tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15448381542308146522024-03-14T02:54:45.247+05:30La Dolce Vita!..the sweet life!Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-78560260116882859942018-04-20T20:00:00.003+05:302018-04-21T20:29:58.904+05:30A Quiet Place - Movie Rant<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This post has spoilers from the movie, <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt6644200/" target="_blank">A quiet place</a> as well as from the series <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1520211/" target="_blank">Walking dead</a>.</div>
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<b><span style="color: red;">SPOILERS </span></b>are gonna start now. You've been warned.</div>
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John Krasinski and I go way back, unbeknownst to Krasinski. š<i> </i>Our connection is from the series, <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0386676/" target="_blank">The Office (US)</a>. Back when I was working at Indiagames, I was one of the game designers for the game based on this series. And when Amazon Prime got the series to India, I binge watched it all. Total nostalgia and some more. As it happened, the day I finished the series finale, I was thinking to myself that it had been quite some time that I saw a horror/thriller movie and this was the one that was running! <i>I'm not sure how I got *that* thought after completing 'The Office' though! </i>š</div>
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Anyhoo, long story short, my friend and I landed up at the threatre to watch it. We were hoping that the crowd is not the usual idiotic ones where people end up laughing to hide the fact that they were scared and some guy showing his bravado and teasing others for getting scared or some idiot who reveals the plot. I HATE THEM ALL!</div>
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My friend did say, the chances that we may encounter these idiots would be less, as this movie is not the traditional supernatural horror. And he was right!</div>
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<i>By the way, this is a <b>rant, *my* rant. </b>And hence I'm going to point out the parts *I* didn't like. This isn't a review! </i><i>I liked the movie. It was quite good! All the actors did a great job, especially Emily Blunt! If you like the horror/thriller genre, I would totally recommended that you watch it. It is a beautifully executed movie. </i></div>
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So finally, let's begin. </div>
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Someone tell me, what parenting classes are these people attending? Is Lori from Walking dead giving lessons to them? </div>
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You can't make any noise. You let a 4 -year old<i> (or 3? can't recall the exact age) </i>walk into the supermarket and be on his own. He's a kid FFS! Almost drops the rocket toy from the top of the shelf, but the older kid saves the day. Even after witnessing that, no alarm bells go off in their heads. Alright, fine, supplies are important and well situation was temporarily under control. </div>
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But then, before exiting the shop, dad says no to rocket, telling (via sign language) that it makes too much noise. Removes the battery in front of the kid, and keeps the rocket and the battery right there. I actually thought that he would give the rocket to the kid, and put the batteries in his pocket or so. That would have been the logical thing to do. But well, there is no story then! </div>
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Anyway, the big sis feels bad for her little brother and gives him the rocket anyway. And the parents don't know this, why? Because they have got out leaving their kid with the rocket right there at the desk. (The kid who really really wants the rocket as he thinks it is the escape route and also well, he is a KID). The kid decides to take the batteries too because it was lying right there!</div>
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Cut to them walking back to their house. The dad is carrying the middle child. Followed by mom, followed by big sis (who is deaf & mute) and followed by the 4 year old in the end. SERIOUSLY??? Who does that? Even in a safe world, you keep the kids in the middle! Let the adults act as the head and the tail of a line! This is basic!! CHRIST!!!! You can see this lineup in the <a href="https://youtu.be/kHsmDxrpdYY?t=30" target="_blank">trailer</a>.</div>
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And our kid can't wait to get to the house to play with the rocket. Decides to put the batteries and play right away. Big sis can't hear. Mom and dad turn around with utter shock in their faces. Dad runs towards kid, but he is too late. (Supposed to be a sad moment. I was more angry than sad.)</div>
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There were so many ways that particular accident could have been avoided! Yikes! Also, I'm surprised the kid kept quiet for 89 days. </div>
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Ok, I know having a child is all about life and hope and stuff! But FFS, you are barely making it alive yourself. Then why are you bringing a baby which will not understand anything about keeping quiet into this world? Are you secretly trying to feed the monster? </div>
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<i>Also if you want to read up on what makes it a good movie, then read my friend's <a href="https://jiteshpanchal.com/2018/04/21/a-quiet-place-indeed/" target="_blank">post</a>. </i><i>I totally agree with a vast majority of what he has written there. That's why I would totally recommend this movie.</i><br />
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Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-41866895802859012492016-05-08T12:36:00.000+05:302018-04-20T20:11:29.497+05:30A Mother's Day SpecialDear Son,<br />
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I've been often asked when I plan to become a mother. Sometimes I feel like telling them that I'm already one. But they wouldn't understand. Every mother's day I see a whole lot of wishes exchanged between mothers, which usually doesn't include me. But it doesn't matter. You are 7 now and since the time you have learned to speak, you always have wished me with utmost sincerity. I also have to thank our family, especially my mother (your grandmother) and your <i>biological </i>mother (my sister) for making it happen. And that's what matter's the most.<br />
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I didn't become a mother when you were born. It was before that, when you were in your mom's womb. I've guarded you with everything I had. I have fought with autorickshaw drivers if they drive fast on bumpy roads, I've fought with people on the street who don't watch where they are going and come remotely close to your mother. It was my sole duty to protect my sister, not just because she was my sister, but now she was also carrying something so precious to me.<br />
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I've fed your mom, taken care of her likes and dislikes, handled her mood swings and what not. ;)<br />
I was her constant companion whenever she had to visit the doctor; I've been to every one of your sonograms barring one. And you refused to show your face in that one! Guess, we had already formed a connection back then itself.<br />
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I also used to stick to the wall against the bed, like a lizard at nights as I constantly worried that I might squish you while sleeping; and eventually gave the entire bed to you and your mom while I slept on the floor padded with some sofa cushions. I've read you manga, I've taught you how to play video games while you were still in the womb! <i>No wonder, you rocked the Nintendo DS in 7 months!</i><br />
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The day you were born, I was waiting outside walking restlessly worried sick for you and your mom. I could hear her screams and thought I might faint. And then there was silence and they brought you to us. I saw you, and I couldn't see anything else; the most beautiful thing ever! Your eyes were wide open, it felt like we spoke to each other. I wanted to hold you, but I was scared. Then finally my mom made me sit on the bed and put you in my lap. I was thrilled! You slept on my lap and I didn't move a muscle. I didn't care if my feet hurt or my back hurt; all that mattered was you shouldn't get disturbed. You were wrapped up in a cloth 'cocoon style', and you felt so comfortable. You communicated so well with your eyes. I think we have have shared stories like that, because we used to just stare at each other!<br />
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One night at the hospital, you were crying so loud. Your mom was fast asleep and under the influence of medicines. My mom had just gone home to freshen up and get some clothes and food. I didn't know what to do. I had to somehow stop your tears. I asked the nurse to come and feed you or do something. She ignored me as she had other "important" stuff to attend to. I asked some three four times and she didn't turn up. You ARE the only thing that was important to me! I finally lost my temper and screamed at her. That's when she came and fed you.<br />
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When my mom came back, I complained to her about how the horrible nurse treated you. My mom said it is not a big deal and smiled at me. She is experienced after all. But it was a big deal for me. I'm not waiting for a nurse to help you out when I'm there! I asked my mom to teach me how to carry you, to feed you, to clean up etc., when your mom or my mom wasn't around. I learnt everything. It was my mission to understand your needs even when you couldn't communicate it in the language I understood.<br />
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Everyday I rushed home after work to spend as much quality time as I can with you. All my weekends were devoted to you. Time spent with you was never enough. You loved to sleep on me. I'm not nicknamed 'the water bed' for nothing! ;)<br />
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When someone asks me who you are, I whisper 'my son' to myself and say 'my nephew' out loud. Because they won't understand. And when some stranger on the street mistakes us for a mom & son duo, I don't correct them, because we are! As you grew up and occasionally mistook me for your mom and called me 'Mama' were some of my most cherished memories! Every time we have to part, it breaks my heart.<br />
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You know, there are many mothers like me, who are every bit a mother but they are never acknowledged as that. Society dictates that giving birth is the most important aspect to becoming a mother. Society couldn't be more wrong.<br />
