The Healing Effect....

“How many times have you felt let down by your own dear (??) friends?”

For all, whenever I pose this to myself, I would not want to count for the fear of being termed an accountant. I am sure, it would have happened in everyone’s life. May be the intensity would vary.

It is not like one fine day, you open up your eyes to visualize that the same people whom you cared for you are not there. But, it’s like this slow poison, where they tend to go away, farther away in due course of time. When you try to pull back things, it reverberates as a spring, going back to where it stood. After few days, we don’t even try to make a conscious effort, for we may feel that the individual wants it to be this way. More so, when you are amidst a devil named “ego”.

You tend to delete the contact from your cell phone, only to realize that when you get a call from the number, the tone setting was not changed. Feeling so kiddish about your own act!! One word/phrase SMS become more like rains in Sahara. Chain-mails, long mail threads become scarce. In a rush of blood, you remove the tags associated with mail id. And forget to remove the mail-filtering rule :-)

When you reread the mails written to them, feeling a sense of uneasiness over your own words. And tend to find solace by fighting over it. At the end, rightfully able to convince that whatever written was true to its core, for the same self had written them. The power of ego trying to fight over the pristine ageless bonding.

During all these confusion (had written ‘paranoia’ previously that’s a heavy term does not suit here, rightfully changed it), you relish the good times. The lovely moments you spent with them. For me always uttered, "Missing an individual is relishing the lovely moments spent with them" .You try not to let that go of your self. They give you the required ammunition to fight against all the negative thoughts that resonates within your mind. Moreso relationships are not about the people involved, many unknown vital factors play very crucial part.

You wait for that rendezvous to happen. The realignment of changed tracks, the fixing of lost joints, adhesive to mince lost words. What they call the Fevicol jod :D

When it really happens, you hear casual words like “lets not drool over past, for it’s gone, lets enjoy the lost moments now”. You accept it for you fear losing on something really precious. Time becomes precious for either of them. The same hours which felt as seconds months ago are now defined in terms of minutes. Plethora of questions taking shelter in labyrinth of mind catalysed by infinite multidimensional thoughts!!

Some wanting for a reply, some finding more solace in thoughts than on lips. You 'forget' whatever shady days that passed off. For a moment, presuming grey is not always black. You just want things to get back to where it was. But the wounds created during the course of time takes time to heal. May be it never heals! But still you have band-aids applied on it (saddistic sense of humour... huhhhh)

Things tend towards being normal. But still you miss that aura. That true eternal bliss !!! People say, golden days (or words) are not repeated. Atleast we can hope, kya pataa !!! Sometimes even uncertainity acts as a anti-depressant.

Unknowingly, I may also belong to the category of them. May be due to professional or personal or other things. That’s no excuse at all. And I don’t want to apologize too. For it may be too less for whatever trauma an individual undergoes. Let me know, for I may not have the power to Ctl-Alt-Del the pain, but I shall surely act as a healer :-)

pakku

Beware HE is coming

Around 1000+ crazy people had gathered at one place for sole purpose. They were uttering(shouting) only one name. They had converted the huge foyer into a rally. No it wasnt an election rally. They had all the adrenaline pumping slogans, mass response to every phrase uttered from one corner would resound on the opposite corner.

Yep, it was the grand showing of STALIN- The Man for the Society. No I hadnt flown down to andhra pradesh, I was here in Singapore itself. The largest movie hall in SG with a max capacity of 1200 was jampacked. The crowd would have given the B-C class movie theatres of rayalseema run for their money for the level of fan-following.

When it comes to watching movies of Megastar or Superstar, juntaa dont watch it for any story/screenplay/logic. For all, they do movies in their 50's not for any critical acclaim, but solely for their fans. And fans acknowledge it in their own unique style.

