Make the Impossible....Possible

My blog has become extinct

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 11:14:00 +0000

Hi all,

(Courtesy : Internet)
Happy onam 2010 to all .

Hope you had a heartful and stomachful OnaSadhya. My DH was going out of station. So he wants Onam to be celebrated on Sunday, the day before the 1st Onam. We are in the Hi-Fi era and hope our honorable Mavelli would agree to our customization of Onam celebration according to our wimps and fancies.

My DH was off for 3 days from monday to wednesday while i was breaking my head off to get my code to work at my office till 10:00 calling my dear children every 1 hour that I'm coming home..I'm on my way...My Dear daughter terrorising me "Only if you get me this..that , I'll do homework, eat food, go to sleep...".....

Ah, i wonder where life is taking us...I wish i go back to my school days time...Amma preparing Ona Sadhya and eating on banana leaves and the evening free Malayalam movies in the Kerala Samajam club...walking back almost 5 km after the late evening movies in the dark..drained and exhausted....sometimes hugging my acchan in the cycle behind..in case, i fall down....

those moments..still linger in my minds...which brings me to a point of sadness where i could not possibly spend time with my children.........

Ok..thought i would clean up the cobwebs which i believe is falling down from the roof to the ground about to be permanently fixed...my blog room..

Not that it is airy and ventilated...do come back and visit..

Jan 2010 has come to an end but still.......

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Sun, 31 Jan 2010 11:18:00 +0000

I feel so bad that I have not posted anything so far...Hope all is well at your end...

We went on vacation to cochin for 4 days and we enjoyed it thoroughly...still not recovered from exhaustion..LOL...yeah...imagine taking care of two "going to be 6" tough, energtic, bubbling with dynamic energy...from where it gets generated..God alone knows....ohhhhhh..my whole body is aching....
(It's my picture..so don't dare steal it...this is the scene from the balcony of apartment hotel room where we stayed...emh...the God's own country...)

I had been stitching very little oflate....of course, cooking daily......aah....

but nothing has been posted here...what happened , u might be asking?....no time ...busy both at office and home...

but don't get disappointed...as usual i'll come with a bang..okay..

until then, keep smiling and take care..
Sumy Sunil

Merry Christmas and happy new year 2010

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 11:56:00 +0000

Thank you for a year of blessing, of new friends made, hearts reaching out across continents, and time to come visit me. I have loved every minute!

In the comming new year we continue to grow in our friendship, and meet often in front of these screens with more projects and exciting works to share and enjoy.

Wish you all a happy merry christmas
and
happy and fabulous and prosperous new year 2010.

Keep smiling and take care,
Sumy Sunil

Deepavali - 2009..How was it for you?

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 09:02:00 +0000

The whole country is celebrating Deepavali/diwali in different ways.
This year had been special for me in many aspects. I got a "Microwave Oven", which was like a dream come true for me...Oh! yeah...and also lotsa of curtains ..hence i was busy doing a home make-over...my back is aching still....All said and done, it was wonderful Diwali for me and my family.

I got this gift from my LIC agent as diwali gift..Emh..lotsa of nuts...

My children had lotsa of fun in lighting the kambithiri, flower pots,

watching sanghu chakkra going round and round....

..firing the satta...

...DH was earnestly bursting the crackers to glory..

"kasa kari akkittaru".."Burning the money"..
They were really excited and lotsa of laughs and merriment in the air. I was as usual clicking clicking capturing some moments..In fact, i got a blast from my DH that "the joy is in enjoying and not taking photos" (Quote unquote..hahaha)...

I'm back...

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 05:12:00 +0000

It has been a long time since i've posted something new. Once again I'm released from my project beginning of this month and i'll be allocated to another project beginning of next month..So which means I've enough time to ramble about me, me and me…LOL…
I had been into lotsa of activities in spite of work pressure. I’ve saved pictures of some of my cooking, embroidery works and of course, I ‘ve tons to talk about my Dear children…But I’m not sure where to start…LOL…Anyways, let me start with some receipes. You may find new posts in Sumy’s Adukazha. And for the embroidery work, you may find new posts in Sumy’s Kaithozhil ….So peep in there.

And to all my visitors to my blogs..A big Thank you and visit me once again..I wish and hope you guys pass on your comments…I appreciate it.

Keep smiling and take care.

Today we had a new visitor!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 13:03:00 +0000

My dear daughter, Vava rushed out from my kitchen store room and banged at me while I was also entering the kitchen…dishum…she looked scared…she held me tightly and goes on “Puuchha ma puuchha..avidey. (Cat..Mummy..Cat..there) .and held my nightie so tightly and dragged me to the kitchen”…I didn’t see or hear any cat there. I said “Nothing is here”..”Vava ikki thoniyadu airikkum”..You were imagining…

She didn’t enter the kitchen not even to sneak her favourite murukku and mixture when she feels hungry.

