Raksha Bandhan ???

Raksha Bandhan  ???

Last week, few of my friends asked me as to why I was still wearing the raksha bandhan rakhis to my hand. I usually wear them until the next raksha bandhan, which means that I wear them for an entire year, or until it cuts by itself. There is a belief that, the longer the rakhi stays in ur hand, the more good it is for you. It may be in the form of ur sister's blessings for your well-being. The name raksha bandhan itself tells that the sacred rakhi is tied for the raksha of the brothers.

I remembered an unforgettable incident in my life dealing with raksha bandhan, when my friends asked me about the rakhi bands i still wore. Usually, i get 4-5 bands tied on my hand on every occasion, 1 being tied by my sister and rest being tied by my cousins. I'm very lucky to have them as sisters in this aspect.

It so happened that one of my elder cousin, who didn't have any brothers, started tying this rakhi band to me from the time i was born. She was given so much respect that, she used to tie the band to me even before my sister tied the band to me. Every year it was the same. She would come home early morning with rakhi and sweets, before i left for the school and tie it to me before my sister tied. I also loved her for her care towards me.

From the time I was born, till the time I was 19yrs old, she tied the band to me. But at that point of time, it happened that some misunderstanding arised in her family on our family. On that raksha bandhan day, she didn't come to tie the rakhi to me. I'd waited for her till noon for her to come, without going to college. Since she didn't come even by that time, my mom called her and asked her as to why she hadn't come yet. We were shocked to hear her cruel wordings. She was not the same person as the one she was before. She had changed entirely. Her mindset was completely different. She had completely forgotten the way my mom used to take care of her when she used to come to our house. Most of the times, until she finished her schooling, she used to often come and stay in our house. She used to stay so many days that, one of my neighbour had asked my mom whether we have adopted her. She had forgotten everything about the care my mom had taken towards her. From that year onwards, until now, she hasn’t come to tie the rakhi band to me. Moreover, she hasn’t spoken to me at all…

So, one thought in my mind… Never ever give anyone so much respect which they don’t deserve… Respect them, only if they respect you…

Love the fascinating Petrol smell ???

Love the fascinating Petrol smell ???

These days, the most we hate is the smoke coming from the pollution. There is lot of traffic, especially in cities like namma Bengaluru. Even though the smoke smell is horrible, some of them like the smell of petrol and kerosene. During my school days, even I used to like their smell.

I used to take the private van to school, since our school doesn't have their own vans or buses. After all the classes got over, me and my cousin, who travelled in the same van, would go to the back entrance of the school and wait for our van there. This guy used to make 2 trips- one at 330pm and other at 430pm. Our classes left at 4. So we had to take the 2nd trip. Everyday we used to wait for 15-20min at the back gate for our van to arrive. During this time, we used to do some stupid things.

There were many private vans and auto rickshaws there at the back gate to pick up other children. Among them, some were new autos and some old ones. For us, the smoke coming from the autos was very fascinating, especially from the older autos. I used to stand at one end of the road and my cousin at the other end. As soon as the auto starts, we used to run behind them just to know if the smoke had a good smell. In case one of them liked it, he would call the other and both of us would run behind that auto until we could run. After the auto moved far from us, we used to come back to  the same place where we stood and wait for the next auto. In case we didn't like the smell, we used to look for another auto.

Those days we used to run for feeling the fascinating fragrance of the smoke coming out of those vehicles. But now, we hate to even go out in pollution. Even though these things sound stupid to us now, we never forget the stuffs we did in our school days.

Want to know how to make money ??

Time and Money Making

Last week, I’d been to Tirupati to visit the Lord Venkateshwara temple with my family. Lots and lots of devotees had gathered due to the 1^st Saturday of ‘shravaNa maasa’. I hadn’t seen such a crowd till this time in my previous visits there. The heavy rainfall added more chaos to it. But all these chaos didn’t stop us from visiting the temple. The Lord’s ‘darshan’ went well. During the visit to the temple, I noticed one thing regarding the employees at the temple premises :

There are various security checks and other ticket-related checks while entering the temple. One such check was to count the number of people specified in the ticket and return back the acknowledgement. This checking was just before entering the ‘jail’, where the devotees are made to sit for long hours before letting to enter inside the temple. There were 5 guys there, just to tear the ticket and return the acknowledgement. At first, I didn’t understand why 5 people are needed for returning the acknowledgement. As guessed, there was something more happening there.

