Time flies…

Just crossed 10K hits… and it seems like yesterday when this happened!!!

When the going gets tough…

… the tough get going.

Career… and… life…

Didn’t want to write a post on this, but this thought has been irking me at regular intervals over the past few days, that I feel it is much better to simply write it down and forget it…

Anyway, this is what triggered the stream of thoughts…

While commenting on the post of a fellow blogger, another blogger says “Career is life”. I found it so ridiculous that I actually laughed aloud. But the amusement was instantly replaced by sadness, at the thought of some people’s priorities… “Career is life”. Nice. So, what would family and friends be? What about dreams, desires, aspirations and goals a person might have…? What about interests and hobbies? Love might, of course, be a side issue. Happiness, I assume, is a non-issue. These concepts probably don’t even exist (or maybe don’t matter) in their world. *sigh*

Get me straight, I have nothing against hard-working people. I work hard, too. But beneath all that hard work, there’s love for what I do. And that’s what drives me. I hope people who kill themselves for their career know what they’re doing.

My only wish is that people stop occasionally, to take a deep breath and reassess their priorities… think about what they truly want in life and if they’re going the right way about doing it.

Evergreen Illaiyaraja?

I dunno why people say Illaiyaraja’s music can never get boring, how many ever times you listen to it… Was listening to the song ‘Idhu oru pon maalai pozhudhu’ the other day and it just struck me that I had heard the song so many times that I was really bored of it. Am not supporting ARR or anyone else here. Just that IR’s songs don’t seem to be as enduring or perpetual to me. *shrug*

Nenju porukudhillaye indha nilai ketta manidharai ninaithu vittal….

I just read this. And am disheartened.

At times like this, I concur with the Chinese remedy for rape.

“Any man who dares to abuse a woman should be hung upside down, repeatedly whipped and beaten with wooden clubs, burned with cigarette butts, branded with soldering irons, and have his genitals ripped off.“

(Thanks to Ramya for the info.)

Ondra renda kelvigal…

‘iru vizhigalum vizhigalum inaindhana…
iru imaigalum imaigalum thigaithana…‘*

 

idhula slight doubt enakku… adheppadi iru vizhigal/imaigal… kanakku thappa varudhe… shouldn’t it be two pairs of eyes… assuming that our hero/heroine/whomever are not visually handicapped, idheppadi possible?

 

(* – the opening lines of the song ‘Yaaridamum’ from ‘Thotti Jaya’)

 

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Indha ‘VITOMINE – Active clothing for men’ apdinu city la anganga hoardings iruke… (by Chennai silks, I guess…) adhula irukara model namma* Arya-va?

 

(* Hehe… I just wanted you to note the usage of the phrase ‘namma Arya’.. avlo dhan… Last week ‘Ullam Ketkume’ patha after effects… I still haven’t seen ‘Arindhum Ariyamalum’ yet. ‘Life-a waste panreenga, Madhu’, V said wistfully yesterday… Hmmm….)

 

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Captain-oda movie ‘Perarasu’ eppo release agudhu?

 

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And about my struggle with the template to remove those spaces, I’ll forever be indebted to Vijai for pointing out to me that the problem was only with Firefox. There are no spaces when viewed with IE. (I wasted 3 hrs on this and might have spent more, if not for him! Avanoda style-laye sollanum na, ‘Nandri hai’… hehe…)

Appadi podu!!!

‘Avan seriyana poruki… seruppala adikanum‘ – One girl in my van said to another, this morning, the ‘avan’ in question being director S.J.Surya!!!!

I vehemently agree.

The shortest and (happiest) love story

This is one of the best forwards I have ever received.He asked “Will you marry me?”
She replied “No”.
They lived happily ever after.

When you come to think of it, there’s a lot of sense to these three short sentences. Wouldn’t life have been much simpler and happier if women had stayed on Venus and men on Mars?

Reaching God

This is from Paulo Coelho’s note in his book ‘By the River Piedra I sat down and wept’ :“..we must never forget that spiritual experience is above all a practical experience of love. And with love there are no rules. Some may try to control their emotions and develop strategies for their behavior; others may turn to reading books of advice from “experts” on relationships – but this is all folly. The heart decides, and what it decides is all that matters.

All of us have had this experience. At some point, we have each said through our tears, “I’m suffering for a love that’s not worth it.” We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules.

But ultimately there is no good reason for our suffering, for in every love lies the seed of growth. The more we love, the closer we come to spiritual experience. Those who are truly enlightened, those whose souls are illuminated by love, have been able to overcome all of the inhibitions and preconceptions of their era. They have been able to sing, to laugh, and to pray out loud; they have danced and shared what Saint Paul called “the madness of saintliness.” They have been joyful – because those who love conquer the world and have no fear of loss. True love is an act of total surrender.

…Thomas Merton once said that the spiritual life is essentially to love. One doesn’t love in order to do what is good or to help or to protect someone. If we act that way, we are perceiving the other as a simple object, and we are seeing ourselves as wise and generous persons. This has nothing to do with love. To love is to be in communion with the other and to discover in that other the spark of God.”

I don’t think there is anything more I can add.

All in a day’s work…

‘M, what would you like in your guy?’ a chat window pops up, when I’m working hard to decipher the code in my black-n-green screen. It’s A. ‘Huh?’ is my response.’No, I wanna know if you would like your guy to wear clothes of one particular colour’, A tries to explain. To me, it sounds like A’s recently been hit on the head with a brick. I’m truly mystified. ‘A, what’s up? What exactly is it that you want to know?’ I try once more.

He then sends me a forward in an attempt to explain – it’s a forward I have received several times before. (It’s the questionnaire from a guy to a girl asking ‘Why do you stop talking and look at me everytime I enter the classroom?’, ‘Why did you stop singing the other day, when I looked at you?’ and other such foolish questions with equally foolish options. The forward also has the reply from the girl rebuffing the guy, with obvious answers to every one of his questions. Apparently, at some point, some guy decided that the rebuff was too much to endure, and modified the genders, making it appear as if it was originally from a girl to a guy.) One of the questions in the original forward was ‘I mentioned casually that I like the colour blue. The next day you wore a blue salwar. Why? Options (a) You wore it because it’s my favourite colour. (b) You wore it to please me… and other such lousy ‘options’. This had been altered to the girl mentioning that she liked blue and the guy wearing a blue shirt the next day, in the forward that A received.

*sigh* Poor A, the fool that he is, found this a little bewildering and wanted to know if girls indeed prefer guys wearing shirts of specific colours. (Trust me A, as long as a guy is fully clothed, I wouldn’t mind anything, I want to answer.) ‘No, A, we really don’t have any such preferences. Now that you mention it, we don’t even notice the clothes that guys wear’, I venture to explain. A is startled. ‘You mean girls don’t care at all about all that?’. ‘Of course we don’t, A. We have better things on the planet to discuss about’. ‘Oh….’, A trails off. After a few seconds’ silence, he ventures again. ‘Appo pasanga dhan loosu madhri ponnunga pinnadi alayarangala?’ he asks. Sadly, A, yes, I say. With another ‘Oh….’, he relapses into what I assume is a thoughtful silence. I leave him to ponder over what was apparently a relevation to him and resume my war with the black-n-green screen.