My Thoughts Keyboarded

The tomorrows of yesterday

2012-01-24T05:21:00.002+08:00

Dear problems

You may had my yesterdays and today but I am refusing to give up my tomorrow.
For tomorrow is mine and I am going to be happy no matter what you do.

Peace
Srivats

Lost clouds and unclee

2012-01-22T13:25:00.006+08:00

Leaf succulent are plants that grow in extreme conditions of the dessert. To be precise, they stay dormant for most of their life, waiting for a random cloud to get lost and pour down some love. Within few hours of rain, they grow, bloom and store as much as water they can in their fleshy inside. A bed of colorful flowers in the middle of the dessert! Then again the dormant cycle begins, it could be weeks, months or even years until it can rain, yet they wait patiently. I came across this, in kid's encyclopedia that I was reading out to 6 year old Sam, my landlord's kid.

"Is the plant sick?" he asked me , tad worried. It took me couple of seconds to realise why he is asking me that. Sam's mom is a nurse and patient can only mean one thing. It's been just couple of weeks since I moved in here, but all it took for Sam and Angeline to befriend me was just a smile. Angeline is turning 3 tomorrow, and had little idea about the discussion, yet she enjoyed sitting there with an open book and being in company. By the way she calls me unclee.

It's time to baptize Sam to Google, so we moved onto my computer table. Angeline climbed up on my lap and peered into the screen, while Sam stood next to me taking it all in. In the next few minutes, Sam learned googling, Angeline learned to click and I found out "patient" came from the Latin word patientia. which meant , one who suffers. It had several similar meanings and I like this one the best. ' The act or power of calmly or contentedly waiting for something due or hoped for; forbearance '

While the mentioned two waited patiently for my explanation, I wondered about succulent plants, patience and me. Desserts were once ocean , and these plants adapted to it. They might seem, poor and stupid. Other plants might pity them. But it is the fortitude that makes miracle happen, for a life affirming rain from a lost cloud is no mistake.

ps: My gratefulness to all those who mailed,sms and called to make sure I am doing ok. You guys are my lost cloud.

Unspoken dreams and Unknown Eulogy

2012-01-16T22:26:00.001+08:00

In a city where people couldn't wait few seconds before the signal turns green, Its only understandable that the body hanging from the tree, on the side of the road hardly got any attention. In the silent hours of today, an Indian worker in his twenties hanged himself for unknown reason(s), I was told by my friend. Feelings are intangible but I could touch the sadness of death.For all we know this could be anyone related to us. Money? love? health? or sheer helplessness? Should I say, why the hell ? or rest in heaven ? Unspoken nightmares? or failed dreams ?

I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about jumping from high floor or slashing my own wrist at times. Believe me the luck I had in last several months can turn a good man bad. I was literally few events away from turning bitter. But one good thing is that I always vocalised my problems. I let them out, sometimes here, sometimes to my friends and mostly to my dear diary.

During my worst times, I only pray for two things. One that I find the courage to handle it, and two to make myself useful to someone around. So it can give me a sense of purpose to carry on. What put me down in the last few months is that, not only I couldn't do charity , but I was depending on charity from people I know. It kills me to walk away from the blind man who sings at the train station without dropping a coin or two. I still donate some but not to my hearts content. Last month I picked up a shampoo bottle someone left near the lift, so people like me can use. As gaga said " I am going to be star, you know why, I have nothing to lose"

I always end my posts with hint of positivity and hope, because I believe that the more you celebrate life, there is more to celebrate, but on this particularly low black Monday I want to throw a punch in the air and accept that life isn't fair at times. Flowers would be picked , people would still eat and life would go on. Who would remember the guy who oscillated his last breath on the park tree ? Thankfully my friend Willy did. Not only he went back to the place in the evening to show respect, he also put a god's picture and flowers for the unknown soul. Its only unfair that the Indian guy didn't get to meet my friend Willy yesterday.

How long is one second ?

2012-01-06T00:36:00.009+08:00

"How long is one second chichu mama?" my nephew asked me, without lifting his head from the jigsaw puzzle we were playing. I looked up wondering what to say. "hmmm.. I dont know kutti, why dont you tell me how long it is?". He smiled at me, with his iam-gonna-make-something-up-look. He held his two tiny hands apart as if he is holding an invisible ball and said "this much". The next ten seconds were long enough to pick him up and swirl him around. He put his arms out and pretended to be a jet plane. We crash landed on the bed and giggled for long.

"NEXT.." the voice was loud enough to jolt me back to where I was. I was standing in the queue to student service at my college. It took one soft drink, 28 pages of Mitch albom's book and a day dream - in total a good two and half hours before I reached the counter.While the short Filipino lady waited impatiently, I fumbled through my valet and handed her my student ID. " hi , I just finished my bridging module and going for masters this semester, I haven't got my schedule for this semester..." , she disappeared into the racks behind, before I finished my sentence.

"Your fee is due " she shouted from somewhere behind the shelves, I bet the student at the end of the long queue would have heard it. "Sorry?" I had to shout back. she held a file while walking back and did not waste any second to rain on me " Your fee is due, U have to pay ......before you start your semester " "but its paid through bank from India" . " Yes but due to conversion rate you are falling short.." , she went back to check some more stuff, while I stood there stumped. My phone flashed with message from my owner reminding me to move out before next month.

After a 15 minutes conversation, she handed me a bunch of forms to fill out, I turned so fast that I bumped into the girl next to me and my papers cascaded the floor. I gathered myself along with the papers,walked over to the front gallery and sat down.

I starred into nothing for long, trying to find answers to questions that are so complex even to spell out. Then I turned towards the gallery, where they showcased students work to attract potential ones. Two mannequins had freaky clothes from fashion department, next to it was a space car from animation department. Then something caught my attention. There it was, the packaging design boxes I made for my last semester, sitting high up in the white table with flash lights around, smiling at me. I smiled ear to ear with misty eyes, hands on my mouth. I held my hands like my nephew and told myself "one second is this long". Long enough to go to the depths of depression and back to flying high like jet plane with hope. Crash landing is so out of question.

Feathered shoes and Gloria in excelsis deo

2011-12-25T16:59:00.001+08:00

U smile ! that's what you do when someone takes a photograph of you, unless there is a good reason behind it, perhaps a death ( although I wonder who would take a picture of in that moment) or if you have made a eternal pact, not to smile at the person behind the camera.

On the other side, why to smile while being photographed ? cant we own the weirdest-custom-made expression that we carry on our face ? I pondered on it, while my photo was taken last night in the Christmas mass at a church here. The photographer is a warden in her early 40 , dressed elegantly in black gown , lush red lipstick and a hair clip and shoes that had feathers in it .she must be from the high class. She seem to be interested to capture the patrons who turned up for the special mass. As she made her way back to her seat her heals drummed the floor, It was loud enough to be heard in the packed church. Before I could reach a conclusion about smiling, the choir started singing, Gloria in excelsis deo filled the room.

There is definitely something about the choir echoing in the church. At the wee hours of yesterday the rain bathed the church and the warmth of hundreds of people gathered to welcome hope, happiness and peace only added to the wholesome experience. I was tired (from standing) and hungry by the time the pastor cleared his throat to deliver the message of The Holy Night. To my surprise he didnot say anything arbitrary that a common non-christian wouldn't understand. He spoke of financial burdens, the loneliness created by the distance from your loved ones and being an outcast. In short All that I am.

As much as I tell everyone that I am a freethinker, I sometimes take the comfort in believing something. Like what the pastor said hours ago. The god choose to be born in a place like cattle shed , in association with Shepard, the lowest and outcast of that time. No air freshener, clean towels or medical care on cotton soft mattress, for he lived like one of us, so people like me can identify with him. A kinship that taught there is always hope and joy no matter what the present looks like.

"Peace be to you" He said, and people around me greeted each other "peace" with a christmasy smile . Without any hesitation I greeted them back with smiles of course. A kid next to me felt comfortable enough to hug me :) I so wished the entire world were these people at church. Where the feather shoes of chinese Christian and bata shoes of Indian hindu can smile and say peace to each other.

Then it hit me, We smile at pictures because we are thinking about all those who are going to see this photograph, now and ever. We are making a snapshot of our lives that might end up living , staring at people more than we do. That it needs to portray , happiness , hope and conviction. A kinship to a happily ever after. Needless to say I smiled at all those who made eye contact at me, as I walked out of the church - I still do.

In a heart beat

2011-08-09T20:33:00.001+08:00

Happy birthday Singapore, thanks for enriching my life in many ways.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lMeihSWbxs

Miles beneath the smile

2011-08-07T01:32:00.004+08:00

2 am saturday night
sitting awake with laptop on
I have thoughts to fight and gauge whats right
So I keep thinking on and on tonight.

Projects to be done
and books to be read
but I gaze on
cause there are things to be said.

cheerful as gay
and a smile ear to ear
thats what people say
but they dont see it clear.

My heart is full
but my valet is light
for love is all i can give at will
till my time is right.

I keep forgetting its the material world
I still keep believing that love could mend
and all we need is some time to spend.

I walk with dreams
and sleep with nightmares
I chase them all day like a dog
and they croak all night like a frog.

With millions friends to help
and million hearts to cheer
I keep hoping things would be better

Its not easy when u give it all up
for what u love
may not fill today's cup

I am tired and may lose
to those black thoughts on the loose

for words killed my smiles today
and laughing so loud,
but behold you demon
here comes another day.

Funny faces and come soon

2011-08-04T10:51:00.011+08:00

"Chichu mama, eppo enna pannum" ( uncle whats now ?)

"nee school ponum " ( you must go to school)

"Appo evening collage okya" (can we do collage in the evening ?)

"ok for sure"

"Ok chichu mama, bye poren" , and after the exchange of ample amount of flying kiss.

" come soon ok ? "

It doesn't matter whether he is leaving for school or I am going out, its always come soon for him.

"chichu mama down poi tata pannanum" (say bye when I go down).

We live in 10th floor and his day care is nearby. The view to the long road is quite clear from lobby and vice verse. So for the next few minutes we keep waving to each other making funny faces.

The bittersweet feeling of watching him go is hard to explain. Back home, Everytime I leave my home, my parents would make it a point to send me off from the gate. They would wait patiently until I walk the whole street. The good bye is never complete without a waving from the end of the street. Sometimes my dad would walk in , but my mom would stay there pretending as casual as she can get, by talking to neighbor.

Sometimes I take a cab but the routine is same. For It doesn't matter whether she could see me or not. If she has an option to see me till rail station or airport, I bet she would. This is by far the guiltiest feeling I ever get. Even though I know I have all the more reasons to travel, to provide for them and hopefully soon enough we would be together. Watching her face as I bid goodbye is the most human emotion i possess. For it tells me I am part of her, for it tell me no matter where this body goes the umbilical cord is still intact.

Once, a wise person I know told me a tamil poem about the hunter. The hunter goes into the wild leaving his loved one (the poem says lover but lets suit our selves) for the catch of the day. As you may know, finding a prey and shooting it down is not like bowling in the east coast park. But he does get it right, always! not just because of his abilities, but because of the love. The one that waits by the door wants him to come home soon and that loving thought is enough to make him succeed. I was flabbergasted the first time I heard this poem! Beautiful!

I think of this every time I wonder about the future. While I stand in the end of the cross roads, I see her face for I know her love is good enough to make me succeed.

Come soon Amma

Can Cannot la

2011-07-29T09:36:00.001+08:00

Singapore is..

Where Chinese who lives in Malaysia, and Malay who lives in Singapore have similar customs.

Its safe to drink tap water and yet most of them buy mineral water bottle (which now believed to have harmful chemicals)

Tipping a taxi driver or anyone is considered an insult!

People get pissed off when train takes a second or two to open the doors to the platform.

Pedestrian thinks pressing the signal umpteen times would make it green soon.

Rickshaw tours are still popular.

-----------you can find public toilet almost anywhere :)-----------

you can see devoted chinese in Ganapathi temples and Indians in Budda temple . The second part mostly involves cannon camera (those with big lenses which looks exactly like the big cannons at war) shutterbugs.

People take part in walking, running and sometimes shaving the head ,not to win but only to donate money to charities.

Men walk around completely "free" in swimming pool shower rooms.

Milo can be declared as national drink.

Senior citizens watch youtube videos in national library computers.

Usage of simple statements like , can can or cannot la, or no ice in drink (dont say dont put ice or dont want ice ) , no need no need - are much appreciated and understood.

People look at you with strange expression if you are not hooked onto ipod/Iphone/ PSP or tab.

Where little India feels just like India, crowded and dirty!

Thou shall always count thy blessings

2011-07-22T00:39:00.003+08:00

Dear you,

Cant believe I am writing this from Singapore. At one point i really packed my dream in a big suitcase and kept it in the loft. Was walking around with clown over my head. The visa , the students loan, I couldn't wrap my mind around the whole thing.

I am now a Master degree student in Raffles Singapore! Feels great to say it, even more to write it. The feeling is bittersweet, still settling. Change of country and new college , new syllabus, profs, class mates whoaaa!

And the best thing that happened to me is the feeling of being loved by my Friends! I am really amazed by the generosity and kindness they have showed me. I had to show a bank balance of the total fee required to finish the course for the visa process. I was depending on the loan to come , which would take days to finish.

I made few phone calls and money just flowed into my account from everywhere. In matter of few days I have become a privileged customer of ICICI Bank :P can you believe that ? not to shabby for someone who hasn't earned for a year and half!

Some even floored me with support that I didn't expect at all. This gentleman took out his time and counselled me on the implication of finance and this person and this person is still helping me to find a accommodation in Singapore!

The best came in the form of four year old joy bundle , Junior " S ". I am staying at my cousin's in Singapore. S is her kid and we became instant hit. He enjoys reading stories, drawing, collage and occasional dancing ( its very funny to see him shaking his bum ) . You got to see him to believe how lively he is. Sometimes he hugs me and tells me " chichu mama i love u" in his sweet toddler voice, and I just melt away.

While my cousin pampers me with home cooking, he fills my time with fun and frolic. To be in presence of a child is to be in presence of love. Kids don't really need fancy gifts, they just need you to be around, to be with them and to listen to them. And when u do that u get more than what you give.

Here is to the love that surrounds me! dreams do come true in its presence.

Time to haste

2011-06-14T00:32:00.001+08:00

Dear you,

My final exams have started today, seems like yesterday , that I started talking about quiting my IT job. Its been one hell of a ride and I already see that this is what I meant to do. It feels so natural! As much as I enjoyed working in IT, i think i missed this life. Where I can wake up and sleep on my own schedule and do very crazy stuff.

Being designer is looking for beauty and inspiration in all that I see, and this has increased my spectrum of taste.The need to experience new stuff and enjoy all that is different is so interesting. Its been more than a year and few months now and I am passing out my diploma this month.

Being wild dreamer , I have applied for one of the best design schools to do masters. Yes! if I am going to do something, I am going to do it right. To affirm that , The Raffles design school - singapore, has evaluated my portfolio and have accepted my application. My teachers are proud and so am I.

Since my dad is priest I am having troubles in getting loan for the education. But I believe and hope things would fall in place. Fingers crossed :)

This is one of my exam work, I have to see and design a poster,corporate ID for the movie, Amores Perros. Unlike other exams u can very well know the result of your design paper right away, Its just on your face isnt ? :)

Dump your Gramophone

2011-05-24T23:04:00.002+08:00

Remember the time someone said something to you and you couldn't get it out of your head. Probably you will end up all night thinking about why he/she said that in the first place. Like a old gramophone record it goes on and on, and every time you would try to come up with better answers or insults you could have possibly given to the other party. Yeah thats exactly I am talking about!

Understanding :
I remember this story from a teacher who taught me meditation. A old man accompanied by two children was sitting in the railway station. The kids were making noises, jumping around, and fighting with each other. A disturbed commuter asked the old man to keep the kids silent. To which he replied, I dont know how to control them , they lost their mother this morning. What seemed like a pure angry and irritation turned into sympathy and love for the kids.

Thats the power of understanding. As much as we want to put ourselves first and declare what a prick the other person is, there must be very good reason why he/she is so. The more we understand the more we can find easier to forgive. No one's perfect , just like us.

Forgiving ourself
You cannot make everyone happy :) Stop being hard on yourself.
More often we feel guilty about the whole thing. "why did i let him talk to me like that" , " why did i do that which invited such remarks" - you get the drift. Say to yourself "I forgive myself when i make mistakes" and move on.

Rituals
When things are bad, communicating with the other person will only worsen it. But we can follow some rituals to reduce the pain. As crazy as it seems, it works!

Pour down everything you have to say in a paper, Yes it HAS TO BE WRITTEN in paper.it symbolizes getting it out of your system. Finish the writing by saying " I forgive you (the person's name)" . Then either burn it, or tie it to the balloon and send it away.
Take a hand full of salt , think about your bad memory, and drain it in sink.
If you are lucky to have a beach in your town, stand in the water and wash of your hands, u dont even need salt.

Forgive for yourself.

The end result is, we want to move on and forgiving the other person will do it. Its not for them but for our own health and peace of mind. Carrying the bad memory is like carrying a baggage and trying to walk, sooner or later you get tired. Before sleeping bring their face and say" I forgive you" . Do it as many nights as you need.

I deduce this from the books i read and from my meditation gurus, please feel free to comment what you might do in the similar situation. It would help someone who is in need.

Peace!

ps: Pardon my writing skills, I would get better as time goes by :)

Stuttering thoughts

2011-05-17T03:49:00.001+08:00

Its almost the 10th time I have opened this window to type a new post. The first line of the post is like the opening sentence to the girl in the bar. It might either go way better than you think or fall flat on your face. And then comes the second line, now that you got the attention, its important to say something smart.

Have you played angry birds ? ( ok not so smart but questions do help). If you are not familiar with this iPhone game you might as well ask my mother ( she is yet to return my iPod touch, thanks to gaming addiction). I always found the direct hit on the pigs or the castle wont help to finish the game. The trick lies in finding the exact point, when hit would start a domino type demolition effect. A catalyst shot for the ripple effect.

Many ideologies say your current state of life depends on your current state of mind , which is sum of your positive and negative thoughts. By tipping the scale of positive thoughts to jus 51% you can start the ripple effect of attracting all that is good for you. Imagine the time when everything suddenly started falling in place , yup thats what i am talking about. To let the good times roll all we need is that one single stroke of ~~luck~~ vibrant positive thought ( it can be a good karma, a affirmation or a simple selfless help.)

I have attended the Anna hazare protest in bangalore to support the cause. Although there are numerous controversies surrounding the lokpal movement, I feel good to have participated . For once I was not sitting at home complaining, I was out there , a common man putting his effort to make the nation a better place. I think this is a good change, for the tipping scale of people wanting to change something is growing .

So next time you think about doing something small like switching off electricity or helping a visually challenged at the bus stop, or participating in cause that you feel right about, think this. You are not another small drop in the ocean, you could be the 51 man tipping the scale, starting the ripple effect to a whole new world.

Message from the stars

2011-05-10T21:54:00.001+08:00

Hey there,

Two friends met after what seemed to be eternity. They both used to spend hours after hours chatting about each other's life and zillion things under the sun. Not all interests were similar, in fact the ones that arent made their conversation much more interesting. During some of their darkest time, both stuck to each other proving friends are the best shrink anyone can get.

Then life happened. The only thing to do was accept it and shuffle and recreate their priorities. What once a beautiful time together became a distant, yet sweet memory in the heart. There were million ways to be in touch yet they drifted apart carried by the strong current of life.

One fine day it happened, they met. There must be something in the stars, or perhaps sheer fate or just a random power cut in the evening. Like the one that happens during Indian summer, where watching stars in the terrace in the cooling breeze is the best thing to do. Humming a old song, or amusing about what life used to be before things became important than people. Thats what happened to these two.

