only logic

Change

2007-04-06T05:08:00.000-07:00

Its been a really long time since i wrote anything.... a lot of things have changed... a lot of things have happened ..it all seems so sudden....i cant believe that i am actually livin alone on my own.... i am now in the much hyped of city of bangalore... i got a job there and i have no complaints except a very strong feelin of home sickness.... some of my perspectives have changed too.... till now i did not know the true feelin of home but now i appreciate home and HOME FOOD to an amazing extent....

I am still nebulous as to my long term plans..... i am now in a bit of confusion which would need some time to be sorted out. I now strongly believe that everybody should stay away from home atleast for a period of two years only then u start to appreciate its true significance.

Has my love life undergone a significant change... well i would say no... i think or relationship has been strengthed a bit more..... i now love her a bit more... i donno how cause i believed tat i could not love u anymore. Today i was told something about love being the result of harmones...... well it may be yes cause love comes out of character and character they say is decided by harmones..... well but then is it worth while to break love in to a science.... it has a mystic quality which is better appreciatd without science... it may be that i am attracted to some person cause that person has a certain harmone in abundance.... so what.... i certainly dont care about harmones... all that i care is that the other person is there for me and reciprocates my feelings....

What do i write.... a thousand thoughts race i my mind... flashing accross like lightning..... i am not able to match their speed.... lots of faces... ots fo characters... lots of peculiarities... lots of problems... some petty... some big... lots of happiness....lots of differences....lots of adjustments.... lots of new relations.....

a tip.... to be really happy on your birthday... switch off your cell phone...your computer .... just u and your loved one.... holding hands... and you starin at her/his eyes the whole day.... (drunken with the milk of human love).....

Asin und Essen

2006-11-07T06:21:00.000-08:00

Essen and asin

I am writing this poem in english
as i cannot rhyme it well in deutsch

In a world which has Asin
One may question the importance of Essen
I am writing this poem to clear this doubt
and writing this poem sure makes me proud

Asin looks super beautiful
my stomach is never full
Her eyes are etheral
Ohne essen life looks so unreal

Asin makes me forget the 'Naan' (tamizh)
I am always ready to eat a 'Naan'
Some say asin is added to a movie for MASALA
and i vehemently say i prefer Naan with paneer butter masala

Asin really does act well
I will be really happy if a fall in to a food well
Asin's beauty is forever
As you can see asin and essen blend well together....

-Erman Esse

The Gaaaaaaapden (the captain)- King of tamizh cinema

2006-11-06T18:13:00.000-08:00

Our beloved hero the captain
his strength is the power of ten
He lives in the big city
and is stronger than electricity

He beats up people engaged in vice
and sleeps in a bed of ice
he is popularly called amul-baby
and is all love towords the babies(the heroines)

He dances like michael jackson
a 90 year old michael jackson
he can fight upside down hanging from a tree
and captures terrorists who are free

He can stop bullets with his red flamed eyes
and wins the heroin as his prize
he has promised us cows
with all solemn vows

He is the founder of a political party (expected)
when i vote it will be for his party (well...unexpected)

Aussie Dream

2006-11-06T09:09:00.000-08:00

Aussie dream..

Playing in the aussie team,
surely not everybody's dream

Shane warne always eatin beans
and tryin to get girls out of their jeans

MC.Grath so lean and tall
does not know to swing the ball

Gilchrist swings his bat all the way
and tries to swing sharad powar out of the way

Pointing tries to captain the side
but cant play the ball on either side

Martin remains super calm
he should have studied B.Com

Symonds with his stupid hair style
lacks considerably batting style

the australians are like a well oiled machine
but fade in to the back ground when compared to asin.....
(the last two lines dedicated to the great murari...)

Code name S

2006-10-30T19:10:00.000-08:00

The multiplying villanies of nature do swarm upon him.Disdaining fortune with his brandished steel, which smoked with bloody executiuon.We are oft to blame-- 'Tis too much proved that with devotions visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

Who is but the form following the function of what and what i am is a man in a mask. I am merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.But on this most auspicious of nights permi me then in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both vixtim and villian by the vicissitudes of fate.This visage, no meer veneer of vanity is a vestige of the vox populi now vacant and vanished. However, this valarous visitation of the bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and the voracious violation of volition.The only verdict is vengence, a vendetta held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose. So let me simply add that its my very good honour to meet you and you may call me S.

It means that i like god do not play with dice and believe in coincidence.

Employed

2006-10-06T10:47:00.000-07:00

I am searching for a job
preferably in a food lab.
i have a lot of experience
when i eat i go in to a trance

I am imagining a big food lab
with a lot of food to grab.
souls suffering in DIET are lured
and from this disease they are cured

I am there, happy and smilin
FOOD FOOD the customers are cryin.
and it is not security analysis i am readin
but a book on ICE CREAM worth tryin

It is located near paris corner
a cosy little food corner.
I get paid for my job
and (still cant believe) eatin is my job.

At last!!! found a job
I dont have to look for a bank to rob
Its a pity, i cant sleep there at night
inspite of that i am all right....

They call me the food man
I am the best and not among the also ran
I am employed in a food lab
a place which is not a bit drab.

perfect

2006-09-05T22:19:00.000-07:00

We all want our life to be perfect. But guys just reflect if life is devoid of those beautiful things called imperfections wont our ignorance of the meaning of perfection be emphasised.Its those small imperfections that makes us search perfection.And in this everlasting quest we march through happiness, pain, accomplishment and disappointment and that makes life interesting, not perfection.

