tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243289302011-11-27T16:54:20.004-08:00Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01835908378690945529noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24328930.post-26908548134488372672008-12-10T13:12:00.000-08:002008-12-10T14:03:30.858-08:00

This is a question we were all asked a number of times as kids.I find myself recollecting some of the things I wanted to be through these years. But when I come to think of them, what baffles me more than the list itself is the reasons for which I wanted to become that person - some serious, some silly and some downright ridiculous!Sample this -The SeriousIAS Officer - My uncle Mr. Rangarao was

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wrote a letter to your old pen pal?called your grandma and that distant cousin?told your dad that you missed him?told on your sister for wearing your shoes!gave your mom a hug?talked to your friend for so long that the battery died!commented about the person in front of you only to realize he understood Telugutalked in a girl's voice when your friend was on the phone with his mom?!?gave your boss

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Shock! ... Disbelief ... Fear ... Prayers ... Anger ... Tears ... Pride ... Joy ... Disgust ... Pity ... Hope ...Words defeat me when I try to say what I thought and felt that fateful November day during the thanksgiving weekend of 2008. It reminded me of a song by country music singer Alan Jackson about the 9/11 terrorist attack. It is amazing how just changing a few words around in the lyrics

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" Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers "- Garth Brooks, American Country Music Star (Lyrics from his hit song 'Unanswered Prayers')Singing along to some of the best country songs on on my way to work and back has become a daily ritual for me. I turn on the radio in my car and tune in to 96.9 FM - The Kat even before

Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01835908378690945529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24328930.post-10300883468026014012008-11-13T13:23:00.000-08:002008-11-17T10:17:28.487-08:00

Due to client confidentiality reasons, I am not allowed to talk about my project and its awfully pitiful situation to anyone other than the few people in the project who have no idea how to turn it green from red. So, here is a little Dilbert to help you understand my pitiful situation!! (Click on the link for a sharper image)Boss (grinning) to Client : Don't worry. We are in a great position!

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I tell you. This show is a phenomenon. Atleast according to me. I spent 2 weeks watching each and every episode of all the 4 seasons so far. My roommate thinks I am addicted to the show. And maybe I am :P Can't wait to see the new episodes from the recently premiered season 5! I hope this is season is just as exciting as all the previous ones!Three cheers to Math & Logic ... :)

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Ok! This is not about getting back to blogging. From (multiple) past experiences I realize that I cannot trust my own commitment to blog regularly :) I am scared to even say that I will try my best :PNeway, this new beginning I am talking about is all the post graduation stuff happening in my life. Shifted to Charlotte, NC into a new apartment with an old friend from Duke. Though sharing an

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I don't understand why parents with specially challenged children look at them as a burden. As if they have been punished with that child's birth and as though their own personally happiness has been curbed with the child being in their family. No doubt many of them embrace the child and give him/her full support throughout their life. I beg to differ in my outlook. I see any such child as a

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I am busy preparing for my management course mid-term today. An article really grabbed my attention (after a very long time I must say); It talks about how organizations must manage product failures well to avoid resource drain. "Pulling the Plug" - it says is crucial to stop the financial resources going into a new product once there is enough data indicating a low probability of success or weak

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The mother, dressed in the finest of silks (with enough glitter embroidered on it), decorated in the finest jewelry, finishes giving her "aarthi" to an equally decorated deity, against the background of thumping background score (even if it is devotional tune) and waits for her son to take the first blessing, a tradition that he hasn't missed ever in his lifetime. So as there surrounds pindrop

Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01835908378690945529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24328930.post-30513056570774945122007-11-21T22:23:00.000-08:002008-11-17T10:16:28.922-08:00

I was feeling terribly bored for most of last week. Just the routine - the usual assignments, meetings, the hoolah about job strategies, H1-B, why Duke MEM is such a horrible course and accusing a couple of so called 'marketers' for tricking them into taking an admission (and pay 15 lakhs!! - Silly fellows!! No doubt they got tricked...)Anyway, now that the frustration is out, I am trying to stay

Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01835908378690945529noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24328930.post-75364411854320045092007-11-19T09:25:00.000-08:002007-11-19T09:30:54.623-08:00

