tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21245239881163106162024-02-22T02:05:13.296-08:00Me myself and my stories :)Thought of sharing my experiences..Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-62220406643411745912012-01-19T09:50:00.000-08:002012-01-19T09:56:39.099-08:00First entrepreneurial experinceI always wanted to do something other than work. Through a friend of mine I was offered to build a website for a Actuaries/Actuarial company called Modev.<div><br /></div><div>Though the client was sitting in Paris, the work and experience was really great.....</div><div><br /></div><div>After 3-4 months of on-off work...the website is live now and its called</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.modevinternational.com">www.modevinternational.com</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-86400015964446965092009-10-16T03:52:00.000-07:002009-10-16T03:54:50.803-07:00Hangover review meeting<div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">When most of us got up in the morning...it was actually not morning but almost afternoon. We(me,Nid, PP and Rakz) went and had breakfast. Then we all went to hari's room when Nish, Unni, Kiran, Hari were still in the lost world.</span></span></div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></span> </div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Nishanth was trying to find out how so much money came to his pocket. Nish had taken everybodies contribution and given his card to pay the bill. </span></span></div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Kiran the great while contributing thought he was given 3 100's note but one of it was thousand note. He did not even remember paying nor did he remember going to the resturent. The amazing question he asked was "Was I not even able to walk". Buddy forget about walking you were not able to stand and not even to sit either</span></span></div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></span> </div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Hari was the center of attraction. He was made to head bang, also virtually gave blow job to everybody</span></span></div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">We just burst in laughter mimiking the way Nishanth was checking the bill......One thing that Nish remembers is that he gave review for the dj which I think nobody could even read. Not to mention he too does not remember what he has written.</span></span></div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Nish had tumbled upon a guy to spill all his beer on the floor. Later he slipped on the same beer to fell head backwards twisting his leg. The guys curse had hit Nish....</span></span></div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">My true head banging was a point of talk and laughter for sometime. I also challenged that I drove back safely after the party only to be reminded by Hari that I actually drove on one way. I did not argue further.</span></span></div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Everybody was talking abt what they remember from previous night...</span></span></div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></span> </div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">We even thought of taking down Minutes of meeting. This was probabaly the first time we were having such intense and fun filled review on the privous night's hangover</span></span></div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></span> </div> <div><span class="843302510-16102009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">There are thing which cannot be expresses. You need to be there to enjoy it.....</span></span></div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-84450873654552648152009-10-15T05:28:00.000-07:002009-10-15T05:32:43.805-07:00Hangover....<div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">While leaving from home at 8:45 I never expected the night be a rocking one. PP had come over from mysore for cyclothon and I thought of spending the night with all of the guys(Nish, Nid, PP, Rakz).</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Me -- "Nid I am starting from home"</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Nid -- We are in Purple Haze come directly </span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Me -- I am flying to PH</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I entered the pub only to hear the loudest and the most rocking musing being played. My eyes wandered in search for Nid and Nish. When I found them there were 9 of them. Together they jumped on me. Hugging, lifting and even beating me....a Rocking entry to an even more Rocking place.</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="250533009-12102009"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">These guy were here from 7:30 itself...that explains why everybody gave me a rocking entry. </span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I saw Nish just pouring beer till the brink one after other...it was just not the glass that was filled but everybody had reached to the brink. But something was telling them u can have just a lil more. </span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">One side Hari was just staring at something totally lost which I am sure he does not remember</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Kiran had almost given up to keep his body upright....</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Rakz just could stop looking at girls.....</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">John was acting like a bull set free after months......he had tasted beer after a long time. He wanted to make this one count</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Unni(Hari bro) was the most behaved guy in our group. He was enjoying seeing all of us...