Mehendhi Art

 

Mehendi art

some people tickle my funny bone!!!!

I always like to explore human characters. Each and every person in this world comes with a different package. Every human is unique. Many characters fascinated me some intrigued me and most irritated me. But I continue my search for learning a new thing from each and every person that I meet.

This post is going to be a compilation of a few funniest people, that I met, meeting and will meet in my journey of life.

Mr. Dumbo

*PLACE:-Heavily crowded bank

*Husband- Hey !…that manager is shouting at me and not giving the money.

[I was sitting nearby and happen to listen only after, half the conversation was over]

The wife seemed pretty sure at what she was saying and told him that this is not the write procedure and corrected him.]

*Husband- He was extremely annoyed. And with a sprouting anger in his face, yelled at his wife….”Enna vida unakku jaasthi therinjidumaa???!!!!” meaning, “How could you possibly know anything better than me?”

I was stunned!!!!…….That man had the guts to humiliate himself and his wife, in front of  so many people!….totally SICK!

*Funny kid 1

I went to one of my relative’s house, a couple of days before. A ten year old kid was there, absorbed in some movie. His mum kept talking and interrupting him, in between.

After a few minutes, he was so pissed off and shouted at his mom.

Mom!…  I am Emotional now!! …….why can’t you just shut up?……

I was rolling on the floor laughing….Emotional?!…  At this age???!!!!…I dunno whether I knew the meaning of that word @ his age!!!!

Funny kid 2

Me:- oye kuttima….what’s your favourite subject??.

kid :- {giving me THE, are u nuts?!!! LOOK}

Apdillaam kaetka koodaathu….saapdura itemsla dhaan, unakku favourite  edhunnu kaekkanum!!!

[meaning => you shouldn't ask a question like that. Only in eatables should u ask…which is your favourite!]

She’s probably right!….How many of us really enjoyed any subject, while in school?

Hibernation sucks

My college days are gone like a flash of light.

And right now, I am left only with wonderful memories.

If you ask, any engineering passed out fresher, about their worst time of their life,

it would definitely be, their waiting time for joining letter (aka hibernation), from the recruited IT company.

Once in a tamil comedy, have I seen a famous comedian acclaiming that,

being idle is the toughest job in the world.

I laughed at it, then. But now, I understand the truth in it.

Back when I was in college, I used to whine that I had only a little time for fun.

But now, when I can be free for the whole time, I fret about it.

Human beings are strange creatures. We want a bright sun on a rainy day and

a huge downpour on a sunny day

I’ve been away from blogging for a long time…mostly because I did not come across anything much interesting.

But also because…who cares….almost nobody reads my blog….but I like writing crap issues in a more crappy manner. So my ramblings continue….

There are a few things I wanted to write about, but was too lazy to do it.

Here is a list of Some films that enjoyed watching during this vetti time,

• In pursuit of happiness[awesome film]
• Mitr-my friend [Bhavatharini has done a wonderful job with songs…I wish I could get the lyrics of thom thana Tirana song.]
• Dasavatharam [good entertainer]
• Happy days [nostalgic and good songs]
• Heidi-one of my favorite cartoon, since childhood…still the best…wish I could get the English version on you-tube.

And if there is anybody out there, who reads my blog by accident…drop in ur views as comments……

Found This info in an awesome blog….truly inspiring!

A Real Life Experience

This article is written by Sudha Murthy. Sudha Murthy is a widely published writer and chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved in a number of social development initiatives. Infosys chairman Narayan Murthy is her husband. I must have gone through it many times, yet everytime I go through it, it never ceases to inspire me. The humility of the Tatas and how it impacted Sudha’s life is so evident…

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It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies’ hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science.

I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a Doctorate in computer science. I had been offered scholarships from Universities in the US . I had not thought of taking up a job in India .

One day, while on the way to my hostel from our Lecture-hall complex, I saw an advertisement on the notice board. It was a Standard job-requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (Now Tata Motors). It stated that the company required young, bright engineers, Hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc.

At the bottom was a small line: “Lady Candidates need not apply.”

I read it and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was up against gender discrimination.

Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had done extremely well in academics, better than most of my male peers. Little did I know then that in real life academic Excellence is not enough to be successful.

After reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost person in Telco’s management about the injustice the company was perpetrating. I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I did not know who headed Telco.

I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew JRD Tata was the head of the Tata Group; I had seen his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company’s chairman then). I took the card, addressed it to JRD and started writing. To this day I remember clearly what I wrote.

“The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They are the people who started the basic infrastructure industries in India , such as iron and steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives. They have cared for higher education in Indiasince 1900 and they were responsible for the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis of gender.”

I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, I received a telegram stating that I had to appear for an interview at Telco’s Pune facility at the company’s expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap! I collected Rs 30 each from everyone who wanted a sari. When I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back then they seemed good enough to make the trip.

