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What can you get for two rupees? A banana; a candy bar; a paracetamol; sometimes one drumstick and what else? Read on.Yesterday I got into a BMTC bus and when the conductor approached, I gave him 10 Rs not knowing how much the ticket would cost. Those who have lived here can agree to this - one can never know how many different kinds of city buses we have here and cost of ticket . Anyway, the

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When we moved in to our own house in Hosur early last year, I and my wife were very excited for many reasons. One of the reasons was to be able to have a garden. Well, why wouldn't you be, when you have more than 250 sq ft just for this. So much was the excitement that we somehow wanted to stuff in three coconut trees, a pomegranate tree, a gooseberry, a sita tree (sugar apple/custard apple)

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And so, after more than 2 days, the Mumbai horror is over. Maharastra chief minister and almost all TV channels claimed the NSG's operation as a great success and all that bullshit. But let me ask you this - would you call it a success? I mean, didn't we lose nearly 200 lives, including 15 security forces just like that? Did we at any point think we won't be able to kill or capture those gunmen?

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... the decision has been made to ban smoking in all public places in India. Honestly, I am very very pleased with the decision. Sure, it is going to make the smokers' life difficult. But what matters is that those who have been passive smokers all along can breathe freely. I hope (in fact, I am pretty sure) that the smokers will find a way.Now it will be interesting to see how well this is

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Yet another Olympics but the story is same as far as India is concerned. As in the past, few (read one or two) pleasant surprises, few positives here and there and loads of disappointment. While all Indians were hoping for a good performance through some miracle, most of us knew that the reality would be completely different. Yes, there were over a billion prayers. But you see, god only helps he

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A perfect blend of East and West - Sounds familiar? If it does, then you are probably one among the millions of (probably desperate) Indian men; Men who are looking for their better-half (many would settle for a better-quarter) over internet.For those ignorant souls out there, this is the phrase you would find in almost all girls' profiles on Indian matrimonial websites. If you come across this,

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I know this can be relative. But I would like to hear from you people. If you didn't understand the question, then let me rephrase for you.What, in your opinion, makes a person interesting? (Or)What kind of person would you call interesting?From what I have seen around, this "interestingness" (I own the copyright to this word) is somewhat associated to a person's idiosyncrasies. Or should I say

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So, the much awaited news is here. I am getting married. Yes, you heard it right. I will be married on May 14th of this year. Humm, am I going to miss my bachelorhood? ;)

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Came across this."Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear." — Ambrose Redmoon

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I have been promoted at work. I have just been told that I am doing a good job. I have been given a considerable hike, just months after a hike that was even bigger than this one. And just like that, I have got two promotions and 5 hikes in the last 3 years.Alright, that's for the news part. You want to know what my problem is? The problem is that I am not happy. Not that I am unhappy about this.

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"I am not perfect. But I know what perfection is"

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My fellow Indians continue to amuse me. By every small thing they do. By their never ending enthusiam to compete; to fight; To fight for their right. To fight for that 10C seat that has been reserved for them in the Chennai - Bangalore flight.People were up and at the gate even before the gate was open for boarding. Some, as though all they needed was a spark to lead, joined the line. And before

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I am a software engineer and like others I receive hundreds of e-mails a week. I know it's not difficult to understand how close these modern software professionals are with electronic mails. There are many kinds of e-mails that you see every day like spam, forwarded mails, please-forward-to-all-you-know mails, account statements, personal mail etc. However, today's focus will be on one kind that

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A couple of photos from my HongKong trip. I have these on 360.yahoo.com as well. However, I am not satisfied as they shrunk the photos.

