Category Archives: General

Dog Bite

Well another sad but interesting event. There used to be a very bid dog in the house just infront and right to our house. There was a teacher in that (she is still there with his sons now) and as a kid I used to go to their house. On that eventful day, they had put a plate with some food for the dog. The dog was not able to reach it and it was trying desperately. Then came the kindest person on lawspet, Mr.Simon to help the dog. I went straight picked up the plate and tried to keep it near the dog. The dog took it otherwise and thought that I was all set to steal it. It gave a bite on my hand and I still have the marks (though slowly fading off). My father came home and took me to GH casuality where a nurse injected a needle and she seemed to be more bothered about the dog than me as she kept on enquiring about it. Finally my father had to monitor the dog and me for a week and then they were happy that the dog was normal. I quite did not understand why they were worried about the welfare of the dog.

Burnt on Diwali

I still remember that day. It was the next day after Diwali. I was supposed to visit my grandma who was living next street to ours. On the way, I found an unburnt cracker on the roadside. I stopped, picked it up and went on my way. As soon as I reached my grandma’s house I took a paper, and tried to get the chemicals out of the cracker (many should have by now realised what I was up to). Then after emptying the cracker off its stuff, I went on to fetch a matchbox. I took a stick out and ignited it. I tried to place it on the paper, but it would not burn. So I looked down and brought the fire closer. There was a buzz and all I saw was a while light and soon it was dark completely. I felt a gush of pain on my eyes. I started yelling and my grandma came at once. I ran towards the bathroom and had my hand dipped in a bucket of water there. But the pain would not subside. I was crying all the while. Then my grandma actually carried me if i remember correctly (or put me in my cycle and used it to sort of carry me) to my house. I was put on a table in the center of the house and I still remember how bad I felt having to go to school with all the bandages in my head and hand. For many years the marks were on my hand and still there is one on my forehead. Hmm learning the hard way…

Trigged by a Failure

All things require a beginning and this blog began when I lost my free neopages account. Not that it was because of a mistake from my side, but rather because the college student, Roy who was maintaining it had called it the day for neopages when he finished his studies. Fair enough!!!.
Then I got a mail today from Sheikh boy, stating that he had started blogging on blogger http://regal-sivas-regal.blogspot.com and so I thought why not switch to something like this. After all it does not matter where our site is but what it does contain. I will try my best to keep this updated with all happenings and I make this promise to myself as I knew no bounds for my joy when I happen to read my scribblings after a year or two.
Blogging is good for your health and for your memory as well. Come let’s get on to Blogging.

Bangalore

When I first landed in bangalore I thought, well it is like any other city as the bus-stand was as bad as that of pondicherry’s.
But eventually I have changed my opinion about this city. It painfully tries to emulate a foreign city. There is something very unique here. U can find people very energetic and buzzing at 10.00 PM. They are the victims of the new disease called ‘Callcenteromania’ and have been hospitalized in various centres throughout the city.
No category of people are an exception. You can find married woman, college students among them, all for a few thousands of rupees. Well it is not like that they are born from a poor family and that their father is a poor dry washer and their mother works at other’s home to feed them.
They are rich by birth, but many don’t have enough money for a visit to the pub or cannot find more lies to get money from their parents.
90% of the group can be easily recognized as crazy cows with cellphones of the latest model and credit cards from almost all the banks. The lone 10% are actually who can be pitied upon as they are ususally in search of a better job with good engineering degrees but fate has them there and some house wifes who try to make it up for the family budget so that they can find a place for their kids in some stupid school which asks a monthly fee equal to that of their income.
This being the major impact there are a lot more facets to this city.
One thing is the cultural differences that this city can boast of. You have people from everywhere. Andhra, Tamilnadu, Kerala, Orissa, the entire north and from where not. That gives you many amazing experiences like the one we have next door. A telugu pair live next house and I had a doubt whether one or both of them is deaf. Such was the decibel level with which they used to converse. Many times we were in doubt whether they are fighting for a piece of meal.
Everyday the husband used to go out to his vehicle and she would shout from her house “evandi ekkada unnaru” and we used to mimic from her house “scooter mela unnaru”.
They were highly comical characters and we did not have a day without amusement.
The city is as such is aptly called garden city and people here take deliberate effort in keeping it so. You can find trees anywhere and everywhere and in places where there is no space people even have lawns few metres across. The city is evergreen.

