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There is some mistake in the picture. Can you spot it?

The mystery of Swimming Pool...

I went for Swimming Pool today. The movie was put up under the "Pure Cinemas" banner in Sathyam Cinemas. Usually it is showed at 9.45pm, and unusually today it was shown at 4.00pm. Pure Cinemas is one dubious title, for if you don't like a movie and argue on the title, the rebuttal, often a safe one, is that you are naive or unsophisticated, to enjoy its intricate details. But if Swimming Pool means that, then I prefer to be called naive, rather than to act as if I understood even one bit of the movie.

Well the movie started like an art movie, bits and parts, left for the viewer to assemble in their own perspective, and make a meaning, which was obviously missing.
The movie involved some obscenes, but since it was supposed to be "pure", they were edited, not with stars or blurred images but edited in the sense, the whole scene had been removed! Now that not only removes the nudity, it also removes the whole plot.

The movie on the whole was a bit over 90 minutes, which without editing would be atleast 30 minutes more. On the whole the movie looked like a poor assembly of different pieces which made no meaning or moral. It was like stumbling upon 4 tires, a torn engine and an old chassis, then building a car on it, moreover expecting it to run. Ofcourse, I bet the movie is not so bad or meaningless, but the way the Satyam guys presented it was useless. I wonder how they kept it running for over a week. It was a letdown by Satyam, by any standards.

The audience were puzzled, throughout the movie, not to mention the shock when the end-credits came up. I think this is what they meant by a suspense movie. It was a suspense till the end, and even after that, on what the movie revolved around. It was also stated as a thriller movie. But again I suspect the thriller was when some person in the audience lost his cool and stripped the movie screen or stabbed the person sitting next to him. Sadly it didn't happen in my show. So I didn't get to see the thriller part.

All in all its a strict NO-NO movie in Satyam (might be better in DVD). The mystery of the swimming pool is a joke on the audience. Ofcourse when a movie is made and released it is with the best of intensions to please the audience, so let me recap the positives of this movie.
Here goes:










the end.

Did you realise

that some private companies "offer" extra salary,
to compensate for the "extra" medical expense,
that the job incurs.

That's why it is called COMPENSATION!

the end.

How the name Subro came up

My name is Subramoniam.
The oddity lies in the "O", after the "M", where it
should have been an "A".
An oddity in Chennai, and neighbouring places, for
this is how my name is spelt in my native place,
in Kanyakumari District.

I was called Subi, in school, at home, everywhere
around when people chose to escape my long name.
It was in college, first year, that my friend Vikram
first called me "Subro". He thought he was right,
because he knew there was an "O" somewhere, but he misplaced
it. He didn't ask for my approval. The name spread
quite fast among college friends.

Subro I was called from then, in college. They didn't
even know I was called Subi, in the first place.

What's in a name? Well there is...

Subro is quite a catchy term (atleast for me), and when people call me
like that it feels more like a title, than a name.
Bro usually stands for a brother, I interpret my friends
take me as a brother. (no crying please)

Whats the Su stands for, you may ask. Well they may think
I am hot, hence the expression, "Su".
Just for the sake of explanation and to provide you with some
comic relief for reading my blog.
Again, just for explanation, they don't think I am
very hot or a piss off, in either case I would have been
called... "Susu-bro".

Very recently, this very name was famous for the wrong reasons.
And I thought of giving up this identity. But I didnt.
This is me, my character, my personification. I am proud to be me,
hence why shouldn't I, to be called "Subro".

I have an email ID with that name, also this very blog is named so.
But I am not attached to it, not more that a person needs to be,
to his name.

I felt that the very reason why I am called Subro, needs to be stated
somewhere to the puzzled readers, who shouldn't confuse it with the
famous "Subro Case". Actually this should have been one of my first
messages in this blog.

There are few mods to my name. I heard my friends
Vivek and Vijay call me "Super" Subro.

But doesn't "Sappa" Subro rhyme better?


the end.

Am I the body?

Every born kid is a little beauty,
If it is a girl people call her sweety,
as we grow our features change a lot,
afterall we are living and not a robot!

Till I was 12 I was very thin,
I was tall, friendly and can sing,
things were different after my teen,
When I came out, I was no longer lean!