</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Shenaaz was non stop head banging ...it had taken not just beer but also Takeela shots for him to reach this state</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I also tried head banging only to hit some bodies head...then a sound from within told me "Buddy u r drunk so just keep quite" </span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">PP scoundrel was missing. I thought ...have I drunk so much that I cannot see him at all. But then Nid told me that he had left for dinner party of Glaxin.</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="250533009-12102009"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Then came the whopping bill of 7K in which half was already paid by cover charge. Now Mr Adu wanted to check the bill . </span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">He took out the pen and read loudly </span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">"4 Peanut masala" correct and put a tick mark on the bill ....I could see a hole in that part of the bill</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">"4 figer chips" ..I held his hand so that no more holes are made on the bill</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">"15 Pitcheres" ...incorrect we never had 15 pitcheres. Thats what we feel after getting drunk. He drew a line till the top of the bill and wrote "Wrong". </span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Nid's was smart to understand that Nish had no clue what he was doing and collected the bill. Somebody paid and all I remember is we got out of the Pub.</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I also remember reaching Empire hotel and then I went blank. Somebody work me up after everybody finished dinner. I could see Kiran had thrown up. Hotel charged Rs50 as cleaning charges. </span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Nid went down to call Auto while Nish and Unni were helping Kiran get down the stairs.</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="250533009-12102009"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Auto: where Sir</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Nid: Madiwala</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Auto: Rs100 kodi</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Nid: illa illa 40</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Auto: 80 final last ashte ashte</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Nid: illa illa 60 final and the rate was finilized by Nid</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Nish went to the same auto person and said</span></span></strong></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Nish: Eshtu</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Auto: 100</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Nish: illa illa 80 final ...</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="250533009-12102009"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Nid's bargain had just gone for toss. Now the auto person was demanding 80 instead of 60. Nid went to another auto and fixed the rate.</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I took my Activa and hari joined me. Thanks to the rain who made sure that police did not catch us.</span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="250533009-12102009"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">We reached room and my body fell on the bed and it was morning when I woke up. </span></span></span></span></div> <div><span><span class="250533009-12102009"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">last night was a real hangover</span></span></span></span></div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-33324274529637390032009-10-05T07:23:00.000-07:002009-10-05T07:31:36.030-07:00Secret Msg SystemSecret message system implementation.<br /><div><br /></div><div>One : Cant call husband with me</div><div>Two: Don't call. Everybody staring at my mobile itself</div><div>Three: Call me I am free</div><div>Four: Cant Call. In-Laws with me</div><div>Five: I am free but not in mood</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-89813509510013594512009-10-05T07:05:00.000-07:002009-10-05T07:21:46.786-07:00Sleeping SIDIf anybody wants to go and watch "Wake up sid" based on Masand's review..plzzz dont read further.<div><br /><div>I went into this movie with high expectation. Probably that was my mistake and may be the reason I was disappointed. To start off the movie I think did not have a script writer or if there was on he was paid for nothing.</div><div><br /></div><div>The movie goes on as expected without any element of surprise. You can just guess the next scene at any point of time. Its just seems they were lacking creativity. The most visible thing in the movie was the way its been dragged dragged dragged. Given to direct I would have finished the movie in not more than 15mins.</div><div><br /></div><div>The only light moment in the movie was when the heroin decides to go for a walk with SID at night within 5mins of their first meeting and just waits to make it clear to SID that she is not going to sleep with him. Though SID had never thought abt it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyhow the **** given by Times of India would have been 4 more stars provided the producer gave Times people few more lakhs.</div><div><br /></div><div>A 1.5 out of 5 for this movie. If you don't have anything else to do and have some money to spend, Go try this movie.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you expected me to narrate the story then I am sorry, I already told you above that there isn't one in this movie</div></div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-84566202340225014892009-10-05T05:08:00.000-07:002009-10-05T05:31:01.455-07:00Carlsberg beautyWell begun is work half done. I am sure you would have heard it. The aim of the day was to have fun. I wanted to meet NId, Nish, Rakz and have some fun. So there I was in Madiwala. Me and Nish went to get some beer. Nish knew he wanted to have nothing other than Carlsberg. <div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLtPBOvvGMm2LPzZl8IW4PGy7Szss0Z5_lQ_OXUj-0yxJNIXXgPx7HcQ74Jt-fuVl0OB7ZeaCXciQI2QMgCA2JdTDV7BQ7vYWT0UPUhznfq5f_GYIHizP_4LdhSznQRbO3XkznIQYRTUg/s320/super+sunday+004.