best wishes for this new journey of life!!- Shruthi n Mahesh

P.S: This was like some instant poetry... which is funny... n has math in it... n makes sense too!!
Cheers to me!! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Kolaveri rage... - A new brand in making..?

2011-11-30T23:48:00.003-05:00

This post is all about an ordinary south Indian mass song which created sensation world wide with 13,839,508 hits on YouTube currently. Japanese are dancing to it, Americans are playing it back-to-back on Thanksgiving, management lessons being derived from it.... what not...!! Worth mentioning in my blog i felt!! After all i am the 534th user to watch it :) and see it soar to millions! Well here it is.. all about Kolaveri!!

Original version by Dhanush (with awesome expressions i must say....)

A brutal murder attempt to this song (Female version):

A cute chipmunks version :

10 Simple Lessons from Kolaveri :) - A presentation

8 Lessons for Marketing Professionals from Kolaveri.

Marketing Lessons from Kolaveri

Viral Marketing Lessons from Kolaveri - A presentation

Aishwariya & Danush interview :

Japanese Dance to Kolaveri Tunes:

Theism

2011-11-26T04:57:00.004-05:00

Depicting devotion on paper isn't easy. Just tried. Basic idea was taken from a flyer i came across a month ago (approx) in my University. In my last sketch, many liked the portion of the sketch at the left-bottom end. So i tried a full sketch with that kind. I liked it!! I feel the real sketch looks better than these two pics. The pics have a lil' zoomed in effect. :( Anyways here it is.....

Nobody by birth is theist or an atheist. Nor can you force anyone to be either one. As life trods along, as new situations are faced... we need someone to surrender to. What/Whom you surrender to decides your belief in God; In other words decides your religion.

Its left to you to view this picture clockwise or anti-clockwise. In any case please feel free to share your views on this. Here's the original :

God Bless!!

Bucket List!

2011-11-04T01:17:00.013-04:00

Yabbba dabbbbaaaa dooooooo.... my 100th post. Was wondering what to fill in...!! Thanks to the Halloween party i attended today... this thing got stuck in my mind!

Here i sing along....

A cool halloween party with a sudden twist,

Everyone started pondering about their bucket list!

A humongous list of to-do's, wants and tries

to be accomplished before one actually dies!!

Scuba-dive & sky-dive to face off all your fears

Travel Rome, Egypt and the entire world for all the coming years!

Set up a place for the deprived who need care

& Feed the millions of hungry stomachs everywhere!!

Fly a plane or air balloon and soar into skies

Some want it alone, while some prefer with wives :)

To turn into an ascetic, renouncing all worldly pleasure

To learn the secret of life... One's real treasure!!

Each of us have been endowed by Almighty with gifts to give,

Make one wish true for a stranger and help him live!

I know dreams fade away, thoughts run astray

But may this little poem remind me of all i need to accomplish before He takes me away!!

!!Cheers to Life!!

P.S: I also want to run down an escalator which is going up. Tried it once before.... but a security guard scolded me...!! Ok back to studies!! :'(

Oneness

2011-10-31T23:20:00.000-04:00

Work was all hectic the last week, and finally completed my project today. Working on Prof Mazrui's personal website :) As a token of appreciation, he said take rest for an hour girl, You have worked hard!! Aaaaaand this is what i did that hour. Actually in 40 mins i did this. What the picture symbolizes is very touching, but as an artist(timepass) i didn't like this sketch. Feel free to give me suggestions on improvising my art work.

Here it is..... tadaaa....

Rejoice with your family in the beautiful land of life!
~Albert Einstein

And the original as always :

Let me know how it is!!

P.S : 1. If you have a doubt as to why 3 hands and 4 people... I have no answer!! :)

First Kiss

2011-09-26T13:00:00.002-04:00

A new sketch.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it?
A rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving;
'Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

Thank you. Hope you liked it. :)

Thatha pic

2011-09-12T17:48:00.000-04:00

To all the Cute Thatha's in the world!

A small truth about Ramayan

2011-08-23T21:12:00.001-04:00

I had heard this version of Ramayana but had shooed the thought away because the Ramayan soaps/serials that were aired didn't have this story. My grandmother too, for the fact didn't tell me this. I think someone is my school/ my mom told me this story.

One more thing, I like Lord Raam very much but have always wondered, why on earth did he suspect Sita and doubt her? Isn't this proving him to be like any other man? This story shows that too happened for a reason. Here it goes...