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I am not a dreamer. No, I am not meaning that I do not have wishes that sound like dreams. I have plenty of them. I mean, I do not dream when I sleep. Sometimes when I am awfully sick, I get what one might call nightmares. Like someone abducts me, puts me in a small box with my hands and ankles tied. I am bathing in sweat inside the air-tight box and could barely emit any audible sound, let alone

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A conversation between Jack Nicholson (plays the role of a famous writer) and a front desk girl in the movie 'As good as it gets'.Girl: "How do you write women so well?"Jack: "Well, I think of a man, then I take away reason and accountability"Now, that will make any woman furious, won't it? ;)

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Are you good at General knowledge? You might be interested in knowing this!!!While I was browsing, comes a popup with a question and says the winner could win an Apple iPod. The question is :Whose butt is this? (picture provided on the popup as well)A. ShakiraB. MadonnaC. Jennifer LopezThis is such a funny world.

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Whoever said men can't express their feelings? Here is a mail I have got from a friend of mine who has just become a father.-----------I didn’t expect my daughter to change me as much as I have. You get such a strong sense of responsibility. I mean even when holding her – you feel as if her life depends on you, so if I am holding her, I wont drink hot tea! There is no time left in the day. The 3

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I today saw her setting a new world record for the longest voice message ever left. More than 3 minutes! Can anyone beat that?And... she laughed a couple of times too! (please read the previous post to get the context)

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Have you ever thought that someone you barely know can bring so much happiness in to your life? Well, I just discovered that.There is this girl who sits next to me in office. I only know her for the past two weeks and all we say to each other is "Hello", "Good night" and occasional "wow, nice weather, isn't it?". Actually, I am not quite sure if should call her a girl. She must be in her late

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I just finished watching a French movie (English subtitles, of course) , "Amelie". In fact, a couple of times in as many days. To put it in a nutshell, this is one of those movies that will make you sit in silence for sometime and let the feeling sink in. A perfect combination of liveliness and lighthearted comedy. The photography is as good as any other aspects about the movie. Best thing about

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This is by far my best weekend in a long time. Yesterday I had a great opportunity to hear/watch a traditional Hawaiian concert at the Whittier College, Beverly hills. The performers were Cazimero brothers. Honestly I have no idea how popular they were. But most of the people who were present there seemed to recognize them.This was my first ever time that had anything to do with Hawaii. I never

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I like it when my days are longer. Now don't jump to conclusions that I am a workaholic. Not yet. What I meant is I like it when the sun sets after 8 or 9 in the evening. I know there are people who do not particularly like it when they go to a country in the northern hemisphere. But I love it. People who live in a trffic-affected city like Bangalore can probably guess why.I really hate it to

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Nothing is going normal since yesterday. Well, it's actually day before yesterday.Its Sunday morning 1:30 AM and Friday night should technically be called day before yesterday, right?On Friday night, I was over-enthusiastic about finishing off some work and stayed up through the night. When I decided to close the day (!) it was 7 in the morning. Though I didn't like the idea, fell asleep. Despite

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After resisting the temptation for a long time, I give in. I have always been an old-fashioned guy in this regard. Are you saying, "In all aspects". Well, I am not going to stop you from making "Wrong assumptions" :-DOk.. Here is the news. I finally bought myself a digital Camera. It's a digital SLR with 6.1 mega pixels from Minolta (Maxxum5D) I must say I am in love with this camera already. Its

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Just finished reading this book and I must say that I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. It was hilarious and made me laugh out loud many times.As the name suggests, the story is about few people in an Indian call center on one particular night. A very light subject and I am not going to write the whole story here, for I want you to read this book. Another point you will appreciate is the simple

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I am still finding it difficult to get something to write about. In the mean time, here is something a collegue of mine, who visited me recently, had to share with another friend. I know, having seen me, such a nice guy, you will find things that you might want to object. Please leave them as your comments. :)Note: J is me-------------------------------Hi,Here are the facts – part of them you

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Came across this point. Striking!After all, what is belief if you are told what to believe in?