Every appearance of the megastar was cheered with whistling, puppets in such a systematic chorous that, the movie organisers had to increase the theater sound system volume, so that people like me would follow the dialogues. Be it chiranjeevi, even for a newcomer like Trisha, it wasnt less. If the frames did not have either of them(which was very very rare), we could hear from one corner "andhra pradesh mukhyamantrulu evaruu?"

"Chiranjeevigaaruu".. the other end would utter systematically.

Few more phrases which thronged the theatre "telugudesamkoo okkataae okatii megastar - chiranjeevii" apart from "easaaeii", "jai chiranjeevaa" etc... Such was the hysteria created. For all those 3 hours, I felt I was sitting in some movie theatre of rural AP. I could just not compare this with other silent pin-drop movie screenings in SG. May be even the umpteen family/women who had come enjoyed it.

Whenever my friend would utter "bakwaas" at the illogical fight screening, I had only one thing to say "maga, sumniro, oduskobeku antha iddiya" (dude, keep quiet or else you would be beaten up)

Prior to this, I hadnt watched any Chiranjeevi movie. When it comes to southern movies, I always felt no one can beat the mass hysteria that Superstar Rajnikant generates. But, from start I was following Stalin, as it had Trisha in the lead. Moreso, first time she had compromised to act with "OLD" male leads.Though the movie cannot be added to her favourites list, but her sheer comical timing and killer smile has done due justice to whatever little space she was given to conquer.

No I am not going to waste my brain cells analysing the movie. Yeah I cannot miss saying that, "cameo" performances by Trisha and PrakashRaj are refreshing. But the message was quite clear from Chiranjeevi, my movies are portraying social welfare, henceforth the countdown to entering politics has begun. YSRgarru, Naidugaaruu jaagratta, nenu vasthunnaaruu....(Naidus, YSR's beware I am coming)

Well, watching a megastar movie wasnt that easy. I had to pay double the usual ticket fare. I had only heard of all this fan-following/hysteria before. But, now I know what it means to watch a megastar movie. For some moments, I loved being part of it. While in SG, not always you get to be in such a crowd.

During all those "systematic chaos", my heart could only ask:

"Tamilnadu has thalaivar rajnikanth, andhra has Chiranjeevi, malluland has Mohanlal, isnt karnataka missing something?"

Hopefully, my kids would answer this :-)

CA ??

Till I joined my Bachelors, I was never exposed to computers. I used to hear a lot of noise within family circles, about various individuals going places just because he was a Software Engineer. I was not so keen about Software in my high school days. After my Class X results, first thing I did was I got an application for a Commerce stream in MES, Malleshwaram.

Yep, I love numbers!! Then, what made me drool over taking up Commerce was, I was just too amazed by P Chidambaram. The way he presented the Budget (his so called dream-budget) of then coalition government, I was just thrilled. Well, its not that I understood the netigrity of finance, but his sheer charm made me go crazy over taking up Commerce. I used to then think of myself as qualified Chartered Accountant(CA) working in a Top MNC attending boardroom meetings with whos-who of the corporate industry.

Destiny had its own say. My elder bro when he saw the application for Commerce stream felt I had scored badly in board exams. But, when he got to know of my result, he scolded me LRC for taking up such a "hasty" decision. He had lots of reason too. Being a CA is good but the ladders which led to CA were a tortourous 5 years. 2 years in PU and 3 in Bachelors(later I got to know there are other ways)!! And again a minimum of 3 years to complete CA. And CA is not BE(CS) also. As per my understanding, around 10-20 CAs are churned out every year. So that’s almost a decade lost in education.

Well, the capitalistic approach I followed, I would not let a decade go-off without returns. So kind of hitch in my mind, I had to take up Science stream. I was kind of influenced by people around me who spoke in great terms for science. But I made it clear that it would be engineering and not medicine. I dreaded Bio classes in my PU. I only studied Bio as I wanted to know about life, not at all as a stepping stone to medicine. Even though I had better rank in Medicine, the thought of taking up MBBS never crossed my minds.