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Ravan's eyes fall on this beautiful lady Vedavathi, who is an incarnation of Goddess Lakshmi. He tries to molest her and own her. She struggles to escape from his clutches and is finally saved by Lord Agni. She curses Ravan, & vows that she will be the reason for his death. Agni helps and protects her in his home under the care of his wife Swaha.

When Ravan again desires another woman who is now Sita and kidnaps her, Sita tries to escape from his clutches and seeks help from all Gods. Again Agni comes to her rescue. He replaces Sita with Vedavathi. [Both being incarnations of Lakshmi, its said they have very similar appearance as well and hence Ravan lusts for Sita too.]

It was Vedavathi who went through all the torture Ravan bestowed her in Lanka while Sita was with Swaha devi. Finally after the war, after the death of the demon, Lord Raam knows that this cannot be his wife Sita and summons for Agnipariksha to test her purity. Here she will be set ablaze and if she returns alive, then she is a true Pativratha, else she's not. Sita agrees for this test where Lord Agni takes in Vedavathi and returns real Sita sound and safe.

Thus proving Sita's loyalty/purity/devotion to husband and also fulfilling Vedavathi's desire leading to "Loka Kalyanam".

A Black Woman

2011-08-17T14:33:00.000-04:00

I have just used a red pen & a pencil for this sketch.

However, the black & white version of this looks better i feel :)

Yay to me..!! Took almost a month (a line everyday :P) as i had no time :)

Carrot, eggs & Coffee

2011-08-11T12:33:00.003-04:00

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up, She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them In a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, ' Tell me what you see.'

'Carrots, eggs, and coffee,' she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots.. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, 'What does it mean, mother?'
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside
Became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

'Which are you?' she asked her daughter. 'When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

You might want to send this message to those people who mean something to you; to those who have touched your life in one way or another; to those who make you smile when you really need it; to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down; to those whose friendship you appreciate; to those who are so meaningful in your life.
May we all be COFFEE!!!!!!

Jaya & Vijaya

2011-07-09T20:51:00.001-04:00

What would you answer if someone asked you, if you'd like to be born as a good human being for 7 lives or a baddie for 3 lives. Depends on person to person right?? This question was asked by Lord Vishnu to his door-keepers (dwara-palakas). Lets get to know the true story behind this and the answer they gave.

Jaya and Vijaya were the dwara-palakas for Lord Vishnu.They are known to be guarding at the last door to Vishnu's abode. On a particular day, the Lord instructed them to not allow anyone inside. They were very sincere and obedient. Narada came along singing and requested to meet the Lord, but they objected from opening the door for him. In this fashion, they restricted everyone and anyone who came. A few of them returned angry while few didn't bother.

Meanwhile, the 4 brothers (sons of Brahma) called the Sanath Kumaras came to pay their respects and requested for entry. Sanath Kumaras were 4 young men but with a child-like appearance (They looked like 10 year olds). They were a symbol of knowledge and were known to be supreme beings. They urged them to open the door. The keepers denied and also teased them for their appearance. They couldn't withstand continuous denial and mockery and they cursed the door-keepers, to be born as humans for 3 births who were against Lord Vishnu himself and would resort to insulting and killing Lord's devotees.

Jaya and Vijay fell to their feet to take the curse back. Curses were very powerful and once cursed they could not be taken back but effects could be minimized. In the meanwhile Lord comes and the door keepers fall to his feet explaining what happened. They also add saying that, they can never imagine themselves against Vishnu and would never want to be born like that. Since Lord had ordered them to do this and he was partially responsible for this curse, he gives them an option of being born 7 times as devotees or 3 times as dians. The door keepers were in a fix now. They couldn't imagine even being 1 minute away from his holy abode and now 7 lives was too much to think about. More over if they are born as enemies then its the Lord who himself will kill and conquer over them. Keeping all these in mind they chose to be born as enemies for 3 lives.

They were none other than:

Hiranyaksha and Hiranyakashipu who were by Vishnu in the Varaha and Narasimha avatar respectively.
Ravana and Kumbhakarana who were killed by Lord Rama an incarnation of Vishnu.
Sishupala and Danthavakra who were killed by the Lord in Krishna avatar.

P.S: How Shishupala was killed is also nice story will post it sometime.

The Dreams

2011-07-03T11:57:00.001-04:00

The Dreams

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.

