Variety is the spice of life

In about 60 hours time, I am about to witness one of the most important changes in anyone life. This post, in that sense, is more like the meteorological department warning of impeding weather. I have always been the curious cat who can never savour a mystery and will jump to know the result. And this time its is no different either. There are so many thoughts running through mind. So many changes beckons. A whole new lifestyle. A whole new personality awaits. A whole new routine waiting on the wings. A whole new life itself just around the corner. Hopefully blogging should be one thing I can continue :) See you all on other side of February.

A guy n a gal were friends Both had partners who initially were unmindful of their friendship But as they still indulged in each others life much to their chagrin of their partners, always having stories and anecdotes and little secrets to share and laugh and often enjoying within themselves, it all came down to whose affection was stronger. one fine day their partners having enough of this relation, which they couldnt quite agree as "just friends" gave them an ultimatum - to choose between the relations They felt insecure on a relationship quadrangle where they also wanted to be part on equal footing They demanded time for their own, so that they will also have stories to share They wanted the undivided attention of their spouses They wanted to be the first person in their love list The friends realised the logic on their request and decided to take a break from each other They wanted the world to realise that even if they stay away f...

Every time I walk on the madaveethis of Mylapore, I feel the anniyan in me boiling with rage. Wish I have a bulldozer handy so that I can run over all the encroachments. By which I mean, every single store that has set shop, their free parking customers, on-vehicle bargainers, mid of the road pookadais and vegetable kadais, autowalas who abandon their VMD(vehicle of mass destruction) anywhere they care to urinate at any place of their want -be it school compound or temple or even garbage dump. The world is the urinal for them. The shops on the other side, jewellery section, are no saints either. Being the richer lot, they've extended their rule in concrete by stretching their stories right onto the sidewalks. The day is not far when they take over the entire stretch as their own and the paithiakaara poor pedestrians might be banned as trespassers on their own pathways. Every time I cringe when I am ordered out of the footpath on to the main road. And every time I crib her...

Possibly my third or fourth post on similar topic in past 8 years :) Guess every 2.5 years I get bored with my way of life. Especially with my career. The moment I feel that I am getting very comfortable with what I am doing I simply cut off all the safety nets and rush headfirst into the unknown. All this bravado might suit someone who is really onto being such a rebel. But unknowns scare me crazy and every single bone in my almost 6 ft body is triple coated lazy. I am not someone who likes change. I would rather prefer steady state forever in my life. But the sheer weight of boredom far outweighs the fear of change and every time I force the change myself. Probably this is one main reason why i'vent made rapid strides up the ladder as compared to my patient friends :) Those who started their career with me are at an embarrassingly higher rank :) I could very well be the Indiana jones of IT. Not for his bravado but we share a common trait in going ...

For a long time I've been trying to write a story for children. Whenever I sit to frame a theme for them, I am stumped for one. I have a mental framework about how the story should be, based on the in numerous Tinkles, Champaks, Jataka tales to Ambulimama, Balamitra and Ratna bala. All those stories will have a basic setup -be it village or city. A simpleton or a greedy person or a miser or a lazy bone or a good Samaritan (an extremely good person in current days world) would be the central character. Mostly they would be either dim-witted or brilliant and the entire story would revolve around them. Their life would be so peaceful. In a span of few boxes of cartoons an entire life span would've been explained. IMHO Tinkle is the most under rated of all books. The kind of morals and values it imparts in the form those simple stories are nothing short of phenomenal. I wish Anu club gets included in science syllabus for school kids. Till date I remember that story I read in that a...