Unforgettable Verses

2006-09-05T00:38:00.000-07:00

In my list of evergreen compositions, *S.Sricharan's verses stand out...and to all those who haven't heard this,..pls do!!

I am going home
I am thinking of a scone
In my hand i have a bat
And people call me fat
I dont give a damn
As long as i have me frying pan
Filled with potatoes onions and cauliflower
to pack me full of immense power

I walk past an old lady
Who looks a bit shady
She is cookin beans
But i want to have only creams
So i move on
With my heart weighing a ton

I want cakes
But i can see only rakes
Yes i am in a field
Wanting something cold
Ah!!! i see an ice cream parlour
But as i approach they close with an ardour
that makes me shiver

Home at last
End of my long fast
with delight i scream
And eat a lot of Ice cream
I end the day full of highs and lows
With a couple of Milos.

* a prominent poet of the 21st century who founded the anti DIET league and who brought about a new food revelation and revolution

dieting=dying

2006-08-24T00:31:00.000-07:00

DIET - a word at the mention of which doctors and health club's watch you like an Indian tiger watches a peasant. DIET a four lettered horror at the utterance of which strong men quail and turn up to heaven for help and deliverance. The word DIET can be expanded as follows Die of Idiotic Endeavour to Thin.This dieting disease has been slowly but steadily accumulating more and more man power to support its cause. Let me by a series of logical arguments thwart the defence under which this disease is spreading.

First let us understand the reason for a person dieting. well the reason is self evident, to reduce weight.What i do not understand is why anybody should want to reduce weight.I weigh around 80 to 85 kilos and i am not at all bothered or worried i am infact proud. see guys and also girls, if god meant us all to be thin he would have made us with a waist line that does not respond to the vagaries of our untimely and unproportional intake of food. When we have a waist line that is meant to expand then why not let it do its job.

And our anatomy is blessed with a 'Sticketh to the cream like glue and Spitteth things that taste like glue' thing (our tongue). If you gentelmen and ladies are going to feed only on cabbages and other leaves then gradually your tongue becomes useless. Do you want that to happen (think of the creams and cakes that your tongue has helped you to taste).If anybody comes and says to you " when you are fat u dont look beautiful" you say to him 'well all those who think so can eat cake' ( and immediatley you can also have one).When i write this i am reminded of a poem by a noteworthy poet.

I weigh between 80 and 85
The number of cakes i eat in a day are 25
As soon as i get up
I need to buck up
So I eat a chocolate
And leave the rest to fate.
I drink my morning tea
and then i am free
To eat my morning meal
And face the day filled with zeal.
With the afternoon snack i am nourished
But not all the hunger in me has perished
It is 5
Time to eat French fries
I then eat a pudding
With my mom close by cuddling.
I drink my BOOST
And decide not to fast.
It is dinner time
I am at my prime.
Mom has made sambar rice
And it looks so nice
I eat it all in a scoop
and end by taking a fruit.
It is biscuits i seek
and to the kitchen i creep
I eat like a starved sheep
And then i go to sleep.

I think these wise words by the wise poet would have opened your eyes and filled you up with that eating enthusiasm.See if you have health problems cause you are fat, go to doctor and the first thing he will do is put you on a diet and as soon as you come out go to the nearest shop and eat your hearts fill cause a contended heart is important than a lean body.

Friends

2006-08-22T07:36:00.000-07:00

He is also leaving. He will be gone by tomorrow morning. I suddenly feel all alone. I look out in to the street which glitters under the neon lights and memories jostle in to my head in close succession. The street really looks empty now. And it will remain empty without the gay laughs of our group, without the encouraging shouts while playing cricket, without those simple brawls. Almost none of my school friends are here in chennai anymore and even the few who have chosen to stick to this beautiful city are employed and are immersed head high in the so called software sea. I do not know if we will get to meet each other again. The memories of past years haunt me. The simple life which i enjoyed 2 years before is no more. everything has changed. I yearn to be in school again, to be innocent again and to be among the sea of friends who made life look so easy.

Circumstances

2006-08-06T19:16:00.000-07:00

Have you guys ever thought of how circumstances rule your actions most of the times. You always play a small part in the huge drama of life and fortunatly or unfortunately you play only a small role. A role which is not strong enough to change others fully. Your actions are moulded and modelled based on the part played by others in the play. Suddenly you find that you are so much under control of others so influenced by other's actions so hopelessly dependent upon their cues. You do not accept this. You want to rebel. You want to be free. You want to act as a free agent. This feeling comes to everybody at different points of time and in different circumstances and in different places and for different reasons. And i personally think that you are entitled to have these moments of freedom, moments of rebellion. Sometimes you should just go ahead and do what you want to do. And when you do not take your cues and play your part, you are labelled as the 'bad' type 'not the adjustable'type or the 'fussy' type. But i personally feel there should be circumstances when you give others their cues and do what you want to do. If not, ponder what you are and what you want to be, Always a putty in the hands of circumstances? or Do you want to be the moulder moulding the putty?(not always as that is impossible but sometimes). I will conclude by saying just live and enjoy your life and play the usual part in the drama of life but when you feel you are being bossed too much and you are the one always following the cues break free and start giving the cues and directing the drama.Think not of what others are saying about you cause these are the moments that make you special and individual and seperate you from the rest of the group.

