http://www.mckinseyquarterly.com/Why_governments_must_lead_the_fight_against_obesity_2687
Jus wanna share the above article which i happened to read in Mckinsey Quarterly.... A nice one on " World is getting fat" .. Ppl are getting fat in their thought but their BMI... :)
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Hinduism.. Not a Religion..!!!!
Is Hinduism, a religion??? I don think so.. Its jus a way of living prescribed in an elaborated way... I often wonder at the festivals in Hinduism.. Lovely..! They ve a day for everything. Highly civilized... They enjoy and celebrate everything in the world like nature etc.
Dey ve a strong root behind whatever the principle is been followed except d fact dat to make people scared and to make them strictly follow, they accompanied few things to make the world frighten and thereby believe.... But not really superstitious..
I would like to pen down few things which has a strong root behind the thots. Ofcourse everything has a meaning but i do not want to get additional sheets to fill up.. :) Would like to complete with the given main sheet..!!!!!:)
When they say girls are to wash hair on Fridays and guys on Saturdays, they meant to say in olden days both male and females goes to pond or river to bath esp for hair wash. Since both men and Women to be separated for their own comfort the days were divided amongst themselves.
When they say we should not cut nails, comb hair in the evenings.. It referred to the fact that there were no electricity in the ancient times and hence we cant hunt for fallen hair or nail in the dark and it might harm food.
When they say to light lamp in front of the house, it is help the by passers with the light as there were no bright lights or street lights.
When they say girls to sit out for few days a month, they meant to say that they require rest badly and they lack energy in those days. Would we follow if d ansisters
jus say gals require rest?? We wont..!! Hence they brought few stories to make us believe.
When they say a place where one had their food has to be cleaned with cow dung or turmeric, they meant these are best anti bacterial in the world. We now use floor cleaners to clean the same. In olden days they never had floor cleaners. Only cow dung and turmeric were so...
When they say should not go out during eclipses, it is the fact that the rays may harm us and which is scientifically proven..
We are educated now. Why cant we take a few mins to understand the hidden meaning rather than cribbing at the practices. If we can spend time to understand what is been told, we would definitely be in a better place with a big pond of knowledge.
Please spend time to understand things...
Dey ve a strong root behind whatever the principle is been followed except d fact dat to make people scared and to make them strictly follow, they accompanied few things to make the world frighten and thereby believe.... But not really superstitious..
I would like to pen down few things which has a strong root behind the thots. Ofcourse everything has a meaning but i do not want to get additional sheets to fill up.. :) Would like to complete with the given main sheet..!!!!!:)
When they say girls are to wash hair on Fridays and guys on Saturdays, they meant to say in olden days both male and females goes to pond or river to bath esp for hair wash. Since both men and Women to be separated for their own comfort the days were divided amongst themselves.
When they say we should not cut nails, comb hair in the evenings.. It referred to the fact that there were no electricity in the ancient times and hence we cant hunt for fallen hair or nail in the dark and it might harm food.
When they say to light lamp in front of the house, it is help the by passers with the light as there were no bright lights or street lights.
When they say girls to sit out for few days a month, they meant to say that they require rest badly and they lack energy in those days. Would we follow if d ansisters
jus say gals require rest?? We wont..!! Hence they brought few stories to make us believe.
When they say a place where one had their food has to be cleaned with cow dung or turmeric, they meant these are best anti bacterial in the world. We now use floor cleaners to clean the same. In olden days they never had floor cleaners. Only cow dung and turmeric were so...
When they say should not go out during eclipses, it is the fact that the rays may harm us and which is scientifically proven..
We are educated now. Why cant we take a few mins to understand the hidden meaning rather than cribbing at the practices. If we can spend time to understand what is been told, we would definitely be in a better place with a big pond of knowledge.
Please spend time to understand things...
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
A wonderful email I ve ever read
Happened to receive an email from my brother... Jus wanna share it wit you all.....
A Wonderful Story of a little daughter…
‘you have done a brilliant work Shankar. You have been given….ssssrrrr……sshhhhhaannnnkkkkaarrrr………… Shhhannnnkkkarrrrrr.’- what!! I woke up from a sudden jerk. ‘shhhaaannnnkarrr….’…I heard my wife yelling. What’s with her? Always yelling for something or the other. I can’t be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. ‘Shankkkarrr….’ ‘Coming Meera..what’s w/ you. Why are you shouting like this..’.
