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The tomorrow that I desired yesterday

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Today is the tomorrow I dreamed about yesterday! Some days stands out in our calender just like lady-in-red from the crowd. And we always look forward to them :)

My best friend Madhan is celebrating his Graduation today. He gave up his fat-cheque-computer-career in Chennai to peruse Masters in Logistics in Singapore. While getting into NTU, which is one of the top 25 business schools, is hard enough. Adapting to different country, people , relative scoring system and two years of innumerable assignments/projects work is no cake walk either. Well done Mad! While you relish the view at the top of mountain, remember it’s the climb that matters :) Keep climbing. Sky is the limit. Wishing you a successful career Mr Dream chaser! - Feel Inspired!

I am making history today (namaku thaan varalaaru panradhu ellam vaaza pazham sapdra maari). Nothing big, I am wearing this new 30 W sized slim cut black pant which I brought recently. It took 10 month of mouth watering sacrifices for this. I dont ev…

Untraceble Paparazzi

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Have you ever wondered why pets-dressed-like-human contests and thousands-join-to-brush-in-public finds slot in headlines of our channels? And why people dying daily in countries like Iran or Africa news were not given much importance? Few months back, I was shocked to learn that media project mostly good news about developed countries. Even small happenings there are force fed to all of us. That’s why we watch the dog show happening in US/UK which doesn’t have any relevance or impact on us. What about under developed nations? Only the worst of worst news is projected and they don’t even receive the deserved attention.

So what makes news NEWS? You may find numerous answers to this question, but it can be mapped to single most powerful word - Impact! What’s the disaster? How many people died? How many affected? How much loss? The more the damage is, higher the Impact. Higher impact means more TRP. Why TRP is important? Because it’s what channels own and bid, to attract advertisers. When…

Silk saree, Chicken pox and 40$

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"She has gone to the temple. Today is Aadi Velli you know. There is special puja happening in temple and she has gone to pray.I can ask her to call you once she is back" My dad said. "Its ok daddy I would call again in the evening "and I kept the phone down. I stared at my computer screen uninterestingly. I couldn’t wait. It’s an unexplainable urgency, a need to convey myself. I started typing this letter. Which I would post not just to her but to the whole world.

Dear Mom,

I don’t even remember how old I was then, when I started going out with you to the market and temples.My hands were so tiny and you always ask me to hold your small finger. I never left you and I used to play with your saree edge all the time. I spoiled even the silk ones, but you never scolded me. I love the way you hold my chin and comb my hair neatly. One day I got lost in the big shivan temple. It was dark inside the temple and I kept crying, running in circles around the huge pillars. I got s…

Tags that I hate to write about

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Do you judge yourself? I do it all the time. I have to put a tag on my actions. "Good, very good, devil, pure devil, Kind, rude, silly, smart, dumb, dumber, dumbest "- and 1000 other personalised tags which comes handy all the time.

There are loads of good tags. Sometimes it keeps me on to nth cloud for long. Like the time I helped an old lady. It happened a year back. I met this Indian couple in the lift, and the lady had a troubled breathing .Thirty years of experience was more than enough to make me see its the Asthma attack. Upon speaking I learnt the old couple were on the tour with family and forget to carry her medicine. I promptly took out and gave my inhaler. Since asthma attacks are unpredictable I always carry it with me. Thank god Asthalin is the common prescribed drug. I was already late to work so I asked them to keep it. Couple of days later, their whole family was at my door. They wanted to thank and return my inhaler. They also gifted me 1kg of Indian sweet. …

Someday.. I would be myself

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When I was a kid I thought the people in the TV are more fun to hang out with. I also wanted to jump inside and shake hands with Mickey Mouse and Mowgli. How much fun it would be to live with those characters and spend a happy life, no home works or mugging lessons. Someday, I would find a job in TV so I can have all the fun and no work, I told myself.

Few months later I got to travel by Auto-rickshaw for the first time. I enjoyed sitting in the iron bar holding my mom. It seemed so convenient, for I don’t have to walk to the bus stop and don’t have to worry about forgetting slippers in the bus. Dad must have liked it to, no pain of carrying me, when I pretend to have leg pain (sometimes I really do) or doze off while coming back. I can travel just anywhere through small and big roads with ease. No more hot sun, no leg pain, no waiting for bus, no longing for seat. Wow! Someday, I would become an auto driver so I can drive around easily, I told myself
Few years later I realised riding …

Tagged for pleasure

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Have u guys felt the blogging pressure? Blogosphere feels like Blogopressure.Sometimes I just cant think of anything to write. I know I got to and I want to except I am not able to write it as a post. There may be so many things to write about, yet my mind would give plenty of excuses. Sometimes words just flow out and sometimes all I want to do is count the keys in keyboard or chat. Thankfully I had a pending Tag from my dear friend Preethe. Tags turn blogging pressure into pleasure. But writing tags in interesting way is yet another challenge. hmm ..at the end of the day a blogger has to do what he/she has to do :)

Q: When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
A: Bad hair day , need a new set of formal wears.

