tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62735752011-04-22T07:26:51.619+05:30Life is like that I'll do this laterasdlkjnoreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1128018422170799642005-09-29T23:56:00.000+05:302005-09-29T23:57:07.006+05:30It's like a showcase. You can see them, but you don't touch them.asdlkjnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1126045409913684582005-09-07T03:36:00.000+05:302005-09-07T03:57:19.470+05:30 I left for US couple of days ago (give and take 12hrs now, for the time zones :)) ). The route was Bangalore-Bangkok-LA. A direct flight from Bangalore to Thailand took me there at about 4 in the morning. Then, after a stopover for nearly 4 hrs there, I left for LA via osaka. Met Karthikeyan, my (ex)HR manager in the bangkok airport. He seemed busy even at that time of the night. He was heading asdlkjnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1122802951010764072005-07-31T15:05:00.000+05:302005-07-31T15:17:09.283+05:30Satsangha'Samsaravisha vrikshasye, dhwe phale hyamruthopame. Subhashita rasaswaadha satsanga sajjanai saha'.When I joined TI, I had wonderful people working with me. They opened up my mind in many aspects of life. I am grateful to them. One should simply be thankful to god for such an association. I'm happy that I did not have to associate with 'less-nice people' then, for otherwise, I fear it could have asdlkjnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1097231443150720842004-10-08T15:59:00.000+05:302004-10-08T16:00:43.150+05:30The sight of her changed the image i had of herasdlkjnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1096881020109725402004-10-04T14:38:00.000+05:302004-10-04T14:40:20.110+05:30Each windowpane reflected back into the room a slightly different angle of the roomasdlkjnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1090650082453460992004-07-24T11:51:00.000+05:302004-07-24T14:22:44.893+05:30Every thought has a decay constant. When a thought occurs in your mind & you think it is worth giving a second thought about, you try 'n collect events around the thought. By the time you think your have fortified your thought & feel it is safe enough to be read by people, the thought you started off with would have evaporated to something senseless or would have settled to something different asdlkjnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1088159570947816312004-06-25T15:53:00.000+05:302004-06-25T17:02:26.550+05:30Its a happy friday afternoon. Planning to go home early today. TII will be moving to a new place, farther from the city. ...Doesnt bother me much 'cos it doesnt make a difference to me. But I'm looking forward to the long weekend when the shifting happens.
I came to blog for a completely different reason. I want you to enjoy what i'm doing while writing this blog. Before you read on take a asdlkjnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1087531557080991522004-06-18T09:24:00.000+05:302004-06-21T09:12:08.380+05:30It has been a long time since i posted anything. there were many half attempts in writing one but somehow things didnt fit. The singular reason being my laziness. mea culpa.
...So its time i revisit my nearly forbidden site.... finally there was time to refurbish my blog-site. i like the camouflage the dark color settings gives to my writings. but i still loathe the traffic signals right above asdlkjnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1081316096489697982004-04-07T11:01:00.000+05:302004-04-07T11:08:42.546+05:30After the fall of Youhana's wicket
the score card read something like this:
PAK v/s IND, Test, 05-Apr-2004
(Day 3 - Play In Progress)
PAK: 374/5 in 118.4 overs (Run Rate: 3.15)
PAK Lead by 87 runs.
Batsmen: A Kamal - 4 *K Akmal - 4
'Bad spellers of the world untie' - so they have, I believe :)
asdlkjnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1079177736340059432004-03-13T17:05:00.000+05:302004-03-15T09:01:03.496+05:30They say a mild shock is good for your heart. Does ESD also come under it?
These days I'm so charged up that people close to me can actually feel it. Everyday as I enter the office I pause in front of the door & suspiciously touch the door-handle with a finger. Ouch! I begin my day with a mild shock. I give a nervous look around the people who are sitting in the corridor. They return it back. Itasdlkjnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1079177705922444152004-03-13T17:04:00.000+05:302004-03-13T17:08:18.013+05:30For nearly a month I was bugged by a couple of bugs in the recently completed project. Although I could easily say that I was not responsible for them, it really did not matter for finally it is the project that would loose from it. But now after debugging, I feel more satisfied & perhaps more happy than if had no such bugs to begin with.
I hope i dont have to face such bugs anymore.
asdlkjnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1079177339998538102004-03-13T16:58:00.000+05:302004-03-13T17:06:15.810+05:30Have you ever been bossed kids?
I used to go guitar classes (I still go actually but stopped for a while) & there used to be this small kid who joined with me. Since the two of us joined together the teacher decided to teach us notes & songs together. Initially the lessons used to be simple. Just a few stings here & there, & I could cruise through without much hassle. I used to practise about an asdlkjnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1076505195981352252004-02-11T18:28:00.000+05:302004-02-11T19:14:04.936+05:30There are two ways to say the same thing. so why dont you say it in a nicer way. if you ******* dont know how to do it, then its bloody well your problem. i'm not expecting diplomacy from you, but the least i expect is some human respect. arghh! the problem with these people is thier motto is 'Say it. Forget it.', its people like me who sit & brood over it.
Pardon me for such an emotional asdlkjnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1074780024416861422004-01-22T19:30:00.000+05:302004-01-22T19:41:08.246+05:30Sometime back a friend of mine blogged about not bloggin anymore. Small & casual remark it may be, I had to agree with the blog in all its essence. When I began bloggin (I'm sounding as if I've been bloggin ever since it started, anyway), I too thought it was a bit wierd. Firstly, I didnt like other people 'reading my mind'. On the other hand, I kinna liked it for i now have a constant companion asdlkjnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1073395899147999942004-01-06T18:36:00.000+05:302004-01-06T19:19:38.700+05:30So, has Indian Circket come to its Zenith? If one gives a second thought to this tour to Australia, one must admit that this is a far more matured Indian team than what we have seen in the past. There were days when it used to give to the Zimbabwe fans every bit to cheer about. And even on our side, every Indian fan used to feel absolutely esctatic when Robin Singh somehow managed to pull it off asdlkjnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273575.post-1073044091041682902004-01-02T14:05:00.000+05:302004-01-02T17:35:57.670+05:30So, time has come for me to go public.
And no better occasion than a new years day (well, I atleast started writing it on new year's day)
Overcoming my inertia & getting myself to blog has taken me nearly a month.
But what matters is - I've finally made the beginning.
There are billion things to say (well, almost), but they all seemed to have tangled up right now. So I intend to spread them overasdlkjnoreply@blogger.com0