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389091741756035410" /></div><div>When we entered Nid's room with Carlsberg, I could could see a biiiiiig smile on his face. Cheeeers to life and there went the first sip inside. Wonderful feeling and then I knew why Nish searched untill we got Carlsberg. Enjoyed the beer like never before. Life become so much more beautiful when everybodies around and nothing to worry with a beer in hand.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF6V84jpBDohbie-7UMcxpemHWR7Z2eZCytYoQLjGl-2CpemhBFLu4xAGEpL48wDIt9nmv54X3SidRMDM41QF6NaakB_99IaA_xpyr78iadkwe2LcOT1dS5wjNV0EkbZ5SdftKhyphenhyphenagsZU/s320/super+sunday+006.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389091840609811426" /></div><div>Just to capture the moment we took 5-6 snaps and somebody screwing it up each time. But all of them look like Kodak moments. Rakz joined us and we all then went to UB city for for for absolutly nothing. Nish though still thinks we went their to buy a piar of formals for him. Shirts starting 15K and trousers probably 18K we should have sold Nish to buy a pair of formals.</div><div><br /></div><div>We all then went to Nandini and had a BB(Biriyani and Beer) Lunch. Rakz had to leave to due to his personal commitments. We all then went to Corner house and had DBC. As I said before Life looks so much more beautiful when we guys are together. Cheers to life and cheers to us.</div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-46959089645329284152009-10-01T23:57:00.001-07:002009-10-02T00:05:45.592-07:00The Swine Flu fearJust when I was riding on my wife's activa, I breeze hit me. I started sneezing non-stop. The cold has hit me hard. The nose started flowing non stop. I waited for a day but the nose had not stopped. So finally decided to visit a doctor. <div><br /></div><div>The first thing the doctor did was to put on a mask before checking me. A thought of swine flu just passed through my mind. The doctor said I had FLD which meant Flu like disease. Strictly asked me avoid office and to take rest for 3 days.</div><div><br /></div><div>Swine flu fear has grown bigger. I also put on a mask which only made the fear grow bigger. 3 tables per time for 5 days is what it took to beat the fear. My health was coming back to normal and so was the fear.</div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-50755766307040400422009-08-18T07:04:00.000-07:002009-08-18T07:12:31.786-07:00A ripple that drowned me...<div><span class="031315912-18082009"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">One always thinks what he/she has done is right.Of cource its right in ur perspective but might not be the same with elses perspective. Most often when arguments happen both sides think they are correct. Such arguments are endless and creates more pain than anything. But is it possible to be quite all the time to avoid arguments. Probabaly not. So the bubble has to burst some day and when it does it creats ripples around. I just got drowned because of one such ripple. I just started learning to swim and I hope that I learn it fast so that I can resist such ripples and go on to swim further. </span></span></div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-30849157218187564662009-07-16T23:30:00.000-07:002009-07-22T06:03:24.220-07:00My daily rideI love to do adventure but this is of a different kind. The Girl at last got her new Activa which has been her long pending dream. Just owning an Activa is not enough, you should also know to ride it. <div><br /></div><div>Now its my duty to teach her to Ride. The truth is that the Girl has never even ridden a bicycle and that makes the situation so lovely. How on earth will I teach her riding activa is what I initially thought. But she is heck of a quick learner. Within a weeks time she managed to drive alone near the house. Now she wanted to take on the real challenge of driving on main road. Probabaly she has never heard of the proverb "Slow and steady wins the race". </div><div><br /></div><div>She convinced me to take the Activa to the battel field with me sitting behind. So there I am sitting behind her daily while going to office and while coming from office. Mornings are fine as there is not much traffic but while coming back in the evening its really a battle field. Since I am teacher I have the privilege of giving her marks based on her driving. The girls normally manages to score 9 out of 10 in the morning and 0 out of 10 in the evenings.</div><div><br /></div><div>There has been only one advantage of teaching her driving. Last week when we all went to a pub and I had boosed. She drove me back home without me fearing abt Cops.</div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-83870435449484395162009-07-06T03:17:00.000-07:002009-07-06T03:20:22.212-07:00The Breakout...<div>Now a day its not very often its possible to meet everybody in our group together. But this time it happened and everybody made it except Nish. I picked up Nid on the way at 10:30 and soon we were on to mysore road along with my wife(Nethra). There was no hurry so I drove aaraam se with a break near Maddur coffee day. We had some Ice cold coffee and Nethra had her Dark Forest cake. That is when I said "Life is beautiful". How often do we really think Life is beautiful. Anyhow we just enjoyed our drive to mysore and reached Jay's home at 1:30. Abhi and Jimsha the guests from Hydrabad has already arrived.