The person who was returning the acknowledgement was taking a bribe and all the 5 were to share the amount. The reason for taking that bribe was that, those who didn’t want to sit in those boxes called ‘jail’ had to pay him Rs. 50 per head. He would let them enter the temple queue without making to sit in those boxes. That queue would directly lead to the other side of the queue, without the need to sit there for ‘n’ number of hours.

The advantage ??

It would save atleast 2 hours time. I was shocked to know that such a kind of accepting a bribe is going on inside the temple premises. The most interesting thing I found was the amount which they collected by accepting that bribe.

Lets assume that in an hour, minimum 10 such people pay bribe and enter the queue. That means,

10 x 50 = Rs. 500 per hour.

Lets assume that they ‘work’ there for 10 hours. So,

          Rs. 500 x 10hrs = Rs. 5000 per day.

This amount is shared equally by those 5 people there. This means that each person gets Rs. 1000 per day leading to Rs. 30,000 per month(other than getting their salaries).

What job they do ??

Just tear the ticket and returning the acknowledgement !! This also, one person does this just for 2 hrs a day.

This was just an estimate made by considering only 10 people per hour pay the bribe. But there are thousands of devotees entering the temple every hour and I guess a minimum of 500 such people per day pay bribe, in order to save time. So it comes upto 7.5lacs per month, which means a whopping 1.5lac per person per month !!!!!!!!

Anybody ready to take up this job ??

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An experience on my first day @ Infy MyDC

Celebrating 1^st year @ Infosys

An experience on my first day @ Infy MyDC

12^th July 2009 – This was my reporting date at Infosys Mysore. It was around 12pm I decided to leave my house at namma Bengaluru to begin my corporate journey (training) at Mysuru. My mom, dad, brother and my cousin all decided to drop me to the Heritage City. We all decided to go in our car. As I was about to leave my house, I saw all over my home sweet home. Then, I called up my grand-parents to inform them that I’m leaving to Mysore. I could hear them being a bit sad that I would be staying far from my house for the first time. Anyways, they were happy for me that I would be starting my career. As we were about to leave, my mom started weeping. She was so much worried as to how I would stay alone and look after myself for around 6 months at Mysore. I and my father calmed her and finally we left to Mysore.

       We reached Mysore in around 3hrs and then headed towards the huge 343acre campus of the great organization – Infosys. There was a long queue near the gate where all the new trainees were standing for entering the campus. The luggage checking and some document verification were going on at the entrance of the gate. We quickly had some food outside the campus. Then, my parents accompanied me till the gate and waited for me to enter the campus. Finally, I entered the campus with my luggage. The first thing I saw there was the huge monument called the GEC 2- Global Education Center. Next, I found an interesting dome-like structure – it was the Multiplex, where they played latest Hindi and English movies on the weekends. It was almost like a mini city. I saw few of my friends waiting in the queue. After waiting for around 2hrs in the burning sun, I reached my Hostel room.

I’d got my room key – B92 128. This building #92 was at the farthest corner of the campus. All the guys got single rooms and the ladies got shared rooms. As soon as I entered my room, I was astonished to see that it was not like an ordinary hostel. It was more like a star hotel. The room was well furnished with all the facilities that one would wish. It was an AC room with a neatly arranged bed with a clean blanket and a bath-towel. There was a study table with study lamp, a huge wardrobe, two extra drawers next to the bed, LCD Television, hot water kettle with packets of milk powder, sugar, tea bag and coffee powder. There was also an attached bathroom with 24hrs hot water supply. I was very glad to see this superb room. I wasn’t expecting that the hostels would be so nice and clean. I was very happy and quickly took some pics to show it to my parents, who were still waiting for me near one of the food courts. Meanwhile, my brother and my cousin waited outside the campus, since only parents were allowed to enter the campus.