She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and share a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only few secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. "You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dean and don't even know it!"

"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change."

"Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing The Rose. She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Remember : GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

Proud Citizen

2011-06-24T01:43:00.000-04:00

Weighty Issue

2011-06-24T00:51:00.001-04:00

A Zentangle

2011-06-19T11:36:00.001-04:00

A Lesson to Teach

2011-06-14T02:00:00.006-04:00

Her name was Mrs. Thompson. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie.

Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs.Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs.Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.

Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume.

But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs.Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to," After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.

Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.

By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer -- the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs.Thompson did.

And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs.Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't really know how to teach until I met you."

Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook.

Please try to do it in a positive way :)

The Teacup

2011-06-11T12:04:00.003-04:00

There was a couple who used to go to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke.

"You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay." My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, "let me alone", but he only smiled, "Not yet."

"Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy!" I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet."

Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, "Not yet."

Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. "There, that's better," I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. "Stop it, stop it!" I cried. He only nodded, "Not yet."

Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head saying, "Not yet."

Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, "Look at yourself." And I did. I said, "That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful."

"I want you to remember," then, he said, "I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you'd have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled.

I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life.

And if I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you."

God knows what He's doing (for all of us).He is the Potter, and we are His clay.

He will mold us and make us, So that we may be made into a flawless piece of work To fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will.

B'day gal Varsha :D

2011-06-09T02:05:00.000-04:00

Hi! Varsee (MP)... Happy Birthday dear... I always cherish the time which we have spent together. I can never forget those crazy scooty rides, Sangam circle chaats, 2006 New Year celebration and your attempt to make me dance but the most memorable for me is the trip which we took, when we were in first PU cos that’s when we got to know each other well. While we were coming back from the trip all the way back to Bangalore we listened to music and spoke about our favorite songs. Music made us to bond with each other and I hope we always keep this bond special. Thank you for being my friend and giving me such beautiful glorious memories to remember. Wish you a very Happy Birthday. May God bless you with loads of love, luck and prosperity…Love ya lots, Muaah, Take care. Party hard and enjoy your Birthday..

Hi varsee,,, Wish you a very happy birthday :) :)
Really miss you a lot tik and also your home.. hee hee.. most of the times when we had half days or on days like holi, or to watch movies, combine studies, and not to forget our dance practices(especially maangalyam tantu naanena... ;), for which we won 1st place also.. some college,, (I don’t remember :( )and also mind blowing maahiya and some other dance which I could not do because of some leg injury :( .. For all these...the only place that wud come to our mind is "varsha's house"... so much fun those days were... Though I wasn’t so close to you initially, it was all during our last 2 yrs of engineering that we got close :)

Everyday with you during our college was so much fun!! I always used to wonder how on earth this girl has got so much energy that she keeps talking all the time... always full on and in full josh!!

Well, I really am not able to recall any particular incidents now... but when i think of you, the things that come to mind are :- A great dancer, superb singer , trass coffee, ur mom made curd rice,, and few names of the tamil specialties which you used to get for lunch... and also maddy,, our senior. Remember we both took a pic with him ;) :)

Crazy times...

And also the last time when I met you recently was so much fun!!! You haven’t changed at all the same old sweet cute girl... be the same tik... u rock :)
Love you loads:* and miss you too :(

Happy birthday once again and have a blast!!

Hey Varsha,
Have a super duper birthday :-) I miss spending time with you, I still laugh and relive the moments when I look at all the photos and reminisce all the crazy things we have done.
It’s always said that in any relationship you have to put in efforts to maintain it but with you it’s been effortless, I could be myself and knew for the fact that I would still be respected for that and that something lovely about you that you keep the other person in the comfort zone.
We might have grown apart now but I know that we will always remember each other as the other twin or kongi sisters (as people call us)There are lots of incidents involving both of us and things

about you that I would like to write but let me keep it a little short rest of it is better off in memories ( getting a little emotional when I am writing this )

It all started off in 5th semester on a Friday when we had our first stay over which was at your place the day before mind blowing mahiya auditions, we laughed our hearts out mocking at your neighbors, playing the "what you think about the other classmates " game ( if you have forgotten I will remind you sometime on chat or when we speak :-) ). I don’t remember how mind blowing mahiya dance came along but I definitely remember the fun part of it with you: P

Through you I met a lot of people who actually went on to become very important in my life at some point or the other (thanks for that) and also before I forget while writing the other stuff, I must say you were/are a very smart student because you could not only understand the subject but crack some joke about it with the lecturer: o ( one of it being the OS joke about deadlock and some trains ) while I was blinking sitting next to you, but I dint have to worry about that because anyway you would yell at me and make study all those questions given by Apsara ma'am the day before internals and we would ultimately rock :D and remember the MC internals ? Where we decided to sign and come out, it was hilarious.