</div><div><br /></div><div>To my surpise the Lunch was almost ready. Chicken, Fish curry, Rice etc etc all prepared by Anu and Jimsha. Jay looks like such a responsible husband :) taking care of all logistics .</div><div>Anyhow Rakz was the surpise package who had decided not to come. But he could not resist coming and he rode his bike at highest possible speed just to pay fine to police and to reach quickly. So there we were in mysore at Jay's house. Everybody of us(Me, Jay, Nid, Abhi, Rakz, PP, Jim, Anu, Nethra) except Nish who is (in) Deep shit(according to him) as he has to give a presentation to a huge east asian audience.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jay did not leave any stone unturned to make sure his LCD TV and home theater was in place and working condition by the time we reach. He also put the spiderman movie like in the LCD TV shops to show the clarify and features of the TV. Anyhow we all liked his house.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had kabab prepared by Anu. Later I came to know that it was chilly chicken not kabab. Never the less the lunch was quite good. :). After lunch all guys had some time just to chit chat rolling over each other. Anything that looked good in Jay's house was from dubai :).</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdsKga4ILhFch8eAPrE5mVhucTQhsV9I6pxBRNuWDneDGOHEbf0J6qa880p69gPTis1K5Wi0tRFYUYBI9JHb63_mhp-hEtRgQUj49_twgAwqGJB3boNq2S-vO5iAPYRv3lIwDtPq5TTA/s320/Group.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355289701418856146" /><div><br /></div><div>In the evening we all left to Planet X. We had awsome time eating, drinking, bowling. Oh if you really wanna enjoy bowling then you really should have a big group like us. We almost played for 2 hours and at the end Rakz won the game. Anusha tried her best to hit but most often ended up in gutter. Jimmu started of quite nicely but then followed Anusha's way. Nethra was better who managed to hit most of the times. Anyhow it was real fun. Later we guys went for Go-Karting. I beat everybody by almost 2 rounds. Rakz was warned couple of times. Nid and PP were in there own world while driving.</div><div><br /></div><div>The clock showed 9:30 and it was time to go and some dinner at our Favroute place Green's. I always wanted to take Nethra to Green's just because of its ambience. We had a lovely dinner with everybody trying to speak to be waiter in kannada. Gosh we laughed laughed and laughed cracking all kinds of jokes. This was the kind of breakout that I was looking forward to.</div><div><br /></div><div>2nd day's fun to be continued…….</div><div><br /></div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-33913745478167591162009-06-03T23:00:00.001-07:002009-06-03T23:05:45.391-07:00Mile stones :)Its been a while since I blogged but it was always there back of my head. Anyhow there are couple of milestones that I would like to share<br />The first would be 1 year completion in EMC. Time has gone by so fast and I never realized that i have spent 1 year with this organization. Anyhow my access card which stopped working reminded me of my 1 year completion.<br /><br />Another mile stone is 1 month completed since my marriage. It seems I have been married more than a month. But the dates suggests it just been a month. I am very happy that its going quite well. Hope to say the same couple of year down the line.<br /><br />Cant write too much now since I am in a training. So I better get back to my class..Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-43064674267828409152009-04-29T04:48:00.000-07:002009-04-29T05:21:23.715-07:003 more days to go....I am still sitting in office finishing of my work. When I leave today it will be such a relief for another 21 days. 3 more days to go for my marriage and I still cant beleive that I am getting married. Probabaly once the rituals starts and when the full focus will be on me and Nethra I will get the seriousness. People expect that now that I am getting married I should be lil more serious. But thats something not even within 2KM vicinity.<br />Actually my friends have planned a trip to coorge after which they will attend my wedding. Wish I could also join the trip. I am running around to arrange stay and drinks for my friends.<br /><br />from 2moro it will like jail for me since I will not be allowed to go anywhere. So I am getting prepared to listen to my parents and relatives for another 3-4 days. After which I will be a responsible husband. Ha ha ha sounds great. Lets see whats waiting for me. The cat will be out in another 3 days :)Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-41161468564438703292009-04-21T08:18:00.001-07:002009-04-24T02:30:37.866-07:00Getting Married !!! OhhhhhhMe getting married on May 3rd is probabaly the most apt reason for me not blogging these days. Oh my God cant beleive that in less than 10 days my Maritual status is going to get changed. What a change its going to be. Guys who are already married might be laughing how foolish I am writing all this and being so happy. But seriously I am probabaly one of the most optmistic guys in the world. I can bet things will change after marriage but not too much to make me regret.<br />Anyhow time is flying, my tension is growing. Me thinking all the time about the arrnagements, giving invitation cards, shopping bla bla bla. The biggest appluase should go to my Parents who have been untiringly planning for my wedding right from priting the cards, shopping sarees, distributing invitations and keeping all relatives happy which is probabaly most challenging thing<br />I should confess here that no matter how much pain I take,,there is always a sense of satisfaction. The fun part is my friends are not leaving any chance to make me realize that my bachelor days are over. Soon the next phase of life is going to start. I am very lucky to find a perfect(as of now) partner for myserlf. But thats something most of them feel while getting married. I would love to repeate the last sentence after couple of years later. As days are coming closer there are few butterflies in my stomach.