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Its time for a change

2009-05-01T08:38:00.002-06:00

Its time for me to go in for a change.... got bored with the same old blogspot (Never mind i hardly blogged in the past 3 years).Why not change my blog with my name as the blog address. It so happened that i found wordpress interesting when i tried to create a new one. You can find my new blog at www.sridevis.wordpress.com. Please do vist and comment on the posts.

Why are we Vegetarians??????????

2009-04-27T11:08:00.004-06:00

Narayanan got settled in Brussels 1 year back and now he has brought his family from India. He has a son, Ravi, who is a studious 4 year old boy. Today is Ravi's first day at school. Narayanan was anxiously waiting outside the school gate to pick him up from the school.

The bell ran at 3.00 p.m. after two minutes all the kids started rushing out of the school doors. Narayanan saw Ravi running towards him. The moment Narayanan knelt down, took Ravi into his arm and hugged him tightly. Narayanan brushed Ravi's hair and carried him towards the car. They both settled down in the car and fastened their seat belts.

Narayanan: How was your first day at school??? Did you like the school????
Ravi: Appa the school is too big unlike the school in Chennai.... I played in the biggggggg play ground and played...played and played. Teachers are so kind to me....They always smile........I played see-saw with Little Mark.
Narayanan: Hmmmmmmm..... good. What did you learn?
Ravi: Appa today they dint teach me anything. They allowed us to play all the time
Narayanan: That is good... did you eat all the chapattis that mom gave you.
Ravi: phuuuuuuuu... I ate only one. Little Mark ate the other two and I ate his food
Narayanan: What did he bring???? [With a puzzled face]
Ravi: He got something....a..a...a..a.. Chicken!!!!!
Narayanan: Did you eat chicken #$!@#%^!&$#@ its non-vegetarian. How many times did I tell you not to take food from others and now see you have eaten a Chicken?... Oh my god we don’t eat meat.
Ravi: [with an innocent sad look] what is non-vegetarian appa?
Narayanan: Food that is made after killing animals is called non-vegetarian food and food that are made from plants are called vegetarian food. It is sinful to kill living things and eat. In our family we don’t have the practice of eating the food made out of killed living things.
Ravi: But Appa you have also told me that plants are also living things. You also said pulling a plant is like killing it. I don’t see any difference between killing a chicken or plucking vegetable from the plant as both equals killing a living thing.Then why are we Vegetarians?

Just then Narayanan realized that his son was right in a way but he was forced to think a logical answer to justify his sons question.

Few days later, one day morning Ravi plucked some flowers from the plant his mother grew in the balcony and gave it to his mother for the Pooja. Later on the same day Ravi got a small puppy home, which has lost its leg in an accident. Narayanan and Ravi took the puppy to the doctor and nursed it. They decided to inhabit the puppy in their home.

Two years later, one day Ravi was sitting in their balcony and was reading. The puppy was playing next to him near the pot of flowers which was there for 3 years. Narayanan just then came into the balcony and sat near Ravi

Narayanan: Do you remember once you asked why we are Vegetarians?
Ravi: [gave a puzzled look and nodded]
Narayanan: This plant has been here since the day i moved into this apartment. Since then on every Sunday we used to pluck flowers from this plant to offer it to the god. The flower keeps growing even if we pluck. But if you have noticed this puppy came two years back with a lost leg. Till today its leg has not grown. It still suffers in pain. When you kill animals or birds it does an irreparable damage to them. But plants keep growing even if we pluck a portion of them. We don’t kill plants we only take a portion of it and allow them to grow more..... This is why we are vegetarians. Son I leave it to you to make your own choices. But try choosing the one which causes minimum damage.

Troubles Today

2009-04-23T09:20:00.008-06:00

"Tamil Nadu Chief Minister M. Karunanidhi called for a 12-hour strike (Tamilnadu) on Thursday. The Chennai bandh or Tamil Nadu Bandh is called for , to demand a permanent ceasefire in Srilanka where innocent Tamilians are being subjected to war atrocities. On Tuesday night, Chief Minister Karunanidhi issued an appeal and asked all Tamils, irrespective of their political affiliations, to join the strike or bandh."

