tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69789337348512171952011-10-11T10:27:04.756+05:30meanderings of a wandering soulwanderlusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00864855488441029322noreply@blogger.comBlogger731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978933734851217195.post-83227730183880094332011-02-19T20:38:00.002+05:302011-02-19T20:38:51.745+05:30

..... moved to http://ruminateatleisure.wordpress.com/

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On the last Sunday of January, for the past 8 years, Kumara Kripa Road in Bangalore says no to vehicles and transforms into a riot of colors. Artists from all over the country come together for the Karnataka Chitra Sante. Paintings in all hues, artists of all ages line the road and it is indeed a feast for the eyes and senses as you walk down in the shade of the huge trees on both sides.Here are

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Dear Santa,I know it is a little late and you and your elves are very busy arranging all those gifts, but you know it has been a few weeks since my woman friday went home and running after my little elves has been too much not just on my knees but everywhere.Anyhow, this year I have decided not to be selfish and here is my list on behalf of millions of women and few hundred men across the globe.

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Forgot my phone at home a few days back.Son took a call, "Hello, my mother is not at home""Who are you?""I am my mother's son"Brother had left his bike at home for a few days.Father went to pick up son from Sunday school on the bike.Son to his friend, "This is my father's brother-in-law's bike"

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When you meet someone close after a long time, the now asleep memories of the good old days start waking up slowly and you go back years ....I am lucky I should say, to call a place as home one of the 50 places you must see before you die, or so the National Geographic says - the backwaters of Alleppey, Kerala. We grew up in the town, but both sets of grandparents had their homes in the heart of

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Was feeling a little low after a medical report which said I was too sweet and then watched this video...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnBeeG-Gv-k&feature=relatedIsn't she a joy to watch? I just love the total abandoned way she dances.And the song...do I even have to say anything?

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Son has been pestering us to rent the 'Fast and Furious' DVD. After the 100th reminder the same day, mother was violent,"You say that once more and you are not going to get it the next 12 months."Silence for a minute..."Amma, do you know what is Fast and Furious without an 's'?""What?""You" (didn't get it? - Fat and Furious ;-) )

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Here is to you, Nancy, for shaking me out of my laziness - the tag on "My sins against Gender-Stereotypes"1. You line up the world's sleekest, coolest cars against a sturdy SUV, without even a second look at the beauties, I'll go for the beast (I just love driving the one above to office , just to see the drooling looks of the guys there, ha ha. They respect me much more now). 2. I can get ready

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Son is learning to make sentences in Hindi.Word -"komal". Instant reply, "Meri maa bahuth komal hein":-)p.s.Swaram - thanks for checking on meNancy - another trip? i am still paying for the one i took. get up and go to office, get back and sleep....you get the drift? it is your tag that prompted me out of inertia :-) thanks.

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You came home from hostel one weekend and got to know that you are getting engaged the week after..You had seen him once, and none in his family...You obeyed your father, no questions asked, came into a house ruled by a strong matriarch..You were so innocent, you believed everyone and everything...You went through so much, but was never without a smile on your face..Your hope was in your kids and

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Dear J, I am so thankful that you forcefully put me on that 5.30 Pacific Surf Liner to San Diego instead of the 8.30 one. The breathtaking view of the rays of the setting sun on the sea is one that I am not going to forget in a long ,long time At some places, you are so close to the sea that you feel you can touch it if you could just put your hands out.. There is a military base close by,

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V pirouettes around everyones' desk singing,"I am gonna paaarttyy everyday, I'm gonna dannnnciiing everyday, I'm gonna plaaaayyyy with my grandkids everyday.....I'm going vacaaaationinnng every month....."G who was on the seat next to me on a train to San Diego, "I have to complete my homework"Me,"What???!!!"G,"I am learning moviemaking and editing and I go or Spanish classes every Friday.

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When did he reach a point that he couldn't take it anymore?What made him think things will never turn for the better?Did he feel things will be alright for his loved ones after?When did that darkest moment happen?How did he reach there?Wasn't there anything or anyone that could have helped him?What made him think no one, not even God could make things change?Was it always in him, or is it life

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Another view of the bridge.. A very brave one - right under the bridge....Alcatraz from golden gate..Just can't get over that ocean...They protest and block roads here too..and this is what they want... all set ... in case something happens..... sharing a light moment meanwhile... watching from above too... p.s. will be back with more interesting ones in a few days....