I hurried down the stairs. I saw Meera, my sweet(??!!) wife, sitting in the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter Achala. Both looked happy, watching TV. I got confused at the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my wife & daughter. She smiled at me back. Now, I more got confused, what’s happening here? Am I in a dream?
‘Meera…’
‘Yeah Shankar…’
‘You called me. In fact yelled.’
‘Yes. You are right!’
‘Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then…’
‘It’s ‘cos it’s going to be 8am now.’
I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by 9am for a meeting.
‘Yes. It’s going to be 8am.Right! So…?’
‘Shankar, don’t tell me, you forgot…today is 27th ‘
‘27th..What 27th?
‘Don’t tell me you don’t remember?’
Meera gave me an ‘I’ll kill you’ look. Is it her birthday? No it’s somewhere at the year end. Is it my daughter’s? No no , we celebrated last month only right. Got it. Should be our Anniversary.
‘Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary…’
‘Whaattttttt????….Anniversaryyyyy???…..’
Got it. It’s not our anniversary. Before I get killed…What’s w/ 27th. What ?? what?? Come on Shankar!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my daughter for a clue. She turned her face away. What’s with all women? Why can’t they be straight forward & say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender.
‘Meera, Sorry, I don’t remember. This medicine I am taking for cough, Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What’s today?’ Meera doesn’t seem like buying that excuse from me.
’Meera, please tell me’ I asked in a pitiable tone..
‘Shankar..You don’t remember at all?’ I moved my head left & right meaning NO. I kept my face like I am a patient suffering from ‘amnesia'.
'Shankar, As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don’t tell me you forgot. You already promised that you will go with her to her school'
I couldn’t believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'
'Yes. You did'
‘at what time it starts..?'
'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.
Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.
“Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?’
‘Oh I didn’t remind you? Great. I didn’t call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed’
Might be I wouldn’t have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. What ever!!
'Meera! Can’t you attend all these. Why should I??'
"Shankar. It’s Daddy's Day!...DADDY'ss!!!!!'
'Oh yeah....but...'
'But what????...'
'errrh....might be some other day...'
'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'
'No..No…actually..what..I am saying is..'
'What Shankar??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her? '
I stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations. Important meeting. I can’t miss for sure. Half a day is too much. So many deliverables will get affected. I can’t face Meera again if I don’t go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour and for name sake visit that function and escape to office.
'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'
'No...that’s not..'
Before Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy. 1hour. Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don’t fight mom. Daddy, get ready soon..' she nudged me.
‘Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me to tell???’ Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager & told that I got stuck in traffic jam and postponed the meeting to 10am.
I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, ‘cos it’s the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground, Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here & there. Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand
‘Are you achala’s daddy?’ – A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.
‘Yes,,,My Daddy..…’ – Achala responded in an excited tone. And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.
‘Daddy! this is Rohit, this is zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..’ – I told hello to everyone.
‘Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.’ – I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.
‘Uncle, Acchu told that you have so much work and you won’t be able to come. She told she won’t come in today. You don’t have work Uncle?’ – Zakir asked me.
I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. ‘No Zakir, I don’t have work’
‘Daddy, they are calling for the games. ‘ . Zakir ran to his father and waved his hands at me & achala. I took achala by hand and walked towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be given a sheet containing questions about their kids. Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the kids response.
Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from her, and the reality hit me, that I don’t know anything about my very own daughter. I blurted out ‘Acchu..we will attend the next game..This one ..’ She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is going to cry or shout or do something. But instead she pulled out a small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled, I opened the sheet.
My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like butterfly. Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in 1st standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I don’t like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My nick name is ‘Honey dew’
And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at Acchu. ‘Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2 days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about me, write there. Ok Now go & attend the game’. Most of the things, my daughter has written & gave me, I never knew anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet. Since Acchu gave the sheet, I came to know about her & I answered almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came running towards me and hugged me. They gave a ‘toy guitar’. Everyone congratulated us. Thou’ I won that game, I felt like a loser. I know, I don’t deserve this. I don’t know anything about my daughter.
She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, zakir . What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and don’t want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet and gave to me. The lump in my throat started getting bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful smile she has and such big eyes. Does she miss a wing to get qualified as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all these years. She has that cute dimple of Meera’s as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.
Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and ballons for her and zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly her face became dark. She looked totally upset and asked in an low voice ‘Daddy! You have to leave now?’
I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It’s already 10am. I looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up. Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come & pick me up in his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that day in school.
I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.
I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head ‘No Honey! I am not going. I will be here only…we will attend all games and roam around whole day.ok?’
‘Really?’ – She asked in an unbelievable tone.
‘Yes sweetz’
‘Thank you Daddy!’– Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School teaches you something or the other always. This time, ‘back to school’ has taught me a wonderful life’s lesson. I called my
manager & told that am running high fever and can’t come in today. I know, I can handle things tomorrow. Today my daughter needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump in my throat started melting away.
A Wonderful Story of a little daughter…
‘you have done a brilliant work Shankar. You have been given….ssssrrrr……sshhhhhaannnnkkkkaarrrr………… Shhhannnnkkkarrrrrr.’- what!! I woke up from a sudden jerk. ‘shhhaaannnnkarrr….’…I heard my wife yelling. What’s with her? Always yelling for something or the other. I can’t be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. ‘Shankkkarrr….’ ‘Coming Meera..what’s w/ you. Why are you shouting like this..’.
I hurried down the stairs. I saw Meera, my sweet(??!!) wife, sitting in the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter Achala. Both looked happy, watching TV. I got confused at the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my wife & daughter. She smiled at me back. Now, I more got confused, what’s happening here? Am I in a dream?
‘Meera…’
‘Yeah Shankar…’
‘You called me. In fact yelled.’
‘Yes. You are right!’
‘Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then…’
‘It’s ‘cos it’s going to be 8am now.’
I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by 9am for a meeting.
‘Yes. It’s going to be 8am.Right! So…?’
‘Shankar, don’t tell me, you forgot…today is 27th ‘
‘27th..What 27th?
‘Don’t tell me you don’t remember?’
Meera gave me an ‘I’ll kill you’ look. Is it her birthday? No it’s somewhere at the year end. Is it my daughter’s? No no , we celebrated last month only right. Got it. Should be our Anniversary.
‘Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary…’
‘Whaattttttt????….Anniversaryyyyy???…..’
Got it. It’s not our anniversary. Before I get killed…What’s w/ 27th. What ?? what?? Come on Shankar!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my daughter for a clue. She turned her face away. What’s with all women? Why can’t they be straight forward & say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender.
‘Meera, Sorry, I don’t remember. This medicine I am taking for cough, Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What’s today?’ Meera doesn’t seem like buying that excuse from me.
’Meera, please tell me’ I asked in a pitiable tone..
‘Shankar..You don’t remember at all?’ I moved my head left & right meaning NO. I kept my face like I am a patient suffering from ‘amnesia'.
'Shankar, As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don’t tell me you forgot. You already promised that you will go with her to her school'
I couldn’t believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'
'Yes. You did'
‘at what time it starts..?'
'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.
Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.
“Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?’
‘Oh I didn’t remind you? Great. I didn’t call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed’
Might be I wouldn’t have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. What ever!!
'Meera! Can’t you attend all these. Why should I??'
"Shankar. It’s Daddy's Day!...DADDY'ss!!!!!'
'Oh yeah....but...'
'But what????...'
'errrh....might be some other day...'
'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'
'No..No…actually..what..I am saying is..'
'What Shankar??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her? '
I stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations. Important meeting. I can’t miss for sure. Half a day is too much. So many deliverables will get affected. I can’t face Meera again if I don’t go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour and for name sake visit that function and escape to office.
'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'
'No...that’s not..'
Before Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy. 1hour. Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don’t fight mom. Daddy, get ready soon..' she nudged me.
‘Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me to tell???’ Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager & told that I got stuck in traffic jam and postponed the meeting to 10am.
I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, ‘cos it’s the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground, Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here & there. Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand
‘Are you achala’s daddy?’ – A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.
‘Yes,,,My Daddy..…’ – Achala responded in an excited tone. And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.
‘Daddy! this is Rohit, this is zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..’ – I told hello to everyone.
‘Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.’ – I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.
‘Uncle, Acchu told that you have so much work and you won’t be able to come. She told she won’t come in today. You don’t have work Uncle?’ – Zakir asked me.
