Ram Darbar & MythiliSharan Gupta (पंचवटी)

Recently I had been to a temple close by to my place.
Out of all the deities, the Ram Darbar was the most beautiful ones.
Ram, Lakshman & Sita in gorgeous mustard costume was awesome.
It reminded me of mythiliji’s “Panchavati”. It was a khand kavya written by the
Rashtra Kavi. In those days when I have read Panchavati, I fondly remembered the verses
as it was a great pleasure in telling them again & again.

I have never read Tulsi’s Ramcharithmanas , valmiki ramayan or the kamaba ramayanam. But Panchavati gave me a very good illustration of most of the characters and also the place there by the classic creation got registered very easily.

Here are few verses from Panchavati:
चारू चंद्र की चंचल किरणें खेल रही हैं जल थल में
स्वच्छ चान्दिनी बिची हुई है अवनी और अम्बर थल में
पुलक प्रकट करती है धरती हरित तरुणों की झोंकों में
मनो झूम रहें हैं तरु भी मंद पवन के झोंकों में
The above verses descibes the Panchavati. Kavi ji personifies the location with Ram's beauty.
He says the moon race plays in the water..The pure chandini is spread across the sky and the earth.The earth expresses its happiness when the grass moves in the breeze and it looks as if even trees swing in the lovely breeze.

Lakshman :
कौन जाग रहा है धनुर्धर जब की भुवन भर सोता है
भोगी कुसुमायुध योगी सा बना दृष्टिगत होता है
Lakshman takes care of Ram & Sita devi throught out the night when the entire earth
is in rest. This beautifuly explains the love of Lakshman for his beloved brother Ram and most respectful Sita Devi.

Sita:
मर्त्य लोक मालिन्य मेटने स्वामी संग जो आई है
तीन लोक की लक्ष्मी ने यह कुटी आज अपनाई है
Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswathi are referred to as trinities. Sita devi is such a powerfull godess, wife of respectful Ram who is equivalent to all three godess.

Mythili ji's wonderful creation is Panchavati.

Mixed emotions

I have so many things to write here. But something makes me so uncomfortable
and write nothing. What do I write?? Can I write anything that comes to my mind?
Kind of unexplainable mindset. Quite few successes, little happiness, challenging roles,
quick friendships, cherish able friendships, unbelievable cooperation, prayers, unexpected
joys, moving on to new stuffs, forgetting few, short time, queen size life, thousands of people to care, got to move on though want to be for more time, what to miss?, priorities,
struggles, stress, sometimes strong, unwell ness, loneliness, independence, new challenges, new planet, fear, insecurity, square 1, proving at work, compromises, different people, void empathy, darkness, no food, getting better, tears, comfort?,
expectations, disappointments, eagerness, killing time, waiting to see known ones.
Days pass by…

Teacher's Day (आज का ताज़ा ख़बर)

It was extremely happy to hear the news from one of my school mate today.
One of our school teacher receives the President's Award today.She has thought mathematics to my sister in her primary school. There are two other teaches from our chain of schools who would have received the award today.
I feel so happy that we had a chance to study with such teacher's guidance.
Long live your contributions maam!

Jaane Tu ya Jaane Na

I watched the film for the sake of Aamir khan’s production and genelia(ha ha haasini).
It falls into aimless movie bucket. But I am ok with such kind of movies, cuz ultimately
movies are meant for relaxation. Genelia was very cute. Her costumes were amazing.
Imran khan was good. I liked his character.
Otherwise the movie doesn’t hold good story and supports the above description that I gave. The songs were not like usual Rahman numbers. But “pappu cant dance saala’ was enjoyable. The choreography was cute.

Watch the movie with a youthful gang :)

I read “the schoolbag” from coffee and stories.
The kumbakonam tragedy is an incredible massacre till day.

I have very less to say in relation to this article because I was stuck on reading the story
and cried for long. There might be so many instances in life where a person feels so depressed and go to an extent of cursing the life.
But the mouth of death is unbearable. When a person knows that death is waiting
to trap , he/she would find 1000s of reason to live just like kannu felt.