In the middle of the night, I was feeling thirsty and my DH has finished the water jug kept on the table. I entered the kitchen and switched on the light to fill the jug. Suddenly I heard “meiyo meiyo”…oh..Vava was right?..There is a cat here inside my kitchen store. I switched on the store room lights too. I scanned and to my amazement I saw a big cat lying curled. I sensed that the mother cat is lying with some newly born kitten. Shoot!!!..I don’t want to disturb them. I quickly switched the lights of the kitchen store and the kitchen as well.

The next morning, me too, I was little scared to enter the kitchen store. Why am I scared?..Will the mother cat will attack me if I enter? Does it think that I ‘ve entered for harming its babies?

I was eagerly waiting for my cook to arrive. I informed her about this as soon as she arrived. She started with some interesting stories..you want to hear…”You will get lots of money in recent future”..ahha..not a bad idea…lotsa of money coming in..from where?..God alone knows…hahaha…then she continues…some more interesting facts about cats…”You know when it pies, it digs hole and pies and closes it with mud”..I was marveled with this fact..”is it so?”..oh yeah…hats off for their cleanliness attitude…she continues..there is infact a story behind this..Oh yeah..what is it?..”Wolf used to say that atleast by swallowing some of cats output, let me get some brains like Cat”…so the cats thinking that wolf will take it, it hids its…@#$@#$%$$....i laughed and laughed…She continues “Unmathanga”..”It is true, madam”..LOL…

Now the point is how can I kick this cat family from my kitchen store?...I asked for my cook’s help…She is not scared..one hell of a lady…..”Oru periya kutchi kudungha..verattidallaam”….”Give me a long stick….it can be kicked out”…I came back with a long stick cut down from neem tree in my front yard….In the mean time, Vava woke up and rushed to the kitchen to watch the hungama…I asked to wake monu as well (my dear son)…

My cook kicked out the mother cat..It ran to the living room and escaped through the window..On seeing this, Vava was ROFL…and monu joined also without understanding what is the commotion?...which made me laugh too.

Then there they are…2 beautiful kittens sleeping and curled in the corner of the last shelf..where I’ve kept some unused jute bags…I hardly touch those areas…One black and one sort of gray.

My cook, with the help of cardboard, took both the kittens out and kept out near the well completely covered so that no other living being will try to eat it or kill it. I was so sad to have them thrown out of the house.

Immediately lists of questions were shot at me by Vava. “Endhanu oru puucha karathirikkunu..oru puucha velluthirikkinu…”.(why one cat is black while the other cat is white in color?) .”Endu puucha aanu” (what is the gender of the cat?). I replied that just like each person has different color, every cat has different color…I told her I don’t know their gender…She continues….”Amma alley parasavikkiya..appo ammakki ariyo? (Mother only delivered the baby so did she know?)..i raised my eyebrows and said should be?..Amma Cat knows it…She continues ..”Appo endhanu peruvechirukkunnadu?..(Then what is the name?)..I replied ..”one is Monu and the other is Vava”..She got satisfied..It lightened her face…she gave a innocent and ignorant laugh…..and she repeated the whole conversation of mine and her to Dear husband…..

I thanked my cook and I saw the mother cat continuously shouting “miyo..miyo”..I talked to her saying your kids are fine and they are being kept behind the wall, inside the basket, safely..Go find it out..They are safe..Don’t worry”..I wonder whether it got the message…She continued her “miyo..miyo”..back to me…….

My new blog on Needle, Threads and Crafts

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 10:48:00 +0000

I've started this blog http://sumysunil.blogspot.com for voicing my thoughts, to talk about more of my dear children, and very little on DH.

As time progressed, I started posting some food recipes being motivated by other food bloggers. So I decided to move all those food related posts to my food blog http://sumysadukazha.blogspot.com

Now my latest craziness is on various embroidery, quilting and BOM's.
I'm moving all my Art and Craft related posts to a new blog http://sumyskaithozhil.blogspot.com

Please check it out.

I wish and hope my visitors motivate me by posting some comments and visiting these sites.

Wish me good luck,

Thanks,
Sumy Sunil

Another beadwork project

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 11:24:00 +0000

This is another beadwork i did..Courtesy is the aunty from Madhurai.

This is kept on the top of the main entrance of the house. It is believed that it guards evil from entering the house. It is called "Sanghu, Chakram, Namam".