For those who do not have time to study Gandhi Ji's Autobiography

2006-08-04T03:10:00.000-07:00

Gandhi (1869-1948), also known as Mahatma Gandhi, was born in Porbandar in the present day state of Gujarat in India on October 2, 1869, and educated in law at University College, London. In 1891, after having been admitted to the British bar, Gandhi returned to India and attempted to establish a law practice in Bombay, with little success. Two years later an Indian firm with interests in South Africa retained him as legal adviser in its office in Durban. Arriving in Durban, Gandhi found himself treated as a member of an inferior race. He was appalled at the widespread denial of civil liberties and political rights to Indian immigrants to South Africa. He threw himself into the struggle for elementary rights for Indians.
Resistance to Injustice
Gandhi remained in South Africa for 20 years, suffering imprisonment many times. In 1896, after being attacked and beaten by white South Africans, Gandhi began to teach a policy of passive resistance to, and non-cooperation with, the South African authorities. Part of the inspiration for this policy came from the Russian writer Leo Tolstoy, whose influence on Gandhi was profound. Gandhi also acknowledged his debt to the teachings of Christ and to the 19th-century American writer Henry David Thoreau, especially to Thoreau's famous essay "Civil Disobedience." Gandhi considered the terms passive resistance and civil disobedience inadequate for his purposes, however, and coined another term, Satyagraha (Sanskrit, “truth and firmness”). During the Boer War, Gandhi organized an ambulance corps for the British army and commanded a Red Cross unit. After the war he returned to his campaign for Indian rights. In 1910, he founded Tolstoy Farm, near Durban, a cooperative colony for Indians. In 1914 the government of the Union of South Africa made important concessions to Gandhi's demands, including recognition of Indian marriages and abolition of the poll tax for them. His work in South Africa complete, he returned to India.

Campaign for Home Rule
Gandhi became a leader in a complex struggle, the Indian campaign for home rule. Following World War I, in which he played an active part in recruiting campaigns, Gandhi, again advocating Satyagraha, launched his movement of non-violent resistance to Great Britain. When, in 1919, Parliament passed the Rowlatt Acts, giving the Indian colonial authorities emergency powers to deal with so-called revolutionary activities, Satyagraha spread throughout India, gaining millions of followers. A demonstration against the Rowlatt Acts resulted in a massacre of Indians at Amritsar by British soldiers; in 1920, when the British government failed to make amends, Gandhi proclaimed an organized campaign of non-cooperation. Indians in public office resigned, government agencies such as courts of law were boycotted, and Indian children were withdrawn from government schools. Throughout India, streets were blocked by squatting Indians who refused to rise even when beaten by police. Gandhi was arrested, but the British were soon forced to release him.

Economic independence for India, involving the complete boycott of British goods, was made a corollary of Gandhi's Swaraj (Sanskrit, “self-ruling”) movement. The economic aspects of the movement were significant, for the exploitation of Indian villagers by British industrialists had resulted in extreme poverty in the country and the virtual destruction of Indian home industries. As a remedy for such poverty, Gandhi advocated revival of cottage industries; he began to use a spinning wheel as a token of the return to the simple village life he preached, and of the renewal of native Indian industries.

Gandhi became the international symbol of a free India. He lived a spiritual and ascetic life of prayer, fasting, and meditation. His union with his wife became, as he himself stated, that of a brother and sister. Refusing earthly possessions, he wore the loincloth and shawl of the lowliest Indian and subsisted on vegetables, fruit juices, and goat's milk. Indians revered him as a saint and began to call him Mahatma (great-souled), a title reserved for the greatest sages. Gandhi's advocacy of nonviolence, known as ahimsa (non-violence), was the expression of a way of life implicit in the Hindu religion. By the Indian practice of nonviolence, Gandhi held, Great Britain too would eventually consider violence useless and would leave India.

The Mahatma's political and spiritual hold on India was so great that the British authorities dared not interfere with him. In 1921 the Indian National Congress, the group that spearheaded the movement for nationhood, gave Gandhi complete executive authority, with the right of naming his own successor. The Indian population, however, could not fully comprehend the unworldly ahimsa. A series of armed revolts against Great Britain broke out, culminating in such violence that Gandhi confessed the failure of the civil-disobedience campaign he had called, and ended it. The British government again seized and imprisoned him in 1922.

After his release from prison in 1924, Gandhi withdrew from active politics and devoted himself to propagating communal unity. Unavoidably, however, he was again drawn into the vortex of the struggle for independence. In 1930 the Mahatma proclaimed a new campaign of civil disobedience, calling upon the Indian population to refuse to pay taxes, particularly the tax on salt. The campaign was a march to the sea, in which thousands of Indians followed Gandhi from Ahmedabad to the Arabian Sea, where they made salt by evaporating sea water. Once more the Indian leader was arrested, but he was released in 1931, halting the campaign after the British made concessions to his demands. In the same year Gandhi represented the Indian National Congress at a conference in London.
© K. L. Kamat

Gandhi with Followers

Gandhi takes on Domestic Problems
In 1932, Gandhi began new civil-disobedience campaigns against the British. Arrested twice, the Mahatma fasted for long periods several times; these fasts were effective measures against the British, because revolution might well have broken out in India if he had died. In September 1932, while in jail, Gandhi undertook a “fast unto death” to improve the status of the Hindu Untouchables. The British, by permitting the Untouchables to be considered as a separate part of the Indian electorate, were, according to Gandhi, countenancing an injustice. Although he was himself a member of the Vaishya (merchant) caste, Gandhi was the great leader of the movement in India dedicated to eradicating the unjust social and economic aspects of the caste system.