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On this day, I usually wish the beautiful women in my life. But today, I'm going to thank you for making me the mother that I am.<br />
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You're "MY PRECIOUS"! <i>[Gollum style from Lord of the Rings. Yes, I will be sending you the books in a few years!]</i><br />
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Love,<br />
Your Chithi (aka Aunt, aka the other Mom)<br />
<br />Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-31608645948142188162015-04-01T15:28:00.002+05:302018-04-21T21:01:15.853+05:30Women EmpowermentYes, it's the Deepika Padukone video I'm talking about. If you haven't seen it yet; here it is:<br />
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If the motive of this short film was to tell the <b>age old patriarchs and matriarchs</b> of the society that the times have changed, we have equal rights, etc etc, then I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you have not really succeeded in conveying that, because THEY WON'T UNDERSTAND THIS!<br />
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Everything we do in life is a choice we make. Morality is a choice, loyalty is a choice, sexuality is a choice, career is a choice, to be or not to be is a choice! And all choices have consequences. Every line spoken in this video has been analyzed in depth by many, sometimes to extents that may not be even the intent. So I'm not going to do that. Instead, dear creator and participants of the video, I have just a few things to say:<br />
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<li>What anyone's choice <b><i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">should try not to do</span></i></b> is cause another mental or emotional harm. Context matters. </li>
<li>What one should focus on is <i><b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">justice</span></b> </i>and not just randomly cry for equality. What works for one need not work for another. Very aptly conveyed by this image:</li>
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I'm not against a film like this, but let's get the right message across, the right way. This will only make them see us as 'Feminazis'.<br />
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<i>Not gonna talk about the Alia Bhatt Vogue Empowerment video.</i><br />
<br />Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-8260123326386177042015-03-27T08:27:00.001+05:302015-04-01T14:55:04.448+05:30True Blue CricketNow that India is out of the World Cup, things can return to normal eh? Nope! Now we will continue to trash our team for not making it to the Finals. Who cares how they performed before. It is always about the last match we didn't win!<br />
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Let me get this out. I'm not an ardent cricket fan at all. <i>Athough I have been the designer for definitely more than one Cricket game in my career so far! </i>I don't stop work or other engagement and get glued to the TV. But living in India, the spirit of cricket is hard to pass. You become part of it, whether you want it or not. I don't even know the names of all the cricketers, but honestly it's gorgeous to see the men in blue on the play field.<br />
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Albeit, not being a crazy fan, I've had my own stupid superstition moments when it comes to India playing. We all know what I'm talking about. If I move from this seated position, India will win / lose. If I watch the match, India will win / lose etc. We are all guilty of it and I'm not here to question that. But even that should be taken lightheartedly. I find the experience fun (ny). And it bloody well should be!<br />
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So Virat Kohli was dismissed for 1, when we had a big total of 329 to chase. That unfortunate hit that cost us his wicket, made everyone sad and skip a heart beat. Do you even imagine what Virat Kohli and his loved ones must be feeling? Hell, we don't even let poor Anushka emote properly by zooming in the damn camera on her. You can argue that being celebrities, they signed up for this, the lack of privacy in turn for all the fame and luxury. Fine. A good argument maybe. But what's up with bashing Virat and terming Anushka as the "panauti" (someone who brings bad luck)!<br />
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Grow up, you damn idiots! So, what if that shot by Virat ended in a 4 or a 6? Then Virat is awesome and Anushka is?<br />
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I'm not saying that I'm some saint who didn't laugh at some of the jokes that were made. Let's face it, some were genuinely funny! And it's nice to have the ability to laugh at ourselves. But I do question the intentions behind some of the jokes. And few others were just in bad taste.<br />
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To all the nut jobs, who take the blame game too far: I wrote about our own superstitions while India is playing a few paragraphs above. Have you ever wondered that you may be the reason Virat Kohli was dismissed or the reason behind India's loss? Maybe you are the "Panauti"?<br />
"That's absurd!", you may say. How can "you" watching / not watching that match contribute to the actual game? Exactly, you dumasses!<br />
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Would just like to quickly mention how we all termed Deepika Padukone as "Panauti" for Kingfisher's fall and for other things. Yep, it was all her, the cause behind the fall of Kingfisher Airlines! <i>*This sentence is brought to you by 'Sarcasm'. In case your lovely brains don't get it the first time!*</i><br />
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I'm not gonna write an open letter to Anushka, because I'm pretty sure she is a head strong girl, who will let this also pass. If she is even midly troubled, I wish her the strength to get past it. The same to Virat Kohli and to all the cricketers & their loved ones.<br />
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the girl friend aside, we also go into trashing the team's performance. Yes, maybe they could have done better; maybe they did give it their best. I don't know. All I know is, it's okay to analyze about something you are passionate about. But remember one thing, you are not the one standing on the field, playing the game. If you take your analyzing skills to a whole another level, then please get started on your training, join the team and prove it!<br />
It's so much easier to talk about what went wrong after it's over. When you are put there, things are a lot different.<br />
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And if you want to break your TVs over this, well... up to you really! I paid good hard-earned money for mine. So stay away from it! And to this <a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Youth-cuts-tongue-for-Indias-victory-in-Cricket-World-Cup-semifinal-against-Australia/articleshow/46702898.cms" target="_blank">young man</a>, I have no words to say. Pun not intended.<br />
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My dear Indian Cricket Team, I'm not one of your typical die hard fan. But when you do something awesome, I totally scream with happiness and when you fail to do so, I am a tad bit sad, clap for your effort, look forward to the next epic win and move on. #BleedBlue<br />
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My dear Men in Blue, you did great this time. Go home, relax, spend time with your loved ones and party! Before you know, there's another match waiting for you.<br />
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My dear Indians who refuse to grow up, please do or keep your mouth shut and your hands away from contributing to more garbage. #SwacchBharatPoornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-54026972655034774912013-09-16T12:28:00.001+05:302015-03-27T08:38:41.943+05:30Happy Onam!Onam is one of the most important festival of Keralites. Onam celebrates King Mahabali's visit. He is lovingly called as Maveli. There is a story behind this festival. The story in my words:<br />
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Once upon a time, there was a King called Mahabali. During his reign, everything was perfect. People were treated equally. Deceit, lies, thefts, murders, corruption etc were unheard of! Everyone adored him. A generous, just and loving King. There was no poverty and everyone was content. He was a great devotee of Lord Vishnu. The only problem was he was born into an Asura family (the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prahlada" target="_blank">Prahlada </a>lineage). This was not a problem with his subjects.<br />
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It was a problem for the super jealous Devas. They were scared that their so called supremacy was going to be challenged by him. How can the stupid subjects prefer a King who does everything for them over the Devas who devote their precious time watching the Apsaras dance for them!? And our God Vishnu decides to take the Devas side for He-knows-what reason. He disguises himself as a poor Brahmin and goes to the generous King Mahabali and asks for pieces of land that he could cover with three steps. Mahabali obviously said he could have as much land as he wants.<br />
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As soon as Mahabali promised, Vishnu (disguised as the brahmin -Vamana) grew into some giant-ass size and with one step covered the whole earth, the skies with the other and asked the King as to where he should keep the third step. Mahabali offers his head to keep up the promise. Our God places the third step on his head and pushes him into the Patala(the underworld, the netherworld.)<br />
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Onam is the boon that Vishnu gave Mahabali as part of fulfilling the promise; 10 days to visit his subjects every year! Excellent work. Deprived us of a good King! I mean, that's brilliant! Wow!<br />
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So well... At least the King gets to come and meet his beloved subjects (who, thanks to him being in Patala have become murderers, rapists, criminals, corrupt & what not). After seeing his subjects' current state, I don't think he comes anymore. But I would love to believe he does and in this 10 days, decides to take some of the above mentioned subjects back with him to Patala and make sure they get "treated well".<br />
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I, on my part, try to please him, to do the needful with some mere food offerings (that ideally we end up eating).<br />
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This year we did not put any pookalam (Flower decorations). Here's one from 2010. We had access to two flower types of the same species and managed this, thanks to some leaves :) :<br />