It is framed and kept in my pooja room.

Another treasure from my Pandora box- Beads, beads and beads...

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 10:10:00 +0000

I’m happy to see the treasure bag full of beadworks of mine with lotsa of bead packets and a box full of beads. My DH is not happy though. He says that money is locked in here for nothing. When invested, there should be some returns. Naah!!! I don’t mind.

My first project on beadwork started way back in school days. My first was slide with letter “WELCOME”. I don’t remember where I have that now. Should be at my amma’s home. Next time when I go to my hometown, I will definitely take a click and post it in my blog. Then I believe it is “Swamy Saranam” ..praising “Lord Ayyappa”. This also should be in my amma’s place..Emh..As I write this note, memories are flowing…

Forget about the past.

Coming to the recent past…LOL…
My bead project started with this. I had a neighbour from Madurai and she had a huge collection of beadworks. I could do only few of those masterpieces with the free time I got then with my twins around. The issue was my son was very naughty and the moment he sees some beads lying on the floor , he immediately picks it up and puts it in his month and bites and chews it with that “Kadukku, kadukku” sound. I’ve to force open his mouth by holding his cheeks tightly which gives him great amount of pain. I put one of my fingers to flush the bead out of his mouth and he goes crying out to my DH that amma pressed my cheeks!!! Sobs…So I wait till they go to sleep. The moment they are awake, I pack my bead box and hide it in my shelf.

(Lord Venkateswara, Balaji, Srinivasa, Perumal, Venkatachalapathy)

(Goddess Meenakshi)

(The couple).

I've to hunt for a good person who could frame it well. Once I gave this for framing and he made a bad job out of it. I got angry and just told him "What have you done?". Before i could complete, he removed the whole frame work within minutes. Still I didn't get it why he undid his work?...But at the end of it, my beads which makes the border (last row down below), all got broken. I got really angry. But then it was futile. I just walked out of the shop disappointed.

Patchwork

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 07:37:00 +0000

(Full view of Lord Ganesha)

(Lord Ganesha)

(Complete Work...with border and all)

I was learning embroidery and needle works from one of my neighbour, named Sangeetha, when i was living in Hosur, a small town on the border between Karnataka and TamilNadu, India. I was out of work and was spending my full time with my twins. So back to stitching lessons, I learned good number of stitches and one of the stitch was patchwork. Somehow i liked it so much. In fact she showed me her piece of patchwork for me. I was so interested that I did the whole work all by myself. It was a challenge by itself.

I started it with my own idea.but later i've to undo the whole thing. I really learned it in a hardway. It was interesting. If I remember right, i took almost 1 and 1/2 months to finish this piece of amazing art work.

(Lord Ganesha's vehicle..Moonjhur..rat)

Check this out. This is one of the treasure that i found from my Pandora Box..My adorable Lord Ganapathi......

My next quest is to find a good place where they can do some pretty decent frame for this patchwork of mine. I'm bit scared to give this for framing as i had some bitter experience before when i gave for framing my bead work...which is another treasure inside my pandora box...LOL...hang on for my next post on my classic bead works......

My Pandora Box

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 07:23:00 +0000

Every weekend, on saturday my usual cleaning spree starts from morning till afternoon. I just extended beyond the usual routine. I thought of checking out shelfs/boxes which i've never opened for months together. Thinking that some spiders and other possible or probable living beings would have started their happy family. I was silently surprised to see a huge collection of my hand works which i've done almost 3 years back when i was out of work and sitting back home with my 2 year old twins....I'll post one by one ...just hang in here for surprises from me...

LeKaQuilt Giveaway In

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 12:24:00 +0000

Please see the giveaway from LEKAQUILT..Great site for those who loves art and crafts

Herringbone stitch with some stones embellished on chudithaar

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 11:40:00 +0000

Here is another small project on my cream color plain chudithaar:

I’ve used herringbone stitches on my hand and the collar region.

The bottom of the chudithaar has 2 lines of herringbone stitches too.

(Bottom with 2 lines of herringbone stitch - blue color interlaced with rose color)

I’ve used a running stictch to keep the herringbone stitch from going astray.

(closer view of the hand...herringbone stitch running all the length from the shoulder)

(Collar and neck portion)

I’ve pasted some stones on the whole of my top chudithaar using a fabric glue.

(Top of the chudithaar..you can see the stones pasted with equal spacing alternatively scattered all over the body)

It did not come out well as I thought. Everytime I wear it, one or the other stones comes out and it will be lying here and there driving my whole family crazy.

Detached chain stitch - lazy daisy work

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 11:13:00 +0000

Here is another small project from my end on another plain chudithaar.