And one more very funny incident was in Rekha teacher's class and the topic was wireless communication I guess. That day somehow you decided not to sit next to me even though I did not have cold or any sort of viral fever and when she asked about examples for wireless you gave an example of Khabootar ( another brilliant creative side of yours :P ) and somehow I wanted to disprove you , so I drew a picture of you with your hairstyle ( remember the b**** cut which we got ? ) and a bird with a rope tied around its neck and the dor was in your hand which proved wired communication and by the time the paper could reach your hand Rekha teacher took it off from us and you know the rest :-)

You have been my partner in crime and we have done a lot of things together, whether it is getting people the famous " b**** cut" ( Nish's hair cut) or writing testimonials ( Shru's testimonial :-) ) , playing prank on people ("guess who" game ) , watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S bloopers ( and always fought over the topic who is gonna be Phoebe and who is gonna be Ursula ) , celebrating birthdays together, composing the naga dance or drinking the trass coffee ;)

Whoops!! Did not realize how time passed when I was writing about all this (same would happen when we got together... always!!). I have attached some photos of us and dedicated a song to you. Happy birthday once again and wishing you all the happiness in the world.

VARSHA !!! u are such a multitalented ,fun loving ,cutie, chirpy, cheerful, bubbly gal ,always full of lifeeee :) and u create such a wonderful atmosphere around that can never be forgotten. U have always been der wid me ,for me , been a guide to me ,and no wonder making everything seem so easy n nice:) . After megu, u have always guided me perfectly ...stood by me and been so supportive. There is no "one" instance which i can mention as very special or fun! It has always been so much fun being around with u:) All those vacations , movies, weddings, get togethers ...its all been so awesome .Our instant plans of doing something, watching random movies, playing some random sad ass(killer) games..dancing ...jus all kinda crazy fun we ve had! Wen eva amma wud tell us that u are coming home....we would just be so eagerly waiting for u di:) ..getting nostalgic:( .U are just a kickass gal, a super singer, a sweetie sister, a wonderful daughter, d most priceless friend one can have:) and now on the process of being a perfect wife:) ...we all are so blessed to have you with us...it’s a very special feeling and can’t be described in words..:) u are just d best di...:) hope u achieve all the success and prosperity. May u have a super exciting year ahead!!! May each day motivate u to do your best:) May u keep good health always. May u have dat flawless smile of yours every day.:) May u look stunning with every passing day....:)..phew my list can go on baby!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY VARSHA . wishing u loads of happiness and a rockin day !!!! enjoy every bit of your life!!!! miss u loads!!!! hakuna matata:) :)

Shru, such a nice thought!

Ok, so to think of I have so many memories of us and our childhood....let me think of 1 nice incident and write it down.......

The minute u say b'day...I only remember her 10th b'day. Madam wanted to celebrate birthday like other kids do, but no arrangements at home for it. No one at home in the evening, except me. (read as no cake). One by one all her secret invitees arrive for the "Birthday Party" and I had to put up instant sweets n snacks for all of them.

Then she come home n says, "You guys might scold me, so dint tell you all that I’d invited my friends".

I still remember her in that white lacy frock with a mustard jacket kind of thing and saying all this standing in a corner. But I had screamed at her royally (as usual) even though it was her b'day.

Ok so out of 4 years I am suppossed to pick ONE incident ante... ONE??? Anyway.. Here's one that I vividly remember...you'll know why :)

