tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947720452097923782011-11-29T15:32:27.834+05:30Don't believe in those who claim that youth is a passing disease that you have to get rid of. Don't believe that maturity is a goal and an asset to go after. Nothing will ever be ready, and dear friends, that's what makes life interesting- Tuula Kallioniemi, Finnish writerThe impulsive RAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-87426073603450608232011-11-29T15:25:00.003+05:302011-11-29T15:32:27.845+05:30

A song that explains a lot about me, and therefore very dear to me.... I used to have it as my brief, although long description on my Orkut page, in those years where social networking was given birth in the form of Orkut and blogs (Facebook did come later, although it washed away the rest along with it , like a Tsunami). Anyways ,I need to post it here, for old times sake!! My life, is

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I guess we need not be perfect, or have things in our own perfect way We can afford to make a few mistakes cos we learn from them.... Failure lets us know how special success and happiness is....

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My first umbrella- a promotion from the sticky, plastic smelly raincoat to the world of colorful umbrellas….. I didn’t require the umpteen sessions of Marketing Management to appreciate the commanding influence of advertising then - The POPY ad Mazha Mazha kuda kuda…. just drove us sisters nuts to a point where we were not ready to hit school without one. And one fine day, my parents come back

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It may not be one of the best, It may not interest you… Some of it may look silly But this blog is my baby..my creation… Yes, it s all out of impulse. And the RAM is me, the ruling Aries!! Wonder why people are jobless enough to spoil someone else’s life I have no interest in anyone else’s life…. Happy if things are fine with the rest of the world, else it’s their problem to solve As for mine,

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My new friend- Anti histaminesMy enemies- weather and (‘god knows which’) food!My constant Companion- Rashes, fashionably called as 'histamines'

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I got out of the metro that was packed like a group of hens taken for slaughter, all grumpy!. The womens compartment has always been like that- impenetrable. Had difficulty in takin out my tail (the duppatta) away from the mob. I was finally out, ready for my regular walk back home, the walk that makes me think!! silly things-…the trip home….family planning….the new recipes to be tried….my dream

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Lucky are the ones who have straight hair…They don’t have to get it straightened, No damages nor expensive treatments, nor hair fallLucky are the ones who are fair….They are called beautiful almost everywhereEven the ones with the worst of ‘features’Lucky are the ones who are not ‘FAT’They can wear anything From fully clothed to ‘almost there’ outfitsLucky are the ones who have not been

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Every year….there was a resolutionA resolution that didn’t see success beyond 3 or 4 days, max a weekEven if it was the smallest of resolutions, like getting up at 6??This year’s differentMy resolution’s to have no resolution at all!!!

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When I made friends,It wasn’t for fun,Nor was it for a period of time…Nor was it based on gender and caste,Nor expecting something in return……….It was…..for a lifetime……………

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No matter what happens throughout the year, Christmas is a time when we oblige to forget all our worries and sorrows, and get set to celebrate.You don’t need to be a follower of Christ to enjoy Christmas. Yes, to me it rings music in the forms of carols, joy to the eyes with the decorations, cribs and twinkling stars everywhere, taste buds tickled with a whole palate of mom’s Xmas goodies and

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Watched Marley and me for the second time yesterday, and all I could think of was my Shepherd Chikku……A word of thanks for the love and companionship- for the patience to listen to my ‘chatter batter’- for the laughs and the clutter- for just being there during some of my most depressing times in my life!!You were a wonderful companion, although neurotic and unruly!!Miss you!!!

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I really wish I had an option to go back...In my Control panel to change settingsTo be bold , and say what was right,and justify itTo fight for what was mine...troubleshootTo redo things that I had done wrong...And repent for things that i cant undo...I wish i could save the most sweet moments in the prime side of my brain...and leave the bitter ones to the Recycle bin...and shift delete the

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The world took a huge twist with Social Networking…Although there were lot of social networks before, Orkut being my first, along with others like Hi5 and a lot more that my ‘grey matter’ just cannot commit to, but then Facebook took the trophy for social NetworkingI was just getting used to Orkut and the gadgets along with it, and then came Facebook. I decided to stick with my first one (in

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The RAM is quite uniqueShe's special, different, weird, misunderstod, innocent yet headstrongOnly another RAM can even partly understand another RAM!!Its not easy to be one, but its still great to be one..Someday...she'll be understood...accepted....wanted..but guess it will be too late to change things!