I have used detached chain stitch/lazy daisy profusely and little bit of stem stich for the stem and for the leaves i've used satin..it didn't come out well, though

(The full picture of the top)

(The hand portion)

(The hand portion in a broader view)

(Neck portion)

(A wider view of the neck region)

(The bottom portion of the top)

Design from a Saree

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 11:06:00 +0000

(Body of the saree)

(Pallu design)

(Scattered in the body of the saree)

My cook was wearing a saree full of chikan work. I just took some pictures of it and posted here. Maybe in future, i may try working on this design in my chudithaar or plain saree or something else. If somebody is interested, please feel free to take this sample and I would be happy if they inform me about their work.

Fly stitch with some variations...

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 10:36:00 +0000

Some of the small projects I’m involved in past few months:

I brought some plain cloth and get it stitched as chudithaar planning to do some embroidery work on it. This is one way of forcing myself to get in touch with this art. I was quite confused what work should I work on and finally I did this.

(The whole view of the chudithaar top)

(The arm length and the neck portion has the plaited fly stitch ending with the jamki)

(Closer view of the fly stich surrounding a round button. I've ended the fly stitch on a jamki)

For more details on this stitch: please refer to the following link:
http://deepashome.blogspot.com/2009/02/fly-stitch-plaited-fly-stitch-and.html

Happy Onam to all !!!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 11:10:00 +0000

(Onam Sadhya)

(Pookalam)

(Courtesy : from my friend)

Give away winner!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 09:40:00 +0000

I'm selected as "Give away winner" for "The Indian stuff"...I'm feeling elated.

Check this out:
http://deepashome.blogspot.com/2009/08/give-away-winners.html

Wanna to know what is in store for me...

All this stuff..I'm very much excited and delighted....

Thanks to Deepa.

It's been long time..just wanna to say "Hi" to all

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 06:51:00 +0000

Thanks for all the visitors to my blog. I know there are so many visitors all across the globe. From Japan to US.

I've not posted anything new since 2 months. Hope my blog would not die due to this. The prime reason being I'm busy with my project deliverables, strict and stringent schedules and the little time I get, I wanna to share it with my kids and hubby.

Anyways, I miss my visitor's comments and encouragement. Hopefully I'll come back with a big bang once again after my "busy" commitments.

Keep smiling.

Love you all...Keep visiting........

Sema Comedy panren….

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 10:28:00 +0000

It has been a long absence that I took from this blog world. Luckily today I had time to squeeze in to write couple of lines from my heart. Good news is I got into project which made me hectic from morning till night…Bad news…not even have time to cook dinner for my family…not able to spend time for my kid’s homework…be with them for dinner time…. Good that my hubby has started cooking for the family..yup..yup…and my children does their homework under the guidance of my hubby…Bad that he has to shoulder my responsibilities at home….hahahaha….There should be a balance between the better halves right……..Oh ho!!!....

Coming back to my new project, it is good to be engaged with work during this recession hours where they are on look out for sacking bench people….But it drives one crazy when the requirements keep changing and you end up updating the same document “n” number of times using the enhanced features of MS-Word…LOL….

I’ve so many incidence to write about…Let me start some funny interesting happenings….

I was ranting about this Kid’s summer at my office in my previous post….It was the last day celebration..and all kids were performing dance and as usual I forgot to bring my camera to click pictures of them..(my hubby says you take pictures of all dishes you make and post it in blog..but you don’t take pictures of kids….the moment I start clicking pictures for my food blog…he goes “Aarambichitaya aarambichitta”….)....Gosh! I missed those moments... I was searching for some suitable employee whom I could rely on to get those photos emailed to me.. ..oh! I have seen her couple of times before in the pantry helping her daughter to drink milk in my project area …In fact, I have asked her whether she will be around till say 7:00pm with her daughter so that I can put my children along with her daughter while I go and attend my client meeting. She told me that she will be leaving early and I started cribbing to her that I’ve a client meeting till 7:00pm and I donno what to do with my kids when I ‘m away in the meeting..blah..blah..Oh ! a familiar face…I took a seat beside her. She has 2 daughter , one in class 10 and her sister in the summer camp..I introduced myself to her and humbly requested her to email me the photos once it is downloaded. She happily agreed. I enquired about her project. She goes introducing herself..and it so happened that she also belongs to my project. Oh ! great. I continued engaging her with more dialogues…So are you a project manager or something?..”nope..I manage the whole “ “ project….Still my mudhead didn’t work…My big mouth once again lost control….so you report to “X” (x is the delivery manager) ?..Nope…Mr X reports to Mr Y (delivery head) and in turn reports to me (General manager)..……I gave a shock and opened my mouth and closed it with my palm just right in front of her……..Can anyone imagine what a blunder I made?....I sat there beside her for the next 10 mintues me turning like stone and feltdumbhead…….It happens baby…but should not happen to anybody in this world…………..