<br /><br />So guys I will be on leave for a month. I will try and blog but not sure if I will able to.<br />I will catch up all ur blogs once I am back. Untill then enjoy blogging.Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-67459334787721592282009-03-20T03:07:00.000-07:002009-03-20T03:12:33.777-07:00Rock ethos concert<div>Mar 14 2009 Rock ethos concert</div><div>Venue: Bangalore palace grounds</div><div>A normal weekend got converted into a memorable one. I give the credit to Ram(name changed)who called me up and planned for the Rock show at the palace grounds. I had little expectations since I don’t listen much of Rock musiq. But then how would I know that I would learn new things at the concert. Again I would give some credit to Ram.</div><br /><div>Enemies were at the gate exactly at 7PM and we entered the world of Rock musiq not before having a small argument with Bike Parking guy for taking more money. We were frisked at the entry gate and 2 bottle of Vodka were into the concert unnoticed by the Police. Great security I should say.</div><br /><div>When we entered the atmosphere was almost set. But vodka inside shyam(name changed) bag was making too much noise. So I got a glass and when I said lets have it somewhere inside itself Nish disagreed. He wanted to step out of concert to have Vodka. When I question back he said the unsaid rule of a rock concert is not to have drinks inside the concert. The unsaid rule was chanted at last.So we went out to the parking lot. Got couple of lemons also. Ram was all set to finish both the bottle alone but we helped nish with one peg each.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3cBm1Vv_QxjYhknP3chmYXapnBvdNZcAOZhm4rr3fset0vvB3lU6OmAaPkhkJGrFYaRTmhUs_6jiPijYWXq2xV2RC7Z_-51gZuVdTEk2eH6-mGCp4Od08tacGG76wvPpalRN-wf8CONQ/s1600-h/rock1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315210357781293362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3cBm1Vv_QxjYhknP3chmYXapnBvdNZcAOZhm4rr3fset0vvB3lU6OmAaPkhkJGrFYaRTmhUs_6jiPijYWXq2xV2RC7Z_-51gZuVdTEk2eH6-mGCp4Od08tacGG76wvPpalRN-wf8CONQ/s320/rock1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />Rock concert is most enjoyable when you have good spirit. So there we were having spirit outside the concert. But once the spirit goes in knowledge comes out. So Ram was all set to make us understand Rock musiq's connection with people mentality, Ram had done all his research to find out that people who love Rock music are very soft at heart and very emotional. People who listen to Classical music(karnatic etc) are mentally/emotionally strong. Good to know such information…..</div><br /><div>In the mean time Galeej Gurus were performing. We took our time and by the time we went inside Cryptos were all set to Rock. There came another gyan of the day was "Rock concert is all about head banging" and Ram was in full zoom. I could see so many guys closing their eyes shaking only their heads. Probabaly that’s head banging.Though I hardly understood what was sung but I really enjoyed the guys playing guitar with such ease. Wish I could play my Guitar like that.</div><br /><div>Anyhow the show ended and so did the gyan. Back to our homes and with the determination that we will be back when the next concert comes for more enjoyment and more Gyan. </div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-64536001955795039532009-03-18T01:52:00.000-07:002009-03-18T01:55:13.809-07:00I am not alone..Its not often that you find your reflection in other person. But probably I was lucky as I am always. I have not seen this person but we know each other well. I have not heard this persons voice but we communicate well. I have never seen this person but makes me feel as if we know each other from years. The ease with which we talk is unbelievable. Expectations is something that is miles away from us. We don’t expect anything and neither do we complaint.<br /><br />That why I call this person my reflection. Hope to see u soon my friend. I was afraid I am one of my kind but not anymorePraveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-39909322468486787712009-03-17T06:19:00.000-07:002009-03-17T06:25:51.292-07:00Work -- Tagged by Unmana<p>What does work mean to you?<br />Work has always been a passion for me. Even since I started working almost 6 years ago I never thought I would go on to do so well(Touch wood). To be frank The Girl was my inspiration. I worked hard so that I could be successful and earning well to take care of her. </p><p>Work has always been about learning and ready to accept things. Success will find the person who improvises his learnings in his future. I have worked under several manager. Let it be love, work or manager we always tend the cherish the first one. So I do respect my First Manager Sesh and also give him some credit to where I am today. When I had an interview her never used to assign me any work and used to ask me to prepare well.</p><p>I have still not started answering What does work mean to me :). Work is something I love to do. Though we get paid for it but still if you don’t love your work then you cant do justice to it. I try and do justice to my job. Though there is so much stress in work but it helps us forget our personal problems at least for a solid 10-12 hours. The satisfaction which we get on finishing something challenging is incomparable. So work gives us the most important thing money, it also gives us satisfaction, stess(got to get used to it) and it also teaches us how to handle difficult situations. I am getting little emotional here but "I love you work"..ummahaaaaaaaaaa.<br />I have worked with 3 companies and I have loved my work. The day I stopped enjoying my work, would be a the day to move on. I am still at work so I better stop this blog here else …...