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Guess the change in a lot of things around have created a lazy halo around me…and the fact that the last few words or thoughts haven’t created the desired effect in my readers made me feel low….but guess what? I don’t really care!!After all, this is my blog…my area…I can write anything here….I am not writing to win a competition…am not giving any political ratings or an intellectual publication..

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Oh, but this life’s a stageAn arena where we need to play our charactersKnowingly, unknowingly, selfishly, selflesslySome tragic, some adventurous, some romantic and peacefulSome quite strenuous, some flexible and effortlessSome adding value to another characterWe perform our roles as artists- amateur or experienced, As hero, heroine, villain or a small supporting role. but even that calls for

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‘I’ll be there for you’ of Rembrandts used to be the exact feeling that I had about friendshipIn fact most of the people around us would agreeParents said ‘keep a distance’- just to ensure that we don’t get hurt But we reprimanded them for saying thatWe were basking in the intimacy with our gang of friendsThe best days spent togetherThe worst days of fighting over thingsAnd the glory of getting

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The period of hibernation is over,With renewed energy, the blogger embarks on another journey…..The hibernation was to concentrate on new things,New things that the body and mind had to get adjustedAdjustment to varied things that the ram was aware ofYet kept aside until the thirteenth hourThe fire in the ram is too powerful for the othersNot that it burns or hurts anyone who draws closerBut the

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I looked at that little piece of jewellery,The round shape that hung on to my ring fingerIt was beautiful yet hard, unique yet strong The hand that was devoid of any form of adornment beforenow had one of the most beautiful stones that earth could produce.I was definitely awed by its beauty and preciousness,But when I first saw and felt it,It wasn’t the value of the stone that I wished for,But a

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Never did I expect the words to bring peace of mind to a soul,Never did I know that I could be sketched with those words,And never did I imagine that these words would finally bring me what I wantedBut yes, this is no more a dream, it’s my REALITY!!Some formation of words, my creations had to go to the fires,I was wrong, and the realization made me remove my false ideas into the deep flames,But i

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The CREEPY shadows are moving away….It looks like the sun has decided to come out of hibernation……………….I see things frozen around me all set to melt and bloomMaybe it’s the in thing in me……or Maybe it’s the experienceI still don’t want to react to any of theseI’m unsure it’ll stay…. and later look like a fiction of my imaginationMaybe it’s the planets around meJupiter moving eastwards, Mars

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When I was let out into the desert,I was not all alone,There were many like me, out for the first time,Yet more confident than me.Many of them, I knew, and many waited to be introduced,We took the trail together….. the journey of life……I was glad they were there through the rough times,And enjoyin each other’s company when the winds were low,We were there for each other, and the bond grew………….

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I was new to that part of the worldA world of words and formation of sentences of ones own likenessIt didnt have to be grammatically correct, nor did it have rules and specificationsYou could just write everything, and there was lot of help technically for freshers like me, to make it look presentableI took to writing, or infact a coloqial word as blogging, at a vulnerale pointa saturation point

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I want to sleep, a dreamless slumberNot the kind that’s been bothering me for a very long time.And keeping me awake for most of the nightsSleeping seemed to be a punishment.Punished with weird dreams, of fear and sorrowsYet I couldn’t remember the torture that I went through when I woke upI consider the ones who sleep well to be the most blessed ones.They forget everything for a few hours,And

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My view about Chennai has just been altered, after realizing the taste that the city holds for theatre. Been for a few plays in the last few months, which was a breath of fresh air after a period of ‘not knowing what to do during weekends’, and then came the big Metroplus Fest. So it was with great enthusiasm and expectation that I went for ‘Love Letters’. And yes, I can still hear those words;

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The rejection hurt…The no appreciation hurt…..The back stab was shocking….The response ‘PRIVACY’ really really hurt….So I tried to detach myself from anything that may end up in these situationsAh, but the potholes. How can I fill them??

