Short Circuit - Day 14

Continued from day 13 . . . . 38, 44, 32, 43, 52, 55. . . . . . These are not any metric sizes or measure or anything. These are the age of people who are going to sit with me in my coupe. Corrupted by movies my naughty mind went straight to look at the reservation chart that was put up outside the train compartment. I had a confirmed ticket in coach S10 but still I couldn t control my anxiety to see if any beautiful girl is gonna sit in my coupe. when I reached my seat the uncles and aunties welcomed me. Am I in the right place? Is it a old age home or a train? Disappointed but still didn't lose hope. After an hour into the journey I went in search of food towards the pantry car. There was a small surprise, a moderate beauty was sitting in the last coupe of our compartment but still she was out of focus. I gave up no more hopes for tonight. I didnt expect such a boring night. My expectations of a film like train journey was in waters. Chennai has really gone dry in all aspects due to this summer.

                     Had a good sleep because of tiredness but woke up early. I was already in kerala but two more hours of journey to reach the place where I have to get down. Looked out of the window I could see fantastic scenaries all around. Everywhere you see there is greenry. Tempted by the nature I took out my camera and went towards the compartment entrance door. I was focusing the beautiful scenes out there. A station came, "Ernakulam town". I was still focusing the station, train, coffee vendors etc., with my camera, suddenly a feminine figure came into focus. A beautiful girl in checked green salwar kameez entered the S10 coach. I was stunned for a minute. she sat in a coupe next to the coupe where I was seated but she was very much in focus. Believe me she was simply classic. She had very sharp features. Big round eyes., the black eyeliner made it even more beautiful. Sharp nose and flawlesly glowing skin. She looked very simple but very attractive without much addons like those we see in the movies.

                                                     I thought to take a snap of her in my camera but, that was completely against my ethics. I would have taken hundreds of snap of her with my blinking eyes by now . All registered safely in my mind. Wow! the morning has turned out to be beautiful unlike yesterdays boring night. My station was nearing I will have to get down soon. This joy is gonna be short lived. Hmmm... may be this is just the teaser. A lot may be coming my way in this beautiful land. Fantasies are always interesting than reality as they say, but I may differ from this and say "not always". I got down from the train. A gorgeous blue sky and wonderful weather welcomed me into this piece of land claimed to be Gods own country. It has got greenry everywhere in all aspects :-) here I come. . .. . ( the first connection got short circuited but still I kept saying to myself the old school thought " a thing of beauty is joy forever").

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The Journey Begins - Day 13

Wow! it feels so exciting, I am at Chennai central now. More than an hour to go before my train says good bye to Chennai. Fortunately I found a seat in the passengers waiting area. I could find all sorts of people here, one guy in his 30's in full formal attire with a tie hanging around his neck ( I don't think its a good idea for this time of the year in Chennai. It's hot, stinking hot thanks to the non stop sweat) was working with his laptop. On the other side I could see a family of 8 consisting two generations of people preparing their bed on the floor of the railway station., and myself gazing around people. This is what I love about railway stations people from all walks of life come here. People with all sorts of economic backgrounds, religions, regions etc. Railway stations and trains are good examples of India's diversity (unless something disturbing happens like the 26/11 Mumbai attack. Then all passengers will be scanned from underwear to hair clip and a sense of suspicion prevails over everybody. Everyone looks like a terrorist to our eyes). Nothing to worry now all cool and calm here (I didn't mean the weather) expecting an exciting train journey now.
                                                                    I have grown up watching bollywood, kollywood, mollywood. The list goes on.... Ok, to be precise all the wood's movies. I have seen this particular scene that most of the time when the hero boards the train he finds a beautiful girl sitting opposite to him. I have made innumerable train journeys now. Till now no signs of beautiful girl's anywhere near my compartment. I hate people when they say films replicate our real life. I will never agree with it, at least never with this train romance scene. My train will cry now with a huge noise and steams will come out of its ears calling me to board it. Hmmm I hope my train journey will be exciting, I also expect some beautiful girl to sit next to me or opposite to me (whatever be the location I have no objection unless some one sits). In few minutes my journey will begin.

                                   Will I be able to connect with some one? I will tell you at the other end of the journey when I reach Gods own country tomorrow. . . Bye for now. . . Cheers!