Rekha's class.. Nobody is listening to her.. she finally says "i'm giving blue books" .. she gives the stack to students to distribute.. finally all of us get our blue books.. and the first thing we realize is, you got 1 mark more than lens.. even though lens taught you before internals!!! You and your luck!! anywayyyyyy :) we're done seeing blue books and we start getting bored so you decide to put pieces of paper on lens hair..your usual timepass.. and I'm sitting next to you getting annoyed at you... finally you decide to open your dabba.. one side you open.. the other side shru also opens.. rekha is happily arguing with students telling them she wont give them 1 mark extra.. and students trying to justify themselves.. in all that tamasha, both you and shru are sitting on my either sides and happily munching away.. you say "hey shru give your dabba,.. i wanna eat your mom's akki rotti.." you pass that damn dabba across me to mean to give it to shru.. at that exact point, rekha gets super annoyed and looks at the three of us and says "no shame.. i'm standing here for all you ppl.. all teachers always asked me, why you support ISe batch.. but somehow i always supported you guys since 3 yrs.. i dont think i should anymore.. you ppl dont respect me only.. what nishchita eating in my class.. " and i go "ummm... no ma'am.. ummm" ... rekha goes "all 3 of you get out of my class.. dont take advantage of my leniance.. " .......and we happily go out :) :) :)

Ha ha ha ha!! Mind Blowing mahiya!!!!!! That second step we did in that song... how much you tried to teach me.. you broke that step down for me in sub steps..but i'm sure even if i still try it i wont get it!! yappa..!!

And i'll never forget our buzzintown days.. how much we used to wait for the lunch time.. yummy yummy lunch served hot.. and we used to wait so that we didnt have to go with that manager guy.. what was his name helu?? saraswati maam's manager i think... dont rem!! i think friday's in buzzintown was chole special alwa?? how many fryums you used to get and eat :) and that wait for that one cup of coffee at 4... :) and that thin guy who used to sit next to us attending phone calls remember...he used to wear major suit boot and all?? :) taking your sis's vehicle and going.. on the way dropping puppy to his school! cant forget cant forget!

Many many happy returns of the day.. have fun! wish we could all get together and cut a "pizza cake" for you again :) Once again, happy birthday!

It was that time when we had a good time in life which i would say college life and because of you there are so many memorable moments that has been created to cherish in our later part of the life .I love the way you make things excited !!!! Thank you for such wonderful and beautiful memories which you shared with me..
Allways Miss you ...... Bigggg hugggg and Birthday wishes from meeee.....Have a wonderful life ahead with lotsa fun.... GOD BLESS.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIKKKKK !!!!!!!

Hey Varsee, Dian is what i address her as ;-)... many many returns of the day sweet dian

VTU fest together...thats the thing which got us together..and thats where i got to know VARSHA

V ibrant

A rtistic

R eliable

S pry

H appy go lucky

A ffectionate

She is an amazing dancer, a good scholar,a very soulful singer and a helpful and trustworthy friend. She is dynamic, creative and spontaneous. These are not just adjectives but words that truly define her.

We had wonderful time rehearsing for the VTU fest(Tribal dance)..rem the time when we were trying out the ulta turn step and i got stuck....i am not going to get into more details cos u'll gross out...he he he...had so much fun... the nighouts at her place, studying together for exams,dance practices for verve, having dabba in class, canteen masti etc... there are so many memories to look back to......Of course ur snores..everything is memorable Varsee

She is the one who introduced me and Tanu to Shru, Nish, Renu,Swa and everyone....so thanks Varsee cldnt have got such terrific friends without u...

Wish u all the love and luck in life...have a blast at ur bday... Love u Dian.

Still waiting for the jallebies you once promised,

Soma

The first month I met you, I thought “Such a fool…”
The next month it turned “Isn’t she cool??”
3rd month I wondered “Aren’t her words sometimes bitter & cold?”
Few months later I realized “She’s just too too bold...!”

The hug in the CET cell changed what we were,
We became close, we began to care,
All the fun, excitement, the chaos and the notorious fame,
Without you all 4 year of Bachelors wouldn’t have been the same.

Don’t know of all, how wedding bells rung first for you, and me later
Helping us prove “Best friends are like wine, the older the better”
Such a bubbly, hyper and lovely girl you are Varsha,
In everyone’s life may you always bring harsha :P

Finally cheers to all the shit we speak &
All the stupid advices from each other we seek,
Caring and sharing our fun & fears
Lets remain the bestest friends for all the coming years!!
<3 u Varsee!!

Battle of Wits!

2011-06-03T17:29:00.001-04:00

Keen observation and quick reaction to a situation is what i call "Wit". I don't know how i remembered this story suddenly. I am sure you will love it too.

All the sages and munis were living peacefully until the two demons Ilawala and Vatapi started troubling them. The demons ruthlessly ruined their houses, disrupted the homas and yagnas. The sages warned them saying that definitely Lord will be come to their rescue. Fear arose in Ilawala and Vatapi. They had always been hearing how Lord Shiva, Vishnu had been killing all the demons/asuras one after the other. They didn't want to be the victims too.