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I had to fumble around for a fresh piece of paper to write thisTo write about the first rain of the monsoon in ChennaiThe ever parched earth which took the 43 degrees and beyond,Devoured the sweet drops from heavenThe smell of the rain slicked mud was divine,and the dry leaves shed from their abodeTo leave behind the green shiny onesThe rumble of the thunder didn’t hurt my ears,As it promised me

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I realized that it had finally crept into my lifeI could call it Loneliness or solitude…..Probably I wasn’t used to this feeling beforeSo it felt outlandish when it crawled in without invitation…..Some said it was just the feeling, and nothing else….Some asked me to find a room mateWhile some said it was the right time to tie the knotAnd a few of them tried to help me out of itThey say that there

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The precious little drop of saline water ………..Something which the Almighty poured in abundance to the female generationGuess I was voted to be its brand ambassador …Cos it never stopped flowing………….Despair was just one of the reasons…Anger was another…. Even cranky little jokes could make me cry..Reminiscence into the past being the worst….It crept in for the good and the bad daysSome found it

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I would say ‘never dream’It’s just a temporary cherished desireThis reverie just goes on and on, and you build on it……….You pay heed to all inspirational quotes and proverbs about fulfilled dreams,Successful stories and testimonials….And the stargaze continues… of colors, achievement,…love ……Its just a momentary stage,Of happiness and yearningAnd then, the reality bitesUsually at the wrong

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The infant has completed a year,And the baby received her first gift!!!Thanks dumpo!!!

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As the embers of 2007 are getting prepared to be replaced by a fresh 2008,The world waits in anticipation and elation for the year that is approaching,Though every year-end brings a lot of negative energy,In the form of tsunami, earthquake and terror attacksEach soul tries to bury the past along with the year,and plants the new seed of hope in their hearts.Giant barricades are erected to cloud

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I’m getting bored of penning the records of ‘troubled waters’I’ve been craving to write about a whole lot of thingsBut the mind refuses to move there………………….It’s stuck here, in the gloomy spot.Its there, all of themThe Ideas, colors, happy days, friends, family and forever crushesI sit down to write about themAnd record them forever in the cyber spaceBut the grey matter refuses to budge out of

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It’s my first trip home after my relocation……and after a very long time- a month (he he). A little later than this, and I would lose the oomph to carry me forward, so it’s a revamp program- this trip of mine to the native.Unfortunately or fortunately, the day of arrival is a harthal/ bandh. I’m not sure if there would be stone showers or other crazy things as soon as I touch the soil. I crossed

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Mistakes…all of us make them…………..Confessing or pledging not to repeat it………….Alas… we never keep our words..we still go back to our confessions and promisesMistakes………big mistakes…..some of them change us completely….........Opening our then naked eyes to things that were always there,yet chosen to avoid or discard,and now made to realize the danger of giving in to the mistake once again….But I…

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It’s been 4 plus years in Bangalore and the city has become a home away from home. The 2 years of struggle in college and another 2 years struggle in corporate, all mixed with the sweet and bitter memories that friends and foes have given. I could say its been an action packed package altogether!!! A metamorphosis from the cocoon unaware of the world around it to the well developed butterfly, all

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The numbers of blogs are increasing in number, as I am jobless right now, and I use these idle hours/ moments to pen down my thoughts, that jus come and go. And when you are jobless, the mind wanders; and mine wanders thru the days of joys and sorrows, and instead of concentrating more on the blissful days rather than the duller ones, I wander to those depressing days in my life- and is that the

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Hoi!! Finally I have fulfilled the dream of traveling by air. All Thanks to the ‘god’s gift to the middle class people’- Low cost airlines! The trip from Bangalore to Chennai in ‘Spicejet’, though a short trip, helped me take in all the pleasures of the ride. From the check-in, the boarding pass and the security checks, all which were only observed in movies and television till date, all seemed