Well it is been almost 10 years now, after that decision. Today, when I look back, it is been quite an achievement. Afterall, software aint rocket science neither accountancy is! One thing I have admired about software field, it has given me an opportunity to step into quite a few countries.

This may not have been possible if I had taken up commerce. That too, within 4 yrs of corporate life, literally No!!! But still I love finance stream. Some day, when I am totally pissed off in software, would wish to complete my dream. Atleast an MBA in Finance if not CA. Amen!!

In class X, someone had asked me what do you want to be in life? Inspired by one of my relative’s designation, I had answered General Manager-Finance. Then, I did not know what it meant also. But, somehow the phrase “GM-Finance” amused me a lot. Now, I hope to be that atleast in my early 30’s. Destiny shall decide!!

No, I am not at all cribbing about my current job. It is my passion for finance ruling over my need to work in software.

My Full Name.....

"Why does a girl utter the full name of the guy with whom she is angry?"

Sounds as though reciting my passport details. *me still trying to deduce*

with a thinking cap,
Mr. PRAKASH Kxxxxxxxxxxxx

Hum jeeyengee saatho janam

In childhood days, whenever I was involved in a mischeiveous act, the sufferer would in a typical kids lingo lambast "be reborn as a chameleon" or whichever stuff they hated. Then I never used to think of all those. But now, sometimes I wonder what I would be if at all I am born-again. I am loving this life of myn, but still that "?" about what next after this lingers in my mind.

Having brought up in a religious way, which I am really proud of, I firmly believe that life takes birth again, once it loses its physical state may be in one form or the other. So today I gave shape to my characters in the next six reincarnation assuming this is my first.

1) As a daily-wage worker : Hmm I know in software field too we work on a hourly/daily basis. Still, I want to feel the sole purpose to work 10 hrs to get a daily wage of 50-70Rs at the end of the day and go back home while your family is waiting for that money to quench their hunger. In many HR Interviews, they question "What do you aspire to be 5 years down the lane"?, but here, an individual thinks about probability of having his dinner. I thought of this becoz most of the times, mommy dear chides me that I dont show value for money :-(

2) Crown Prince: Contrary to first one, I should be born in an imperial royal family. And I should be the only kid to succeed the crown. Exterior view of those collosal palace walls has always invited a "?" mark in my minds about the happenings within.

3) Celebrity: Leading most of your life as a celebrity status is an exciting feel. I dont want to be born as a celebrity, but it should be as a result of my deeds. I want to feel those moments when people shout your name, go crazy on seeing you. Aint it an enthralling experience!!!

4) As an elephant: Live life KingSize !!! I always love watching elephants esp those kutty kutty ones. The charming, elegant, affable, majestic walk of theirs has always made me pause for long hours. I love them also because they are pure vegetarians and the most harmless. And I loovveee cane-juice. I should be born as pappu in the wild western ghats :-)

5) As a gal: This will be my utmost wish. Hope its fulfilled assuming I have not been one already. Well, I would not know either. I should be the only girl-kid to those middle-class indian parents. The society should be those typical late Indian 80's, where life for a woman is just opening up. She should have above average looks, smart, enthusaistic female who learns to laugh, cry in the journey of life. As a kid, always participated in boys vs. girl competition, primarily becoz of the most commanding gal I have met so far, Preethi Prithviraj. Deadly PP we used to call!!! Even though as a guy I hated her for phoolan devi kind antics, many a times I would try to follow her for certain things. And now as a grown-up, having seen so many females around, I would want to be one. Yeah, I write posts on shady sides of female, but still I want to unravel the mystery of being a female.

6) I shall let GOD decide. Look how considerate I am :-)

7) No choice. Its decided as yours truly :-)

And yeah, the response for my previous post is negative. I could not meet her. She called early morning to convey that she was too tired for a rendezvous. She had just come down from a tiring KL trip from the Ind-Aus cricket match. I wasnt shocked either but did like her style to let me know way ahead so that I could go on with something else.And, I happily spent my day at home with my senorita. To make moments more exciting prepared onion pakodas and those greeen chillies are for her. Yep, you deserve it!! One tight slap :D

Weekend Date ???