Somewhere in the middle, facial hairs grew,
there were changes, experiences were new,
I was conscious about my actions and sound,
I was sensitive to the world around.

In college another transition began,
This time I changed from boy to man,
just when I thought changes were over almost,
Another trouble, my hair was getting lost!

The transition is a lifelong process,
More to come are white hairs and weekness,
"How different will I be tomorrow?",
The thought takes me to deep sorrow.

But should I be worried about my body,
Surely not, for I am a man, but not even if I was a lady.
for more important than what beauty I got,
IS what good I did with it, to honour GOD.

The body is like the name we give,
to recognise ourselves from another when we live,
It is not our own, but belongs to the earth,
Identify yourself with your soul, which has many births.

the end.

AIRTEL rings the wrong tune

I wanted to write a bit on the advertising techniques used
by Airtel for long, but another fancy tactics by them, yesterday,
urged me to post it today.

There are hundreds of ways Airtel uses to advertise its products,
but what's with the calling?

Six months back, my grandmother was taking her mid-day rest, when
at around 2.30pm the telephone rang incessantly.
It took sometime for her to realise that infact the phone
was ringing and it was not a dream, as she earlier imagined.

She stumbled across the room, in a rush, not wanting to miss the
call, since if it is a call at mid-day, it has to be important.

Half awake she instinctly pressed the handset to her ear, only
to hear the computer blabber, "Boring ringtones, Change to
Airtel Hello Tunes...".

What can be more boring.

Telephone is an important device, integrated into our diurnal activities
in this modern world. There has to be some restrictions, which we as
humans should and do realise, like not calling after 10 pm, or before 6 am
or at noon, because people need Privacy.

But the computer from airtel has no norms. The poor advertising
technique reflects the "cheap" behavior of a leading communications
brand.

I am sure many of you guys, who used airtel cellphone would have
received plenty of SMS's notifying that new towers are added...
everywhere.

How important is this message, or how pressing is the need to send
an SMS. A couple of times, I had stopped my bike to check the message,
only to find a report on towers added in unknown areas.

A couple of times, I had missed messages from my family members,
assuming it is one of those unwarrented messages. What poor judgement,
but everyone I guess will fall for it.

I once got a call at 10pm in my landline, which broke my slumber, only
to find the boring hello tunes message once again.

I had complained about it twice, but I guess Airtel turns a deaf ear
to the things they don't want to listen.

Nowadays I get the call in my cell phone too. I cut it on seeing the
121 at the end. But that doesn't save me from stoping my bike,
after cutting the traffic, digging deep into the pocket
in a frenzied attempt to save the call, only to find the computer calling...

The call and message frequency has increased notably both for landline and
cell phone and it haunts me like the terminator one-liner "I'll be back".

I know it will come back, but dont know when. It may be this instant
I am typing this post, or tomorrow, or probably next week.

My phone is ringing... just as I thought, I see 121 in the end.

Is it wrong to ask for some privacy?

the end.

The last hour...

I am from a middle class family. Very middle class.
In the sense that owning a car is a big dream.
But I can see at the end to the dark tunnel of hope,
the light which I hoped would change my desires to actions.

Truth unfolds what lies in store, on instructions from time.
For time alone knows what happened when, and what goes beyond.

Time gifted me the job I wanted with an American MNC,
and thats when I felt closer to my dreams,
of enjoying the worldly pleasures I deserve.

Work was normal at first. I never noticed the nuances of
foreign MNC's leaving the job for Indians to do.
It is an irony that my MNC, has most number of employees in India,
than all the world centres put together.
I vaguely remember proudly boasting to
a couple of friends. Or maybe it was three, it was long back.

"No, this is not outsourcing", I defended. "They notice raw talent
in India. Lets appreciate their efforts for knowing what our Indian
companies failed to acknowledge".

I guess it was I who failed to notice their intentions, until I
got a call from my manager in US last week. I was happy giving him
my regular updates of my work I did. By character, he is known
to little appreciate the efforts of others, I suspect it is out of
fear that complacency would creep in.

Also by character, he is known to push people to their maximum
possible level, physically and emotionally. This was my first such
personal experience.

"Only four modules completed in one week. This is critically emergency
situation. Let me see..."