The above is an extract of the reason for the Bandh on 23-April-2009 in Chennai by the ruling party. This bandh seemed like a political tantrum for me, which focuses more on the election votes rather than the real issue!!

I work for a BPO. What ever goes out of form, we have to stay in form to help our clients across countries after all that's what we have been paid for.....

We made prior plans. Some people decided to stay in office and sleep in the path between the computer bays in which we work. People who had families did not have a choice. So we all returned home on Wednesday late night. On Thursday most of us rushed to the office before 6.00 A.M. It was very difficult for people who worked in European shifts who left office at 1.00 A.M and returned at 5.30-5.45 A.M just because they had kids and husband at home to take care. There were also some people like me who had the guts to travel in our own vehicle and reaching office before 10.00 A.M.

When i set my two wheeler on road, I fouled.. almost 90% less traffic than it used to be in the morning. Most of the shops were closed. There were no traffic signals too..... it is a silent protest by the machines as well...Obviously controlled by the government...When I reached office I saw all others so excited about their travel on the day. We were not able to focus on work. All we did was to talk about this pointless bandh.

It was lunch time. We were all given token. We accepted it, Swam into the cafeteria where we found hundreds of others stating to get the food before its gets over. We all stood in line. It took 20 mins to get the food plate in hand. I ended up eating till the plate was clean as we may not receive good food until 6 atleast. Hmmm....i am not against tolerance but i am against victimising...

Strike is a democratic way to put forward their demands, yes its a text book definition.Political parties entering strike, whom they are trying to convince...you, me or the entire world , war started 30 years back, various solutions were worked, numerous agreements were signed in Srilanka and was broken..

What we need is a solution, what we need is peace, safety and a trouble free land for the minorities living in our neighbouring country, One day strike is going to do nothing except some visibility and an additional point for the politicians during their campaign.

LETS USE LESS STRIKE..STRIKE LESS NATION IS AMBITIOUS

A Hare and a dog story..... made me to write again after 3 yrs....

2009-04-18T10:38:00.001-06:00

Yesterday, I was waiting at the Dentist clinic I happened to lay my hands on a local Tamil magazine. I browsed through to find my small stories which I am always fond of. I found a short story on a hare and a dog

There was a small hare that lived among the bushes in a forest. One day the hare decided to go to the town that was near the forest. The hare made it start in the morning from the forest and came out to the town road. It was admiring the people, cycle, houses and so on. The hare was walking around the town silently hiding in the trees which it found on the way to avoid attraction from people. All of a sudden a dog came from nowhere. When this dog saw the hare it started chasing it. Hare realized that his life is now in danger when it saw the ferocious wowing dog. So the hare started running gaining its full strength in its legs. The dog chased the hare. Every time the hare missed the dog just in seconds and reached the forest and it ran into the forest. The moment the dog reached the brim of the forest it was tired. Also the dog was not ready to enter into a new arena to catch the hare. So it returned back to the town.

The above story is just a simple children tale. But it conveyed a meaning to me. The hare was in a life or death situation while for the dog it was just another food. If not hare it would have been a cat for the dog. That made the difference in their destiny. Though we all know the moral of this story we all choose to forget it unless told again. This reiterated the known fact that a person should run with the correct speed, time and determination to win in life.

After I came home I finished some of the work which I procrastinated from the past. It also made me to re-visit my blog.
When I visited my blog back....Gosh.... almost 3yrs since I wrote nothing. This made me think if I have lost my creativity/language/thinking..... Answer that my mind said was that I lacked determination to pen down my thoughts. So I penned this story to motivate myself in the future.

Alchemist

2006-07-06T10:22:00.000-06:00

When my hands moved on the book ‘Alchemist’ by some said

“Hey this is a life changing book, don’t miss it” some said

“It is one among good philosophy books that will inspire your life” and

The negative comments are of no exception, who said “it’s the usual jaba-jaba….no use”. None of these comments stopped me or induced me to take the book with a perception on any side.