</p>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-8973239228402339592009-03-11T04:30:00.000-07:002009-03-11T04:32:04.903-07:00Much needed breakFeb 26: Bangalore leaving to Mysore<br />Every time I go to Mysore there is new energy that oozes out. That's because there is nobody to restrict. I can be me, myself , enjoying.<br />Thursday evening I left Bangalore and hit the Mysore road. Mysore welcomed with its usual breeze. PP picked me up and we directly went to the Bopy's.<br />A cold beer found its way and I could trace its path into my body. My usual peanut masala and PP mutton fry. Far from Bangalore without any tension. Ask me how it felt and I would say "It felt like ice slowly melting on ur plam to find its original state".<br /><br />Friday I had to visit Virajpet for a function and I spent almost the whole day there. I was back to Mysore by evening. PP is always ready to pick me up. We then went to a wedding of my friend. PP accompanied me there or should I say he had no other option but to come with me since I was not knowing the place. But he did not regret coming with me since there were so many good looking girls in the wedding. PP gave his heart to one of them(Giving heart is his hobby :) ). Through out the wedding he could not stop praising that girl.<br /><br />Then we went to our favorite restaurant Green Hotel. A candle light drink in a royal style is something very special about that place. A quite place with lovely ambience. The girl called me up and I could see that she was jealous that I am enjoying in Mysore. But this was the much needed break that I had taken.<br /><br />Saturday was all meant to rest. Got up late and was just rolling on the bed till afternoon. Then a sudden plan to visit Golden temple in Kushalnagar cropped up. Fraction later PP, Anoop and myself hit the road. Spent our evening seeing the Buddhist monastery Golden temple. I stayed back in Kushalnagar since that my native place. PP and Anoop drove back to Mysore.<br />I was back to Bangalore on Sunday night. Back after a much need break.Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-54456708637999283802009-03-03T20:49:00.000-08:002009-03-03T20:54:12.648-08:00Last Birthday as spinsterMarch 3rd. It was The Girls birthday. Last birthday that she would celebrate as a spinster. She was very much excited about her birthday. I called her up at night 12 and wished her for her Birthday. In the morning went to pick her up. I had arranged for seasame flowers which she really loved. I also took a small cake and had small cake cutting session within the car.<br /><br />She was looking stunning draped in her new Saree. We then went to temple afterwhich I dropped her to office.<br /><br />I the evening my parents, brother, sister-in law and both of us went for dinner to 9th Mile dhabha. Was real good ambiance there. Enjoyed having food, cracking jokes. Then I dropped her back to her hostel and called it a day. I day she celebrated her last birthday as spinster :)Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-39268793370672693632009-01-30T18:44:00.000-08:002009-01-30T18:50:50.303-08:00The First official Visit - Feb 1The First official Visit...sounds like I am going on a office work but u got it all wrong...<br />Today we are going to Native(Kushalnagar) and 2moro will be our first official visit to the girls house....I have been to her house thousand times but I am sure it will be different. The way I will be treated will also be diff because now I am the Guy. I am still excited about how it will all chalk out..<br /> The other coincidence is that 2moro its my Bday too. So I will always remember this day<br />anyhow I am getting late..goto go else since everybody else has already got ready.Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-64620729823825556712009-01-28T09:54:00.000-08:002009-01-28T10:47:11.094-08:00mughals in Hydrabad<div><br />Date: Friday(16/01/09) 01:00 PM<br />From: Jay<br />To: Rakz;VS;NID;Arun;Sarath;Nish;<br />Sub: Trip to Hydrabad????<br /><br />One mail from Jay and everybody were packing bags on Friday evening for a trip to Hydrabad. Two who were not packing were Nid(in US) and PP(had office on Sat). We hit the road on a volvo munching Chips. To our time pass movie Garam Masala was playing and we were laughing loud at times screaming and having loads of fun. Soon we all slept off and Abhi(out host in Hydrabad)woke us up and guided where to get down. We got down at LakadiKaPul where Abhi was waiting for us.<br /><br />Anu and Jimmu joined us at 9:30. An Innova waiting to take us to Ramoji film city. From there on Film city had become photo shoot location for all of us. We all taking photos, cracking jokes and having loads of fun. Saw couple of shows(Stunt show). Afternoon we all had Shahi Hyd Biriyaani. After lunch a bus ride of the film city, photos, more photos, more n <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPOjZy7xwrDn1hitMDCTYJD_UVVS3-p1gFiAGalT75u89tccg1us0bpTZM9OIBWDeO5hHtUSg0Z7DeoK2uRVoxaqMsJtGoPOohgpo8Ru64bwWv9bctGuvzVMf7ZFXLm_KHfbJ7IIZlAw/s1600-h/DSC06627.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296416786016049042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPOjZy7xwrDn1hitMDCTYJD_UVVS3-p1gFiAGalT75u89tccg1us0bpTZM9OIBWDeO5hHtUSg0Z7DeoK2uRVoxaqMsJtGoPOohgpo8Ru64bwWv9bctGuvzVMf7ZFXLm_KHfbJ7IIZlAw/s320/DSC06627.JPG" border="0" /></a>more photos made the watch tick. </div><br /><div>Before the sun could say goodbye we got out of the Film city and went to Eat street. </div><br /><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296415274663811090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX5CczOitnozbXGJuqMgl7-kWSkHUp-_3TtlFAO_zIauhyphenhyphen8XOH2xwYbR8RC0k6lZn3B4jn5nVNjvmPPV9cv9eNSil8WRfU1AJQ9Tys4xHFniiks_E9wuWGKYZ8mnpXkqSebZg-C6zsmts/s320/DSC06622.