He made me feel like an underproductive hog.
I was pretty sure it wasnt all that emergency. Afterall, last week
was a busy one, with personal jobs taking over my professional time.
It was this same manager who talked hours on prioritizing jobs.
He was shocked when I implemented it.
How should I know it was only "theoritically" speaking?

He ranted on his multi-viewed advices on how to present myself to the customer
in the best manner. Another point I noticed in this company is they were
happy giving "free" advices more than deserving salary. I accepted
his comments. I felt I was being obsequious. For the very few times I was,
I remember when I am obsequious.

This week I promised to do much better, though physically I was weaker.
He set unrealistic targets of three modules a day, to be strictly followed.
But I had no targets, except to perform better.
This is when I got a reminiscence of my dream.

I am from a middle class family. Very middle class. But that does
not mean my dignity is also middle class, or for rest of my Indian friends.
The pervasive notion on dogs by their owners, is that dogs should always
wag their tails irrespective of how bad the owner treats it. Beat it, scold it,
starve it, and still expect it to wag its tail.

But hope he knew I wasn't one. Or perhaps he didn't.
I was optimistic he didn't think so.
But I had this question lurking inside me, why don't the people
in US or UK office work atleast half as hard.

Maybe because they are masters. They thought they were masters.
They were not.

This week I had infact done three modules a day.
That was because I was extremely lucky, so was he to find me.

He called again on the last day of the week, and asked about
my performance. He was not happy with nine modules that week.
He wanted more, more, more.

I feel it is always easy to give commands, and tell how we should go about
working. Like in cricket, a bunch of jokers rant for hours as to how a player
must have handled the ball, or how another player should be removed from the team.
Respectable fools, you should be in the middle to realise the game.
In my case, maybe he thinks I am a Robot, who can just repeats the monotonous work
irrespective of whether it is day or night. Maybe he thought I was a cheap
slave gifted to him.

Mahatma, lived by setting an example and then requested people
to follow him. My manager wanted me to do things he probably didn't try.
Afterall he is not Mahatma, he is just another ambitious manager, who has
his own problems and deadlines. But even I have my own problems.
There was a sense of emotional pressure, as feelings tried to vent out of me.

I asked my friend for a minute with him. He said he was busy,
rightly so his manager was on phone.
Maybe he was falling into the same trap I was in. I wanted to warn him.
He was smiling on phone.
I minced my words and wished him luck. I never wanted to burden him with my problems, or intimidate him on the job, for he may have different
perspective on his work. The perspectives may be blatantly contrasting
like the mid-day sun shine above our heads, when it is midnight in the US.

I wanted to scream at the top of my voice, but I imprisoned my emotions.
I was tight lipped, but my eyes gave way to the persistant tears.
It must have pained for it, as it did for me. What is this
life with all work, rewarded with more work.
I haven't even seen the day...for many days.

I phoned the number I easily remember as my date of birth.
"Hello, heLLo, hellOO, hello...", I waited for her to hang the phone.
My mother blessed me with four different tones.

I moved into the pantry, and felt cozy in the company of the vending machine.
I thought of blurting out my feelings to it, well then, it was also a servant
in place. People just demand what flavours they want, and it is expected
to perform. I had seen people swearing on it, lastly a week ago. I can
emphatize with it now, "I feel it", I cried.

I pressed a button at random, and waited for it to complete the call. "I
am your friend, I dont want to order you". My cup was filled with elachi tea,
I inferred that I pressed it. I was in no mood to drink it though.

I moved to the open verandah space, and peeped out of the window, I could see
a couple quarreling on the road, the crowd was least bothered. Everyone
has his own set of problems, for problems define life. They say it makes up a
man and builds his character.

I disagee with it. If you want a reason, I am a coward.
I found out today. Maybe I use this as a tool to show my incompetence.
But I am a coward, and I dont want to take it anymore.

I am from a middle class family. But the tunnel I saw is suddenly
closed. I inturn closed my eyes to the outside world, and breathed in
deeply. I remembered the song by pink floyd:

"Goodbye cruel world, I am leaving you today,
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.
Goodbye all you people, there's nothing you could say,
to make me change my mind, Goodbye!"

I turned back to check the lobby. A tired security, probable bored with work,
yawned and had my back against me. "Hey security, I am bored to death. I lead."
I was proud that I am controlling my life at last, er. my death. My sense
of humour never lost me. I am going to murder it now.