I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. ‘No Zakir, I don’t have work’
‘Daddy, they are calling for the games. ‘ . Zakir ran to his father and waved his hands at me & achala. I took achala by hand and walked towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be given a sheet containing questions about their kids. Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the kids response.
Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from her, and the reality hit me, that I don’t know anything about my very own daughter. I blurted out ‘Acchu..we will attend the next game..This one ..’ She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is going to cry or shout or do something. But instead she pulled out a small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled, I opened the sheet.
My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like butterfly. Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in 1st standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I don’t like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My nick name is ‘Honey dew’
And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at Acchu. ‘Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2 days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about me, write there. Ok Now go & attend the game’. Most of the things, my daughter has written & gave me, I never knew anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet. Since Acchu gave the sheet, I came to know about her & I answered almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came running towards me and hugged me. They gave a ‘toy guitar’. Everyone congratulated us. Thou’ I won that game, I felt like a loser. I know, I don’t deserve this. I don’t know anything about my daughter.
She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, zakir . What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and don’t want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet and gave to me. The lump in my throat started getting bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful smile she has and such big eyes. Does she miss a wing to get qualified as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all these years. She has that cute dimple of Meera’s as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.
Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and ballons for her and zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly her face became dark. She looked totally upset and asked in an low voice ‘Daddy! You have to leave now?’
I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It’s already 10am. I looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up. Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come & pick me up in his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that day in school.
I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.
I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head ‘No Honey! I am not going. I will be here only…we will attend all games and roam around whole day.ok?’
‘Really?’ – She asked in an unbelievable tone.
‘Yes sweetz’
‘Thank you Daddy!’– Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School teaches you something or the other always. This time, ‘back to school’ has taught me a wonderful life’s lesson. I called my
manager & told that am running high fever and can’t come in today. I know, I can handle things tomorrow. Today my daughter needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump in my throat started melting away.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Life
Design your path with confidence, determination, smart work, self-realisation to reach the sky.. Sky will be the limit when your path is designed in such a way... Never let meaningless concern, compassion which will pull you down...
Possessive
Have yo people like a hand to have it closed and secured.. Never make yourself vast ti keep on increasing people thereby worries.. Pay utmost attention to the words of one you believe and love,,, Analyse on it well before taking a decision and achieve in your living dreams..
Possessive
Have yo people like a hand to have it closed and secured.. Never make yourself vast ti keep on increasing people thereby worries.. Pay utmost attention to the words of one you believe and love,,, Analyse on it well before taking a decision and achieve in your living dreams..
Expressions
Dont ever postpone any of your expressions - Love, laugh, cry, smile, weep, shout, sing, dance, whisper, angry....
Do it at once when you feel to.. It cant have its natural rhythm when the time for it lapsed.. Neve neve hesitate to express yourself to anyone... Put aside you ego and so called self-respect which will put you one day solicited in need of the same.. But you can't catch them up.. Would have travelled a long to catch..
Do it at once when you feel to.. It cant have its natural rhythm when the time for it lapsed.. Neve neve hesitate to express yourself to anyone... Put aside you ego and so called self-respect which will put you one day solicited in need of the same.. But you can't catch them up.. Would have travelled a long to catch..
Friday, June 25, 2010
Song :Usure Pogudhey Singer : Karthik
Intha bhoomiyila eppa vanthu nee porantha
en buthikula theeporiya nee vethacha
adi theku mara kaadu perusuthaan
chinna theekuchi osaram sirusuthaan ..
adi theku mara kaadu perusuthaan
chinna theekuchi osaram sirusuthaan
oru theekuchi vizhundhu pudikuthadi
karunthaekumara kaadu vedikuthadi
usure poguthey usure poguthey
odhata nee konjam suzhikayila
ohhhhh maaman thavikiren, madipicha kekuren
manasathaadi en manikuyilae
akkarai cheemaiyil nee irunthum
aiviral theenditha nenaikuthadi
agini pazhamunu therinjirunthum
adikadi naaku thudikuthadi
odambum manasum thooram thooram
otta ninaika aagala
manasu sollum nalla solla
maaya odambu kaekala
thaviya.. thavichu..
osur thadam kettu thiriyudadi
thayilanguruvi enna thalli ninnu sirukudadi..