This is what I said to my mind when I started to read “any philosophy book requires reading it without prejudice and only this reading will reveal what kind of book it is for an individual”

The story starts by introducing a shepherd called Santiago and describes about the way he chose to go around the world and visit many places, the changes that happens in his life and how he finds his destiny and how he at last attains it by crossing many obstacles. The messages and moral are spun around the story of Santiago by Paulo Coelho.

I like stories with moral than plain moral. The book satisfied this feature till the end. The book left many incidents to the reader’s perception. The reader has to interpret what the author is trying to say. This gave room to interpret it in many ways when I read it each time with different mind set. This was advantageous because the reader have to search and get the meaning from the words rather than the author giving one particular interpretation.

The whole book moves around one simple concept “reaching ones destiny is tough and it requires dream and courage”. Paulo Coelho has shown his dexterity in writing especially in the way he has built upon the story step by step.

The book’s second half stresses that love will never stop a person from attaining his destiny. If it does so then it’s the mistake of the person’s and not because of his love.

The purity of love and the way Santiago and Fatima fell in love reminded me the incidents described by Valmiki about Rama and Sita’s first meeting.

The language of the World and Soul of the World is well described. Also the way to control our constantly speaking mind is put forth in a lay-man’s language.

To have a light reading and gain more.....Alchemist is the right choice

The Game of Three

2006-04-07T08:54:00.000-06:00

That was the day,
When I noticed it, filled with dust at one corner of my room....
Resting for days…. and yrs....
Without any care taken

I moved my hands on it,
With g8 passion and
My mind started traveling back to the days,
When it was one among the heavy baggage that I carried to school...
The one that kept me brisk and
Filled my dress with sweat and tiredness....Every evening – my shuttle bat

It has been days and yrs…………
Since I landed my hands on it...
Feel its glory and shine....

It was on the fourth Monday of the winter that passed...
I touched it,
Cleared the signs of untouched days,
Smelt it and mounted it on my bike to take it on a new journey......
To celebrate a special occasion.....
To celebrate yet another day,
To be kept in memory throughout my life,
To treasure a new event in my books,
A game played by the three

It was the day when we three joined together to play a game of shuttle....

All set....
2 bats and a cock...
We all marched,
As though marching to battle with each other,
On the stairs leading to terrace

It was bliss to smell the fresh air away from city automobiles –
In the evening

We started shaking our hands to greet each other...
We agreed to take turns and play.

Here we took the ground...
Me and bhyravi (bhy)
The game of serious play with 10 points....

Here came the natures play...
Moving the cock here, there and everywhere,
Where we dint expect...
We crossed the boundaries drawn,
To hit the cock
We neglected the net...
The whole game played on a stage of comedy,
Where bhavatharini (bhava) landed up on the over head tank –As a cork girl
But bhava was given only two chances to prove her duty...
And all came to an end when we two hit the ground.

Still not an end....
bhava got down with her monkey crawling technique from the tank
[Seemed to be a really monkey show...sorry bhava]
Took the bat and cock.....
Running and pulling us from the floor....to play with her
She played all tantrums to make us get back to the court,
But in vain

She at last hit the cock hard in the air with the bat,
That flew away to the next compound,
We two denied to get the cock…so did bhava
The game came to an end......but not our friendship

May wonder not, y I am writing this after 3 months since the event happened.....
It’s this day I took a ride back to day we three played.

Tamil Numerals

2006-03-28T09:10:00.000-07:00

how many of u know tamil numerals.......if not learn it now

௧ 1
௨ 2
௩ 3
௪ 4
௫ 5
௬ 6
௭ 7
௮ 8
௯ 9

My Special Best Friend

2006-03-23T19:32:00.001-07:00

It is really tough to write a post when you know very less words to describe about a special person. I created nearly 15 to 20 posts about this person and ended up in deleting them, just because I dint find them apt to suit what I want to say. It’s about a Special Best Friend.

