The perfect script - the star

Those that aren't Indian struggle to fathom exactly what Tendulkar means to so many millions, and it's doubtful whether even those that live here really comprehend just how much a part of the national consciousness he has become. He is such a unifying force, a personality capable of stirring the emotions in every nook and corner of a vast land. And in these times of distress and anger, it was so very appropriate that it would be Tendulkar who put the smiles back on at least a few faces.

-Dileep Premachandran

Cricinfo

The little trust

Familiarity, happiness , security. Even the best will dawn on you sometime.

I waited in hope, patience and desperation. The unfamiliarity grew over me while i wasted my days in optimism. I woke up to see myself unknown of my suroundings. While i struggle to get my hands and reach out to my beloning, I got resuce in the form of 'trust'. A little spark to darkness; you could call fun, happiness , divine.I grew out, to find myself, got my shell . found my space. Got adicted to the trust i grow with and live with.

Existence in Disparity

Every time i pick up the phone to call a loved one , I have to calculate a time difference.
Appa , Amma - '+10.5 hrs'
karthik - '-3 hrs'
Vidya - '+5 hrs'
I never imagined there would ever be a time like this, when i find amazing happiness talking to home, to people who are just mine. Distance isnt a big deterrent anymore. Not when there are multiple ways you could find to 'be connected' . But is this virtual networking, inevitable of course, doing any good at all?
Reminds me of a crazy mohan comedy where he goes ' We are a joint family - me and my wife stay together ' , though i laughed that day, i thought he was exaggerating.
May be he wasnt.
The drifting lifestyles arent happening all of a sudden and its not something people have control over anymore. Its extremely gradual and most people realize only when they are way into it and consciously make efforts to overcome the distance.
Globalisation, Cross border relationships and diversity is the benefits that just cannot be replaced. Its amazing to have a korean, chinese and american in a team with you and its the next big thing that we are working towards.
But what about the cultural and emotional sacrifices it brings with it? How does it feel to celebrate diwali in a closed room with a collection of similar people from the geography you are in? How does it ever replace a street full of people waking up 4 am in the morning with burst crackers almost in your living room ? (Lets ignore the noise and pollution at this moment! )
I agree that you could always travel back when you want to. But this isn't just a matter of one time.
Its about missing life at one part with advantages over other. People gain experiences, go back home, share knowledge and even find jobs. But eventually over generations there is a huge gap that is being created. If this is trade off where one has to decide their priorities over,
Choosing between moms coffee everyday and earning a global exposure to meet people from 26 countries for an exotic lifestyle - can never be justified.

One liners about things that keep me busy

I belong to a Building bustling with brilliance; breakfast here is in business casuals.

Bread, Cheese, Yogurt , Bagel, Donut , Creamer - My new found food companions.

Endless assignments always keeps one awake.

Uncommonness in Language, thoughts, attire and believes - striving to be a perfect team.

Money matters. But not as much as it seems to matter at most times.

I am confused how to interpret 'networking'! Its a very vague term.

Search for people. Search for job.Search for more money.Search for the perfect partner. The search never ends. So keep searching.

Ice skating could be fun. Even if you have no idea how to skate!

There is a very thin line between Altruism and Intrusion .

After a long tiring day, happiness was in a small packet brought by USPS with the best gift i ever got.

Place. People. Patriotic.

I am nostalgic with memories of an early rise on a sunny summer morning. Dressed in a cute crisp uniform, we joined the bee line of students who all gathered in the assembly for the flag hoist. It wasn't just another day. It meant an hours wait in the scotching heat, claps , national anthem, a flag pinned on the chest and chocolates for fun.

And then were times when it was not just a holiday. A day when i woke up to see the TV on earlier than normal. When I got used to seeing Ad's and wishes early morning on the newspaper. When sms conveyed messages otherwise forgotten. The only day when prime minister's speech was important and when AR Rahman and Lata Mangeshkar versions of Vande Mataram kindled the spirit of the day.

On through, it still did not remain just another day. It was a day that could be spent with kids in orphanages, an opportunity to go around and distribute chocolates. When it was about making someone else's day delightful.

Today, my country wakes up to yet another day that reiterates its freedom people still continue doing every thing as before, in this side of the globe it dark and its the day before.

I needed a day on the calendar all these years to feel the refreshed smell of patriotism all day long. Here i live, miles apart from her where every single day i look out for things that could give me the slightest touch of her being. Anything from a distant aroma of food to jus seeing a crowd of people with noise gets it on.

Love her. Miss her.

Happy independence day!

First words

I jus woke up to absolute silence. Took a few steps to the window near me and a see green, lots of it. I can listen to my own foot steps at home, a gruggling refridgarator and some little birds who jus woke up with me. Every 3 minutes there is a loud whoosing sound that takes all the attention on the road, a car passing by. And as I type away, I fear if my keyboard is gonna wake up a sweet little girl who gave me place to stay and is sleeping in a room beside me. Im here in purude and my first words say I want some NOICE.

First words

I jus woke up to absolute silence. Took a few steps to the window near me and a see green, lots of it. I can listen to my own foot steps at home, a gruggling refridgarator and some little birds who jus woke up with me. Every 3 minutes there is a loud wooshing sound that takes all the attention on the road, a car passing by. And as I type away, I fear if my keyboard is gonna wake up a sweet little girl who gave me place to stay and is sleeping in a room beside me. Im here in purude and my first words say I want some NOISE.