Words of Wisdom

Nothing is what it seems
Life is a circle where the ends don't seem to join.
Parallels often have a hidden agenda of meeting.
Rectangles are just lazy squares, sleeping on the side

- /.\



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After the first meeting...

Sab jeeta kiye mujhse,

Main har dam hi haara,

Tum haar ke dil apna,

Meri jeet amar kar do.



- Jagjit Singh.





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The philosopher series - 1

Life can give you countless chances to be angry, sore, low, depressed and frustrated.
But it is only when you have risen above all of them and found happiness that life becomes truly meanigful.

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Better half

You came into my life, one fine day, like a breath of freshness into a dull, boring life.
You accepted me for all I was and put up with everything I was not.
You were patient with all my idiosyncrasies and in turn taught me patience.
You questioned my narrow theories and ideologies on religion, relationships and life in general.
You said GOD is a part of everyone. I refuted it until one fine day, when it dawned on me, in the most unexpected way.
You are the tranquility in my noisy world.
You lead me to clarity in my most confused moments.
You add the philosophy to my otherwise roller-coaster life.
You tone my brazen self with your simplicity.
You taught me to be all that I was not.
You complete me.
You are my BETTER HALF !



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Passing thoughts - 6

Too much to do and too less time...
I wish each day had 48 hrs and I wish I had a clone-helper doing half the chores that I have to do....
Even then, I wonder if I can finish my ever-increasing backalog :-(

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March 20th 2006

Woke up groggy eyed after a bad nightmare with snakes in it, helped mom-in-law with the cooking, rushed through an oil-bath, realised that a shirt had been misplaced at the launderers', took more time than usual to decide my outfit and when I had finally decided on it, figured that I didn't have ANY accessories to go with it. Nevertheless wore it as the MR. was in a hurry to go to office, nagged the MR. a little bit, gift from 'Amma', stopped by “Anjaneyaa's ” on the way. Reached office and was led straight into a completely boring and dead-pan discussion on reliability road-map and literally slept through it. Everybody in team forgot to wish me and I sulked about it for sometime....Finally , a call from the MR. informing me about the magical figure, left for lunch, another call to meet the MR. before 'HARITA's' at 1:45, more calls from more people with more wishes, some arbid calls, met the MR. at HARITHA's, lost the scooter key and struggled for half an hour to recover it, meanwhile called up manager to re-schedule an important 'one-on one', suddenly out of the blue, the MR. pops up GIFTS which include diamonds and also hematite jewellery !!! totally overwhelmed and speechless, and suddenly realised that it was getting late...
Rushed back to office without even looking at the gift properly or thanking the MR., the grilling 'one-on-one' with mgr , more meetings, an updated schedule with lots of work in store for me, finally tried out the jewelley in the rest-room, and felt absolutely delighted !! Showed off all this to 'S' and then finished with the final task for the day and left for the day, tired but totally happy :-)

Reached home and tried the jewellery atleast three times afterwards, with the MR. trying to figure the best angle for the light to fall on the diamonds and initiate their sparkling...
Finally slept with this post in mind !

What better way to spend the end of my 24th year on this earth !!


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Nuvvenaa...

Nuvvenaa....nuvvenaa.....chervvainaa...dooramaina......naa aanandamenaa !

~ From the hit Telugu movie 'Anand'


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Passing thoughts -6

Excerpts from my conversation with Raju ...

Is it fair that a moment's wavering of the mind can change an entire life altogether ?
Or is destiny always so cruel as to take you through a trough after a crest ?

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In the mirror

Someone will always be prettier.
Someone will always be smarter.

Someone's house will be bigger.
Someone will drive a better car.
Someone's children will do better in school.
And her husband will fix more things around the house.

So let it go, and love yourself and your circumstances.

Think about it.
The prettiest woman in the world can have an ugly heart.
The most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have
children.

The richest woman you know - she's got the car, the house,
the clothes - but she might be very lonely.

The Word says if I have not Love, I am nothing.

So, again I suggest, love yourself.

Love who you are, right now, right here.

--- Anonymous




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Our saga continues....

This one's for you J, as you start a whole new chapter in your life...

