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"princess-musings" hunh ??

My best friend decided to create a blog, she dint bother to tell me.
She created the blog, I was not informed.
She posted something, 2 and a half hours ago, I was not told.
I still don't know what is her blog called....

Wah kya dosti nibhayi.... ???


I am not surprised.. not at all... and for this... I have decided,

I will read her blog.
I will quote her from her blog.
I will spread the word around, about her blog.


But I won't post a comment on her blog !!!!!!!

Monday, August 31, 2009 by Hari
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'Defining Success ... !!!' One of my favourite mails...

Address by Subroto Bagchi, Chief Operating Officer,

MindTree Consulting

To

The Class of 2006 at the Indian Institute of Management, Bangalore

On Defining success. July 2nd 2004


I was the last child of a small-time government servant, in a family of five brothers. My earliest memory of my father is as that of a District Employment Officer in Koraput, Orissa. It was and remains as back of beyond as you can imagine. There was no electricity; no primary school nearby and water did not flow out of a tap. As a result, I did not go to school until the age of eight; I was home-schooled. My father used to get transferred every year. The family belongings fit into the back of a jeep – so the family moved from place to place and, without any trouble, my Mother would set up an establishment and get us going. Raised by a widow who had come as a refugee from the then East Bengal, she was a matriculate when she married my Father. My parents set the foundation of my life and the value system which makes me what I am today and largely defines what success means to me today.

As District Employment Officer, my father was given a jeep by the government. There was no garage in the Office, so the jeep was parked in our house. My father refused to use it to commute to the office. He told us that the jeep is an expensive resource given by the government – he reiterated to us that it was not ‘his jeep’ but the government’s jeep. Insisting that he would use it only to tour the interiors, he would walk to his office on normal days. He also made sure that we never sat in the government jeep – we could sit in it only when it was stationary. That was our early childhood lesson in governance – a lesson that corporate managers learn the hard way, some never do.

The driver of the jeep was treated with respect due to any other member of my Father’s office. As small children, we were taught not to call him by his name. We had to use the suffix ‘dada’ whenever we were to refer to him in public or private. When I grew up to own a car and a driver by the name of Raju was appointed – I repeated the lesson to my two small daughters. They have, as a result, grown up to call Raju, ‘Raju Uncle’ – very different from many of their friends who refer to their family drivers as ‘my driver’. When I hear that term from a school- or college-going person, I cringe. To me, the lesson was significant – you treat small people with more respect than how you treat big people. It is more important to respect your subordinates than your superiors.

Our day used to start with the family huddling around my Mother’s chulha – an earthen fire place she would build at each place of posting where she would cook for the family. There was no gas, nor electrical stoves. The morning routine started with tea. As the brew was served, Father would ask us to read aloud the editorial page of The Statesman’s ‘muffosil’ edition – delivered one day late. We did not understand much of what we were reading. But the ritual was meant for us to know that the world was larger than Koraput district and the English I speak today, despite having studied in an Oriya medium school, has to do with that routine. After reading the newspaper aloud, we were told to fold it neatly. Father taught us a simple lesson. He used to say, “You should leave your newspaper and your toilet, the way you expect to find it”. That lesson was about showing consideration to others. Business begins and ends with that simple precept.

Being small children, we were always enamored with advertisements in the newspaper for transistor radios – we did not have one. We saw other people having radios in their homes and each time there was an advertisement of Philips, Murphy or Bush radios, we would ask Father when we could get one. Each time, my Father would reply that we did not need one because he already had five radios – alluding to his five sons. We also did not have a house of our own and would occasionally ask Father as to when, like others, we would live in our own house. He would give a similar reply, “We do not need a house of our own. I already own five houses”. His replies did not gladden our hearts in that instant. Nonetheless, we learnt that it is important not to measure personal success and sense of well being through material possessions.

Government houses seldom came with fences. Mother and I collected twigs and built a small fence. After lunch, my Mother would never sleep. She would take her kitchen utensils and with those she and I would dig the rocky, white ant infested surrounding. We planted flowering bushes. The white ants destroyed them. My mother brought ash from her chulha and mixed it in the earth and we planted the seedlings all over again. This time, they bloomed. At that time, my father’s transfer order came. A few neighbors told my mother why she was taking so much pain to beautify a government house, why she was planting seeds that would only benefit the next occupant. My mother replied that it did not matter to her that she would not see the flowers in full bloom. She said, “I have to create a bloom in a desert and whenever I am given a new place, I must leave it more beautiful than what I had inherited”. That was my first lesson in success. It is not about what you create for yourself, it is what you leave behind that defines success.