In 1934 Gandhi formally resigned from politics, being replaced as leader of the Congress party by Jawaharlal Nehru. Gandhi traveled through India, teaching ahimsa and demanding eradication of "untouchability." The esteem in which he was held was the measure of his political power. So great was this power that the limited home rule granted by the British in 1935 could not be implemented until Gandhi approved it. A few years later, in 1939, he again returned to active political life because of the pending federation of Indian principalities with the rest of India. His first act was a fast, designed to force the ruler of the state of Rajkot to modify his autocratic rule. Public unrest caused by the fast was so great that the colonial government intervened; the demands were granted. The Mahatma again became the most important political figure in India.
© K. L. Kamat

Man of Firm Step

Independence for India
When World War II broke out, the Congress party and Gandhi demanded a declaration of war aims and their application to India. As a reaction to the unsatisfactory response from the British, the party decided not to support Britain in the war unless the country were granted complete and immediate independence. The British refused, offering compromises that were rejected. When Japan entered the war, Gandhi still refused to agree to Indian participation. He was interned in 1942 but was released two years later because of failing health.

By 1944 the Indian struggle for independence was in its final stages, the British government having agreed to independence on condition that the two contending nationalist groups, the Muslim League and the Congress party, should resolve their differences. Gandhi stood steadfastly against the partition of India but ultimately had to agree, in the hope that internal peace would be achieved after the Muslim demand for separation had been satisfied. India and Pakistan became separate states when the British granted India its independence in 1947 (see: Tryst with Destiny -- the story of India's independence). During the riots that followed the partition of India, Gandhi pleaded with Hindus and Muslims to live together peacefully. Riots engulfed Calcutta, one of the largest cities in India, and the Mahatma fasted until disturbances ceased. On January 13, 1948, he undertook another successful fast in New Delhi to bring about peace, but on January 30, 12 days after the termination of that fast, as he was on his way to his evening prayer meeting, he was assassinated by a fanatic Hindu.

Gandhi's death was regarded as an international catastrophe. His place in humanity was measured not in terms of the 20th century, but in terms of history. A period of mourning was set aside in the United Nations General Assembly, and condolences to India were expressed by all countries. Religious violence soon waned in India and Pakistan, and the teachings of Gandhi came to inspire nonviolent movements elsewhere, notably in the U.S. under the civil rights leader Martin Luther King, Jr. and in South Africa under Nelson Mandela.
See Also:
· Sardar Bhagat Singh
· Bal Gangadhar Tilak
· Indian War of Independence
· Gandhiji and his views on Women
· India's Struggle for Freedom

References
· "Gandhi, Mohandas Karamchand," Microsoft (R) Encarta. Copyright © 1993 Microsoft Corporation. Copyright © 1993 Funk & Wagnall's Corporation
· Green Martin (Ed) Gandhi in India, 1987
· A compilation of research papers on Gandhi for further study

Listen my mentally deficient friend

2006-07-31T09:00:00.000-07:00

Ladies and gentlemen i would like to begin my post by repeating a well known truth and fact that i am a very broad minded person and i am always open to new ideas. I am not opposed to others ideas just because i am prejudiced against that paticular viewpoint. But when a person and that too a person who has celebrated the first anniversary of blogging says that ' I am against Gandhi Ji, he is not a great man at all' , Gentlemen i am compelled to register a strong protest against this abnormal and stupid statement by saying 'You, my dear lady/Man are talking through your hat' and when you are not wearing one, through your helmet (I am sure that person wears a helmet).

This extraordinary statement was made to me by a person ( i will not reveal the identity for fear of mass protests and public strikes aganist him/her) two days back, in a class room ( Here again i decline to reveal the location and the purpose of the class, for reasons already stated above). I at first did not believe i had heard right and before i could enquire further and find out whether i had heard what was said or whether i should go and consult an ENT, i was stopped in marked manner by our beloved teacher (She warned if i opened my mouth again i would not be allowed to have any cakes that she had bought to class and ofcourse this put a stopper on my mouth for sometime,for no person in his right mind will miss the cake).Thus there lingered this doubt in my mind whether that person had said THOSE words. cause that person is a very good friend of mine and one likes to correct these small mental defeciencies in ones friens, that being the civil thing. So today morning i sent a message to confirm my suspicions and was relieved to find that there was no need to waste any money on Ent doc's and i had heard right.

And sorry my dear readers i should have revealed the reason for the 'Gandhian prejudice' that my friend is stuck with. The reason is that( i will quote the exact words that person said to me) "Hey you know what charan ( Charan is me) .Gandhi in order to prove that he was not attracted to women slept one whole night with a nude female". I do not know how my dear friend got this piece of scandalous information. May be the nude female came in my friends dream or nightmare and revealed this secret. Well ok, for arguments sake i shall consider this statement to be true. IF gandhi slept with a nude female it was i would say one minute black spot in his enlightened life . I do not know if i should call it a black spot . I ask where was this womens brain when she was asked to sleep in the nood with a man.I am sure Gandhi Ji would not have forced her. (STUPID WOMEN). Moreover Gandhi Ji did not even touch her, does it not show the supremness of his morality and mental strength.

I accept the fact that independence was not only because The Mahatma. There were millions involved in the freedom struggle and every body had their glory moments and every body played their part how ever small it was. But any movemnt is lost without a leader. And we were blessed with our Mahatma. I would like to quote here that he did not ask anybody to follow him. He was a person who lead by example. We can learn things from his life which we learn only after reading a thousand moral books. He believed in a cause and fought for it in a way which earned him all the respect in the world. Well i would like to end by saying that even if what my poor misguided friend says is true Gandhi Ji still remains blemishless. Any small discrepany in character that he may have had was amply compensated by his ideals and his achievements. if anybody is Against the Mahatma they can eat cake.