A beautiful song from the Tamil movie 'Mozhi' (English: Language). A wonderful melodious tune by Vidayasagar and superb rendition by singer Balram. The beauty of the song really lies in its lyrics penned by Vairamuthu .Kaatrin Mozhi Oliyaa? Isaiyaa?Poovin Mozhi Niramaa? Manamaa?Kadalin Mozhi Alaiyaa? Nuraiyaa?Kaadhal Mozhi Vizhiyaa? Idhazhaa?Iyarkaiyin Mozhigal PurinthuvidilManitharin Mozhigal

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Sitting on the tall three legged chair with a glass in your hand and sipping (or should I say gulping) away to glory is the beginning of the definition of fun and a common party scene here. This is not it. Things get dirty and unpleasant as the hours pass by and more and more empty glasses accumulate on the table. Oh ya and not to forget the 'soul touching' meaningful music that engulfs the

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Where the crane stands now used to be the two majestic world trade center buildings.Now only emptiness and sorrow.

Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01835908378690945529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24328930.post-1176136293894570872007-04-09T09:14:00.000-07:002007-04-09T09:44:02.563-07:00

I made a trip to chembur yesterday on a very important work. I went to this shop that I have visited on many occasions before. I will try to recollect those occasions for you....Standard 10th :I went that at 9 in the night wearing the school uniform for taking photographs for Board exam forms.Standard 12th :Same reason, this time for HSC form.Engineering 1st Year :This time it was for the

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Well! Well!! Well!!! For 3 months (or maybe more) I managed to bypass, ignore and neglect constant pestering and reminders from my bro about updating this space. Today, when he lost his patience; I think he was planning for other (read violent) ways to get me to write. I sensed this coming and decided to save him the effort.I opened the site...It was in some distant unattended corner of my memory

Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01835908378690945529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24328930.post-1150254971692823392006-06-13T19:57:00.000-07:002006-06-13T22:19:01.306-07:00

Catamaran, bus and then an auto took us to what I can say was the smallest and the most serene village I have ever been to. You can count the number of houses (or huts) on your finger tips. It was a small, winding road which led us to Shree resort. The road was soo narrow, it could not accommodate two vehicles side by side. The houses looked much like those in my native place. Huts, with a very

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The catamaran swayed from one side to the other and cruised forward at the same time. We checked on each other for motion sickness. This problem heightens in boats since it moves in almost all directions possible. DG was ready with Polo for all of us. We popped one in our mouths and leaned back to enjoy the ride.It is a beautiful feeling to move on water. It's not as if you feel like a fish or

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Three months after college reopened...a month after we had gone out with friends on an outing...a week after the symposia got over.......A week to the start of submission...a month to vivas...two months to the final exams.......At this juncture, drained out of all the work we had done (most out of force and some out of sheer passion) it was time for a retreat...we all felt the need for it. A

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Yesterday during our farewell party, once people got too tired of dancing and had reached near zero energy levels, they started coming on stage and talking about their experiences in the four years, about the friends that they made and how they cherish their friendships with them...These events drove me into deep thought. "Friends for life" people said. I wondered what they really meant. Even i

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It was 3 in the afternoon. Blistering heat. Wobbly auto rikhshaw, the kind that can seat 6 people in one. Six of us friends heading for alibaug. Things were getting quiter as we ran out of ideas to play or talk about something. Sriram pops a question to us. What are the 3 BEST things that happened to you in these four years in VESIT. Almost instantaneously, a name flashed in front of my eyes...'

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It is the 22nd of March, 2006. Having treated myself to a well deserved feast ordered from the local restaurant, I am now sitting in my depressingly sultry bedroom. There is no electricity, the phone line is down and it is only a matter of time before the charge on my cellphone gives out.Cut off from the outside world, I hark back to 24 hours earlier.It was 12.45 PM on the 21st, and we were

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The mind is like a monkey jumping from one tree top to the other. Our thoughts are like the trees that the monkey jumps onto. And eternal happiness is the moments we feel when the mind is thoughtless.It is from this ocean of thoughts - the ocean within, that i bring out a few waves on to this blog...

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