I am a coward, so I needed inspiration even to do the simplest things then
possible; to jump out of the window. I raised my hands, eyes still
closed, looping the lyrics of the song in my mind.

It felt good. I thanked God for the life I had, and requested for a
place by his feet. Standing still with my eyes closed for a minute,
my mind went blank.

In an instinct I darted out of the window, five floors felt too long.
The air against my face was a new experience, and my stomach was really tickling.
I could have laughed easily with that sensation, but I didn't. I thought
how the guys doing that trick, with the rope tied to their legs would feel,
can't get it's name now. What was it...

I knew I reached the ground, but surprisingly there was no pain. I landed
chest first and I felt the cement floor trying to pierce my chest. But
no pain. I imagined that I must be lying crippled. I feared moving even a bit,
because I feared pain.

It sure is strange to see the vehicles from underneath. I can hear the sound of guard screaming for help. But I couldnt hear anything after that. I must have
lost my hearing capacity, and who knows I might also be muted.
I didnt try to talk or scream till now.
If I had to talk I would have done it on my manager's face.
My ego tells me not to let out a shrill. I decided to obey it,
afterall it was with me all my life, and I wanted to honour its wish.

I can see clouded images with my right eye, but all in black and white,
that too for a circle of about 6cm diameter.
I feared my left eye was out of place.
The first thing I saw was my right foot almost upto my face.
Maybe I denied my body the pleasures of yoga, and it is fulfilling itself
in the final possible stages. I last saw a stream of water flowing. I could not
dstinguish its colour. I assumed it was blood.

There was a sudden excrutiating pain in my hip, like a thousand thorns
pricking through my groin. But the pain soon became comfortable.
May be my brain cells were failing to recognise the pain. My circumference of vision became smaller, and smaller until it was an unrecognisable dot.
I knew I was near the end. I was happy about it.

I hoped I posed the best picture for the photos, and not naked anywhere.
I am a man of self-dignity, and wanted to die the same way.

The last thing I got right was the word "bungee jumping".
I was happy I figured it out.
My mind was with me all the time. I am a widow now, since it failed, after
helping with the last puzzle. What show of faith.
But I am not a widow for long, my soul soon followed, into the righteous
path, this transition to eternal life, I hoped will be better than
my life at earth.

I am from a middle class family, and my life ends now, taking with it
my dreams. The light I saw, was that of solution; and the solution was
to end my life.

Again time will only tell if it is the right move. I hope my eternal dreams
gets fulfilled. But one problem if I am troubled there...

I cannot die again.

the end.

Did you realise

That "STOP" signals are painted RED,
because it is the shortest word,
hence easiest to read and react!

the end.

Did you realise

That the concept of the vending machine put in Tamil is:
"Mothala mukkanam, apparam kakkanum!"

the end.

A word of thought

Thalaivar sonnar...

"Kadavul ketavangulukku, narai kuduppar,
aana kai vituruvar;
nallavangallai sodhipaar, aanal kaivitiramaataar"

Aanal ippo namalukku nalathu nadantha,
nammo last stages of nalavangala,
illai first stage of ketavangalla?

Ithukku thaan Nayagan modhalaiyae sonnar:
"Theriyilaiyaeppa".

Enna semma mokkaiya?

mudivu.

Punch dialogue by my colleague

My colleague had a punch dialogue to show up yesterday:

"Naan namburavangalukku Saami,
Yethiringulakku Tsunami!"

the end.

My Love

I glanced her through my window sill,
Everytime I saw her, my heart would fill,
Completing her picture time inbetween,
She was tall and very lean.

I was captivated with what I saw,
My eyes were fixed with an open jaw,
Observing all the things she did,
Re-living the joy of a five year old kid.

What lovely voice,
What elegant poise,
She had everything nice,
She was also equally wise.

She was perfect in many ways,
The best girl I would find in any case,
Dreamt of marrying her and living happily forever,
Wait a minute! Who is that beauty behind her!

Our age finds pleasure in mindless attractions,
Don't pay heed to such infactuations,
For you will know when you find your true love,
I haven't till now, so dont ask me how!

the end.

NFS 5 is the greatest racing game... ever

The gaming world also is not spared of the community divide, just like the real life. Based on the community, the members have their own set of best games, and enjoy playing them time and again happily living ever after.There are communities which still enjoy solitaire on their best machine, 486, 100Mhz, run with win 3.1. I would say that this commnity is almost extinct.