My mother began developing a cataract in her eyes when I was very small. At that time, the eldest among my brothers got a teaching job at the University in Bhubaneswar and had to prepare for the civil services examination. So, it was decided that my Mother would move to cook for him and, as her appendage, I had to move too. For the first time in my life, I saw electricity in homes and water coming out of a tap. It was around 1965 and the country was going to war with Pakistan. My mother was having problems reading and in any case, being Bengali, she did not know the Oriya script. So, in addition to my daily chores, my job was to read her the local newspaper – end to end. That created in me a sense of connectedness with a larger world. I began taking interest in many different things. While reading out news about the war, I felt that I was fighting the war myself. She and I discussed the daily news and built a bond with the larger universe. In it, we became part of a larger reality. Till date, I measure my success in terms of that sense of larger connectedness.

Meanwhile, the war raged and India was fighting on both fronts. Lal Bahadur Shastri, the then Prime Minster, coined the term “Jai Jawan, Jai Kishan” and galvanized the nation in to patriotic fervor. Other than reading out the newspaper to my mother, I had no clue about how I could be part of the action. So, after reading her the newspaper, every day I would land up near the University’s water tank, which served the community. I would spend hours under it, imagining that there could be spies who would come to poison the water and I had to watch for them. I would daydream about catching one and how the next day, I would be featured in the newspaper. Unfortunately for me, the spies at war ignored the sleepy town of Bhubaneswar and I never got a chance to catch one in action. Yet, that act unlocked my imagination. Imagination is everything. If we can imagine a future, we can create it, if we can create that future, others will live in it. That is the essence of success.

Over the next few years, my mother’s eyesight dimmed but in me she created a larger vision, a vision with which I continue to see the world and, I sense, through my eyes, she was seeing too. As the next few years unfolded, her vision deteriorated and she was operated for cataract. I remember, when she returned after her operation and she saw my face clearly for the first time, she was astonished. She said, “Oh my God, I did not know you were so fair”. I remain mighty pleased with that adulation even till date. Within weeks of getting her sight back, she developed a corneal ulcer and, overnight, became blind in both eyes. That was 1969. She died in 2002. In all those 32 years of living with blindness, she never complained about her fate even once. Curious to know what she saw with blind eyes, I asked her once if she sees darkness. She replied, “No, I do not see darkness. I only see light even with my eyes closed”. Until she was eighty years of age, she did her morning yoga everyday, swept her own room and washed her own clothes. To me, success is about the sense of independence; it is about not seeing the world but seeing the light.

Over the many intervening years, I grew up, studied, joined the industry and began to carve my life’s own journey. I began my life as a clerk in a government office, went on to become a Management Trainee with the DCM group and eventually found my life’s calling with the IT industry when fourth generation computers came to India in 1981. Life took me places – I worked with outstanding people, challenging assignments and traveled all over the world. In 1992, while I was posted in the US, I learnt that my father, living a retired life with my eldest brother, had suffered a third degree burn injury and was admitted in the Safderjung Hospital in Delhi. I flew back to attend to him – he remained for a few days in critical stage, bandaged from neck to toe. The Safderjung Hospital is a cockroach infested, dirty, inhuman place. The overworked, under-resourced sisters in the burn ward are both victims and perpetrators of dehumanized life at its worst. One morning, while attending to my Father, I realized that the blood bottle was empty and fearing that air would go into his vein, I asked the attending nurse to change it. She bluntly told me to do it myself. In that horrible theater of death, I was in pain and frustration and anger. Finally when she relented and came, my Father opened his eyes and murmured to her, “Why have you not gone home yet?” Here was a man on his deathbed but more concerned about the overworked nurse than his own state. I was stunned at his stoic self. There I learnt that there is no limit to how concerned you can be for another human being and what is the limit of inclusion you can create. My father died the next day.

He was a man whose success was defined by his principles, his frugality, his universalism and his sense of inclusion. Above all, he taught me that success is your ability to rise above your discomfort, whatever may be your current state. You can, if you want, raise your consciousness above your immediate surroundings. Success is not about building material comforts – the transistor that he never could buy or the house that he never owned. His success was about the legacy he left, the memetic continuity of his ideals that grew beyond the smallness of a ill-paid, unrecognized government servant’s world.

