The Change is Here...!

I've been thinking for quite some time to find a reason/Occasion for reopening my blog. Naah....Its not like I'm really worried about my absence or that Intellectual Vacuum I've created for the past 1 Year… lolz...But to find a reason to cover up my laziness or rather find a valid samalification(This is what is called as TaNglish) to make my friends forget that I've not written for more than a year. With this new year in the offing,I now have a valid point to samalichufy .

While I was trying to come up with something really good to make my re-entry into the blogging world with a Bang, I recollected the words of "He who must not be named" which goes like ... "Your work is 10% but publicity forms the residual 90% for something to become a huge success "... Now, whom shall I call for re-christening my blog...Hmm... Thats an interesting question ha...That was when I thought about the Grand opening ceremony which took place somewhere in Oct 2006... The reaction was quite unusual when I called up to invite them again. I assumed that they'd be sending me wishes like last time as they might be busy , but this time I did not get any wishes/mails until yesterday when they called me Back. Psst(Perhaps the global meltdown has made their heart to melt)...

1.Till Bates called me up to confirm about the Place and time.

2.Mr.Parry Page wanted a break from his backbreaking task to decipher his own "Page Ranking Algorithm".

3. Mr. Phoney Flair(He renamed himself from being Mr.Bony Flair.. No Prizes for Guessing it right).

4.Mr.Richard Mostinsoup declined saying that he was already in the middle of a boiling soup in the CAVA environment.

5.Mr. Gorge Push demanded that he will be gracing the occasion only If I assure that none of the guests would wear any kind of footwear. I just replied that he should carry on with his busy schedule (If Political Grapevine is to be believed ,Mr Push is now in a dire state, that he wants himself to be pushed from one of the Gorges in the Great Canyon.. No Prize again for guessing why he cant jump by himself ...Come on Folks...Please… Don't come up with yet another game blasting the charts with the name."Who can Push Mr.Push" ) and not to waste his "valuable time" with us.

Hmmm.... While I was happy to get the Publicity, I was worried about the ways to make the Two ends meet.. Naah ..Am talking about the expenses I needed to bear for their travel. How come I could manage it with the salary I get from a company which is smart in "Cost cutting concepts" (They’ve replaced Tissues with Notices to use Handkerchiefs) in the Pretext of "Going Green". Hmmm.. At last... I decided to take up a loan with the JDJDJ bank (with a strong belief that it will go into bankruptcy before they try to snatch the money back from me )

With great difficulty I booked a date…damn! An appointment with Mr. Hijay Fullya for my master plan…

With great difficulty and repeatedly lying (மனசாட்சிய கிழற்றி வெச்சுடேன் ) that he was the most handsome man in this whole world and the apple (Botanists, please forget your subject for a while) of every woman's eye (Man..I get what you think….Very Big one indeed...) he agreed to my proposal.

Finally, he ordered the Fingkisher Airlines flight, which was all the way touring this world for the mostly sought Fingkisher Swimwear Calendar to pick up these guys from their respective places.

Thank Goodness,I needn worry about entertaining them....They’ve got everything free of Cost.. Now,Isnt that smart cost cutting ... Before your minds race ahead and think Mr.Fingkisher is Dumb.....He pointed out that * Conditions apply clause in the deal meant that "கம்பெனிக்கு நீ கொடுத்த காசு கட்டு படி ஆகாது.. அந்தபுரம் அங்கிருக்க...இவங்க இந்தப்புரம தான் இருக்க முடியும்" ...Yeah..you Got it right... Poor guys..... lolz...

Finally the day arrived...The guests arrived...While i was settling the autowalah, I couldn find the change I needed. While I was about to turnaround and tell him to keep the change....Someone else was there to settle it... It was only then I could figure out that figure...He walked to me and shook my hand and said.."The Change Is here" with a smile... Now isn that a Fitting entry which even our dear Ilayathalapathy would envy about..And a Surprise guest too…

I end up with this Note(mokkai for many)... That "The change is here" ....I'll try my best to pamper you with my posts frequent enough….

I'm Tagged

This is the first time I have been tagged! Thanks to Deepa ..

The tag:
Two questions in each category answer them and then tag your friends from the blog-o-sphere. (Simple enough right?) Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and you are all set.

Your oldest memories

My oldest memory dates back to the time when i was in LKG.I was this troublesome child to my class teacher and to amma. Everytime amma met my teacher, Ms.Angel (Truly an angel in my Life ) ,she would hear the same complaints. Before you could open up your guesses, I was one of the notorious kids in my class, but that wasn the reason to worry. I was notoriously silent. Day in and day out,Ms Angel would complain to amma....Your son is not even opening his mouth, Vaaya
moodikittae irukkuthu( She's Anglo-indian),yaarodayum paesavae mattengudhu... Poor people, they didn know that i was the future Oomakottan in the making.... But being notoriously silent isn't easy and the benefits you reap from are abundant. I was like this "pidichuvecha pillayar"(Ippovum Thaan :) ) and hence i would get all the attention in my household. I resembled a doll back then,whoever took me in their arms, i'd never cry and they'll start playing with me while i'd be reactionless. My minimum(Chinnama) called me zandu balm because of that. Maybe amma
and appa knew i would always be serious and hence named me Santhosh so that,happiness would be there atleast in my name..


I was the darling of girls in my primary school days. There are quite a lot of girls for whom i was the reason of pain. It inflicted pain on me too.Lol..Romba Alayaatheenga...As far as i can recollect,at least 3 gals banged into me in the corridor, in my primary school days and i was a constant source of to Appa- I helped him practise stitching (He's a Doctor). But i admired one thing in him. Even though i am his son,his hands wouldn tremble when he used to give me stitches. But sollave venam....Kannla Kaaveri aaru perukeduthu oodum.