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Shopping Guide - Day 12

Continued from Day 11.......Woke up by 7.30 with my eyes refusing to open lingering with sleep. Got ready and left to Tnagar by 9. I was accompanied by my two aunts. They are visiting Tnagar for the first time. They were startled by the ocean of people flowing all over even in this super hot summer morning. For me it's a daily routine affair to be with this crowd, my work place is situated here in Tnagar. Women are crazy about shopping and my aunts are no exception. Hawkers in the road were busy selling there goods and my aunts busy starring in fascination on the hair clip and the rangoli stalls. I don't like  visiting hundred shops for shopping. Whenever I plan for shopping  first I decide the product and then decide the shop and then jump into  the adventure. I wanted the same with my aunts too but, they were so confused what to buy itself!
                                       Textiles will be the prime focus in the  shopping list that I sensed mildly from their gossip. Ok ..so it's time for some action now. We entered the first shop "Pothys". A slightly overpriced shop but they have wonderful collections. It's my one stop destination for my formal attires. The crowd here was a little less on Saturday morning. My two aunts were looking at the spread of clothing all around, there eyes had a spark as if they have just landed on garden of Eden and they sensed that they are gonna have one hell of a time here. First section was on sarees, weird brand names these saree manufacturers exhibit, samudhrika, vastrakala, parampara...blah blah blah..It's like, more difficult the brand name is to pronounce the more costlier it gets!
                 Nice strategy isn't it? People always value more  the things that they don't know than what they know. The price tag on  the clothes was a worry signal for my aunts. I think they had thought really well about the budget but not really thought about what to buy!  This is exactly many people do. I think their plan was to buy as many  clothes as possible within a fixed budget. The sign boards of discount drives them crazy half the time goes in calculating the discounted  rate than choosing the clothing itself. The ladies didn't seem to be amused with the collection here...One of my aunt came near to me and said "Is there anyother shop in Tnagar?, this shop doesn't seem to have much collection"....."I said to myself..what? more than a lakh of sarees are spread over in the ground floor itself and she say's they don't have enough collection?"....The first expedition in Tnagar took more than 40 minutes and not a single saree selected.
                                                                  Next we  headed to The Chennai Silks, another textile heaven in Tnagar, the ladies plunged in and 90 minutes into the second expedition they managed to grab a handful of clothing. After the billing of the chosen handful of clothes the aunts started buzzing me for entry into another
store, sighing the reason that they didn't get the designs what they wanted. In-spite of my laziness they dragged me to Saravana Stores, South India's most famous shopping mall, the inspiration of Big Bazaar
concept in India according to Kishore Biyani, the founder of Big Bazaar itself. Saravana stores is famous for it's cheapest collection of clothes and all other accessories that you can accommodate in your house and the worst customer service that you can ever find in any retail outlet. But in-spite of all these they have a rocking business structure with millions of people pouring in every day into the store. The secret lies in the discount and freebies, Indian public goes crazy on freebies and discounts, they buy some products only for the sake of
the freebie that is offered and not for the product itself!
                              When we entered into this store buzzing all around with people, my aunts where actually jumping out of excitement. They found this store more exciting than the previous two stores with considerably lesser number of customers. The crowd here forms a source of inspiration. One of my innocent aunt said "this shop offers nice products and that is why there are lot people coming in" It's so simple, people perceive that if there is less crowd then the particular retail outlet is good for nothing, if the outlet has more crowd then they are the best! The ladies couldn't control their excitement they plunged into their third expedition, but I had clearly told them this is it, this is the last shop we are gonna explore, no more adventures please...and they silently agreed. It took another hour for my aunts to come out of the shop jubilant with their priceless catch (according to them).
                                 I was dehydrated infact, all of us were dehydrated on that scorching summer day. We finished our Tnagar trip with some sweet-lime juice, buttermilk, softy (they call it Italian softy in Chennai's roads for just Rs 8! I don't think anywhere in India you could find that kind of pricing). 45 minutes of travel and then reached home, I looked  like a well baked clay piece with some moisture around it (sweat), thanks to my aunts shopping plans. Here ends the story. Hmmmm........very tired today after writing a long post and a hectic work day, but at the same time excited about my kerala trip tomorrow. Finally after two long years I will be landing into God's own country. I don't know if I will be able to post my blog posts from kerala, if my GPRS works fine then I will surely keep you posted....Bye for now....Cheers!

