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A Name to Honour

2013-06-15T12:26:00.001+03:00

Dear readers: This writing referrers to the year 2006 as we bid adieu to India and flew to Qatar finding our bread after the oil here. A comparative presentation of the life in Bangalore and in Doha is what you find here, and with a pinch of humour. It was that red winged Gulf Airlines that I flew on from the Garden City of India to this Desert called Doha, my home for past 7 years. (for

Life's True Mime

2013-05-23T11:18:00.000+03:00

Strong like Banyan Deep like Ocean Beckoning two arms Rising heart’s alarms Surrender in there Love in air Head on them, did rest Heavy, with thoughts best Enchanting, magnetic, moment Those arms into she went Life’s agony on a vent Life it meant. Messenger of love Imitating the feathery dove Those arms checked her in Breath held, raised chin Faint smile, her ornament

Toll

2013-04-30T22:53:00.001+03:00

Echoes reverberate, of those love chimes, Throbbing loud voices in heart....... Thirst in the eyes, hushes a silence note, finds solace on lips. Life is but a sweet outcome, of umpteen pain, Love thy gain.

The Other Lady

2013-04-20T15:50:00.001+03:00

To share Thoughts, passion Knowledge, beliefs Views, opinions To learn, Books to authors Science to philosophy Religion to culture To discuss, Fashion or cars Hobbies or movies Art or paints Yapping to arguing like best friends for life She's the other lady in my man's life My daughter who is 9! P.S.- Inspired by the dad-daughter bonding, here goes my heart in words.

A Week At Ravan's Place

2013-04-15T22:17:00.000+03:00

With Qatar Airways flight swooping down the Sri Lanka land, my nose was stuck on the window that I wish I could open. Slide Show of loads of pictures in my mind about the Lanka and Lankans ticked on. With all enthusiasm if I could trace out one relative of Lord Ravana anywhere so I could take a autograph , and a photograph to post on Face Book. So off we go to Colombo. You do not need prior

Calm Chaos

2013-03-17T15:49:00.001+03:00

Dancing in the sky, singing aloud, Two little fellas, they were a cloud. Hands clasped, a knot, every breath kissed, missed not. Till a monster beckoned, thunder of thoughts feared. Heart whispered, in vain in the ears of the brain, Stop. Hold tight, Storm awaited, caught sight. Yet, happy clouds strayed, in turmoil, they showered down beneath, on thirsty soil, their bones broken

Her Dare and Scare

2012-12-31T19:17:00.001+03:00

Here is a true incident when my heart ached. Here is one girl so vulnerable. She carries no chilly powder, she knows no martial art, but she hides at a shadow of a man! She fled like that deer who spotted the lion in the shrub when my better half approached her for a picture with a camera and some pocket-money to offer her and her little sibling. Upon my request for an explanation with a

Voice: "Sorry It's a Girl"

2012-12-31T18:24:00.000+03:00

Art Courtesy: Chaitra. In the maternity ward - There is a deep nurse voice saying "Sorry, It's a Girl". Unfortunately this opening quote was spat on my face one day, and I had abused my mindful to that deep voiced nurse, welcoming my newly born daughter. A GIRL- traverses her journey from womb till till her death bed ,with a trail of voice following, every where on this earth, reminding

Know Your Product

2012-12-25T17:01:00.000+03:00

One of the oldest axiom for sales is the "perception of reality". What your customer perceives to be true is what will drive their behaviour. And to demonstrate this, expert hands on the product knowledge is the key mantra for selling. Branding is a side effect of it, if I could call it so. How else would Star Bucks make people stand in queue for hours when your wife can make better coffee at

Stop-See, Little Girl's Glamour

2012-12-17T15:06:00.000+03:00

This isn't first time I go on with my prefect "mommy philosophy" after I wrote "Thank Her Why's, "Mamma I am Rapunzel, Barbie and the Pink and many more. Introducing another "avatar" of my little one who is not that little for the world though. She can dress on her own, do her hair, dance in front of mirrors for hours. So much so that I at times need to imitate her school teacher yelling at

Bala Saheb's Final Journey

2012-11-18T14:52:00.001+03:00

Excuse me, it was only the thunder and you all bothered to pull out your raincoats? Well if you thought you prepared well ahead for rain, why cry out a false alarm to your neighbours?" The night of 14th Nov-2012 came the news of Sri. Bal Thackeray's health being very critical. He had to be administered life support system by doctors. Respectfully crowned "Tiger" by amchi Mumbai, and

Not Yet Diwali

2012-11-12T09:40:00.001+03:00

Here is my first article for "Karavali Digest"............. Reference The Festive season for the Hindu Religion illuminates in the month of October-November wherein the most popular festival of lights falls in. The picture here is the creation of two tiny hands, for Diwali with that sweet message which is like optical illusion for we adults. Concentrate on them. They are beautiful words

Review - She/view

2012-11-10T13:23:00.003+03:00

The very first few minutes of the movie's beginning will drown you deep down into the character of "Shashi" a beautiful Maharashtrian lady, the happy wife, DIL (Daughter In Law) and a SAHM(Stay At Home Mother). Expert hands on cooking and her only cherished hobby as it is, she runs small scale home based catering. Popular for her fabulous "laddoos" yet maintains a slim waist line herself.