Q: How much cash do you have in your wallet right now?
A: I wont count the cash in my wallet mostly - may be I am too lazy or something, I open and take a wild guess and then that's it , if it seems less I withdraw money. Now I have 5…

Crazy, mad and lost

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Today
I missed my train
In a split second
The head rush
Made me bent down and I gasped
Instead of a "kick in the air" and "oh my shit”
I smiled and tapped on my head
Am I crazy?

I answer " Yes honey"
To my manager's call
I look up and admire street lamps
Like they are xmas's fall
Am I lost?

I mess up things and blush!
A hand on my mouth
And a smile so silly
I keep counting them
To narrate, for they seem so funny!
Am I mad?

I am...
Lost in your thoughts,
Crazy in love, and
Mad about you.

I keep writing about all of them
So while waiting, I can hum
These songs, that lingers
On your eyes and lips
Until the time, mine meet yours’

அந்தி வானில் உலாவினோம், அது உன‌க்கு நினைவில்லையா?

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இத‌னால் ம‌க்க‌ளுக்கு நான் சொல்லிக்கொள்வ‌து என்ன‌வென்றால், அன்பு அண்ண‌ன், அறிவு க‌ள‌ஞ்சிய‌ம் க‌ண்ண‌பிரான் கேட்டுகொண்ட‌திற்கு இண‌ங்க‌ நான் அவ்வ‌ப்போது த‌மிழிலும் எழுத‌(உள‌ற‌) போகிறேன். ஆனால் எதிர் க‌ட்சியின‌ர் சொல்கிறார்க‌ள் என‌க்கு ரீட‌ர்ஷிப் குறைந்து கொண்டே வ‌ருகிற‌தாம், ஜி3, கில்ஸ், அருணா, த‌மிழ்மாங்க‌னி, பிரீத்தீ, இவ‌ற்க‌ளாவ‌து பிண்ணுட்ட‌ம் இடுவார்க‌ள் என்கிற‌ நினைப்பில் தான் எழுதுகிறேனாம்! மெரினா க‌ட‌ல் அருகிலேயே க‌டலை போடும் கள்ள‌ காதலர்க‌ள் போல‌ வாய் கூசாம‌ல் புர‌ளி பேசும் அவ‌ர்க‌ளுக்கு நான் சொல்வ‌து ஒன்று தான். நாய் குட்டிக்கு க‌ர‌ண்ட் க‌ம்ப‌ம் பார்த்து கால் தூக்க‌ சொல்லி த‌ந்த‌வ‌ர் யார்? அப்படித்‌தான் என‌க்கும் இயற்கையாகவே த‌மிழ் எழுத‌ பிடித்திருக்கிற‌து.

பில்டப் எல்லாம் முடிஞ்ச‌து, இப்போ மேட்ட‌ர். ந‌ம்மோட‌ வாழ்கைல‌ சில‌ த‌ருண‌ங்க‌ள் திரும்ப‌ வ‌ராதா?, இன்னோரு முறை அதை அனுப‌விக்க‌ மாட்டோமான்னு? நாம எல்லோரும் நினைச்ச‌துண்டு. அப்போதான் போட்டோக்க‌ளோட‌ அருமை தெரியுது. ஒரே ஒரு கிளீக் ‍அந்த த‌ருண‌ம் கால‌த்துக்கும் சுவ‌டா ப‌திஞ்சாச்சு. அதுக்க‌ப்புற‌ம் அது ம‌ற‌ந்தே போயிடும்.எப்ப‌வோ ப‌ழைய…

Million page hits plan

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Last night my colleague said that I have very happening life, so I write interesting posts about them. Yeah right! If you consider thousands of hairs falling weekly and hundreds growing again or occasional reddish discharge from nose (symptom of recovery they say) as same as happening. But interesting posts? hmm... lets see, my weekly posts gets an average of 50 page hits, 20 comments each but half of them are mine :P

Its time to make them interesting, I thought scratching my head, and then I noticed. I am producing a snowfall at the tropics! Yucky! I have tried almost everything from smelly homemade paste to the new all clear (do they mean hair clear?) shampoo which promises clean scalp and sexy girls begging for date. I may not have cool dude looks of sportsmen, but hey I look decent enough to date. Sigh... anyway... Then I started chewing pencil till I could taste the graphite, chalk would have been better choice. Right then, million dollar (not the one you get near temples to wear …