They sat next to each other, no one complained about not keeping touch, they are just happy to see each other and be in company. For words doesn't matter in friendship its the feeling of belonging to each other.

Thats us , you and me and I am happy to see you again.
Srivats

NEW Me

2010-05-10T03:06:00.001+08:00

Its feels like years since I blogged, and words are failing me now. I guess the reason is not just "two semster so I am busy" saga but the fact that I found a new medium to express myself.

Every artist goes through this stage, where he feels shy to show his work, or rather worried about being criticised. Its like showing yourself out, a part of you, that might feel personal and sacred to you. I was dozing off in this cucoon period and thats the reason I did not share any of my work until now. But I guess the time has come and at the end of the day an artist has to go public.

So here it is my latest project, for all those who kept asking me whats cooking. I am hoping to share more of my work henceforth. Just go easy on me with your comments ;)

Brief: Wall painting in "Gond" art style.
Medium: Acrylic color with water.

Part of my tree. You may click to enlarge.

Snake and Badadev - tree , is very significant in Gond Art. Gond people worship these two things.

sorry for the poor lighting. Its a corner of a small alley.

Adjusted the contrats, thats why its blaring out.

Now can u see, only one person can stand here :)

As I wrote in my FB, its really painful to stand in awkward positions for hours to finish one part of the painting but its loads of fun :)

And hey almost forgot to ask, How you have been doing ?

Srivats

When in Zen..

2010-03-27T00:08:00.002+08:00

I didnt believe in ZEN Meditation , until recently.I was working on a illustration and the whole day went in a flash. I forgot where I was, what I did and whether I was breathing air. It was a lovely feeling, have u ever felt that ?

Srivats

Reaching out as far as I can

2010-03-22T21:29:00.000+08:00

Have just realised the worst feeling of all is not fulfilling the commitment you made to friends. I am yet to find sometime to finish the story I started, Gosh feel like stupid moron now!

I am doing two semesters together in the college, so multiply assignments, excercises, classes and projects by 2 and you would get a idea of where I am right now ;P But I am enjoying it. I have learnt that there aexists a different kind of love, It has nothing to do with loving another human , its about what you love to do , its so powerful that it will consumes you till the last drop of your blood, thats your destiny, thats your passion and thats what you are here for.

I have cut my hair short so I dont need to comb it everyday LOL, A tshirt and jeans and I am off to college. I also realised why artists dont look good. For their beauty lies in thier designs and they give up theirs to make the work look best ;P Ok I am all exhausted and going into philosiphical mode. For now I enjoy reading your posts, one by one. Again thanks for all who left a mark in the last post and who do so in this one too :P you are awesome!

For now let me leave you with a poem, that stumped me few moments ago. Its writtern by WH Auden and used in the movie " Four Weddings and Funeral". For the records it has nothing to do with my current state of mind, I am fine and very happy doing what I am doing. This is just to share the best words that touched me ;)

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good. - WH AUDEN

Take care
Srivats.

The green field.

2010-03-16T23:59:00.000+08:00

While I was sitting in the train by the window, a goods train passed by. For few minutes I saw chopped images of the field on the other side. When I concentrated on the compartments I couldnt see the green field. And when I concentrated on the field I couldnt see the compartments that passed. I guess thats life, focussing on the things we want and ignoring the others.

Srivats
p.s: I am back and i promise to write regularly. Before that lemme cath up with ur posts first ;)

Back soon

2010-03-07T18:03:00.000+08:00

Apologies for not catching up with you all. I have joined the college in Bangalore for Advertising and Graphic design, and have taken the fast track. This means I would be doing two semesters together. I am attending classes with second semester students and also doing first semester assignment works. Its exhausting but I am loving every bit of it. Let me re align my world and I promise to return to you all as soon as possible, until then take care :)

Srivats

Midsummar Mysterious Dream - 1

2010-03-02T02:39:00.003+08:00

To read the curtain raiser click here
“You are pregnant” said Marsha

“Excuse me?” replied Malini

“I said you are pregnant” She felt the energy of the new life emanating from Malini.

Malini suddenly felt dizzy, she looked around for a chair to sit, but started falling before she could take the next step. Marsha caught her just in time. Malini opened her eyes when she felt the moist hands of Marsha on her face. Marsha spoke in whisper.

“Are you feeling ok?”

“Yes I guess. How do you know I am pregnant? I am not even sure yet”

“I just know” she replied, and that’s how their friendship began. From then on they met frequently. Sometimes Malini would go to Marsha’s house for a chat over coffee, a healing session or even for a witch ritual. In the days that passed Ranbir saw a total shift in Malini’s behaviour, she was happier than ever and was very comfortable with pregnancy. Now and then Malini would talk about rituals, and meditations she does with Marsha, over breakfast or dinner to Ranbir. Although Ranbir was uncomfortable talking about them, he didn’t mind it. For it kept Malini occupied and happy.

On their 3rd Anniversary Malini was 5 months pregnant and insisted visiting the zoo. Ranbir have learnt about pregnancy and strange cravings, so he pulled few strings and arranged a private VIP tour to the London zoo. Although there was a battery operated car to take them around, Malini walked the entire park. She took enough time in each enclosure, observing the animals. She asked several questions to Greg, the guide. When they reached the Tiger’s cage, she took a long look at the white tiger lying next to the bars. It kept growling at Malini for several minutes.

Thanks to philip.greenspun.com

“I need to talk to the care taker” Malini said with a strong tone.

“I can arrange for it mam, may be after we finish the tour” said Greg.

“No, it can’t wait. I need to tell something important” she started getting impatient. Ranbir and Greg exchanged blank looks.

“Mam, if you could tell me what it is, then I can inform him right away” He pointed to his walkie talkie.

“It has a plastic cover in its small intestine” she announced with firmness in her voice.

“Honey, you must be tired, can we go home?” Ranbir thought she is talking out of exhaustion.

“No I am fine, but he is not and we need to attend before it’s too late” she said pointing to the Tiger. For the next ten minutes, she kept screaming about the pain the animal is going through. The animal’s growling got louder and she became hysterical. It was hard to tell whether she was reacting to tigers sound or tiger to hers.

It was too much drama for Greg to handle, so he looked at Ranbir, hinting him to take control of the situation. Ranbir never seen Malini crying like this, he put his hands around her shoulder.

“Sweetie, Lets go home its getting colder, I am sure Greg can take care of it.”

“Yes mam, I would immediately call the keeper, I promise we would run some tests on the tiger”

Ranbir spent rest of the day with her at home, pacifying and ensuring that everything is going to be fine. Her temperature rose and she started shivering uncontrollably by mid night. Ranbir rushed her to the hospital, all the while praying for his beloved wife and unborn baby. By early morning Malini’s temperature became normal and she finally drifted off to sleep. Ranbir walked to the cafeteria of the hospital for a quick coffee.

When he flipped the daily paper, sipping coffee the headlines on the third page almost gave him a heart attack.

“WHITE TIGER DIES AT LONDON ZOO”

To be continued..
Srivats

A peaceful warrior's Midsummer Mysterious dream

2010-02-25T19:23:00.014+08:00

I lost a follower! Wait that’s not the worst part, I don’t know which one it is! I am a avid keeper of followers and fellow bloggers and I always try my best to keep up with them. Then comes series of “maybes”. Why did he/she stop being my follower? May be its something I wrote, May be its something I was expected to write but did not. May be I started snoring. May be I have to shave my ears! You get the drift.

I am wrapping up in Chennai; Yes I am shifting to Bangalore for as many reasons as you can count with fingers in two hands. One more challenge to my list – coping up. Although it’s few hundred kilometers away from Chennai, Bangalore is very different from it. Its ever changing landscape and vibe is shaped up by thousands of IT expats from all around India and abroad. I am excited to the point that I feel like a villager migrating to a big city.

On the love front, things have been amazingly normal, given my mood swings and our occasional confrontations. “You look so beautiful when you get angry” and “let’s work it out together” still holds good. We both could use some break and romantic time together. But honestly I like this phase better, we are learning a great deal about each other and it should only make our love stronger. It’s amazing how the definition of love changes with the seasons.

Many of my recent posts were basically my status updates and I would like to change that notion. How about a story? Ok I am never been good with writing stories (the last time was disastrous) so please bare with me on the first one, I promise to make it better along the way. Here is the curtain raiser.

Midsummer Mysterious dream

Picture curtsey weeklyreader.com

“What the hell you are doing?!” Ranbir Singh literally roared to the motorist who took a steep cut on his way. Unless provoked Ranbir is very amiable person, a romantic husband and a loving father. But tonight is not a usual one and the last call from Malini wasnt one either. Earlier during that day..

“Ranbir here”
“Mrs Ranbir here”
“Hey sweetie I am almost done here, what’s up?”
“Its little princes, she insists talking to you abt…” Malini’s voice faded in the back ground and a sweet younger version of it took over.
“Daddy, which one is good peacock or lion?” The 6 year old has picked up the British accent better than his.
“Why Ammu?” He can convince his high style client to buy his advert campaigns, but handling Ammu’s questions proved harder.
“ There is this stupid fancy dress competition and we had to dress as animals” There was strong emphasis on “Stupid”.
“Ammu can we discuss this tonight?”
“ Say promise”
“Promise”
“My daddy is the best, have a safe drive” Ammu alais Anita kept the receiver whose length was twice that of her ear to mouth.

Ranbir soaked himself into the pile of advert banners again, little did he know about the wild evening that’s waiting for him. Ranbir is tall, handsome, dark brown eyed, fair guy. The 30 something had a fluffy dark hair and dimple on his square face, which gave away a smiling and friendly look. Ranbir is a successful advertising agent, so much that his chairman has personally asked him to move to head office in London from India. Few British colleagues who now work under him were so jealous that they even did a mock plan to kidnap and kill him in one of their drunken nights together.

While the move was very fruitful to Ranbir’s career, it did the opposite to Malini’s. Malini in her late 20s is stunnigly beautiful and from a royal family of Nagpur. Her great grandfathers ruled several small villages of that state. She even had a tiger as her pet. But Malini grew out of all that, for she believed in making history than being in one. In fact her legacy was the main problem when Ranbir and she decided to tie the knot. Malini met Ranbir in one of the sales promotion of her company .Both had a weird feeling that they were meant to be together. A quick coffee turned out to be thier first date, and after few months Ranbir proposed to her.

After moving to London Malini became paranoid over the joblessness, her obsessive cleaning and home management skills didnot keep her occupied enough. For her place belonged in marketing industry. She was one of the finest managers HLL ever had and according to her boss, she is still in “long vacation” and could come back anytime she wants. Malini started filling her time with books and mostly self help ones, for they helped her to do lot of introsepection. She read almost everything in self realisation, astrology, meditation, alternative beliefs and even past life. There were days Malini would just wait for Ranbir to go to office to finish another volume of Paulo Coelho or Brain Weiss. Exactly on her birthday at her birth time in the dark corridors of Past life section in the library, Malini met Marsha, a new age believer. There is a mystery about Marsha which Malini found interesting. It seemed to contain answers to all those questions she had about herself.

To be continued…
Srivats
p.s: Peaceful warrior in the title is inspired by this.

Come home to Commercials

2010-02-19T18:23:00.004+08:00

“Why advertising?”, If I earn a dollar every time someone asks me that question, I’d be millionaire now. The answer is “I don’t know, it vibes with me, it just feels right”. Each one of us have a destiny to work to, a purpose to fulfill in this world. The more we deviate from it, the more we would feel the stress and pain of life. But if we let, the universe would effortlessly lead us to it. And when we take up that job, it would seem as if the whole world is giving us a standing ovation to welcome us into it. Suddenly we will be dawned with realization about everything in our life that shaped us for it.

Brand/product campaigns do make a big impact on what we wear, eat and think about a product. Every advertisement we see literally shapes our lifestyle. A 5 year old pestering her mother to buy a particular washing powder (may be because the cover has a Dora or Power puff girl’s picture or something) is not a joke. A 20 seconds commercial goes through hours of research, planning and production. And like every other powerful medium it can be misused too. It would take several posts if I went about listing all those lovely advertisements that awed me. So for now, let me share few of them.

The very reason I brought the bike of “Bajaj” is because of the slogan “Hamara Bajaj” (our Bajaj). The slogan not only personalized the brand, it also gave the sense of being Indian and supporting the Indian brand. The soulful music, simple visuals and the powerful slogan has gone deep into the memories of my generation.

When Genelia walked those corridors of stadium she literally walked every Indian girl out of their cocoons. A cricket game is a Man’s field and a women commentator has to have real confidence to be there doing that. That’s exactly the message “Fair and Lovely” wanted to put to its audience.

Love, celebration and enjoying simple pleasures of life like a child, is all that comes to our mind when we watch Cadbury’s commercials. Wasn’t that enough to make any adult buy a chocolate?

Ar rehman literally blew us with his music in these adverts. Even non Airtel consumers had this as their ring tone. This must be one of the most popular Indian advertisement music. Connectivity and need to expression is the message that’s powerfully put across.

Amazing isn’t? All those commercials we watch during our breakfast, dinner or between the game show are tactically created and placed to give us key message required to buy the product. Hence the need, of being informed customers and smart buyers. Its all there for us to see, ok lets review the below advert. Watch it from sales person point of view and let me know your thoughts, in the comment section.

A CSI Wedding and 13 ghosts

2010-02-16T16:50:00.005+08:00

Have you seen the promos of CSI Miami? They often show 360 degree, slow motion clips of action sequence (like travelling bullets) which are impossible to witness in real. It’s interesting to see how the virtual eye dissects every detail of the frame in question. I finally got to catch an episode of it, after the long and exhausting celebrations of my brother’s marriage.

A bride groom gift - dolls dressed in traditional south Indian brahmin marriage dress

Months of planning, endless shopping spree and unstoppable need to please everyone are finally over. My home is filled with bouquet, gift boxes and sweets of several kinds. The much welcomed order and quietness has prevailed again. Here are some “unusual/strange/weird/ one in million/ or call whatever you wish “moments of it.

1. I baby proofed my entire apartment for the marriage – No surprise.

2. I shaved my dad’s head (don’t get me started on the reasons. It’s my first time but it proved to be fun and kind of dad-son bonding event.) – Surprise.

3. My garden is ransacked and my fishes are stressed from all the banging- No sweat.

4. I don’t seem to find my body spray and tongue cleaner – Sweat

Reception decoration, flowers made out of vegetables.

5. I said “Sowkiyama (how are you?) Veetla sowkiyama (how is everyone at home?) to hundreds of people who I swore I don’t remember seeing, even in my dreams – No regrets.

6. I was asked to hide the costly things in home and in function hall from these relatives – Regrets.

7. Dad, mom and few elders were running around like atoms in excited state, in an emotional rollercoaster, ready to cry any moment due to happiness, anger or sadness. And sometimes it’s really hard to tell the difference. Funny.

8. Suddenly the unmarried me have become the topic of discussion for some to advice, to pity and to play very creative rumors (according to an Aunt I am married twice and have 3 kids) – Very funny.

9. A cousin kept harassing me in front of everyone because I did not grant money/permission to a short trip which he and his family wanted to take in the bus arranged for marriage transportation – Not so funny.

10. Specially made meals were home delivered to Julie by his favourite cheffuer. - Very Happy.

11. No matter how much difference you share, people would smile when you have a camera in hand and say cheese – Quite happy.

12. Every relative would like to claim their share of respect, importance and gifts that they receive in the marriage – That’s ok.

13. After seeing the amount of the food that’s wasted, the money that has been spent I feel sorry for those who don’t even have a piece of bread for dinner. – Exactly opposite to being happy.

A vegetable zoo

All said and done I am very happy for my brother and his wife. I just wish it were a family affair. I bet both families spent loads of money, energy and time to please everybody except the bride and the groom. Don’t you think it’s high time we put our Indian marriages under 360 frozen shot like that of CSI Miami for a better look?

3 Bloggers and a Granny story

2010-02-07T04:31:00.008+08:00

I got this crazy idea that I had to pen err, keyboard it down immediately. So I am writing this post at 12:50 am, talk about peak of joblessness ;) Most of the Indians might know this story told by our grandma/mom when we were kids “Patti vadai sutta kadhai”(Granny, crow and the fox story) . What if some of our beloved bloggers had written their version of it?

For those who don’t know the story, here is the short version. A granny was making delicious Indian fritters and a crow stole one of them. While the crow was on the tree about to eat the snack, a fox came along. Being clever self, the fox planned to steal that fritter from the crow. It said to the crow “you look beautiful and I really wonder how sweet your voice would be, could you sing for me please? “ The foolish crow did what’s been asked and lost the fritter. The story was said to promote the values of not stealing, being clever blah blah, you get the idea.

Now to “I-have-gone-nuts-on-Saturday-night” versions of it.
Disclaimer 1:
All characters appearing in this work are real. Any resemblance to real persons, living ~~or dead~~, is purely intentional.
Disclaimer 2:
I choose these three bloggers because (~~they paid me for publicity~~), I see distinct style of them that I think, I can imitate.
Disclaimer 3:
It would make very little sense if you haven’t read their blogs (yeah right, otherwise all my posts are very sensible)

Chotu’s world – AJCL: My close friend and my favorite writer, she writes touchy incidents of motherhood in lovable way. AJCL I love you so much ;)

Chotu has started asking numerous questions, a sure sign he is growing up. Soon he would be independent and I am going to miss pampering him. Today we went to the park (~~same old one which we visit twice a day~~) and a granny was making aromatic fritters. While I was excited to try the fritter , Chotu was maha excited to see a new bird sitting on the nearby tree. He pointed at it and asked “ amma teela enna birdie erukku” (what bird is there in the tree) and I said “ its crow” . Apparently he wanted to know about its origin, life span and its genetic code. While I went into the animated discussion with him, the granny also joined us. At the same time the crow took one of the fritter and there was a big hungama about it. Chotu after seeing this declared to everyone around that fritters in the pan are having “clow bateria” (Crow bacteria) and no one should eat it. And suddenly he started screaming, I could see the people in the park starring, not at the unstoppable chotu, but the helpless me (being mommy has its own embarrassing moments I tell you). After several questions he pointed out to a dog in the park and yelled “focssss” . It was then time for his dinner so I rushed home with groceries in one hand and crying chotu in another.

Business Musings - Ramesh , My god father and very professional writer. If you want to know about the business world, look no further, for his easy going posts on latest affairs would make you well informed.

Its safe to say that businessmen from developing nations are as good as the ones in the US of A , UK and Europe. While the whole economy is recovering from the big R, our favorite Granny is making profits in fritters industry. In the last six months she has made whopping 2 million - profit! Can you believe? SHE MADE PROFIT, in what wall street journal has called – the toughest business hours of the decade. Rumors are going around that the mighty crow corporation would make cheap offer, practically day time stealing to the granny fritters, but fox Inc isn’t keeping quite either. Today’s fox Inc’s media release about Crow Corporation, calling it “beauty of the century” clearly hints its tactical plans. I say “if it’s too good to be real, then it’s too good to be real”. I guess unethical business like Crow Corporation surely deserves what’s coming next. But I am more worried about our favorite granny fritters. It was not just a profit making machine but a beloved company and dear one to million patrons like me. We need to wait and watch the developements, its sure going to be the corporate drama of the millennium.

Mybittersweetkoreanlife – Emma is like a fresh air from the well bloomed garden and we share loads of common interests. Her picturesque travelogue posts literally take readers to anywhere she goes.
I just unpacked my luggage from last vacation this Saturday morning. I had this throbbing head ach, that’s probably the sea food we had or sojo. While Chris was busy dealing with his troublesome boss, I took a good two hour nap. Later we decided to have a romantic dinner at Osaka Park. The ride through the nature trail was memorable experience by itself. It gives visitors a new appreciation for life and don’t miss the hiking while you are there.