Here is another one

My TL have booked a meeting room for discussing the weekly status with the onsite contrapart. Usually she books the same room “Narmada”. Because of the non-availability of usual room, she informed me that about the new meeting room “Kedarnath”. I was in middle of hectic workload, I didn’t get that registered in my mind. I started late from my desk. I rushed down from 5th to 4th floor, assuming that it should be somewhere in 4th floor. I checked couple of meeting room there. No sign of my team members. So enquired some guys sitting at 4th floor. They said that the Kedarnath is in 5th floor. Once again took the stairs and finally tracked down “Kedarnath”. Late by 15 mintues. The meeting has already started. I took the only chair available. My TL gave me a look. My boss, from the other side of the world, is already discussing about the status of some task. Tension gushed inside me. Attendance would have already been taken and logged in his status report. Has he finished discussing about my task…All these thought process were rushing my head…I was not mentally into the call…There was a sudden silence in the room ..for a pause…Suddenly, My boss started with a great stress and voice modulation“TO ME, …...”. I thought he is asking me about something “SUMY….” It rhymed with my name…”TO ME”..and “SUMY..” ..I immediately jumped onto the speaker phone..and “Hi Ron, Good morning, Please tell me..”…All my team members waved at me with a “No..No…”…Then I realized that it is “TO ME..”…Luckily, the mute button was enabled…I hit my head with my hand and hid myself under the table….Every one was laughing to glory…..

Sema comedy panren…in office too……….

Summer Camp at my office

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 14:42:00 +0000

(Vava in cream color frock dancing and Monu in green color shirt behind dancing too!!!!!)

It’s been a marathon run for me and my children for last 2 weeks..solid 9 days. Wake them up by 7:00 and make them brush, take bath and get dressed..bare minimum…forget about breakfast…making them eat or eating all by themselves so early by 7:30..No way of opening our mouth…tight lipped..my daughter is happy that I’m not forcing her to eat something….Me running between kitchen to answer my cook and bedroom to listen/shout/instruct/compromise with my kids……..maen, by 8:00, I finish my washing cloths, taking bath, breakfast and running between bedroom, kitchen and living room trying to finish up whatever possible. The only good thing happen is that my office cab picks us right in front of my gate. Thank God, otherwise I just can’t imagine ..me running around 2 bubbly kids with my office bag, lunch bag, and their lunch bags and another bag for change of clothes in case if it is required. Off we go and reach office by 8:45. My kids are fascinated to be in my office. Monu goes “Why amma so many TV’s in your office?”..It is not TV..it is desktop..Sorry he has seen only laptop at home. My daughter is excited to see coffee machine with lots of options for hotwater, capaccino, expresso, milk, steam and what not. She goes on to fill in her share of coffee. Spill it all over the table and I keep cleaning the table. Running between my desk and restroom to siphon out their bladder. This goes on till they get to their summer camp starting at 9:30.

They have lots of activities like puppet show, movies, dance, drawing, coloring, arts, crafts, cookery..what not..you name it, they are busy at something or the other.

I join them once again during lunch hours. Starting from 1:00 ..goes on for an hour till they finish. Then once again back to their camp with rest of the activities.

I get many complaints from other girls in the camp. Aunty, monu is tickling me..pinching me, hitting me…I give them a big smile and big hug. Can’t help, dear.

Back to my desk and get engrossed with my new project. I, infact, get a reminder call from the organiser to pick them at 5:30. Oops! I’m on my way.

My meetings start with my counterpart at 5:30…Thanks to my neighbours, ladies..they keep engaging them with teasing them, giving them snacks, and asking them to draw, sing , dance and me locked with other peers in the conference room endlessly for next 2 hr. Physically sitting there, and mentally with my children..if they want to go the restroom what will my friends do?...checking my mobile often in case I have a missed call.

And finally I’m out and rush to my desk to find either they are more happy to be in the company of my friends or in a bad mood if the teasing and ragging becomes too much for them to handle. If I’m on time for my office cab, thank God, grab all those bags and drag them out to get into the cab.

By the time, they reach home..almost 30 to 45 mintues drive, they fell asleep. Then they go straight to bed. Good night.

Next morning, it is the same routine……..

End of it, they enjoyed a lot….and still they wanna to come to my office….