To show the blatant variations, I present the best community,which proudly displays the features their machine can out-perform,usually spilling their monitors with super 3D images while they try their hand at the games, taking the best possible screenshots.Easily gulpable by this community is Prince of Persia - the sands of time, and GTA vice city.

My machines stands inbetween, a P3, 650, 196 MB Ram cannot do much, right?Wrong!

My machine does push its performance to the extremes, easily with my64MB Geforce. And I would like to say, the best game for my PC is "NFS - 5 Porsche". This game is so creatively made, that you would never like to leave its trail.I bought this game in pirated CD market, the first game I ever bought, for Rs.250. I didnt know anything about this game, or anygame for that matter,because I bought this the very next day after I owned a computer.

That time, I had just 64MB ram and 8MB graphics card.But the game was a roar. I have never seen such a flawless(or can I say with least bugs) game ever since.The music and songs, a new technology introduced by EA, surely worked.What great songs, you can feel the adrelin pumping on hearing them.

Technically too, the cars are physically the way Porsche wanted them to be.The handling, braking and turning differs car to car, so does the maximum speed,and manuevring skills.
A 356 Coupe rides like a boat and can easily go off balance if you try to over-turn, in a average speed. But the Carreras and GTs define the fast cars and controls, the way they should.

Surely Porsche is many a car lover's dream machine and its way too costly for a common man to afford. This game provides the best alternative to your dream of driving a porsche. The game modes are plenty, the best is "Evolution", wherein your car and driving skills mature and advance over time - real time in years. You start with the 356 and probably end with the latest, I have come as far as the 959.

Other than that there is the knockout, lap race, single race and the attractive multiplayer option. There is also a multimedia presentation called "timeline", which shows how Porsche evolved through time. All in all this game provides a rich gaming experience and redefined the world of racing games.

This game is one of my all time favorite and my best racing game.

Producer: EA GAMES
Year of Release: 2000
Title: Need for speed Porsche Unleashed, Porsche 2000
No. of Players: Single player mode(1 player), multiplayer (8 players)
System: P3, Celeron, and above. But graphics card a must.

the end.

Whats with Valentine's day celebrations?

Valentine's day is surely becoming more and more important in our lifestyle. But do we need such a day to show our love?

Its understandable what effect Valentine's day has in the West, but our culture is different.We had traditionally followed the arranged marriage system, live with our parents till we get married, and depend on them emotionally and moniterally.

It would be better if we celebrated the day when we show them our gratitude for their efforts. There is this mother's day, which few people know and acknowledge.The father's day has a grimmer response. How many of you know there is a family day, much like the "thanks giving" in the West.

We recognise friends day to an extend, but that doesnt answer my point; what do we show in return to our family?

I could have accepted Valentine's day, if it had been wife's day or something similar, because again it is a respect you show to your family.

What is this valentine's day? And who is your valentine?
Many a times I have seen TV commercials showing hunks with roses, kneeling down and asking time and again: "Will you be my Valentine?" Can your love be decided in a day?
And also that same lot of people willing to spend thousands of rupees for one day celebration,which is utterly meaningless.

I prefer to stay away from disco parties anyway.

But that is a different issue. What I am trying to bring out here is Valentine's day celebration is useless, when compared to mother's or father's day celebrations,and people attach funny values to Feb. 14th, and start celebrating!

You see the papers, there are hearts everywhere. You see the TV, lovers' ads and movies all around.At this rate Valentine's day may soon be declared a national holiday, and very soon we are also going to see Valentine's day parades and speeches from our leaders!

There should be a sense of responsibility and clarity in knowing what is what?You want to celebrate Valentine's day...Fine.

Atleast see that its with the same girl every year.

not the end.

Aren't we lucky?

On my way to a party in a hotel, a five star,
I came across a family in despair from my car,
Scrambling through the bins in rush,
In the main road not caring about the vehicles that hush.

A lone cry of a nude child,
Barely five, having a tiny body, hanging on life,
Screaming as loud as its quenched throat can say,
The lungs clearly visible, he was skin & bones all way.

The father who looked visibly unkempt,
Fighting with dogs and cows in a fitful attempt.
The family looked drained and frail,
No food for three days, had made them pale.