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><div><br /><br />We also visited an elderly teacher who taught Abhi,Jimmu and Anu. He blessed us all. We then finished out dinner. We said Adieu to Jimmu, Jay and Anu for the day. We then went a booked tickets for the next day 3D IMAX show for Polar express.<br /><br />Then night had just begun for me, Nish, ABhi, Rakz n Sarath. We all went 2 a pub. The ambience was great. Towards the end we all were dancing on the tunes of the DJ. The date on my watch had changed when we went for walk in the night. At last we reached room and let our bodies take some rest.<br /><br />Day 2 we all went to Golkomda fort. Jay was having fever but he came since he didnt wanna miss us. We hired a guide who explained everything which he probably would have already delivered 1000 times. Golkonda fort is a historic building and we wanted to be associated with it. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdkh-rKjxSRnJ2FuHdAEObWopXmjIpE7330s1z0uhhyphenhyphenppz_1aeRuUPGNhmTWDX5XtHCq_lygXfovtP0gWGZtopyvwnSj_qqbI-O6cql4COsuMCj4TwODaJexkaM4zVsBCzAsjw3C5VSc/s1600-h/DSC06832.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296417321251327138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdkh-rKjxSRnJ2FuHdAEObWopXmjIpE7330s1z0uhhyphenhyphenppz_1aeRuUPGNhmTWDX5XtHCq_lygXfovtP0gWGZtopyvwnSj_qqbI-O6cql4COsuMCj4TwODaJexkaM4zVsBCzAsjw3C5VSc/s320/DSC06832.JPG" border="0" /></a>So took loads of photo wherever possible or not possible. We finished our lunch in a small hostel since we were getting late for the movie. The 3D IMAX was a good experience and was nice to get some rest. Rest not only for us but for the cameras. We also went to Bhudha statue which is in middle of a lake. Illegally Switched our boats to reach Eat street.<br /><br />The last plan was to go to Charminaar and from there itself go to the Bus stop fo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilSd_PMPFfvt_Cf7GDv_SSVzXcrsWwakbvMzxyNIJEwXJ-jBbn9WV54-2e3QHMS-ku_tv4vm0p_qkz9BL5KW8xVxCpasflQWez_WecUdIa7F6JhX8MsoFfTA0X7M6hHD840ta0k1pKckw/s1600-h/DSC06986.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296417685655848674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilSd_PMPFfvt_Cf7GDv_SSVzXcrsWwakbvMzxyNIJEwXJ-jBbn9WV54-2e3QHMS-ku_tv4vm0p_qkz9BL5KW8xVxCpasflQWez_WecUdIa7F6JhX8MsoFfTA0X7M6hHD840ta0k1pKckw/s320/DSC06986.JPG" border="0" /></a>r returning to blore. We were already running late. I did a rapid shopping of Bangles for Mom, Bhabhi and Nethra.<br /><br />God bless the Auto which took 6 of us to the Bus stop. I still laugh thinking how we 6 got in a single auto. We took our seats in the Volvo and were on our way back to Blore. Thanks to Abhi, ANu and Jimmu for hosting a wonderful trip. </div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-59838506597268906092009-01-15T04:06:00.001-08:002009-01-15T04:15:24.526-08:00its a busy world ...Its just the beginning of 2009 and everybody seems to be so busy. I wont say its the perfect beginning of the year with so many controversies going on around. Let it be Satyam's cooking the book, Share markets still so low, Job cuts everywhere.<br /><br />When I come to office the air seems to so thick I tend to feel suffocated. Some of them in fear of loosing Job, some of them too busy in work or pretending so.<br /><br />Another thing that suggests that everybody is busy is that the usual bloggers are also not blogging nowadays(Unamana, Arun PP, PotPourri).Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-87682926899727281182009-01-09T02:52:00.000-08:002009-01-09T03:03:22.916-08:00Is it change or a new beginning<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgYl_J49eHkqahUwqVAxFtKBm42xEfO9NhNecE6uhYObR4plBtkmFaMNZAEztn4EoSWV8C5VQjmlS8We4SY7UTYxDVRSa-Vi5HzOLoy1OMPKDRe2wAUHAlEQOqW8DU57A8Y3XzO9t9vQ/s1600-h/Group%2520Shadow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgYl_J49eHkqahUwqVAxFtKBm42xEfO9NhNecE6uhYObR4plBtkmFaMNZAEztn4EoSWV8C5VQjmlS8We4SY7UTYxDVRSa-Vi5HzOLoy1OMPKDRe2wAUHAlEQOqW8DU57A8Y3XzO9t9vQ/s320/Group%2520Shadow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289247609570386050" /></a><br />As time passes tonight shadows will grow lengthier and things would start changing for us(Me, Nid,Nish,Rakz, Arun, Jay). Today the word "We", "US", "All" is what binds us all together. We always wished it would remain the same but everybody knew things would change. The first change is flying tonight at 3AM to to United states for 2months i.e Nidish. Not too much later Raks will be flying to Jidha for an Year.<br />Jay is also waiting for the confirmed dates for his trip to United states. So half of the people in the "We" are set to go. Things are changing faster than we thought. But still the hope remains that we all will be together for a long long time. Changes are happening but we think this is a New beginning. As Rakz said "sometimes, distances help strengthen relationships." and there would be so much more to share when we all again meet probably in Feb 2010.<br /><br />Until then we don't know how much more changes we would have to see. But I am sure the craze of being "We" would always remain the same.Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-86875624867770059832009-01-08T20:33:00.000-08:002009-01-08T20:37:26.058-08:00The Fallen Tomato CartI pass through this very intersection every morning with so much ease. Today, thepace is skewed. There is a sense of disarray as motorists try to push past each otherthrough the traffic light. The light here always tests their agility because if you missthe green, you have to wait for another three minutes before it lets you go pastagain. Those three minutes become eternity for an otherwise time-insensitive nationon the move. Today, there is a sense of chaos here. People are honking, skirting each other and rushing past. I look out of my windowto seek the reason. It is not difficult to find because it is lying strewn all overthe place. A tomato seller's cart has overturned. There aretomatoes everywhere and the rushing motorists are making pulp of it. The