OK OK I am fine now.. after all its friday and to come out of all the shady thinking, preponed my deliverables by a day, so that I was extra occupied with work yesterday evening. The act of which made me work in office late. So, by today afternoon, I should be done with this weeks deliverable.

I am eagerly waiting for sunday noon. Courtesy, this lassie has "promised" to spend time with me. Or should I call it a "Date". Whatever it is, I would like to know more about this lady. Whenever I have spoken with her near coffe vending machine or across passageway, she appears to be that honest, intelligent(non-technical), traditional-yet-mod-thinking, attitude girl. Me thinks, gals should have that extra bit of attitude towards guys, which makes us feel "she is not that easy" heheheehhe

But, somehow I feel this is too early for me to think of something serious beyond a "Date". I know, I have not taken this seriously, but the thought of getting into a relationship makes me go scary. Hang on... I feel my thinking is going wayward. Let me not think of all this, and just meet an individual. Thats it!!!!!

Will I really go on my maiden date in Singapore ??? I am still not convinced. Keeping fingers crossed!!!

Rock your weekend juntaaa.....

Rohne do tu aaj humko .....

{pre-cursor: as usual,boring boring post, just wanted to come out of myself}

Have noticed variant ways of expressing gloomy sad emotions from people around me. Some people cry, some cry very hard until their block their nostrils; some just keep silent with their eyes stuck in one view, few just keep walking until they feel their legs, few finish a carton of Marlbaro in moments, few booze heavily (and then puke LOL) etc.,

Whatever small journey I have covered in this road called “LIFE”, it’s not always been a 100mph drive on an expressway. Sometimes I had to drive like we do on Hosur Road. How mean a comparison was that? Driving always on an expressway is not that enticing enough. I wish life should be something like a F1 track of Monaco Grandprix. Life mein sharp manageable curves naa hoto, zindagi does not ROCK!

Coming back!! Many people cry when they feel let down. Yeah, even men!! Well.. after all men do not have extra horns. Me thinks, men are emotionally very weak compared to females. That’s a different moolah for discussion. When I really feel sad, if I am in bangalore, I frequent the temples I know. Or talk to myself , may close myself in my room and stagnant their for hours, could even shout at people who makes me feel sad and sometimes cry too. Not always though, after all I am a MAN ;-) Crying is not always bringing down ganges from your gifted organs, it could be deep moaning an individual undergoes, which is worser than literally crying L. So that brings to what really makes pakku to “cry”

- When I was this little kid, dad always used to drive me away from watching any movie-related stuff. I always used to literally cry in moms lap. When even she was angry, I always had my sis to take shelter. I feel so embarrassing when I think of those days. Anways, it was childish days. That good act of my dad never let me watch a movie in theatre till I entered into corporate life. I have no regrets and thanks dad!!! :-)

- Glimpse of my Class X Resultsheet: If GOD could rewind my days, I would tell him to pause at June 2005 – Apr 2006. Happiest moments of my life till now. While mates around me feared SSLC exams, we literally made fun of it. Previous evening of every board exam, we (our 8 member gang) continued our daily ritual of playing a game of cricket and tennis (without nets). On the D-day when I read the numbers on the resultsheet, I laughed at heart on those who made fun of me with tears in my eyes that a wonderful era was gone. The pampered last kid, pakku was intelligent enough to get a decent aggregate of 91.

- When I feel lost at proceedings which I cannot hold. I feel like closing up myself in a dark room and just sit silently. I have done this twice, which has made my family go crazy in their thinking.

