A letter to Mr. Prime Minister

Dear Mr. Prime minister

I am a typical mouse from Mumbai. In the local train compartment which has capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mouse. Mouse at least squeak but we don't even do that.
Today I heard your speech. In which you said 'NO BODY WOULD BE SPARED'. I would like to remind you that fourteen years has passed since serial bomb blast in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the main conspirator. Till today he is not caught. All our bolywood actors, our builders, our Gutka king meets him but your Government can not catch him. Reason is simple; all your ministers are hand in glove with him. If any attempt is made to catch him everybody will be exposed. Your statement 'NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED' is nothing but a cruel joke on this unfortunate people of India.
Enough is enough. As such after seeing terrorist attack carried out by about a dozen young boys I realize that if same thing continues days are not away when terrorist will attack by air, destroy our nuclear reactor and there will be one more Hiroshima.
We the people are left with only one mantra. Womb to Bomb to Tomb. You promised Mumbaikar Shanghai... but what you have given us is Jalianwala Baug.
Today only your home minister resigned. What took you so long to kick out this joker? Only reason was that he was loyal to Gandhi family. Loyalty to Gandhi family is more important than blood of innocent people, isn't it?
I am born and bought up in Mumbai. Believe me corruption in Maharashtra is worse than that in Bihar. Look at all the politician, Sharad Pawar, Chagan Bhujbal, Narayan Rane, Bal Thackray , Gopinath Munde, Raj Thackray, Vilasrao Deshmukh all are rolling in money. Vilasrao Deshmukh is one of the worst Chief minister I have seen. His only business is to increase the FSI every other day, make money and send it to Delhi so Congress can fight next election. Now the clown has found new way and will increase FSI for fisherman so they can build concrete house right on sea shore. Next time terrorist can comfortably live in those house , enjoy the beauty of sea and then attack the Mumbai at their will.
Recently I had to purchase house in Mumbai. I met about two dozen builders. Everybody wanted about 30% in black. A common person like me knows this and with all your intelligent agency & CBI you and your finance minister are not aware of it...?!! Where all the black money goes? To the underworld isn't it? Our politicians take help of these goondas to vacate people by force. I myself was victim of it. If you have time please come to me, I will tell you everything.
If this has been land of fools, idiots then I would not have ever cared to write you this letter. Just see the tragedy, on one side we are reaching moon, people are so intelligent and on other side you politician has converted nectar into deadly poison. I am everything Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Schedule caste, OBC, Muslim OBC, Christian Schedule caste, Creamy Schedule caste only what I am not is INDIAN. You politician have raped every part of mother India by your policy of divide and rule.
Take example of former president Abdul Kalam. Such a intelligent person, such a fine human being. You politician didn't even spare him. Your party along with opposition joined the hands, because politician feels they are supreme and there is no place for good person.
Dear Mr Prime minister you are one of the most intelligent person, most learned person. Just wake up, be a real SARDAR. First and foremost expose all selfish politician. Ask Swiss bank to give name of all Indian account holder. Give reins of CBI to independent agency. Let them find wolf among us. There will be political upheaval but that will better than dance of death which we are witnessing every day. Just give us ambient where we can work honestly and without fear. Let there be rule of law. Everything else will be taken care of.
Choice is yours Mr. Prime Minister. Do you want to be lead by one person or you want to lead the nation of 100 Crore people?

This is what governament does..!! Hats off to indian govt..!

An Olympic shooter wins Gold (Only a game) & Government gives him 3 Crores

Another Shooter dies, fighting with terrorists (Saving our country and our live) & government pays his family 5 lakhs....!

Really great!!!!!!!!!!! Hats off to India!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Its all in the name..! :) Nammooru… mysooru - 7

Few things kept me away from blogs for few days. Now… back & hope will keep going from here..!
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I guess by second semester everyone in our batch had a nick name… or were given a nick name. We used the nick names so much, I really don’t remember the actual names of few of my friends. KuLLi, keppa, kappe, nappe, singri, kothi, khanDe, dasa, Dyna, paapu, vaDDa, koNa, khanne, shengai, Dami, Kunda, Bekku, Tanku/KunTa, Goat, Scrap, raDius, kuTTi, oil can, kango, gunDumaNi…etc to name few…!! Well… I was called mamu or shastry.
Some nick names had a reason to be called…like….
kuLLI - obviously… he was short, but not sure why did not call him kuLLa..!
Oil can - he used to apply too much oil to his hairs..!
kunTa - was limping for few days 'coz of injury
Dami - as in Dama goli…! He was plumpy
kuTTi - Saju…need more explanation..?!
kunDa - wearinf spectacles
koNa - as in emme koNa..!
Keppa - not sure whether he had hearing problems…but he got that name..!
Radius - well… let me not explain..!

Few other nick names….don’t remember how we arrived @ those nick names. But who cares… that’s how we know our friends now & real name doesn’t matter anyways..!
The hillarious thing was about our friend Subhash or Subba. He had so many nick names, @ one point of time we have decided to give him 108 names… "SUBBASTOTHARA"..!! :) Don’t remember completing it but for sure, he had lot of nick names… baDDi subba, singri subba… etc.