(If there are any grammatical or spelling mistakes they are only because of my hurried effort to help a poor mentally deficent friend)

Gandhi Ji - The Mahatma

2006-07-31T04:56:00.000-07:00

all in a days work

2006-06-05T21:36:00.000-07:00

The day begins as usual with the sun galloping gaily and gazing at the earth with a benevolent eye (the sun does its work with a little too much enthusiasm and zeal in summer) and our subject (quite an interesting one too) wakes up at 6 (one of the very few of the subjects good habits). After doing the things, which all the other fauna of his specie do in the morning, our star prepares himself for another stressful day at office. The OFFICE is but 5 minutes from our heroes home and after gorging on the food that our ‘stars’ mother dutifully feeds him he sets out in a regal fashion in his super bike of his to render his invaluable services to the ‘in the brink of extinction firm’ in which our subject is working or should we say pursuing a budding career in commerce.

It is nine ‘o’ clock and our subject starts with the first duty of the day, to get the morning paper from the watchman. He takes the lift to the third floor and does the most important part of his work ‘to open the shutters’ and if you are asking yourselves what’s so tough in pulling open a shutter the author advices you to watch the subject in action. When one wants to learn how to how to make a simple and inelegant job of opening the shutters regal and elegant one must watch the sublime grace with which the subject does this. I am forced to load my readers with some technical details of opening a shutter so that budding young men willing to adopt opening shutters as their life long career may get a tip or two.

The process is as follows first the lock (strong navtal lock) at the base of the shutter is opened by our subject, then with a short jab he sets the shutter in an upward motion which gathers momentum with every passing minute and finally hits the ceiling, making a deuce of a noise thereby waking up a platoon of his fellow workers in the near by offices who have not yet shaken mists of sleep from their eyes. This action (opening the shutter) causes the plaster to fall from the ceiling every day thereby making a hole in the coffers of the company as fresh painting becomes inevitable. Thus in the simple act of opening the shutters our subject performs two altruistic acts, the first one being the noble act of waking up his fellow toilers making them fuller and better men and the second one, redistribution of cooped up wealth of the company. With these acts of his, he wins the hearts of his fellow men who have taken socialism as the ambition of life.

The second phase of the subject’s work consists putting on the air conditioner, the lights and most important of all the computers. This forms the base on which the work of others is built up. By now I think I have made it clear to my dear readers that our subject is the pillar on which the organization stands. You can say that, ‘he is, what kalam was to ISRO’. After doing this noble act of stabilizing the organization for the day, he proceeds to busy himself with the paper and this ordinary act also is done is with the highest motives of altruism. Our subject is not one of those neat and orderly souls who treat the paper as if it were a goddess from above, when I say that he races through the paper he really races through it. After he reads through the paper it looks as if it had a wild skirmish with a super tornado. The first page lays on the table the second one underneath it the third one somewhere on the fan and so on. The cries go round the city "has he become unstuck".
But so is not the case my friends. This act as already mentioned he does with the altruistic spirit brimming in his heart. It makes his colleagues search for the missing pages like an Assyrian wolf its favorite farmer. This gives his fellow supporters of the cause, a chance to wake up, a chance of relaxing their stiff limbs by running hither and thither and also deriving satisfaction of having participated in a treasure hunt for free.

The next scene of this real life drama is the arrival of the life and blood of the firm i.e. the
clients. They range from well fed to undernourished. Some win the battle in length and some in breadth but one common bond and cause unite them all, they all are clients and their clarion call "lets enlarge the brokers purse and lets lose it all". With this single united motto they come. At first glance the place looks like a free for all dinner party one can only see a sea of arms heads and legs all entangled with one another. I must not make my readers question the sanity of the clients so here is the explanation, and a real simple one too, they are hunting for THE CHAIRS.

The chairs as I aptly put it are a scarce commodity and the ownership of the chairs are purely decided on the sporting spirit of first come first served basis. My friends, think not, of this great happening as a normal everyday one. Friendships have been
broken, blood spilled, unpleasant words exchanged, and once our subject nearly assaulted, for the possession of The chairs .(A comparison may be made to the Ring in ‘Lord of the rings’)

After all have settled the office returns to normalcy and looks like (after some thought I find that I am at a loss to employ a proper simile) an office. All is set, the high and the wide are happy, the chairs are all happily occupied and peace caresses the air with a soft ant tender touch. But this is only calm before the storm. It is 9:54 and every thing is silent and the wheezing breaths of the wide and the excited breaths of the high can be heard. The air is electrified with expectation. It is 9:55 and still no sound, the thuds of the rat family learning dancing steps on the false roofing can be heard and the silence even draws two pigeons. They place themselves on the window a/c and look through the window at the computers with the same electrified silence. It is 9:55 and 20 seconds. Ten seconds pass by, so silent so pregnant with excitement.9: 55 and 30 seconds and there is some uneasy shuffling and a wide coughs and draws stares of censure from the high and rest of the wide.

It is 9:55 and 32 seconds and all hell breaks loose. The MARKET has opened, with about 14 highs and 24 wides trying to shout simultaneously and four phones trying to attract attention by screaming at the top of their voices, the scene can never be a refreshing one to a man of refinement and class like our subject. But he is not a person to run away from a call of duty and so he stays on and bites the bullet, which of course are not of the same class as cream biscuits. A wide treads on the foot of a high and a high pitched scream cuts above the babble and is heard over the tumult and uproar. These moments are very strenuous for the operator (a person who acts as a human sieve, segregating and singling out orders from the chorus, and feeds them in to the computer.) and you may ask "but what does our man on the mission do" and now again our subject performs the most difficult and noblest of actions. He stands by the operator and silently gazes at him with a kindly eye lending his wholehearted moral support and sympathy.