- When I watch those really senti scenes in a movie. Not all!! Few of which I can remember are the climax moments of “SwathiMuthyam”(telugu movie), “Jogi”(kannada), background music of BLACK…

- Important one!!!! When close people hurt my feelings, trust, faith for them. I may be an introvertish kinds, but when I start knowing a person, pakku can be the best if not “bestest”. The best I can think of this situation is a shayari from Fanaa,

Aag sooraj mein hoti hai, Jalna dharti ko padta hai

Mohabbat aankhen karti hain ,tadapna dil ko padta hai

Galtiyan kissi aur karein, aur hume tadapna padtha hai!!! Yeh kaise nyaaya hai!! (The word mohabbat is a misnomer in this context though)

- Interestingly, the most times I would have felt like “crying” has been those happiest moments. Most important of them would be when I saw the result of 2nd semester, BE and surprisingly I had scored above my friends, even though I had typhoid during exams and drove down 150 kms every day of exam as I was hospitalized in Bangalore. When I read the big numbers on the offer letter of my first job, when I flew down to US within 1.5 year of my career, when I played with snow in Europe.. many many more such moments……………………………

Not everyday an individual is happy, when he is not, this kind of posts come out, reminiscing the sad, happily sad moments spent.

Jeeju always says 'Come what may never cry in life, for you may be hurting your loved ones'. From then on, I have followed him to the hilt. Hopefully so go forward...Amen!!

Pakku-in-a-bit-senti-but-not-mental mood !!!!!

One more cinematic weekend....

Last few weekends have been an interesting affair. The latest one was no different. Finally, got a chance to laugh with Munnabhai. Much has been written and read of this movie. But after watching part-2, I would still vote for MB-1 compared to part 2.

Lage Rahoo..is enticing, crowd-puller, funny has every ingredient to make it a sensational blockbuster. Still, for me Gandhi has always been hidden mystery even though I believe in “few” of his principles. Henceforth, few scenes were kind-off boring to me. Overall, the effort taken by the technical crew to derive such non-controversial-yet-humourous script truly deserves a sensuous applause. Circuit had a great comical timing compared to sanju baba. But, the duo makes an wonderful combi. Vidya looks more sensuous with her colorful-elegant homely attire. Vidya as an RJ? Hirani saaab please, benchmark is already set by (H)ambar(preity in salaam namaste) please don’t lower it.

Added to interesting movie-watching, what made it more amusing was the jam-packed “interesting” crowd in the movie hall. One of the biggest halls in Singapore was packed to hilt. Wonder from which part of Singapore those “interesting” junta came down from. Nevertheless, who cares from where they were!!

Another notable stuff was D-2/Ekalavya trailers. I had watched D-2 trailer in mail-forwards, but watching it on big-screen was different experience. Rejuvenated breath-taking sexy looks of duggu, hour-glass figure of our own bunt-girl Aishwarya, Abhis elegant on-screen persona.. well I am just counting days to watch this flick. And … yeah I want the same enthralling crowd who goes “wowww..uhhhhhhhhh” when Hrithik poses..whistles when Aish or bips comes on ..feminine voice who scream “Abhishek, I love you”.. on the other end, male voice shyfully responds “What is your phone number”? Wonder how many Abhisheks were in the hall..:-) I have been to so many movie-showings in SG, but this was an exception, albeit a good one.

Of late, I have become a movie freakoo to say the least. On Sunday, watched “Vettayaidu Velayaidu” – Kamal Hasans new thriller. This time it was the typical Singapore crowd :-(. Back home, this is termed as super performance by Kamal. But, I could only utter, Kamal sir –please retire!!! Vikram is filling up your space :-(

I need to cut-down on my movie-watching capsules. Hopefully, coming weekends I get to spend time with serene waters and with dear senorita. Amen!!!!!

Have a nice working week ahead… lage rahoooo

My dear Senorita....

…when I first read about you in my secondary school days, I had this utmost desire to be you’re MAN. Then, you were truly out of my reach, courtesy all your nakhraas. When I first met you in my PU days, I was dumbstruck to see you. Then, you were a bit bulky. Never mind, being with you was sheer ecstasy.