The campus was so huge that, going from hostel to the classrooms took half an hour by walk. There were around 3000 cycles all over the campus for 12000+ trainees. There were lots of Ladybird cycles there and a very few Hercules cycles. I quickly took one of the cycles standing outside my hostel and started heading towards my parents. It was a pink ladybird cycle. I drove fast in the pollution-free campus which had very neatly tarred roads. My hostel was newly built at that time and some painting work was going on outside the hostel on the foot-paths. After riding for around 5 minutes, I parked my cycle near the Multiplex. I asked 2-3 security guards standing there to show me the way to the food court where my parents were waiting. Now, I walked for about 5 more minutes and reached the food court. After searching for some time, I found my parents there. They were having some snacks in the meantime. They too were very happy after seeing the awesome campus and the pics of my hostel room. There was also an open amphitheatre just outside the food court. There was some discussion going there. I was amazed to see one of the most important people there. It was none other than Mr. NR Narayana Murthy – the chairperson of Infosys. It was the first time I was seeing that great person.

My parents were about to leave now as it was getting late. Also, there were my brother and cousin still waiting outside the campus. I accompanied them till the gate and bid good-bye. I went back to my room and started unpacking my luggage. I kept all my belongings in the wardrobe and was only thinking as to how the training will be for the next few months of my stay at Infosys.

This was my experience on the first day at Infosys MyDC – Mysore DC. I completed one year at Infosys now. Infy – the place to be…  :-)  :-)

ಅಮ್ಮ, ಅಮ್ಮ, ಐ ಲವ್ ಯೂ...

ಅಮ್ಮ

ಕೋಮಲವಾದ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳು ತೆರೆಯಿತು ಪುಟ್ಟ ಕಂದ,

ಆ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳಿಂದಲೇ ಹರಿಯಿತು ಮುತ್ತಿನಂತಹ ಕಣ್ಣೀರು,

ಅದೇ ವೇಳೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕೇಳಿತು ಆ ಕಂದಮ್ಮ ಅಳುವ ಸಿಹಿ ಧ್ವನಿ,

ಆ ಧ್ವನಿ ಕೇಳಿ ಮುಗುಳ್ನಕ್ಕಿದವಳೇ ಅಮ್ಮ.

ತನಗೆ ನೋವಾದರೂ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಕೊಡುವವಳೇ ಅಮ್ಮ,

ತಪ್ಪು ಮಾಡಿದರೂ ಕ್ಷಮಿಸುವವಳೇ ಅಮ್ಮ,

ತಾನು ತಿನ್ನದಿದ್ದರು ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ತಿನ್ನಿಸುವವಳೇ ಅಮ್ಮ,

ತಾನು ನೆನೆದರೂ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಸುರಕ್ಷೆ ನೀಡುವವಳೇ ಅಮ್ಮ.

ನಮ್ಮ ಮೊದಲ ಪಾಠ ಕಲಿಸಿದವಳೇ ಅಮ್ಮ,

ಟೀಟೆ ಮಾಡಿದಾಗ ಮೊದಲ ಏಟನ್ನು ನೀಡಿದವಳೇ ಅಮ್ಮ,

ಮೊದಲ ಪದಗಳನ್ನು ಹೇಳಿಕೊಟ್ಟವಳೇ ಅಮ್ಮ,

ನಮಗೆ ನೋವಾದಾಗ ಹೇಳುವ ಮೊದಲ ಪದವೇ ಅಮ್ಮ.

ತನ್ನ ಕಂದ ಎಷ್ಟೇ ಬೆಳೆದರು, ಪುಟ್ಟ ಕಂದ ಎಂದು ಭಾವಿಸುವವಳೇ ಅಮ್ಮ,

ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಮೀರಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುವವಳೇ ಅಮ್ಮ,

ತನ್ನ ಕಂದನಿಂದ ಏನನ್ನು ಬಯಸದೇ, ಬರಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯನ್ನು ಬಯಸುವವಳೇ ಅಮ್ಮ,

ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯನ್ನು ವರ್ಣಿಸಲು ಪದಗಳೇ ಸಿಗುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ ಓ ನನ್ನ ಅಮ್ಮ.