The mother was scrambling a hotel bin for food,
I felt "for all the party I enjoy, let me do them some good".
Gave the lady ten rupees - her face finally looked happy & good.
She rushed to a roadside shop across, and ordered for some cheap food.

As the food packets reached her hands, she must have thought,
My family is saved for the day, let's think of tomorrow when it dawns.
Though her body visibly aches and wanted to lay,
Her will-power made the steps back the way.

An overspeeding truck blaring hard its horns,
Couldn't control its motion and overran her all.
A crowd gathered around the corpse, noise was around.
The irony was; when she needed them, they were not found!.

All this view, I had from the car I was in,
Looked around to see my costly cell phone and everything.
God what value is ten rupees to me,
Yet there lies this lady, her story for tycoons to see.

As I saw the father and son move into the crowd,
I couldn't help thinking how they would react.
Two minutes after going in, I heard no uproar,
God, maybe they were too weak to cry their hearts to the core.

Near the body,which was drenched in blood,
There was no commotion, not even a fret.
Sitting in a corner was the man with his son,
Scavenging on the food packet...eating till it was all done.

The whole incident left an impression on me,
I skipped my dinner and thought of life of these three,
God I am grateful and I promise to be glee,
I ask the people who read this: "Aren't we lucky?"

not the end.

Do we perceive GOD?

A scene at the darshan queue in Tirupathi devasthanam...

"Jai Jai Govinda...Ambika, Latha-va parthalai enakku pidikartha illai di. Avalum, aval moonji yum.Avaluku rendu purushan-aamae?''
"Seri thaan Akka. Nethi karthalai kooda aval yein veetuku vanthu, 100 rupai ketaal. Naan ilainu tein"
"Solumpothu thaan niyabagam varuthu, Perumal undila poda 1000 Rupai eduthutu vanthiya di, illai maranthutiya."
"Pona vaarame eduthu vechutein akka. Marapeina naa."
"Intha trip namo evalov naal-a plan panrom, illaiya di. Perumal iniku thaan kuputar".
"Solamaranthutein akka, Vijayanu yein colleague iruka illaiya, avalum varanum na...nalla velaiku
aval varela, aparum nambo freeyavum comfortablea vum irukka mudiyathu."
"Aval namavaala?"
"Illai Akka."

"Inum evalove nerum ahumnu theriyalaiyae? Kaal valikarathu"
"...Narayana Hari Narayana..., yein pa, vera engaiyavathu poi pichai yedu. Onum thara mudiyathu po po."
"Ava solitae irukka, po paa. Thodathai, po po".
"Akka vango, line novrathu."

"Yein munadi irukara thadi saniyan ellam maraikurale."
"Thalli vudungo akka, namakku Perumal tharisanam thaan mukiyam."
"aa haa. Perumal therirar. (Saniyan saniyan eval naala enaku mulusa theriyalae.)"

"Aiyayo anga parungale akka, oru paati vulunthuta, thooki vudalama."
"Va va, kootam kamiya iruku, vera yaravuthu thooki viduva"

"Haa, Perumale elarum nalla irukanam, elarukkum nalla manasayum, santhiyayum kudu"

"Ena alaga irunthaar Perumal."
"Nammo nariya poniyam panitoom di, Bhagavan santhoosam aiyuruppar... ilaiya?"

not the end.

Mr. CLOCK

My name is Mr. CLOCK, known to everyone,
I have three hands, which always run.

I tell you when it is morning, I tell you when it is night,
I always keep up with time, and I am placed before people's sight.

My face is either round or square, and numbered one to twelve,
There are five divisions between any two numbers, you should remember this well.

My shorter hand is little thick and also slowest by far,
the number to the left of which, tells you the correct hour.

My longer hand, which is not the fastest of the three,
Gives you the minutes, but multiplying the number on its left with five, holds the key.

My thinnest hand and also the longest one,
tells you the seconds, when every division is counted in the run.

If you need the minutes as accurate as possible,
adding the number of divisions to the product it is findable.

If you understood what I taught, can you tell my time,
Yes, its 5 hours and 5 minutes, and you have learnt a new rhyme.

the end.

Did you realise

An idol's mind is a devotee's workshop.

the end.

Did you realise

It is peculiar how God creates man, creates God.

the end.