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The flight to San Francisco was early in the morning. For a few minutes I thought we were going to land on the water. The landing ground is so close to the bay, we see land just as the plane touches ground. Had just half a day to go around , so the next thing after checking in was to book me in for a city tour.And half a day was all it took to fall in love....Anywhere in the city you are never

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9 PM yesterday :Boss - "Bindu, please come to my room immediately"Bindu (to herself) - "Now what did I do?"Boss - "S can't travel. His father is ill. Can you?"Bindu (almost falling from the chair) - "You mean, this Saturday?"Boss - "Yes, you know what the plans are"Bindu (stammering) - "That is just four days, husband, kids, current projects..."Boss - "Think it over and let me know, but would be

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Our new client is in San FranciscoWe are in India and we work nightsTheir morning is our midnightWe need to get trained in one of their applicationsThe trainer is in AustraliaA time which would be convenient for the three of us??!!Happy Women's Day, btw :-)

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The name 'Covey' meant this was not just another training sessionThe trainer was Irish, been in India for seven years and doesn't want to go back. He started very mildly, talking about how trust is core to everything in our life - personal, official, just about everything. And then, a bomshell, "Tell me friends, what is your mission in life?"Pin drop silence.."Have you ever thought what is it

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"Follow your heart, do what you are passionate about" - says the 3 idiots and almost everyone after watching them.When was the last time you followed your heart? Have you really been listening to your heart after you did almost ten years back? The path that you chose then was not very easy, I agree. Thorns and stones were aplenty, the climb seemed too steep at times, you were at the brink of that

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My faithful and sometimes cranky companion of six years has finally breathed its last. My PC has finally crashed not to be restored again.To make matters worse, they have blocked blogspot and wordpress in office. Now that I look back it is quite surprising that we were able to get it for so long. My pal in IT told me when I asked him, "Work Bindu, for a change". Couldn't argue with him

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My daughter turns two and half next month. Time to start her Montessori. So started my second round of school hunting in the past one year.First one was on the first floor of a house straight out of an interior design magazine. Split level floors, curios from all over the world, and the lady straight out of a fashion magazine. She gave me a disdainful look over. Thinking of how I look like even

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She is from an aristocratic Syrian Christian family in Kerala. It was surprising that she was allowed to continue her studies after graduation. Soon after her post graduation was over, she was married off into another so called aristocratic family. The guy was well placed, a chief engineer in merchant navy. The perfect recipe for bliss, right? 10 years later.... She is as thin as a skeleton, with

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In between some meaningless banter on our way to church yesterday, I coughed and cried out all of a sudden.Hubby, who was driving, "What happened?'"Don't know, there was this shooting pain in my lower abdomen"Son who always listens in to our conversations, though he might look totally engrossed in something else, "What is lower abdomen?"Touched his lower abdomen on the right side and told him

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Seeing awards being passed on in the blog world has always made me green with envy. I had always longed for one and finally when the moment came, boy how it has come!!The lady with The Song of Life has presented me with not one or two, but four awards!!Thank you so much, Swaram. This is one precious moment I am not going to forget in a long, long time.Now let me pass these on to some of my

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"Controversy queen Rakhi Sawant is about to take her love for Christianity to another level altogether. She is turning television producer with a show based on the the Bible for a channel that she calls her maika (mother’s home). The serial is tentatively titled, The Holy Bible. And hold your breath. Rakhi will play Mother Mary in the show. "Hold your breath still, her wish list of actors to play

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SerenityTuesday, 22nd September, 5.15 PM, Bangalore City Railway Station, Platform No.5Ernakulam Express leaves the station. In it are my m-i-l, maid and the kids. The train has finally disappeared from my sight. Hubby at work, I have a holiday. Ha, the peaceful and serene feeling, how I have been missing this. Nothing to do for the rest of the evening, can read, sleep or just laze around. No one

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Reading the arguments and counter arguments in response to pareltank's post, I knew I had to share this.Whenever I visit an instituition run by priests or nuns, I have this habit of visiting their chapel. Most of these chapels are very simple, with a light glowing and a Bible and a few prayer books here and there. Being day time, there would hardly be anyone and I get to spend some serene moments

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Retired from tennis two years back, had a baby, came back, knocked out both the Williams sisters and reclaimed a title which she first won in 2005!Kim Clijsters is the new brand ambassador for working moms :-)Way to go, girl!