(Monu receiving certificate and a bag ...last day farewell celebration)...Monu tore the certificate into bits and pieces........on reaching home..........

(Monu dressed as spiderman........)

(Vava waiting for her part of cake)

(Farewell cake.....)

(Monu about to receive the certificate and bag)

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.....Steve Jobs

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Mon, 25 May 2009 03:41:00 +0000

Stanford Report, June 14, 2005

'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me.. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch.. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Exceptional Teamwork

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Sun, 24 May 2009 09:50:00 +0000

My daughter received this puzzle as their birthday gift from her dear Acchan, my hubby..( My son liked it too...but he had his share of gifts..mickey mouse and cars.....)They are too young for this, though…But still, my daughter wanted it as her birthday present ..I tried frantically to hide and keep out of their reach knowing the fact that by the time they are old enough to solve this arranging the picture puzzle, most of the pieces will be lost. After 2 days, I saved the remaining pieces of this fine art and hide it inside my shelf, assuming that they will not raid my shelf searching for their things......and I forgot about this altogether for so long as.... Somehow my detective daughter fished it out from the hidden place.

And we, as a family decided to shape out the final picture as we don’t have the box or the booklet that came along with it.

Here is the output….with some pieces missing at the corners. Luckily….

I’m planning to paste it permanently on a cardboard and make it as wall hanger or something…I’ve once again hidden it somewhere…hopefully I’ll get sometime later….

A visit to Marundeeswarar Temple at Thiruvanmiyur

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Mon, 18 May 2009 11:19:00 +0000

I dread weekends these days, primary reason being hot blistering summer at Chennai. I wish to have working days just to save myself from the oppressive heat under the blanket of AC. Given an opportunity, I wish to huddle myself inside my bedroom with AC blasting to its peak. Never I like to get out of the front gate, not even to buy fruits/vegetables from the street vendors. My children, on the other hand, love to go around to the nearest store to get a pack of bread/ sweets or simply for a scooter ride with my dear hubby. Saturday, my family excused me from my weird crazy behavior. By Sunday evening, my children got crazy and angry with me. I’ve to give in. OK, but only after 6pm. Still under sweltering sun, we, 4 went for a scooter ride in all possible directions, wherever the road goes. We were not sure where to go. I was indulgently suggesting my hubby to go some temple reminding him that we have not visited any religious place this week. Now my hubby focused his ride on particular direction towards the beach road. I mistook him that he has ignored my proposition. I was about to sulk when my hubby stopped right in front of Marundeeswarar Temple, Thiruvanmiyur. The entrance is on the main road and I missed it almost completely. We removed our footwear’s and deposited in the counter.

As soon as we entered the entrance, I was amazed to see the whole big open space to the left with a pavement to walk almost ½ km. We first entered the sanctum Santorum of Goddess Thirupurasundari, who is actually Godddess Parvati . There were heavy decorations around with lots of flower strings dangling all over the outer pavilion. The Goddess was almost hidden under a silk sari and flowers and the priest with his aarathi tray of oil lamp, kumkum and flowers to be distributed to the devotees. As we were praying, in the middle of huge crowd, I heard the “Abirami Andhathi” being recited in a loud manner. I thought it is coming from the speaker. But to my amazement, there was this person who was singing to the top of his voice, seeing and singing the verses inscribed in the wall. I was watching him and was thrilled to hear and suddenly I could feel a sense of fulfillment, an unexplainable feeling...a positive aura...frankly speaking, not that I understood what the verses meant..but the way he has recited with full involvement and submission to Goddess Abirami. Coincidently, my hubby also felt the same.

(Photo courtesy : Internet)

We were off to visit Lord Marundeeswarar. Had a close up darshan and my children were vying with each other putting some paise in the thallam that the priest offered the aarathi to us. I dragged the children out and did pradhakshanam of remaining Gods and Goddess around. There were some cows tethered inside and outside the sheds and my children were amazed to see them. Infact, my hubby persuaded them to touch couple of cows in spite of their shivering and scared looks which later turned out to be like fun game scaring the cows off.

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We checked out the bookstall which had good collection of sostharam and slokas books and ended up buying quite a few books. My daughter’s focus was on the next door shop, the place where one can get nice thatta’s/laddoos/puliyogare rice etc etc. She got her share of thatta packet and my son got his favourite laddoos. I had to fight with them to get a little piece to taste, my share.

We rushed back to the exit and off on the scooter to reach home.