(Picture of a muddy trail with a stream by the side)
Later we walked to the empty streets of Osaka village and saw two ajummas making Korean fritters. It was very similar to the pancakes, except these are deep fried.

(Picture of fritters)
We rested in one of the gazebo eating the tasty dishes; Chris spotted this dark healthy blue eyed crow in the nearby tree. Crow took off with one of our fritters and suddenly we decided to follow it. The mid afternoon sun was so hot, and the long walk was very tiring. But he encouraged me to walk and right then we saw country fox in the nearby bush.

(picture of fox starring)
(picture of fox with fritter in the mouth)
(picture of Emma with V shape in fingers with her cool t-shirt, and her favourite colourful shoes)
At the end of the day we were exhausted sweaty and tired beyond Imaginable, but it was amazing to watch crow and the sunset, standing at the cliff.

(Picture of crow, sunset background)
(Picture of Emma and Chris, Emma shows V sign, sunset at the background)
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I would probably write my version of it in the next post ;) now off to sleep.
Srivats
Ps1: If you know my address dont give it to AJCL, Ramesh or Emma.
ps2: You are free to write my version of it ;)

Nobody said it was easy

2010-02-05T17:20:00.003+08:00

I swing everyday, every hour, and every minute.
Remember the craziness of Madagascar buddies when they are left free in the forest? Free (yet scared) and happy (yet confused), the only hope is being together with friends. With few days left in my notice period, I am going through exactly that. My mood swings from temporary euphoria to sudden depression and I feel like shuttling between North Pole to Sahara. I am just preparing myself for long days of my life

Music keeps me going
In movies, (defn not the Hollywood ones), when the hero goes through a career dip, they would show how he suffers at first. And then bang! A song sequence with many short clips of his hard work and perseverance is enough to make him millionaire. That hardly ever happens in real. But I firmly believe I am going to see some interesting developments in forthcoming days. Needless to say I would post every detail of this journey, and you guys would be the first ones to know.

I love Pakistan
I am sure many cricket fans and those with strong “patriotism” would judge the forbidden statement written by this Indian. How can I even think of loving someone, a fellow human being who is born few thousand kilometers away? How can I share the special feeling with people who are victims of bad politicians, hypocrite media and terrorism? But if patriotism means these things then sorry don’t count me in. Love, support and understanding are all we need to bridge this gap, to cut the poison tree that was created by few corrupted minds for their own benefits.

I roar for Tiger
Our national animal is close to extinction! From 40 thousands to mere 1400 and declining the very minute I am writing about it. I used to think such campaigns are mere donation mongers or attention seekers. Albeit, it still helps to create the awareness about the issue. Every word written or spoken about it would definitely make a difference.

Be it mood swing, peace with nation or conservation of wild life, we can always do something about it. Its not easy but its definitely worth our effort.
Srivats

Lets play IN to U 'tion

2010-02-02T19:02:00.002+08:00

It has been very serious here lately and I wanted to write a positive topic with a fun twist. One of the few things I ask myself when I wake up everyday is “How can I be more of myself today?” While many of us see preserving our identity as a challenging job. Being outrageously our self is the most natural thing to do. The more we are in tune with what we are and do what we really like; we would experience a state of bliss, happiness and perfect health in Mind and body.

By listening more to our hearts, Intuition to be precise, we can understand more about our likeness and being. Most of the time, we do listen to our intuition but we find hard to trust it, drawing up many logical conclusions that might ask us to do otherwise. But remember when we were infants no one asked us to drink when being fed.

We all evolved(and evolving) from a single celled organism. Plants grow to sunlight, animals know how to find food and raise babies, all just by instinct, the natural intuitive power. If we learn to trust that higher knowledge that’s available to us, we would be able to make better choices in life. The choices that would truely vibrate with who we are.

So let’s play a game to exercise this connection, let’s see how much we are willing to listen to our intuition. Before we begin please do the following.

1. Sit comfortably
2. Close your eyes (duh after reading the steps fully ;P )
3. Take 10 deep breaths, fill your lungs as much as you can and exhale slowly.
4. Say “Relax” mentally 10 times to yourself, in slow regular intervals.
5. Say this” I am willing to listen to my intuition now”
6. Open your eyes

Now the game is to see who is preceding you in the comment section. We are NOT going to Guess, we are going to SEE mentally using our Intuition.

1. Close your eyes.
2. Visualize yourself as a Kid in your school.
3. Slowly walk to your class room, taking in the sights, sounds and smell of the place.
4. See the black board, no one is around you. You take a seat in the chair in front of the black board.
5. Now say “ I want to see who proceeds me in the comment section, Show me a feature or likings of that person”
6. Just observe what comes next
7. Open your eyes.

Now visit the comment section. Write your comment like below

1. How true the description of yourself by the above person.
2. What’s your forecast of the next person
3. Your thoughts/ feel while doing this exercise.

I have put my comments to start with, go on have fun ;)
Srivats
p.s:
There is no right or wrong answer here. It only says how much we are in tune with the intuition, so this awareness would help us to build that connection. You may wish to redo this, in that case please do it after an hour or two; this is just to dial down the anxiety factor. If you wish, I shall write more about this exercise in my next post

Change starts with Me

2010-01-29T17:11:00.004+08:00

My schedule for Republic days (after graduation) is waking up late followed by hogging heavy breakfast watching special programs on the TV. Then I would probably do a hair cut, clean house or visit a friend. So my mother had every reason to be surprised when I got all cleaned up to go at 7:00 am on 26th Jan. Her expression got better or rather close to shock when I told her that I am visiting a school. Going by the recent events she might have thought I am up to taking a teacher job, or worse one with no pay.

A flag hoisted by a proud yet very questionable Indian

After assuring my intensions very clearly (that means sitting next to her and talking for a long time) I set to visit the school I have been associated for the last five years ran by my friend cum ex-colleague Sangeetha. She is talented, well educated software professional with fine ideals towards humanity. Under the guidance of her retired father Mr.Rajappa, Sangeetha and 5 other (software professional) friends started the charitable trust called “Sai Sankalp” in 2002.

"Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world. - Nelson Mandela"

The main project of this trust is “Sai Sankalp Nursery & Primary School “located at a village named Arasankazhani near Medavakkam, Chennai. The school provides FREE, yet quality English medium education to children from economically weaker section in the nearby villages. When she told me about the project years back, I was so inspired and became a part of it since then.

When purpose is right and heart is pure, growth is inevitable. That’s what happened to this school. It started with a single thatched room with handful of students, but now it has 7 spacious class rooms, 5 teachers and 150 students (most of them are first generation learners) and teaches up to 3rd standard.

The Campus, Mr Rajappa drives his car upteen miles everyday to fetch and drop the teachers

I had a fair idea what to expect when I entered the campus which was all ready to celebrate the Republic day. Right then Mr. Rajappa, who is also the principle of the school shocked me by saying I am the chief guest of the function. It was very odd sitting on the stage in front of all those children, teachers and parents.

The March fast by 3rd standard students.

He spoke about my volunteer works and my association with the school, which made me further more uncomfortable. I was totally flabbergasted when I was asked to hoist the flag! I had no other choice but to raise to the occasion. Later I distributed prizes and also gave an informal speech to the students. It was very heartening to see those kids, eagerly greeting and accepting the prizes with polite “thank you sir”.

All set to go after the chocolate distribution

Although it felt good to be doing this, I had this huge guilty feeling about being the chief guest. The real Heroes were them, for running a free school is no cake walk. Every member of the trust is taken an area to work. Sangeetha is in charge of setting the syllabus, teachers and quality of education of the school. I also had the opportunity to meet the other members and spoke about the challenges involved. While some just complain and speak about growth of India these people work silently to strengthen its back bone – the education. I believe it’s high time for such action.

Sharing, the only way to grow together.

Out of three pre owned computers in the lab, only one is functional now. The library is accepting second hand children books and don’t have enough of them. Construction of 4th and 5th standard is awaiting funds. And I feel it can use a load of publicity. I am part of their “sponsor a teacher” program. I send my contribution equivalent to that of a teacher’s salary, every month. Considering the enormity of the project this is very small. But if every drop thinks small of itself there wouldn’t be ocean. I returned home with a fulfillment. This is my country and these are my people and I am proud to support them.
Srivats
p.s: If you like to be associated with the school please write to me at nasrivatsan@gmail.com or to Sangeetha at saisankalptrust@yahoo.com

Don’t cry when I die

2010-01-28T16:11:00.002+08:00

That’s some title with a forbidden word isn’t? But I promise by the end of this post you would appreciate it better. Swaram and Anu both awarded and tagged me to write 10 honest things about myself. Considering I write every post straight from heart, Please excuse me for writing only 5 points.

1. I have a strange habit of proof reading after publishing my posts. I somehow feel the urge to publish as soon as I have written down my thoughts. I am also particular about extra spaces between paragraphs. Every new post would undergo at least two to three changes after they are published.

2. I am still in touch with my ex. We were friends for a long time and I don’t want to miss my friend especially during the rough tides. My love is totally cool with it. Sometimes I wonder what I ever did to deserve such unconditional ever understanding love.

3. I firmly believe Julie never had a bath before. I want to give him one and not sure how he would react. I am just waiting to get more comfortable with him before I carry on the historic event.

Oh that look! worth a million biscuits and a lifetime pampering

4. I have literally gone numb in the last few weeks. Whether I am running around getting things done for my brother’s marriage or sitting quietly at home it does not affect me much. I am not sure whether I am in denial of my unsure career or I am accepting it just too well.

5. As much as I am brave and positive enough to leave my well paying job for my dream, I have a teeny tiny fear that I could be wrong about the whole stuff. Never mind, that’s life.

I am choosing not to tag anyone. The following lines reflect my current state of mind. I guess it’s the perfect closing note for this post.

I have taken my chance,
I look back with happy glance,
So, don’t cry when I die.
For I never lived a lie,

I have lived my life
Without regrets
I have let loose controls
Till I reached heavenly gates
A life well used
With lovely mates it’s shared
So don’t cry when I die.
For I never let out a sigh,

I embraced life’s mysterious
One that makes histories
I listened to angels,
Looked for all the signs.
If you miss me and upset
Plant a tree or get a pet
But don’t cry when I die.
Since I did not say good bye

Let the flowers bloom
Let the babies born
Let the trains keep going
Let your life carryon
Let me lay to rest
With a tombstone over my head
If you need one last request
Let it read “A life without regret”
Srivats

A bungee jump to limitlessness

2010-01-22T16:40:00.006+08:00

Last night, I remembered the time I did the reverse bungee in Singapore. I was sitting in this open capsule, all strapped up to be shot to 700 meters up in the air. I looked at the crowed gathered around and many of them cheered me while the count down began. I asked myself why they would cheer me. It’s not like I am helping humanity or giving them a free beer. Then I realized for many it’s something they wish, but never do. They are applauding me for facing the fear, the one they too poses. They can empathise the fight within and cheering me for victory over it.

At the last minute, I heard my heart beating faster and saw a blurred image (partly owing to the fancy smoke beneath the capsule). Then I told myself “I let go”, for there is nothing I can control about it. Within seconds I was in the air, fear reached its maximum threshold and adrenaline rush took over. While the excitement can be explained in many ways, I believe it was because of the internal shift. I crossed the boundary of fear into freedom. And it’s no different than the one I felt after sending my resignation mail.

I woke up today home alone (my family has gone out for a relative wedding) .While I was fumbling to keep the day’s milk cartons into fridge, I accidently tossed a vessel that had yesterday’s milk. My plan was to feed Julie with that, and for a second I stood there starring at the pool of spilled liquid.

An idea sparked and I called for Julie. He stood at the door while I pleaded him to come inside the living room. He advanced few steps, went back, moaned but never came inside (I guess he must have learnt his lessons not to enter the house). It took me for a while (actually a biscuit) to lead him to the scene and then he happily licked his drink. If my parents were home, I would be wiping the floor with a long face (not because of scolding but because I wont be offered coffee for the day).

In a way we are no different than Julie. We were imposed of certain limits while we were young and we believe it all through our lives. Words like “You can never do that, you are too old, too young, you are girl/boy or you lack the talent, skill, money” and negative thoughts of our own stick to us like a cluttered chain around our legs. Let’s break the chain, cross the border and who knows our favorite thing might be lying on the floor, just for us.
Srivats

A re-signing career

2010-01-20T00:53:00.001+08:00

There is a time in life we would be faced with making a choice between doing what is suppose to be done or what we always wanted to do. Today I chose the latter; I have packed up my 10 years of IT career to chase my dream in advertising. All my IT experience has been shredded out; even from resume to avoid “IT related job interview” calls.

I had a light chest pain as I typed the resignation mail, then I realised it came from right so nothing can be serious about it. Heart is in the left, right? Anyway I dreaded how it would feel to be on the other side of the door. Now that I am out, it does not feel scary, in fact I feel free and I bet I can sleep peaceful tonight.

I don’t have any leads in creative industry and don’t know how long it would take to make a decent earning. But I have two best things to get me through this period - FRIENDS and BELIEF.

If I expect something extraordinary to happen in my life, I had to be extra – ordinary.
Srivats

A dragon warrior and a thirsty dog

2010-01-18T16:26:00.002+08:00

Trying to cut down on food while staying with mother is like the nose itch you get while you are washing clothes. Sooner or later (actually soonest) the itch takes over and you won’t even regret for it. Even now I have eaten more and feel like pregnant women or python, actually more like a tom (from Tom and Jerry) that gobbled a melon and looks just like that. It’s been a month since I exercised, and I found the best way to stop worrying - I stopped checking my weight.

Have you ever communicated with your pet without a word? (duh!) . The dog we pet was kept by workers while constructing our home. After we moved in, mom started feeding her and she became very loyal guardian of our gate. Its name is Julie and as strange as it sounds, everyone addresses her as he. My mom started it before she read its bar code and we stuck to it. We feed him rice twice a day and crackers/rusk whenever I or dad gets home.

I feed him every time I come back home. It’s hard not to - when he greets me with so much love, jumping around, like I am his long last friend and he is so happy to see me back. Yesterday I was on my phone, wandering in the front yard and he was keeping me company. Every time I looked at him he gave me that innocent look and went about scratching his ears or licking himself. I suddenly had the strong feeling to feed him water, so I did. He was so thirsty that he finished the bowl full of water within seconds. I also get a feeling to feed my fishes, and at that moment I see them eagerly swimming at the corner of the tank, waiting for the treat. Amazing!

The real dragon warrior, taken in singapore about an year back

I happen to catch Kung fu panda in one of the channels and watched it again. I love this scene of oogway under the peach tree about believing. To be a dragon warrior, first we must believe we are one. I find such movies which are actually intended for younger audience has many things to teach us. Remember the “Just keep swimming” mantra of Finding Nemo?

“I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish He didn't trust me so much.” - Mother Teresa

For now I am not worried about waistline or career. For I know I am compensating one by doing more of other. I am learning to be in the feeling of “Now” and totally giving myself to whatever I am doing at the moment. After all, the animal’s ability to get what it wants is also present in me and I should let it do the job.
Srivats

Bench mark

2010-01-11T20:33:00.001+08:00

The thing with being on bench (term used to describe officials not assigned to any project, hence not working) is what it does to one's self esteem. It’s like a leaky bucket, the more you are in it, the less self esteem you would be left with. You would even question yourself "why would I need to press my clothes, polish my shoes and be on time, when all I do is nothing". As much as I am hopeful and positive about my situation, living through bench is quite challenging. Its like the relationship phase that makes you wonder whether its going to break up or patch up. I am not sure what's expected out of me and to be honest I rather be jobless than paid for doing nothing.

If you need a free mud face pack, all you need to do is drive without helmet in one of Chennai roads. Of all the transportation problems we face, the worst one is dust. Not only it creates eye irritation and dirty clothes, it also creates breathing issues and numerous allergy related diseases. The next one is honking. You would be honked even if you are driving perfectly fine. It means the driver is in hurry (for what is a million dollar question) and may run over you if you don’t give way. Others honk for different reason, either because they like their horn or it has become their habit to do so.

In the place I live, the ground water is polluted by nearby factory of Ponds. The effect is so much that our water heater broke due to the saline quality of it. The lake near my house has become a garbage dumping ground. I can even spot buffaloes, pigs and scavengers wandering around. The stray dogs are most troublesome though, for they chase me while I drive in the night, when the area has become their "territory". This is why I don’t suggest foreigners to visit India, for I am not convinced by its tourism. We surely have great monumental temples and sites (I am sure every country has their own stuff to show case) but we are not ready for visitors yet. What 5 star hotel tourists see is not the real India. For we live amongst slums, chased by stray dogs, honked to deaf, covered by mud pack and drink polluted water.

It’s almost a month since I landed in Chennai, but I felt nostalgic only recently. When I visited the place where we used to live (before I went to Singapore), the neighbors, store owner and even the milk maid was so happy to see me. These people really know me, to the point they can even say what I am allergic to. One ex-neighbor offered me lunch and I couldn’t say no. For the records we don’t owe each other money or anything. In India people ask you "saptacha" (have you had meals?), for we believe in feeding, even the stranger who turns up during the meal time. These are people of India and I am proud of them. Anyone who is been invited with a smile and offered a meal would feel so.

Image courtsy Google

I would like to accept all these things as part of my life. It’s definitely not perfect, and given the choice I would change 100 things about it. But there are 1000 things to be grateful too. For I still have job and friends who can offer a free meal, a vehicle and helmet to drive through mud and mind that’s capable of handling such challenges. I need to deal with "Now", and that’s what I should use to create a better tomorrow.

"Accept, what you resist persists"
Srivats

An Elephant's pride

2010-01-07T20:09:00.003+08:00

I happen to see this video of elephant giving birth and it blew me off. The mother elephant (after delivery) checked the calf which neither breathed nor moved. After several kicks and a quick blow the calf took its first breath to everyone’s relief. In next few minutes the calf stood up and looked perfectly fine. The mother seemed so happy and proud and I almost heard her say “see I have made my child and I know how to take care of it”.

Nearly million elephants are killed in africa during last two decades, that left so many orphans, think before buying Ivory stuff , photo courtesy National Geographic

This morning found me in an unusual place, a baby shower function (locally known as “Seemandham”) of my cousin’s wife. Unlike abroad it’s a family function here and I was obliged to attend. Needless to say I was surrounded by truck load of aunties and soon to be, worrying about my future love life and stuff.

On occasions like this, men get busy taking part in the rituals/ doing the transportation and stuff. Women (no gender bias here) find their own time pass well known to man kind – Talking about others (gossiping is under statement here). It would look like a reality show of who does the best parenting or whose offspring is the smartest.

One of my aunties recommended few IT companies to me because their pay scale is good. Another one had several clarifications about abroad life which I was obliged to clear to the entire group. One even managed to sit next to me during breakfast and force fed me, for she felt I am loosing weight and my charisma (!?) by not eating well. Eating well according to the mom’s of our community meant loading every square meter of the stomach with several forms of rice and high calorie/fatty milk products. No wonder my brother opted not to go.

While these are expected, what surprised me was the treatment I received. I felt like a government official inspecting the function. People offered seat, spoke nice and helped to make the formalities faster so I can go to work on time. The uncle, who used to make fun of me, not just listened to what I said but showed outmost respect to me. It’s amazing what money can do. A well earning foreign return is symbol of success, status and admiration here.

We live in one corner of city called Chrompet. And my cousin’s place is further away (a perfect sub urban) surrounded by rice fields and irrigation canals - a sight worth visiting in the morning. I saw many cattle. Few cows starred while I honked for my way.I even saw a beautiful lily pond.