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You can read the full story (not my version) here: <a href="http://www.onamfestival.org/king-mahabali-onam.html" target="_blank">King Mahabali & Onam</a>. The only thing that is probably wrong is that Asuras are not Demons; much like how the Devas are not Gods.<br />
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<u>Side Note:</u> There are versions of the story which says that Mahabali went to Patala as that was the only realm left for him, thanks to Vamana (aka Vishnu). There are some versions which says that Mahabali was over ambitious and snatched Heaven from the Devas and which is why Vishnu helped them regain Heaven from Mahabali. I don't even want to comment on that. Just putting it here!<br />
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There is a beautiful folk song that describes the story in Malayalam. I'm embedding two renditions here. The first follows the original tune. The second is a newer take on the song and I like it too.<br />
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The song is long and people shift / skip the verses in various renditions. The overall translation is as follows:<br />
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<i>When Maveli ruled the land,<br />All the people were equal.<br />And people were joyful and merry;<br />They were all free from harm.<br />There was neither anxiety nor sickness,<br />Deaths of children were unheard of,<br />There were no lies,<br />There was neither theft nor deceit,<br />And no one was false in speech either.<br />Measures and weights were right;<br />No one cheated or wronged his neighbor.<br />When Maveli ruled the land,<br />All the people formed one casteless races</i></blockquote>
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Source: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onam" target="_blank">Wiki</a><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/ixzHsfP3Qcs" width="420"></iframe>Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-57393415698785537932013-08-16T12:22:00.003+05:302013-08-16T17:47:26.990+05:30Dreams & Premonitions - Part 1I've always been interested about this topic. I have had my share of premonitions. By premonitions, I mean a look into the future event which is not necessarily evil. In fact, some of my premonitions were happy ones!<br />
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Some of my dreams usually tell a huge story; most people wonder how I could watch an entire movie as a dream ;)<br />
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When I have a nightmare, 90% of the time, I enter a pause state. From this state I can always choose to continue or get out of the nightmare. It's weird really; but it happens to me.<br />
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In almost all my dreams, I see myself in third person as well as in first person. That is I'm a character in the dream as well as the audience. And both of them have a link, where the "audience" me who is watching the dream could somehow help the "character" me.<br />
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I always wanted to do a detailed study of dreams and premonitions, but never got around doing it. I finally decided to do it. On the side, I have decided to document some of my dreams.<br />
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The very first memory of a dream was when I was 2 or 3 years old. A close-up face of an old man, who told me that he came to see me and will be always there with me. The next morning I went to mom to tell her. But she was busy. Then I went and pestered my sister. She laughed at me and then to get rid of me decided to showed me some family photos. I pointed at the old man. My sister told me I'm trying to fool her and revealed that it was our grandpa (dad's dad). I swore to her that I had no idea! She didn't believe me (not back then). Our grandpa had passed away much before my birth. While I'm sure that my parents would have shown me the photo when I was younger or so; but I'm most certain I was unaware. At least my conscious mind was.<br />
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At that age itself I started wondering about the significance. That dream is something that's absolutely clear in my mind. I can still see that entire dream with open eyes.<br />
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I once had a dream about my boyfriend. He was a gem of a person, but my past had made me vary about commitments and relationships. I started doubting if I even loved him! One night, in my dream, I was at his wedding. We were at the stairs. He held my hand, looked at me lovingly, and without saying anything, he turned away and left. The wedding rituals began. I stood at the stairs, speechless, watching him go far from me and wept uncontrollably. My heart felt heavy and I could barely breath. I woke up and I continued to weep. I could feel the pain. In reality I did attend his wedding and instead of standing at the stairs & weeping, I stood next to him in my bridal attire sporting a smile :)Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-91725226730327679722013-07-20T12:12:00.004+05:302022-06-07T06:08:25.385+05:30The (sad) State of JournalismWoke up one fine morning only to see that I was featured on Page 1 Bangalore Mirror (BM) Newspaper. Amidst confusing wishes from people, I also got "wow" messages for getting featured on BM; until I specified that the photo that appeared was without my consent. And then all the "wow" turned to "wtf"!<br />
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The news was related to the terrible experience I had with an auto driver and the swift action taken by Bangalore Traffic Police and the involvement of a concerned citizen who followed up the complaint to it's fulfillment. You can find more details about that in my previous post: <a href="http://confessionsofaconfusedfreak.blogspot.in/2013/07/auto-driver-or-gunda.html" target="_blank">Click here</a><br />
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Here's the only interaction I had with the BM reporter (Screenshot of what was posted as comment on the post I made on BTP followed by facebook message interaction)<br />
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Nowhere in this interaction have I mentioned about allowing the to use my photo nor have I been requested for the same. </div>
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Given the nature of the article, there could be a possible retaliation from the auto driver; considering he knows the apartment I stay in. And instead of protecting my identity, they have gone ahead and printed my photo. </div>
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Now the argument could be that I have already posted on my blog and raised a complaint to BTP on facebook. and both carried my profile pics or so. But please note that the "blog" here is my own and the facebook profile is mine too. I don't need to take any permission for that. Also online media is way different than print media. Print media is more accessible to people. Also, this news was on Page 1! with a picture of the auto driver and a picture of me right there inset. </div>
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I wish the reporter was more sensitive about it. Or at least consulted me before using the picture and I would have denied it right there and then. They could have ran the article with just the quotes and the pictures posted by BTP (BTP did not post my pictures)</div>
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The above is a quote from the BM paper. This information was taken off my public profile on facebook. Palakkad is listed as my hometown. The photo too was probably taken from my facebook profile. </div>
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Please note that my photo on facebook is privately shared. Non-facebook users don't have access and facebook users who are not my friends see only a small profile picture (as per how facebook shows) which is view-able only (cannot be clicked and enlarged). And this is what was used to print in the article. </div>
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I wrote a letter to the editor at bmfeedback@gmail.com. No response. I wanted to file a complaint to Press Council of India. As per rules, I was to write a letter to the editor and try to resolve matters if possible. If not, I can go ahead with the complaint but a letter to the editor was a must. Which I had already done. </div>
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However, considering the amount of mails the Editor must be getting in a day, I decided to call the BM office and requested to talk to someone regarding this. I was directed to the Editor. I spoke to him. He tried to convince me saying it was a positive article. I agreed and told even though it was a positive article, they should not have printed my photo without my permission. To which he said they are aware of my concern, will see about it. I against insisted it was not right and then he told me that whatever was printed was on public forum and they had every right to print it. I tried to reason with him saying that my photo was not on public forum and was not public property to use. To which he said it was on public forum and they could print it. He was keen on hanging up and when I asked if I could proceed with a formal complaint; he said I may do so.</div>
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And then of course, thanks to BM's news, I now have hate comments. No one entertained it though. But it's just weird people try to make a racist issue out of everything (the comment on BTP page)</div>
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Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-39744971017711989242013-07-09T16:19:00.004+05:302013-08-08T10:40:36.379+05:30Auto Driver or Gunda?<br />
I just had a terrible experience with an auto driver. The vehicle number is KA 41 1504. The driver's name is Reddy<br />
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I took the auto from Fortis Hospital at Bannerghatta to Electronic city Phase 1. As usual no auto drivers were ready to come by meter. Finally a rate of 300 Rs was fixed with this guy.<br />
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Since I was unwell, I told him to take via the Silkboard road. Instead he took via some alleys, full of speed bumps and bad roads now and then. And finally when he dropped me at my destination, he demanded more since the drop location was about 3-4 kms inside from the main road.<br />
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I argued that I have been dropped here before for the same rate and to that he started screaming. Argument is not what mattered to me, but his language and tone. He was screaming unnecessarily on the top of his voice for no reason when I was not being disrespectful. I kept mentioning that there was no reason for him to raise his voice as I'm talking politely.<br />