For a few days, they stopped troubling, but their hunger and thirst for destruction was not satisfied. After all demons are supposed to do that.:P They being magical as well came up with a plan. A plan to satiate their hunger, physical and materialistic.

They disguised themselves as sages. They began befriending few sages and invited them home for lunch. Vatapi, took the form of food i.e various delicacies and Ilawala used to serve this on a banana leaf to the invited sage with all due respects. After the heavy lunch, Ilawala would call Vatapi out, who would rip the sage's stomach and come out thus killing the sage. Days passed and few sages started disappearing.in this manner. No one knew where they were nor they knew anything much about these new sages.

The great sage Agastya once came to perform a yagna/sacrifice in this village. After the yagna, the other sages told him their troubles with Ilawala and Vatapi and about the mystical disappearances of few sages and requested him to sort this out. He promised to help them out and hence stayed there for a few days, noticed how the sages were disappearing.

One fine day after he took his holy bath, the 2 sages invited him to their house for lunch. He noticed how plump and well-built these sages were and also their behavior was not sage-like. He guessed they must be Illawala and Vatapi. Moreover their hermitage was a little far away. All these made him more suspicious and more careful.

As promised he went to their hermitage. After the heavy but a delicious lunch, Agastya immediately said "Vatapi jeernapi". This time when Ilawala called Vatapi out, there was no one to come out. He was digested.

That was the end to Vatapi and Illawala later apologized resorted to Sadharma.

P.S: Vatapa jeernapi is sanskrit for "Digest Vatapi".

The phone call

2011-05-20T19:58:00.005-04:00

"Damn the server!"

Swapnil was exhausted. He looked around. All the cabins were empty. Everyone had left for the day. This is the thing about being a part of a small company. You get to learn, people you interact with know you well, but for the world... you are no one. For the entire week, he was aware of only eating, sleeping and "the script". It was a Friday today, the last day of the week and luckily it ran without errors. He was proud. He knew his client would appraise him. All that was left was to deliver it to the client. But the server was down. This was a pretty common scenario. It would be back by few minutes and he could peacefully go home and enjoy the weekend.

He made hot masala tea for himself. The door creaked. 'Who could be in the office at 11 in the night ?? May be it is the wind". He went back to his cabin and stood by the window thinking all the promises he had made for this weekend. He had to take his mother to the dentist. Then he had to promised to take lily out. Such a stubborn but a lovely daughter she was. He had promised to take care of lily while Sabitha was out with friends on her so called Woman's-day-out. He grinned.

"Hands Up!!" he heard.

"What on earth is going on here? Who are you...?"

A huge man, dark in complexion with a revolver in hand. His face was draped in black cloth. He was quite shabbily dressed but seemed to handle the gun with expertise.

"Where's all the cash?"

"I don't know" he answered. "I am just an employee here"

"Just answer to what i ask. Else today will be your last day on earth.."

"No please don't..!" "I...."

"Where is the CASH?" he demanded.

"really don't know......"

Million thoughts were running in his mind. He had to do something now to save his life. His life, work, love marriage, future everything was at gun point now. He hated this eeriness.

The phone rang.

Both of them jerked a little.

"I need to answer the call.It is my Manager...."

"Dare not touch the phone..." he yelled.

He moved his finger to click the trigger. This alone was deafening to his ear.

"Trust me, else they will suspect somethings wrong..."

"Ok boy, you answer it. But one word from your mouth regarding this, you will be dead forever."

He answered the call.

"Is the script running now? I think you said it was almost over...." his manager spoke on phone.

Real intelligence is not in books not even in the degree you hold. Its when you practically put it to use to come out of a situation. He needed to act quick. He held the phone tight in his hand.

"I thought of calling you for help. The script is ready, but i am not able to gunzip it. Dont yell at me. Server is down right now. Trust me i will handle this emergency here. Be patient please"

He ended the call.

"Show me the way to the safe now. Get me the keys as well.. "

Swapnil walked his way slowly. He took a huge bunch of keys and started fiddling with it, trying one after the other. All the water he drank in his entire life was oozing out as sweat. He tried to keep his calm.

Within few minutes, the cops stormed in to the office arresting the fraudster. Cops made a report of this burglar attack and asked how he managed this. " I used the mute button.", he said. Swapnil was appreciated for his wits by his manager.