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The Homecoming - Day 11

It was friday evening. Couple of my relatives have landed from Bangalore. It's "all smiles" atmosphere in the family now. I reached home a bit late after office. Pretty tired because the week was so hectic that I couldn't even manage to get 6 hours of proper sleep on none of the days in the week. Sense of joy was erupting from inside for the fact that the next day marks the start of the weekend! On reaching home I thought that I could hit the bed early today and wake up lavishly by tomorrow midday.
                                       The moment I entered my house the visitors surrounded me "all smiles and hugs" atmosphere again. Then the investigation started. The relatives I mentioned here, are seeing me after 6 years. It was a rapid fire round. Where are you working? How much are you earning? Why are you so silent? Why don't you visit us every year (as if they visit us every year), why don't you even make a phone call to us? (they spoke as if they are having a phone which has only incoming facility no outgoing.... no never) why is your belly peeping out? (I hate this question! ladies and gentlemen I don't have any peeping belly, it's just that I had a heavy evening snack on the way back home, this is how I said to myself but couldn't answer them) now is the worst part they started tracing out my looks and comparing it to the ancestors in the family. He looks like his grandpa, the next one furiously in ....no no he looks exactly like his
paternal uncle can't you see that hair dropping down ? In my calculation my hairs won't last for many years now, some day I will go completely bald thanks to Chennai s mineral rich water and super hot weather.                                                           
             Sometimes I think I should shave all the hair in my head and apply those super white foam like cream on my lips and cheek and spot the look of Andrew Symonds. Doesn't he look cool?. Now you may pound
on me and say it looks cool for him not you. Ok ok I accept it, but I still have hopes in that look for the future. I don't know by then who in my family will be compared to me. For all the above questions asked, I didn't have an answer than a grumpy smile. Then came the great family dinner. One of my aunt was feeding me like I am a 5 liter grinder and she asks me to churn on ...churn on, "you youngsters should eat nicely then only you can become strong like your uncle (her husband, 46 inch waistline and still growing)", she was the same one who was complaining about my peeping belly a few minutes back. Ahh..they love me so much, don't they?
It's wonderful to have such family get-together's often, so that everyone gets a chance to laugh and giggle and comment and complain...the list goes on. I am loving this joint family experience after a long time, since I am not accustomed to it living in a so called nuclear family in Chennai. Went to bed by 12.30 after all gossips and gupshups, it was fun though. I can afford the luxury to sleep late , why not tomorrow I am off, I can happily
wake up late.,,yipee went to sleep....Beep beep , beep beep..its the morning alarm, tuned it off as usual and continued my sleep, I have lot of sleep due today. 7.00 in the morning, my aunt came with a cup of coffee and sat next to me "anto...anto wake up we need to go to Tnagar today for shopping, I have a small shopping to do.. I said what?... today ? ...morning? ya dear we are going to Tnagar today... wake up wake up (I said to myself "Come on aunty ..its weekend I need to sleep, and do you know the fact that it is not snowing in Chennai? People going out in the sun return home half baked do you know that?").......I think I am boring you guys, may be that's why I am yawning frequently for the past 5 minutes. I think I should stop now. Rest of the story I will continue tomorrow..Bye for now..Cheers!

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Impressions That Last a Life Time - Day 10

Tenth day into blogging, quite an achievement for a person like me to keep up the commitment and patience in pulling this off. Last ten days were hectic and I didn't even manage to get 6 hours of continues sleep. Every day slept late as I had to work on giving shape to this blog. If you have been following my blog from day one you would have found out that the landscape of this blog has been continuously altered and more and more features are being added up daily. It takes great deal of effort in building something from scratch. Such creations ask so much from you that you knowingly or unknowingly become a part of it. I am not telling about my blog alone. Everyone of you can rewind your past and have a look. Think about your first science project in school. Even though you very well knew that your dad and mom had helped you in shaping it, when you walk around your schools corridor with the project in your hands you feel that you have really invented something priceless and you feel that even Newton and Einstein are no match for you.
                     Everyone's first creation is priceless. Although you have done your project a long time back when you were in school, the impact it had created on you and your surroundings might have decreased but the impressions that it had left behind is forever. We can cherish those memories even a minute before