Above all these fringe benefits I am glad I went. I actually did it for my aunt (my mom’s sister who lives with her husband near to our home). She doesn’t have any children and treats me like one. She asked me to take her to the venue, and literally dragged me around introducing to the relatives. At that moment I saw the pride in her eyes, one that is equivalent to that of elephant’s. Bow to the finest feeling of Motherhood!

Honking trains and a tarot fool

2010-01-05T20:09:00.002+08:00

Have you ever seen two trains honking and waiting for the traffic to clear up in the level crossing? This is what I witnessed on my way to office today. I am pretty sure it’s weird enough to take a small space in tomorrow’s paper. Unfortunately I too was part of the stamped and had no choice but to go with the mob. Even the most safest and right thing like stopping at the red light, had me bumped last night. For some (most) yellow light means speed up, not slow down. This is what Indian traffic is and I am not proud of it. I think anyone if honked by the train and bumped at signal would feel so. We Indians are fast (crazy to the limit), furious and would even risk our lives to save couple of minutes during the drive.

After such near death ride I am sitting at office on a comfortable chair .. err I am actually on bench. Two days in a row and all I do is check mails for every 10 minutes (that include both personal and official). Due coffee and lunch breaks and serious discussion with the colleagues about all-that-is-not-part-of-work. Being at the wrong job is like being married to someone you don’t love. Imagine our fine batsman Suchin Tendulkar working as data processing analyst. But I am sure this phase has something to teach me, like virtues of patience, hope and humility.

"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference"

Sometimes life would bring surprise like rainbow amidst storm. Blogadda has chosen my “Take a wish” post as their spicy Saturday picks. This is much needed event for me, especially when I am wondering about my skills and career. Thanks a lot to Blogadda for choosing my post and thanks to you all for supporting my writing. I haven’t replied to each comment separately in the last post as it would increase the “wish count”. My Grandma used to say we should be sure of what we are giving out to the world as it always comes back multifold. Let the wishes we share be manifested and bring us multifold positive change in all our lives.

I bet you would fall in love with Audrey Hepburn after watching this movie

My love made me watch classics like “Roman Holiday” and “Sound of music” during the New Year holiday. I was enchanted by both of them and could easily indentify the scenes that inspired some of the Indian movies. We also saw Avatar and 3 idiots, both very entertaining in their own ways. Avatar’s amazing creative scenes gave me jaw pain, as I watched them mouth wide open like the hippopotamus during it’s feeding time. I loved 3 idiots for the direction, screen play and also its emphasis in a heart felt career. But it’s such a shame that the author Chetan bhagat (from whose book many ideas were inspired from) hasn’t been credited duly.

Lovely songs that would keep you humming all day long

I met a tarot reader by chance on 31st December and his reading was right to the point. I have been asked to be my own light, adapt the innocence and embark on an adventure like a child. He also asked me to accept my career decisions like a fool falling off from the cliff believing his higher powers (I did not say a word about my problems to him). I liked this approach of being foolish, for it meant daring to do whatever heart said, for it meant ignoring what others thought, for it also meant being oneself at all times. I hope tomorrow would be a better day and as long as I have sun over my shoulders and ground below my feet I should be fine.
Srivats

Take a wish

2009-12-30T03:50:00.008+08:00

This is it! It’s just one more day to 2010. I remember sitting with my class mates in a quite coffee shop in Singapore on 31st dec 2008. No big party or fireworks. Just three friends hanging out, talking about each other’s life and everything under the sun err.. actually full moon. We were too engrossed in talking to notice the countdown that slipped away silently.

The year turned out to be like a roller coaster. Not just owing to its ups and downs but also to the underline fact that I chose to ride it. Knowing, all those twist and turns would shock and surprise me. Knowing, no matter how bumpy it may seem I would land safely. Knowing, my job is only to let loose, wave hands and enjoy the experience.

Let’s be like the child that’s thrown in the air by its mom, smiling, enjoying, and with complete trust that it would be received safely into her hands! Let’s welcome 2010 with belief, conviction and hope.

I have customised wish for you all, but there is a twist. I am going to let our close friend “Destiny” pick the best one for each of you. I have given 30 wishes, each one with very specific thought. You would be picking it up according to the order of your comment to this post.

So when you read this post, visit the comment section and see what’s your number, suppose if there are two comments; then read the third wish written below. You have to copy paste it in the comment section and write your thoughts on that. If there are thirty comments, then read the first wish.

Here we go!

1. You are blessed. Everything is going to be alright. When the rain is pouring down it would seem heavy cold and messy, but remember rainbows appear only after rain. Everything is going to be alright. New Year is going to be all right!

2. No one has the right to tell you what you should or shouldn’t do, go by your heart, go by your feelings, for they never lie. Watch your diet and have an easy year ahead.

3. Abundance would fill your house in every way; all you need to do is let it do its job by clearing out unwanted stuff both from your mind and from your house. Make room for new in this New Year, Let energy flow!

4. Love should be unconditional and less expectations. We are here to learn many things and the most important of them is love. Lessons may seem hard at times, but it’s worth taking it. Open up your heart to love and have a lovely year ahead.

5. Health is not just eating the right food it’s also having a right frame of mind. Calm yourself and let go of your worries. Peace of mind is the best wealth in the world.

6. Forgive freely and fully, for it help to get over what’s not best for your progress. Have a wonderful year ahead.

7. Learning something new would help to keep that spark, that’s deep down you, alive. For its soul’s longing to learn things. Have a hearty year ahead. God bless.

8. Remember the hot drink you had watching rain? That’s life; it’s not made of big achievements or financial success, its moments like these that matter most. You know what to do, have fun filled days ahead!

9. Cherish your relationships, at the end of the day we work only for that. Have a great year ahead.

10. Exercising, eating the right food and meditating would keep you away from health problems. We shouldn’t forget the basics. Have a healthy year ahead.

11. Angles are by your side and you should never forget that, guidance would always come, all you have to do is trust! Bless you.

12. Open your palms and read your lines, you are unique and your job is to protect the identity of who you truly are. Let life flow!

13. Words once spoken cannot be retracted, words can kill and they can heal as well. Let your lips carry only blessings for others, for you don’t know the power of them. Have a year filled with abundance in every way.

14. Success is what you define it to be, and the journey is more important than the finish line. Have a successful year ahead.

15. What you are today is the collection of thoughts you had till this time. Choose your thoughts so it can define your future. Have a prosperous new year.

16. We can always use a holiday and there is nothing like many holidays. Life is to enjoy, relax and have fun!

17. Let go of resentment, guilty or any negative feeling you are holding on right now. It’s hard to swim with stones tied to your leg. Let them go and see how your life flourishes.

18. Believe in yourself, soon others would do too. You are much better than what you think you are, give yourself a chance! Have fulfilling year ahead.

19. Watch a sunrise and contemplate your thoughts! Things would settle by itself. Have a happy new year.

20. It’s very important to groom yourself well. Give only your best to others in every way, life would surprise you. Have a fun filled year.

21. Music to ears, food to stomach is what love to soul. Walk the beach, smile and love like there is no tomorrow. Have a lovely year.

22. If it did not happen, it never meant to be. Accepting does not mean you failed, it means you are brave enough to see the reality. And what appears to be failure is not one in the future. Bless you.

23. Welcome! Gym is right around the corner, so stay fit! Have a healthy year ahead.

24. Keep writing, spend on yourself, call your old friend and take care of your favourite thing. Things may stay usual, but that’s a blessing! Have a blessed year ahead.

25. Freedom is important. Free yourself and free others. Have a free new year!

26. Magical world and reality is separated by a thin layer called dreams, the more you believe it, the more the layer shifts for you. Have a magical year ahead.

27. Read more, a thought read in a book can change your life. Happy New Year!

28. Get over it! Make yourself a tea and remember, if you can make your own tea you can do anything in your life. Have fulfilling days ahead.

29. Save money, save water and save your emotions for the right time. Have a peaceful year ahead.

30. God exists and your prayers would be answered duly, hold on to your thoughts and stay positive. Have a happy new year!

Ps: I am not psychic, although I believe psychic powers exist. This is purely for fun and just to see how much coincidence is god’s incident. Pictures were taken during my visit to pual ubin island near Singapore.
Srivats

Update : Thanks to Blogadda for choosing this post as thier spicy saturday pick :) Thanks to Blogadda and all those who commented below, pardon me as I am not replying to individual comments because it would increase the wish count.

Rumour has it all

2009-12-27T02:50:00.005+08:00

I have gaps; you have gaps let’s fill each other’s gaps - This is what my brother and I found while searching for inspirational quotes to put in the marriage invite. Needless to say we spend the next ten minutes laughing like mad. My younger brother’s marriage is due in 6 weeks and I have been running around like a scorpion bitten mad monkey.

Something that really cheered me up before few days.

Never in my life had I imagined to shop 45 sarees, 28 shirts and several children wears, and all at one shot! I am no shopaholic, it’s what we do in Indian marriages (where groom family goes into debt and bride’s goes ~~almost~~ bankrupt). As part of the 3 day ceremony, we are suppose to gift new clothes to our relatives, arrange transportation (if the venue is out of town) and also feed them with ~~DUE~~ RESPECT- All three days!

All I want for christmas is you honey, I dont care about whats underneath my christmas tree

While the arrangements need to be 100% perfect, the ~~DUE~~ RESPECT has to be 200%. One of my aunts did not tell us her kid’s dress size, because she felt we should take her for shopping. After several irritating conversations over phone (which made my mom almost to tears), I had to go down to their home with 3 different sizes of pants and several t-shirts for her kid, just to make her happy.

Apparently her hidden agenda was to get an expensive silk saree. Thanks to blogging and other communication studies, I have paid the ~~DUE~~ RESPECT (read kiss AS$) with some ~~load of~~ smart talking and bows. It’s not something I like to do, but it’s really important to save my family from bad mouths during the marriage. Talking of which, a rumour among my relatives is that I am married to Chinese girl and running a secret family in Singapore. Most believe this is true, because in India younger sibling aren’t allowed to get married before the elder. What funny little world they lead!

A priest's secret Identity, one of the cheer up, keep it cool sessions

My Parents are going through lots of pressure (read b1tc@y relatives) these days and I have to constantly find ways to keep them cool. My mom seems to be going through some hormonal problems; she gets very emotional and cries over silly issues. I can handle a DOA career or kiss A@$ relatives but this bothers me much. And also my hair, I badly need a haircut- gosh I hate finding a new hair dresser.

Our sweet little family

Today we got rid of 88 kgs of old books, several clothes, hundreds of CDs, vessels and numerous other stuffs. Some we donated to our maid and some we sold. (In India we can sell used books/clothes/vessels and get money in return for each kilogram) We made 300rs (less than 8 USD) out of it. It’s not a bargain but our need is to revamp and clear some space in the house. Although I wish it could have been a bunch of my relatives rather than my college books. And I bet every penny in return would be a mega profit. In a way I am thankful to all these issues, they keep me alive and becomes something to fight about. Happy holidays to you all!
Srivats

Less is more

2009-12-21T21:25:00.001+08:00

Hello my friend, how are you doing? After 2 long years I am home. This is supposed to be my break time but it’s getting busier than ever. That’s strange because mostly I am the one inventing the work like cleaning, fixing etc. On the very day I reached here I started cleaning the living room (for the records I am not clean freak, I am just jobless). I brought this home 2 years back and never got to live in it. Now that I am here I am doing a facelift (sometimes even surgery) to make it a better place for my family.

I am not the nagging-non-residential-Indian who complains about everything. But the noise here is bit annoying. While the road fills my ear drum with hundreds of horns (I bet no country makes best use of it) and roaring vehicles, Home does its part by blaring umpteen TV channels.

My Dad is retired and my mom is a home maker. So they have used to watching TV all day long. Worse is when they argue with each other on top of lousy soaps or upbeat Tamil song, which forms an irritating BGM. I have noticed that members of my family talk to each other only during commercial breaks!

Some acquaintances firmly believe that I have lost my mind. To quit abroad job and dreams of making into mass media seems very funny to them. My manager during a recent discussion said, I am confused and lost in the dream world. But I am keeping my hopes high. I guess I need to be positive now, more than ever. I have hit rock bottom, so there is only one way – way up.

I went to Bangalore to meet some of my friends in the weekend. That helped me to unwind and chill myself. I had fun just hanging around, eating in best restaurants or at friend’s houses. I also visited one of the malls and found this rare pick in Landmark. For 250 rupees (less than 10 SGD) this is mere stealing from the shop.

This has everything you need/want to know about FRIENDS

One other thing I had to remind myself these days is that I don’t earn in dollars. I am trying to revert back to my old and simple self; I am taking public transportation as much as I could and also cutting down unwanted expenditures. Sometimes I think I really need to slow down, relax and rest. But so much has changed in my life since last Tuesday and I am trying to keep up by reinventing myself.

This post might seem like a page straight from dairy; it’s just my way of keeping the blogging habit alive. You would definitely see posts, but less of them. Less keeps people wanting more, less makes it simple and less makes something very special just like those good old days!

Srivats

U guessed it right! - Singapore Series

2009-12-13T13:29:00.006+08:00

King of skies, a show not to be missed in bird's park

There is a general perception that Singapore tourism is over rated. What is in Singapore that’s unique? It’s probably smaller than the city you are living now or countries you have already visited. Many call it the microstate of Asia. It does not have cultural monuments like churches of Europe or temples of India, There are no spectacular natural sceneries like that of Holland or Amazon forests, there are no blue beaches and definitely not much history or artefacts to compete with others. But I bet you cannot show me a country with similar background, attracting millions of visitors each year.

A culture that’s melting pot of Chinese, Malay, Indian and Arabic communities. A central hub for travel & transportation, 4 national languages, several museums, a budget destination and a perfect example of the quote “It’s not what you got but what you give”.

Every brick of Singapore that shines today is result of constant planning, hard work and maintenance. The standards of cleanliness, countrywide landscapes and enduring hospitality coupled with manmade attractions are its strength. The chances of you getting robbed cheated or raped is similar to that of me writing a financial column in strait times.

World’s largest, in terms of its occupants and second largest in terms of the land area, Jurong Bird Park has every reason to be number 2 in the countdown. In the last forty years of its existence it has created not just happy customers but a home to more than 8000 birds from 600 different species including some of the most endangered one.

Birds n buddies show

They have many bird shows in different theatres in addition to cages and aviary enclosures. Be there first thing in the morning like a newspaper guy if you want to watch all the shows, feeding times as well as the park. Couple of not to be missed shows are “Birds n Buddies” and “Kings of the Skies”.

The world tallest manmade waterfall is situated in a aviary of the park. Water plunges from 100 feet at 140 liters per second making it perfect place for waterbirds, fishes and plants inside this enclosure.

A historical event happened on this November 17th .I know what you are thinking, but hold your horses. 6 new chicks (not that kind though) in the park makes better history than me turning 30. The new hatchings include very exotic and endangered species such as greater flamingo and golden conure. I think that’s win-win situation between man and nature.

I am sure most of you would have guessed the 1st on the list by now. Yes it’s none other than Sentosa. There is so much to write about this attraction and I would save that for a different post. I am so sorry for not answering your comments or visiting your posts lately (I promise to do it after couple of days when I have all the time in the world).

It’s been very busy these last few days and my head is spinning over packing and finishing the formalities. The only reason I wrote this in such a hurry because one of my blogging friend is visiting Singapore just couple of days after my departure. Here is to life that’s full of arrivals and departures!
Srivats
ps: Thanks to Savi, AJCL and aarti for helping me with watermark :)

Change is permenant - Singapore Series

2009-12-11T17:12:00.003+08:00

My mom was so dissapointed since the lion didnot vomit, on that day ;)

In the last few days I was so busy shopping, packing and couriering stuff that I forgot the change happening to ME. I have to adapt to different lifestyle, culture and people. You might think it’s not big a deal for someone who lived in India for 28 years and that's my sweet home. But if you have lived a perfect system like Singapore your standards of everything is set and it’s such a pain to revert back to the old ways. Singapore has become my home away from home.

In India I would be judged for all my actions, but here I can be myself and still be respected as a person. There are no questions about what time I go home, what I eat/drink and to which deity I bow my head to. When I came here, I realized the only way I could fit in, is be unique and different just like Merlion of Singapore.

A photo with Merlion is destined to be framed for the show case. And I bet people won’t ask you where but when it’s taken. This mythical creature represents the “singa” – the lion the king saw when he landed in this island and its fish tail represents the fishing village it used to be.

Travel to Raffles place MRT (east west/ green line) and take the UOB bank exit. Then walk along the river through Fullerton hotel to Merlion Park. From this place you can catch the beginning of the skyline of Singapore. The best time to go here is evening and you would know why in the next paragraph.

Then take the boat trip from here to Boat quay in Singapore River. You can witness many important buildings of Singapore like museums and parliament in this ride. Clarke/boat quay is much happening night life hub of Singapore. Here you can see funky clubs and bars that would interest you to spend time until wee hours of morning.

The Clarke Quay

Clinic, a themed bar where the nurses attend you with vodka bottle instead of saline

Does it need a explanation or title ?

If you are adventurous person, you can try the reverse bungee and extreme swing here. Initially I was very skeptic and scared to do this, but the thrill and the adrenaline rush is an experience not to miss. Reverse bungee might look scarier than extreme swing, but it’s actually otherwise. In extreme swing you would feel the free fall better than that of reverse bungee. Even if you don't want to do it, its fun watching people go wheeeee .Then you can walk along the coast enjoying the night life and skyline of Singapore.

Night safari is only available in Singapore and it’s on top 3 for some more reasons. This is an open concept zoo with natural barriers. Its one of kind lightings specially designed to look like full moon night is a not to miss opportunity to see nocturnal animals in their natural behavior. Over one million people visit this place every year.

Night safari houses more than one thousand animals, some of which are threatened to extinction species. Please put your camera in no flash mode while taking animal’s picture (believe me they don’t feel like celebrities when flashed dozen times) or better just enjoy the time without taking pictures (That's what I did). Cattle grids are laid all over the park to keep the animals in their habitat.

The tram stops in between for couple of walking trails.

Try to go there by the opening time around 7 pm, and don't miss the animal show. You would be surprised to listen to AR Rehman’s score while animals march in and out of the show. There is also a tribal fire dance attraction near the entrance of the park to enchant the visitors. Make sure to book the tickets with pickup and return transportation, so you don't have to worry about catching cab at 1 am.

The show, the one in the center is white fox, its blurred because of no flash

I used to think zoo is bad for the animal until I read “life of PI”. Freedom is very relative term, for even in wild, animals live only in restricted boundaries, fearing the opponent all the time. In zoo a perfect boundary is created artificially for the animal to feel safe and comfortable. In most cases zoo becomes the perfect place for them to survive the changing environmental conditions.

The z' bar, beware everything is priced according to the location.

No one likes change especially animals. They take days or even months to get used to new surroundings. And once done, even a bucket or mop stick left behind in their habitat can drive them crazy. In many cases the animal which has escaped out of curiosity or other reasons have returned by itself because that's where it feels home. And at this point in my life I can surely empathies with that feeling.

Om Mani Padme Hum - Singapore series

2009-12-10T22:10:00.000+08:00

Serenity personified

You can make out the places someone travelled just by looking at their fridge door, thanks to invention of magnets. If you want to pick up souvenirs for self or for your friends at budget rates, the place to go is china town. You just need an evening to explore this 6th in the countdown attraction.

Get down at china town MRT and take the pagoda road exit. Above this exit, stands a beautiful garden bridge from which you can see the architectural beauty of the china town. All through Pagoda road there are 3 for $10 shops selling different souvenirs. You can also buy table top decorative here, beware some shops are exuberantly priced.