After the initial 10 minutes the whole lot stop resembling the spectators of an India vs. Pakistan match and go in to sort of a dull trance and lady peace who had fled from the office like street cricketers on finding a policeman round the corner, cautiously peeps in to the office and finding that all is not lost, reseats herself upon her throne and establishes her presence with quite some certainty. Even the two pigeons, which had fled to the temple near by thinking that judgment day has come, return and reseat themselves on the a/c.

Our subject is exhausted after the labors of exactness, concentration and lending moral support to the human sieve. He therefore duly retires to take some well-earned rest. Just when he starts to brood over the strenuousness and futility of the toils of commerce and of enlightening the high and wide about the nuances of buying and selling shares there comes a welcome distraction. The door opens and a tray enters of course being carried by a person who stamps his ownership upon the tray by carrying in it "THE TEA” that he has so assiduously prepared.

The so-called tea is a mixture of 90%water, some dust and as an afterthought some milk. But this curious little mixture exercises a wild charm on all the high and wide and they turn their attention whole heartedly to the tray, the cup and the tea in it in the order named. The tea ceases to be the tea and is transformed in to a lively object of desire.

Lady peace shuffles uneasily and looks at the forbearer of war with ill concealed animosity for she knows she will be kicked out if she does not shift her dignified presence from that place. Always the tea walas entrance hastens her exit. All the high and wide start turning in to napoleans forming in their already agile minds strategies of how to get to the dispenser of sorrows first because it is a general belief that if you reach the tray bearing the life elixir first you get the tastiest cup of tea, though the reality is far from it. All the cups contain the same mixture of water and sand.

A high dashes out of the chair for he is nearest to the life dispenser but just as he reaches the desired object a wide with a presence of mind and a startling strategy which would have made napolean proud and dharmaraja shake his head in disappointment, if of course both of them were interested in share markets and were members of the esteemed firm, shouts "hey buddy you just lost 10000”. This makes the high stagger for a moment thus making the wide the winner of the race in a photo finish with the high a close second. Then there is a general rush and commotion and fighting which makes a rat that had slowly crept up to a portion of a biscuit feel that an earthquake had broken loose and it dashes for cover hastily abandoning its lunch.

All this, our subject observes with a patronizing smile. He does not take part in the festivities and carefully avoids the tea, as his life’s motto is 'a stomach is not a sewer' but then this gives him, our tired distributor of sweetness, light and morale a chance to distract his aching soul.

By the time all blood is spilled and the ill-gotten gains of the war drunk it is 12.15. Our subject is active again for some work and so; he promptly goes out of the office. Slowly step by step he descends the stairs and goes out in the bright sunshine where the sun excited by seeing our subject after such a long time shines with renewed vigor and lovingly embraces our subject thereby causing him acute discomfort but then he is a man on a mission and lightly brushes away these small hurdles which providence may place in is path.

The office, which has been the center of action, is strategically placed near two hotels thereby helping our subject to stay active and employ himself usefully during the lull period. Now our subject faces the problem which 'the one ' faces in matrix and all great leaders faced at a point of time 'the problem of choice'

He has two choices

1.To his right hotel ramprasad

Advantages:

a. A sterling hotel
b. Every thing is cheap
c .All the time every thing is available (the strategy is not to waste yesterdays food.
Spoils of the father fortunes of the son, vadai of
Today vadakari of tomorrow)

d. Bowlers work as servers and you get good catching practice as parottas are thrown instead of served.

2.To his left adyar anandha bhavan

Advantages:

a. Good solid fast food restaurant
b. Strategically placed opposite to a woman’s hostel

Our subject pauses and finally decides to enrich the coffers of adyar anandha bhavan and cool his hot body and soul with some cool bird watching, thus making the owner of the super restaurant jump with whoops of joy.

This takes another 45 minutes and finally he returns to the office purely out of intentions of altruism. His fellow toilers must not think that he has walked away forever, break their hearts and leave the organization in desolation and ruin.

So exactly at 1.00 our subject returns to the office and enters in to the third phase of work. He allows the human sieve to get his daily ration by relieving him for a short period of time. The process of transforming oneself in to sort of a human sieve is a very tough one indeed. It involves great speed and accuracy but our subject fits the bill perfectly. He is damn quick though on the accuracy side it must be said that he has not achieved the heights of perfection.

A high asks him to buy 100 shares of infosys and he duly buys it but in the account of another wide. A harmless mistake one should say, which should have been brushed over with a jovial laugh and a harmless pat by any right-minded wide. But the wide does not see eye to eye with our subject and starts on the offensive. This is a little bit straining for our subject. He bought the shares in the account of the wide so that the wide can gain on a later date by losing some 100000 now. And for some strange reason the high, for whom the order must have been placed, also starts advancing menacingly at our poor little subject. Our hero is a quick thinker and by whispering a simple idea that ‘it was the super brain of the wide which sprung the idea to deprive the high of the shares’ in the high’s ear he turns the highs wrath towards the wide and for the second time during the day blood is spilt. Our subject quietly slips away from the spot like an Indian farmer on seeing a leopard and a tiger fighting for a copyright over his flesh.