our last breath and they will be still evergreen. There are many things in life that leave lasting impressions. One such thing is friendship. We make lot of friends in our life time. Good friendship doesn't take much time to develop. The moment you realize that you and your friend value each other and can understand each others emotion you are in the game. Friendship is a relationship which is built by emotional bond. It's much more stronger and well connected than many other bonds that we acquire by birth or biological relations. The impressions that good friendship creates are everlasting. It feels great pain when you come to a stage and know from all senses that you are gonna lose your friend. A companion who was much closer to you, that you shared your deepest of secrets with your friend. The very friend who you trust the most, the one who gives you the comfort of emotional support, that someone who reminds you always that his/her shoulder is there for you to cry upon during your tough times and also the one who doesn't think twice to add to the decibels of laughter while having fun. 
I am very disturbed today, I got a hint today that my dearest of dearest friend who I even consider as one of my sibling will leave me soon. A sense of vacuum fills-in inside my heart thinking of the day when I will be forced to let lose the strings of our relationship. That person whom I am talking about is a sweet rascal with whom I shared some of the wonderful moments of my life. If there is a word that could describe something beyond happiness, that is what I should use to describe the relationship we shared. That sweet rascal is leaving me to attend a much important call of duty and to start a journey to convert dreams into realities. How could I stop this rascal? I don't have any right to stop anyone from realizing their dreams. I knew this will happen, but didn't expect it will be so soon. My eyes are getting wet now, yes I am emotional, I know very well that I am gonna lose a treasure which is so precious. But sometimes in life we are not left with much choices. I only pray to God to give me strength to help me stand this separation, the impact is gonna be enormous in my life but the impressions that this rascal is gonna leave will be immortal.....

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Thankful Thursday - Day 9

Today's day break was awesome!. Managed to wake up early. Summer mornings are too good in Chennai. At 6 in the morning the sky is so clear with a pleasant temperature. But you must not be fooled that it will keep up the same for the rest of the day to come. Mornings in the terrace with a cup of coffee is simply priceless! Even if you pay crores of rupees to any restaurant or coffee shop or wherever, this experience and ambiance can't be substituted. This adds an extra reason to wake up early and gaze at the nature.
                                      I was enjoying the day break by stretching my arms and with a wide mouth yawn :) in our house's open terrace. Suddenly felt something dropping on my shoulder. Is it a rain droplet?.... Is it the first rain this summer?.....Wow! what more you can ask for? A coffee in the roof top with drizzles of rain kissing your body and the sweet smell of sand to pierce your nostrils . . . Wonderful isn't it?
                                I was delighted with my imagination...... My eyes were closed, I was in my own world of imagination. I sensed only one droplet on my shoulder till now. Why are the clouds so stringee? Only one rain drop? That doesn't even fulfill the definition of the word "rain". I was talking to the clouds from mind with my eyes shut. "Come on....come on.... Mr/Mrs. Cloud, whoever you are.... pour in...pour in.. more droplets.....Here I am, ready to get drenched by you this summer morning". Hoosh,....a minute later, nothing really happened, opened my eyes slowly to examine the only droplet I felt on my shoulder....Oops! it's not a water droplet, it was crow shit! ....shit shit shit, where the hell is that culprit? he/she (couldn't really figure out) was sitting on the branch of our mango tree..I was literally fuming, that stupid crow spoiled my early morning coffee in the rain dream into a sticky, smelly crow shit morning! I wonder how accurate they are in this particular downloading methodology, even the cruise missiles can't match their accuracy.
                                   For few moments I felt some mixed emotions evolving from my face, didn't know what to do? to laugh at the reality or go after that stupid crow (couldn't find a stone in the terrace though). I was
thinking of my daybreak for a moment, a stream of silence followed..suddenly a spark lit my mind, I complemented myself for being lucky..Thanked God, thanked God once again.....goodness gracious, the crow didn't listen to my prayer to the cloud!..hope you got it right, bye for now......Cheers!