Once you are at the end of the road, quench yourself with chilled Thailand coconuts. Then take right and you can see the famous Hindu (Mariamman) temple. Keep walking and you would reach Buddha tooth relic temple around the corner. It's the biggest Chinese temple in Singapore (so you can’t miss it) dedicated to Maitreya Buddha.

You would be amazed to see hundreds of Buddha statues, in different forms adorning every nook and corner of the temple. You can pay respects and also get blessed by the monks here. There is also a museum in the same complex which has very interesting Buddha relics and idols.

The eateries here sell mostly Chinese or international food. If you want to take good Indian food you can book a table in Annalakshmi that resides right at the exit of MRT, in China town complex. In this restaurant you can eat as much as you want and pay as much as you wish. If you are lucky you can catch celebrities who mostly visit here for its ambience and class. Once I saw Rahul Dravid with his whole family having dinner in the very next table. But none of the customers disturbed him.

At 5 is fountain of wealth. This largest fountain in the world is located at Suntec city. I have written about this lovely place in this post. The best way to go here is by cab (nearest is city hall MRT). They have laser shows in the evening and you can even dedicate a song and wish to your loved one, which will be projected on the fountain.

Can you read suntec city?

If you are tired after roaming around, the best thing you can do is go for foot reflexology. Foot massage and fish spa is growing attraction in Singapore. For about 30$ sgd an hour you can have every nerve of your feet attended in a relaxing environment listening to clinky clunky music. Its little tickling at the first time, but the after feel is so damn good. You would feel like floating at every step you take.
More to come...
Srivats
Ps: Ajcl I am yet to learn the watermark thing, would do so in latter posts :)

Its the final count down - Singapore series

2009-12-09T23:16:00.007+08:00

Last night I was gifted a box Lindt Swiss thins from a friend. It’s a chocolate I would want to safeguard for me in locker. While returning from train station I saw this couple walking along. The dad was carrying a small and cutest baby. Being me, I opened a conversation. The one month old angel’s name is Valarie. Valarie then yawned, a most beautiful one and rubbed her eyes to look at ‘the talking’ me. That was enough for Lindt to find its way from mine to her mom’s hand. The most important things in life are not THINGS. And Giving is more satisfying than receiving.

Garden festivel - 08

Let’s start the countdown of the attractions you have been waiting so far. I narrowed it down to 10 places. For anyone who wants to visit Singapore the first website you should be looking at is this. It has got all the information you need for your trip.

We have already seen how green Singapore is in this post. One thing my mom liked about Singapore is that there is at least one park, walk-able distance for each bunch of apartments. And if these are only normal parks, imagine how the botanical garden would look like. Go green with Botanical and Orchid gardens of Singapore.

No wonder Orchids are adored

At number 9 is Marina barrage. Do you ever wonder how a small island that gets rainfall all through the year never gets flooded? Singapore is famous for many reasons and one of them is how they manage the water bodies. Marina barrage acts as a barrier during high tides. If Singapore river gets flooded during high tides, there are 1600kW electric motors (equivalent to that of plane) that can flush out all the water, keeping Singapore safe from drowning. The eco exhibition halls, green roof and fountains lit by colourful lights makes it perfect place to hang out by night. You can catch the beautiful skyline of Singapore from here.

Arial view - Courtesy asiagreen.com

These pics doesnot do justice to the real experience

What is the point of being in shopping island without visiting its largest retailer destination? Vivo city – the biggg.. shopping mall, takes up the 8th place not just for its sheer variety of shops but also for the entertainment it offers. You can easily spend a day here roaming around, shopping, eating and also relaxing in the knee-deep-pool terrace garden. The architecture of this building leaves me speechless every time. The terrace is not flat but wavy and they grow trees on it! If you are here around Christmas you can check out one of the largest Christmas tree and startling stage shows.

Vivo City Arial view model - Courtesy basf-cc.com

Children play area - Vivo City

Thats last year christmas tree at vivo city - its several times bigger than me ;)

The royal seven goes to the loyal orchard road. The Singapore’s trade mark destination for ages. It’s more than a shopping street to say, its lifestyle! You would be tired of counting the number of shopping malls and choosing the best of them. During Christmas /New Year the street literally lights up. Every year unique and creative decorations are made for the entire road, all the way to the President’s residence at the end of it. This year they have special lights that look like rain falling and dripping from the trees.

Last year at Orchard road

One of the decorations at a mall - orchard road

Traditional yet modren - can u guess the scene ?

More to be shared...

Welcome to my Farewell - Singapore Series

2009-12-08T18:53:00.001+08:00

Its official now! I got my itinerary for travel to India. Next week same time I would be home. I am not sure whether I am excited or scared or happy. Last two nights went sleepless, while I was trying to find my closure. I know its going to be ok. It’s just the anxiety and discomforts of the transition stage that's flipping me out.

Near Espalande Singapore 20 december 2007

It’s hard to summarize two years of my life here. I learnt cooking, washing and also the one thing I thought I would never do, the thing I hated for my entire life – Ironing. I learnt more about myself through difficult times, because I was all by myself. Living away from family would teach you more lessons than any college will.

I missed my family in the first few months and also had a terrible break up from a long time relationship. I vividly remember breaking down in the toilet of an amusement park. Albeit, it’s all those things that sculpted ME and I am grateful for it.

My office building.

On the flip side, Singapore gave me many things to remember by, especially my mom’s visit here. If you are a middle class Indian you would preciously understand the feeling of showing abroad to your parents. This advertisement was my dream few years back.

Sentosa island , July 2008

This year I have done more travels (for holidays) than I ever did in my entire life. I even went on a cruise ship that looked like a small city. Thanks to the insurance, I got my sinus operated (100% free) in the top class hospital. The last 6 months I lived with my colleagues, made up for the hostel days I never had.

The view from my current home in Tampines, Singapore

In these last few days of my stay here, let me tell you how beautiful this place is and what not to miss when you come here. Welcome to Singapore!

Colors of life - Bali Trip Finale

2009-12-04T17:22:00.005+08:00

Go Green , Butteryfly park - Bali

I wish you were here with me, in my cubical to watch the rain, through the windows. The heavy rain is accompanied by wind blowing it in all directions. It as if she is determined to reach every nook and corner for drenching it. Rain is special to each of us, because its life in action. It’s God herself, manifesting right in front of our eyes, feeding (us) her children.

I brought a framed blue butterfly, like in the picture , FYI they are not killed for this

Eating by the rice fields of Bali was so addicting, that we spent good two hours relaxing in the restaurant, and then walking around its neighborhood. Later we slept our way to Butterfly Park. Actually the driver decided to stop there because we had sometime to kill before the sunset watch in an iconic place. But it turned out to be very interesting.

The baby butterflies inside the shelter

We walked around the park, which had so many different flowers. The main enclave with plastic chain entrance nurses the cocoons and baby butterflies. A good looking smiley patiently explained to us, a lot about the Butterflies. To me she actually looked like butterfly fairy.

One of her job is to go around the park everyday and bring the cocoons to the shelter, where it will be safe from rats, squirrels and other predators.

One hibuscus flower can feed upto 5 butterflies, its like megamart for them

After about half a month the butterflies are born. They are kept in the shelter for half day, to train themselves to fly. Then they are let out to the park area, where they can feed themselves from hundreds of flowers. Unlike Singapore park, they don't feed artificial food (like banana or nectar) here. She told me that doing so would reduce the lifetime of the butterfly.

They mate only once in their life time for 8 hours & They live only for 2 weeks.

I guess life should be such. See only the beauty of life, like how they look for flowers in the garden. Find only the best out of everyone you meet, like how they find the best nectar. And live an admirable, beautiful and independent life even it’s only for a while.

Pura Tana Lot temple - arial view, courtesy pbase.com

Then we traveled to Tanah lot temple. We got down at the car park and walked through the vibrant market towards the sea temple. I had corn and Cendol.

Traditional Ondeh Ondeh, she held it out to me with love and i couldnt say no to it.

Fresh Corn and Cendol(below), Emma you must be jumping with joy

Cendol is made from pea dough, crushed ice, palm sugar, coconut milk and pandan leaves.Its quite popular in Singapore makhans.Sometimes they also add red beans, Very tasty and filling.

If there is a top ten list of places to watch beautiful sunsets, this would be one of them. Tanah lot means an island floating on the sea. A Hindu priest named Nirartha, advised the fisherman to build this temple here, as he felt this place to be sacred.

They say there are black and white, tame holy snakes found in the base of the island. These are believed to be the guardians of the temple from evil spirits. You can even visit the holy snakes here for a minimal fee.

There is also a holy spring at the base of the temple. I was asked to wash my face here. Later the priest blessed me, by applying rice on my forehead and keeping a flower on my ears. Then we walked around the area, posing and taking pictures.

Sun started descending and we stood on the rock mesmerized by the spectacular display of colors. Its like natural fireworks. Its the colors of life which is consistent from feathers of flies to that of skies.

Be it rain or ocean, our life is so small like that of butterfly in front of her magnificence forms. But our presence is significant like every drop of it. Thanks a lot for travelling with me. Wishing you all a trip to Bali.

Rice pudding, banana fritters and Ralph Lauren - Bali Trip 6

2009-12-03T17:59:00.000+08:00

My x-colleague and best friend Sri is celebrating her birthday today. This year is double exciting because she is on family way; please join me in wishing her all the very best and fun filled Birthday. I dedicate this post to her. I sent her this video today and couldn’t stop humming it since then: P

As we got higher on the mountain of Bali, the air became cooler and felt much like our kodaikanal or ooty. We arraived at Ulun Danu Beratan Temple which is located at the banks of a Beratan lake in Candi Kuning countryside.The temple with lake and mountain back drop is wonderful sight to watch.

Path to the temple, click to see the lake and mountain back drop.

The split gate, every temple, resort or traditional home has this entrance

Danu Beratan mount is the goddess of the prosperity and fertility, the lake goes by the same name. Ulun comes from Hulu word which means power. Many Balinese come here with family to pray just like India. We even saw a bride getting ready for photo shoot.

This guy agreed with a smile, when I asked him for a picture with his family.

The courtyard , check out the thatch roof

Balinese residents call this as “Kahyangan Jagat” - The biggest group of Hindu temple. It has 4 sanctums, for Shiva, Vishnu, Brahma and Lakshmi.

This is the scene printed in 50,000 rupiah of Indonesia.

This is the first time I went below the equator; Bali is located 8 degree to the south of it. It has no time difference from Singapore, although the life here is more relaxed. The traffic is closer to that of India. It’s fairly clean and has sunny tropical climate.

We sat there in the bank for sometime soaking into this view

Later we travelled to one of the rice terrace of Bali for lunch. Bali has its volcanic origin like most of Indonesia, the high rainfall and rich volcanic soil is perfect for Agriculture.

The rice terrace

The terracing and complex irrigation system is the success of growing abundant rice, which is used as main diet and also for export. I felt like prince, owing to the view , the food and the hospitality I recieved in the afternoon. These are the moments I feel so blessed.

The restaurant

With this view

Indonesian fried rice, Mixed veggie, spring roll, cracker, salad and even pickle

Black rice pudding, banana fritters with cinnamon coconut Sauce

Tourism has over taken this main occupation of Bali only recently. Now people prefer to work for tourists (in shops,hotels and cabs) than doing agriculture. The tourism can make or break a place; in most cases it does the latter. The challenge is to maintain a constant internal food supply, revenue and minimize the exploitation by tourism.

Globalisation? if I have to see the same cloth or coffee shop everywhere I would rather stay at home.

Be it place or person, preserving the Identity is the life’s most precious goal.

Dance when you get the chance - Bali Trip 5

2009-12-02T18:26:00.000+08:00

Lunch time at office has become more interesting due to my pregnant colleague. Every now and then she would ask us to do tummy watch for possible movements and occasional baby kicks. The baby seems to have performance pressure though, it hardly moves while we are watching. It might dance to the drums.

Mata hari bungalow the hotel we stayed, from the breakfast hall

After visiting few temples along the way we went to see the famous traditional dance of Bali called Kecak. Its Balinese dance cum drama performance orchestrated by male chorus (no music instruments used). A group of men sit in semi circle around a lighted lamp while the dancers perform scenes of Ramayana.

The open auditorium suddenly got jam packed with audience around 7:30 pm and the only lighting was from the lamps lit in the center of the stage. The show started as men started chanting the word “cak” and occasionally threw their arms up in the air towards the lamp. This action denotes the Hanuman / Vanaras – monkey which helped the king Rama to defeat Ravana who kidnapped his wife. Have a look at this link.

We couldnt take many as our battery died out, at far end u can see hanuman on the tree

The”cak” sound became the base rhythm over which other performers sang and chanted mantras. I liked the performance of the “Sita” she looked beautiful and danced with intricate expressions and elegant steps. Every time she appeared on stage it smelled wonderful (must be a country perfume). After the happy ending, one of the performers acted like he was possessed by some demon and danced on fire!

This dance used to be a trance ritual used for exorcism. During 1930 a German painter got interested in this ritual and made it as drama cum dance performance to be presented to western audience. Then it became famous in and out of Bali. These days the demon possessed actors dance in fire every night, all around of Bali. Thanks to westernization, the ritual that was part of the culture is separated and molded into art that doesn’t vibe with them anymore!

The fire, smoke, strange orchestra and demon dances felt very spooky to me. Something in me wanted to get up and dance with them (demon I guess). After dinner we tasted the nightlife of Bali in a hot happening club and I got to dance like its no body’s business. I tried Bali Joe cocktail and it was smooth. The ambiance and music was so entertaining. We even got to see the Beyounce of Bali performing " All the single ladies ". The night life of Bali is ~~probably~~ the main reasons why it’s popular with western world. City comes to life in the night and restaurants/bars are open until wee hours of morning. We were caught in traffic jam at 1 am and decided to walk to the hotel.

Ulun Danu Bratan Temple, can u see Rama and Ravan on the door ?

We had a late morning on Sunday and started to “Ulun Danu Bratan” temple that's located in a lake at the crater of what used be a volcano. On the way I asked the driver to stop at this valley.

Valley along the way to the temple, its Cabbage on the right

I walked around the strawberry farm, we couldnt understand each other but she was friendly

This is what " fresh from the farm" actually means ;)

I also tried local snacks, it tasted similar to Indian snacks, Emma this ones for you ;)

More to come..

Blessings of Goa Gajah - Bali Trip 4

2009-12-01T17:08:00.000+08:00

Suppose I am about to die and my life flashes before me, I wonder what images would be in it. Like my mom hugging and consoling me, the small temple on the way to the school, my maths teacher dictating a formula, the smile of my love by the beach. These came to my mind when I closed my eyes for a second now. But If I were to pick the Images I would like Bali to be part of it. For I feel closer to its architecture/sculptures, the natural beauty and friendly people of this place.

A huge sculpture in the intersection of the road, taken from the car

We travelled to the world famous “Goa Gajah” (A UNESCO world heritage site) cave located near the town of Bedulu. We paid 10,000 Rupaih per person for the entrance and that included a rental of Sarong (the cloth to tie around the waist if you were wearing shorts). The steep valley lead us to the temple area which had some ruins on to the left ( the original entrance we were told) a bathing pond on to the right and the main attraction the cave at the centre. A temple attendent volunteered to show us around.

Click to see the full beauty of the pond.

Archaeologist from holland found this site during 1923 and the bathing pond of seven statues were found only by 1950. These seven statues denote the seven sacred rivers of India. One of them broke during the recent earth quake. I was more than happy to carry my water ritual there. Aarti its not a patel pose :P

I am wearing the sarong to respect the sanctity of the place, the water is coming from the spring.

The Hindu Buddhist temple/monastery is believed to be from 11th century and sacred meditation place for the followers of the amalgam. “Gao Gajah” means Elephant Cave, and believe to refer to the Elephant god present inside the cave. Some believe the name comes from the Elephant river, Sungai Petanu.

The cave’s gate is protected by two guards, and the demon mouth like structure is called Kala, believe to ward of any evil spirits. The five fingers of the devil represent the five stages one crosses during the meditation inside the cave. Few triangular shaped shelves, big enough to fit a grown man to sit for meditation, are present inside the cave.

Goa Gajah in Sanskrit scripts refers to “Antakunjarapada “(Kunjara means elephant and elephants are not found in Bali) historian believe this place has connections with ‘Kunjarakunja’ the hermit abode where Rishi Agastiya did penance in India. I was told the followers took a dip in the pool before meditating inside the cave.The Cave contains Ganapathy- the elephant God, Buddhist gods and also Trinity.

"canang"is offering of flowers in a container made by young coconut leaves, click to see it clearly.

My love asked me what did I pray inside the cave, I said when we are at a place much higher than ourselves we shouldnt ask for anything silly but rather pray to be blessed. Later we climbed further down to the holy spring where the remains of big Buddha statue are found.

Our attended who spoke decent english and was very happy over a small tip.

Attend said, the huge Buddha statue was believed to be fallen off the nearby peak and archaeologists were not able to complete the statue with the remains.

The remains of buddha statue, a small stream flows behind it

There is also a small temple in that place, and the priest blessed us with holy water. We were told few original sculptures were stolen from this place, because of thier antique value and never been found.

A view while climbing back.

We climbed back to the sights of rice fields to the car park feeling serene, peaceful and blessed by the energy of the place. More to come..

Compensations of God - Bali Trip 3

2009-11-30T17:43:00.000+08:00

Our company has announced that there won’t be a increment this year. We had 5% salary cut last year and this year’s no increment deal is keeping our salary lower than it used to be 2 years back. You may think I am cribbing about the job I have when people lose jobs. That's the ideal way of looking at it but, the situation here is different.

On the Ubud Palace wall, Bali

For the last two years the company made profits quarter after quarter, management have cut costs in everything and even brought another big company, double the size of our employees. Isn’t it the duty of the management to compensate the employee when they have utilized their work and made profits? Ramesh, May be you could help me understand this. I think the company looses its reputation; the moment it forgoes the value of their primary asset, the employees.

Ubud Palace, Courtyard

Last Friday was holiday here (owing to Bakrid) so I got myself invited to Athivas house and she invited Chotu and co to join the occasion. We had sumptuous meal and settled on each corner of the living room like Anacondas. While the family had a hearty chat, chotu walked around playing own games with randomly chosen participants. What started as a lunch date lasted one past midnight, with two meals, umpteen snacks, and a tour to the local park at mid night!

One of the towers inside the palace.

It was on the moment, have fun day and I cancelled my dinner date and marathon calls while on it. Thanks so much Athivas/AJCL for the meals, hospitality and the wonderful time. It felt like the best family time I had in the last two years.

Ubud palace entrance

Puri Saren Ubud is well known Palace in Ubud, used by the last king of Bali. I was told that descendants still live here. Once a governance center has now become a tourist attraction and also a home stay hotel.

There were many enclosures inside the palace, most of which were closed to the visitors.

The unique buildings and ornamented Balinese traditional interiors demonstrate artistic culture of Bali.

This is the back drop for the open stage where the Balinese traditional dances were held. Later that night we also visited a dance performance. I shall post those pictures and about the dance in the next post. The palace is located right across the market (from age old days) which is vibrant with local handicrafts, paintings and clothes.

Moment of truth.. In "love" with the monster ;)

While I was posing for snaps in the steps of a closed enclave, I saw few tourists looking at my direction with chorus “oh”, like they have seen something amusing. I smiled widely thinking they were admiring me. A second later I was sniffed by this huge friendly dog, who must be residing in the home stay hotel.

A sniff which burst my ego bubble into laughter.

The gold ornated stage amidst the greenary, is like cherry on ice cream

These Instruments are called gamelan and is usually performed with traditional Balinese dances in the open stage.

You must be wondering about the idol at the center..