P.S: Read it now again

"I thought of calling you for help. The script is ready, but i am not able to gunzip it. Dont yell at me. Server is down right now. Trust me i will handle this emergency here. Be patient please"

My first story to my favorite genre of novels "Mystery." Let me know if you liked it!!

Visitor Visa/ Tourist Visa Questions

2011-05-20T10:53:00.001-04:00

The following are the questions a Visa interviewer would ask if you are applying for a tourist visa. This set of questions is focused on "USA", but its the same set for any visiting country. Definitely not all, but if prepared for these clearing the interview would be easy. But remember,

Answer to point.
Dont lie.
Carry necessary documents.
Convince them that you would return back :)

Here they are:

Why are you going to the US?
Have you been to the U.S. before?
Do you have relatives in the US? If yes, who?
Who is going to sponsor your visit?
Where will you stay in the US?
What does your son/daughter do for a living?
How much does your son/daughter earn?
Where does your son/daughter work?
What does your son/daughter-in-law do?
Who is paying for your son/daughter-in-law's studies?
How long has your son/daughter been in the US?
Which visa is your son/daughter and son/daughter-in-law on?
Did your son/daughter study in the US? Where?
What visa did your son/daughter enter the U.S. on?
Is your son/daughter married?
Does your son/daughter have any children?
Is your daughter/daughter-in-law pregnant?
Will your wife/husband accompany you on your trip?
If only one person is traveling to the U.S. then they may ask: Why are you traveling alone? OR Why isn't your husband/wife accompanying you?
When do you plan to travel?
Why do you want to travel at that time?
What are you going to do in the US?
What is the purpose of your trip?
Have you blocked your tickets?
Do you have return air tickets, medical insurance etc.
How much expense do you expect from this trip?
Have you been outside India before?
Is this your first visit to US?
What places do you want to visit?
How long will you stay in the US?
Can't you finish your visit earlier? Why do you want to stay for so long?
What is the guarantee that you will come back?
When did you last see your son/daughter?
When did your son/daughter last visit India?
When does your son/daughter plan to visit India next?
Where do you stay in India?
When did your son/daughter go to US?
What work do you do and where?
What is your job profile?
How much do you earn/ What is your annual income?
If you are working, you may be asked: Did you take leave?
Your income is not enough to support international travel. What do you plan to do?
If you run a business, you may be asked: Who will look after your business in your absence?
When did you retire?
How much pension do you get?
What assets/property do you have in India?
Who will take care of your property in India while you are gone?
Can I see you Business/visiting card?
Do you have a credit card?
Will you work in the US?
How many children do u have ? And where are they? What do they do? Are they married?
What is your son/daughter's birth date?
When is your son/daughter's wedding anniversary?
Can you tell me your son/daughter's contact details?
Show me your documents OR Has your son/daughter sent any documents?

Why walk when you can fly :)

2011-05-19T01:16:00.002-04:00

Once there was a king who received a gift of two magnificent falcons from Arabia. They were peregrine falcons, the most beautiful birds he had ever seen. He gave the precious birds to his head falconer to be trained.

Months passed and one day the head falconer informed the king that though one of the falcons was flying majestically, soaring high in the sky, the other bird had not moved from its branch since the day it had arrived.

The king summoned healers and sorcerers from all the land to tend to the falcon, but no one could make the bird fly. He presented the task to the member of his court, but the next day, the king saw through the
palace window that the bird had still not moved from its perch. Having tried everything else, the king thought to himself, "May be I need someone more familiar with the countryside to understand the nature of this problem." So he cried out to his court, "Go and get a farmer."

In the morning, the king was thrilled to see the falcon soaring high above the palace gardens. He said to his court, "Bring me the doer of this miracle."

The court quickly located the farmer, who came and stood before the king. The king asked him, "How did you make the falcon fly?"

With his head bowed, the farmer said to the king, " It was very easy, your highness. I simply cut the branch where the bird was sitting."

We are all made to fly -- to realize our incredible potential as human beings. But instead of doing that, we sit on our branches, clinging to the things that are familiar to us. The possibilities are endless, but for most of us, they remain undiscovered. We conform to the familiar, the comfortable, the mundane. So for the most part, our lives are mediocre instead of exciting, thrilling and fulfilling.

So let us learn to destroy the branch of fear we cling to and free ourselves to the glory of flight.

-- From the Book "Why walk when you can fly"