It Is Okay If You Are Greedy

2012-10-19T20:20:00.000+03:00

An idea conceived is half achieved -Selfquote Sushma's Page turned 2 this month. The commonest feeling of revoking the past, scratching the memory lane turns most up-heaving sensational phenomena when the subject includes "childhood". Here is my baby, "My Blog" . She turned two on the 3rd of October. She- Yes, she follows the stereotype as her owner. A fetus conceived is a child

That M Factor

2012-09-28T17:26:00.000+03:00

"Without a motive we were unborn, yet for the sperms or eggs" - Self Quote. ________________________________________________________________ People do things for their own different reasons, and not yours. We could understand this with a story illustrated by a farmer, when he and his son had tough time getting their calf back into the barn. As they were scared about giving up, a

World of Art

2012-08-26T10:32:00.002+03:00

"What use is that talent which is not shared and spread across"...says the talented artist Chaitra Somanath of Qatar. Today's Guest on here. Her Web site: chaitrascolorfulart.com/ Ordinary woman with extraordinary talent called art thumping into her. "Art can not fill your bread basket" is what I read here. "Art Santhe Bangalore" Be it painting, writing or singing. But an artist never

Malayali Gulf Diaspora

2012-08-07T15:33:00.000+03:00

Warning before you read: For those who are thinking of tomatoes or rotten eggs, please watch the video at the footage, go ahead with the reading, get knocked down by humour I throw out of my pockets. This post has been dedicated to & goes live here too: REFLECTIONS- CLICK THIS One community that falls prey to maximum mockery that falls parallel with their population too in the Arabian

Rainy Irony

2012-07-28T11:32:00.002+03:00

Picture Courtesy Little Johnny begged the rains to go away, for he wanted to play. Some of today's large hearted Johnny's have royally offered treasure to the Lord with an appeal for the rains. Lets call it religious pragmatism? So much so, all for the rains that Johnny did not want, but the farmers do need and ultimately we all. Not obnoxious an act, in contacting the Lord with a

No Proxy For Fun

2012-07-26T19:38:00.001+03:00

Courtesy Google An unknown dark side of your loving friend, when strikes on you like the untold lightening, you recoil in repugnance. Lost. How a drug for cure could turn into a curse too. When you learn about a young man drop dead on his dinner table, little do you realize the darker secret behind the whole anecdote? The dreaded truth of the mere pain killer capsules. You ought to know

Labyrinth of Anguish

2012-07-18T17:48:00.000+03:00

http://adda.at/Spicy117 This is an ode to the countless "women" who are physically exploited and to those female infants who were cursed/killed/abandoned for they were born with female hormones. Image Courtesy The bearer of progeny, She is Pacifies a man's existence Personifies love. A bubble of life her seat, Stretched hands, quench of love, She was to soar.

Johnny Walker v/s Ekta Kapoor

2012-07-11T21:42:00.001+03:00

v/s Picture courtesy Google Warning: An extra dose of humour causes no harm but be aware of it. Note: Lot of hindi terms have been used in this article exclusively with the intention of poking some humour. Just as wild as the summer air, is my musing over the gender wars. Just as hot as the above pictures, are what seem more like a cacophonous ohh ohh- hey hey of the age old gender Tu

Dogs Days of Gulfi

2012-06-22T12:53:00.000+03:00

Dogs days of summer is here, in this region of GCC (Gulf Cooperation Council). There may be parts of world where people long for summers to renew from freezing winter. But for the Gulfi's summer is the most unwelcome period. When residents flee on holidays. Children schools close, construction works get delayed. Tendency of people falling sick intensifies. And the list is huge. Here's a

I am Love

2012-06-11T06:53:00.004+03:00

World in Palm

2012-05-17T19:42:00.000+03:00

This article won a award at "Internet is Fun" blogging contest conducted by Indiblogger and Vodafone. Image Courtesy This is no commercial for Apple I Phone or for Vodafone. This is neither a story of mine nor of my phone. These are highlights of how Internet has transformed all parts of society, our lives(example mine). It is not just fun but also an essential entity. This

The Departure That Was Not

2012-05-04T21:04:00.002+03:00

It was never going to be an ordinary day .....................she stood still watching with her wet eyes as she departed from her lover........... Image Courtesy Google She watched him walk off into his luxury bus to his far off destiny, after waving the sad good bye to her. It was a rainy afternoon. Poured cats and dogs. She almost drenched fully in spite of the umbrella which