Then on, time passed by as did the increasing amount of traffic jams in Hosur Road. But, your beauty always lingered in my mind. Very bad sense of jealousy flew across my mind whenever I saw you with others. But I always tried to be envious rather than being jealous. After all, who does not like being with a gorgeous like you. You were very very costly to me then. So for all my acadaemics I got the much needed help from your elder brother. Although he was not a single piece, he helped me score quite good score in my studies. He is still with me and he loves me too. With growing age, I can see he is getting slower and cries for rest quite often.

Days went by and I grew with my professional life. So did my distance with you reduced. Whenever I was away from my family, you were with me. You entertained me, you moaned with me, you played with me and above all, you were with me always even at work. You helped me resolve numerous issues at work. I presented all my work using you. When people applauded, I would first see you and smile. Above all, you helped me grow along with you. But, the only shady thing was you weren’t mine. Whenever I saw a corporate logo on your attire, I had to console myself that one fine day, you will be mine.

Finally, I can audaciously utter You are mine. I possess you. People say, you cannot possess female specie until a person knows her completely and has her comfort level. I have analysed you enough to be mine. My dear senorita belongs to the Pro Satellite L100 family of Toshiba. She has a brain inculcated from Intel Core Duo family, which can run at walloping speed of 1.8GHz. At peak, it can reach 1.6 times that number. She had to be upgraded to suit my desire, which dearly cost my wallet. She can store 1GB worth data in her brain and around 80GB of stuff in her belly. When it overgrows, she can write it off to a DVdisc within minutes.

Above all, her face is as wide as 15” and its TFT flat. Whenever she opens her mouth she sings my favourite tunes. Whenever she is tired, I need to feed her as I work with her. She can run for almost 4.5 hours without any “power” food. Sometimes, I feel she gets irritated with me, so she vents her ire in the form of heat. But, she understands me and starts up her own cooler to pacify herself.

Yeah...she looks "compactly" slim too(from all the angles ;-) ). When I place her on my lap, she doesnt pain my muscles as she weighs only 2.6 Kg. Doesnt she love being on my lap!!!!

Senorita, now that we know each other, I will assume that you will be with me accepting all my whims and fancies. You should engulf my emotions whenever I am out of my dear-ones and help me reach them. I know, you shall oblige.

Show of Strength

The show-gathering which started of as a means to fear-off enemies during "Cold-War" days, as now transformed itself to a show-off to country residents. Yep, one such show has to be the "Air-Show"s. Yesterday, accidentally, I had been to Air show organised by Royal Air force of Singapore. Thanks to my friends, who diverted my attention to such kind of shows.

While in Bangalore, I had so many chance to watch such kind of shows in Jalahali Air base, never did I venture, courtesy my laziness to drive so far. But, after being part of Singapore aero-show, I would air-dive to jalahalli air base for sure.

The hangar at the Paya Lebar Air base included the mighty F-16 (yep.. the same fighter jet for which Ind and pak fight with BIG bro), F-5, F-60, hawkers and a few other probablities of alphanumerics (:D) fighter helicopters. Seriously wonder why they name such collossal creatures with 2-or 3 letter alphanumerics. Although, it was a military exercise, not much security measures were involved and we could even venture into any of those fighter jets provided we followed the serpentine Queue.

Aerial display conducted by the Air Force personnel, was an exhilarating stuff. The ear-deafening sound of F-16 when it travels just about 500 m from you is worth a lifetime experience. Well..the sound generated by it was so enigmatically huge that I had to finally close my ears with both my hands. As a kid, always wanted to show to the world that even if a eerulli bomb(type of green-colored cracker which makes enormous sound due to the tight threads surrounding the explosive. we used to call it onion bomb :-))) was exploded I would stand still without closing my ears. But this time, F-16 won. I have no regrets, am happy that my eardrum layers did not corrode much.