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For that he went on to talk that he is a "Reddy" and flaunting what he could do etc.<br />
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I told him that he was wrong in the eyes of law that he did not switch on the meter and now he is arguing for more money.<br />
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I finally asked how much he was expecting as this was beginning to worsen my headache. He said extra 80 rs for 4 kms. I told him that it was not going to happen and gave him 330 rs as total instead. For which he said "what will happen with 30 rs".<br />
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By that time, I had heard enough of him and I said 30 rs is a big amount for me and that if he doesn't want it, I will keep it with me. To which, he almost threw the money at me and started screaming more. So much that all the security guards and people were beginning to gather.<br />
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Then just as soon as I was about to get down, he snatched the money from my hand. (Obviously he wasn't gonna let it go!) He was beaming with anger for no apparent reason.<br />
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The security guard helped me out of the auto and I told the auto driver again to be respectful and talk properly. I reminded him again that he is wrong to have NOT switched the meter on and that I could take him to a concerned official and his license maybe cancelled.<br />
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To which he said he doesn't care about all that and he knows how to manage that. I noted his number and walked away while he was still screaming behind me.<br />
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This was a really disturbing experience for me. This is not the first time I have argued. But this is the first time someone has spoken as rudely as this guy. I'm quite amazed that I still managed to keep calm. He did not deserve it though...<br />
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I rarely take auto rickshaws... Now I'm going to outright ban them from my life! I'm not sure if I have conveyed the rudeness of that driver enough here. Wish I had recorded the whole thing! As simple as just starting the voice recorder on my phone.... Sigh..<br />
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P.S: I've messaged the Bangalore Traffic Police about the same via their <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BangaloreTrafficPolice" target="_blank">facebook group</a>. It's high time the auto rickshaws started using the bloody "meter"!<br />
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Try this app. Once everyone starts using it, it will be very helpful!<br />
<a href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.Vehicle_saviour">https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.Vehicle_saviour</a><br />
About Saviour: <a href="http://www.nextbigwhat.com/reviews-of-autos-taxis-saviour-297/">http://www.nextbigwhat.com/reviews-of-autos-taxis-saviour-297/</a><br />
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Bangalore Traffic Police has taken action. Auto driver was fined 1100 Rs, asked for a written letter of apology and given serious counselling. Click this <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=525389970860048&set=a.151911704874545.36909.147207215344994&type=1&theater" target="_blank">link</a> to see the effort by BTP :)<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Update: July 20th 2013:</b></span> <a href="http://confessionsofaconfusedfreak.blogspot.in/2013/07/the-sad-state-of-journalism.html" target="_blank">Click here</a><br />
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<br />Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-20005808151425515032013-06-04T14:54:00.002+05:302013-08-08T11:03:56.788+05:30The Elusive One - IndiBloggeshwarisLet me start this with a confession. I've been part of <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/indiblogeshwaris/#" target="_blank">IndiBlogeshwaris' facebook group</a> for quite some time. Until recently I was more of a silent spectator. I don't really know why it took me this long to interact because this is a frigging awesome group to be part of!<br />
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This June 2nd, IndiBlogeshwaris turned a year old! Happy Budaaay!! and kudos to the entire team behind it!<br />
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Coming back to topic, since I'm already two days late to write this, let me keep this short! :D<br />
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Theme: Do something that you have been putting off for a long time and write about it.</blockquote>
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I have always wanted to take up a creativity course and was quite successful in not doing it ever! The reason to take up the course was many. To improve my creative skills which according to me was dwindling away and which is a mandate for my job. To assure that I haven't completely lost it. To try something different. To see life creatively. <br />
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Towards end of April, my colleague sent me a link to a 6 week long <a href="https://venture-lab.org/creativity" target="_blank">creativity course</a>. I signed up of course. Signing up doesn't take much effort ;) Around the same time, my friend and I decided to take some work that excited us both. And then there was my day job too. I was almost sure that the course was a goner because it required me to submit an assignment every week! Interestingly enough, this was the time I was (according to me) more active on the IndiBlogeshwaris group. I saw the post on Elusive One and it encouraged me more. I still can't believe I managed everything and have successfully completed the course without having to compromise on other aspects. It is great to have supportive friends and family!<br />
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While that pretty much sums up my Elusive One post, I wanted to add one more thing here. This here is part of the last assignment of the Creativity course.<br />
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Writing a resume is something we all have done; to showcase our achievements... Ever wondered what your failure resume might look like? Not just in terms of your professional life; also your academic and personal life...<br />
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<a href="http://know.burrp.com/arts-entertainment/get-tight-tight-vashi/33583">http://know.burrp.com/arts-entertainment/get-tight-tight-vashi/33583</a>
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We enjoyed thoroughly!!<br />
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<br />Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-27984144514288857592011-11-28T21:01:00.001+05:302013-08-08T10:49:49.584+05:30When Love Finds You...It will be a three month long wait for me to see and hold my love in my arms. These three months are going to be harder than I thought. Many a people said that love starts to dwindle away after tying the knot. Two years into marital bliss and every time I see him, I fall in love all over again.<br />
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It all started with a simple crush and now we are together in this beautiful journey. I never even realized when I fell in love with him. When true love finds you, you will know it! You feel happy, sad, excited, nervous, all at the same time. That's the closest I can explain how it feels.<br />
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I used to expect something different in the form of love. I had my own set of bullet points. However, life taught me a great lesson: '<i>What you are asking for is not the same thing as what you want.' </i><br />
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I thought I wanted someone who could dance. But life gave me what I truly wanted.<br />
When I'm on the dance floor swaying away to the beats, I can always feel his love; the lovable admiring glances amidst his conversation with friends slowly sipping into his drink. And when he goes that extra mile to try and sway with me for some special occasions; those awfully sweet attempts are the best dances of my life.<br />
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I thought I wanted someone who could sing. But life gave me what I truly wanted.<br />
Every time I sing for him, he listens to me with utmost attention, as if I was the best singer in the world. Lying on my lap, requesting another song while I run my fingers through his hair. And those little attempts he makes to sing a few lines for me...<br />
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The unexpected things he does for me, are truly unexpected! A surprise is a surprise when you hardly expect it. And with him, I can never guess when it will happen. Something is more special when it's rare, at least for me :)<br />
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When this beautiful love found me, I had my doubts, but I embraced it. And I'm so glad today that I did!<br />
Whenever I hold his hands, he wraps his around mine and makes me feel loved, protected, wanted. The very hands that touch my cheeks, the very hands that wipes my tears. the very hands that tickle me, the very hands that pat my back, the very hands of the man I love.<br />
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I can't thank God enough for giving me a man so imperfectly perfect for me, someone so differently similar, someone I really wanted! Come back soon, my sweetheart. I can't wait to fall in love again...<br />
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And now a beautiful song that I dedicate to the one who means everything to me, my lover, my best friend, my confidante, my life - my husband.<br />
...and to everyone in love or waiting to be in love: 'When love finds you', by Vince Gill <br />
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Starting today it's called La Dolce Vita.. the sweet life! :)</div>Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-32990807708166616662011-10-19T19:17:00.003+05:302011-10-28T08:24:38.516+05:30The Dove Sponsored Indiblogger MeetSo, it's been 5 months since I last updated my blog. By now I've made up enough excuses of the lack of time, but am not going to list them here ;) So moving on, let me start talking about the meet!<br />
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A women's only meet! This was the first ever <a href="http://indiblogger.in/">Indiblogger</a> meet I attended. I don't have to tell you why this drew my attention. It was all about getting pampered and it was free! \:D/<br />