The cracker which went offffff..! Nammooru…mysooru - 6

I guess it was couple of days after deepavali in 1995. We were in first semester… it was a quite morning as usual. We just had finished our morning break & were back in bench section (In first semester - bench section, we learn some basic skills like filing & learn to use some basic tools). Suddenly…DAAAM… there was an explosion..!! We knew it was inside the building but nothing seems to be happening…except for a thin smoke from one corner. Soon we realized that it’s a cracker which went off in one corner of bench section..! The fun has begun…!! Our GM Mr. Yeshwanth Rao was in 'blast area' within minutes & he summoned 1st & 2nd sem guys outside. His condition was till the 'culprits' were found we will not be let in. Well… we didn’t had any problem with that..! We were having fun… also we really didn’t had any clue of who might have done it.
Few of our seniors (2nd sem, 4th batch) were very sure that it was a work of someone from their batch, as only they had 'courage' to do these kind of stuff. But funniest of all was this… our senior Mr. Avinash, was appointed as DETECTIVE, by one of the instructor Mr. Nagendra..!! He used to come to us & act like Sherlock Holmes or Agatha..! Even he was sure that only 4th batch can dare to do something like this.
It went on till noon when we heard that the 'bombers' were caught. It was none other than our buddies Sunil & Arun..! I am sure few of our seniors, who were 'proudly' thinking it was their batch achievement, were shattered when they heard that the 'pride' went to their juniors, who had just entered arena..!! :)
I guess Sunil & Arun were still fresh of their deepavaLi, mood & wanted to have some fun @ collage too. So, they prepared a 'time bomb' with a "Agarbatti" & an "atom bomb" tied @ its end. They placed it under bench & were waiting for it to go off. Amrut Joshi wanted some "rest" from long standing @ bench & went to the same desk where the cracker was placed. So, he too got hint of what's going on.
The cracker went of as expected & it marked Vth batch's presence in Tool room… & also it inaugurate all the mischievous fun we had for 4+ years..!

Nammuru…mysooru - 5

ಎತ್ತಿಲ್ಲದ್ ಬಂಡಿಗಳೂವಿ, ಎಣ್ಣಿಲ್ಲಧ ದೀಪಗಳೂವಿ ತುಂಬಿದ್ ಮೈಸೂರಿಗ್ ಬಂದೆ
ದೊಡ್ಡ್ ಚೌಕಾದ್ ಮುಂದೆ ದೊಡ್ಡ್ ಗಡಿಯಾರದ್ ಹಿಂದೆ 'ಫಟ್' ಅಂದಿದ್ ಬುತ್ತಿನ್ ತಿಂತಿದ್ದೆ...
-- ಕೋಳಿಕೆ ರಂಗ, ಟಿ. ಪಿ. ಕೈಲಾಸಂ
May 03 2005…..I packed my bags & landed in mysore. I guess till then I had not realized what is home sickness. I don’t remember being emotional when I left shimoga… But I guess I was when my dad left a day after. May 05 2008 was my first day @ GTTC. New faces to meet, new friends to make & new place to adjust. Within a week I knew how much I am missing my home, my parents, my sisters & brother… & my friends. I started realizing that this "away from home" saga is not going to be short. I guess I went really quite for sometime, which was unusual for my uncles & auties. But they knew what I was going thru.
Collage was fine… but evenings were getting miserable. Had no friends near home & spending time in evenings was really hard. All my cousins were just kids & they were no match for me..! I always used to remember Manu, Guru, Ramu, Suma, Venu… & others. For the first time in years, I started writing letters..!! Started visiting libraries in weekends & developed this reading habbit. Sunday morning got reserved for chamundi hills walk…(which I am missing now..!) By staying away from home, of course I missed my home, but I learnt lot of lessons..! As Calvin's dad says (in Calvin & Hobbs comics) "it builds character"..! I cannot deny that.
Collage was different story altogether. Strict timings & that too in shifts, more shop work than theory, no canteen breaks when we want, no bunking classes etc. But I cannot complain about this. I knew all about this before joining & I would say I was kind of enjoying it…! Arun, Gowda, Sunil, Mohanbabu, Joshi, Prasad, Saju & many more were 'added' friends now. And of course, Suma was in mysore for her postal training. We used to meet weekly once atleast.
It took 2 months for me to get a vacation & go back to shimoga. I went to visit friends @ Sahyadri collage, had kashaya & vada @ collage canteen & also attended nataraj's sir's physics class with Manu & Guru…! :) It was easy to catch all friends @ collage itself. So whenever I used to visit shimoga, I used to go to Sahyadri… to have fun..!

Give it to Wife..!!

Really Funny..!

SLAPPED..! Sahyadri Collage - 4

For collage "talents day" we decided to play a drama. Me & Manu played a 'almost' beggars role in this…… & this became an instant hit in collage. Me & Manu got 'kind of' identity in campus… not because of our acting, but for the fact that though we played beggar role, we could not convince anyone that we were hungry beggars 'coz of our sizes..!! We both looked well fed. So… what was supposed to be a 'drama' turned out to be a "comedy drama" & everyone thought we did this purposely..! I guess our skit steal the show for another reason. Our classmate Suma who was playing my wives role in this was supposed to slap me in this skit. She was a real talented actress. During rehearsals this slap scene will go without a slap & we had convinced her that atleast on stage she has to slap me…slowly. But on the D-day I really got a SLAP..!! Suma really didn’t mean it, but her finger marks were clearly visible on my cheek..! I clearly remember that moment, the whole audience going silent for a moment, then clapping hysterically for the natural acting (or may be seeing I get slapped) & I, feeling dizzy that moment.
When we went side screens after finishing, poor girl came to my crying & telling me she was sorry. But me & Manu knew how popular that slap going to be…. & it was.
It was a coincidence that me & Suma both dropped out of BSc approximately a month after our talent..! She went to join postal service & I joined GTTC, Mysore. In a way I was happy 'coz I was going to study what I was willing to, but it was really difficult to depart from close friends. One year @ Sahyadri collage is what I remember as my collage days…this one year @ sahyadri collage is what I remember as the place where I made close friends… this one year @ sahyadri collage is what I remember as the place where I made friends for life…