Golden days of Life - Childhood days

Unforgettable Childhood days

       During my childhood days, I had a hobby of planting plants in my house. We had lot of pots in our house and my mom used to take care of all very well. I also loved to water the plants and I was assigned the duty of watering plants every day, after I came back from school. I loved the fresh smell of the mud when water fell on it. It was very pleasant to see the variety of insects and bugs which used to stay in the leaves of the plants and the fun in killing some of them.

          I used to plant variety of plants by collecting whatever kind of seeds I could get. The plant which I liked to grow the most was the Mango plant, during my Summer Holidays. I remembered this incident when I was eating the fruit of the season – Mango. When there were lots of empty pots available, I used to collect the mango seeds from my mom, dad and bro and plant 2 seeds in a single pot. I was also looking after those daily and used to check how much it has grown. Like this, I was planting 4-5 seeds every summer. It used to grow beautifully. I still remember my dad using the leaves from those plants and using them on occasion of festivals. I also used to plant coriander, lemon, tomato, rose, mint and tried out with whatever seed I used to get. It was a very long time, almost 6-7yrs since I planted any plant. Yesterday, I planted a mango seed in one of the pot. This reminded me of those childhood days, which all of cherish even today. The touch of the wet mud, making sufficient way for the seed to fit in, and again covering all the mud with bare hands was a good feeling.
          However busy we are, we still remember those golden days of our life, where we played a lot, enjoyed to the core without any tension, nothing to take care of, no responsibilities, no worries(except about our exams), the pranks we played and many more… Surely, Childhood days are the most memorable days of our lives…

For all those Engineers who are Relaxing on Bench :o) :o)

ಸುಂದರ ಕನಸುಗಳ ಕಟ್ಟಿ ನೋಡಲು ಬಂದೆ ಈ ಪ್ರಪಂಚ,

ಯೋಚಿಸೆ ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ ಮುಂದೆ ಏನ್ ಆಗದೀರಬಹುದೆಂದು ಕೊಂಚ,

ಅರಿವೇ ಇಲ್ಲದೇ ಮಾಡಿದಾದರೂ ನನ್ನ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಚಕ್ರವ್ಯೂಹದಂತಹ ಸಂಚ,

ತೋರಿಸಿದರು ಕೊನೆಗೆ ಎಂದೂ ಕಾಣದ, ಮರೆಯಲಾಗದ Bencha Bencha...

P.S.: This poem is  written by one of my friend for all those engineers who are in Bench.

How To Save A Scratched CD ??

How To Save A Scratched CD ??

          How could smearing a paste on the surface of your CD save the data that lies within? Why not just dip your CD in ketchup, jelly or dish soap for that matter? The truth about the toothpaste claim comes out when you take a look at how a CD actually works.

          Each of the major layers of a typical CD are displayed here. When you flip over a CD and hold it up to the light to look for a scratch, what you’re looking at is the “thick” Polycarbonate Plastic Layer. The word thick in used, because it is 1.2 mm.

Now, when you play a cd , you are actually reading it using the Laser light . The data in a cd is arranged in terms of pits and lands (analogous to 1's and 0's) in Aluminum Layer. So the data is not stored in the outer layer of the cd as many think but in one of the inner layers.

If you follow the path of the laser beam through the clear plastic layer, you’ll see that it strikes the aluminum (or reflective) layer. This layer bounces the light directly back to the CD reader. As the CD spins, the time it takes for the light to reflect and return tells your CD ROM whether or not there’s a “pit” or “land” (Obviously the time taken for light to come back from a pit is more).

As the CD spins and the laser is busy scanning the pit data pattern along each track and decoding the information, when it hits a significant scratch in the polycarbonate surface, the laser beam is deflected just enough so that the pit data pattern is misread.

Now, normally for very small or occasional scratches, this isn’t a huge deal because the data on the CD and the CD drive circuitry has an integrated error-checking code system to handle the occasional misread bit here and there. However, when the scratch is significant enough so that the laser beam misreads a large batch of the track, the disk either skips or becomes unreadable.