It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately fell in love with the city. To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown. The place changed my life in so many ways. As directed, I went to Telco’s Pimpri office for the interview.

There were six people on the panel and I realised then that this was serious business. This is the girl who wrote to JRD,” I heard somebody whisper as soon as I entered the room. By then I knew for sure that I would not get the job. The realisation abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the interview was being conducted.

Even before the interview started, I reckoned the panel was biased, so I told them, rather impolitely, “I hope this is only a technical interview.”

They were taken aback by my rudeness, and even today I am ashamed about my attitude. The panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them.

Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, “Do you know why we said lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that we have never employed any ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-ed college; this is a factory. When it comes to academics, you are a first ranker throughout. We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories.”

I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place. I did not know the ways of large corporate houses and their difficulties, so I answered, “But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to work in your factories.”

Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had been successful. So this was what the future had in store for me. Never had I thought I would take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnataka there, we became good friends and we got married.

It was only after joining Telco that I realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him till I was transferred to Bombay . One day I had to show some reports to Mr Moolgaokar, our chairman, who we all knew as SM. I was in his office on the first floor of BombayHouse (the Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in. That was the first time I saw “appro JRD”. Appro means “our” in Gujarati. This was the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House called him.

I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard episode. SM introduced me nicely, “Jeh (that’s what his close associates called him), this young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate.

She is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor.” JRD looked at me. I was praying he would not ask me any questions about my interview (or the postcard that preceded it).

Thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he remarked. “It is nice that girls are getting into engineering in our country. By the way, what is your name?”

“When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni, Sir,” I replied. “Now I am Sudha Murthy.” He smiled and kindly smile and started a discussion with SM. As for me, I almost ran out of the room. After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was the Tata Group chairman and I was merely an engineer. There was nothing that we had in common. I was in awe of him.

One day I was waiting for Murthy, my husband, to pick me up after office hours. To my surprise I saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know how to react. Yet again I started worrying about that postcard. Looking back, I realise JRD had forgotten about it. It must
have been a small incident for him, but not so for me.

“Young lady, why are you here?” he asked. “Office time is over.” I said, “Sir, I’m waiting for my husband to come and pick me up.” JRD said, “It is getting dark and there’s no one in the corridor.

I’ll wait with you till your husband comes.”

I was quite used to waiting for Murthy, but having JRD waiting alongside made me extremely uncomfortable.

I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him. He wore a simple white pant and shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing. There wasn’t any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, “Look at this person. He is a chairman, a well-respected man in our country and he is waiting for
the sake of an ordinary employee.”

Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called and said, “Young lady, tell your husband never to make his wife wait again.”

In 1982 I had to resign from my job at Telco. I was reluctant to go, but I really did not have a choice. I was coming down the steps of Bombay House after wrapping up my final settlement when I saw JRD coming up. He was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say goodbye to him, so I stopped. He saw me and paused.

Gently, he said, “So what are you doing, Mrs Kulkarni?”
(That was the way he always addressed me.) “Sir, I am leaving Telco.”

“Where are you going?” he asked. “Pune, Sir. My husband is starting a company called Infosys and I’m shifting to Pune.”

“Oh! And what will you do when you are successful.”

“Sir, I don’t know whether we will be successful.”
“Never start with diffidence,” he advised me. “Always start with confidence. When you are successful you must give back to society. Society gives us so much; we must reciprocate. I wish you all the best.”

Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for what seemed like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive. Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once did. I told him of my many sweet memories of working with Telco. Later, he wrote to me, “It was nice hearing about Jeh from you. The sad part is that he’s not alive to see you today.”

I consider JRD a great man because, despite being an extremely busy person, he valued one postcard written by a young girl seeking justice. He must have received thousands of letters everyday. He could have thrown mine away, but he didn’t do that. He respected the intentions of that unknown girl, who had neither influence nor money, and gave her an opportunity in his company. He did not merely give her a job; he changed her life and mindset forever.

Close to 50 per cent of the students in today’s engineering colleges are girls. And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments. I see these changes and I think of JRD. If at all time stops and asks me what I want from life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to see how the company we started has grown. He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.

My love and respect for the House of Tata remains undiminished by the passage of time. I always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role model for his simplicity, his generosity, his kindness and the care he took of his employees. Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky; they had the same vastness and magnificence.

AnnaUniversity- Model question papers- only three

The link below contains scanned copies of only three papers.

Zoom to get clear view.

2008 papers

1.Mobile computing

2.Software quality management

3.High speed networks

http://rapidshare.com/files/113612936/anna_univ_model_2008_papers.rar.html

Finally…….Final Year!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s like a miracle to me……

I feel like, it was yesterday, that I joined my first year of engineering.

And now, people call me….. “THE FINAL YEAR GAL”.

And honestly! It’s a privilege and I enjoy being called so…..

Because it’s the only privilege, that I had the chance of enjoying, in my college.