All this takes about one hour and the original tamer of the lions comes back and relieves our noble subject. All this activity makes our dispenser of sorrows hungry again and he has his lunch. Lunch is one thing in which our subject is at his best and is very comfortable. He eats slowly with attention and care. Some of his friends say he closely resembles a bull munching grass, while eating. People run excursion trains to see our subject eat. They marvel at his sureness, steadfastness and concentration while enriching his soul and an ever-expanding waist line with his daily ration of calories.

After this our subject goes in to a sort of a trance. The process is as follows. He selects a comfortable chair and sits in it. Then he slowly lets his eyelids droop and slips in to dream world (this of course he does on suggestion by yoga stalwarts who feel that a man at least meditate for one hour in a day) and after one hour of meditation he slowly opens his eyes. Things of course had stagnated without his constant aid and help but then one cannot have everything. With this philosophical consolation, he sees the time. Its 3.15 and 15 mins before the market closes for the day. The last 15 mins are a very crucial period as this is the period in which all the high and wide wake up from their sleep and find that they are in the red.

Thus the human sieves sieving capacities are once again put to test in an earnest manner. Does our subject stand by idly, no of course not in these times of stress and tension he goes about pulling chairs from underneath the high and wide who are in the process of sitting thereby lightening the mood and giving a chance for a hearty laugh. Of course he faces some marked criticism from the bereaved owners of "the chairs" but this he takes in his stride because he understands the rule that 'all cannot be made happy' perfectly.

It is 3.25 and time for some more lending of moral support. This our subject does with zeal and enthusiasm. It is 3.30 and the market closes. After a mad rush to some how convert loses in to profits (so that they get dinner from their beloved) the high and the wide are exhausted and wipe away honest sweat from their brows and our super sieve wipes away blood from his ears and our subject wipes away biscuit crumbs from his shirt.

Slowly, one by one the high and wide start leaving, talking strategies of how to lose tomorrow. And all is silent once more 'the chairs' become a thing once more and lose their life. They are stacked in a corner so that the war can continue tomorrow.
In this process our subject helps by laying the foundation on which other chairs can be stacked upon i.e. he lays the first and the most important chair and lets the easy work to others.

Delivery slips are the slips in which the shares that are sold must be delivered is the definition of a delivery slip in ‘Investors guide to rob a broker’. And the inhabitants of the zoo called ‘the office’ must fill the delivery slips. Our subject is carefully kept away from these slips because these must be filled by persons whose A's look like A's and their E's like E's. If there is one thing in which our subject can consider himself unlucky it is his handwriting. Owing to the practice of writing seldom he very rarely completes writing a letter fully. At first when our subject had joined 'the office' his fellow toilers, ignorant of his one nagging weakness allowed him to fill 10 delivery slips. This when given to the concerned person for processing caused him a great deal of confusion as to why suddenly the slips were being filled in hieroglyphics and owing to a deficient education in which his school had not taught him how to read and write the ancient Egyptian communication system he could not understand them and duly failed to process the slips. This resulted in a loss of about 5 lakhs and from then the chief motto of the office was 'keep him away from anything to be put in black and white'.

It is 5 by the time the slips are filled and all the routine work is over. During all this period our subject interests himself in ornithology and busies him self with a pair of birds which are sitting on the windowsill. He does not take part in the work as it is routine and he is sure that his fellow workers can very well carry on without him. Suddenly there is a commotion and our subject is jerked out of his study. He feels like napolean asked to address his strategical intelligence to solve the problem of 'the missing underwears of soldiers' when he his in an intimate discussion with his chiefs to enrich himself with another country. Our subject thinks to himself 'I turn my back for an hour and see what happens. I wonder what these people are going to do without me'.

He slowly goes to the manager’s table where every body is huddled in some deep discussion evidently there is some problem and the machiavellian intelligence must be used once more. He stands before the manager and clears his throat. And the following dialogue takes place

Manager: "what"

Subject: "I know what the problem is"

Manager: "What"

Subject: "The figures do not tally"

Manager: "That we found out one hour before, and stop talking like a stupid"

(Not the right attitude to adopt towards the savior of the organization, but our subject doggedly persists)

Subject: "Why don’t we...”

Manager: "no good, shut up"

Subject: "we can...”

Manager: "no good either. Go away"

Subject: "It is possible to..........."

Manager: "a stupid idea, go away before I fire you"

After this intellectually exciting dialogue our subjects walks away with the satisfaction of a job well done. He wears a smug smile that German teachers wear after teaching or trying to teach the concept of where to use accusativ and when to use dativ.

Now that he has given the basic idea it will be easier for his fellow workers for the cause to solve the intriguing and enigmatic problem. He sighs at the dependence of the office members on him and dreads the day when he has to leave the organization. With this sad thought in his mind he goes to the window to resume his ornithological experimentations only to find that his feathered friends had remembered a more important appointment and were no more there. Thus, deprived of his only pastime he seeks to interest himself by hitting paper balls with a rubber band.

A harmless sport one would say. But one of the balls judiciously aimed at the shining hairless head of the manager which one can easily mistake for a paper weight went wide of the intended target and has a brief interview with the fan which for some reason best known to itself and doubtlessly out of the best motives kicks the ball towards a tube light. These tube lights are a very sensitive as a class, as soon as the ball touches it the tube light takes offence and registers a loud protest by disintegrating to about a million pieces (on later counting the number was reduced to 15) there by causing a short circuit and plunging the office in darkness.

Our subject smiles, a fantastic finish for the day. Judiciously ignoring the managers order asking the subject to stay where he was, he moves with a speed that sets a mark at which the other office leavers will shoot in vain. He rushes to the stairs and climbs down them. After coming to terra firma again he pauses taking in the fresh air of the outside. He is filled with the delight of having done two altruistic acts

1.helping an electrician earn his living

2.Helping his fellow toilers avoid the prime time rush by making them stay till about 9.30 in the night.