Toothpaste To The Rescue :

A lot of people testify that rubbing toothpaste (either with a soft cloth or a cotton swab) along the scratch has the ability to correct the problem described above. Does this really work, and if so – why? The answer is: Yes. It works, and it works well.

First, when you place a dab of toothpaste on the scratch (preferably baking soda or other “gritty” paste, not gel) and rub the paste into the scratch from the center of the CD outward, you are essentially “sanding” down the imperfection on the surface of the polycarbonate plastic layer. By sanding away the imperfection, you’re removing deflection of the laser beam, and by doing so you’re correcting the problem. Of course, before you attempt to do a “toothpaste buff,” always make sure to wash off any dust and fingerprints from the surface of the CD.

Now dry it off with a soft cloth, and always wipe the CD starting from the center and outward toward the outer edge of the CD. This will reduce the chance that you’ll introduce any additional scratches across multiple tracks. Once the CD is clean and dry, you’re ready to buff the surface with toothpaste.

Apply again a dab of paste (not gel) to a cotton swab or soft cloth and apply it directly to the scratch. Rub the toothpaste in small circles (like you’re buffing a car) along the length of the scratch.

After a while, you’ll notice that while you’ve created some very fine surface scratches, the deeper scratch has either grown faint or entirely disappeared. Don’t apply too much force when you’re “sanding” the scratch – a gentle circular motion is all you need to buff it away. When you’re satisfied that the scratch is either gone or reduced enough to make a difference, put the CD through another gentle rinse and dry.

And thus it is possible to fix a scratched CD with toothpaste!

Memorable Golden days at MyDC

Memorable Golden days at MyDC… Missing them a lot…

       It was on 24^th December, Thursday morning when I start packing my luggage to leave my room at MyDC. I got up a bit late, with no mood to leave my room. I met all my friends the previous night at Oasis Food Court and we all enjoyed that final night at MyDC (Mysore DC) chatting, teasing and discussing all important as well as unwanted stuff. That night is the most memorable one. We took pictures, hugged each other, laughed and laughed for the jokes created by friends, played Dumbsharacts, got whistles from security guards for making noise and finally came the time to leave the FC.  

       I started packing my luggage by dumping whatever I found. I finished all the packing by 1:30pm. I then had lunch and came back to my room for checking out from there. I was feeling sad to leave my room, which had become my home for the past 6 months. I saw the Samsung LCD TV, the kettle which v used for making all kind of stuff, my Black Color Infosys Mug, the study table, the study lamp, the bed, the sofa, the chair, the Infosys Clock, the non-working AC, the telephone which I had got just 3 days back, the safety locker which I had got only on that day, the wardrobe, the Infosys towel, the large mirror – I looked at all these and felt sad to leave my room. Anyways, for one last time, I saw through the window and finally locked my room. The house-keeping guy Nanjundappa helped me in keeping my bags outside my building. I finally kept my luggage in the luggage van and reached the reception block.

       I was not feeling to return my room keys there. But anyways, I gave my room keys and my multiplex card to the lady over there at the reception and finally got my Black tag from the security guard. My friends came to meet me there and finally said Good-Bye. We were 4 of us - Shanmuga, Nagarjun, Sridhar and me, leaving in a cab. Our cab Tavera came at 5:30pm, and finally I started to leave the awesome campus. I felt very sad to leave the campus at that moment. Each time I went home in the weekend, I felt very happy. But this was the first time I felt very sad, going back home. I even searched my pockets for the room keys suddenly and then, I remembered that I had returned them back.

       I was thinking only about the Mysore campus while returning home. The Loyal world where we got all our stuffs, the saloon, the ECC building, the gymnasium, the table-tennis hall, the snooker pool, the bowling alley, the badminton courts, the yoga room, the carom room, the cricket playground, the basket-ball court, the Multiplex, the bridge we used to cross to reach to reach our GEC, the ATM counters, the swimming pool, the tennis courts, the library, the palace-like cave called GEC2, the food courts, the Gazebo, the triangle-like ILI building, the blow of whistles by the security guards, the red Hercules cycles, the pink Ladybird cycles, the 3 hour long time spent to buy tickets at the multiplex, the late birthdays we celebrated at night, and last but not the least, our classrooms at the GEC where we spent most of our time.