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[Caution :- A long post] He was suave, flamboyant and known as a ladies man. She was mature, studious and considered to be level headed. They were classmates and acquaintances in the first three years of their engineering and got close to each other in the last year. Both of them landed in Bangalore after getting placed to two well known IT companies. Considered poles apart, when they decided to

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Most of us pray with our hands folded as in the picture above. Whenever we think of a prayer, an image of these folded hands would most probably come into our minds as well. But did you know there was a story behind this picture?Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this big

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picture courtesy - www.keralatourism.orgImagine a place where there are no cars or buses or even roads. Only water everywhere you see - rivers, lakes, canals, ponds, wells. Yes, I am talking about Venice- not of the west, the very humble eastern sister - Alleppey. Now a picture comes to mind - backwaters, houseboats and lakeside resorts. That is one place which has remained almost the same even

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Have you had one of those moments where you didn't know whether to laugh, shout or curse yourself? Well, it happened to me yesterday.I am one of those who have to keep time with our brethren (or sistern) on the other side of the globe and work when all you lucky guys would be sleeping. So normally when I get back home, rest of the souls at home would have entered their second or third phases of

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Off late, I have been hearing this word "humongous" quite often in conversations and whatever I read, but had no clue what it meant. Guess my vocabulary must be seriously outdated.Anyway, it reminded me of another term that was quite a craze a few years back - "Paradigm Shift" . This was the favorite corporate jargon at that time and I wonder whether half of them actually knew what it meant.

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" A leader is best when people barely know he exists, not so good when people obey and acclaim him, worst when they despise him. But of a good leader, who talks little, when his work is done, his aim fulfilled, they will say, We did this ourselves! " Lao-tzu might have said this in the 6th Century BC, but it is so applicable even now. Each of us irrespective of what we do are or should be leaders

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some me time.....a break from work and home.......a steaming hot cup of coffee in bed every morning....shoulder, back and foot rub every evening....eight hours of my beauty sleep without any break in between, at least once a month.....something to stimulate my rusted brains....trek in the mountains, just me and wind and streams and trees and grass and flowers and birds and butterflies....my

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Carried him for nine months...Tied myself to the bed for three months with my legs up in the air....Bore all that pain for getting him in my hands....Didn't sleep at a stretch for more than 2 hours for more than 2 years...Cleaned all his poop....Swallowed his left overs....Kept vigil when he was not well....Played silly games with him....Carried him wherever I went, even though he was a riot....

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The call came on a Friday morning. The usually chirpy voice was extremely weak, "I had a fever last week. For the past two days my back has been hurting like hell. We are going to Chetthipuzha hospital. Thought I'll just tell you" The pleas to get on to a taxi to come to Cochin where we were fell on to deaf ears. She was admitted on arrival. Her BP went low in the night and she was transferred to

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Thank you so much Nancy, for my first ever tag!! I know it's been delayed, too many things happening in my life :-(Thinking of 10 things that tax me emotionally has left me totally taxed. Unpleasant memories are such a drain on the mind and heart. Anyway, here goes -1. Manipulative people who gets things done on the sly and then pretend that they didn't do anything - I just hate them2. Unruly

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How many times in our life have we been totally awed by the sheer simplicity and beauty of a work of art? I for one am insanely jealous of people who churn out paintings, sculptures, stories, songs with ease.Of all the pictures and real pieces of art that I've seen, one that I go back to time and often are the 'Willow Tree' figurines and plaques. The grace and poise of these sculptures are to be

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Yesterday's story was 'Three Wishes'.There was this old man and his wife sitting around the fire one cold evening talking about how life was tough and how they wished a fairy would appear and grant them some wishes. And lo, there appeared a fairy and told them, "Well, I'll grant you three wishes and not one more nor one less. Be careful what you wish for, for you won't get it back again. The

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Preethi's post about friends set me thinking again about friends and friendships. She has mentioned about different kinds - ones you can't live without, ones you can live without and the ones whom you should live without.What happens when a friend whom you thought is for life, one day turns out to be someone you should avoid?I have noticed that as you grow old, you just don't feel like taking

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Father and son normally bonds over 'Autocar' every night. Yesterday it was an Audi Q7. The fact there was one of these chasing us last week on our way back from Kochi added more interest to it. I pretended to be asleep listening to their conversation."Achacha, can we buy an Audi Q7 next?""It's very expensive, mone. Only people like film stars and big businessmen can afford it."Son, after thinking