Whats in the name...Sahyadri Collage - 3

Once I recovered from my injury I decided that I will no more play football. So from that day I too got into cricket. I used to play cricket occasionally, but was more into football. Manu was good in cricket & was a good bowler too. I guess he used to play in collage team. I started going to Manu's house in evenings & bunch of guys would play "road side" cricket there. Even in collage if some lecturer doesn’t turn up, we used to end up playing "pitch catch" cricket in "basket ball court"..!!
Though I was known as Ravi to everyone in collage, in my home I was "kiran". One day I asked Manu to come to my home & gave him the address. But he didn’t turn up. Next day when I met him in collage, he started blaming me for giving wrong address. Actually what has happened is he promptly came to my home, knocked the door & my sister answered him. He has asked for Ravi & my sister totally forgot my full name & has told Manu that no one by that name lives there. I was so much "kiran" than "ravi". Afterwards whenever he came home, he used to make it a point to loudly call me "RAVI" & say "everyone in your home need to remember that you are RAVIKIRAN…not just KIRAN".

Walk to remember - Sahyadri Collge - 2

Sometimes we used to end up spending the 'bus ticket' money over 'kashaya' & 'vada' in canteen. With no money left for bus, we used to take "Nataraja service"..!! Well… in simple words its called 'walking'. Don’t know how this nataraja service relats with walking, but I have seen many using it. Manu is the guy who introduced me to this word..! Initially it felt really difficult to walk 4 kms at a strech, but with 4-5 guys around & talking all nonsense, it was a "walk to remember". I guess this is where we got into this habbit of walking long distance, which continued in bangalore too… Another highlight of going back home from collage was the cycle ride of Guru & Ramu..! There were really made for each other..!! Guru is about 6'+ & Ramu is much shorter.. :) They will come "doubles" on a cycle. I wonder how many teens will go to collage on bicycle now..?! Remember… I am talking about Degree collage here.
In the evenings I used to get along with my PU classmates & play football in nehru stadium. One day evening I injured myself & next morning I had this big white plaster on my left arm…with a sling. As I didn’t wanted to miss the chemistry lab, I went to collage in afternoon. Well… there were few usual questions about how? When? Where?....Once I came out the lab, I saw Manu & Guru approching me. I still remember Manu's response once he saw my plaster. He came to me with a big smile, said 'WOW"… then promtly took a pen & wrote "Get well Soon" on the plaster. He also took my sling & put it around his neck, put his hands into it as his hand is fractured & with a big grin he said "Lets go to Canteen"…!! No how…why…where…when…! He knew I play football & exactly knew what might have happened. Or might have heard from someone. But we became famous… for he using the sling & me having the plaster..!!

Into the collage... & canteen... Sahyadri Collage - 1

Last week I had to travel to Jalahalli for a family function & I had to pass thru Majestic & IISc. Though I keep remembering Manu regularly, seeing IISc, Agarwal Bhavn & Rajastani Roti Ghar in Mattikere, strongly bought back the memories days 'we' (Me, Guru & Manu) spent together.
Remembering a dead friend is always difficult. When me & Guru meet up & talk, I guess we avoid talking about Manu for the fact that we cannot digest that he has been dead for 3 years now. Also we try to avoid being in Majestic & passing thru "PLATFORM NO.13", which used to be our meeting place in bangalore.
Somehow, last weeks look @ IISc put me in thought of penning down as much as I remember from the day I met Manu & Guru. So…here it is….
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Sahyadri Collage - 1
Though I did my professinal stidies @ Mysore, after my PU, I enrolled in Sahyadri collage for BSc..! It was 2004 June batch & this is where we met. I still remember the first day @ collage, when manu came to me asked "You studied in National School… right?". I said "Yes" & he was gone..! (He was my senior in my high school & I knew him by face). During lunch hour he came to me & we talked about our school. That’s it…he was my new buddy. I guess Guru was a week late into the class & I don’t remember how he got into our group. Within few days myself, Manu, Guru, Ramu (my PU classmate) & Venu became good friends. I still remember we all sitting in "Bhatru Canteen" munching "Masala Vada's" & sipping hot "Kashaya"..! We hardly used to have money except the change we used to get for the city bus. We used to manage the "canteen parties" with these funds itself.
Guru had opted for electronics & Manu for Geology. I was in Chemistry. We had nothing in common…. Except me & Manu were FAT & had good appetite..!

aam Zindagi Vs Mentos Zindagi - Nice Fwd

aam zindagi

Mentos zindagi

Bankruptcy Concept..! Excellent Read..!

Once there was a little island country. The land of this country was the tiny island itself. The total money in circulation was 2 dollars as there were only two pieces of 1 dollar coins circulating around.

1) There were 3 citizens living on this island country. A owned the land. B and C each owned 1 dollar.