intha mammutha kiruku theeruma
adi manthirichu vitta kozhi maaruma
en mayakatha theethuvechu manichudumaa..
santhiranum sooriyanum suthi orae koatil varuguthey
sathiyamum paththiyamum ippa thalaisuthi kidakuthey
usure poguthey usure poguthey ....
adikadi naaku thudikuthadi
intha olagathil ithu onnum puthusulla
onnu rendu thappi pogum ozhukathula
Vidhi Solli Vazhi Potta Manasukula
Vidhivilaku illatha vithiyum illa
Yetta Irukum Suriyana Parthu Mottu Virikidhu Thamarai
Thottu Vidatha Thuram Irunthum Sontham Banthamo Pogala
Pamba Vizhudha Oru Pagu Padu Theriyalaye
Pamba Irunthum Nenju Bayapada Ninaikalayae
En Kattaium Oru Naal Sayalam
En Kannula Un Mugam Pogumaa
Naan Mannukulla un Ninapu Manasukulla
Chandiranum Sooriyanum Suthi Orae Kotil Varuguthey
Sathiyamum Paththiyamum Ippa Thalaisuthi Kidakuthey
usure poguthey usure poguthey...
adikadi naaku thudikuthadi
Usure Poguthey Usure Poguthey
Uthada Nee Kondam Suzhikayila
Oooh Maaman Thavikiraen, Madipicha Kaekaraen
Manasa Thaadi En Manikuyilae
Akkarai Cheemaiyil Nee Irunthum
Aiviral Theendida Nenaikuthadi
Agini Pazhamunu Therinjirunthum
Adikadi Naaku Thudikuthadi
en buthikula theeporiya nee vethacha
adi theku mara kaadu perusuthaan
chinna theekuchi osaram sirusuthaan ..
adi theku mara kaadu perusuthaan
chinna theekuchi osaram sirusuthaan
oru theekuchi vizhundhu pudikuthadi
karunthaekumara kaadu vedikuthadi
usure poguthey usure poguthey
odhata nee konjam suzhikayila
ohhhhh maaman thavikiren, madipicha kekuren
manasathaadi en manikuyilae
akkarai cheemaiyil nee irunthum
aiviral theenditha nenaikuthadi
agini pazhamunu therinjirunthum
adikadi naaku thudikuthadi
odambum manasum thooram thooram
otta ninaika aagala
manasu sollum nalla solla
maaya odambu kaekala
thaviya.. thavichu..
osur thadam kettu thiriyudadi
thayilanguruvi enna thalli ninnu sirukudadi..
intha mammutha kiruku theeruma
adi manthirichu vitta kozhi maaruma
en mayakatha theethuvechu manichudumaa..
santhiranum sooriyanum suthi orae koatil varuguthey
sathiyamum paththiyamum ippa thalaisuthi kidakuthey
usure poguthey usure poguthey ....
adikadi naaku thudikuthadi
intha olagathil ithu onnum puthusulla
onnu rendu thappi pogum ozhukathula
Vidhi Solli Vazhi Potta Manasukula
Vidhivilaku illatha vithiyum illa
Yetta Irukum Suriyana Parthu Mottu Virikidhu Thamarai
Thottu Vidatha Thuram Irunthum Sontham Banthamo Pogala
Pamba Vizhudha Oru Pagu Padu Theriyalaye
Pamba Irunthum Nenju Bayapada Ninaikalayae
En Kattaium Oru Naal Sayalam
En Kannula Un Mugam Pogumaa
Naan Mannukulla un Ninapu Manasukulla
Chandiranum Sooriyanum Suthi Orae Kotil Varuguthey
Sathiyamum Paththiyamum Ippa Thalaisuthi Kidakuthey
usure poguthey usure poguthey...
adikadi naaku thudikuthadi
Usure Poguthey Usure Poguthey
Uthada Nee Kondam Suzhikayila
Oooh Maaman Thavikiraen, Madipicha Kaekaraen
Manasa Thaadi En Manikuyilae
Akkarai Cheemaiyil Nee Irunthum
Aiviral Theendida Nenaikuthadi
Agini Pazhamunu Therinjirunthum
Adikadi Naaku Thudikuthadi
Still not started.......!!!!????