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Food Refusal - Day 8

What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear "food refusal" ? An interesting combination of words isn't it? When thousands around the world are dying due to starvation of food how can we think of tagging these two words food and refusal. Last month I had sent my doggie "zia" for obedience training and one of the commands in the training curriculum was food refusal as heard from the trainer. When I heard that for the first time I couldn't figure out what is it all about. Then the trainer explained to me that sometimes robbers feed some food to disarm the guarding dogs on duty. So to avoid such practices the guard dogs are trained not to accept food from strangers. Wow isn't that a great practice?. I hope zia learns it well when she is back from obedience school.
                          Now what do you think about the practice that many human beings have, to refuse the food offered by their own loved ones (not any stranger as in the case of dogs) just for the sake of showing anger or protesting as they say. I don't understand the logic behind such stupid gesture. When people are involved in a quarrel mostly two parts of the human body are involved. One the bone-less tongue and two the hyper active brain. Now on the behalf of these two culprits why should innocent stomach suffer? If in any case I pick up a quarrel with someone or if I am upset with something, I don't care about whatever the reason that put me in this position. I give full importance to the meal I eat infact, I even eat more when I am disturbed!
                                 Every emotion we display is a way by which we discharge our energy. It may be a gentle smile or an ugly spat. Energy always remains a resource which could be used positively or negatively. When I am disturbed I munch in the food with more force in a way expressing my anger and ultimately grind in more food than usual. May be that's a natural practice adopted by human body to generate that extra energy required to handle the quarrel itself. I would say refusing food when God has blessed you with food is a crime when thousands of poor kids are dying without food. A story comes to my mind at this juncture, I
don't know how many of you know this. The story goes like this ..once upon a time in Cuba there was severe drought, thousands of people were dying without food. People started killing each other in the fight

for food. Violence spread like hell all around Cuba. This story is an illustration of an incident that happened during this time. One young man born in a rich family was sitting outside his house looking around things that are happening around. An extremely malnutrition-ed woman was walking by with a child in her arms in the heat of the scorching sun on that summer day. The child was crying for food. She had nothing to offer to the child, by natural instinct the child was making its way through the breasts of the mother. It tried to suck milk from the breasts of its mother but there was no milk left in the mother's body. The hunger was so extreme that the child bit the mother's breast and blood started to flow from the mother's breast and eventually both the mother and the child died. The rich young man who happened to see this was mentally affected, he was moved to a great extent and this incident transformed his life. He is none other than the revolutionary communist leader Fidel Castro of Cuba who transformed Cuba from a poor country to one of the largest producer of sugar and one of the richest countries in South America.
                                             I don't know how much this story impacted you, but I felt the impact when I heard this story. We exhibit many childish behaviors some time without knowing what we are doing. You may ask me why I have chosen this topic of food refusal today? The reason is that today I was upset by one of my loved one expressing this so called protesting act of food refusal. Hope this article sends a message to all those to who practice and are proud of their behavior of food refusal to think twice next time. Bye for
now....Cheers!