The Hi-Fi bannarghatta road

Ask any honeywell employee how he feels coming to the office at 9.30. He would give a meaningfull glance at you and shout “To hell with you”. You might wonder what the hell had I done. But you will not realize that you have reincarnated bad memories of the person waiting patiently in a dreadful traffic filled with smoke and sand all over his face.
Let’s first see where is this horrible road in bangalore. It is the road where IIMB is apart from major companies life Honeywell, HSBC and Accenture.
5 years ago when IIMB was first inaugurated here, they used to say that it is hard to find anyone in the road but for a lone man riding his cycle. Even today the same man is present with his cycle, just that he is no more riding it, but moves it with his legs in a heavy traffic and has plans to sell if off and rather walk.
Where is a place without traffic, you might ask especially if you are from a place like chennai where you might end up going to a birthday function when you had intended to attend the marriage of the parents of the baby, but bannarghatta is something special.
First of all it has two glorious road beds on either side with full of noxious dust that has been estimated by IISc to have the power to kill anyone constantly inhaling it. If you happen to pass from one end (bileka hali) to other end (say HSBC) which is a mere 800 metres, you might not recognize yourself in a mirror. Such is the level of dust here and a few say that they don’t take breakfast as anyway they are going to get a mouthful of sand. Don’t speak and drive is the new rule here as you don’t want munching sand, do you?
The second special feature of this ill-fated road is that there are quite a few brilliant drivers on it like autos and a majority of two wheelers who climb hills on either side of the road in an attempt to reach before others and finally land up over someone’s head. It happened even today. One was hurt good enough that he is sure to be benefitted by a blood camp organized by honeywell tomorrow.
The last but certainly the most important feature of this road is that you can consider it a test bad for test driving any automobile for ruggedness. The BCC had made this happen by attempting to lay a road and ended by piling stones with red soil where now only the stones are seen smiling at the passers by and the red soil had gone for honeymoon with the rain waters. So you literally have thousands of blue granite stones lying there. Today morning a tomato vendor had a bad time, probably he had seen his own face in the mirror while waking up. He happened to move his cart over a stone and lo all his tomatoes are down in the bannarghatta road and he cannot even think about picking them up ’cause of the traffic. Poor fellow but he is not alone, We are about a 2000 odd people being harrassed and tortured beyond limits by a inanimate road.
What can one do? Honeywell it seems has contributed quite some money to the govt to lay the road but nothing has changed.
Well something has changed a bit. We get to see a lot of actions whenever we pass by but YES U COULD BE THE NEXT. So better watch out.

Poor IIM Prof

Today I did not have shirts washed, so I went for the HTSL white shirt that was given to us as a token of recognition for the CMMI level 5.
I also wore the marriage pant (green). I set off and it was a terrible traffic. I went to pay the electricity bill which was very low (Rs 237) and when I came

near adigas, there a person who asked me whether I was working in Honeywell. I said yes. He said he was working in IIMB, probably a prof there.
He asked for lift and I said ok. He was quite a fat person and so I had difficulty in moving my bike (there is heavy rains and the soil is loose. Rains in

May!!!). He asked me to be careful. On the turn to bannarghatta road which is just say 60 meters from where he boarded my calibre, there was a crook

turn with loose soil and water.
I tried to make it but ended up landing Mr.Prof on the watery soil and my shoes also inside it. I can remember how he was sitting plump on the soil. Poor

guy. I felt very sorry for him but had great difficulty in hiding my laughter. He was sitting there for quite some time before people gave him hands and took

him out.
Evening I was probably punished for it. Trying to surprise kayal, I went to her stop at 5.15 and started waiting for her bus. 5.30 still no signs of the bus. I

asked a nearby shop wala and he said that the bus had not yet come. I waited till 6.00 after which I made a call home. She picked up and said that the bus

had come at 5.14 probably. I though babre. Meanwhile it had started raining heavily and I had to wait till 6.20 and still no signs of rains ceasing. Finally I

gave up and went home drenched in rain.

Tamil way of learning Hindi 1,2,3…

Yake Gawn Mein Yake Kisaan RaghuThatha
Uske paas Dho Gai MayThatha
Roj Gai Theen Litre Dhoodh DheyThatha
Iske Baarey Mein Chaar Log Chaar Vidham BolThaatha
Kyonki Dhoodh Mein Thaatha Paanch litre Paani KalakThaatha

Chey O’clock Seval KoovThaatha
Thaatha Saath Logown Ko Is Dhoodh OooThaatha
Log Isko Aat Kaal Soup Kay Saath KudiThaatha
Soup Peekar Now Log Seththu PoThaatha
Un Logon Ko Dhas Dhin Kay Baadh Paththu HoThaatha

Yake Gawn Mein Yake Kisaan RaghuThatha
Aur Yake Gawn Main Aur Yake Kisaan Raghu Thatha

Starting things off

Starting the blog after Roy adviced to take up a free account and bug check the Tabulas project. But I am so involved with tabulas that I have decided to make it my primary blogging site.
[This entry was originally posted in tabulas and later brought to blogger]