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The venue was <a href="http://www.fourseasons.com/mumbai/">Four Seasons</a> hotel in Worli. That's crazy miles away from my cozy home for a lazy person like me. Nevertheless, I decided to embark this journey. Also I was the one who asked my friend <a href="http://hazeljain.blogspot.com/">Hazel </a>to sign up for the event and she may have killed me if I didn't turn up; just a possibility :P<br />
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Luckily I had 4 amazing ladies for company: the twitter queen <a href="https://vibhanayak.wordpress.com/">Vibha</a>, the young & vivacious <a href="http://sweetdeepa.blogspot.com/">Deeppzz</a>, a hospitality professor (yep!) <a href="http://laxmitodiwan.blogspot.com/">Laxmi </a>and a fellow entrepreneur <a href="http://entertainment-n-humour.blogspot.com/">Preeti</a>.<br />
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Together all 5 of us headed to the venue and reached there at 11:00 am sharp. Right on time! We registered ourselves and in a span of 30 minutes were called to get our foot massages done. It was lovely. That was the first foot massage I ever got done in my life. Those who know me won't be surprised! :D<br />
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By the time our massages were done, we had more and more ladies come in and soon enough the introductions started. We had a great variety and I've decided to dedicate this post to all the ladies I interacted with. (I hope I don't forget any one here)<br />
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Now for those who are here to read about the details of the meet, I'm going to refer you to <a href="http://aasheianaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/dove-spa-experience.html">Aasheianaa's blog</a>, a fashion blogger and a charmer. She has covered it well for all of us :)<br />
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Adding to the list of the amazing ladies I present to you,<br />
<a href="http://ideasmithy.wordpress.com/">IdeaSmith</a>, the one who can easily captivate an audience.<br />
<a href="http://www.lemonicks.com/Travel/">Nisha</a>, an amazing woman and a global traveler.<br />
<a href="http://www.redefinelifewithlove.blogspot.com/">Priyanka</a>, the pretty girl next door.<br />
<a href="http://www.nehasblog.com/">Neha</a>, an incredible liar, I mean lawyer ;), the one with the best opening statement at the introduction round.<br />
<a href="http://antahman.blogspot.com/">Aparna </a>& <a href="http://aspoonfullofworld.blogspot.com/">Shirin </a>, the lovely sister duo.<br />
<a href="http://www.bloggerkhushi.com/">Tara</a>, the one in the search for 'Khushi' :)<br />
<a href="http://copywriting-communication.blogspot.com/">Anuradha</a>, the one who can maintain 18+ blogs! Woah!<br />
<a href="http://bloggerani.wordpress.com/about/">Amreen</a>, the football fanatic!<br />
<a href="http://vasu-smaran.blogspot.com/">Vasudha</a> & her lovely kid, Harini who could come with the most amazing slogan for her team!<br />
<a href="http://nickolaikinny.wordpress.com/">Nikolai</a>, the tiny, amazing traveler.<br />
<a href="http://creativeartncraft.blogspot.com/">Anu</a>, the very creative and talented art and crafts blogger.<br />
<a href="http://gcharu.blogspot.com/">Charu</a>, the one who had the most cheerful face. I did not interact with her, but she has a face that one can't forget :)<br />
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This is just the list I can recall. I'm sure I've missed some names and will make sure I get them in the next meet! :D<br />
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And how could one forget this little blogger! :)<br />
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I really have to thank Dove and Inidblogger for this great meet. Looking forward to more such meets!<br />
And thanks to Dharmi who gave me a relaxing hairwash.<br />
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My product review shall follow after I experiment with it :)<br />
Now, I better get back to work, before my friend and partner, <a href="http://deeptiraavi.blogspot.com/">Deepti </a>finds out what I'm actually doing instead of working ;)<br />
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<br />Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-75221453635240928852011-05-26T00:13:00.002+05:302011-05-26T00:25:58.413+05:30Never say No?Never say "No" Isn't that something we've heard too often? But I think it comes with a small asterisk (*) that says rarely say "Yes"...<br />
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I'm one of those who failed to see the asterisk mark! I seldom said "No" in my life... This may come across as a very positive point, but it is actually the exact opposite!<br />
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Why did I never say "No"; - fear of hurting people, fear of not getting something right if someone else does it, fear of not being acknowledged, to please the other person, to help the other person, to clear disputes, to get it over with, blah blah... the reasons are so many, but it all comes to the fact that I never mastered the art of saying "No"..<br />
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Yes it is an art! A very important one... If you don't learn to say No, you will be taken for granted and expected to do whatever it is that you did, and more; sadly with negligible appreciation.<br />
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I remember my friend Jayashree telling me about this movie called "27 dresses". She said she saw me in the lead character's role instead of the actress. She asked me to watch the movie, so that I can understand what I do from a third person's perspective just to make sure I can learn to say "no"...<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWjVF4OkKMU/Td1NqxUjtoI/AAAAAAAABmA/tAjcKX_Lh1I/s1600/Im-yes-and-no.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWjVF4OkKMU/Td1NqxUjtoI/AAAAAAAABmA/tAjcKX_Lh1I/s200/Im-yes-and-no.jpg" width="200" /></a>It never really occurred to me that it was such a big deal before... and when I did realize it, it dawned upon me that I've lost a great deal of myself while doing things for others. But its hard to give up the habit overnight... It been a year or more I've ventured into the path of saying "No" and I still have a long way to go...<br />
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For those similar to me, start it already.. better late than never :)<br />
It's not about what you can do, it's about what you want to do!<br />
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P.S: <i>I had a similar post in my older abandoned blog... Just felt like writing a better version here.</i>Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-27560703862065750562011-03-31T16:14:00.003+05:302011-04-01T04:32:45.351+05:30Onwards to Korea - Part 2 (Concluding Part)<i>For Part 1, click <a href="http://confessionsofaconfusedfreak.blogspot.com/2011/03/onwards-to-korea-part-1.html">here</a>. </i><br />
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"Refreshed" after the boiled corn and French fries, I began my hunt for the Free Internet Service Station. And why didn't I use my laptop instead?<br />
Well, as luck wold have it, the day I left for Korea, was some mega power block in Navi Mumbai area. No power frm 8-6! Wow!! So ya laptop was dead...<br />
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Moving on, I finally did find a place. It read I could use it for 15 min, but hey till someone stands behind me and asks me to get up, I ain't going anywhere. Finally spoke to family and friends. Ah Internet is such a life saver I tell you. After chatting for some time, I could see some desperate souls like me waiting for their turn and I offered them my seat. (I'm nice at times :D)<br />
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There was still about 4 hours to go... Nintendo DS to the rescue! Played for quite sometime and suddenly heard a rumble. It was my stomach. How long can boiled corn and fries sustain; also I've a good appetite. :P<br />
I was wondering what to eat! Of course... the safest food I could have without fear was Chocolates! Went around and bought a big pack of Toblerone Minis. Yay!<br />
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Munching on the chocolates, one after the other, I happily headed to the gate and opened my book to read. Books are like time machines (Amitabh Bacchan says that in the Reid & Taylor ad).... Need I say more?<br />
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It was time to board!<br />
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Cathay Pacific Airlines. First impressions? It was just like any other airlines... I only worried about food. I had requested for Indian Veg Meal, but then I didn't expect much esp after the food I had in Jet. Also it was China! But..life is full of surprises...Cathay pacific served the best Indian veg meal I had! Pulav, naan, & paneer mutter! Yummy!!!<br />
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After that content meal, soothing music is what I wanted. Turned on the flight's channels and to my surprise they had Bollywood music too... I loved Cathay Pacific already :D<br />
The hours flew by in my sleep and the captain announced that it was near time to land.<br />
That was the time, the harsh reality struck me. I wasn't going home! All this while it just felt like those days with a hectic travel schedule.. but the ending was always home...<br />
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But, it wasn't this time!<br />
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Landed. It was an unknown place, unknown people, unknown territory. I wasn't scared but I wanted to run back home. The thought that I wasn't returning home was tormenting me... Went through the exit, lost in thoughts.<br />
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My ex-boss was waiting for me. I couldn't recognize him, but he could (ain't hard to spot an Indian here.) He called out my name, took over my luggage trolley, talked about old times and tried to make me feel comfortable. He gave his phone so that I could inform everyone back home about my safe journey. I couldn't speak much.. Various emotions were gushing. Held on to them and went on...<br />
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After 1.5 hrs of drive, we finally reached the apartment arranged for me. My boss, his family and my friend Praveen were there to welcome me. A sweet little place and the people were so warm and friendly. After light introductions and greetings, everyone left. My friend however stayed back for sometime, we chit-chatted about old days and then he left too.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBYbosb0Yy8/TZRa1Q2XetI/AAAAAAAABlU/iejoAL3KVm0/s1600/SunCartoon%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBYbosb0Yy8/TZRa1Q2XetI/AAAAAAAABlU/iejoAL3KVm0/s200/SunCartoon%255B1%255D.jpg" width="200" /></a>It was past midnight and I still couldn't get any sleep. "It sucks to be away from home"... I remember murmuring that for a long time only to wake up to the sun. It was months since anyone saw the sun in Korea. Maybe, he just followed me all the way here, to make sure I'm fine :)<br />