Well, this is famous phrase now.. It is becoming more fashionable yet.... You know guys , I was hunting for topics to write and finally feel like writing on this.... Well let me not make u wait no longer... Lemme start up with mine...
Hey guys at MNC's... Let me ask u one question..! are u all really happy wit wat is been credited into yo account every month...??? I don think money alone can fetch u happiness... U would ve bought a brand new Honda city when u r 30 which yo dad couldn ve done.... but did u notice the fact.., Yo dad was able to spend time wit you.. Do u spend with yo kid or wit any of yo family members......???
I happened to receive a call from a Chartered accountant who is now in an MNC in a good position... I was too surprised to receive him telling that he works till 3am everyday and then from 10am for the next day... It was too pathetic to hear.. but the most distressing aspect is he still receive a puzzled sneers from his bosses for making into office by 10am the same day... Disgusting.. Are we all slave??? how many of us works for India..??? A friend was telling about his work.., He says he sits in India and work for Italy , the other one for LATM.. I am yearning to hear someone saying I work for India.....
I am much worried about the so called Flexi time... Not sure where we r all gonna step if it goes so... We are happy in telling about our late wake up... We often forget the fact about when we reach home and when do we sleep... Then it ll never be a statement... We miss many things because of this... Do we read newspapers with hot coffee in the morning, do we go for buying milk pockets (A small chill walk as well), Do we sit and chat wit ppl at home, do we hear to good songs in FM..???? nope... We all delude ourselves of being happy.... Are we really???
When is the person at home (Mom or Wife) sleeps at home..??? They wait for us to reach home and by the time they sleep , til is 12... I saw this wit many families... Is it fair to make them wait like this..!!!??? Why do we need flex timing now as everything is made ease because of online.. We pay all utility bills online including the electricity bill with 2% charge for online payment.. the phone bills and wat not... Atleast in the previous generation , they didn have them all , this would ve helped them.. Why for us...???? Don actually understands things???!! Am clueless...
Hey guys at MNC's... Let me ask u one question..! are u all really happy wit wat is been credited into yo account every month...??? I don think money alone can fetch u happiness... U would ve bought a brand new Honda city when u r 30 which yo dad couldn ve done.... but did u notice the fact.., Yo dad was able to spend time wit you.. Do u spend with yo kid or wit any of yo family members......???
I happened to receive a call from a Chartered accountant who is now in an MNC in a good position... I was too surprised to receive him telling that he works till 3am everyday and then from 10am for the next day... It was too pathetic to hear.. but the most distressing aspect is he still receive a puzzled sneers from his bosses for making into office by 10am the same day... Disgusting.. Are we all slave??? how many of us works for India..??? A friend was telling about his work.., He says he sits in India and work for Italy , the other one for LATM.. I am yearning to hear someone saying I work for India.....
I am much worried about the so called Flexi time... Not sure where we r all gonna step if it goes so... We are happy in telling about our late wake up... We often forget the fact about when we reach home and when do we sleep... Then it ll never be a statement... We miss many things because of this... Do we read newspapers with hot coffee in the morning, do we go for buying milk pockets (A small chill walk as well), Do we sit and chat wit ppl at home, do we hear to good songs in FM..???? nope... We all delude ourselves of being happy.... Are we really???
When is the person at home (Mom or Wife) sleeps at home..??? They wait for us to reach home and by the time they sleep , til is 12... I saw this wit many families... Is it fair to make them wait like this..!!!??? Why do we need flex timing now as everything is made ease because of online.. We pay all utility bills online including the electricity bill with 2% charge for online payment.. the phone bills and wat not... Atleast in the previous generation , they didn have them all , this would ve helped them.. Why for us...???? Don actually understands things???!! Am clueless...