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Chariot Ride - Day 7

Welcome back all. Today is the seventh day of Anto's diary. So far so good. Thanks to my friends and colleagues who gave me wonderful support and encouragement. As days go by, the pressure seems to mount on me to deliver better and better. Today was such a boring day that I couldn't find anything interesting to say to you. I was getting nervous and confused what to write today. I usually pen down my thoughts during the bus journey back home. Now even after the journey had begun I didn't have anything to write. omg! what am I gonna do? .....reached home squeezed and lifeless like a chewing gum after getting crushed and chewed down between the teeths and the tongue. ....Managed to hit the shower but still thinking what to write. Had my dinner and zeroed down to my bed......So what am I gonna write today? I can't miss the resolution I took on "vishu". There must be something that I can write on....what is it? what is  it?......Gotcha! what if I write about my bus journey that I took to reach home?....I dont know whether you will like it or not but I have nothing else to write on today.
                                                         So let me start from the bus terminus at Tnagar. This is where I wait to board onto the bus. 15 minutes in the terminus and still waiting, finally my chariot arrived..I can describe it as "6 wheeled, 48 seater Chennai's very own land cruiser". The moment the bus arrived a sea of human crowd was ready to board it. I was afraid if there could be a stampede here any moment now. Tnagar is the shopping mecca of Chennai. People were eagerly waiting for the bus after a marathon shopping through the streets of Tnagar. The signature crowd here is dominated by mostly women in their 30's and 40's carrying their "big shopper" bags and ready to board our land cruiser. I was standing in a corner like a free bird, my hands were empty and thought I can easily manage to board the bus among the fully loaded shopping crowd.
                                                     The bus halted at the bus terminus and the battle begun! from 6 to 60's all rushed towards the door of the bus. Somehow a fat women with two big shopper bags managed to hit the bus door first, she looked like a fat PT. Usha in full form. Along with the fully loaded big shopper bags she maintained a figure of a sumo wrestler. Now that everyone is struggling their way to enter the bus, this lady was first in the queue to enter the bus, her drastic efforts to enter the bus ended in getting struck in the doorway, thanks to those huge big shopper bags. But the crowd pushed her in, I was also one among the crowd but I was no match to some hundreds of sumo women waiting there to adventure for finding seats in our chennai's very own land cruiser.                                        
                                                               There are interesting some interesting ways by which people reserve their seat in the bus, some use handkerchief, some use caps, bags, footwear and in an extreme case I saw an idiot throwing a small kid into the bus from outside through the window....it's a no rules barred game for those precious 48 seats inside the bus. If I don't get a seat then I have to travel standing for an hour with super hot, jam packed sweaty crowd! No no no no no......no way I am gonna let this happen, I plunged into the battle like a rugby player andfinally got a seat. hoooshhhhhh, felt so relieved!
                                       Once the crowd got to settle in, a brigade of hawkers entered the bus and there was a serious competition among them to sell boiled chickpeas, flowers, maps and even homemade anti headache oils. Some people had already picked up a quarell over the seat partition issue, a woman in the crowd was saying that her handkerchief was bigger than the other woman's handkerchief so the seat belongs to her. Even the supreme court judge will be stunned by such a meticulously measured argument. The bus finally started through the traffic filled lanes of Tnagar. It's the modern chariot of chennai 2010, the speed never crosses 40 kmph. After 75 minutes of journey finaly reached home....Sleep is lingering around my eyes and they will shut down any moment now, so let me better take leave.... bye and Cheers!

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Monday Blues - Kill That Anger Day 6

After a power packed weekend Monday is back again! Went to sleep late last night after watching the IPL match. Sleep was inadequate and I get really angry after sleep-less nights. My first victim was my mobile phone for snoozing twice by 6 in the morning. Banged it hard on the pillow (my crooked mind knew very well even in the half sleepy state that I can't afford a new mobile now and thats why I aimed the pillow or else I would have aimed the wall). Woke up late, mom was screaming from the kitchen like somebody pressing the horn right into the ears when you have a headache.
                                               I hate formal clothing on Mondays, as they need to be pressed crease free and they test your patience when you are starving for time to get ready to work. Electricity went off at the correct moment when I was gliding my iron box on my creasey cheezy shirt. What the holy hell is happening? Everything in the morning is well planned to irritate me. What more should I ask for? Eventually picked up a fight with my innocent mom. The argument was fiery and I looked like a beast with fire on my tail! It burns, it really burns.....
                 Somehow managed to get out to work from house. On the way to work my mind was preoccupied with the fiery battle. Hatred and anger was flowing like molten lava. I knew I was being terribly hyper active and I need to put an end to this. An age old idea which I got from a self help book clicked. I reached office, opened an MS Word file and started writing about my anger and whatever I had in stock to blast in the argument. It went for a page and a half. When you are angry the mind tries to be as creative as possible and and releases wonderful words that sound like sweet music to your ears but are deadlier than the sharpest of sharp swords to the person in the receiving end.
                                               A point reached where I had nothing left to write, drank a gulp of water and took a deep breath. Wow it felt wonderful! I thought this script is enough for me to dish out wonderful bollywood style dialogs for my next fight. I started reading what ever I had written and believe me, my nerves calmed down slowly and I sounded really really stupid in my dialog script. Now, I felt that there was actually no point for any fight with my poor mom! It felt like, after a brilliant stunt scene you look into the crowd and expect them to clap for you and instead they laugh at you!...............Guilt rushed into me. I need to make serious apology tonight when I return back. Most of the day went in thinking how to pacify my mom.
                                         I realised that this is what anger is all about, it makes you feel like a hero for few minutes with dialogs and stunts but actually leaves you to look like a stupid in reality. Now is the fault finding stage, who should I blame? the IPL match? the alarm snooze? electricity department? as usual it's my natural human behavior to blame others for my fault, but the real culprit was me who chose to sleep late without being prepared for the next day.....Is my philosophy going out of control? it's ok baby, nothing went right for me today, so let me shut my mouth here before you start cursing me  ;-) bye for now...Cheers!