My father was a fervent believer in the British Raj. He sincerely doubted the capability of the post-independence Indian political parties to govern the country. To him, the lowering of the Union Jack was a sad event. My Mother was the exact opposite. When Subhash Bose quit the Indian National Congress and came to Dacca, my mother, then a schoolgirl, garlanded him. She learnt to spin khadi and joined an underground movement that trained her in using daggers and swords. Consequently, our household saw diversity in the political outlook of the two. On major issues concerning the world, the Old Man and the Old Lady had differing opinions. In them, we learnt the power of disagreements, of dialogue and the essence of living with diversity in thinking. Success is not about the ability to create a definitive dogmatic end state; it is about the unfolding of thought processes, of dialogue and continuum.

Two years back, at the age of eighty-two, Mother had a paralytic stroke and was lying in a government hospital in Bhubaneswar. I flew down from the US where I was serving my second stint, to see her. I spent two weeks with her in the hospital as she remained in a paralytic state. She was neither getting better nor moving on. Eventually I had to return to work. While leaving her behind, I kissed her face. In that paralytic state and a garbled voice, she said, “Why are you kissing me, go kiss the world.” Her river was nearing its journey, at the confluence of life and death, this woman who came to India as a refugee, raised by a widowed Mother, no more educated than high school, married to an anonymous government servant whose last salary was Rupees Three Hundred, robbed of her eyesight by fate and crowned by adversity – was telling me to go and kiss the world!

Success to me is about Vision. It is the ability to rise above the immediacy of pain. It is about imagination. It is about sensitivity to small people. It is about building inclusion. It is about connectedness to a larger world existence. It is about personal tenacity. It is about giving back more to life than you take out of it. It is about creating extra-ordinary success with ordinary lives.

Thank you very much; I wish you good luck and Godspeed. Go, kiss the world.

by Hari
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Wishin' and Hopin' !!! :)

Watched a movie that I wanted to watch since it was released 12 years ago...
My Best Friend's Wedding...

Liked the movie... The climax was kinda Damp Squib, but O.K and acceptable..., though I would have preferred Julia Roberts pocketing her man... Nice storyline, nice scenes, pretty good screenplay...

I loved the guy called 'George's acting.. He was too too good... Actually I secretly hoped, Julia would marry him, though he is gay.. !! :) :D (I know that sounds childish... :) ) But his character was simply too good... The way, he pretends to be in love with Julia Roberts was hilarious.. Too hilarious... I simply loved that part...

And what else did I love in this movie..

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
I liked this one song which comes right in the beginning of the movie...

Wishin' and Hopin' ... Simply too good.... Very impressive....
Lyrics were too good and the music was awesome... but most of all, I was really impressed by the dancing and expressions on the actor's faces... Worth a watch.. definitely ...

You can watch the video on Youtube here.

Wishin and Hopin ...

Here are the lyrics for the song...

Wishing and hoping
and thinking and praying,
planning and dreaming
each night of his charms
that won't get you into his arms,
so if you're looking to find love
you can share, all you gotta do,
is hold him and kiss him, and love him
and show him that you care
Show him that you care just for him,
do the things that he likes to do,
wear your hair just for him,
cause you won't get him, thinking and a praying
wishing and a hoping
Just wishing and hoping
and thinking and praying
and planning and dreaming
his kisses will start...
that won't get you into his heart...
so if your thinking how great true love is
all you gotta do is...
Hold him and kiss him and squeeze him and love him
just do it and
after you do, you will be his
Show him that you care just for him,
do the things that he likes to do,
wear your hair just for him,
cause you won't get him
thinking and a praying
wishing and a hoping
Just wishing and hoping and thinking and praying
planning and dreaming
his kisses will start...
that won't get you into his heart
so if your thinking how great true love is
all you gotta do.....
Is hold him and kiss him
and squeeze him and love him
just do it and after you do
you will be his....
you will be his.....
you..will..be..his........


That brings us to an end of this post... !!!
Will be back soon ....!!!

Sunday, August 30, 2009 by Hari
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Feeling Happy .... :)

Finally I managed to clear my certification ...
No hassles at all.. Except for a couple of goofups at my end. I kept my registration confirmation papers in the ATM and then forgot to take it ... And what a mess it created.... !!! But as they say...

Well begun is Half done and All's well that ends well... So That explains it...