Ode to Mother

Today morning I read the sad news,
Letter from my son, who went in recluse.

I am now guilty of what I did to you,
twenty five years is too long a due.

Now I look at myself with shame,
Was I so rude, was I insane.

So cheap was my love for skin,
I overlooked your true beauty within.

Many a times I have told, "I love you",
All to her, none to you.

Why did you have a heart of gold,
worse still your true beauty untold.

Mother, I cant imagine the pain I have caused,
In your sweet smile, your miseries were lost.

How many days you must have cried?
Still praying for me, my wife and child.

My wife is also a mother now,
She played here path with true faith and love.

Her son has disgraced her the same ways,
repeating my old dirty days.

Mother, I am coming home today.
To cry for you and mend my ways.

Thank You God, atleast now I knew,
MOTHER THE BEST THING EVER HAPPENED TO ME IS YOU.

not the end.

It happened to me

Five minutes back I was all right,
Now I am going down without a fight.

My vision is blurred by tiny droplets,
It is a bright sunny day, but things are hopeless.

The suffocation is much worse than the cooum,
How much longer will I suffer with no room.

I am going to faint, I am going to die,
My hand instinctly pulled up the vizer up high.

Freshed air gushed in bringing new life,
I feel spirited, lively and nice.

Thank God I am alive to complete this song,
I will never ever sneeze with my helmet on.

the end.

Colleague on kumble's parents

My colleague today had an interesting perspective on Kumble's parents' names.
Father - "Amble". Mother - "Pomble". Kuzhanthai - "Kumble".
Now thats a google.

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Did you realise

That ladies are very attractive to men. Thats why they are called WOO-MEN.

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Did you realise

That there is a proverb, 2 heads are better than one, but no one with 2 heads!

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Did you realise

That Lunch is not the food, but the excuse we give for not working.

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Tamil serials today

I am a regular serial buff, in the sense that my hands shiver, my legs wobble and I would likely suffer from mental seizure, if I dont have my daily dose of Tamil serials.
But there is a trend portrayed or rather stereotyped in all serials today which I completely despise.

WOMEN SHOWN AS BAD VILLIES, just to bring out the goodies of the main character.

I dont think there is nothing wrong to have a villian/villi for a series, and portray them with some gundas to do a mean job. For tamil cinema standards, it would be 5 murders, 2 rapes and also some random pyromaniac and theft cases. For a series, which is supposed to be more like the home food as against the hotel food called Cinema, small misdemeanour should suffice.

WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE.

The idiot box is showing some character, an inclination towards the dark side. Today, all series has a bad villi, who goes to any extent to get her things done. Killing has become an easy task, as depicted by the serials. Bribing doctors, engineers, food manufacturers etc, with a typical household situation, does have an everlasting bad effect on the people.
Are people safe anymore?

Previously, say for killing, only gundas were appointed. Nowadays any common man is shown to kill either out of fear for villi or for money. Anything shown time and over again, gets picturised as normal in humans, that is the nature. Else why do you think they are showing commercials over and over. All I presume is that if serials have a similar effect... God knows where this world would head.

UNHEALTHY DEPICTIONS IN SERIALS SHOULD CHANGE FOR THE GOOD OF THE PEOPLE.

Why is it the Government has banned showing liquor and cig. advertisements?
If it is for the betterment of the people, then such infectious serials should also be banned, or atleast there should be a censorboard for serials. Or is there?

And my last request is:
IN INDIA WOMEN ARE RESPECTED AS SECOND TO GOD. SHOULD WE STOP DEFAMIN THEM>

the end.

Did you realise

That it is not your shirt, but you who has a paunch.

the end.

A joke in everybody's life

2 weeks ago there was a family get together, wherein our entire circumference of family members got together, for the infortunate incident of last-rights for my maternal grandfather.
As it is easy to imagine, the scene is always copious with old people, first and second cousins, who are coming together after a very long time.

One of my grandfathers, wanted to know who an old lady sitting and chatting the family stories was. He came up to her, wherein I was also seated, and asked who the lady was to me. I took charge and explained starting, "Well you know thatha, there is one K. Achi". He was quick to answer, "I know K. Achi, but how is this lady related to her". The patti beside me was quick to answer, "I am that K.Achi". We had a small laugh at the unintended comedy life poses. These two started talking a bit, and patti, couldnt recognize who this man was.