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<i>This concludes the "Onwards to Korea"post. Will list my living experience here as it goes... :)</i>Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-82048494560583739652011-03-03T10:02:00.002+05:302011-03-03T10:42:13.282+05:30Onwards to Korea - Part 1One fine morning, my ex-boss called me and offered me a job in Korea. I wasn't too sure how it was going to work out. Firstly it was going to be non-gaming. But then, I thought about it. I was considering taking a break from gaming to revive those creative brain cells. They were on the verge of death, me thinks ;)<br />
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<div>My friend Praveen was already working for the same firm in Korea. I discussed with (read troubled) him and came to the conclusion to give it a try . And luckily for me, they offered a relevant role to my husband Arjun too! Yay!! I was so happy about the fact that I won't have to stay alone! More than the staying, it was the travelling that scared me for some reason. I've never been scared to travel alone; maybe it was the unknown place, unknown language. When communication becomes a problem, it kind of scares me.</div><div><br />
</div><div>As luck would have it, the company wanted me to join early, and Arjun couldn't leave that early. So I had to start off alone...the very thing I was scared of... Sigh.</div><div>On the d-day, my entire family and a friend tagged along to drop me off at the Mumbai International Airport. The only time I have ever been away from my family was the 7 months I had spent in Bangalore. But this time it was different. It wasn't within India anymore. So sending me off did call for a good amount of tears. We are an emotional family as it is :)</div><div><br />
</div><div><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FrTeJRegDaM/TW8ZhsqMPxI/AAAAAAAABig/vINzsZqmXoM/s1600/checkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FrTeJRegDaM/TW8ZhsqMPxI/AAAAAAAABig/vINzsZqmXoM/s200/checkin.jpg" width="200" /></a>My flight was Jet Airways which was taking me to HongKong and a change of flight from there. The lady at the counter informed me that they have no more tie-ups with the connecting flights and that I will have to collect my check-in luggage at HongKong and check it back in with my connecting airlines. I had checked with Jet Airways before my journey itself. So it didn't come as a surprise. In any case, she told me that she had tagged my check-in luggage destination to Seoul. (<i>Umm..Alright :S</i>)</div><div><br />
</div><div>My folks waited at the visitor's lounge till I proceeded to immigration. I'm not a big fan of being away from my comfort zone. With international roaming activated on my phone and slightly relieved to have cross checked with the airlines on my meal preference (Indian Veg Meal), I proceeded. It didn't feel any different than boarding a domestic flight. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I was way early and had to kill about 3 hours! And I was hungry. So I went and grabbed a veg sandwich; which wasn't up to my liking. After throwing away the rest of it into the bin, I waited at the designated gate and read my book. Reading a book is a great thing to do to kill time. It was time to board already. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I was glad to see some good movies and shows listed as part of the flight entertainment. Right when I was dozing off, they served meal. I wasn't particularly happy about the food. It was a very similar sandwich.. Sigh. Thankfully fruits were there. After that I resumed the movie I was watching, only to wake up to breakfast service! </div><div><br />
</div><div>And the breakfast was equally terrible. Mini Idlis soaked in tasteless sambhar and some weird Uthappa. Again, fruits saved the day. And in another hour's time, I had reached Hongkong! It was raining there then.</div><div>I spotted a help desk and approached them and asked them regarding my connecting flight and baggage. Fortunately the airport staff speaks understandable English. I did have to repeat, but the message got through :)</div><div><br />
</div><div>I headed to the Cathay Pacific counter and they gave me my boarding pass and told me they will pick up my luggage. !!! I checked with him again as Jet Airways had told me otherwise. He assured me. Instead of feeling relieved, I was tensed about whether they will pick up my luggage or not. He said I could check it at the gate, 1 hr prior to flight's takeoff. My connecting flight wasn't for another 5 hours! I finished my security check and sat at some random gate as my flight wasn't even listed then. Hongkong airport is huge. And travelators everywhere. I wanted to check about my check-in baggage and on inquiry found that the Cathay Pacific desk was on the other end. I started proceeding that way. Saw a lot of free internet stations on the way. All were occupied. I reached the other end; checked with the staff; he too assured me that my luggage will be picked up. I headed back trying to find a free internet station. I almost reached the other end without any luck only to feel hungry. Then it dawned that I saw Mc.Donalds near the airline desk.. Sigh..</div><div><br />
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</div><div>I grumbled to myself, thought about the delicious food back home and ate the meager meal that lay in front of me...</div><div><br />
...to be contd....</div><div><br />
</div></div>Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-66613288883447152642011-02-25T15:12:00.000+05:302011-02-25T15:12:14.901+05:30Long time no see...Things have changed considerably in my life. That sure calls for another long time no see post, doesn't it?<br />
And sure has been long! To summarize the whole thing, I quit my job, worked as a freelancer, now in Korea as a consultant.<br />
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Few months and way too many changes. May be this is what I needed? Who knows! I feel like I'm in that unknown world of freshly passed out graduates having no clue what to do... It is a great feeling actually. Helps me see myself and what I want to do in a whole new perspective, which btw is still unclear...;)<br />
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Guess it's time to explore... Wish me luck! :)Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-5179856133373064262010-05-24T16:04:00.003+05:302011-12-07T22:09:53.447+05:30The Immortals of MeluhaThat's the name of the book, the first in the Shiva Trilogy written by Amish Tripati, a finance professional, graduated from IIM Kolkatta!<br />
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With the current spree of IIM pass outs turning out to be book authors, I really wish I was in IIM! :P<br />
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Anyways... here's how I ended up in the world of Meluha!<br />
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So one fine day, on one of those occasional visits to the Landmark bookstore in Pune, I saw this particular book placed everywhere to grab the buyer's attention! I have ignored a lot of other books that used to belong there... But this one was different.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S_pKtDJ4dnI/AAAAAAAABaA/LjmqExUXTOM/s1600/Meluha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S_pKtDJ4dnI/AAAAAAAABaA/LjmqExUXTOM/s320/Meluha.jpg" width="236" /></a>They say never judge a book by its cover... however this wasn't the case for me... The cover was what caught my attention!<br />
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Being a lover of mythology, I couldn't resist being drawn to this mighty and sensual depiction of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shiva">Lord Shiva</a>!<br />
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I ran to my husband who was busy finding some books in the Sci-Fi section and told him I've found something good! He smiled and said, "Just read a page and see if you like the way it is written, and then you will know for sure!"<br />
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Hell, why didn't I do that! So I opened the book and read the first page of the first chapter and by God I was in love with the book. I didn't wanna stop reading.<br />
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The language was simple and the flow was great! The content itself was bloody brilliant. Neatly broken into paragraphs, pleasing font and good page quality! I'm not going to delve into the plot outline or so as the author lets you read the first chapter <a href="http://www.shivatrilogy.com/book.html">here</a>, and also because it has to be read the way he has written, else it will lose it's charm.<br />
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A nicely made trailer is also available <a href="http://www.shivatrilogy.com/theimmortalsofmeluha.html">here</a>.<br />
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After Lord of the Rings trilogy, this is the only other book that I've read in just a span of few hours because I couldn't put it down till sleep took over me unknowingly and yet I was in Meluha. With Shiva, Sati and everyone else, I was there looking at my leader, my God, my Saviour!<br />
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I've always had a soft corner for mythology and fantasy alike and if one may see, deep down they are very similar... So I won't question the content and get into unnecessary arguments on whether it is right or wrong, because there will be no answers, just more arguments... If one can accept the existing mythology which revolves around magic and the supernatural and at times the unnatural, then accepting this theory seems to be more likely.<br />
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Amish has tried to bring forth a practical and more believable aspect of Lord Shiva into existence through his book. My imaginations ran wild as his writing helped me create my own land of Meluha, it's people, the Suryavanshis, the Chandravanshis, everyone existed in my world.<br />
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I always adore authors who can use simple language to convey the most magnificent things and he definitely is one of them! I highly recommend this book for believers and non-believers alike! You can know all about the book at <a href="http://www.shivatrilogy.com/">http://www.shivatrilogy.com</a><br />
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It was because of this book that I've got back into my reading habits and my husband is pretty delighted about that :) He is currently reading the book. This book has inspired the reader and the writer inside me! I owe one to Amish.<br />
