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Monday, December 31, 2012

2012, the year that was!

As clich├ęd as it might sound, 2012 has been one of the fastest years ever in my life. To think of it, I was celebrating new year, then my birthday and once work started I just have this distant memory of travelling back and forth, enjoying the travel more than the destination many a time. Then there was this time when I had to manage home all by myself when mom and dad were abroad for a while. After that I got to take a wonderful holiday to Kashmir, one place that I’ve wanted to go for so long and glad that my wish was granted. Now, all of a sudden I see myself coming back to the New Year again.

I shouldn’t be complaining since I like being busy (not pretending to be busy), but 2012 was hectic indeed. I had a lot of things to do and I’m happy that something was keeping me occupied.  I had time to read, I had time to write, I had time to blog, I had time to read what others write and write about what I read. I had time to learn swimming, something that I’d promised myself during the New Year 2012. I had time to listen to music, stay up to date with what was happening on Facebook, and got hooked on to twitter. I never missed listening to my favorite songs from the latest albums, ‘Dil Se’ and ‘Kun faya Kun’ on a daily basis. I took time off to sharpen by driving skills and I’m pretty comfortable driving on the road, especially on the flyover, still I’m a bit cautious. Trying to perfect it by the end of next year ;-)

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Enough Said. Is there a Solution?


It is indeed a sad day for all of us. One of our sisters, who was one among us had to leave the world. Well I wouldn’t say she had to leave, she was forced to leave, after the horrible treatment meted out to her. And isn’t it surprising to realize that the very people who were responsible for her condition are still present amongst us? Alive and kicking.

Over the past few days there has been an outrage in social media, condemning the incident. The blame game started and people blamed the government, the Police. Some notable citizens went further and remarked that women should be modestly dressed and went on to speak something that they had to regret later. These days anyone and everyone seem to be giving advice to others, just because a medium of reaching out to the larger audience is available.

All said and done, after all the incisive back to back interviews, discussions and debates, how different are we today? Have we been able to witness anything close to a solution for this? Has the young girl’s death not taught us a lesson? There is a lot of hue and cry but what exactly are we going to do about it? Shouldn’t justice be served and shouldn’t the culprits be punished. Shouldn’t this send a message to all the perverts there who think they can get away with anything?

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Book Review : Once Upon The Tracks of Mumbai By Rishi Vohra



We live in reality. Some of us live in our dreams too. For a few it is just a dream, but for a few it is an ‘Alternate Reality’.

Once Upon the Tracks of Mumbai by Rishi Vohra, takes us through the life of Balwant Srivatsav, set in the backdrop of the Mumbai suburban railways. He comes across as an introvert who finds it difficult to communicate with other people. He is unable o express himself clearly and no one seems to be able to understand him, except perhaps his friend, the one person who treats him the way he wishes to be treated, Vandana.His family is not particularly proud of him and he chooses to distance himself from them to avoid unnecessary tension in the family. The book deals about how he deals with various people, how he realizes his own potential in the most unusual circumstances and how he creates a mark for himself in an unassuming manner.

Balwant Srivatsav or Babloo as he is known lives in his own world and keeps to himself. Being the elder of the two sons of Amar and Sudha, he grows up devoid of the love and affection from his parents. He is physically fit and mentally sound, but he has trouble maintaining a conversation with people. He finds it difficult to assimilate words spoken very quickly and hence is left to keep staring without a clue as to what is going on. He is content with his daily routine and is not bothered of anyone other than Vandana. Vandana is portrayed as a very independent woman who dreams to make it big in the advertising agency. Being beautiful and intelligent, she is a bit wary of men but finds a good friend in Babloo. Sikander, his childhood friend, promises to set up Babloo’s with Vandana. But he has his own intentions.To that purpose, Babloo introduces Vandana to Sikander who seem to strike a chord from the beginning.

Friday, December 21, 2012

What Chennai Means to Me!



This post is part of the blog tag titled, The CBC Tablog where CBC stands for Chennai Bloggers Club. About 35 bloggers from Chennai are participating in this blog tag; everyone will write about their favourite city Chennai and what it means to them. So here's my post for the CBC tablog titled, What Chennai Means To Me. Thanks for passing the baton to me Bhushavalli Natarajan!


Who said you have to like something only if it is perfect? In fact it is the imperfections that makes something all the more lovable. Chennai might not be the best city for others, but for me it will always remain special and close to my heart.