Again I took the charge. "Well you know V. Thatha." She was quick to reply, "I know V. Thatha, and how is he related to him". Then the thatha interrupted "I am V. Thatha". That got the group roaring with laughter, much like a solace in that situation.

I guess old age is a fun time to be. Take a look around and Imagine how the people surrounding you, will look in 30 years time. Will you recognize them. Now that sure is something to laugh about.

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Satyam Cinemas... the best in Chennai

Chennai hosts many multiplexes, quite famous among them are Satyam, Devi, Mayajaal, Abhiraami, Udayam. But none beats the Satyam in Ambience and feel.
Though Abhiraami comes a close second there are a few features, unique to Satyam like,
Get tickets from any line, internet booking, telephone booking, best HR practices etc.
Also the Satyam cinemas is a frontier in technology introducing the RDX format.
Whats more, it also plans to build an IMAX in the same complex, and also 2 other complexes in Poonamallae High road, and the second in Vadapalani (???).
Its always fun time at Satyam, with the rich cinema experience and variable showtimings, there is a movie for everyone at any instant you enter the complex.
The parking lots are equally organised, as is the entrance, exit and pantry areas.
I should also comment that the pantry areas and the restrooms become quite crowded at times.
But that is understandable.
The sound quality and picture quality, along with the rich upholstry and sophisticated ambience,
provides the best cinematic experience possible.
And I should also add that this comes at no extra cost, infact any price you give for the tickets, Satyam always tops it with value added service.
They recently received awards for best HR practices.
With so many people turning out at Satyam, especially during the weekends, you might just be lucky enough to catch up with your old friend or rub shoulders with the famous.

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Did you realise

That the loudest sound in your cell phone is the silent vibrator mode!

Did you realise

Did you realise that the costliest item in a hotel is the bill. Everything else comes free and this comes uncalled for!

Triplicane Parthasarathy Temple

I was fortunate to make my first visit to this magnificient temple on Saturday, 4th Feb,2006. It is about 2 kms from the beach road. A small lane after police quarters leads to the temple pond first.

The temple surroundings surprisingly retains the traditional look, much like Mylapore. There is enough parking place for vehicles and good shoe store.

The temple has an ancient feel to it. Its origin is dated back to 700AD. A foray pillared on both sides, leads to the main gate. Behind the gate is the main hall, which hosts the kumbam and some small shops for cassette and photo sales.It also has provisions for drinking water and places to sit and rest.

Another gate, much like the first one, leads to the main devastanam. Though you cannot see the shrine or its architecture from there, you know you are near and a sense of excitement captures your steps.

There are 2 lanes to the main shrine, a darma darshan, and paid line. These 2 lanes, leads to another room, which hosts the main shrine.

As you enter the room through the bell door you face the the Lord VenkataKrishna.But since people, esp. the guards urge you to move on, you follow the curved line which takes you away from the sight of Lord, but takes you to other shrines.

There is a shrine of Sri Ramar with Sita and Lakshman, and also a miniature of Sri. Ranganathar.

The main shrine of Lord.VenkataKrishna stands about 10 feet tall, and is grandly decorated in a war like costume. The Lord with mushtache and a smiling face, has counch on his right hand and his left hand points to his feet.The couch denotes knowledge and the hand position denotes that HE is above all else.There is a sword to his left and also a small knife tucked in his belt.His brother stands besides Him, on HIS left side and to his right is the idol ofAndal, very well decorated.

Thulasi is offered as prasad, and the return path is lighned up with idols of alwars, and ends with Lord Anjaneya, facing the statue of Lord Rama, I mentioned earlier.

The outer circumference is covered by many more idols, including Andal, Krishnar, Anjaneyar etc.

This is one of the ancient temples of the three:
1. Kapaleeshwarar Temple in Mylapore.
2. Parthasarathy Temple in Triplicane.
3. Murugar Temple in Vadapalani.

The main lord is called VenkataKrishnar, because a king (Sorry for my ignorance of not knowing his name or complete details) wanted Lord.Venkatesa of Tirupathi, to give him darshan as Krishna, who was Parthasarathy(Partha- Arjuna, Sarathy-charioteer) in the battle of Kurushetra in Mahabharata.

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