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When I finished reading the last line of this book, my heart ached, I knew I had to wait... wait for Amish to finish the second book... It was hard... I wanted to know... I was in the book, in Meluha... and I'm still there, waiting...<br />
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Keep up the good work, Amish! May (Lord) Shiva be by your side to help you complete the series with the same amount of brilliance or more as seen in this one...<br />
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<i><b>Har Har Mahadev!!!</b></i>Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-84751663619825803572010-04-15T17:53:00.014+05:302010-04-17T18:05:07.277+05:30A page from a girlās diary<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S8cGImdDl3I/AAAAAAAABX8/8jcyW0lz-iU/s1600/quotes+left.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="50" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S8cGImdDl3I/AAAAAAAABX8/8jcyW0lz-iU/s320/quotes+left.png" width="70" /></a></div><br />
It was just another morning. I woke up, washed my face and looked into the mirror, and I just stood there gazing at my reflection. Suddenly in a flash, all those memories came by. I wondered how things have changedā¦</div><div class="MsoNormal">The slightly distant past revisited me. I remembered how incapable I was to do anything. I always needed you! The mornings started with calling you, then until the evenings I was always with you and at nights, we were back to our phones. It was as if my world revolved around you. Then, one strange twist of fate has made everything different. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S8cEs1u12HI/AAAAAAAABXs/lWAXs4_uQe8/s1600/325752626_69392aa6b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S8cEs1u12HI/AAAAAAAABXs/lWAXs4_uQe8/s200/325752626_69392aa6b1.jpg" width="200" /></a>I was still wondering how I managed to move on, how Iām what Iām right nowā¦ and then it struck meā¦ it was you! Yes, my dear, you moulded me into an independent, strong woman that Iām today! </div><div class="MsoNormal">Youāre now in a distant corner of this earth and out of touch for reasons that are obvious and yet my heart longs for your company, for we werenāt just lovers. You were my bestfriend, my confidante and all that I had. And you shall remain my best friend for eternity; that is one thing even fate canāt take away from me.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now Iām with another man I love, and I became worthy of him because of you. I now follow all the advices you gave which I never paid heed to when we were togetherā¦ Young and adamant werenāt we! They say everything happens for a reason. I do not want to question it for it somehow consoles me and I want to believe it blindly.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I miss our friendship, I miss the bond we shared, I miss talking to you and asking your helpā¦ I miss you a lot, my friend!</div><div class="MsoNormal">I do not know if my words will ever reach you, but this is what Iāve to sayā¦<br />
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<i>You were the one who taught me to be strong;</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>You were the one who righted my wrongs;</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Yes, it was you all along!</i><br />
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</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The million smiles you brought to my face,</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Even managed to squeeze one in my saddened gaze,</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>And ended my worries with a sweet embrace.</i><br />
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</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Now youāre gone to a distant land,</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>And to another man I love, I gave my hand,</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>As this is what the fate demands!</i><br />
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</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>This day, I speak, would you hear?<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>With no guilt, worry or fear,<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S8cGMmwzJII/AAAAAAAABYE/MVIAmmMHGCE/s1600/quotes+right.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="50" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S8cGMmwzJII/AAAAAAAABYE/MVIAmmMHGCE/s320/quotes+right.png" width="70" /></a><i>All I want to say, is I miss you my dear!</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Poetry added in <a href="http://poeticmyooz.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-my-best-friend.html">Poetic Myooz</a></span></div>Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-48077803552186083432010-03-02T17:46:00.006+05:302011-02-28T14:45:38.985+05:30Come, let's fall in love!Love, oh boy; it is a beautiful feeling. A special bond, an unknown emotion, a pleasant change... When you fall in love, your life seems to turn around. Everything appears to fall into place. You seem to be happy all the time.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S4z4NYQnE4I/AAAAAAAABQY/H3kI5srK00M/s1600-h/howtohaveagoodfirstdatejohnrapp-main_Full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S4z4NYQnE4I/AAAAAAAABQY/H3kI5srK00M/s200/howtohaveagoodfirstdatejohnrapp-main_Full.jpg" width="200" /></a>The slightest thought of him lights up your face. You blush and smile more often . You seem to be out of control...<br />
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His compliments mean more than anything in this world. When he appreciates something you've done, you feel a slight tingle and a sense of satisfaction... It's an undefined emotion but it leaves you so longing for more.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S4z4SHek9uI/AAAAAAAABQg/uwl0KfrgtH8/s1600-h/dreamstime3195638-main_Full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S4z4SHek9uI/AAAAAAAABQg/uwl0KfrgtH8/s200/dreamstime3195638-main_Full.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>And you can easily figure out that the feelings are mutual. You can feel his eyes watching you wherever you go... When your eyes meet his, there is no saying how great it feels. It's like a silent song sung between two beautiful souls in love. You can feel it flowing inside you. You want it to last forever...<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S4z2iAJe_GI/AAAAAAAABQQ/2ak23qmAtTk/s1600-h/holding-hands1_babiegurl1172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S4z2iAJe_GI/AAAAAAAABQQ/2ak23qmAtTk/s200/holding-hands1_babiegurl1172.jpg" width="200" /></a>While walking together, his hand brushes against yours and before long, you are holding hands with him and the walk now has a whole new meaning...<br />
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When he embraces you, you feel secured. He becomes your shoulder to cry on, someone who will wipe your tears and be by your side even if you were wrong... Someone who loves you without any limits. You are priceless to him and he would trade anything he has for having you in his life...<br />
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And as the years pass by, the small seed of love is now a full grown plant that has reached its full bloom...<br />
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It's not new any longer.. He knows you so well that there is no mystery left anymore... And soon enough the autumn begins for the tree of love...<br />
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You don't get that beautiful tingle anymore... Everything drifts into a wonderful memory... He no more expresses his love. He no more brings you sweet nothings. You know he loves you but yet you don't feel loved... He still cares but you don't feel pampered. What you do for him is now a routine... What he gets for you is a responsibility...<br />
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You love being with him. He loves being with you and yet life is not the same it used to me. Priorities take over and you put on a pretense. But deep inside you long for that sweet love... You want to fall in love again, for it's amazing how love loses itself when it hits its peak. You wait for him to fall in love with you again. You wait for his eyes to follow you once again. You wait for his eyes to meet yours and sing the silent song again... You wait till he is ready... <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"<i>Come, sweetheart, let's fall in love one more time!</i>"</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Love is a sweet poison... </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you have never fallen in love, then go; fall in love!</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This is one poison worth taking...</span></i></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The breakups, the faded memories or the lost love, </span></i></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">as painful as it maybe...</span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">it is so beautiful and you just can't stop</span></i></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">falling in love again and again...</span></i></span></span></i></div>Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-41940022800118274972010-02-24T18:15:00.004+05:302010-03-11T15:53:09.264+05:30ZXSpectrum!So, are you one of those zx spectrum crazy people?<br />
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Yes? So is my husband - arjun!<br />
So well, ofcourse you must be on World of Spectrum already.<br />
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Well, my husband also has been blogging about spectrum and stuff...<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S4UeeL3sxGI/AAAAAAAABN4/bXUcdlb1VvE/s1600-h/zx-spectrum-keyboard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S4UeeL3sxGI/AAAAAAAABN4/bXUcdlb1VvE/s200/zx-spectrum-keyboard.jpg" width="200" /></a>You can check it out here: <a href="http://chuntey.wordpress.com/">http://chuntey.wordpress.com/</a><br />
For the non spectrum species, its <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=chuntey">chuntey</a> and not chutney (a spicy condiment ) :PPoornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-79410332643760721632010-02-23T11:21:00.007+05:302010-03-11T15:55:23.409+05:30I wannabe a bear in my next life!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S4NsyDijbqI/AAAAAAAABGs/OiF2-n5TTm0/s1600-h/wannabe+bear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S4NsyDijbqI/AAAAAAAABGs/OiF2-n5TTm0/s400/wannabe+bear.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