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(a small change made to the quite acclaimed song of Pink Floyd to describe my current status)Weekdays:Ticking away the moments that make up a dull dayI fritter and waste the office hours in an off hand wayKicking around on a piece of training material in the officeWaiting for someone or something to show me the wayWeekends:Tired of lying in the bed and watching TV all the timeI am young and life

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June 2nd broke a lot of records.- The longest wait outside the entrance area – 2 hours- The highest price ever paid by me for a concert ticket!!! My parents would require medical attention if they ever heard abt the price I paid for the ticket. The earlier generation can never understand the reason behind it (wink!)- Screams of acknowledgment and joy that irritated the fellow creatures around me,

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A change in shades, a new look and feelYes, that’s my blog we’re talking aboutSomething to brighten the dampened spiritsThat gets reflected on my e-diary tooAnd hey, it already looks betterOpinions might differ,But now, I care less,All that fills me is a sense of peaceAnd of mixing and matching my favorites

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Friends………………………………Who bring meaning to your life,Who bring out the best and the worst in you (he he!!!!)Who are around at the most important of timesYet……………………………….......When they hurt us, we forget to realize the meaning of life,Creates a superlative’s superlative of ‘loss’And you are no more the same

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I can’t explain what’s running thru my mind now!!! Gosh!!! I rarely experience such bizarre conditions.I want to write, yet the words refuse to flow as it used to when I started blogging, a point when I was wedded to strong words!!It isn’t a melancholy state, but a strange mood that veils me away from the world around me and disturbs my normal state of mind. What hath brought me to the stage of …

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Cochin has always surprised me with its exotic locations and styles and the salty air. Thought the heat is excruciating, I never let myself be within the air conditioned rooms of my uncle’s abode. I demand my friends to take me out, and show me the places that I have visited hundreds of times, yet every time I go there once more, there’s something new and refreshing about them. But the most

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Off late, I’ve realized that I write my heart out when I m at my worst!!!!But, I guess, I don’t wanna write so well, I can be away from pain and numbness, at least for a while!!!

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Flippin through my old photographs,And a rewind of my memory,Brings back a whole lot of mixed expressionsIt’s yesterday once moreSome are worth remembering,Bringing one of my best smiles, running up till my earsSome which can never be ripped apart,But which will always dampen the cheekI look back once againAll my memoriesComing back clearly to me,like a toddler to its mother.I recall the pain,

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Legend has it that the holiday ‘Lupercalia’ became ‘Valentine's Day’ after a priest named Valentine. Valentine was a priest in Rome at the time Christianity was a new religion. The Emperor at that time, Claudius II, ordered the Roman soldiers NOT to marry or become engaged. Claudius believed that as married men, his soldiers would want to stay home with their families rather than fight his wars (

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I used to have the following quote in my orkut initially-“When I find myself fading, I close my eyes and realize my friends are my energy”A perfect example to testify the quote- our trip to Talakadu and Shivanasamudram!The date of the Alumni day! A reunion for the Batch 9 of XIME, and a chance to meet my NRK (Non-resident Karnataka) friends who never had a gang name!The trip, the day before the

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What can i name this phase that I’m passing through?Look at me, all bewildered and muddled up!My future is masked by a fear which I can’t define,Sunshine is far away; clouds still linger on,Will it pass? Will I get back the sunshine?Everything I possessed - the ‘oomph’ and the smiles,are quite distant to me now.I feel like my mind is giving up on me slowly.Is this craziness???The world is a

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I’m still pondering over what has happened in the ‘Big Brother’ reality show. The alleged racist slurs by Jade Goody to Shilpa Shetty have made the show very popular. And our very dear Ms. Shilpa Shetty, had expressed her shock and surprise at the state of the modern world, and called it shameful. Though I support Shilpa’s comment, I would also like to remind that she’s part of a reality show,

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yesterday...........................................all my troubles seemed so far away,Now it looks as though they're here to stayOh, i believe in yesterday.Suddenly, i'm not half the man i used to be,There's a shadow hanging over me.Oh, yesterday came suddenly....How appropriate for my current situation, wonder how Beatles could anticipate it earlier????

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