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"What? You are not going to be awake till 12 o' clock?", a friend of mine asked when I said I am going to bed at my usual time on December 31st last year.I replied, "I guess I am. And I don't think there is anything going to be special in the sky tonight."Well, many would say I am boring and dull and I do not know how to welcome the new year. And for a lot of people, this "New Year" thing starts

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Last month I saw a particular post all over Bangalore with the following statement:"An evening with Dadi Janakai — the most stable mind in the world"Now who is this Dadi Janaki. If this is a person, how can someone call oneself a superlative of anything? I think people should know that these kind of self-praises will only have people repelled.

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I am tired. I am tired of re-reviewing my requirements list; Of redefining and refining my process; Of moving items from the "Required" section to the "Nice-to-have" section; Of having to hear people saying that I am being unrealistic.Note: Unrealistic = Finding an educated, no non-sense, no possessive, no highly sensitive, no introvert, individualistic and slim girl.The need to do something

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Long ago (Must be a really long time. Perhaps, when I was in primary school) I learnt the meaning of the word "principle" from the dictionary. I learnt that "principle" is basis for one's conduct. It said principle is something, which is widely recognized by everyone. It said truth and honesty are examples of principle.It's been years since then and I am beginning to doubt the idea behind

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Yesterday was the last day for the Bangalore book festival. Most of the time, Bangalore's biggest books shops-Landmark and crossword being my favorites- are good enough. However, there are two good reasons why I did not want to miss this event.1. You get a lot of books in an exhibition like this that you don't find anywhere in Bangalore. Mostly the Tamil books, which would otherwise need me to

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The autowaalah was a young chap, who was kind enough(!) to take me to Koramangala. The weather was good and I was in no mood to find if the meter was tampered or not. Usually I paint a serious picture of myself once I am in an auto and do not open my mouth so as not to encourage the driver to indluge in any conversation.As we were cutting through the streets of Jaya nagar, I noticed that the

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I can't help but keep looking at my ring finger. The more I look at it, the more I hate how it looks. I can't help but compare it with the one on my right hand. The feeling is worse. Not that I have the most beautiful fingers in the world. Nor am I saying that it is as important to me as to girls. But it's a blemish.It looks ugly. It's leaning to the left, as though having an affection towards

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“It is not appropriate to ask a man his salary or a woman her age”, they say in India. (I am not sure if they have the same belief in other countries too)Contrarily, a man would always want to know a girl's age and man's salary is an important information for the girl too.So, why on earth did they say this? Does anyone have a clue?

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My doctor has advised me against using my left hand for 3 more weeks. He says, a fractured finger takes 4 weeks of time to mend. Though I can type (with some struggle, of course) with 6 fingers, I think I better let my finger heal completely.So, I shall take a short break now and be back soon.

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I do not know how old my grandma is. I do not know when her birthday falls. I never tried to find out either. But what I know is she is the sweetest woman on earth. And perhaps, sweetest thing I will ever know. Can someone be nice to everyone in the world? She does it and does it all the time. I remember when I was a small boy; I was very emotionally attached to her. I always thought I was her

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Some facts about diamonds.1. Diamond is the hardest substance found in nature.2. Diamond is a polymorph of carbon.3. Diamond is very expensive.4. Diamond is usually bought by men for their new girl friend or new wife.5. Diamond is a girl's best friend.6. He who does not know this (point 5) is not romantic.

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These two questions have been nagging me for a long time. But I never found the guts to 'seek the source' to find answers.First, when girls wear strong perfume, what is their motive? Is it that they want men to keep some distance from them or they want men to go closer to them? I wonder. I know there are men who are mentally and physically allergic to strong scents. In fact, I won't be

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This is an interesting blog. http://photo-a-day.blogspot.com/What is interesting about the photos is the angle the photographer chooses. More than the composition or the subject itself, the angle seems to add a glamour to his photos.

