Good Morning or Good Night

Starting Sun rays, Winter chillness, Bed Horlics, Blinking Mobile, Grandmom's Sundry (Tamil one. I dont know the English Version.), the list goes on............
This is the effect of getting up early in the morning.
But how can i not acknowledge the satisfaction of getting up late.
Moms/Dads pleading/scolding/threatening to wake us up,
Mom/Dad 2 more minutes, i will get up surely and taking more than 2 hours to get up,
reading all the messages that was bombarded in the cell,
taking a hot afternoon bath,
eating lunch as if you have not seen food for many days,
a short nap for 3-4 hours after lunch.
Oh my, why should i miss all these comfort of getting up late. I know every individual has his/her preference, BUT......................................................

Drive or Fly

After so many wishful days, my long time wish was going to be realized. I was given the huge responsibility of delivering an important parcel in chennai. My long time wish was to fly an aircraft and that day i had got the chance to choose an aircraft of my choice and fly it to chennai single handedly from mumbai. I accepted the offer immediately with my 32 flashing close up smile. Each cell of my body was roaring to get into the aircraft and enjoy the fly. I got my things ready for the journey. The moment was nearing and i was too excited. I bid goodbye to all those present there. There i was, me and my vehicle standing tall. It was all mine. I was going to fly it all alone. I thanked the one for this wonderful opportunity and kept my right foot in. I felt like a King, sitting on the seat. After checking the basic controls, i was all set to fly. I started the engine. The sense of fulfilment ran all across my body. The runaway was all in my front. I was moving the aircraft, slowly increasing the speed. I had brought the aircraft to top speed and was about to take off, when i realized that the aircraft had developed some technical glitch. I applied the brakes immediately. That woke me up from my day dream and brought me back to my senses. I was just driving an ALTO. And the important parcel was nothing but the sweets which i had got for my grandma. I was just going to my moms native from my dads. And my ivalo build up ethuku, my long time wish was to just drive a car as it had been 6 long months since i had experienced the car drive at 100. And i had to apply the brakes immediately because of a stupid error committed by an auto driver in front. Though i had just driven an Alto, the feel was the same as to fly an aircraft. At last, i reached my grandma's place to experience another shower of love.

Missed!!!

Ithu oru kevalamana -------, but still natpukaaga....summa lulolaiku....

You miss,
They miss.
If you dont miss,
You dont know miss.
Miss is not the Ms,
but Miss is the miss of presence and essence of friendship.


Eppudi!!!!!!!!!!!

Powerful tool for Presentation

After a recent goof up in a presentation, i was just self introspecting as to how to improve my quality of presentations in every possible way.
This just struck my mind. Not sure how far it will help.

Main problem that everyone faces while presenting, is the stage fear and the fear of so many audiences. Even experienced speakers have a little tinge of fear when they go on stage. It is kinda inevitable. But one such tool can really reduce the impact.

It is simple yet a powerful tool.

IMAGINATION.

When you go on stage, just imagine that you are addressing a group of buffoons or a group of cartoon characters. How would it feel to address those cartoon characters. Wont it reduce the tension multifold? Or Just imagine you are standing on the roof top and proposing a girl (for guys. For girls it is the other way. If it is the same, i have no comments.). It can go on and on. Training you mind is difficult, but when done it makes our job much easier.

I am yet to try it out. Go ahead and try it, I am sure it will be fun.

Change -- It matters

The cool breeze kissing your cheeks,
The smell of chicken begging you to eat it,
The taste of chicken challenging the taste buds,
A visual treat in the form of the silent Arabian sea,
The Gateway of India standing tall awaiting its usual flush of visitors,
The beauty of Taj under construction,
Sitting with the police people and the dabba which is supposed to be a bullet proof vehicle to shield them from the so called terrorists (Enna koduma sir ithu),
A chat with a friend recollecting fond memories of my college and work place,
The Adrak ka chai at 3.30 in the morning,
An enlightenment, a bliss, lighting of the intellect.

How important change is. All this i wouldn’t have relished if I had not gone to the Gateway of India with my friend taking a break from the usual routine of college. Well a sudden plan, a sudden decision as usual turned out very well. It just happened – No other best sentence to describe it. We had planned to go to the Marine Drive but my inclination towards food led us towards Bade Miyan on the backside of Taj. We sat for our second stint of dinner and finished it at 1 AM. Recollecting what had happened on the dreaded night of 26/11 at Taj, we just had a lazy walk around the Taj and settled down before the entrance along with the police in charge. We had our casual chat and made our way back home at around 4 in the morning. And as I write this, I am not at all sure whether I will be able to attend tomorrow's lecture at 9 AM. Hopefully because I can’t afford to miss one another good lecture.

P.S --> Just a sheer coincidence that it is the longest day of 2009.