Yes she is our "Kalaivaani/Saraswati" in indonesian style.

After a quick check on the market we started to another hidden beauty of Bali.

I love the tradition of Thanksgiving Day, I am thankful for love, travels and friends this year. I think God never forgets when it comes to compensation; it’s just that, it won’t always be a salary increment.

Gazing sights of Lazy morning - Bali Trip 2

2009-11-25T18:44:00.000+08:00

There is a Standard Charted bank promotion happening near the food court lobby in my office. A polite harassment, I think. How can I forgo someone greeting with smiley face and extended arm? Every time I walk the lobby, I need to explain to sales man (there are many) that I am no Permanent resident here and leaving Singapore next month (both doesn’t qualify me for the card).

On our Buffet table, Mata Hari bunglow Bali

Contrary to this, my health insurance agent (Mayfair) took me for a spin over an unsettled claim. Fighting for it literally gave me a nervous break down. I know I am right but this morning after his mega serial lame excuses, I just gave up. I sent him just three words “God bless you”.

View from the room

Last Saturday found me waking up to this view in Bali, after a tiresome flight and late night food expedition. We had a continental breakfast -a buffet that overlooked the pool. Then we took a pre booked cab and asked the driver to take us around. Ideally this is not me; I plan and tell where exactly I would like to go. But this time I decided to sit back and relax in the company of my friends.

The small lotus pond was such a beauty to watch

All through the road we noticed several temples, and innumerable shops that sold sculptures from peanut to life size or even bigger. Bali is brand by itself for its art and beautiful temples.

When Islam gained power in Java Island during 16th century, Bali became the refuge for many Hindus. Today 93% of Bali population adheres to Balinese Hinduism, an amalgam in which gods and demigods are worshipped together.

Buddhist heroes, Indian gods, ancestor worship, and mythological characters all form the composite of this religion.

The driver decided to stop in this Sanur beach, which had nothing happening at the hot noon time. My friend and I decided to sit in the shade and have a tender coconut. We took our own time to finish, while others got their skin burnt strolling in the sun.

The huge coconut was nicely cut and came with a piece of lime.

I told the driver not to take us to anymore beach in the hot sun. Then he took us to the Batik Art center, which was just ok.

Batik art in Bali happened recently due to the raise of tourism and the need to have more souvenirs. I hope India learns how to market a place through souvenirs soon.

Thats just a pose, the lady who was doing, promptly removed a thread so it doesnot weave.

After a small shopping and photo spree, it was already time for lunch.

Then we visited this restaurant called Adia asri in Ubud. I took immediate liking to the well decorated cozy place, courteous service and the lovely view to the fields by the dining table.

Looks familiar isnt? :)

Eating by the rice field, just like good oldddd days

To top it all they had vegetarian meals! 1 USD is 9,470 Indonesian Rupiahs

I took the karala (derived from kerala?) special which had curry, rice and had a cocktail of banana, papaya and pineapple.

For desert I ordered a traditional Indonesian crepe with coconut and palm sugar filling locally known as Dadar Unti. Then we set out to wonderful architectures of Bali.

From the Bays of Bali - Bali Trip 1

2009-11-23T18:36:00.000+08:00

What travelling does to mind is better than a bowl of fresh fruits to the body.

This morning I returned to Singapore from Bali, Indonesia. It was a short trip for such a lovely place. Sometimes I think I don't understand/do a proper holiday. First an exotic place is not a weekend get away, second a holiday with so much on the agenda doesn’t qualify as one. As always the constraints of time or money or both becomes the deciding factor.

A silent contemplation by the sunset is better than any psychiatrist.

I envy all those foreigners I met on this trip. For them, a holiday in an island means walking in sandals, eating local food, relaxing and totally soaking up to the energy, the place had to offer. For visiting a country is more than putting a red pin over the map and pat on shoulders. But I rather have at least two days of it than postponing until the day I am ready to travel upwards.

A monument is like a vailed bride, holding her beauty only for the explorer.

While coming back, I promised myself that I would work harder and also treat myself with longer holidays with all that I earn.

Every place's culture and people have something to offer to us, our job is to let them.

With that note let me introduce to you the land of thousand temples, The Bali. I would try my best to give you a glimpse of it, in this travelogue. Welcome on board!

p.s: The quotes by the pictures are from your's lovingly ;)

Game, Video and Travel alert!

2009-11-20T17:49:00.000+08:00

TGIF! How well you know about gravity? See for yourself with this game (Ramesh you too, its manly & age appropriate :P). The dynamics of it left me totally addicted so much that I am wondering why the words have not fallen off from my screen. By the way I have completed all levels with very little cheating ;)

A friend of mine passed me this video. When the Genius, Pranav said he wants to make the technology available to everyone, I went speechless. While businessmen are making money in every area, here is an untainted soul that believes in sharing and enriching humanity! God bless you Pranav!

Just use the inside portion ;)

I tried passion fruit milkshake couple of days back and it turned out to be yummy. Take the pulp from inside the passion fruit, put it in the blender. Add milk, sugar/honey and ice.After blending filter the liquid to remove the seeds. There you go! I would be trying variations later, would let you know about it.

The worst advertisement campaign ever should go to the above banner with captions like " she married him!" God bless those who still want to use such services.

Turning 30, boredom at work and some less pampering at love front were stressful to take. So few friends and I, will be treating ourselves to this place, the land of temples and beaches, for weekend. A place I have been wanting to go before returning to india. Its good to see my back pack by my desk. Sorry Gils I don't think you are going to like next week’s posts ;) Have a good weekend everyone!

Ramesh I have put 3 pictures, happy now ? ;)

p.s: Blogger is behaving odd these days, I guess WP is better, isn’t? Is shifting hard?

Vats' Verses

2009-11-18T16:27:00.000+08:00

The more the office work is, the more you get ideas to write post, when its otherwise your mind would dry up equivalent to that of Sahara.

Your relaxing weekend would always involve a short trip to nearby city and exhausted you on Monday morning.

Irritation coupled with anger is the precise feeling you get, when a friend (with a profile picture of rose or duck and a quote instead of name, that left you no choice but to ask who he is) left a personal message in your networking site, is disappointed that you forgot him.

Dieting is not an one time activity.

Pressing the lift button umpteen times would not get you faster to the car park.

Exchange rate is inversely proportional to the need/availability to transfer money to India.

Just when you figure out and master your job, you were either given promotion, or change of profile only to go through the same cycle.

The necessary expense is directly proportional to salary increment.

No amount of money can buy you that zero figure.

A thorough scolding at your favourite friend/love/god is followed by a surprise that would leave you guilty and small.

Bad network is what happens when you want to talk something important.

Rain and your laundry day are best friends.

The annoying newsletters are always delivered in perfect condition and on time.

“Misunderstanding” is the escape used, when both knew and meant all that was said.

I bet your head will explode out of curiosity if you don't open the new message in your hand phone in 5 minutes.

When you are over weight, its time to change the weighing machine.

You pay your dietian, to hear exactly the same things you know or your loved ones have told you

p.s1 : Thanks for all the wishes, post(thanks preethe), sms, calls scraps yesterday :) Afterall turning thirty wasnt that bad :P
p.s 2: Thanks Ashwini shenoy for sending the story for the game. She wrote to me and I quote " I know the competition is long over but I thought what the heck! :D " - Thats the spirit! :) I have posted it along with other stories.

2012 is not an end

2009-11-16T18:36:00.000+08:00

I watched 2012 in the weekend and quite fascinated by it. The movie as you might expect, opens with a shocking research findings, from Indian scientist Jimmy misty. He discovers that sunspots and ‘super neutrinos’ boiling the Earth's core, which would lead to the disastrous doom’s day as predicted by Mayan’s calendar. Then it follows a divorced couple (John Cusack and Amanda peet – looks lovely by the way) and kids (it reminds me so much of War of worlds) trying to survive it.

After 20 minutes the movie kicks in with so much action, that I found hard to cope up with it. Earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, meteor showers and the magnetic displacement of the poles, everything happening at the same time! The creative imagination of this orgy is a lot to take in at one sitting. There is no spoiler alert for the movie, even if I write scene by scene you would still want to watch it.

The visuals are so (destructively) impressive, that it would be really hard for any movie to top it. I can vouch this is THE DISASTER movie of all the time. I guess that's what is expected from Roland Emmerich, the director of Independence Day and Day after tomorrow. As far as the adrenaline rush from the CG graphics spectacle goes, it doesn’t get any better than this.

Noah’s ark story said in new light is what 2012 is about. How can one even think, yet alone plan a contingency plan to doom’s day?! Some parts of this plan are so ridiculous, like US managing to keep the findings secret, from major population of the world.

The director has succeeded in reaching the global audience with many details. Like the Afro American president (wise choice) who decides to die with people. A Russian billionaire owning advanced cars. Italian president stays back and prays in the Vatican cathedral. An Indian scientist from lousy environment with high end computer! Chinese workers building the ship and Chinese monk helping hero’s family to board etc...

While the trailers of 2012 gave me this nightmare, the impact of the movie is indescribable. I learned about the significance of 2012 few years back in my mediation class. Have you noticed the set of ants climbed on you bite at the same time? That's because they don't think individually but collectively. That's the kind of collective consciousness the earth is perceived to hold and it’s been evolving for millions of years along with humans.

As you can see there are so many wars, sufferings and so many deaths by various sources, happening today, more than it ever did in the past. While many conspiracies predict the actual end of the world by this year, spiritual leaders believe the current period as cleansing time for earth.

These leaders from various religious practices believe there would be a break even point, during 2012. The ratio of people who believe in peace, harmony, love, empathy, meditate/pray for thyself and others to those who does otherwise would increase significantly. This would not mark the end of the world, rather beginning of new world, with everything nice. As Christians believe “The kingdom of heaven would come down to earth”.

When I had these night mares and wondering about it, I received a mail from my guru asking us to mediate for earth (a mediation to heal the earth) regularly to help it cross over the rough time. As a person who believes in the slogan “everything happens for a reason” I follow this order. I don't think everyone would agree or relate to such concepts, but I am sure everyone of us prefers a better future to doom’s day.

Every single thought of ours has power. Believe me your friend calling you the moment you think about him is more than coincidence. Please watch this movie, hoping /praying/visualizing/believing that such thing would never happen to our mother earth. I hope the movie would serve as wake up call to everyone to respect and conserve nature.

Sleepy meetings and sleepless ceremonies

2009-11-13T18:39:00.000+08:00

TGIF! Today is my little brother’s engagement.Its strange, still remember fighting over a candy bar with him. It’s an arranged marriage and they are having an official ceremony to declare it. Even if its love marriage, The Guy doesn’t go down on one knee in Indian custom, it will still be an official family affair. The celebration is happening in a town called “hosur” (in the girls place, as a custom), few hours drive from our home in Chennai. So my brother had booked two buses (!) for the family, and friends to commute.

Indian marriage is like a crazy circus, where petty things would be blown out of proportion and staged by the relatives. Like the quantity/quality of food served, or not been given enough “respect” / “gifts”. Managing the demanding relatives becomes the priority of the parents, groom and bride to be! I bet mom and dad had sleepless nights since last week, mentally rehearsing and preparing for this occasion.

Then just like Vishal post the worst thing happened. Last night on the road, one bus had a flat tyre! And that batch of people arrived late. Surprisingly my dad kept cool, in fact he was enjoying telling me that, most of them were mom’s relatives ;) These are the times I miss my dad the most.

While all this is happening, I am sitting in office abroad, testing applications, listening to this. Then the worst happened. Manager called for a 2 hour document review meeting. A post-lunch-sit-in-the-dark room-staring-projector-light can make a good test for stay-awake contest. If you are just like me who finds it hard to keep up your eye shutters, then the following tricks might help you.

Buy a canned drink or have a coffee. Take it in slow sips. Have a good game counting the maximum number of sips you can make out of the drink. Da..daah before you know the meeting is over.

Tilt your head to the side, squint your eyes and nod your head looking at the manager for every few mins. In the back of your mind you can plan your vacation, or wonder about prefect dinner. It would also help you to gain brownie points from manager.

If more members are present, have fun watching them. Misery loves company!

When the manager change the slide, suddenly interrupt and ask to move a slide back. Say you couldn't follow and ask to elaborate on it again. Be careful not to overdo, then points would turn negative.

Bite your tongue or Pinch yourself. If it still doesn’t work, then ask your buddy sitting next to you to do it. Be sure to ask someone, you are in good terms with.

Similarly if you have some back stabbing to do, dial your buddy number hoping its not in silent mode. As soon as the ringtone blares, cut the call and act cool.

Have a chocolate(keep it unwrapped) or chewing gum. Just dont get excited and blow bubble.

Close your eyes, and rub your head as if you are suffering from a head ach. Or put your thumb and forefinger around the nose and pretend you are thinking hard. Now and then open your eyes and do some movement.

Write what ever you feel at the moment in the notepad. Don't worry no one would read. In fact I wrote this in my meeting. As thumb rule write them in your worst possible hand writing.

After surviving the two hour misery, I called to check on my brother. The function was over and he was having lunch with his would-be. With little hint he passed the phone to her. Since its my first time talking to her I became extremely uncomfortable. I couldn't say anything more than “Congratulations”, and then she said “we missed you here anna (brother)”

Here’s to the silly meeting tricks and new found relations where heart finds dew drops of joy!

The Hill, Wave and Stream - Singapore Series

2009-11-12T17:52:00.000+08:00

I bet you can’t spot Singapore in the world map. And if you do, the hole made by the red pin would be bigger than the size of Singapore. If you happen to pay more than 40$ in the cab to anywhere in the city, you would probably be going around in circle or on sea waters. That's how small this island is. Yet it's a nation well known for its global presence in economy, tourism, vibrant diverse culture and cleanliness!

Mount Faber park

Its one of the most stable government in the world and the threat levels from any source are low, so every major bank has a branch here. You can walk on road or take cab at 2 am with all your jewels and possessions and still be safe. The comforts of lifestyle here makes it second home to any expats like me (many give up their original citizenship to be a Singaporean). In this series I am hoping to provide you a glimpse of this wonderful place.

When I landed in Singapore two years back, I expected to see only sky scrapers. But the eye cooling greenery, landscaped to perfection by the road side and numerous parks surprised me very much. Mount Faber Park is such lush green luxury situated closer to the famous Vivo city shopping mall.

You can access Mount Faber Park either through the cable cars from harbor front or through the bus. Get down at Jewel box in either case. This is the high dining (on top of the mountain facing the sea) and high priced restaurant, so instead of putting a hole in the purse carry some snacks and drink and just enjoy the view. If you are with family and if the weather is good carry a plastic sheet to have a lovely picnic

The gallery, taken 2 years back

The Faber walk is picturesque trail covering the beautiful park towards the top of the hill. There is a small gallery about Singapore history. The steps behind the building would lead you to this breath taking view of the southern islands, including the famous sentosa. For the trail info please click here

And on the other side you can see sky scrapers of Singapore.

You would also find the iconic Merlion sculpture standing tall in the flora and fauna covered park.This is just about enjoying nature and taking a good walk, so just relax and take your time instead of rushing through this place.

Henderson Waves

You don't need map to be walking around, as the name boards here are sufficient enough to guide you through the walk. The walk ends in the artistic cum engineering marvel, the Henderson waves bridge.

This highest pedestrian bridge (120ft above the road) connects Mount Faber to Telok Blangah Hill Park. An alternate way to go to this bridge is to take a bus from Harbor front to Henderson road and walk the way up to the bridge.

The path is made entirely by planks of wood on steel structure

View of the Henderson Road from bridge, can you spot the bus stop?

Once you cross the bridge you would be greeted by the dense rainforest trails. There are resting huts with wending machine, view points, child play and exercise zones here.

Although this park is famous for married couples, you can see many taking a jog or walk in the trails.

Play zone, relaxing area

Last time we went there, we got down towards the left to Henderson road. We saw this beautiful stream and pond on the way down. Then we took bus to harbor front Vivo city mall for dinner.

Food for thoughts and stories to talk

2009-11-10T17:50:00.000+08:00

The page markers I made for consolation prize, The one on the left is for Rachana's Humming Today. The one on the right is for Savitha, It denotes her vibrant yet sensitive and elegent personality.

Today I ate rice by hand at lunch (I have lost this habit a while ago). It does have a difference in taste. I read somewhere that it helps by preparing the body to assimilate the kind of food you are taking. (Contact with oily food would make u secrete more gastric juice required for the digestion) Talking about food, Singapore has got vast variety even for a veggie like me. When I pack my bags by next month, I am going to miss eateries/food that isn’t available in India.

Here goes the rest of the stories from the contest, I am sure you are going to have as much as fun as I did while reading them. I have included the details of my favorite foods (of Singapore) in between for you to snack while reading ;)

Ondeh Ondeh, a malay sweet, equivalent of Kozhakatti with sweet center, I am addicted to it!

Prateek Gupta‘s story
An early bird entry, this story starts like a super hit Indian movie. Old hero reeling back to his past. Then it takes interesting twist and a social message at the end.
5- There was a man, old and lonely, like he was dead in the spirit. He used to sit by the sea for the long time and think of the past he had.
3- The day he was young, had energy and physique well enough to be admirable.
1- he did remember how the women were crazy after him to be his girl
10- Then how he met her, the women of his dreams. Love of his life. He was lucky to meet her
2- And to ask her to marry him. The day he held her hands he knew his life would be the long wanted dream.
9- He got a family, a happy one. He cherished the childhood of his children and revelled their growing up to be a fine people.He was proud of what he had done and achieved till now.
6- Now his children had moved out from the secure and protected cage of his home to start their own life, like a free bird. And he was left alone.
7- He realised, that his life until now has been personal. It was time to scale new hieghts, give it back to the society and people is general who were not as lucky as he was.
8- He saw the misery of people all around him, the people who were not as blessed as he was. People who still were fighting for two sqaure meals for their chldren and a roof over their heads. he decided that he would do something for the ones not so lucky.
4- He decided that he would be a small joker in the scheme of things where he could put a smile on the faces of the ones who didn't had a reasont to smile. A purpose was all he needed to feel alive, in his desire to spread the smile he found one.

Famous Roti Prata of singapore makhan(food cour), very different from Indian Parota or Parata , Crispy oily and very tasty.

Aparna’s Story
This is another early bird entry. I liked this story the most, because it had metaphorical meaning to each picture. Such thoughts can only come from a person who has profound insight over life. Read for yourself.
5. Today, I sit and watch the vast expanse of the ocean, the calm it brings me is unparalleled. I look back on, you, life at your different stages and realize that this is what it really boils down to. At times you looked like you were speeding past me, at other times, it you looked placid and still.
1.I had the most precious childhood, straight out of a fairy tale. Laughter unlimited, loves abound and life itself was a celebration. There was really no time to brood or feel sad, and money definitely was not the yard stick for success. I remember the old lane our house was on, of carnivals and festivities at every conceivable instance. I’m really thankful for all the joy and grounding that section of you (life) brought me.
7.I was always taught to strive for success, that there really was no shortcut and climbing the steep, ruthless mountains, braving the sun were only foundations for a great future ahead.
3.Of course, there were so many hurdles on the way that I learnt the best way to beat them was at their own game. It was not prudent to just sit and sulk. And I’m really thankful for all the valuable lessons that this section of life (youth) gave me.
2.Sometimes, in life, we meet people who change the way our thoughts work, change our perceptions and generally bring out the best in us. It’s like they have a hidden key to our soul somewhere and know exactly what is going on within us. No words need be spoken, they just know and offer comfort, love and togetherness like no other. I’m lucky to have found my soul mate, in a world where its difficult to find constant acquaintances. A life partner who taught me how to love and be loved. And I’m really thankful to you life for this section, for giving someone to enjoy your different myriad hues with.
I have had many complaints with you, life and I have cribbed, cried, sulked, gotten angry with you and been nasty. I’m guilty of even wasting precious moments wallowing in past miseries. But somehow, you have always worked your magic, got me back on my feet , leaving me wanting for more. It was really worth it, every minute of you.
6.Today all I want to be is set free.