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A Christmas and an Easter have gone by since I posted my last blog. Life has gone through so many twists and turns and a very painful loss over this period. And here I am in Bangalore, after four years.My friends back in Kochi keeps asking 'How is Bangalore?" What do I say, "Ok", "Good", "Crowded", "Colourful"? I guess, it is a mixture of everything. The one thing I love absolutely about the city

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A message forwarded from one mother to another. The Post Script is the best.Dear Santa,I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I

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The world of mobile phones jumped into our lives just about a decade ago. The ubiquitous accessory that it is today was a luxury in those not too far off days. I had joined the booming telecom industry in those earlier days itself. A cosmopolitan work culture right here in the orthodox malayali land was too good to resist. The crowd was very young, right from the Circle Head down. Majority of

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Except for a few nocturnal souls like me, almost everyone has a skeptical look on their face when I tell them my work timings – four in the evening to one in the night. For me, nothing could have been better. I don’t have much to complain about my health, my wealth is limited to my friends and family and I hope age will make me wiser. No point being early to bed and early to rise just to make me

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Another four days and I'll be back to work after eight months. I still do not know how I got through the first five months – hospital, bed rest, back pain – was literally counting the minutes and hours as it went by. And, I do not know how the last three also went off, it was as if everything was on fast forward mode. Can’t believe Naomi is three months already.Almost everyone who knew me years

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Dream not,Need not,Sing not,Want not,And you shall never cry.But, what is life withoutA dream come true,A need fulfilled,A song from the heart,A want taken care of.So, here we are,Dreaming, though it may all be shattered,Needing, though unfulfilled,Singing, even if there is none to hear,Wanting, hoping it will be taken care of,Someday.....

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warm clothes dried in the sun after days of rain...a couple of hours sleep when i feel like it...watching rain blowing away in the wind....listening to my son's tales after school...a dish well turned out and relished by my loved ones...watching harry potter movies....the radiant smile on my baby's face as she wakes up in the morning...just lazing around now and then...seemingly simple things,

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The inevitable question whenever I tell anyone I am from Kavalam - "Is it near Kavalam Narayana Panikker's house?"And the usual reply, “Not really, you have to go slightly interior, across the river. But, I have seen his house” (Yeah, in movies, I add in my mind)There is this old house opposite to ours, right across the river, which was said to belong to his family. From the time I can remember,

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One of the eligible bachelors in office to the HR Manager, "Your recruitment practices need to be revamped completely."An indignant HR Manager, "Why, what is wrong with it? We have the best people.""We need more good looking females here, yaar."Our no-nonsense, conscientious DGM, "But good looking girls, do they work?"Two of us, who takes any reference against women as a personal affront, "Hello,

wanderlusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00864855488441029322noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978933734851217195.post-19846149821301245762007-06-29T08:33:00.001+05:302007-07-04T09:48:29.805+05:30

Loved "The Alchemist". Got hooked on to Paulo Coelho reading "Veronica Decides to Die". He is one writer who pens the most profound of thoughts in the simplest of words. '"Like the Flowing River" is a collection of his thoughts on spirituality, people, life in general. There are a few reproduciotns of his earlier writings too. Not attempting a review here, I am too ordinary a mortal to even think

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Yesterday was color dress day for my 5 year old son in school. He went in his favorite t-shirt with a hood."Amma, everyone was pulling at my t-shirt today", as soon as he got out of the van.Trying to pacify him, "Maybe because they liked it"."No amma, it was not the girls who pulled it, only boys!!"Girls when they like it and boys when they don't ??!!!!

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A few weeks back, one Wednesday, my husband calls up from office and tells me "I am going on a trip to Silent Valley on Saturday". I was like, "Huh?" Vagamon was just two weeks back and another one, so soon?Well, he is this auto crazy guy, anything and everything with wheels is his passion and he had joined an online community of even crazier guys sometime back. You have to go through the

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Fresh air, loving care and yummy food, the stay at home was too short. Back in the city for about a month and still trying to get back into the groove. Going back is impractical I know, but the longing is too much sometimes. But then, we always long for what we cannot have or what we have lost, I guess.Can't imagine there was a time when I hated the simplicity of that place. Life has come a full