I've got a 96% in the certi, Thanks to the Question papers. I say my heartfelt thanks to the guy who has taken the pains to create the question paper... almost all questions came from there, without even a word change !!!

Was so happy Yesterday...that I finally managed to see a movie that I wanted to see for more than 10 years... Which one ? :P

Watch out for the next post .. !!! :)

P.S: But in the meanwhile.. You can still be wishin' and hopin'.. !!! :)
Hope you got the clue.... :) :) :D

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Feeling Nostalgic ....

I still remember the day, when I first read a Hindi Story called 'Hansi ke Mukhaute' - (Mask of Laughter). The story, written in simple and easy to understand Hindi, goes something like this.

There is this person A, who goes to a town and to his surprise finds a long lost friend of his, B, waiting for him at railway station. After initial formalities, A comes to know that B had resigned his job at the newspaper. A is now worried about the fact that B will ask him for monetary help. B tells A that he had a son, who died barely a month after going to work. And that his daughter was helping him these days. His wife had gone to her parents' place for a change of mind. A feels very guilty about this. But all this while B never asks A for any favor. B even pays up the food bill. B makes A promise that A will have dinner at his place, before catching the night's train back home. A relents. In the evening, A comes to B's place, only to realise that his friend was living a miserable life. B does not have anything to offer as dinner, and A decides to board the train stating the reason that he usually fasts at night. A week later, A gets a letter from B's daughter stating her helplessness that night, due to lack of money and she forced herself to come home late so that the guests have gone. After reading this letter all A could see was B's laughing face and tears streaming down his face.

The reason this story is so special to me, is that, this was one of the first stories that I translated from Hindi to English and I must say, I did a very good job out of it. Unfortunately I've lost that diary, but if anybody can get me a copy of this story, I am more than ready to rewrite it in English.

Thursday, August 27, 2009 by Hari
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RJ kku vantha Vaazhvu thaan enna ??

I have always felt that people change after they begin to see money in life ...
My Collegemate RJ is one very good example....

In college, I personally felt, he was very down to earth. He knew what he was and he wanted to become better, and I was very happy with that. But I began to see changes in his attitude and him as well, from the day he got a job with a reputed company.
And I have been continuing to see the changes in him, till date. It kinda hurts to see that whom you thought as 'so and so' has now changed to 'so and so' because of money...

I agree, He has got a lot of 'new' and better friends (than me .. of course) and that they are much more accomodating towards him and his changes. They are not sarcastic about him and they don't constantly remind him of his past and his difficulties.

But I today have only one thing to say to my class-mate. Remember, no matter what happens, people will know you, only with what you were, not with what you are. And no matter what happens never let go of your past. Stay in control with it. Bcoz ....
No one escapes their past. No one escapes Judgement.

by Hari
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Champu !!!!

This Was posted in my company bulletin Board...

Thought proving ...

Pareshaan thi Champu ki wife
Non-happening thi jo uski life
Champu ko na milta tha aaram
Office main karta kaam hi kaam

Champu ke boss bhi the bade cool
Promotion ko har baar jate the bhul
Par bhulte nahi the wo deadline
Kaam to karwate the roz till nine

Champu bhi banna chata tha best
Isliye to wo nahi karta tha rest
Din raat karta wo boss ki gulami
Onsite ke ummid main deta salami

Din guzre aur guzre fir saal
Bura hota gaya Champu ka haal
Champu ko ab kuch yaad na rehta tha
Galti se Biwi ko Behenji kehta tha

Aakhir ek din Champu ko samjh aaya
Aur chod di usne Onsite ki moh maya
Boss se bola, "Tum kyon satate ho ?"
"Onsite ke laddu se buddu banate ho"

"Promotion do warna chala jaunga"
"Onsite dene par bhi wapis na aunga"
Boss haans ke bola "Nahi koi baat"
"Abhi aur bhi Champus hai mere paas"

"Yeh duniya Champuon se bhari hai"
"Sabko bas aage badhne ki padi hai"
"Tum na karoge to kisi aur se karaunga"
"Tumhari tarah Ek aur Champu banaunga"

Promotion do warna chala jaunga
Onsite dene par bhi wapis na aunga
Boss haans ke bola "Nahi koi baat
Abhi aur bhi Champus hai mere paas

Yeh duniya Champuon se bhari hai
Sabko bas aage badhne ki padi hai
Tum na karoge to kisi aur se karaunga
Tumhari tarah Ek aur Champu banaunga


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Wednesday, August 26, 2009 by Hari
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What to Do ??