Waffels, you can get one for a dollar in small take away eatiers, I love theblueberry filling.

Vegetarian Pasta from Pasta mania, I also love thier portebello mushroom thin crust pizza.

G3 Story 1
I expected a comical story from her, but G3 gave away story with “need for hour information” about cancer. I am glad she found a way to create awareness while she played with the pictures.
10. During her recent medical checkup they found that she had been affected by cancer. she completely broke down after hearing the news.
2. He was there with her giving her confidence and continuous support
3. Doctors had a tough fight with cancer but they said they need to do a bone marrow transplantation to cure her completely(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bone_marrow_transplant)
4. Fate laughed at them sarcastically
8. After a great deal of searching they found this wonderful lady who was ready to donate her bone marrow to save her family from poverty
6. After almost 6 months of hospitalization she was completely cured and discharged. She was so happy to start another new episode of her life
7. He celebrated her arrival as a grand festival
8. And they lived happily ever after :)

Mango Strudel from Ritz, thats the yummiest pastery I ever tasted

Ice cream Creepe,from Creepe House , tastes like ice cream coned with dosai.

G3 Story 2
Varnam ayiram maari enna turning points! It would defn make up a story for a Tamil film what you say?
4. Sitting on the sea shore, he was deeply immersed in his memories.
3. He had a lovely family. His father was a kick-boxer
4. His mother was an actress
9. He also had an elder sister to add colours to his childhood. He had always felt blessed to be a part of this beautiful family.
10. As years went by, his sister took up her mom's profession and became a beautiful actress
6. He on the other side, with his parent's permission, walked out of his comfortable home to quench his thirst for trecking.
8. Before leaving, he went to meet his lover and assured her that he would be back soon.
7. In few years, as a result of his strong determination and hardwork, he became a professional mountaineer. He also made a world record by managing to climb Everest in just 10 hours.
1. The whole country celebrated his victory
2. On his return, he married his lover with blessings from both the families.

Ice lemon Jelly one of the local desert made from crushed ice and flavours. You can get in all Makhans. Very refeshing for the hot climate, Better than high priced ice creams

Kaya (a local Jam) cheeze toast and hot Horlicks from Toast box.

Deep’s story in lyrics
I loved the way Deep intertwined the story by song lyrics and the pictures. Quite an effortless flow of thoughts it is! You can catch the wonderful translation of AJCL to this in the comment section here.
har ek jeevan hai ek kahani
par ye sachai sabne na jani
jo pana hai vo khona hai
4.is pal hasna fir rona hai
8.ik nirdhan ki ik bitiya thi,
unki chhoti si duniya thi
1.din beet chale beeta bachpan
6.us gudiya pe aya yauvan
yauvan ki masti ne
usko raah bhula di
7.pag fisal gaya
vo chikh padi
unchai se khayi me giri
murjha gai vo fulon ki rani
par ye sachai sabne na jani
3.ik shehjada a pahuncha vahan
tab jake bachi ladki ki jaan
2.use bahon me le pyar kiya
9.singar diya gharbaar diya
sapnon ki bagiya me
pyara ful khila tha
10.fir pal bhar me badli chhayi
barkha bijli andhi ayi
pal pal duaen mange bechari
par ye sachai sabne na jani
jag ke malik meri hai khata,
mere apne kyun payen saja
mere ram se mai kahun kaisebata,
jhutha hun ber mai shabri ka
mujhko tu koi asi raah dikha de
meri mamta me ilzaam na ho,
sindur mera badnaam na ho
5.samjhe koi meri bezubaani...-BEZUBAAN

Soup Spoon's Tangy tomoto soup. The best soup I ever tasted

Himalayan Tea Latte from Mcafe, I also like the different funny symbols I get in the cup :)

KalyaniKrishnan’s take
Quite interestingly this story also coincides in climax with AJCL aparna. I was quite surprised the pictures invoked to write a story which reflects the harsh realities of life.
2. He sat silently praying for an answer to his turmoil, his sweaty palms clenched.
1. Outside the din was deafening – his wife danced with abandon as the whole village celebrated the spring festival.
9. They had always appeared to be the perfect family.
4. But the voice in his head laughed and mocked at this lie of a life.
8. The promises that he had broken to his first, only legal wife, who bore him his first child, a baby girl, when he was but a student backpacking in Sri Lanka.
6. The wife who loved him so much that she set him free to return to his own world.
10. Today his daughter turns 25 – did she grow up to be beautiful as her mother?
5. With two lovely families, he was all alone in the world with his lies weighing heavily on his shoulders.
7. Life was an uphill struggle and he could climb no more
6. (recycled) He prayed to be set free once more.

2 dollar Strawberry sundae from Mcdonalds :) I can have scoop after scoop with a smile.

Veggie burger and fries from MOS (japanese stall) , Soft big and crisy fries, just like the ones we make at home.

Last but not least Gils

That's quite creative way to take on the same order and still he came up with an interesting story. Watch out for witty translation AJCL aparna made to it in brackets.
1) Oorengum vizhaakolam (ooraella habbada atmosphere)
2) Naam iruvarum inaithom (naavu ibbaru seridvi)
3) Veetil ethirpu (manne alli opposition)
4) Veliye sirithu ullay azhutha tharunangal (bahar se to lag raha tha ki hum has rahe the, par andar se ro rahe the)
5) Thanimaiyil nee (Akele tum)
6) Veetai vittu (Ghar chodke)
7) Thadaigalai thaandi veliyerinom (we crossed all hurdles and came out sucessfully)
8) Varumaiyil (In poverty)
9) Semmaiyaai oru vaazhkkai (awesome life)
10)Ninaithaaly inimaiyaai (ahh sweet memories)
vera vera orderla poadla..nee potrukara orderlaye frame paniten :)
(PS: I havent put it in different orders, just followed your frame of thought)

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Update : Thanks to Ashwini shenoy of thethoughtful train for surprising me with this lovely story and sporty spirit!
1. The sleepy town came to life. Their young PM is getting married!

10. She was lovely – big eyes and fair skin.
3. He was once the light weight boxer and her childhood sweetheart.
7. When the time came, the boy left to do his law and make a name for himself.. He succeeded and soon landed the coveted post of leading the country..
6. The girl got busy with her own education. She wanted to heal the sick and free the world of disease.
8. She traveled the world to heal the sick and to prevent the healthy from falling sick..
9. All this while they had kept correspondence. Each wanted to change the world their own way. And they did.
2 Now with their wedding, the world will get to be a better place.

Winners and sweet surprises

2009-11-09T18:46:00.000+08:00

I just found out that I can use my blog to copy an “error code and URL “from my test computers to my main computer within seconds. Something to cheer on a Monday ;) We have in total three prizes for our story contest, one for the winner and two consolations due to high recommendation from would-be and suggestions from some of you. My honey (doesn’t know any of you) liked everyones story and took much time to come up with decision.

First consolation prize goes to Rachana Shakyawar from humming today. The reason I was told for choosing this is “creatively woven using all ten pictures”

Second consolation prize goes to Savitha from A traveller one among the few. The reason I was told was “The story sees death not as an ending but part of the journey”

Rachana and Savi, I am still in the process of finishing your prizes. Because the paintings are personalized I started my work only last night, after the winners were picked. So bear with me a day or two and I would publish it.

And now the grand winner of the story contest is........ Drum roll …….. Swaram from song of life!
My would-be loved Swaram’s story so much and have asked me to include these comments “Very creative yet realistic story with optimism. we all make mistakes but the best thing is to deal with it, move forward and find our purpose in life. The story also insists that a women should stand up for herself”

I hope the painting makes sense to you Swaram :) Its denoting your blog picture and the very first post you have writtern about how life echo's our thoughts, I am sure everyone know why the musical notes are there ;) Congratulations winners! the painting would be laminated and sent to you by post, please send me your address by email.

I am publishing these three stories here. I would publish rest by tomorrow with my views on them. Thanks to each one of you, participation makes it interesting for everyone. Please allow me to present you this award for supporting me.

Apparently you are not the only one who got surprise today, I left my phone at home, so mailed and informed my honey about it. Later an anonymous call landed on my desk number. After couple of my "hellos " in the “busy” office mood (which went unanswered) I blushed holding my head down, flattered by the sweet little act that made my day.
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Rachana’s Story
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1. It was the beautiful happy carnival in the town.
4. He was playing the joker part in that carnival.
10. He saw the top actress, their eyes meet, and he could sense her desire in eyes. She came as a chief guest in that carnival.
3. Few guys in the carnival started saying awful things about her, and this joker could not handle it more, His laughter turned into fierce feeling and he fought furiously with all the guys who were saying bad things about her.
7. Next day he climbed the hill to reach at the top of the actress bungalow to confess his feeling for her and make her realize her inner aspiration.
6 and he could easily capture in her aspiration to be free from the hectic stressful life, she escaped with him
8. He brought her to the village to show the real world and understand better the life urge.
2. After that intense reflection of life, she knew he was the one. She left her glamorous world forever and got married with him.
9. And they lead a very happy life and a flourishing family.
5. His kids are grown up and moved on to different places as nuclear family. Today, though he is living alone, his thoughts are enfolded in beautiful memories of his very loving wife, who dies 2years back.
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Savi’s story
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9. They were a lovely family-Sam, Jade and their two lovely children.
5. One morning, it was known that he is terminally sick. He pondered about it and decided against informing the family, until it became prominent.
4. So, he wore a happy mask, cheered the family and friends, whom he loved by heart and soul.
7. Privily, he toiled day in and out, with all determination and might to cushion the fall, the family has to survive in his absence.
3. When his condition became prominent, friends and family cheered him up, as he battled courageously against the monster.
2. Now that Jade knew his days were countable, he secured a promise from her. He wanted her to pursue his dream.
6. One day, the bright soul left the world, much to the grief of the loving family and friends
1. He was received amidst much cheer and dance in the Heaven. It was a celebration of joy. (Death is not the end; It is a continuing journey)
10. Jade grieved, and got herself composed to tender the kids.
8. And she did not forget the promise to him, which she had recorded as he said, “When we were on our honeymoon trip to India, I was swept by the generosity and love of the people. But, the condition in their village was something that moved me. Will you please adopt a village and encourage the self-help groups, and work towards the women’s emancipation in the villages. The richness of the culture truly lies in those villages, and women play a big role. Their freedom of expression is the only way the culture can be nurtured.” She began scrolling down her Indian contacts, in this regard.
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Swaram’s story
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3. She always dreamt of her Prince Charming as a superman and she found him in a wrestler and gave him his heart @ first sight during one of the bouts.
2. He was the only one she could call her own, being orphaned @ a very young age :( and she believed he would always hold her hand and lead her through.
9. Until she saw him with his lovely family one day and realized she had been cheated :(
10. She felt very guilty for having moved with a family man, though she never knew that and decided to punish herself.
7. She started climbing the hills surrounding her lovely town which she loved doing, the difference being that she would not climb down this time but bid good-bye to life!
4. It was the formation day of her town and there was a festive atmosphere all around. Dancers, singers, and jokers all possible types of entertainment marked this day every year.
1. A blur but beautiful picture of the town being painted with fun and merriment greeted her. Memories of the previous years where she used to dance happily, swaying to the melodies brought a smile on her face unknowingly.
5. She felt like a vast ocean of thoughts, both good and bad, had surrounded her lonely self all @ once.
6. The joy and happiness which filled her heart made her realize what a grave mistake she was committing. If she had one reason to die, she had 100 more to live!!!! The bird of guilt escaped from the cage of her heart and flew far far away.
8. She came back and adopted a sweet li'l baby girl from her orphanage. The baby would no longer be an orphan.. it had found a mother. She had in turn found a daughter ... found a beautiful reason to live :)
LIFE IS ALL ABOUT FINDING SOLUTIONS :)
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Thanks for being you - Euro Trip Finale

2009-11-06T18:45:00.000+08:00

TGIF! Thanks a lot for pitching in your stories. I am overwhelmed by your response. I would have my honey read and pick the winner by the weekend ;) And I would definitely write my view on your story.
Please listen to this soulful song as you read the post.

Today there is an IT exhibition happening, sponsored and conducted by management of the client I am working for. There are many stalls, where we could win gifts and numerous prizes through lucky draw.

Not sure they are ediable but they defn look christmasy, Berries by roadside , Koln Germany

As usual I did not win anything. while friends have grabbed bag full of goodies (even IPod, hard disks and play stations) and all I manage to get was a table top calendar,and a pen that doesn’t even write!

Nightingale fountain, Koln

I feel like a boy who did not receive gifts from Santa, wondering whether I was not good enough to deserve one. Casinos, lotteries and even “one dollar soft toy pick” machines are adamant to make friend with me. Although I am grateful for many things I have been blessed with, I wish I could win something unexpectedly by luck. Expecting the unexpected ;)

Blue berries by roadside, Koln Germany

After the magical forest expedition in Altenberg, our body and camera’s battery needed a quick recharge.
So we took couple of hours of nap in Koln hotel before taking a long walk along the banks of Rhine.

The sight of sun going down by Koln Dom is mesmerising to watch. Just like Paris the social activities in the bank is quite interesting. It was Saturday and I could see people relaxing drinking beer with friends.

Hohenzollern Bridge used as railroad and pedestrian.

We witnessed a funny bar on wheels! anyone can hop on and order a beer. The driver cum bartender would refill and would also ask you to paddle.

There was this group of friends who were singing cheerfully. When the guy in blue saw me taking his picture he waved and smiled.

Later we walked into the crowded streets with so many bars to shopping area. In Germany beer is cheaper than sparkling water!

This building is called 4711 house, a number given by soldiers of napoleon when asked to count the houses. Eau De Cologne (water of cologne) was originated here by 17th century and 4711 became a world known brand since then. Cologne own one of the oldest fragrant factory in the world and Eau De Cologne has become a common term to denote perfumes since then.

They say nothing is more cooling than a handkerchief dipped in cologne so we too brought the strong smelling cologne bottles. R took me to this strange shop which sold soaps and bath accessories. The soaps are made up of natural ingredients and looked anything other than the ones we find in our bathrooms. They may be good for your skin, but not for the purse. The price of a relaxing sea salt I brought here, almost gave me an attack!

They smelled wonderful; I was very tempted to take a bite.

After a good sleep and generous breakfast, we prayed in Dom before leaving to the railway station. We travelled back to Amsterdam by ICE. I gave a big bear hug to R for accompanying and helping me through out before I boarded my flight back to Singapore.

Thanks so much R! I would never forget the fun times we spent together. I may not have won casinos or lucky draw, but I am definitely lucky to have found loving and supportive friends.

The journey of my life would never be complete without you, my friend! Thank you for travelling with me! Thank you for being you!

Tada... its story time !

2009-11-04T15:37:00.000+08:00

I have worked in bunch of companies in different profiles of IT for the last 10 years, but one thing I enjoyed doing is party planning. I don't even remember when I developed the zest for it. With bit of planning I can easily take the stage to manage group of strangers and conduct team building/fun games.

I have a crazy thought that someday I would make big money, and invite you all for a get together, a complete paid trip from where ever you are, to back and forth of the venue. I would also host a party with such fun games. Someday! Ok, for now let’s play something limited to the facilities of virtual world.

“The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself.” – Alan Alda.

That's exactly what we are going to do, GET CREATIVE. And any creation needs an inspiration. So have a look at these photos before we begin, ready?

I have uploaded 10 pictures in this post, using which you will create a story.
You need to use at least 5 out of 10 pictures.
Each picture is numbered from 1 to 10 which can be used to tell your story.

An example would be something like this: ( the number represents the photo used in the scene)

8. In a small village, lived a poor girl named Mary.
10. Her ambition was to become an actress.
1,4. During carnival in her town, she put on her best clothes and danced beautifully.
6. A producer saw her talent and invited her to the city.She felt like a bird out of the cage.
7. Her first movie became instant hit, it told a story of a mountain climber.
3. Then she fell in love with the stunt man named James in her 4th movie.
2. They dated for sometime and soon James proposed to her.
9. They got married and lived a happy life with two kids. The End!

Unearth your creative side and get wild with imagination. I would send a personalised painting to the individual, who writes the most creative story. I love each one of you, so I am going to have my love pick the Winner. I would publish the best story and the winner by ~~Friday~~ next tuesday.

Update :
Since many have requested until weekend, I am more than happy to extend the deadline :)
You may either post it as comment and/or send it to me at nasrivatsan@gmail.com by Sunday.
I cant wait to read your stories, All the best! :P

Realities of Fairy tales - Euro Trip 13

2009-11-03T14:49:00.000+08:00

My parents are celebrating 32 wedding day today and I dedicate this post to them. My mom recently got her own phone, which she happily keeps at home when she goes out. But she has learned to read SMS (yet to learn replying) and was quite excited to read Diwali wishes from her dentist. So I just sent her a SMS this morning. Dad loves to watch old movies and listen to religious discourses. Which I am planning to get once I go back to India. Their big celebrations usually involve going to temple, meeting my grandma and a modest meals at a nearby restaurant.

Altenberg Hotel near the cathedral

I usually like the mid part of the these days, in which I freak out for not having enough details ready to write the travelogue. Preparing for it meant going through the photos choosing the ones to post and checking the pamphlets or tickets I saved during the trip for details about the place. If I remember something the guide had said, then I would double check (thanks to Google) before posting it. I work best when deadline is near.

View from resturant

On Saturday morning we had a hefty breakfast in the Koln hotel’s restaurant soaking in the view of railway station and Dom. Then we took a half a day city tour on a “open-top-double -decked” bus around the city. The cold wind against my face was fun, only for half hour. Then my ears pained, nose watered and fingers went numb. The tour wasn't that significant to say, but there were few places (which we choose to visit later) worth mentioning. I would write them in the next and the last post of the travelogue. (Gils note)

Later, we had a quick lunch at the mc Donald’s and started to Altenberg, a small city few kilometres away from Koln. It was only 5 of us in the bus including the driver. The bus was similar to the one we took before. But we were happy to sit in the upper deck as the driver set the automatic sheets to cover the roof.

On the way to the cathedral

After about half an hour we alighted at Altenberg Cathedral. Its tower from medieval times peeked from lush greenery as if to welcome us. While we walked we saw a bride and groom posing for photo shoot in front porch of the cathedral. We could hear the beautiful choir from the cathedral, even at the distance. I don't know whether it’s just me or the place that felt quite romantic.

Newton’s 4th law should be: when you like a place and want to take numerous shots, the battery dies out. And 5th law should be: The only shop available there won’t sell use and throw cameras. R cleverly handled to take few shots which were satisfactory.

Altenberge Cathedral

The cathedral is the church of the former Cistercian abbey of Altenberg from 11th century. It had richly decorated interior and beautiful field around it. The surrounding had nothing much except couple of restaurant, souvenir shop and a hotel by the parking lot.

It was lovely to sit here listening to the musicians by the alter

It used to be the resting place for pilgrims on their way to the distant Santiago de Compostela. I was reading Paulo Coelho’s The Pilgrimage then, which talks about this sacred route. And out of umpteen tours of Koln we choose this! It’s like God wanted me to be there! After all nothing happens at random.

Then we walked to the magical forest from Grimm’s tales. That's right, sleeping beauty and cinderella stories happened in Germany. And you don't need a bunny hole or cyclone to transfer you there.

The river of magical forest

We had to cross a bridge over a small river to get to the foot of the hill. The small hill was covered in dense forest and it felt very quite.