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The long veranda which runs round the house, a cup of hot coffee in the morning in that dilapidated old easy chair, and steaming hot masala dosas which only mummy can make - good old home and to think that I haven’t been there for more than a year now!!Getting in to hospital tomorrow and I am already waiting to get out and go home, to be pampered, of course.Looking forward to those cool summer

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A classic.Found it at http://www.ahajokes.com/File description: If you can read these pronunciations out loud and quickly, you deserve a prize."Dearest creature in creation,Study English pronunciation.I will teach you in my verseSounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.I will keep you, Suzy, busy,Make your head with heat grow dizzy.Tear in eye, your dress will tear.So shall I! Oh hear my

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There are interviews and then there are some. When there are hundreds of them going on daily, these some others make our day. Thanks to a free flowing press meet along with the opening of our Kochi office, the coverage we got was immense. Suddenly news spread about this MNC who wanted Commerce graduates in droves.The fun started the very next day. Walking into the office was nothing short of a

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Just about a week more to go, hopefully. It has been a really long wait this time. BP, Bed rest and Blood Sugar had put me down for much longer than what we’d expected. Had to take rest for the first one too, but somehow it didn’t seem so long. Maybe because I was already used to being at home then and of course, thanks to my hilarious friend Shruthi, who was staying next door. In she would barge

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Those daily bitching sessions in the office cafeteria. That is what I miss the most in the now 5 and soon to be 8 months long hiatus from work. To get at least one other on the same wavelength at the workplace is a miracle. So three – four of the same ilk is nothing short of a major lottery.This is one industry you’ll never grow old if you at least have a tendency to be young at heart. And throw

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In the conventional, much maligned sense of the term, I am not a feminist. But in attitudes, thought process and outlook towards many a thing in life, I definitely try to maintain a feminine perspective. A few, stray thoughts on my take on gender-based issues.Harassment, exploitation, gender bias - the terms are many and the issues, never ending. What triggers these, what causes it, who is at

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Switch on to any channel, and you see Richard Gere trying to tango with our very own 'Celebrity', Shilpa Shetty. So called responsible news channels, don't they have anything else to talk about?Our Ms. Shetty realy did look shocked. Poor girl, didn't know what to do, I'm sure. But, why do we need to focus so much on what some westerner did something which was quite natural for him? Let those

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To be interviewed by a TV channel for one of their woman based programs. "By God, are they so desperate!!" was the uniform reaction from friends and family. With no claim to fame in any form, how could I blame them.Susan, my friend and colleague had asked me a few months back about this. Her sister, a very successful entrepreneur and one of the well-know personalities in Cochin knew this producer

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She was the youngest and the prettiest of the four sisters. One look at the first three and you would immediately know they were sisters. But not her. Straight brown hair, very fair, a slightly upturned nose and perfect white teeth, she was the best mixture of the paternal and maternal genes. She was the pet of her elder sisters and the perfect partner for their only brother, the youngest of the

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My all time favorite.No one has defined marriage as well as him. Even almost a hundred years back, in what must have been a conservative and orthodox society, he writes about how important personal space and individuality is in a successful relationship.On MarriageThen Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"And he answered saying:You were born together, and together you

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Smart city, IT city, BPOs, the talks go on endlessly. Glad tidings in plenty for the young Indians. Open any business magazine and there are articles on the new avenues in outsourcing, why India is going to be 'the destination' for the next 20-25 years and so on and so forth. Yet, a common thread that runs through all these talks is a major worry - the demand supply disparity. We talk about lakhs

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ever wondered why one person can't stand another's favourite food? has to be the way the taste buds are habituated in childhood, i'm sure. for a true blue "kuttanaadan" like me, any talk of food begins and ends with “appam”, “duck roast” and “karimeen fry”. my cochinite husband and malabari brother-in-law can’t for the life of them figure out what is so special about these.anyone who has ever

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elephants in Kochi are being provided with ID cards. all their details will be inscribed in a microchip and stuck behind their left ear!! talk about technology advance!!just imagine, all your info starting right from the moment of your birth, or maybe even before that, installed in a microchip and implanted somewhere in your body. it gets updated automatically with new info daily. wherever you go

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a compulsary bed rest has confined me to my bed and room. that's when i thought i'll give a try to one of those online communities which anyone and everyone was raving about. sure enough, found an alumni group of my school and college.reality sometimes hits you hard. years have passed so fast. almost all the members there had passed out at least six or seven years after me. can't say i couldn't

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