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Super Sunday - Power on the go! Day 5

Oh my god! It was indeed a Super Sunday. Firstly I am very excited that my favourite IPL team the "Chennai super kings" are through to the semi finals after a thrilling match against Punjab. Totally delighted for that. Second and most important happening of the day was empowering myself with the power of internet on the go!
                                 I bought a Samsung L700 phone one year ago. Believe me it's one hell of a phone. It's actually a smart phone with the price of an ordinary phone. Today morning I got a message from "vodafone" my service provider regarding a promotional GPRS package. I thought to give it a try. It was a big gamble because I have experienced horrible speed of GPRS from vodafone before. But this time believe me they had improved a lot better. The service is cool and superfast. I downloaded the applications for facebook and twitter and they both work perfectly in my mobile now. Wow thats simply great I can tweet on the go now!
                                                  More bleassings were in stock today. I found that I can even blog from my mobile! And now I am lyeing on my bed and writing the blog. Isn't that great. I had a wrong perception that I can make use of social media from phone only if I had those blackberry kind of high end phones but my Samsung L700 darling is hitting a super six everytime I log in! I am afraid I am gonna get addicted to this:). My social media presence is definitely gonna increase since, I spend more time with my mobile than my laptop. Jumping with joy tonight.
                                  Thanks to the technology and my genies lamp phone is also powered with 3g reception capablility and the 3g auctions are underway. Soon it will be a reality and I think by then I will need rehabilitation for treating my addiction! God save me. . . .
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Reading Saturday! - Day 4

Today I was off from work. Weekend kicked in, but nothing exciting happened. Thought of hanging out with friends but Mr. Sun was in full form today. Scorching heat.... thought twice and cancelled the hang out plan in the morning. I was confined to the walls of my house. The day started very boring and I was going around my room without knowing how to kill time.
                                    I needed a break but options of going out was ruled out. I saw the book "one night at the call center" by Chetan Bhagath lyeing on the table. It was along pending read. I had bought this book one month back. I am somewhat addicted to this incredibly talented author. To be honest he is one of my inspiration for blogging. I have finished reading all his books except one night at the call centre. I was introduced to Chetan Bhagaths masterpieces by one of my sweet friend. She gave me the "2 States" book. The latest creation, claimed to be the story of the author's marriage. She was with all smiles and excitement
while handing over the book to me and she proudly said this book resembles her life's story. Nowaday's everyone relates their life to Chetan Bhagaths books. Even I was not spared of this:). Not wasting much time I pounded over the book. Straight 6 hours 25 minutes read! Book over. It was full of drama but still liked it. It had good message in it. To summarise it just says "take your call correctly" not the one from your mobile but the one from your inner voice.
                                                   Tough call isn't it? But a very essential one to be reminded. I thought to myself, I had started listening to my call lately but need serious steps to implement them. I am working on it. Hope it ends up well. And what is my call? I will keep you posted soon:) my eyes are tired after the encounter with the book. The evening went watching IPL matches. Time to sleep now (yawning) hoping for a super sunday. Bye for now cheers!