Chennai. My home. My heart.My world. Chennai has given me a life, a wonderful family, a job , a passion, memories and tonnes of happiness. What more could I ask for?

Sunset @ Marina, clicked by me.

Here is Chennai from my perspective.

Anna Centenary Library 
Beach (Marina/Bessy) 
Chennai Super Kings 
Dhabba Express (best buffet!)
Egg Sandwich (Outside Alsa Mall) 
Filter Coffee 
Greams Road Fruit Shop 
Home :-), Higginbothams 
Idly with 3 chutneys 
Jilabis in Dhabbas 
Kodambakkam , Kancheepuram Sarees
LandMark 
Music Academy 
Nungambakkam
Ootta Vadai :-) 
Parthasarathy Temple 
Queues outside anywhere, specially Long ones. (ATM, Stores offering Sale and Discount, Billing Counters, temples, Cafeteria, Boarding a Flight) 
Rosary Matric, Rajinikanth
Satyam Cinemas, Santhome Church 
Taj Coromandel (Golden Dragon and Match Point) 
Upma
Vanakkam with Both hands folded 
Whistle (oh yes I can ;-))
Xerox Shop (I spent half my engineering waiting there :-) ) 
Yoga 
Zardozi silk sarees

I haven't been to Heaven but I know how it would be, because I live in Chennai :-)


This post will be succeeded by Bragadeesh Prasanna who blogs at Prasanna's Ramblings.  

Previous posts in the Tablog

Susan Deborah's post.
Anne John's post.
Aravind Kumar's post.
Bhushavalli Natrajan's post.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

The Pleasure Of Walking.



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I usually don’t get to walk much, unless I specifically set out for the very purpose. Having been gifted with a two wheeler, which is always at my disposal, I don’t have the need to walk unless I feel so. Today, I was placed in a different situation where I wasn't in a position to use my vehicle. But I had an impending meet up which I did not want to miss. So I decided to walk a bit and travel by public transport. I walked up to the nearest bus stand, took a bus, and got down at a point where my friend had agreed to pick me up. Later that day, I asked me friend to drop me at the nearby station,  took a train back home and walked the remaining distance.

This might seem odd for someone in Chennai, considering that most of them are equipped with their own mode of transport or are kind-hearted to donate large sums to the auto drivers. Somehow I desist these money hungry auto drivers who charge a fortune just for a 3 km ride. Leave alone being fair, there is a limit to which one can demand from others. So instead of complaining,  I choose to avoid them totally and opt for the  buses/trains as the last resort.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Book Review : Shades Of Love.


Shades of Love. An Anthology of Short stories.

I am not a big fan of love stories. Sometimes it’s too sweet to be true and I try and keep my hands off books , that claim to be an out and out romantic story. Come on, I can’t read pages and pages of all what some people claim to be unconditional love. When I came across this book, Shades Of Love, I presumed it to be another one of its kind. But then I happened to notice another line that said “An Anthology of short stories”. I like reading short stories, thanks to a lot of bloggers (my favorite short story writer is Partha Sir, who blogs here ). So I decided to go for it and read it.

Shades of Love, comprises of stories written by twenty five different people. The profile of the contributors include IT professionals, management graduates, students, journalists, architects, writers,  teachers, dancers and people from the field of medicine. Before reading the book, I read the short note about each contributor and I was surprised by how people from such diverse backgrounds nurtured the spirit of writing despite their mainstream profession.  Kudos to the Editor Ankit Mittal for such a nice initiative and a wonderful compilation of stories.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

My Letter to the Prime Minister.


The Viewspaper organized a Letter-A-Thon Campaign "PM Ji Samjho Ji" where people were invited to write a letter to the Prime Minster offering constructive criticism. I would like to thank the Editorial team for having invited me personally to write in the campaign. Here is my letter. You can also read it here.




You can read the other letters here.

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Dear Prime Minister,

I write to you as a citizen, who is concerned about the direction in which the nation is headed.

I have always admired you as an individual and your profile, but somehow things don’t seem to be going in the right direction, for some time. Everyone has their share of bad days; You just seem to be having all of them together.  I don’t wish to add fuel to the fire and point out why things went askew. Past is past, there is no point talking about it now. We can only hope to make sure that we do not repeat the past mistakes.
In this letter, I wish to outline certain things, which would definitely help the “aam- aadmi”. More than just helping the common man, it would help the nation too.

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