2) B decided to purchase the land from A for 1 dollar. So, now A and C own 1 dollar each while B owned a piece of land that is worth 1 dollar.
* The net asset of the country now = 3 dollars.

3) Now C thought that since there is only one piece of land in the country, and land is non producible asset, its value must definitely go up. So, he borrowed 1 dollar from A, and together with his own 1 dollar, he bought the land from B for 2 dollars.
*A has a loan to C of 1 dollar, so his net asset is 1 dollar.
* B sold his land and got 2 dollars, so his net asset is 2 dollars.
* C owned the piece of land worth 2 dollars but with his 1 dollar debt to A, his net residual asset is 1 dollar.
* Thus, the net asset of the country = 4 dollars.

4) A saw that the land he once owned has risen in value. He regretted having sold it. Luckily, he has a 1 dollar loan to C. He then borrowed 2 dollars from B and acquired the land back from C for 3 dollars. The payment is by 2 dollars cash (which he borrowed) and cancellation of the 1 dollar loan to C. As a result, A now owned a piece of land that is worth 3 dollars. But since he owed B 2 dollars, his net asset is 1 dollar.
* B loaned 2 dollars to A. So his net asset is 2 dollars.
* C now has the 2 coins. His net asset is also 2 dollars.
* The net asset of the country = 5 dollars. A bubble is building up.

(5) B saw that the value of land kept rising. He also wanted to own the land. So he bought the land from A for 4 dollars. The payment is by borrowing 2 dollars from C, and cancellation of his 2 dollars loan to A.
* As a result, A has got his debt cleared and he got the 2 coins. His net asset is 2 dollars.
* B owned a piece of land that is worth 4 dollars, but since he has a debt of 2 dollars with C, his net Asset is 2 dollars.
* C loaned 2 dollars to B, so his net asset is 2 dollars.
* The net asset of the country = 6 dollars; even though, the country has only one piece of land and 2 Dollars in circulation.

(6) Everybody has made money and everybody felt happy and prosperous.

(7) One day an evil wind blew, and an evil thought came to C's mind. "Hey, what if the land price stop going up, how could B repay my loan. There is only 2 dollars in circulation, and, I think after all the land that B owns is worth at most only 1 dollar, and no more."

(8) A also thought the same way.

(9) Nobody wanted to buy land anymore.
* So, in the end, A owns the 2 dollar coins, his net asset is 2 dollars.
* B owed C 2 dollars and the land he owned which he thought worth 4 dollars is now 1 dollar. So his net asset is only 1 dollar.
* C has a loan of 2 dollars to B. But it is a bad debt. Although his net asset is still 2 dollars, his Heart is palpitating.
* The net asset of the country = 3 dollars again.

(10) So, who has stolen the 3 dollars from the country ? Of course, before the bubble burst B thought his land was worth 4 dollars. Actually, right before the collapse, the net asset of the country was 6 dollars on paper. B's net asset is still 2 dollars, his heart is palpitating.

(11) B had no choice but to declare bankruptcy. C as to relinquish his 2 dollars bad debt to B, but in return he acquired the land which is worth 1 dollar now.
* A owns the 2 coins, his net asset is 2 dollars.
* B is bankrupt, his net asset is 0 dollar. (He lost everything)
* C got no choice but end up with a land worth only 1 dollar
* The net asset of the country = 3 dollars.

************ **End of the story; BUT ************ ********* ******
There is however a redistribution of wealth.
A is the winner, B is the loser, C is lucky that he is spared.
A few points worth noting -
(1) When a bubble is building up, the debt of individuals to one another in a country is also building up.
(2) This story of the island is a closed system whereby there is no other country and hence no foreign debt. The worth of the asset can only be calculated using the island's own currency. Hence, there is no net loss.
(3) An over-damped system is assumed when the bubble burst, meaning the land's value did not go down to below 1 dollar.
(4) When the bubble burst, the fellow with cash is the winner. The fellows having the land or extending loan to others are the losers. The asset could shrink or in worst case, they go bankrupt.
(5) If there is another citizen D either holding a dollar or another piece of land but refrains from taking part in the game, he will neither win nor lose. But he will see the value of his money or land goes up and down like a see saw.
(6) When the bubble was in the growing phase, everybody made money.
(7) If you are smart and know that you are living in a growing bubble, it is worthwhile to borrow money (like A ) and take part in the game. But you must know when you should change everything back to cash.
(8) As in the case of land, the above phenomenon applies to stocks as well.
(9) The actual worth of land or stocks depend largely on psychology