       But anyways, I’m very happy that I came back to namma Bengaluru, my hometown. My mom had prepared lots of eatables and I enjoyed them a lot… My bro who was feeling alone those days started dancing with joy for me :o)

      

       ℓιƒє яσ¢кѕ αт ηαммα ιηƒσѕyѕ - вєηgαℓυяυ  :o) :o)

Why do people irritate others ???

Irritating people

          This incident happened in my 10^th standard. All the school-leaving students had been taken to Woodlands resort for a One-day party. We all had our breakfast, played some games, took photographs of each other, teased friends, sang and danced with lots of joy. By the time we did all this, it was afternoon. All our teachers told us that we can go to the swimming pool to play and cool ourselves, since it was too hot as summer was fast approaching. My friends and I removed our shoes, took all the necessary costumes and got ready. We were ready to jump into the water for playing. One side of the pool, the water was quite deep and the other side, not much. I didn’t know how to swim, but still I wanted to play in that water   :o)

       When all of us were ready to jump into the pool for playing, one of my friend: “Uday Simha”, told that he had forgot his swimming wear and wanted to borrow from someone. He was an irritating fellow (atleast for me) and used to always irritate people. Now, this friend of mine started asking me to finish playing asap & lend my swimming wear to him. I didn’t want to lend him, as I wanted to enjoy the remaining time in pool itself. But this fellow wouldn’t leave me. He came wherever I went (like the Hutch Network :D ) following me.

       Atlast, he went out of sight and I was very happy. My friends knew swimming and few of them started jumping/diving into the pool. I was watching people jumping and swimming for a while. By looking at them, I also ran and jumped into the pool (without realizing that I didn’t know how to swim). It was late that I realized that I was actually drowning… My friends who were playing in the pool also didn’t realize that I was drowning.

       Now came my irritating friend (The Hero at that moment, I can say) asking for my swim-wear. Even he didn’t know that I was drowning. He simply lifted me from the pool and started demanding my swim-wear. I was feeling so much frightened, that I gave him my swim-wear and sat quietly for some time.

       I got this thought when I remembered that I’d irritated one of my friends recently. So I felt that, “IF SOMEBODY IRRITATES YOU A LOT, THEN SOMETHING GOOD IS GOING TO HAPPEN FROM THEM”. No matter if you like that person or not, it surely won’t harm you in anyway…  :o)  :o)

Two Years Ago on 09-04-2008

Two Years Ago on 09-04-2008

          Today, the 9^th of April, is an unforgettable day in my life. I was in the sixth semester two yrs ago, on this very same day. This is a special day to me and my friends. What’s so special about this ??

          --The Speciality—

          It was on this day that I became a member of a new family called “Infosys”. It was on this day that Infosys had come to our college for recruitment of freshers. This day is a very special day in my life.

          It was a fine Wednesday morning. It was the first time I’d went early to college. It was 7:45am when I and my friends reached college. We were eagerly waiting for the Infy officials to start the recruitment process. It was the second company which had come to our college after TCS. I and my friends were very disappointed for not getting placed in TCS and we were very eager to join this company. We had been preparing well for the written aptitude round from around a week. Finally started the recruitment process.

          First, the officials gave us the application forms and also the instructions to fill the form. It was the first time I saw this process being conducted so methodically. The TCS recruitment which had happened was done without proper flow in their process. We filled the form with various details and moved to give the aptitude test.

          There was a written round containing aptitude questions, some numerical problems and English vocabulary. I felt the English section very easy. The aptitude part was also ok. It was almost 1:30pm when the written test got over. Now was the time to decide my luck. We waited for around an hour for the results to be declared. That day, none of my friends had their lunch. Finally came the time of announcing the results of the first round. I was very happy to hear my name announced in the results list, though some of my friends were not able to make it up.