Life is precious. So live your life.

One of my coworker bought a very nice car last week. He and his wife were very happy about it. He got the car for a very good deal. In fact all of us very happy for him.
Yesterday he went to a temple and on his way came on the freeway. When he took the exit, he could not control the speed while making a turn and made an accident. His car was badly damaged in the front and the back. But luckily both he and his wife were safe.
He called up the insurance and came to know that the car went for a total loss.

This morning when I got a call from him, he said he has a bad news for me and on hearing this I was shell shocked. New car and so much of happiness went for a toss in just a matter of second. But I thanked god that his family was safe. I spoke to his wife as she was crying non stop and still could not come out of the shock. The accident reminds her now and then.

I could still not digest what happened to them. I know how much happy they were last week. In just a week’s time things turned out to be different.

My entire team was supportive to him and his wife. Though we all encouraged him still we ourselves could not digest that his new car has gone for a total loss.

I pray that things get better for him.

Steve Jobs Speech To Graduates of Stanford University

I want to treasure this speech by Steve Job's.Hence posting it in my blog.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky – I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me – I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.
This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.

I was listening to kishore’s numbers. I adore you tube for a chain of
songs they publish on the site when we get into a song. I was listening to a
song from Aandhi. From there on the list goes ..
Tere bina zindagi me koi shikwa - Aandhi
Mere bheegi bheegi si palkon me rah gaye - Anamika
Neele neele ambar par
Chookar mere man ko
Ham bewafa hargiz na the
Pal pal dil ke pas
Mere sapnon ki rani
O sathi re- Moquaddar ka Sikandar
And the list goes on………………..

I am mesmerized by kishore’s voice whenever I listen to it…More over you tube is like a gift. No wonder it’s a google product.

I was tagged

I was tagged by Suchi .This time I am taking up this tag as the topic was very interesting.
“What are the things I like and don’t like when it comes to watching movies?”

I generally like to watch movies which are of full length humor. You know it should make me laugh more and more that it makes me watch again and again. Vasool raja MBBS, P.K.S, panchatantram, Munna bai MBBS, arangetra velai, thillu-mullu, sathileelavathi, aaha and the list goes on.

Movies which are aimless but still fit good for few hrs are fine with me.(Gilli, pokkiri, santosh subramanyam, thiruvilayadal arambam).Still you see ..these movies make you feel light.

Most of the kamal movies are great and I especially love the versatility in his movies. Varying from manadhai urukkum movies like anbe sivam, sadhileelavathy, punnagai mannan, chachi 420, varumayin niram sivappu, meendum kokila, mahanadhi.

These days all the prakash raj titles are very interesting. I was very much impressed by 23 puli kesi. Mozhi was another excellent movie.One should watch such kind of movie with a Tall vanilla latte, extra hot and some wafers. Woww both are relishing. (I mean the movie and the coffee)..:)

Movies with romantic sceneries are welcome. Especially the ones by Rajiv menon in kandu konden kandu konden.Sanjai leela bansali kind of movies are still more colorful. Its like a total imaginary world, but I don’t mind being in such stimulated emission state where I get the luxury of living for sometime.

Cool movies like cheeni kum, may madham are like a carefully woven painting. Idhayathai thirudadhe, mouna ragam are movies that I watch any time I get a chance.

I should not forget the Persian movie “children of heaven” by majid majidi. Language is not a show stopper as long as I get to understand the movie.

Any romantic movie and a hero based movie for sure have a known ending. Even though the hero faces a lot of hurdles, sometimes even goes to the death bed, I knew nothing would happen to him. I like watching such stuffs when I knew the expected outcome and the movie sails in the same way. I can call it a time pass. Our captain is the best example for such movies. Who else can get alright just by pumping a hand full of soil on the wound? Its fun watching such movies with a gang and commenting through out the movie. Isn’t it?

“Nidharsanamana unmai” like shoot out at lokhandwala, parzania made me cry for hours and hours. But I still watch those movies. They are worth it.Taare zameen par falls in a different category. But still here crying yet worth is the motto.