ಕಾರ್, ಕಾರ್, ಕಾರ್, ಕಾರ್, ಎಲ್ನೋಡಿ ಕಾರ್

ಅಮೇರಿಕಾ ಅಮೇರಿಕಾ ಫಿಲ್ಮ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ ಜಯಶ್ರೀದೇವಿಯವರು ಕಾರ್, ಕಾರ್, ಕಾರ್, ಕಾರ್, ಎಲ್ನೋಡಿ ಕಾರ್ ಅಂತ ಎಷ್ಟು ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಹಾಡಿದಾರೆ. ಅವ್ರು ಹೀಗೆ ಹಾಡ್ಬೇಕಿದ್ರೆ ಅವ್ರಿಗೆ ಮುಂದೆ ಒಂದು ದಿನ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನಲ್ಲೂ ಇದೆ ರೀತಿ ಎಲ್ನೋಡಿದ್ರು ಕಾರು, ಸ್ಕೂಟರು, ಬೈಕು ತುಂಬತ್ತೆ ಅಂತ ಅನ್ನಿಸಿತ್ತೋ ಏನೋ...! ಅದಿಕ್ಕೆ ಆ ಹಾಡನ್ನ ಅವ್ರು ಅಷ್ಟು ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಎಲ್ಲಾರಿಗೂ ಅರ್ಥ ಆಗ್ಲಿ ಅಂಥ ಹಾಡಿದರು ಅನ್ಸತ್ತೆ. ಆದ್ರೆ ನಂ ಜನ ಅದರಿಂದ ಏನು ಕಲೀಲಿಲ್ಲ....
ಮೊನ್ನೆ ಒಂದು ದಿನ ಬೈಕಲ್ಲಿ ಆಪೀಸ್ಗೆ ಬಂದಿದ್ದೆ. ಆಹಾ... ಅದೆಷ್ಟು ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿತ್ತು ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕ್ಕು ಅಂತೀರಾ..!! ಒಂದೊಂದೇ ಇಂಚು ನಿದಾನಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗ್ತಾ.... ಹೋಗ್ತಾ..... ಎಲ್ಲ ಹೊಗೆ ಕುಡೀತ...ಆಫೀಸ್ ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿರೋ ಗಾಡಿ ನೋಡ್ಕೊಂಡು ....ಹಣೆ ಮೇಲೆ ಬರ್ತಿದ್ದ ಬೆವರನ್ನ ಒರಿಸ್ಕೋತ, ವಾಹನ ಏನ್ ಮಜಾ ಅಂತೀರಾ..! ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋದ ತಕ್ಷಣ ನನ್ ಹೆಂಡತಿ " ಕರಿಯ I ಲವ್ ಯು, ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕ್ ಮೇಲಾಣೆ" ಅಂಥ ಹಾಡೋದೊಂದು ಬಾಕಿ..!!

SKANDAAAAAAAAAAA..!!

He is getting really nasty these days..!! Evening when I get back from office & call his name, he is instant to respond. He makes different gestures & try to convince me that I had to take him in hands. And once he is into the hands & sets his position, there he is….. Ready to attack!! He digs his nails into my cheek, pulls my hair, slaps me hard as he can & tries to bite me with his small, six, sharp teeth… on my prominent nose..! :)

This kind of attack by "SKANDA" is what I wait for when I get back home in evenings. If this course doesn’t happen for a day now, I feel like I am missing something.

He is growing now & getting handsful. Some time when we see other kids of his age walking & playing around, me & ramya feel bad, thinking about his condition 'coz of his premature birth, but…. @ the sametime we are happy for the less damage done. His physiotherapy treatment is paying off & the slow but steady improvement he is showing is all what we need.

He is @ his best when he plays with Grampa, Ramya's dad. The old man is never tired of playing with his "Ammanna", as he calls Skanda adorably. Even Skanda eagerly waits just for his grampa's call or for the "boochi" stories he narrates or for a walk on his shoulders..!!

Skanda is also a good listener when his Viswa "Mava" entertaines him with his animal stories..! His smile is a feast to watch when his mava begins his conversation with "Good Morning PINTI"..!!

And ofcourse..... he is the most charming with his mom.....!!

niraatanka

BANGALORED

"So... you got bangalored..!" :) Yeh... this is how my friend replied when I told him I shifted to bangalore. Hmm....Bangalore... Does it has feel good factor in it? Hmm.... Yes.. No... Maybe..!!
When I came back to bangalore I always used to think how it was in hyderabad. (Not that I have stopped... I still do..!) traffic - Hyd'bad better, food-bangalore awesome, weather -bangalore better... & so on. But.... now I am trying to enjoy everything in bangalore. Yeh... when I cannot chage the past, why should I compare & crib..?! So, how some suddenly this "jnaanodaya" sir..? Ella OK... cribbing yaake antha..?!!
Last week, on my way home as usual we were stuck in ring road traffic. With typical bangalore evening drizzle outside, the rush hour traffic was really heavy. I was talking to Jayanth & I mentioned how much I am frustrated with bangalore traffic. He had a simple solution...! He told "Ravi... as long as you keep thinking about traffic, it will frustrate you. So... simply enjoy it..!!". It sounded quite stupid, but it works!! I didnt know how to enjoy... so I started observing other around me. Few ppl had a beautiful solution for this.... SLEEEEEP!! Now I know why lot of techies have sleepy eyes even when they get off the cab in evening. Anyways... many sleep, some read, some sit quite & think, few talk... gossip. In my cab I have few guys who make comments on every vehicle we cross.....!! They comment on their driving, driver, girls in that cab, their dress, the captions on that vehicle... & so on. Well.... I belong to gropu who sit quite & think. Now.... what I think??? Cmon friends.... lets keep it personal & private.:)
One more thing I enjoy about the cab is FM...!! The driver keeps switching between 2-3 channels where good songs are being played. Sometimes I feel FM channels are loud, repititive & nasty, I simply enjoy that too..! Radio City.... Mirch.... SFM....!! During 2000-2001 when I used to commute to ITPL (Whitefield) we had only Radio City... but it was full english & hindi. Hardly they had kannda songs playing in that. There were even protests going against Radio City's anti-kannadaism. Now.... in 2008.... we have about 6-8 channels, & majority playing kannada. Even Radio City, for whom kannada was not 'compatible' has switched over..!! Now their punch line says "Sikkapatte Kannada, Swalpa Hindi, TOTAL BANGALORE"..!!
Well.... the another thing I am really enjoying in bangalore is Food...!! You get awesome masale dose for 10-12 Rs in a darshini. Darshini idli-sambar.... no star resturant can match its taste. Evening set out for a walk... taste Masale puri @ road side cart.....or try chota fried rice or noodles....& drain it down with Cane-O-La sugar cane juice or Ganesh Juice centers juice variety or bhavani's Nerale hannu (Black Jamoon) Juice.
Now...now... it was the same me who was talking all nonsense about bangalore few weeks before...!! But change is constant you see...!! So... I am changing for good. :)

ಹಿಂಗಿದೆ ಗುರು ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು..!

ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ದಿನಗಳ ಹಿಂದೆ ನನ್ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತ ರಾಜಣ್ಣ ಮೈಲ್ ಮಾಡಿ ಕೇಳಿದ್ರು..... ಹೆಂಗಿದೆ ರವಿಯಣ್ಣ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಅಂತ.... ಅವರಿಗೆ ರಿಪ್ಲೈ ಮಾಡಿದನ್ನೇ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಬರ್ದಿದೀನಿ... ಅಷ್ಟೆ..
ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಕೆಟೋಗಿದೆ... ಕೆಟ್ಟು ಕುಲಗೆಟೋಗಿದೆ. ಆಕಾಶಕ್ಕೆರಿರೋ ಮನೆ ಬಾಡಿಗೆ...ಬಾಡಿಗೆ ಹತ್ತರಸ್ಟು ಅದ್ವಾನ್ಸು...ಕೊಡಕ್ಕೆ ರೆಡಿ ಇದ್ರು ಮನೆ ಸಿಗೋಲ್ಲ... ಸಿಕ್ರು ಮನೆ ಸರಿ ಇರಲ್ಲ...ಮನೆ ಸರಿ ಇದ್ರೆ ಓನರ್ ಕಿರಿಕ್ಕು..ಮನೇಲಿ..... ನೀರಿಲ್ಲ ನೀರು ಬಂದ್ರೆ ಕರೆಂಟ್ ಇಲ್ಲ....
ಬೀದಿಗೆ ಬಂದ್ರೆ ರೋಡ್ ತುಂಬ ಜನ ಗುರು.... ಕಾಲ್ ಕಾಲ್ಗೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕೊಂದು ಸಾಯ್ತಾರೆ..! ಫೂತ್ಪಾಥ್ ತುಂಬ ಜನ... ರೋಡ್ ತುಂಬ ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕ್ಕು...ಎಲ್ ನೋಡಿದ್ರು ಕಾರು... ಟೂ ವ್ಹೀಲೆರ್. ಉಸಿರಾದಕ್ಕೆ ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಗಾಳಿ ಇಲ್ಲ... ಬರಿ ಹೊಗೆ....
ಇಷ್ಟರ ಮದ್ಯ ಬಿ.ತಿ. ಎಸ್ ಮತ್ತೆ ಆಟೋ ಕಿರಿಕ್ಕು. ಎಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಹೋಗ್ಬೇಕಿದ್ರು ಆಟೋ ಸಿಗೋಲ್ಲ... ಸಿಕ್ರೆ ಅವ್ನು ಬರಲ್ಲ... ಬಂದ್ರೆ ಒನ್ & ಹಾಪು. ಅಸ್ತು ಕೊಟ್ತ್ಮೆಲೂಅವ್ನ ಜೊತೆ ಕಿರಿಕ್ಕ್ ತಪ್ಪಿದ್ದಲ್ಲ...
ಅಷ್ಟು ಜನ ಇದ್ರು ಒಬ್ರು ಕನ್ನಡ ಮಾತೊದೊವ್ರು ಸಿಗೋಲ್ಲ..... ಸಿಕ್ಕವ್ರಿಗೆ ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ಮಾತಾಡಕ್ಕೆ ಬರಲ್ಲ....ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ಕನ್ನಡ ಬರೋವ್ರು ಕನ್ನಡ ಮಾತೆ ಆದೊಲ್ಲ....
ಹಾಳಾಗೋಗಿದೆ ಗುರುವೇ.... ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಹಾಳಾಗೋಗಿದೆ...!

Lets get some GYAN.....! :)

GURU...................GYAAAAN...!!!

Golden Rules for Career Success - Richard Moran

Working as a business consultant all over the world, I have discovered some basic career-related rules that everyone should know—but many don’t.