man istrying to get his cart back on its four rickety wheels and a few passersby are picking upwhat they can in an attempt to save him total loss. Though symbolic in the largerscheme of things, it is not a substantive gesture. His business for the day is over. The way this man's economics works is very simple. There is a money lender wholends him money for just one day, at an interest rate of Rs 10 per day per Rs 100lent. With the money, he wakes up at 4 am to go to the wholesale market forvegetables. He returns, pushing his cart a good five miles, and by 7 am when thelocality wakes up, he is ready to sell his day's merchandise. By the end of themorning, some of it remains unsold. This his wife sells by the afternoon and takeshome the remainder, which becomes part of his meal. With the day's proceeds, he returns the interest to the money lender and goes backto the routine the next day. If he does not sell for a day, his chain breaks.Where does he go from here? He goes back to the money lender, raises capital atan even more penal interest and gets back on his feet.<br /><br />This is not the only time that destiny has upset his tomato cart. This happens to himat least six times every year. Once he returned with a loaded cart of ripe tomatoesand it rained heavily for the next three days. No one came to the market and hisstock rotted in front of his own eyes. Another time, instead of the weather, it was apolitical rally that snowballed into a confrontation between two rival groups and thelocality closed down. And he is not alone in this game of extraneous factors thatseize not only his business but also his life. He sees this happen to the "gol-gappa"seller, the peanut seller and the "vada pao" seller all the time. When their productdoes not sell, it just turns soggy.<br /><br /> Sometimes they eat some of it. But how much of that stuff can you eat by yourself?So, they just give away some and there is always that one time when they have tosimply throw it away. Away from the street-vendor selling perishablecommodity with little or no life support system, the corporate world is an altogetherdifferent place.<br /><br /> Here we have some of the most educated people in the country. Wedon the best garbs. We do not have to push carts; our carts push us. We have oursalary, perquisites, bonuses, stock options, gratuities, pensions and our medicalinsurance and the group accident benefit schemes.<br /><br />Yet, all the while, we worry about our risks and think about our professional insecurity. We wonder, what would happen if the company shifted offices to another city? What would happen if the department closed down? What would happen if you were to take maternity leave andthe temporary substitute delivered better work than you did? What would happenif the product line you are dealing with simply failed? In any of thoseeventualities, the worst that could happen would still be a lot less than having to see yourcartful of tomatoes getting pulped under the screeching wheels of absolute strangers whohave nothing personal against you.<br /><br />All too often we exaggerate our risks. We keep justifying our professional concernstill they trap us in their vicious downward spiral. Devoid of education, sophisticatedreasoning and any financial safety net, the man with the cart is often able to dealwith life much better than many of us. Is it time to look out of the window, into theeyes of that man to ask him, where does he get it from? In his simple stoicism, isprobably, our lost resilience.Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-77708563791270981152008-12-30T20:14:00.000-08:002008-12-30T20:21:16.963-08:00Wising everybody a Happy New yearYou must be thinking how fast time is passing. It feels like last year had just arrived and within no time we are going to step into the next year. I still remember me writing on my claroom blackboard 01/01/96 and I feel it was just a little time ago. But actually it was almost 12 years ago. So the good thing is time is flying faster than you think and hope everybody is making progressin ur lifes.<br /><br />I wish everybody a happy happy new year. Let 2009 bring you happiness and fulfill all the dreams that you have seen. I wish myself also a very happy new year. Lets see how this 2009 unfolds. Anyhow will surely keep blogging all the happening in 2009.<br /><br />Sayonaraaaaa to 2008 and warm welcome to 2009Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124523988116310616.post-69872209965352514992008-12-24T00:23:00.000-08:002008-12-24T00:28:30.017-08:00Hero to Zero in one Kick<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiO4lyh936DDzH92NIdH02d1B_D0MYvODNpKWBFVWwhvMsFV4LjLQauqWY0_SCRNO1znrWQuxcLUf23rsWc2sE1KpHVU2rTIfPeBzLHCf3M3Y5PB7QhCKLLOxbJabosS-3wVL_n4rVKGg/s1600-h/Hero2Zero.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283269773203036626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiO4lyh936DDzH92NIdH02d1B_D0MYvODNpKWBFVWwhvMsFV4LjLQauqWY0_SCRNO1znrWQuxcLUf23rsWc2sE1KpHVU2rTIfPeBzLHCf3M3Y5PB7QhCKLLOxbJabosS-3wVL_n4rVKGg/s320/Hero2Zero.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The Girl had gone to visit her mom and since I had not met my Girl this weekend. I offered her a drop to hostel. I reached the stop half an hour ago. Why do I always do this when I have to meet her. Anyhow since I had ample time, I thought of buying flower for her. I got Rose for her and was again waiting for her to come.<br /><br />As usual my heartbeat became faster and my eyes glowed to see her get down from Bus with a beautiful smile on her face. I had hidden the Rose to surprise her. Then like a hero I kicked my bike only hear blast sound coming from it. My bike refused to start there after. So within mins hero became zero. Never the less she got her Rose and got into another bus and left.</div>Praveen VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332618287614541094noreply@blogger.com0