My Best friend is now undergoing a tough time....
Lots of things (not neccessarily good... ) have been happenning to her in recent times.. and i feel so bad that i am not there, when it matters the most.
Of course, it doesn't matter to her whether i am there or not... that is totally secondary.... it matters to me and i guess that is all that matters...

BTW, does anyone know, how to recover a google account that has got deleted...
My friend's account has got deleted and no-body is able to help us out in getting it back... My friend swears by god, that it was active and working fine..and in less than 8 hours the account has got deleted....


Can someone help ???

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Ah...!!! Lessons to be Learnt from Alaipayuthey .... !!

I came across this article after about 10 years and this brought a smile to my face ...

These were the 20 lessons that were to be learnt from Alaipayuthey ...

1. Never miss a marriage of your friend in the village because some city figures do come there and they may or you may get interested in each other.

2. Never ask a stranger about a girl unless you are sure that he is not her father.

4. If you travel by train please look out of the window ... :-)

5. All software engineers think logically... [Or at least they think so] otherwise how would you endup to 70 females from 3.5 million??
[And they have a couple of them as friends who would agree to this logic]

6. When you first meet your girl and she shouts at you and asks whether you have no other work, take this word:" that is the best sign a relationship can get
started with" and don't forget to speed in the beach shouting at the top of your voice "Ava enna thittita!!!"

7. The easiest way to let your parents know your lover is to invite her to your house and inform others about your plan.
[and she should know to sing "alaipayuthey"with a voice like Harini!]

8. When you say "I love you" try to know what it means because girls nowadays expect you to know what it means..
[Hero: "I Love You" Heroine:"appadina"??]

9. Never let your parents to go and do the talking! They spoil it up.

10. When a girl says about 20 weeks and 20 months logic wrt lover and parents don't worry, she would bethe first one to defect!

11. When your daughters suddenly wear gorgeous Saris please be sure that she is either going to her kadhalan's house for a function or getting thiruttu
married.

12. When you do a "Thiruttu Kalyanam" get Rahman to sing his version of "Mangalyam Thanthunane" since the old version is considered unauspicious
in such occasions!

13. Even marriage registrars are happy about "thiruttu kalyanams".

14. Your house owner is not worried about you working in a software company or an underwear company ;-)

15. When you hug your wife's sister [for reasons ofyour own] make sure your wife is not in the vicinity.Your wife's husband won't mind though.

16. There is some "Ilicha vaayan" Software company in California who would give a $2 million contract to a software outfit in Chennai with a staffing
of 5 to 6 people.

17. If one of your friends or brother go for "Pen Parkkum Padalam", go with him since she might have a younger sister who might "not" be married

18. Even Doctors are caught up in the TLA [Three Letter Acronyms] frenzy. They have their own TIG [Trust in God]

19. After Doctors say TIG, it is finally the lover crying in the bedside which would finally let the patient come out of Coma.

20.Finally the message of the film: When you talkto your girl please add this line:
"Nee alaga illai..nee illama vazha mudiyathunnu ninaikkale....aana please road cross pannum pothu paathu cross pannu"

Monday, August 24, 2009 by Hari
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Haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

10,000 clicks on my blog...

I am a happy happy man.... :)

Saturday, August 22, 2009 by Hari
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Kanthasamy ... A Whiff of Fresh Air... Vikram Rocks... Shreya Rulezzz ...

Finally I get the time to write about something....

Watched Kanthaswamy .. this weekend at Star Cinema....

Pretty good movie...
Story line could have been more taut ...
Atleast a couple of songs could have been cut, comedy by Vadivel was a headache truly..

Vikram Rocks... !!! He is beginning to look younger .. day by day !!!
Shreya ... No words to describe her...
She was amazing, astonishing, ravishing ....at the same time..
I've always felt that Shreya was the most underrated and most under-used actress in the Tamil Moviedom.. and She has vindicated my stand...
What range of emotions... Amazing ... If Shreya had got 20% more screenspace than Vikram... I would have said that this was a Shreya Movie...

Nice theme... Could have been a little more stronger on the adoption part ...

Too much hype for the movie .... Could have been reduced ...

OVerall a good watch .... :)

Friday, August 21, 2009 by Hari
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