• Business is made up of ambiguous victories and nebulous defeats. Claim them all as victories.
• Keep track of what you do; someone is sure to ask.
• Be comfortable around senior managers, or learn to fake it.
• Never bring your boss a problem without some solution. You are getting paid to think, not to whine.
• Long hours don’t mean anything; results count, not effort.
• Write down ideas; they get lost, like good pens...!
• Always arrive at work 30 minutes before your boss.
• Help other people network for jobs. You never know when your turn will come.
• Don’t take days off sick—unless you are.
• Assume no one can/will keep a secret.
• Know when you do your best—morning, night, under pressure, relaxed; schedule and prioritize your work accordingly.
• Treat everyone who works in the organization with respect and dignity, whether it be the cleaner or the managing director. Don’t ever be patronizing.
• Never appear stressed in front of a client, a customer or your boss. Take a deep breath and ask yourself: In the course of human events, how important is this?
• If you get the entrepreneurial urge, visit someone who has his own business. It may cure you.
• Acknowledging someone else’s contribution will repay you doubly.
• Career planning is an oxymoron. The most exciting opportunities tend to be unplanned.
• Always choose to do what you’ll remember ten years from now.
• The size of your office is not as important as the size of your pay cheque.
• Understand what finished work looks like and deliver your work only when it is finished.
• The person who spends all of his or her time is not hard-working; he or she is boring.
• Know how to write business letters—including thank-you notes as well as proposals.
• Never confuse a memo with reality. Most memos from the top are political fantasy.
• Eliminate guilt. Don’t fiddle expenses, taxes or benefits, and don’t cheat colleagues.
• Reorganizations mean that someone will lose his or her job. Get on the committee that will make the recommendations.
• Job security does not exist.
• Always have an answer to the question, "What would I do if I lost my job tomorrow?"
• Go to the company Christmas party.
• Don’t get drunk at the company Christmas party.
• Avoid working at weekends. Work longer during the week if you have to.
• The most successful people in business are interesting.
• Sometimes you’ll be on a winning streak and everything will click; take maximum advantage. When the opposite is true, hold steady and wait it out.
• Never in your life say, "It’s not my job."
• Be loyal to your career, your interests and yourself.
• Understand the skills and abilities that set you apart. Use them whenever you have an opportunity.
• People remember the end of the project. As they say in boxing, "Always finish stronger than you start."

ಹುಚ್ಚು ಮನಸ್ಸುಗಳ ತೊಳಲಾಟ..

ಕೆಲವು ಸಲ ಯೋಚನೆ ಬರತ್ತೆ.... ಯಾಕೆ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಹೀಗೆ ಅಂತ. ನಾನು 6 ವರ್ಷದ ಹಿಂದೆ ಹೈದರಾಬಾದಿಗೆ ಬಂದಾಗ ಯಾಕೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಬಂದೆ, ಇನ್ನೆಸ್ಟು ದಿನ ಇಲ್ಲಿರ್ತೀನಿ ಅಂತ ಅನ್ನಿಸ್ತಾ ಇತ್ತು. ನಾನು ಇಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಬಂದ್ 2 ವಾರಕ್ಕೆ ಅಪ್ಪಂಗೆ ಹಾರ್ಟ್ ಅಟ್ಯಾಕ್ ಆಗಿದ್ದು ನನ್ನನ್ನ ಇನ್ನು ಯೋಚನೆ ಮಾಡೋ ಹಾಗೆ ಮಾಡಿತ್ತು. ಆದ್ರೆ... ಈಗ.... ಇಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಬಂದು 6 ವರ್ಷಗಳ ನಂತರ ಈಗ ಅನ್ನಿಸ್ತಾ ಇದೆ.... ನಾನು ಇಷ್ಟು ಬೇಗ ಹೈದರಾಬಾದ್ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಬೆಂಗ್ಳೂರಿಗೆ ವಾಪಾಸ್ ಹೋಗ್ತಿನಿ ಅಂತ ಅಂದ್ಕೊಂದಿರ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಹೈದರಾಬಾದ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಎಲ್ಲ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿತ್ತು ಅಂಥ ಅಲ್ಲ..... ಆದ್ರೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಜೀವನಕ್ಕೆ ನಾವು ಒಗ್ಗಿ ಹೋಗಿದ್ವಿ ಅನ್ನಿಸತ್ತೆ.

೬ ವರ್ಷದಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾಕಿಸ್ಟು ಬದಲಾವಣೆ...?! ಆಗ ಬೇಡ ಅನ್ನಿಸಿದ್ದು ಈಗ ಯಾಕೆ ಬೇಕಾಗಿದೆ..?! ಹೌದು... ನನ್ನ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೂಡ ಸಾಕಷ್ಟು ಬದಲಾವಣೆಗಲಾಗಿದೆ. ಕೆಲಸ, ಅಧಿಕಾರ, ಆಸ್ತಿ, ಮದುವೇ, ಮಗು.... ಎಲ್ಲವೂ ಬದಲಾವಣೆಗೆ ಕಾರಣವಾಗುವ ಅಂಶಗಳೇ.

ಬೆಂಗ್ಳೂರಿಗೆ ಹೋಗಕ್ಕೆ ಬೇಜಾರು ಅಂಥ ಅಲ್ಲ.... ಆದ್ರೆ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಸಮಾಧಾನ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಹೌದು.... ಬೆಂಗ್ಳೂರಿಗೆ ಹೋಗಕ್ಕೆ ನಂಗೆ, ಅದಕಿಂತ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗಿ ರಮ್ಯಂಗೆ ಇಷ್ಟ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಇಷ್ಟ ಪಟ್ಟು ಮಾಡಿದ್ದ ಮನೆ ಇದೆ. ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಕೆಲ್ಸ ಇದೆ. ಆದ್ರೆ ಮಗನ ಆರೋಗ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಉತ್ತಮ ಅನ್ನೋ ನಮ್ಮ ನಂಬಿಕೆ, ರಮ್ಯನಿಗೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಕಂಪನಿ ಇರತ್ತೆ ಅನ್ನೋ ಒಂದು ಸಮಾದಾನ. ಆದ್ರೆ ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಕಡೆ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕ್ಕು, ಆಕಾಶಕ್ಕೆರಿರೋ ಬಾಡಿಗೆ ಎಲ್ಲ ನೆನೆಸ್ಕೊಂದ್ರೆ ಹೆದರಿಕೆ ಆಗತ್ತೆ. ಇವೆಲ್ಲ ಯೋಚನೆ ಮಾಡಿ ಮಾಡಿ ಮಾಡಿ ನಾನು ರಮ್ಯ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ದಿನ ತಲೆ ಕೆಡಿಸ್ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದು ಇದೆ.