Friday, June 4, 2010
Financial Services
Jus happened to go thru this.. Think this ll be useful if it is shared..!!!
https://www.mckinseyquarterly.com/Financial_Services/Remaking_a_government-owned_giant_An_interview_with_the_chairman_of_the_State_Bank_of_India_2249
https://www.mckinseyquarterly.com/Financial_Services/Remaking_a_government-owned_giant_An_interview_with_the_chairman_of_the_State_Bank_of_India_2249
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Divorce rate in India
The very country word for marriage is divorce. Divorce is the legal separation of two spouses by bringing an end to the vows that they took during the sacred ceremony of marriage. The divorce procedure differs from one governmental jurisdiction to another. In India divorce is still a major social taboo and divorce seekers have to undergo several ordeals in order to get separated from each other. Unlike western countries like USA and Sweden, the divorce rate is significantly low in India. In earlier days, in spite of existence of radical disparity between spouses, either of the two was expected to compromise with the other so that their marital bonding survives. In most cases women were forced to adjust with the unbearable post marital conditions for the welfare of the family, the children and even for herself as she was hardly open to any means of earning her own livelihood.
Acknowledging India’s respect for its culture and social ethics, one can guess that India enjoys a low divorce rate. But it is more surprising to know that the divorce rate in India ranks lowest among all the countries of the world. Statistics shows that only 1 out of 100 Indian marriages end up to a divorce which is quite low in comparison to America’s 50% of marriages turning into breakups. The rate of divorce in India was even low in the previous decade, where only 7.40 marriages out of 1,000 marriages were annulled. The divorce rate in Indian villages is even lower in caparison to urban India.
The following figures will help you to get an idea about the divorce rate in India with respect to global divorce rate.
Sweden – 54.9%
United States – 54.8%
Russia – 43.3%
United Kingdom – 42.6
Germany – 39.4%
Israel – 14.8%
Singapore – 17.2%
Japan – 1.9%
Srilanka – 1.5%
India – 1.1%
Even though India still boasts of that nearly hundred percent of the marriages are a success, rapid urbanization and awareness of various rights are now instigating the divorce rate to shoot up. Empowerment of women has initiated the dissolution of marriage in urban areas as financially educated women are now open to the option of ending the relationship rather than to bear life long abuses silently. The campaigns on gender equality are now giving rise to ego clashes between the husband and wife, especially if the wife too is the bread earner of the family.
A survey states that over the past four years the divorce rate in Delhi, the capital city of India has almost doubled and is projected to be 12000 by the year 2008. In 2006, Bangalore, the IT hub of India it was recorded that 1,246 cases of divorce were filed in the court that pertain to the IT sector exclusively. It has been estimated Mumbai has shot up to 4,138 in 2007 while cities that are acknowledged for their cultural richness and social values like Kolkata and Chennai, are no less behind. Agro based states like Punjab and Haryana are now seeing an increase of 150% of divorce rate since the last decade. Kerala, known to be the most literate state has experienced an increase of divorce rate by 350% in the last 10 years.
I read it somewhere and just felt like sharing it with you. This is truly disgusting. We are on the path of development. I totally agree but why cant we believe in our values and culture. why cant both the boys and girls adjust and lead the happy life. Why cant we understand the other and make the other to understand us. Where are our patience gone..!! Has it gone along with our values and culture..!! We tolerate many things but still we say our tolerance is low.. !! Wake up guys..!! Be Indian.. ! Respect our culture. Lets take only good things from others and develop ourselves and build nation...!
Acknowledging India’s respect for its culture and social ethics, one can guess that India enjoys a low divorce rate. But it is more surprising to know that the divorce rate in India ranks lowest among all the countries of the world. Statistics shows that only 1 out of 100 Indian marriages end up to a divorce which is quite low in comparison to America’s 50% of marriages turning into breakups. The rate of divorce in India was even low in the previous decade, where only 7.40 marriages out of 1,000 marriages were annulled. The divorce rate in Indian villages is even lower in caparison to urban India.
The following figures will help you to get an idea about the divorce rate in India with respect to global divorce rate.
Sweden – 54.9%
United States – 54.8%
Russia – 43.3%
United Kingdom – 42.6
Germany – 39.4%
Israel – 14.8%
Singapore – 17.2%
Japan – 1.9%
Srilanka – 1.5%
India – 1.1%
Even though India still boasts of that nearly hundred percent of the marriages are a success, rapid urbanization and awareness of various rights are now instigating the divorce rate to shoot up. Empowerment of women has initiated the dissolution of marriage in urban areas as financially educated women are now open to the option of ending the relationship rather than to bear life long abuses silently. The campaigns on gender equality are now giving rise to ego clashes between the husband and wife, especially if the wife too is the bread earner of the family.