(Photo courtesy : Internet)

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About the temple: (Courtesy Internet)

Marundeeswarar Temple is a legendary temple located in the breezy area of Thiruvanmiyur, Chennai adjacent to the beach of Bay of Bengal. This is a magnificent temple built for Lord Shiva, in his incarnation of Lord Marundeeswarar. Lord Marundeeswarar is said to have the power to heal. Lord Marundeeswarar is known so because he taught sage Agastya about some magical medicine. Since then The Marundeeswarar temple has been a place of worship for people with diseases and various problems with their health. It is said that even The Sage Valmiki, who wrote The Ramayana, came here to The Marundeeswarar temple to worship The Lord. Sage Valmiki was said to be blessed here. After this incident, this place was to be known as Thiruvalmikiyur, after a long period of time, the name gradually changed to Thiruvanmiyur. The lingam for which Lord Hanuman performed pooja, The lingam(meenakshisundareswarar) that cured the curse of Lord Indra, the Lingam for which Saint Bharadwaja performed pooja are present here. Markandeyar performed a penance and prayed to lord Shiva here, Lord Brahma is believed to have conducted a festival here for lord Shiva.Located in the southern part of chennai city this famous temple is a Paadal Petra Sthalam with Thirugnanasambandhar and Thirunavukkarasar having delivered Paasurams here.The temple has smaller Shrines for Lord Ganesha, Lord Murugan, Lord Shiva, which has the idols of Lord Shiva in his three forms, Lord Theyagaraja, Lord Marundeeswarar, and Lord Nataraja. Lord Nataraja is supposed to be Lord Shiva in his dancing form. Lord Theyagaraja and Lord Nataraja are the only forms of Lord Shiva in which he is not in the Lingam form. The last shrine is for Lord Marundeeswarar's consort, Goddess Thirupurasundari, who is actually Godddess Parvati.( The order of shrines given is the order which is supposed to be followed while worshipping the idols). The sculpture of the temple is accurate, and has a lot of detail in it.The Primary deity, The Marundeeswarar Lingam is said to be formed naturally and has not been sculpted by anyone. This formation is known as Idumbu in Tamil. In the Mahamandapam where The deity resides, there are 108 lingams, and the replicas of the five lingams of the five elements. The divine cow Kamadhenu is believed to be delivering milk to the lingam daily and the lingam is hence white. For this reason, the lingam here is also called 'Paalvannanathar' (in Tamil, 'Paal' means milk, 'Vanna' means colour). And hence, Paalvannanathar means 'one whose colour is that of milk'. Other names of the Lord here are Oushadheeswarar, Marundheesar, Vedapureeswarar. The Goddess is also known as Thirupurasundari, Chokkanayagi and Sundaranayagi.The eastern and western entrances are marked by elegant raja gopurams (cascading towers). The central part is occupied by two large chambers housing the Thyagaraja and Marundeeswarar mandapams. A total of 36 beautifully carved pillars stand here. Inside the temple complex are provided a number of sculptures, including the dancing Ganapati, Lord Narasimha killing the demon Hirankayasibu, Sarbeswara and Mahavishnu. The temple also contains five main Sivalingams and 108 others.The Vanni tree at the site is considered as sacred. There are five tanks holding sacred water near the temple complex. These tanks have been named as Janmanasini, Kamanasini, Papanasini, Gnanadhayini and Mokshadhayini.

Kapaleeswarar Temple at Mylapore

noreply@blogger.com (Sumy Sunil) — Wed, 06 May 2009 04:05:00 +0000

It is Saturday..and my dear hubby was not feeling well and hence took off from work..He locked himself in a room to sleep off to glory shutting off the children’s prangs and shouting’s, yellings and quarrellings by me… ….Anyways, as usual as I was busy behind them not to do this ...that….locked the front grill and off to kitchen to cook something for lunch….Intrigued by silence in the front room, I thought of checking it out and to my disillusionment, both of my kids have opened the front grill gate and was playing with a water hose pipe bathing each other……both of them dripping wet right from head to toes….I shouted at them….running behind them to remove and change their cloths….sweeping and mopping the whole portico….My hubby gushed out of the room screaming “will you not allow me to sleep?”…..
On seeing my plight, he decided to cut short his nap and gave a helping hand in disciplining my kids…Thank God……………

After lunch, we all slept for a while….and my hubby started going over options to spend the evening ….My hubby always visits temple on Saturdays right from his school days…He wants to revive this habit….and hence was asking which temple should we go…..I suggested that we should go to Kapaleeswarar Temple in Mylapore. Soon after marriage, me and my hubby had been to this temple….and one more time some 7 years back after buying our Honda Activa……My hubby was scratching his head how to commute all the way from our home….We 4 hurled ourselves in the scooter to the nearest MRTS (Mass Rapid Transportation Service) loading my backpag with biscuits, water bottles…and of course, my camera…..It is 5.30pm but still the sun is sweltering hot…making us sweaty and sticky…