He enriches himself once again with the sweet smell of dishes floating from the hotel near by. He mounts on his bike kick-starts it and rides away in to the horizon, filled with the satisfaction of having done a number of altruistic acts. And as we watch, his broad form disappears in to the doors of a well-known restaurant...

auf Deutsch

2006-05-11T01:41:00.000-07:00

S.Sricharan wurde am 31 Maerz 1985 als Sohn des Lehrers Sundararajan und seiner Ehefrau,Lakshmi, in Vellore geboren.Am 11. Mai machte er einen Vorschlag.Wie koennen Sie "ICH" vergessen. Moechten Sie "ICH" vrgessen dann muessen Sie "OHNE ICH"- den Super Intensiv Kurs von Murari besuchen.

Nur 500 Rs fuer einen Monat.Nachdem Sie den Kurs besucht haben, koennen Sie "OHNE ICH" leben und ja wenn "ICH" keinen Wert hat, dann koennen Sie "OHNE PROBLEME" leben.

Waehrend des Kurses werden Sie praktische Ausbildungen und Erfahrungen haben, mit denen Sie "ICH" verlieren koennen.Sie werden ins Satyam (ein Kino) genommen und dort werden Sie Filme von Asin sehen und in A-SINN koennen Sie "ICH" verlieren und auch vergessen.

Verruckt

2006-04-24T20:20:00.000-07:00

Yesterday while studying i suddenly got this doubt (only when i am studying can i get these sorts of doubts).

All great saints and the bhagavad gita and the bible and the kuran and every holy book says that we should reach a stage where there is no attachment no sorrows no joy no pain no anything.

A person who reaches this stage has a striking resemblance to another person (whose number count is increasing day by day) i.e a person who is mad.

So are all holy writs asking us to become mad (verruckt)

(This is actually for fun there is one another explanation which i will write after my exams get over)

Ein versuch to justify

2006-04-21T07:24:00.000-07:00

i am actually writing this blog in response to murari's statement that you cannot say that "I have a problem" because you can only have(posses) a object, and ya it sounds right

But after some thinking (I have exams day after tomorrow and i am thinking about the justification of using HAVE ) i hit upon a "may be" reason for saying i have a problem.

When you say i have a problem you actually mean that you are possesed by a problem or a problem has you because as murari said a problem is not an object and you cannot have a prblem (am planning to write a blog about objectivity of problems as soon as my exam gets over)

But man as a creature has always been steeped in self importance and so when saying anything "I" becomes all important.

A problem possesses me

I have a problem

Both the sentences convey the same meaning but in the first sentence the importance is on the problem the emphasis is on the word problem the all important place is occupied by the word problem and the information of who has the problem comes second .

The second sentences begins with I and in the beginning itself man asserts his self importance the words " I HAVE" become important, zuerst the information that i have something is conveyed and then comes the word problem and it occupies a poor secondary position a lesser important one.

You can also say " I am possessed by a problem" but here again you are saying you are under the control of something (here a problem) which no person likes . here also problem becomes more important than I.

So i think we came to saying I HAVE A PROBLEM. This is only what i feel and i may not be correct.

Environ-MENTALISTS

2006-04-19T11:15:00.000-07:00

This is my first blog and what a time to write it.Exams on 23rd and 30th and preparation not even up to my worst enemies expectation.but i have confidence that luck and god wont leave me down this time(past two levels cleared- and due credit to luck and ofcourse the almighty)

ok enough of my own sad story.Lets get down to business (as they say in movies).The matter on which i am going to discuss about is, Are environmentalists a boon or bane to the industrial society in the present decade (2000 - 2010)?

To begin with let me start by saying what i think, yes at present environmentalists are turning out to be a bane to the industrial world.of late too many new environmentalists groups have sprung up these are financed by individuals who are extremely wealthy and have no idea of how the industries affect the environment (except ofcourse the bookish knowledge from school books).

These groups start to bung in spanners in to every industrial action like opening a factory even when it has the necessary clearances.When the objection is warranted and is based on a solid reason then it is ok but most of the times objections are raised on vague grounds thereby dampening the industrial growth to a considerable level.

A fact which proves that a lot of the environmentalist groups are redundant is the current level of pollution.with the growth in the number of groups the pollution level in the world should be almost nil.

What a lot of groups do is that they focus only on the production side and not on the consumer side i.e they keep saying a particular factory to stop producing but do not take any action to curb the usage of the goods produced by the particular factory.

Another basic thing is that there is no point in the society always playing the heroes part.I would say the societies part in curbing pollution is more than the industries.When people here are not prepared to keep the sorroundings clean (inspite of the govt trying to remind the people by putting hoardings in even the most important places) the so called env.groups should first concentrate on the individuals and try to create awareness.

Answer to this question honestly : am i prepared to go to college or work in cycle or thru bus so as to minimise pollution? when the answer is yes you are allowed to point a finger at the industries.

In america things have gone to such an extent that a group of individuals come together start a env.group and then CREATE info about over pollution and other bad stuff collect money for a noble cause and black mail an particular factory that they will file a suit against them and getting money from them and vanish (this is from an article i read). When you want to make a lot of quick money this seems to be good idea ( i am interested persons who wish to form a syndicate may contact me)

I am not against all the env.groups some do lot of good work and there should always be check to everything.But in todays world i think env. protection has become nothing more than a fad and a means of quick money