Pink cotton sal, window sill, Prob-stat class, 2 'soda-buddies', stickler for perfection,T-pot , “palakkad” accent, shrill voice, combined 'ghotting', Mehrotra classes, losing A's in Math papers, SPM fundaas, Mu-P test papers, marathon solving sessions, IC visits, night-outs, NC full tiger biscuits, white night dress, water showers for cooling the room, patient wakeup calls in the morning, high efficiency, dreams of being an architect, picking up threads from where they were left, life partner like you, 'Taal' movie, DP course, perfect packing, art n dee co-ord, panel-painting, charcoal painting, Egyptians'panel, EDIC tut gussing, PEL compre, Num-al compre night-out and then a highA, doing it if you want to, 'San sa-nana-nan' steps, deela camel, ahan-ahan-aaan, gaja, intel-mental, 'Baba' signs, crossword group, ESD assignments, Lakme-girl sketch, 'the movie', apping and SOPs, write-up enthu, decking up for farewells, hogging at assoc farewells, a temporary good-bye,mail chat from WIPRO, daily updates, a short hiatus, then meeting in Bangalore@Barista, weekly phone calls, 'water of life', sharing problems,Oyster bay @commercial street, calls from China, post-China and pre-China discussions, dinner @Kanti sweets, book-discussions, blog-discussions, people discussions, independent women, terracotta ear-rings, combined shopping, block-print kurti, Krishna jayanthi at home, late night gossip, soothing hotwater+ honey, 'Golu' at my place, singing after many years, reception saree, the 'Intel' connection, the long chats before the final hitch.......

Our saga continues...

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Deliverance from bondage

Freedom at last....after 10 whole years of being bonded to them. I could not do without them starting from the moment I opened my eyes till the moment I fell asleep. It was not always that way. In the beginning, I only needed their support sporadically. But as days rolled into months and then into years, I became increasingly dependent upon them both physically and psychologically until a vicious circle set in.
They became so much a part of me that I could do nothing without them. I was always filled with unease and a sense of emptiness when they were not around.
Each day , each waking hour, through the last 3650 days, they have kept me company. They grew as I grew and changed as I changed. They have seen me through bad hair days and ugly working hours. Sometimes they have got me compliments about how intelligent I looked with their help and at other times, I've had urges of just kicking them out, especially on days, when they were over-abusive and left behind marks on me that may take years to disappear.
But yesterday, was a day of deliverance from their bondage. I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. Now I know how difficult it is to walk out on a relationship that it 10 years old. However much I hated them, I must accept that the decision to part with them was a tough one. But change is the only permanent thing in this world and change I must, else the world will soon race past me, leaving me behind in a dilapidated condition.

So, it is with a lot of apprehension, expectation and hope that I finally threw out my 10 year partner for life, my SPECTACLES and wore my first pair of CONTACTS this morning.

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Life and growth

To me, life is a dynamic, ever-changing situation and the process of growing up is how one adapts to this changing situation, mentally, physically and emotionally

-- Anonymous

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Passing thoughts -5

Now, they were so used to each other that a quick look, a nudge, a wave or even a gesture of the brow that always went unnoticed by the others, was enough to reveal a lot, to the other.

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Why men are happier ?

Came across this in one of ideasmithy's blogs
The feminist in me couldn't resist putting it up here as well ;-)
Hope you enjoy it :-)

Why men are happier



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The Choice

She stood before the two boxes, confused, not knowing which to pick. One was golden and the other silver. She could pick only one of them.They had warned her about this before she had entered the room. They had all said, “Gold is invaluable, gold is money, gold is luxury, gold is beautiful. Pick the golden one, pick the golden one”. When she had said that silver was what she loved, they had exclaimed that she had gone crazy. Afterall, they said, who could love silver more than gold.They spoke and spoke to her about gold. Some cajoled her while others chided her. They had nearly convinced her to pick the golden one.
But, now when she looked down at the two boxes, she remembered how much she loved silver and how much she hated gold. Gold was gaudy and cheap, while silver was elegant and noble. She remembered how much she loved the cool, silvery moonlight which soothed and caressed her. A walk by the moonlight had always calmed her frayed nerves and had shown her the beautiful side of the world. Even as she thought about it, her heart was filled with love and happiness. She found herself humming with joy.
Suddenly, she heard shouts of “Pick the golden one, pick the golden one”. They grew louder and louder until she could stand it no more.She quickly shut her ears and her eyes and tried to concentrate on the silvery moonlight. Almost, immediately she made the decision. She picked the silver box, without another thought. In the flurry, her trail had brushed the golden box and it fell down with a thud, spilling all its contents around. She looked down. There it lay, surrounded by bronze coins that had filled it. She was stunned and continued to stare at it for a long time. When she recovered, she looked at her silver box.
With a delicate nudge, she opened the silver box and to her surprise found it filled with sparkling diamonds. She had won ! And she had won of her own accord, by following her heart and her soul, and not others' voices ! Her joy knew no bounds. She ran out of the room, merrily !

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