My hubby went to park the scooter while we head the ticket counter …there were 2 long queue…we waited for nearly 10 minutes to get our tickets…We ran hand in hand to get into
the compartment……We settled ourselves in a 4 seater…and children were thoroughly happy and eager to enjoy the trip….which we can read it in their face and eyes bubbling with excitement…..Vava slipped out of her seat the moment the train bellowed out its horn “BooOHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”…..she gave a hearty loud sound echoing the horn at every station…..inviting the attention of the co-passengers……She became the attraction the whole journey for them…..Monu was excited whenever a train crossed by……he, in fact, kept leaning over my hubby….with a line of shame tickling at the end of the mouth when couple of eyes focused on him…..Finally, we got down at our destination “thirumailai”….I stopped my hubby saying it is not ‘mylapore’….my dear, it is mylapore only….oh, it is thirumailai..that became mylapore…oh I C….Hearing these dialogues, monu…”Accha, is it bangalore?’…”No, it is mylapore”…..”Appo bangalore..”…Thanks to the rhyming ……We walked for 5 minutes or so….to reach our target “ the famous “Mylapore Kapaleeswarar Temple”… The Theppakulam .."water tank"...was a sight in the night....with lots of water.........

We left our footwear’s at the flower vendor where we got archana thattu….. It was well crowded being a Saturday and weekend….We followed the endless queue to reach the sanctum santorum….First
was the Goddess Karpagambal…

.(photo Courtesy : Internet)

blissfully decorated with mallikapuvu maalai’s…and then …………… Lord Kapaleeswarar……

(photo Courtesy : Internet)

It was so crowded that I almost hit the Gurukal with
the back of my elbow…he gave me a big look..I cajoled him saying “Sorry ma…”…..once again he gave me a big look………………..hahahaha……Gurukal ke aaappppa…..!!!....After a long wait, and requesting the special ticket holders to be seated endlessly..not heeding to our pleas…..we standing in the general queue, got exhausted and got our archana thattu back and had to just squeeze out of the swarmed crowd. My one end of the duppatta in one direction and the other end in another direction…Thank god, I joined my family who saved their shape and size by reconciling themselves in one corner intact….My hubby says..”God is omnipresent, omnipotent”..(Thonnillum irukkiraar..Thrumbimillum irrukkiraar)…..We finished our pradarkshnam …..and left the temple…with all the mental strain gone and was in eternal bliss and positive aura.

(photo Courtesy : Internet)
On the way back, I got couple of earrings from the roadside shops…..Then we headed towards the MRTS…and …. Waited for the big horn “BBOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm”……Reached our destination…..We then headed to the nearest restaurant and had our dinner…..Fried rice, Chinese noodles, icecreams and fresh juice……came back home and hit the bed…and slept like log……

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About the temple : (Courtesy Internet)

The Kapaleeswarar Temple in Mylapore, Chennai is a very ancient temple. The original temple was submerged under the sea & the current temple structure was a later construction. The Moolavar is Kapaleeswarar & Amman is Karpagambal. There are separate annadhis for several deities such as Vinayagar, Annamalaiyar, Murugar, Saneeswara. There are several other deities such as Durgai, Dakshinamurthy, Chandikeswarar located within the main Sannadhis of Kapaleeswarar & Karpagambal. The temple tank lies opposite the tower.
Karpagambal is said to have worshipped the Lord in the form of a peacock (Mayil in Tamil) & hence the area came to be called Mylapore.
The temple architecture reveals the Dravidian traits, with its carved gopuram measuring about 37 metres in height. The temple is also provided with elaborate mandapams and a storage tank. The inscriptions on the temple structure are some seven and a half centuries old. The structure was renovated by the Vijayanagar kings in the 16th century A.D. The facade of the structure lies towards the east and the entrance is marked with Puranic inscriptions.
The temple flag mast has the shrine of Saint Gnanasambandar. Thirugnanasambandar, is said to have brought back to life the maiden Poompavai, daughter of Sivanesa Chettiar ( a Siva devotee) who was desirous of marrrying him, at Mylapore. The saint poet Tiruvalluvar lived here. The bronze idols of the 63 Nayanmars, the saints who were devotees of Lord Siva are placed in the Kapaleeswarar Sannadhi. The Punnai tree in the courtyard reveals the tale that eventually gave the place (Mylapore) its name. This tree is the oldest of its kind in the city of Chennai. Every year the Arupathumoovar festival is conducted & the 63 nayanmars are taken in procession.