ಸ್ಕಂದನಿಗೆ physiotherapy ಮಾಡಿಸಬೇಕು ಅಂತ ಗೊತ್ತಾದ ತಕ್ಷಣ ನಾನು US ನಿಂದ ಹೊರಟೆ. Flight ನಲ್ಲಿ ಬರ್ಬೇಕಿದ್ರೆ ನನ್ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ತೊಳಲಾಟ ಶುರು ಆಗಿತ್ತು. ಏನೋ ಹೇಳ್ತಾರಲ್ಲ.... sixth sense ಅಂತ....ಹಾಗೆ ಯಾಕೋ ಅನ್ನಿಸ್ತಾ ಇತ್ತು...ನನ್ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲವು change ಆಗತ್ತೆ ಅಂತ. ಸರಿ....... ಸ್ಕಂದನ physiotherapy ಶುರು ಆಗಿ ಅದನ್ನ ಹೈದರಾಬಾದಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾದಿಸೋ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನನು ಮಾಡಿದ್ದಯ್ತು. ಅದು ಸರಿ ಹೋಗದೆ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗೆ ಮರಳಿ ಹೋಗಿ ಆಯ್ತು. ಬಹುಶ ಆಗಲೇ ನಮ್ಮಿಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ಅನ್ನಿಸಿತ್ತು.... ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗೆ ಹಿಂತಿರುಗೋದು ineviteble ಅಂತ. ಅದು ಈಗ ಕಾರ್ಯಗತವಾಯ್ತು ಅಷ್ಟೆ.

ಮೊನ್ನೆ ಒಬ್ಬ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತನ ಹತ್ರ ಮಾತಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದಾಗ ಈ ವಿಷ್ಯ ಬಂತು. ಅವ್ನ ಹಿತ ನುಡಿ "ಈಗ ನಿನ್ ಮಗನ ಆರೋಗ್ಯ ಮುಖ್ಯ ಕಣೋ... ಯೋಚನೆ ಮಾಡ್ದೆ ಹೋಗು" ಅಂತ. ನಂಗೆ ನಗಬೇಕೋ ಅಳಬೇಕೋ ಗೊತ್ತಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. ನಾನು ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗೆ ಹೋಗಕ್ಕೆ ಯೋಚನೆ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇಲ್ಲ.... ಆದರೆ ಇಷ್ಟಪಟ್ಟು, ಕಷ್ಟಪಟ್ಟು ಮಾಡಿರೋ ಸ್ವಂತ ಮನೆ ಮಾರಿ ಹೋಗಬೇಕಲ್ಲ ಅನ್ನೋ ಬೇಸರನ ಅವ್ನಿಗೆ explain ಮಾಡೋದು ನಂಗೆ ಕಷ್ಟ ಅನ್ನಿಸ್ತು.

ಕೊನೆಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಸಮಾಧಾನಕ್ಕೆ ನಾನು ಹೇಳ್ಕೊಳೋದು.... "ಅಲ್ಲಿರುವುದು ನಮ್ಮನೆ...ಇಲ್ಲಿರುವುದು ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ..!"

ಯಾಕೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿದ್ದು?

ಇವತ್ತು ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ರಾಜಣ್ಣ ಆನ್ ಲೈನ್ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದ್ರು. ಅವ್ರು ಕೂಡ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಬರಿಯಕ್ಕೆ ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿದಾರೆ...! ಒಂದೆರಡು ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಬರಹಗಳನ್ನು ಕೂಡ ಇಟ್ಟಿದಾರೆ. ಆಗ ಯೋಚನೆ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೆ..... ಯಾಕೆ ನಾನು ಮತ್ತೆ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಶುರು ಮಾಡಬಾರದು ಅಂತ...!


ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಬರಿಯೋದು ಯಾಕೆ ನಿಲ್ಸಿದ್ದೆ....?! ಮ್... ಮ್... ನಂಗೆ ಕೂಡ ಸರಿಯಾದ ಕಾರಣ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲಾರೀ...!! ಏನೋ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಸಂಸಾರ ತಾಪತ್ರಯಗಳು, ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ತೊಂದರೆಗಳು..... ಸೋ.... ಹಿಂಗೆ ಬರಿಯೋದು ನಿಲ್ಸಿದ್ದೆ. ಮದ್ಯ ಒಂದು ಸಲ ಹಳೆ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಓದ್ತಾ ಓದ್ತಾ ಏನೋ ಬೇಜಾರಿಗೆ ಆ ಹಳೇ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ಗಳನ್ನ ಕಿತ್ತಾಕಿದ್ದು ಆಯ್ತು.


ಈಗ ಮತ್ತೆ ಅನ್ನಿಸ್ತಾ ಇದೆ.....ಬರೀಬೇಕು ಅಂತ.... ನೋಡೋಣ..... ಏಷ್ಟು ದಿನ ಬರೀತೀನಿ ಅಂತ....!