Not sure, if the fleet on display was just a partial moolah of Sing Air force strength. If it was the complete show of strength, then it cannot be categorised in the "Royal" category. Well if a country has such friendly neighbours why would they spend it on security, they would rather build one more Singapore :-). Rightly so!!!

Unfortunately, I hadnt carried my Digicam from bangalore, all these days my phone-camera is trying to capture the "Nokia" moments of Singapore. Few snapppooos below and the complete coverage here

Air-drop by personnel draped in Singapore royal colors of red and white
C-130 (not sure though)

Missed the landing of F-16D.. you can notice the rear of the fighter on extreme left.



Pakku with E2C

Tired me with F-16D


What am I doing ??
Trying to hijack the heritage Skyhawk

Finally.. "Nokia" moments.. snappo with the F-16 pilot

Happy Birthday!!

I have noticed many of my friends/colleagues carry a teenie-weenie pocket diary having plethora of personal information, which when read by outsiders will lead to WW-III. The basic reason of carrying such pocket-diary as they say, it reminds them of birthdays. The unorganised guy I am, if I maintain one such diary in my bagpack, I am sure it will be lost before it serves the purpose.

Previously, I used to depend on portals like Orkut or friendster for such kind of info. But, now after "forcefully" exiting out of such forums, I do not have a choice but to depend on my "impeccable" brain cells. Sept 1 is such date apart from few other dates, which does not need space in my RAM. Some details are just etched onto my mind, more so when it is close to heart.

Yep, today is the birthday of the only A of my dearest P3A group. While in the month of july, the other two dear friends TV and SV, celebrated their birthdays with all the gaiety and pomp. Then, I was tied up in KL assignment and lack of net-connectivity, did not get enough time to post. After all three brithdays doen, this makes me the youngest laadla in the group *applause* My dear friends are getting older and older and I am still so young *muahahahhah*

P3A birthday-evenings are always filled with fun, laughter and ofcourse mouth-watering dinner. Now if the evening is dedicated to Anil, has to be a gala one, as he is more fond of food than all of us. What makes all the more enticing about the gala treat is, it will be a pure veggie stuff without even pinch of alcohol. Yep, I am the only traitor in the group, who has non-veg otherwise. Now dont blame me, when I did transform myself to pure veggie for almost 7 months, I was packed off to Amsterdam, where I had to start having non-veg else I would not have survived(not really so!!)

All said and done, this is the 3rd consecutive year, I am missing birthday treats from my pals on their special day. Blame it on my eagerness to roam the world or the timing of my travel or they absconding to other countries. Now, I am so desperate to spend those 2-3 odd hours with my friends, if given a chance, I would want SingAir to airlift me to bangalore for those pristine moments. Yep, obviously free of cost ;-)

Ok ok, I shall stop my rant and wish our dear teddybear *pakku in a typical birthday singing voice* Happy Birthday to you..Happy Birthday to you..Happy Birthday to teddy.. Happy Birthday to you. While people around start clapping and head towards the birthday to greet him, all of a sudden, there is complete darkness in the restaurant, only hitting sounds of "dhan-dhana-dhan" punctuated with the ooohh--aahha-ammma is heard. Few minutes later, everything is back to normal. Anil is licking his upper/lower lip for the strawberry cake engulfed on his chehraa, while his hands are busy trying to cement his butt onto his backframe. Click click *Kodak Moment*

Anil bidda, heres wishing "All the very best to you. Hope you are engulfed with all the divine powers to help you take appropriate decision about the future journey called life. Have fun :-)" arree.. hataa saawan kaa ghata.. tell me when are we having maduve ootaa ??

As you guys plan for bday treat at Taj or Leela Galleria (SV and TVP, I hope you convince anil for a treat at either of these .. yep you SHOULD), me signing off reminscing the lovely moments we shared before I flew down to Singapore.

cheerios