You dont need pumpkin chariot to get there a tour bus would do, pic courtsy internet

There is a family attraction called “Altenberger Märchenwald” (Altenberg Fairytale Land) on top of the hill that features some of Grimm’s tales.

There are small houses each with dressed characters, robotic actions and a background voice telling us the story. Some of the exhibits were poorly maintained, like the Frog and Princes pond. It was so dirty that even the goose did not enter. These days we don't need poisoned apple to faint someone, just polluting would do.

The reality of fairyland is nothing but a forest with its own pros and cons, much like fairytale endings to bland realities.There is no fairy god mother with portions to make your husband charming or your wife, princes. Real life is like that of my parents, who fight a lot but always makes up. Their love isn’t like roses that are pretty only for a while. It’s strong like roots of banyan tree, not obvious but deeply rooted with care and understanding for each other. That's way better than any of the fairy tales of magical forest.

Thanks for comple(men)ting me

2009-11-02T13:22:00.000+08:00

Complement expressed in colors , Click to have a better view

I never thought I could write anything more than emails. Finding the right words to convey the expressions wasn’t easy for me for many reasons. I wrote my first post in 2006, and few other posts down the line which mainly served as means of gaining volunteers to scribe for visually challenged students in India( If you are in Chennai and wish to help, please let me know).

Each one of us has different way to handle stress and pain. Lost in self, with a break up from 12 year old relationship and living all by myself in abroad forced me to write. Only after writing this, I started believing I could actually write. Pain flowed right out of my veins to keyboard as I found my closure. Although grieving gave me a good start, it was the encouragements from you that kept me writing.

I soon realised simple and truthful words are much better than flaunting oxford dictionary posts. Be it my crush or my mom’s birthday, I told my stories straight from heart and felt the connection with you. Many of you were kind and generous enough to write me back. I am more than grateful for each word you have keyboarded here.

It’s through others we understand ourselves better, and I think that’s the bond we share as bloggers. We write our worlds, which is quite different from others. Be it work of fiction, love of motherhood, joy of travelling or musings of business, it’s amazing how we always find common grounds. A stressful day stands no chance after a read through our comment sections. We choose to understand, accept, respect and complement each other.

Complement! That's the theme of my painting, for I see nothing better to describe my 100th post. And I dedicate this to you all who complement my life in many ways

Up above the world so high..

2009-10-30T15:27:00.000+08:00

Image curtosy - Kagaya

My dreams have become consistent these days. They occur almost everyday and close to waking time. I don't remember all of them. Although I remember making a mental note to write about yesterday’s one, while it was happening!

Today’s dream was about a small town I live(in the dream). I must be around 12 years old. I look cute so is my friend, we are playing in a balcony of a very high building. It looks much like a china wall pavement with houses neatly lined up on one side. The balconies are connected like a road. They face a row of houses in distant with cloudy mountains back drop. In fact there are clouds everywhere.

My friend and I were wearing uniform, white and blue, but it looks good. We accidently kiss each other; she giggles and starts to run. I run after her. She turns, smiles and run again. Her hair looks golden brown and lovely in the evening sun

There is a group of spectators standing before mayor; they are having some kind of ceremony. There are photographers, but their cameras look different. We are still running towards them. On a closing note the mayor holds a rope out of side wall. The small wall has white curved pillars of Victorian style. He takes a knife and cuts the rope.

Within seconds I see a huge balloon rising up from below in bright crimson colour. We are standing with the spectators watching the balloon going up. Then a huge building arises, the balloon is raising it from below. The windows look quite modern, with neat glasses, but the building is in Victorian style. I understand its opening ceremony for a new home for the people.

this is what I found in interent closer to my dream, may be I should paint it myself

Then I look down from the side wall. We are hanging very high in the air; I don't see anything below except for clouds. I look up and see lots of balloons holding the houses. I realise we are not in the balcony, but on our ground level which is hanging in the air. It feels like a time where living on earth isn’t possible.

Then I am inside the house. My cousin sister looks much younger than I remember. She talks to me with a blushing face(Sometimes she resembles my current lover’s sister) She is getting ready for some wedding related ceremony. She is wearing a purple and dark blue mixed saree and her dark hair looks beautiful. I run to the next room where my other cousin is getting ready to marry her (in real life they did not, because she was much elder to him). He looks handsome and he winks at me.

The dream then goes into many other details, which made perfect sense to some of my pressing needs. The dreams are telling me something and it’s getting clear day by day. They are also helping me to understand myself better, like the thought of my cousins getting married to each other, I didn't even know such thought existed in me.

Today’s dream feels like a distant memory, but as you see the details are crystal clear. Is it from my previous life? Gosh I need a psychic.

p.s: sorry if you were disappointed to find , yet another not so worthy post. I actually prepared to write my travelogue, but this post just flowed out of me. I also felt the need to record it somewhere. I hope to finish off my travelogue by next week :) Have a lovely weekend

55 something

2009-10-29T17:19:00.000+08:00

“Come to pantry now” her message blinked in office chat.
“Ok” he typed and rushed to attend his friend.
“The baby is kicking” she took his hand to her stomach, beaming.
He felt the life and welled up, not just for her motherhood,
But also for the remote possibility to have his own someday.

How he wishes it were a fiction.

The Do(n)m of Koln - Euro Trip 12

2009-10-28T17:08:00.000+08:00

Do you know why babies cry when they are born? One of my friends gave birth recently and I was wondering about this topic, I looked it up (not all of them are satisfying explanations to say) and this is what I found. When the baby is in the womb, it gets oxygen through the chord, this respiratory system closes down during birth and baby is forced to take the first breath of air which is painful. So it cries.

Virgin Mary by entrance- life size, click to see the intricate works of art

Crying also helps in filling the lungs, which is much needed at the start of every life. Delayed breathing might cause complications like brain damage, cerebral palsy or even god forbid (sadly India tops up this mortality rate in the world) So the next time you crib over something you cannot handle, think about this. You are one in million to have conceived, one in billion to have developed with abilities, made through delivery and fought for your right to breath, your right to live!

few of numerous sculptures that adore her church.

The problem is sometimes we stop fighting, that's when we need to look around and see the wonderful world in its every grandeur. The marvels our ancestors have made, which still stands long after they have gone. That still makes us wonder about their genius work of art.

I lay down on the floor,yet I could not cover her fully

It’s easier to write and read a statement that says it’s from such and such century and this person has built this. But just take a moment to imagine how much work has gone into that, the years the monument has withstood, still smiling at us. Koln Cathedral is such a marvel.

The Cathedral stands on an old Roman temple from 4th century. The old cathedral built over here was burnt down. The construction of this cathedral begun in 13th century and due to many reasons it was delayed. On the whole it took more than 600 years to complete. Dedicated to Saint peter and Virgin Mary, this is the largest Gothic structure in the world, and also it has the world largest church facade.

After WW2, Image courtesy internet

During world war two about 1,500,000 bombs poured over Koln and the Dom took 14 of them! It might be the only tallest structure that ever survived a war. The reason being, the towers actually helped the army planes to find directions.

The Cathedral is sacred for many reasons. Its main treasure is said to be a golden reliquary, Sarcophagus of the Magi, containing mortal remains of the three wise men of Christmas. Be it 6 in the morning or 12 at night there are always some mass happening in this church. It’s literally like Tirupathi where pilgrims flock from all over at all times. I even witnessed few people with just travel bag sleeping outside the Cathedral.

Thats the size of one window, just one

The Cathedral is official seat of the Archbishop of Cologne. Archbishop was one of the seven electors of the Holy Roman Empire. The energy in the cathedral is nothing like I have ever felt. There are only few places on earth in which we feel direct connection with higher powers with zero effort from us and this is definitely one of them.

The Organ pipe by the wall

The candles flickered, lights danced through the painted windows and smoke emerged from the rituals in alter. The choir combined with grand organ music gave me goose bumps. The smell, colors and energy of the place guided me to another dimension.

Can you see the height of the coloumns now ?

The volunteers were very patient and friendly advising us not to make loud noises or wandering inside the holy office. We couldn't sing along in the mass because it was German. But I could definitely feel the presence of something that's beyond the caliber of my mind.

Other than the echoing choir or occasional announcement from father the huge church reminded very calm. Several hundreds came in and went without any disturbance to other pilgrims.

Millions of prayers, blessings and unwavering faith reside here.

We went there all three days of our stay, and praying inside the cathedral felt like the most sacred thing to do. On our last visit, I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with incense smell before coming out, Grateful for being born and blessed to have taken my first breath.

His holy office, the alter

We do cry when born, it's the sign of understanding that pain is part of our life, to let us know that better things await us if we withstood the pain. Even large cathedrals need to withstand the war to be appreciated better!

Guten Tag Koln - Euro Trip 11

2009-10-27T18:06:00.000+08:00

The Speed train - ICE, Taken in Koln

On Friday afternoon, 25th September R and I started to Germany( oops it's a month now, I got to finish this travelogue before I travel again :P). We had our lunch in Central station “make your own pizza” shop. R ordered a vegetarian pizza which was delicious. I had cheese pizza which had 4 different cheeses, (out of which I could identify Mozzarella and blue sheep cheese) basil leaves and herbs. I did not like the salty pungent taste of blue cheese but the pizza was definitely worth a try.

Its not a hotel, its a train.

We took the ICE train to Koln, Germany. ICE is short for Inter City Express. This fastest rail (300km/h) has high reputation and best know brand of Germany. While R was busy doing office work, I tilted my chair, put the jacket over my head and took a good nap in the turbulent less train. It's the most comfortable train journey I had till date. We travelled to Germany (crossed Belgium border) in less than 4 hours!

You put a glass of champagne on the table and it won’t spill.

Koln is the oldest and hence the first city of Germany. Its one of the largest city residing on the banks of river Rhine. The world famous Cologne (Koln in German) or Eau de Cologne originated here. We reached Koln around 5 in the evening and checked in a hotel near by the station. We cleaned up and got ready to see the magnificent Kolner Dom (cologne cathedral).

The first glimpse of “The Dom”, one of the largest cathedrals in the world.

One might get neck pain and dizziness, craning head to almost 180 degrees in order to get good view of the Dom tower. Check out the size of the people to that of tower.

The side entrance, Kolner Dom

There is so much to say about this cathedral, so I am reserving the details of it for the next post.

In cologne, almost everything began with Romans as early as 53 BC! So where ever we turn we saw some remains from Roman period. In fact the city itself is a settlement between old German tribe and Romans.

The roman North gate built when the colony was founded in 50 AD. The archway bore the name CCAA.

During 50 AD it was named as Colonia Claudia Ara Agrippinensium (Colony of Claudius and site of the Alter of Agrippina") when Emperor Claudius married Julia Agrippina.

Check out the Roman column. This pillar has history writtern all over it.

Later we booked one day tour with information center and walked around the lively streets of Koln. We found an Indian restaurant called Taj mahal and had sumptuous meal with white wine. Their starter, Onion pakora was delightful.

When you go to new city, take a map and walk around, its one of the best ways of sight seeing.

The night life is very vibrant here, and people are extremely friendly, a famous saying of Koln goes something like “you get into a tavern knowing none and end up making friends with everyone”.

That's so true! there are no strangers in the world, Only friends we never met ;)

Two is better than one

2009-10-26T16:10:00.000+08:00

My blog needs some everyday posts very badly. For one, its becoming like Discovery Travel & Living with travelogues and food, and secondly it’s challenging to synchronize sights information, history and my personal take on them. Also the thought of finding nothing interesting to write after finishing the travelogue, is scary.

Last night was as memorable as the first time I read Hindi words, or the first time I rode bicycle without anyone’s help. Last night I finished one complete lap in swimming pool without break (I am learning). Although it's a breath-wise lap, the satisfaction and happiness I felt after completing it was worthless. I am yet to learn prefect swimming, but this would remain as first time ever ;)

One of the side effects of being in love is it takes most of your time. Even 2 hours of talking (which involves from the food we had to global warming) over phone wont suffice the daily quota of sufficient talking. More so when such “important” conversation had to end abruptly because either one of us had to attend to necessities like taking bath, or the calling-card needs a top-up. I am competing with myself, outdoing every month on telephone bill; I get a wicked grin as I type this.

I might need to work on it again, on the shades.

Another side effect of it is I hardly get mood to paint or read. Our Savi gifted me an oil-pastel and poster color during the bloggers meet. It was on my table for so long and I had to force myself to use it yesterday. My painting habit needs some time and effort; I realized it when I painted the hibiscus.

what goes inside that center frame is up to reader’s imagination. Click to enlarge.

This is the first time I am using Oil-pastel and it’s quite unlike a pencil or crayon. Creating a fine thin line is bit challenging but I love the smudge effect they create when rubbed. It’s very interesting though. Thanks a ton for the thoughtful gift Savi. It’s such an encouragement to draw more.

This morning I found some left over rice in kitchen. I added buttermilk and salt and had it for breakfast. I listen to this beautiful song while I had it. A feeling of gratefulness came upon as the food and guitar filled me. I guess that's what life is, it may not be a perfect painting but sure it’s simple and fulfilling like buttermilk rice and a hearty chat.

Frets, canals and a dairy that held collars of Nazis - Euro Trip 10

2009-10-23T17:37:00.000+08:00

we can view seven bridges from this viewpiont

On Friday R and I planned to visit Venice, but something came up at his work and we had to cancel the trip. Miss smiley asked me whether we could meet up for a city tour and I was more than happy to join her.

We took the boat cruise that went through beautiful canals of Amsterdam city. Schipol Airport of Amsterdam is 4 meters below sea level, so it’s not surprising to learn that the central station behind us is standing on 6000 stilts. Amsterdam name is derived from the Amstel dam, a dam in the river "Amstel".

The Nemo science center

This ship like building is called Nemo museum, its one of the big science center in The Netherlands for kids. The ship next to it is replica of historical ship “Amsterdam” that sunk in North Sea during 17th century.

The Dutch are the world experts on keeping up with back the water and flood, In fact after Katrina US turned to Dutch for help, to rebuilt New Orleans. Here people actually live in boats. These boats have address, gas, telephone and electric connection.

Dutch wall to wall buildings are iconic

Those days the city was densely populated and renting apartment was costly compared to living in boat, plus fishermen and businessmen went around with goods in their boats for trading. So they altered their boats and started living in it. Now you can rent a boat house to stay, ironically its way costlier than renting a hotel room.

Westerkerk church tower

TheWesterkerk ("western church") is a Protestant church from 16th century. It has the highest church tower in Amsterdam.

Dutch people are obsessed with cycles, I was told every Dutch man has at least 2 cycles (Kudos!), walk in the road you are sure to spot many (young and old) riding bicycles. Each road has a cycle line, and it’s advised not to walk on it.

cycles everywhere

Then we came across the world famous Anne Frank’s museum. Anne Frank is a 13 year old Jewish girl who went into hiding with her family, during Nazis occupation of Netherlands. They lived in small secret attic in her father’s office building from 1942-44(Anna museum). Her father’s friends and colleagues helped them with food and necessities.

Image courtesy google, the one I took wasnt good.

While in hiding she regularly wrote, about the political developments, about her life in confinement and her feelings as a growing girl (on the dairy which her father gifted on her 13th birthday just before they went into hiding). She wanted to become a journalist and be useful to many people, even to the ones she never met in her lifetime.

On August 1944 the family got arrested, separated and sent to concentration camps. After going through a great deal of suffering (some of her friends were gassed to death), Anne died of typhus, an epidemic that killed 17K prisoners. Among 107,000 Jews deported from Netherlands only 5,000 survived. Her father was the only survivor of her family.

Anna Frank, an innocence lost.Image courtesy google

He returned to Amsterdam after the war to find that her diary saved by his friend. Imagine the trauma he would have undergone reading the most intimate thoughts of her. He published her diary, which later got translated into many languages and it became one of the most widely read books. Anna frank became face of countless people who suffered just as she did in the Holocaust. Read here for the moving excerpt from her dairy.

After the boat trip, miss smiley and I had the delicious frets with Mayo sauce. Then we walked around doing funny poses until R joined me for shopping and dinner.

When she got them fed , I got them fled

When she held, I smelled

and when she just posed, I accidently licked!

After she left, I shopped!

I am wearing the red one today, they are actually cheaper than you think ;)

The next country is for next week, have a great weekend =)

Navrathri in Madurodam - Euro Trip 9

2009-10-22T17:51:00.000+08:00

Near the Noordeinde Palace, The Hague - Holland.

I was born to a devoted priest in a traditional south Indian family (where following rituals meant more than life itself). Since then, I have come a long way with respect to religion and quest of God. I kneel to Virgin Mary, Bow in direction of Mecca, Meditate on Buddha, Pray for healing to Quanin and Chant the names of Shiva. For I see her smile in crescent; I see her beauty in flowers of meadows. Her sun warms my soul and rain quenches my thirst.

Click to see the saint sculputers above the windows, Madurodam

I founded my own religion by gathering the best of all. One that helps to live a life filled with gratefulness, Harmony, Love and Empathy for every being. My dad and mom had made peace with it, but my relatives couldn’t understand or accept it. One cousin asked how dare I am to keep Jesus next to Krishna. He firmly believes that I have lost my roots.

A rock concert, the dolls waved the stage had vidoes and music!

Festivities is big part of my religion, be it Christmas or Deepavali, I am game. But living away from home definitely takes away the interest of celebrating festivals (I say if you can’t cook dishes exactly like your mom, then forget it.). This Deepavali was just a Saturday.

Every nook and coner of Madurdom is well connected with trains.

The most I do is have meals with friends and visit temple. But little India (in Singapore) gets crowded to unbearable limit. So I conveniently stick to this thought of “Oh god can be seen even inside the heart” or “Why to bother him on his busiest day”.

Schipol Airport, no need for cash passport or visa to enter inside

My Europe trip lasted about 9 days, and it fell exactly during 9 days of Navrathri. (For those who don't know, it's a festival celebrated in India to pay respect for Indian Goddesses. Its done by decorating the house with many dolls and doing rituals. Friends and relatives visit each other to see the decorations and share sweets, snacks and gifts. Part of the decoration is called “Park”,we create miniature town/forest with sand, plants from grains and plastic toys. Kids compete with friends to create the best mini town)

I cherish Navrathri close to my heart, because it helped me explore my creative side. I remember making a small banner in my mini town using “Dynora lamps sticker”. I also wrote a slogan that said“Your night will become your day”.

My uncle was working for this company then. He got impressed and told it to his managers, which became a topic of discussion during their meeting. Imagine how much happiness it would have brought to a 10 year old, to learn the slogan he wrote for a toy town was appreciated in a business meeting!

Can it be more realistic ?

When I entered the Miniature town of Madurodam, my joy knew no bounds. Truely a gift from heaven. I felt like Alice in wonderland excited and exploring every thing I saw. I went crazy over the moving cars, trains, planes and boats. I mean this is the best “park” I have ever seen. The exhibit’s attention to details were to the T. The tiny windows had screens, diner table had food and finger length dolls had expressions!

Check out the size of the crow to know the real size of these models.

These pictures posted here don’t do justice to the energy and colors of the place. For that matter no amount of video or picture would capture the experience the place got to offer. So I just let loose the 10 year old from inside and wandered around like I didn't care about anything else.

Can you spot the cable cars ?

I also realized, sometimes by taking photos we miss being in the moment enjoying it. Because photos are taken for future and when you are busy clicking and checking them you are living in future. You are constantly excited, happy or worried about what other might say, or which ones to upload in your blog.

I didnot miss the tulip farm after all

So there I stood smiling like I had hanger in my mouth, more than 10,000 miles away from my home, at a complete strange land yet enjoying my very own festival of Navrathri. I never lost my roots; they just outgrew and spread everywhere, even to the soils of Madurodam.