I haven’t watched movies like paruthiveeran, pithamagan. Cuz I knew they were all kinda heavy subject. How much so ever the movie might be good but I still can’t watch such movies.
Also movies with village environment are not my kind. As per my analogy, most of these films have a saddening theme. I should not forget to tell about veyyil, sethu. They were good but still I could not relish much.

Old is gold. I love watching movies like server sundaram, edhir neechal, kaase dhan kadavulada, kathalikka neramillai.

Balachander movies are very different. There are many those who don’t like it in the first shot.
But I have watched movies like pudhu pudhu arthangal, kalki so many times. Most of his movies are heroin based. “Adhuvum bharathi kanda pudhumai pengal”.

I like rajini movies. In most of the movies, one song decides the story. Like padayappa, muthu. I used to get goose pimples when I watch them. His styles are amazing. Most of them are not practical but still I watch them for just him.
I get excited when I watch movies like Dil chahtha hai.
“Hum cake kaane kahin bhi jayenge”……..whenever I go for a b’day party, I remember this dialogue and I really mean there is no harm in attending parties just for cakesJ
I appreciate those timely humor sense of saif..Especially when he makes fun of sonali’s boy friend.

With loads of popcorn to munch, I start watching movies..I make sure I finish them in the first half itself.


Did I miss anything else??

I know a person who was recently laid off from his organization.
He is a very experienced person and is paid huge. The management told him
that he is an expensive resource and hence they cannot afford to pay him.
He worked hard for the company and has seen many successes. A farewell party was arranged for him. His manager praised him for his efforts in the party and asked him to
give a speech about what he feels about the company. He hardly spoke something.
Obviously when a person is with so much of grief about being laid off and finding very tough to get a new job matching his experience and salary, can surely not talk with happiness even when honored. On his last day he wrote an email to everyone saying that he was waiting for the day to leave the company and his dreams came true.

I wonder two things about this. The farewell party is a convention that’s followed in any organization. Be it the employee quits by himself or him being laid off. In this case when he is being laid off, it’s really ridiculous that the company expects him to share his happiness about his tenure in the company.

The second thing is the person was a contractor and also wishes to remain as a contractor.
He wants to earn more and doesn’t want to fit into the rules and regulations of a company. He very well knew that one would be laid off any point of time being a contractor. Knowing the outcome, there is no point that he can feel bad about his situation. Even now he doesn’t want to become permanent employee somewhere.
I feel he cannot blame the company. Writing a last day email saying that he dreamt to leave the company was like absolutely showing his anger to the people.

At some point there is a attitude problem everywhere.

Disclaimer: I haven’t concluded anything about the person or his company here.
I have just shared a scenario that commonly happens.

Funtoon2

I was watching Mozhi film again. Pleasant movie.
Prithviraj says to prakash raj that bells rang and bulb glowed when he first saw jyothika :)
Does my funtoon depict it??

स्वागत हिन्दी

आज हमने पहली बार ट्रांस्लितेरेशन का लिंक देखा। अब हिन्दी मे लिखने की बारी है
जब भी मैं हिन्दी मे लिक्ति हूँ तब स्वतंत्रता महसूस करती हूँ। इसमे लिखने की सुविधा संतोष दिलाती है
बीच बीच में हमारी तरफ़ से हिन्दी में भी सुनेंगे आप।

Wrong Window

She was working in a very busy project. Her company had an internal messenger for
communication with coworkers. Her lead was a very submissive person and always
wanted to be over productive. The result was, she was dumped with work always.
They communicated only through the internal messenger. Simultaneously there were lot other people with whom she was coordinating with. She had the habit of informing everything to one of her close friend cum coworker. She used to crib about being dumped
with work. The internal messenger was a single window with multiple tabs. It was that day when she was very frustrated about her lead and was fuming and wanted to tell her friend. She scolded her lead as much as possible to console herself. To her dismay she found that she wrote everything about her lead to him thinking that she was writing to her friend.

Gosh! It was wrong window she screamed and went running to her leads desk. Luckily he was in a meeting and she closed his messenger.