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Blessings cont. - Day 3

Hi once again! Today let me tell you about my biggest blessing. My family! We are a nuclear family in Chennai like millions of those who live in Chennai. We are five members consisting of my super cool parents and two not so cool brothers (we fight the hell out of each other with fun and love). I am the youngest. My native is Kerala which we proudly call "Gods own country".
                             Mom and Dad shifted to Chennai in the 1980's. we kids are all grown up now. In our childhood days we used to visit Kerala once a year during our summer vacations. It's such a beautiful place. My dad was born with nine siblings. I believe in those days producing children was a sport. No wonder my grandpa was one of the most respected in our village (why not he was the man of the match every other year with the winning steak continuing for more than ten years). It's really fun when we visit our native it's a complete package. Believe me, I have more than 40 cousins! Many of them don't even know me and I also have some confusion when I meet them once a year. My ancestral house just keeps buzzing when the family meets. We three brothers are aliens there, as we are from a distant land far far away from this beautiful village. Most of the time we keep our mouth open and our hands scratching the head in deciding who is who of the family. Its always good to have such a buzz around. We could feel the unconditional love that our relatives have for us, our aunts and uncles just don't stop hugging and kissing us..the list is a bit bigger.
                                         We really feel the difference when we the so called "nuclear" family of five are left with seeing each others face in our house in Chennai. As we grew up the summer vacations of schools disappeared, as we all have started working now. Visiting the native needs a reason. Nowadays it's either a funeral or a wedding. When this happens no matter which part of the world the rest of the family members are located in, they don't fail to give their attendance. It's been two years now since I visited my native. I am very excited because I may be leaving to my native in two weeks from now. This time again with the reason of a family gathering. It's a much needed break for me. I may get some time to relax as well as get familiarised with some of the new entrant cousin kids ( More than 40 and still counting, I will let you know the exact count when I return back).

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Blessings - Day 2

As promised, today let me tell you all about my work. I have been working for the past four years now. I have done many roles in this small period starting from being a trainee in a star hotel, then a chef in a fine dining restaurant, then as a part time faculty in the same college where I did my graduation, then came the chance to work with IT companies (which are a big buzz in India). Started with TCS and currently working with another MNC based in UK ( I cant disclose the name because I am not sure if my company policy will permit me to do so and I am still working with the company!).
                     You may wonder how I was hopping around all these job roles in a short time. It's a big story I will post on it in the future blog posts. Now talking about the blessings, one among them is the current company I am working with. It's a small company though not much of a flashy brand or wall street listings. But I will tell you what it's one of the best companies to work with as per my experience till date. Every company have their own pros and cons. No company is spared of that. But what attracts me here is the work culture which really makes work fun. And luckily today I got the chance to post on my company.

                                                Today we had "Ethnic wear day" it's one of those employee engagement activities followed in many MNC's these days to tackle the work pressure created by their monotonous work nature. It's basically some time to have fun with permission from the top management!. Even during these times when people are encouraged to work in teams and have fun, some people tend to play politics which makes the fun die a slow death. I have experienced this in many occasions in my previous work adventures. What's special in my current company is that I cant find that stupid game of politics anywhere,  not atleast in my floor. It's really a blessing to work with such wonderful people.
                                 Now coming back to the ethnic day event, we had one hell of a time here. Believe me it was serious fun. We had to recreate "Chennai" the capital city of one of India's southern states "Tamilnadu". People were fully into it, believe me the commitment was enormous. Within 45 minutes our floor turned into one of those colourful and buzzing cities like the ones shown in discovery channels whenever they make a show on India. It's the population and diversity that makes India colourful. I would say population is a blessing for India, no wonder we have the youngest and largest working force compared to many developed nations.
                        Oops! we are getting diverted .... lets return to my workplace. Ya... during the event our floor turned into Chennai we litrellaly cloned the tourist places, the famous marina beach (second largest beach in the world, but we managed to depict it one single wall of our office, may 30 - 35 feet!) and even the local vendors of the city. The event was a success and no matter which team won, I had an hour of solid fun with equally fun loving people. Hmmm... let me stop praising my workplace here or else some may tell that I have turned into our company's marketing mouthpiece. This is indeed today one of the blessings of my life who knows what's in store tomorrow. I will come up with some more interesting blessings tomorrow. Bye for now (*smiles and yawn*)..cheers!

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Into the Blogosphere! - Day 1

Hi all,
This is my first post of my personal Blog "anto's diary". Its a great feeling to share the happenings of my life with you guys. Spent the whole day today designing the Blog. My eyes are burning but Still I am not gonna give up. Its my new promise this new year, starting today I will be posting daily on whats happening in my life. It will all surround around my friends, work, my hobbies, the books I read and last but not the least my pet doggie "zia". This coming week I will try to start with counting my blessings of my life - my wonderful friends and my work life. I hope I will keep you interested. Happy reading.

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