          Next was the HR round, which went on very smoothly. All the HR officials were very friendly with us. Since it was my first interview, I was a bit nervous. The HR round was just for 15 minutes. All of the selected students finished their interviews by 5pm. I finished my interview by 3:30pm and was just waiting for the results to be announced, without eating the whole day.

          Finally, after a long wait, the results were declared at 7pm. A total of 107 students got selected and were filled with joy. I was so much happy that I couldn’t believe that my name was being called out in the final list. I also asked one of my friends whether my name was really called out or not.  

          I was regretting why I didn’t get placed in TCS.But now, I don't. Proud to be an Infoscion. 
          Life Rocks At ನಮ್ಮ Infy, ನಮ್ಮ Bengaluru...   :o)   :o)    :o)

Money, Love, Life (MLL)

Money, Love, Life (MLL)

          The 3 things which play an important role in all our lives, in some or the other way are :

1)    M -> Money
2)   L -> Love
3)   L -> Life itself

MONEY –The more money you have, the more problems arise. Money is good only if we have how much is required. Excess money results in losing everything, except money.

LOVE – Love is necessary in all our lives. Love should be given and taken, only if it is required. Excess love results in losing the people whom we love and care.

LIFE – Life itself plays an important role with us. Many things change from time to time, including the people around us. People change themselves according to the changes happening with MONEY and LOVE. People become too selfish and greedy, as and when there is more MONEY and more LOVE. This leads in losing the relationships by the misunderstandings created.

In general, ANYTHING IN EXCESS IS NOT GOOD……

ಅಮೃತನು ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಕುಡಿದರೆ ಅದು ವಿಷ ಆಗತ್ತೆ...

Women

Women

            Women – are the most important people in all our lives, be it in the form of grandmother, mother, sister, wife or a friend. They have an important role to play in all our lives. They face lots of difficulties in life than Men face. Woman is considered as the living Goddess. Mother takes care of her children, the grandmother takes care of the entire family, a sister loves her siblings, a wife looks after her husband for her lifetime and a friend becomes a part of our life.

           

          I took this topic for this reason: I see a lot of pregnant ladies in our campus. They have to take care of lot of things. Firstly, they have to take care of their child more than taking care of themselves. Secondly, they need to concentrate on their work, even while looking after themselves. Thirdly, they have to look after their family after going home. Last, but not the least, they have to concentrate on themselves as what food they have to eat and precautions needed. This reminds me of how my mother would have taken care of herself before I was born, how she looked after me in my childhood(and also now J ), how she cares for me till this age, how she overcomes the various difficulties faced in the family, etc. etc… She takes care of me more than she cares for herself. Whatever I’m today is all because of my mother’s care. This happens with all the mothers and their children.

           

          There can be a bad child. But you won’t find a bad mother in any part of the world. A child may not take care of his mother properly. But, a mother always cares for her children, all the time, be it in the most difficult situation as well. This blog is for all you ladies who care for others, more than yourselves.

Playing Pranks

An incident on Fool’s Day 2005

I remember one incident which happened 5 yrs ago during my 2nd PU board exams. We had just completed our Botany exams on 31st March, 2005. I and my friends had studied Biology with great difficulty the whole year, with those complicated tree diagrams, plants structure, mitosis, meosis (all in a confused way) and all types of creatures in Zoology. It was the most difficult of all the subjects, we felt. We really hated that subject. Somehow, with great difficulty, we completed this hating subject and were expecting good results.

On April 1st, we had Mathematics exam. Preparations were in full swing with me and my friends, as it was the most favorite subject for us. I got up early in the morning and started revising that subject. Suddenly, I remembered that it was fools’ day. I thought of playing a prank on one of my friend, Shashi Shekar.

I sent him a message that there was Botany re-exam in the coming days, as the papers had been leaked out. I told him that it was also put up in the newspaper. He was really shocked for this news and maybe was also cursing to write the same hating subject once again. However, after sometime I told him that I’d fooled him. He’d really got scared and immediately called me and asked me if I’d got time to fool him on an examination day. Though I played this prank, he also enjoyed becoming a fool :o)

I reminded him of this incident and he still feels happy of becoming a fool on that particular exam day.

Any incident or a prank which makes us happy is always remembered. :o)