The famous quote that triggers in my mind whenever I say “FRIEND” is

“A touch of care,
A heart to share,
With someone other than a friend,
Is indeed rare”

But she is not only a person who shares my happiness and hard days but also the one who shared her blood, gene, her life with me. In fact she is the ONE who created me….yes that’s my mom…my Special Best Friend.

There are ‘n’ numbers of word, poems and prose to describe about other relationships. But no literary work can replicate the relationship between a mother and child exactly in words….this explains y my brain was set to work for one full month to write about a person….a special person….to check for words and phrases in various places to fit in with my feeling and thoughts…but in vain I dint find any, except for one song…..my favourite song written by Vairamuthi, composed my AR Rahman …for the film Pavitra…its

Uyirum neeyae udalum neeyae unarvum neeyae thaayae - than
udalil sumandhu uyiril kalandhu uruvam tharuvaay neeyae
un kannil vazhiyum oru thuli poadhum kadalum urugum thaayae
un kaaladi mattum tharuvaay thaayae sorggam endbadhu poyyae
(uyirum)

vinnaip padaiththaan mannaip padaiththaan
kaatrum mazhaiyum oliyum padaiththaan
boomikku adhanaal nimmadhi illai
saami thaviththaan thaayaip padaiththaan
(uyirum)

Many defining moments have happened in my life (especially this month...will post those sometime later) she has always played a main role in it.

She is the ONE who took g8 efforts to make sure I am comfortable each day in my life. She is the ONE who comes to rescue me when I am facing difficulty. She is the ONE who consoles me whenever I cry ( …the day I lost CTS placement)… She is the ONE who gave me confidence each time I was badly in need…she is my role model…she is the ONE who taught me good and bad…she is the ONE who brought me back when I was about to take a wrong path…she is the ONE who created me not just as a human species but as a nice, efficient and BOLD person.

Being kids and fighting with friends is a usual event. Whenever I fight with someone, their mothers will be the devil whom I have to face…during that time my mother had never rescued me….she made sure that I face those devil (…pardon me for describing my frds mom as devil because that’s how it was during that time)…I used to curse my mom for not being on my side…but now I feel great for her strategy which enables me to handle any person whom I meet in my path.

I will never forget one incident that made me to realize my mom’s strategy. This happened when I was in 8th or 9th. I had a close friend during that time. Her mom used to accompany her all the time…to leave her at school…receive her back from school, even thought she had a cycle. One fine day her cycle got punctured and her mom dint come… [I don’t remember y she dint come]. The moment she saw her cycle she started crying…in front of all…I was wondering what is making her cry…to my surprise reason for tears was simply a punctured cycle. I helped her to get things done. When I sent her home and mounted to drive my cycle I was feeling proud and happy that I had the confidence to handle a situation. This made me realize y my mom left me alone all the time. Though this incident was a petty one, it’s big to me just because it was an eye opener.

She made sure that I don’t depend on anyone for anything. I thank her for making me a self-depended person. […since this is a special post for my mom, dad is absent…..sorry dad will write about you latter]. She has not only been my mom but my best friend. She is the one who knows each and every thing that happens in my life.

Though one fine day I have to leave this place and move to some other house…calling my mother-in-law as my mom, I wouldn’t miss my mom….because she is filled in my memories forever….as my mom and as my best friend.

One night @ call center

2006-02-19T07:23:00.001-07:00

It is since i read this line "An Apathetic reader is an Apathetic person as a whole", i started exploring my interests in reading...esp in English which i haven't done for two decades. Learning a language in a fortnight is a dream...a non-fulfilled dream for me. if there are any errors pls highlight it to me...

I will bet u the most difficult part that every starter faces is "Where to start" and i am no exception. At this time i caught hold of a simple, easy and nice book......One Night @ Call Center by Chetan Bhagat.the author of Five Point Someone.

The best part of the book is the way in which the story is carried on, the characters and GOD..

