Saturday, January 31, 2009

Senorita chau chau ....

One more thing added to my regret list.. one of my greatest n closest friend ever didn't give me enough time to explain my situation .. My friend shut all doors at once..
If only she had given me enough time and lend a listening ear .. things would've been much more easier for both..
Coz i feel i miss her and if the times we shared were true.. she would also feel the same....

There is noway for me to reach her.. she just disappeared..anyways its for good as she thinks .. chau chau and all da very best

I've torn down the pages from my book of life ... returning to my sMILEs !!! Total liberation !!

Remembered atleast in 155 daily prayers...

Hats off to Chesley Sullenberger the pilot who had the nerves to pull out a stunning landing as smooth as it could get on top of the river surface.. I really admire these real life heroes who earn themselves a para in history..

Just imagine the moments prior to the landing..once he knew that both of his engines were dead weight, how many messages would have passed to and fro from his brain..
The calculations on whether to take the usual emergency landing procedure or to innovate something according to current scenario.. how to minimize the casualities..his own family. I am sure the usual 'short-video' of one's own life that runs through ur mind during situations like these wouldve also eaten into some of his neural CPU

After all the adrenaline rush the return to calmness is the last step required to bail all of the souls out of the situation and dear Chesley - u did it in sytle . may be the F4 flight hours with the USAF would've given you enough situation handling skills .155 souls on board owe you their life.. You will be remembered by all of them and their kith n kin in their prayers...

My salutes to you...

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Sweet Deal that went wrong !!

Early mrng coffee is one of my necessities to keep my day going.. my mom used to do that for long long years and that taste and smell till lingers around.. Here in a bachelor pad what can u expect other than nescafe with milk and sugar ??
Today got up and brushed and had mixed my coffee with extra sugar as I was feeling the need for that extra sugar !! A couple of cookies along with coffee and some old kishore kumar songs on the bg ... to kick start my morning .. the pleasure lasted just one sip of my coffee... salty coffee is one that you should not be serving even to your worst enemy !!! Emptied the cup into the sink and have to start to work without my mrng caffeine dose as the milk was also under the 'replenish me asap' list.
Grabbed a couple of bites of hersheys cashew chocolate to build my morning sugar...and off I am to my 0915 cab......

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Nothing Official about IT

For a machine to run smooth all the gears need to be aligned and should support each other on the run.. Even if there is a slight disorientation at one of the gear wheels, the whole machine rattles, then leading to more vibrations and failure...
Some of the parts play a pivotal role and the others play the supporting role ... if at all all the gears had intelligence of their own... that would be the most ideal machine ever built !!

Something that happened today that made me write this... am a bit down in my spirits but thats good to make me bounce back to a greater height ...

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Shopping - The "baraTHnaTYam" way

I used to curse my parents every single breath while cycling from my home to the market as it bit into my play-time.Even the mundane shopping task has turned e.x.c.i.t.i.n.g in this small Latin american country named Uruguay...My competency level in Spanish is comparable to my ice skating skills (always fall backwards..) , but here this trait adds s{pice} to your shopping curry.
Usually start off the shopping dumb C with a 'Hola' and then its all over to the mudra or point-n-ask strategy. I love the mudra one because most of the times it is more expressive and is kinda fun. I love sea food and the 'Makara or Matsya' mudra came in handy to get me some laughs around, and my fish ..the hunt for crustaceans is still on and it was a hard time to act it out. I was successful after a couple of attempts of making my fingers walk sidewards and showing my own claw-clutch-mudra. Crabs are not in awe here near, so may be have to travel 100s of Kms to grab and taste one. Back in Trichy , Crabs travelled from chennai thru train and buses and then to the front of our defence quarters on bicycles ;-) how convenient...
The most surprising part of my research on crabs was that - there is one of the mudras for Crab - the Karkala Mudra, well done ancestors. I've had tortoise in India without having to use the Coormah mudra - but here the food is the sole source of entertainment ;-( , now I've started a liking towards the 'art of aquiring the food.'.
If I walk the aisles and shop quick enough to make my movements continous, I may even think of my arangetram in 'BharathnatyaM' - keeping it slow to save a cultural landslide in India..!!
Bored in Uruguay - ?? Grab a few 100 pesos and go to the nearby super mercado and play Dumb C with all of 'em

Sunrise @ Rambla


The bio-alarm overtook my usual mobile-alarm by a margin of more than 2 hours so ended up moving my butt off the bed earlier than usual.. I have a bad habit of being unable to sleep again easily if the continuity is broken - I hated those early mrng pages when I was handling some apps at onsite... What would be more perfect than to start your day with 'Surya Darshan' .. It was a treat for the eyes and mind alike - the black tarred road, tanned people jogging , the white beach and the lovely Red Sun rising above the horizon..the colors fading from pitch black to the brightest red .. nature's own palette of paints..Always surprised of the sun ever not getting bored of the monotonous task... should be asked for a management pep talk to keep the morale up ...I shall make this task a daily one to absorb all the positive vibes of the 33 orientales ... ;-)

Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Tempest - Not the Shakespearean 1 ...

Was woken from my deep sleep, in da wee hours of Monday by the loud banging of my kitchen door... not knowing who the uninvited intruder was... Switched on my lights , but cudnt find even a single soul around..

Could hear the wind whistle sarcastically at me.. The wind was spitting fury along with rhythmic whistling as it rushed through my hard venetian blinds and the glass windows.. Though it meant a sleepless night , it was in a way enjoyable too ... it was some kinda music to the ears... if you know what i mean when i say "i love to hear the waves.."

This is like hearing the wind and feeling it against you...I let the wind caress and pamper me all night long and slept off in the morning in her arms ....

the windy nite , brought memories of Chic-ago , but the wind here seems to have an additional element of humane tenderness to it.. though it sounded rough n tough , it was soft enough to connect me with my dreamzz again... the " munchy" wind ... nature is never boring .. !!!