So, women out there. Do you agree with me?Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-17565035359616206562010-02-17T11:29:00.005+05:302010-03-11T15:54:07.725+05:30Creativity in SilenceIt was a regular day at work. I managed to drop in a little early than usual. While sipping my blackcurrant smoothie, I looked around. I saw a lot of empty chairs. There was some sorta silence, an emptiness in the air. I felt fresh and at my creative peak! And then I realized how important the silence was for the creative minds.<br />
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My peak lasted for about half an hour for by then more and more people poured in; it was work-time after all. My artist friend, Kailash walked in and I immediately asked him about how he felt about silence as an inspiration for creativity. He completely agreed with me! And I'm sure that a lot others would agree as well...<br />
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It's not that its impossible to be creative otherwise; after all, most of us have been working in the silence forbidden environment for a long time and we've done good. But never something that has left us completely satisfied...<br />
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People expect more creativity yet they are not ready to provide a secluded environment. Everyone needs it, but it's hard to provide. People work better during early mornings or late nights. It's the silence, the emptiness, it puts your mind at peace. You can think clearer. <br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S3uJRfcVYKI/AAAAAAAABGU/qVAGeNP3SIE/s1600-h/Creativity_by_CrisVector.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ebFy7jXndrY/S3uJRfcVYKI/AAAAAAAABGU/qVAGeNP3SIE/s320/Creativity_by_CrisVector.jpg" width="212" /></a>The afternoons do not compare to that of the mornings and nights, but still with a good amount of open space for oneself, it works! And by that I do not mean a large room. It just means a small secluded space.<br />
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Even now, while writing this, I can hear a lot of voices behind me. I'm unable to track what I wrote; the brilliant sentences and words coming to my mind are lost before they reach my fingers to type. <br />
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We need the creative space for being creative. We do not want it to die. We do not want to fall into the routine creativity. Creativity is the opposite of routine!<br />
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We possess talents that are not explored. Please do not forget that.<br />
The emptiness speaks to us, they guide us, they unite us with our subconscious to work wonders!<br />
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We need the emptiness... the void is what fills us!<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Image taken from: </span><a href="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs31/300W/i/2008/235/6/6/Creativity_by_CrisVector.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">http://th00.deviantart.net/fs31/300W/i/2008/235/6/6/Creativity_by_CrisVector.jpg</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">)</span></div>Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-46142109038836248472010-02-16T11:05:00.002+05:302010-03-11T15:54:18.147+05:30Passport Form submissions made easy? Ya right!Ok, so my husband had gone to apply his passport... We tried the online registration first, since it apparently gives an appointment (Date and time). We tried for Jan and unfortunately the the earliest date we could get was 3rd Feb. So then we thought we will go by the usual long process... The forms were available on the website and we downloaded it. Filled it properly and my hubby went to submit it...<br />
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Tada.... it is THEN revealed that ONLY online registered applicants can submit. So, after the unsuccessful attempt we came back and yesterday managed to submit the application after a lil problem.<br />
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Since they have stopped allowing people other than the one submitting their forms, I stood outside while my husband went inside the office.<br />
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While outside, I saw a lot of ppl in trouble as they had no clue where to go for what and I was giving them guidance better than the guard standing there. So I thought maybe I will list down some points here.<br />
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<blockquote>1. You have to do ONLINE REGISTRATION - <a href="https://passport.gov.in/pms/OnlineRegistration.jsp">here. </a> Now unfortunately, only after filling up all the details will you know the earliest date of appointment. But let that not disappoint you. Apparently IT DOESN'T MATTER!!! So, confirm the appointment and take a printout of the form.<br />
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2. The printed form will have your name and surname all under the 'surname' field... No, it doesn't matter now as it is happening from 'their' side. So chill! <br />
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3. Also, there still will be a lot of fields that will be blank. No their system is not smart enough to print a NA where NOT APPLICABLE. Comeon, its Indian govt we are talking about... Can they ever make things simpler for the general public? NO!!<br />
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4. And there will be some more fields which you will have to fill out manually anyways...<br />
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5. They don't give a damn about the date. The main thing is the serial that gets printed with the online form. The date is like a dummy.<br />
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6. And the time... EVERYONE GETS 10 AM! 10 am to 12.30 pm is the time they entertain people there. And u thought u had a 10 am appointment?? Haha... When my hubby and me got there at 9.15, there were already a 100 people ahead! Think about the guys who turned there at 10! :P<br />
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7. If you don't know how to fill the online registration form, then they do it for you at the passport office for Rs.35/-. The counter's name will be ONLINE REGISTRATION. This confused so many people coz they thought that this was the line to submit forms of those who did an online registration... Seriously? Re-read last line of Point 3!<br />
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8. YOU'VE TO CROSS SIGN ON UR PHOTO IN THE PP FORM. I'm mentioning this in caps coz a poor lad was asked to go back because of that... I mean how long does a sign take?? Sheesh!<br />
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9. Proof of Residence is always a pain... When they say electricity/phone/water bill and bank statement and all, what they actually mean is.... for the period of one year... Get one of say Feb 2009 and one of Feb 2010.....its to make sure u stayed there for an year! They want 2!! <br />
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My hubby had just one bill of last November... But somehow the lady accepted it after a warning that if asst.passport officer doesn't think its enough, you will have to come again and submit a 2008's copy... I can't guarantee abt ur form anymore than that... Wow!<br />
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10. And where do you go to submit it? speed post center is easy right?<br />
HA HA FOOLED YA!GO to the passport office if you don't wanna waste your time! When my hubby headed to the Speed post centre, they said they don't take it there anymore as they've no idea what happens to the forms they send to the passport office... *gulp*.<br />
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The first response however was, "passport forms? here? where did you get that idea from?" And my hubby showed them a board just across the wall which stated "Passport form accepted here!"<br />
Brilliant ain't it??</blockquote><br />
No wonder people these days wanna get the passports done through agents!!Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544838154230814652.post-26658309877239742362010-02-11T12:36:00.003+05:302010-03-11T15:54:29.236+05:30BioShock 3D Mobile Released!This long awaited game is now available for the Verizon mobile devices.<br />
Release Date: 9th Feb 2010<br />
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<a href="http://mediastore.verizonwireless.com/onlineContentStore/index.html?lid=//global//entertainment%20and%20apps//games#contentType=GAME&displayName=BioShock%203D&selectedItemID=36797474">Click here to see it in the Verizon store.</a><br />
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BioShock 2D Mobile also released for the Verizon mobile devices. <br />
Release Date: 5th Jan 2010<br />
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<a href="http://mediastore.verizonwireless.com/onlineContentStore/index.html?lid=//global//entertainment%20and%20apps//games#selectedItemID=36331670&contentType=GAME&displayName=BioShock">Click here to see it in the Verizon store.</a><br />
Also, <a href="http://verizongamereview.blogspot.com/2010/01/kmgr-of-bioshock-part-1.html">click here for the 2D mobile game review</a>. It got a 7/10.<br />
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The 3D review is yet to come as it just got released.<br />
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I've been the lead designer for both the 2D and 3D mobile versions, however have been very closely associated with the 3D one as I belong to the 3D studio.<br />
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The 3D game has closely followed its console version and tried to do justice to it.<br />
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BioShock 3D ran into its alpha stages during recession time and I ended up losing my team members... This meant that the whole design was now on my heads... I literally had to read thru my team's work and redo the designs... <br />
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I also saw that a lot of similarities, pop ups, help messages, simple things as such was not implemented. I decided that we should do it. Although I was overloaded with the whole design (plus time was running short), I managed to squeeze these little things inside to get the whole feel!<br />
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The redesigning of levels took a toll on me, but I did take 3 ppl's job and still delivered it on time... <br />
This game has given the whole team a lot of learning experience and it has been one of the most tiring yet pleasurable project!<br />
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I hope people like the game. We all did and we are honest! :)<br />
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Reblogged in <a href="http://theindiangamedesigner.blogspot.com/">The Indian Game Designer</a>Poornima Seetharamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06013166547780474666noreply@blogger.com9