Unlike the other colleges, we never had culturals, ragging, creative events etc. We had symposiums, ofcourse..But that wasn’t enough for us..was it????

Basically, all the fun elements and creativity were cut off, in the name of the so called “College jargons” like “strictness, discipline” etc.,

I personally feel,that discipline/dignity/self-esteem/attitude or whatever you call it, should be possessed by oneself!

And it can never be pushed upon oneself…..

And that’s what these people are trying to do.Never mind…we cared little about these problems.

The other day, I remember asking one of my junior in my bus about ragging.[conversation below]

ME: Hey poorni, See.. I’ve now become a final year! [Hurrah!]

POORNI: So what?

[ I should have stopped with this. But silly me... I didn't. ]

ME: Well….u know na ?….that we all will leave within a few weeks..

POORNI: Yes….So..?

ME: So… I thought…may be…or just may be…. we people might rag u gals, for just once. What do u say?

POORNI: [She was already in fits of laughter]
Akka….That’s a good idea….But the problem is…Do you really
know, how to do the ragging stuff?

[My Conscience]: That’s a good question. I actually don’t know!

ME: Hey [with a pretended angry look, which didn't come out very well]
U dunno about the terror CSE dept and “The other side of
me”…grrrrrr….

POORNI: Don’t worry ka….I’ll know about your “Other Side” sometime later. Right now I’m very tired… [haaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....]
[Saying so she dozed of.....]

This is just a single bulb, out of, several of the bulb factories that I owned in college…..Never mind…..Where was I?

Yeah….So what did I gain then? ….by taking up a professional course, paying for it and taxing myself to clear all the papers, that I had?

Is it knowledge? …wisdom? ….nah….I can’t even build a simple software, that could be marketed…So what is it all about?

Well…. There are a few things ,that I learnt in college…..

I learnt how to sleep in bus, without falling from the seat. I even mastered the art of standing and sleeping….

I learnt how to eat snacks, right in middle of the class with my mouth shut.
I learnt to sleep, with eyes open…….and similar life-saving survival skills and management skills…[If u can't convice them, confuse them types ]

And I also learnt some theoretical knowledge about stuff like OS, DBMS, N/W, OOPS, SE etc., but never had the chance of applying them practically, to really understand……what all this stuff, is about.

The Anna University syllabus pattern was like a buffet system in hotels.

We had so many varieties, that has to be eaten in an extremely short span of time….So we kept running and taking only the cream of the items….to know what it would be like …and never had the chance of digging and eating completely, one full item!

Confusing eh? …What I meant was, we never had “in depth” knowledge about any single subject…..

We all knew something about everything ….but not everything about something….

But the best part of my college life was……bonding with my fellow mates……my friends……The ones that I laughed with, cried with, struggled with, enjoyed with, played with, jumped with……[it's a never ending list].

The course of life…… may take us apart, but the bond that exists between us will continue forever!

I read somewhere, that friends are siblings that god forgot to give us…..and I’m glad……that I’ve gained, many such siblings in my college.

And I’m really going to miss them all…..But for now, we r trying to make the best of our final year….inspite of all the restrictions……

BECAUSE…..this is THE YEAR………….to be cherished………… for the rest of our lives…….

I dedicate this wonderful song to “The Final Years” all over the world.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRJ1eGQ9ftA

[A MUST HEAR SONG.........]

My Experiment with paint!

“The World of stars”

Taare Zameen Par…….

This is my first blog at wordpress. So, I thought I would start with something really good……something which made a strong impact on me, recently. Well, if that’s the case, it must be “THE FILM”-”TAARE ZAMEEN PAR”……

After watching the film…I had no words to describe it…

I was like…oh my god!…oh my god!…OH MY GOD!

I was totally dumbstruck.

This is not a film to be described….This is a film to be felt….

What a beautiful mixture of emotions!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bet, none can watch this film without crying….

But the odd thing is…I felt so happy watching the film….with smile and tears alternatively accompanying me….
A special mention to the fact…that this would be “The Cleanest Film”, that got released after a long period of time.

Its deals with very simple, yet complex issues.

The story in general, is about a child with the disease called Dyslexia, a neurological disorder that can affect anybody. The protagonist is a kid named Ishaan, in his third grade of schooling, with above average intelligence.

Dyslectic children have difficulty deciphering letters, page no.s, directions etc., Just like many of us, Ishaan’s parents are also alien to such facts and fail to accept the difficulty of their son.

Well, what happens to this special kid’s life is the climax.

The film, beautifully portrays the innocence of children, the pressure children face in this competitive world, the ignorance of parents in understanding the practical problems of kids ..etc.,

Above all, the film flourishes with optimism….It’s so positive…..
Its also etches the wonderful message-

“EVERY CHILD IS SPECIAL”.

And the name says it all…If u want to have a peek into “The world of stars”.Well, Watch