The Characters portrayed:

Shyam stands as a role model for Sarcasm, a guy whose promotion is dumped by his boss and love by Priyanka . Vroom a guy who wants to earn more cash and lead a hep life. Radhika a married women who is cheated by her husband. Esha pucca modern girl who wants to pursue her modeling career. Priyanka the girl who dumped Shyam, who has just accepted a proposal for marriage from Mr.Microsoft.......sorry bald head Ganesh who is working in Microsoft, Seattle. Military Uncle a fine old man who is chucked out by his son. Last but not the least Bakshi a stupid but evil manager.

The GOD conversion gave me insight of what we r missing out in our life. All of a sudden GOD calling then on a no-signal-cell phone is imaginary..but the words spoken by the GOD character helps u to find light at the end of the tunnel....the words that each and everyone must remember in life, to succeed.

Dating with our self:

In this current fast moving world we are unable not only share time with our loved ones but also to spend with ourselves.By doing this we miss to hear what exactly we want in life. Our instincts constantly try to communicate with us but we fail to hear it. Practically speaking we ignore it.........so we fail in the steps that we take.....retracing our steps also becomes difficult. First we have to think what exactly we want to do, think within yourself and then decide on the stand that u r going to take.

Secret of Success:

The Author Chetan Bhagat gives a four step agenda for success through GOD.

Medium amount of Intelligence
Bit of imagination
Self-confidence
Failure

Failure......................you wonder why this is on the list. the author has justified this by saying that when u taste failure you won't have much fear. You can take risk more easily...u won't snuggle in u'r comfort zone.

"Success is about flying, not snuggling"

Other incidents are predictable and usual. he completes the story by stating how they can change things if they think.......not to stand in the same place-move on.

He also describes how sarcasm can ruin one's life through Shyam charater. I was not impressed with the ending.But still the witting and sequence of incidents will steal your heart.

Tennis schedules- GRAND SLAMS

2006-02-05T05:57:00.000-07:00

Did u know ,Every year the Grand Slam starts on the same day

Every fourth Monday of June ----- WIMBLEDON
Every fourth Monday of May ----- FRENCH OPEN
Every fourth Monday of August---US OPEN
Every third Monday of January---AUSTRALIAN OPEN

quite interesting na......i dont know the reason but this pattern is followed...

பாதை

2006-02-05T03:34:00.000-07:00

மார்கழி காலையில்
பனி சூழ்ந்த வேளையில்
சூரியன் எட்டிப் பார்கும் சமயத்தில்
கண்கள் மூடி நடந்தேன்
என் பருவ நிலையில், நினைவில்

காற்று, மெல்ல கண்களை வருடியது......
அதன் ஓசை காதுகளில் பாய்ந்தது....
அதன் மென்மை உடலை சிலிர்க்கவைதது
என் மனதையும் உதட்டையும் வருடியது...................மென்மையாக

மழைதுளி என்மேல் விழ
என் உள்ளத்தில் மாறுதல் ஏற்பட்டது

திடுக்கிட்டு விழித்தேன்
வந்த பாதையைப் பார்த்தேன்.........

"இறந்த காலம் ஏளனமாய் சிரித்தது"

போகும் பாதையைப் பார்த்தேன்

"விகாரமும்... சிரிப்பும் கலந்த பார்வையோடு என்னை நோக்கியது"

நின்ற இடத்தைப் பார்த்தேன்.........
........"தைரியமாய் வாழ்வை எதிர்னோக்கு" என்றது

என் விழிகளை நிமிர்த்தினேன்.......நம்பிக்கையுடன்

வெளிச்சத்தில் நடந்தேன்..........

.....
தேவி

The new year by Alfred

2006-02-05T03:28:00.000-07:00

Ring out the old,Ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true

-Alfred Lord Tennyson

2006-02-05T03:18:00.000-07:00

There is one poem which i cannot forget in my life......The poem tht gave me confidence tht i can win on stage...... The poem which helped me to realise tht i am good at voice modulation....Its Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.....

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

1. The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20