A survey states that over the past four years the divorce rate in Delhi, the capital city of India has almost doubled and is projected to be 12000 by the year 2008. In 2006, Bangalore, the IT hub of India it was recorded that 1,246 cases of divorce were filed in the court that pertain to the IT sector exclusively. It has been estimated Mumbai has shot up to 4,138 in 2007 while cities that are acknowledged for their cultural richness and social values like Kolkata and Chennai, are no less behind. Agro based states like Punjab and Haryana are now seeing an increase of 150% of divorce rate since the last decade. Kerala, known to be the most literate state has experienced an increase of divorce rate by 350% in the last 10 years.
I read it somewhere and just felt like sharing it with you. This is truly disgusting. We are on the path of development. I totally agree but why cant we believe in our values and culture. why cant both the boys and girls adjust and lead the happy life. Why cant we understand the other and make the other to understand us. Where are our patience gone..!! Has it gone along with our values and culture..!! We tolerate many things but still we say our tolerance is low.. !! Wake up guys..!! Be Indian.. ! Respect our culture. Lets take only good things from others and develop ourselves and build nation...!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Impact of strike in India's business hub
The railway strike in Mumbai had now become law and order issue. About 65% of the total working population depends on train to get commuted from office and home. Due to strike on 4th and 5th May 2010 , most of them faced hardship in reaching home and office. Due to strike only 18% of the total population with government reported and 30% with private respectively.
The total business is deserted. Several of the employees stayed away from work as they did not want to face the same as they faced Monday evening. Stock market too looked dull as most of the traders did not trade. Think the state government would go with ESMA ( Essential Services Maintenance Act ).
The left parties were in support of the strike but atleast the Shivsena and BJP demands immediate action. Anything that cause damage or destruction to the country and its economy should be cut from the root. Lets listen what happens..!!!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Woods & Tiger
The healthier way of advertising is now believed to be adopting the technique of saving nature. Everywhere marketers saves treess, water, plants trees, cleanses environment and so on.Idea cellular follows this effectively right from its inception. It takes caste wars, education, corruption, save paper and so on.. ..
Dont really know how to save tigers. Public cannot go and hunt for tigers and feed them to save them. Aircel has now taken their turn to overtake vodafone with its endearing pug to frightening cub. Listen ppl I do not really poke anyone here. Just I scribbled whatever that comes to my mind. but saving paper is very simple but much powerful than that of Saving tiger which is vulnerable.. Hmmm..!!!
PS: On some unrelated topic, not sure whether MS Dhoni for its pocket internet and Actor Surya for its STD campaign had washed their hands and hence it has gone with National Animal. Kewl, Atleast let the national animal extend its hands for Aircel's survival...!!
IPL Bonanza
On my morning journey from my hometown to Chennai , I received a message from my friend in my mobile.
It was a too funny message which conveyed a real meaning.. Which is again about our "Honorable" commissioner IPL Mr. Lalit modi . He was earlier surrounded by Preeti, shilpa, Katrina & Deepika but now by the IT officials. He has gone from the Axe effect to the tax effect.
A real comment but has lots to think..!!
Awake India to achieve our APJ's dream...!! Dont let these scums scarr us ...
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
IPL Bonanza
Lalit modi , the chairman and commissioner of the Indian Premier League paid advance tax for Rs.11 crore this year. His last years advance tax was in Lakhs..!!! Wov.. What a performance..!!! He He.. All the best yaar to pay in pound sterling in the future..!!
What a tremendous change..!! Think Cricket is the sport that fetches the difference to lyf..!!!!
Ratan Tata
One of the real heros in India is again with a crown of India's best CEO. Having faced lot of engineering issues with his own product Nano and successful launch of new trend in the cellular phase docomo GSM, the 72 years young gentleman is deserving to receive the crown. He is also awarded as CEO of the decade. Wov..!! the only person who is eligible to receive.
The legend hit the achievement in the year of uncertainty wherein the start was pathetic with numerous job cuts, pink slips due to the economic slowdown but this brigade made the end in a cheery mode.
The living tycoon holds his management degree from Harvard and a structural engineering degree from Cornell university. He was the first recipient of the award "Responsible capitalism" in the year 2006. He is also the proud receiver of the award Padmavibhushan in the year 2008.
He is a person who believes in promise " A promise is a promise".
Long live the real hero.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)