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Everytime I visit my new house, my love for the house is growing doublefold. It's like a dream coming true. I have always wanted to have a house like this. Well, somewhat like this. I am sure, I can live here all my life, not getting bored. Nice and quiet. Most of the time, all you hear is birds chirping and then an occasional call from a mother for her kid.These days, I try to spend few hours

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Instead of asking what the Government has done to improve Bangalore, why cannot the industrialists ponder over what they have done for the city," the Deputy Chief Minister asked. Read the outrageous statements that this person has made.http://www.hindu.com/2005/09/14/stories/2005091404890600.htmMaking me wonder about the future of Bangalore as the IT hub. Me going to Chennai!

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The man who finds his homeland sweet is still a tender beginner; he to whom every soil is as his native one is already strong; but he is perfect to whom the entire world is as a foreign land. — Hugo of St. Victor, a 12th century Saxon monk

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hair·va·na (hâr-vänä)n.1. Complete liberation from all hair on one's head. 2. A psychological and spiritual condition where one no longer feels any attachment to their hair. examples : 1. Anita found Deepak's new found state of hairvana particularly enjoyable. She couldn't stop rubbing his smooth shiny head. 2. Stephen embraced hairvana, yet liberation eluded him, as he became addicted to the

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Friday, I happened to sit through and watch a Salsa class (No No, not sauce. It's the dance I am talking about). Well, to be honest, I went there under the pretext of accompanying my friend. She had just joined the classes and that was only her second day.Being a horrible dancer and having an extraordinary creativity to come up with the same step for every different beat and music, I am usually

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I tell myself once again, 'No matter what your intention is, an action is considered right or wrong based on the effect it has on yourself and others'

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The boy knew a lot of people in the city. That was what made travelling appeal to him-he always made new friends, and he didn't have to spend all of his time with them. When someone sees the same people every day, as had happened with him at the seminary, they wind up becoming part of that person's life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn't what the others want them to be,

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I came back with some decent pictures after my last weekend visit to Lal Bagh flower show. Some of them here.

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After a lot of contemplation, I conclude.The pleasure you get from both Time and Money is not in how much you have got. The pleasure is in spending them the way you like.

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Aug 15th, Independence day.I am in the process of moving some of my furniture to my new house in Hosur in a small truck. As Hosur is inside TamilNadu, we have to go past the security check post. The truck driver tells me that we have to pay tax to cross the border."How much do they charge?”"Around 300 rupees", he says, “and that excluding 100 rupees for the officials"He continues, "They won't let

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Whenever I think of future, this thought crosses my mind. Just brilliant!"The future is not some place we are going to, but one we are creating. The paths are not to be found, but made, and the activity of making them, changes both the maker and the destination. "-John Schaar

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I have always had a high regards for my maid servant. She is a nice lady in her forties. Despite language problem and her regular absence I liked her work. Neat is the word I find appropriate. Whenever I leave something uncovered in the kitchen, she will always do it. Occasionally when I leave the newspaper on floor, she will fold it neatly and put it on top of the table. I never had to

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One of the reasons (in fact, the only reason) for me to create this blog page is that I wanted a forum where I can crib, crib and crib.As you see, I am coming back to this blog after few months after seeing someone else's blog by chance. All the while, I did not feel like coming here and crib. This raises a couple of questions (to myself).1. Have I found another medium as a vent for my complaints

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Another frustrating day coming to an end. Fortunately, it's weekend.But not a good sign that you are anxiously waiting for the weekend.

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Chat with a friend of mine (who happens to be a girl) The chat was about her boy friend.....Friend: well, unfortunately sometimes he's a bf, sometimes gfPrakash: oh! That sure makes it difficult, nowPrakash: If you are really concerned about what you should call urself, then ask your BF what he is.Prakash: rather, If he says he is a gay or straight, then you are straightFriend: hahhaha really??

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Substandard.Substandard.Substandard.I did some code-review today :)

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I remember, some time ago, I was telling one of my American friend how blessed we Indians are that our parents have the responsibility of getting their children married. I even proudly proclaimed that it was my contingency plan.Few months since then, here I am, introspecting my "contingency plan".I must have been wrong earlier. I grossly over-estimated my tolerance level, I tell myself. Or may be

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