One girl whom i never will forget in my life is Archana,who was my classmate in class 4. She was the one who taught me to write "f" . Believe it or not,it took 2 whole days of teaching to make me write 'f' properly.Poor girl,she had all the patience in the world to teach this dumbo. To this day,whenever i write that particular letter,she comes up in my mind... I wonder if i would ever meet her again.

Yet another incident which people still remember is the inauguration ceremony of "preparing home made idlis" for the first time in my household. We were/are one of those middle class families who thought owning a grinder is an extravaganza just because we couldnt afford it. I was very fond of idlis and dosais but my mother used to import the maavu :) from my grandmother's place and hence it would be made only once a while. Later, one day we bought a grinder. My mom looked like an angel to me that day and i feasted on those home made idlis and notwithstanding that, i went around the entire neighborhood announcing.. "Engamma Idli
suttaanga....Engamma Idli suttanga".... To this day,the neighborhood lady makes fun of me because of that.

What you were doing ten years ago ?

I think i was in class VI. I was praying all the while that my Vth standard holidays should get over as soon as possible and i should grow up all of a sudden that i should step into sixth. Hmmmm.. Not for anything that comes upto your mind,but just for the fact that i could get rid of those Ties and I would put on Pants(Trousers ,they say now) :) . And you'll chuck me out if i declare it's real advantages...I can wear two different socks and escape the eyes of our PT master. :) (The reason was that i used to lose my socks often and end up with different sets) . And yet another "would have" been turning point in my life. Deepavali was round the corner and unknowing a rollcape found its way inside my bag. Being one among those last bench guys at that time,we researched on how to burst it. And,beyond doubt i came up with an idea of using a compass to burst them. Everything worked fine but the timing was awful. The class was full of noise since the staff hadn't come and we thought that it was the most opportune moment. But as usual,though our timing was bad,Mr.Saturn's timing was perfect. The moment the compass stuck the ground,entry of the lady staff,pin drop silence everything was synchronous and "Bang" and one bloody fellow shouting " Maaam,yaaro class'la pattasu vedikraanga",,,, And it was my first moment of fame, Hmm...then wad...Kneeling down in front of the new P.T,quite a few lashes and atlast…I was famous for the wrong reasons. But,thank goodness it was shortlived :). Am just wondering if I landed up in the wrong hands. If I had been spotted by Abdul Kalam,I'd have helped blasting off a few missiles and rockets rather than my PL's and GL's blasting me to keep up with the deadlines.Poor India… Epdi irukkka vendiya naan ipdi aitaen.. 

Today
Your first thought in the morning
Yet another week of rushing to office at 6.30 and running to catch the bus for the 90 min journey, just to spend time in hi-fi glass cages in front of a machine.


If you build a time capsule what would it contain?
A handful of people whom i regard the most important in my life,my desktop with internet.


Tomorrow
Hmmm... Playing along with quite a few other associates of my company with a million dollar baby and shutting it down and booting it up treating it something worse than a desktop pc.Thinking deep about life.

What do you see yourself doing 14 years from now?
Hmmm... Kaveri Karai Oram... Few acress of land and doing Industial farming. Koovam Karai Oram...One small room with a handful of Dependable guys running a small software firm..... :)

And I tag.... Prabhu

Destiny

Wherever you Go... Whatever happens..... Your Life Pattern Follows You....

Be a Roman in Rome.......

Be a Roman in Rome. Else you'll end up in humiliation like this one.Hope these people understand that too much of Ethics can help them gain access to the boardroom,only as a Guest but not as potential Businessmen.
What next? Hope they perform yet another Magic.....!

The Key to be complete in life is to stay incomplete

No! You got it right...!
There's nothing wrong with your sight or your thinking.

"The Key to be complete in life is to stay incomplete"

In the outset it may sound highly ridiculous. Trust me..! When this thought struck my mind i thought so too.But Coupling it up with certain observations i found out innumerable reasons to justify my statement.

Don't narrow down your views with the statement inline. Expand your thoughts and you'll find it applicable to all aspects of life.

Staying complete will by itself make you incomplete. A sense of completeness often makes you lift your collars and make you look at the people around you with a sense of pride and make yourself happy by thinking that they're incomplete and you're way ahead. Everytime i feel so,something comes up and strikes me hard and helps me wake up and face reality. It always teaches me the same lesson from time to time.

"Winning is not a very difficult aspect of life but your ability to make winning a habit matters the most."

That's one of the famous proverb.Practically speaking,its all crap.
To put it simply
"எட்டுசுரக்காய் கறிக்கு உதவாது"

Winning is a very bad habit that you'll get addicted to it that makes you feel worthless once you face a loss. Make losing once a while a habit and trust me... "You won't regret".

Be prepared for forceful incompletion. Don't think that you're too good to lose anything. Being too good has its own implications. Don't be too good that people keep you high in position,a possession that is valued too much for everyday usage.
While that happens,the good ones think that you're too good for them and thereby you'll land yourself amidst the unworthy ones.
When are those who are really worth realise this and come out of the folly that they stop avoiding certain things in life thinking that its too good for them to own...!
None of us is an exception. It starts from the Basics...
The middle class who feel underprivileged for certain things thinking that its too good for them.
People in stock market thinking that this stock is too high in value that its not for us or rather it wouldn yield you much.
The list goes on...