tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51048537579101816902012-01-24T11:43:54.497-08:00Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-80810341567266055412010-09-03T09:07:00.000-07:002010-09-03T09:11:33.312-07:00You can ask the universe for signs all you want;<div>But ultimately we only see what we want to see...when we are ready to see it! :-) </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-8081034156726605541?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-81742993411392854922010-08-05T21:05:00.001-07:002010-08-05T21:05:22.995-07:00"Tough times do not last, but tough people do"<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-8174299341139285492?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-90025177742582848032010-07-02T06:14:00.000-07:002010-07-02T06:30:36.042-07:00I see hope... when; <div><br /></div><div>I hold a new born's tiny and soft fingers... :)</div><div>I listen to a KICKASS song like 'Khwaja mere Khwaja' ...</div><div>I watch a movie like 'Jab we met' or 'DDLJ' for the ....nth time... </div><div>I watch the splendid sun rise ..</div><div>I ride the bike without any agenda.. </div><div>I receive a call from an unexpected source </div><div>I make someone laugh their lungs out ;) </div><div>Someone tells me that i should be an investment banker .. yea right :P!! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-9002517774258284803?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-14929808992491966812009-11-25T02:55:00.000-08:002010-07-23T09:13:15.614-07:00"Its always at the end of something that makes us realize how beautiful the beginning was"<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-1492980899249196681?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-14535084329602188882008-12-01T08:52:00.001-08:002008-12-01T09:17:17.894-08:00U are a CLASSIFIED south indian...when...<br /><br />When you complete a near 'perfect' executive chinese meal in a nice indian chinese restaurant and CRAVE for curd to end the meal.<br /><br />When you love talking about how "punjus" will be punjus...and "gujjus" will be gujjus and how south indians are less complicated.<br /><br />When you love taking a book/newspaper to the loo. Its a knowledge gaining thinggy, how does it matter WHERE?<br /><br />When avakkai is THE sidekick with everything - rice, roti, naan, pappad, dosa, vada, sevai, aapam, bleh and blee....o all of it. wattta perfect side-dish.<br /><br />If mum had to send something from good 'ol india - it HAS to be "parappu podi". nothing else can satisfy the tummy.<br /><br />If you feel "at home" when you see the "vangoooooo", "okarangoooooooo" ad. Who eats that bingo anyway?. The ad jus makes you smile.<br /><br />When you HATE these hindi speakin fellas make fun of the tamilified/goltified/kanadafied hindi we speak...like they speak good tamil/telegu/kannada themselves...hmmpf! :O...<br /><br />When you discuss rajini kanth for timepass.. his life, his movies, his marriage, his school, his daughter, his son in law :P<br /><br />When you ENJOY sardar jokes and then talk about how we shud not make fun of sardarjis the way we all do.<br /><br />When we know atleast one - Sangeetha, priya, ram, krithika, vijay, vikram, ganesh, prakash, kavitha, harini, shilpa, divya, padma, krishnan, kartik. cant get more common than that :P<br /><br />When you enjoy speaking in your native language when u are around people who don understand the language... cheap thrills i tell u!<br /><br />Ah... i love being a south indian...and if u r one...i am sure u do too :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-1453508432960218888?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-43442114680850963282008-11-10T08:26:00.001-08:002008-11-10T08:42:05.032-08:00What makes me smile...<br /><br />A call from ma or pa...<br />When bro says "ah stop correcting me all the time...u and ma are just the same"..<br />When pa indulges in sarcasm...:P<br />A thoughtful message....from any friend...<br />timely call ...when i'm missing the person...<br />Nisi/axie's blogpost...its amazing how some people write really well..<br />a nice romantic comedy...<br />big shit pictures...<br />talkin for hours together bitching about the world with x,y and z<br />listening to some feel good song....<br />when i dream about me being "big" someday (no silly, not big made... :P...big in life...get it??)<br />meeting folks at the airport after a month... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D<br />A nice cuppa hot tea soon after i am up<br />When i read my testimonials on whatever site (some people mean a LOT to me...)<br />when i check out rowdy's videos....ehm specially the prince one... i aient talkin about that one here :P<br />PJ's..<br />a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong email... love them :D<br />staring at the family pic on my table...makes me smileeeeeeeeeee<br />Taking pictures of people i like..<br />A day filled with lotsa work...<br />a genuine compliment...<br /><br />this blog post...<br /><br />lotsa things make me smile..and i want to keep smiling...always.. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-4344211468085096328?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-28189732129445117502008-10-22T22:16:00.000-07:002008-10-22T22:20:01.367-07:00For those of you who underestimate the capacity of students, here is a heart warming example of a movement that not only has a strong purpose, but also has a bunch of very smart, motivated young individuals (a.k.a change agents) working together towards that strong purpose! kudos!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.studentsforsustainability.ca/splash.php">http://www.studentsforsustainability.ca/splash.php</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-2818973212944511750?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-49249162937359290002008-07-09T00:32:00.000-07:002008-11-08T07:35:17.735-08:00The only poem that has taught me more than the books at school &amp; college...<br /><br />This is an all time favourite... M-A-S-T-E-R-P-I-E-C-E!<br /><br /><br />If you can keep your head when all about you<br />Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,<br />If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you<br />But make allowance for their doubting too,<br />If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br />Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,<br />Or being hated, don't give way to hating,<br />And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,<br />If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;<br />If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<br />And treat those two impostors just the same;<br />If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken<br />Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br />Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<br />And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br />And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br />And never breath a word about your loss;<br />If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br />To serve your turn long after they are gone,<br />And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br />Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br />Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,<br />If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;<br />If all men count with you, but none too much,<br />If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br />With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,<br />Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,<br />And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!<br /><br /><br /><br />- Rudyard Kipling<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-4924916293735929000?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-89100282731694893902008-07-04T07:05:00.000-07:002008-07-04T07:40:53.304-07:00Calling a fellow woman "machannnnnnn" when a conventional looking mami's around...<br /><br />Cutting chai with butter biscuit in the road side tea kadai opposite college! :-)<br /><br />Begging road side anna-kadai "anna" to give us all discount on PP ;)<br /><br />Haggling with the auto guys for twenty bucks discount and 'winning' :D :D<br /><br />The kick when the same auto guy recognizes you the next day as the woman who haggled with him the previous day ... lol...<br /><br />Taking a bus to the other end of the city to kill time<br /><br />Asking the local librarian for a book that i am SURE he hasn heard of (just to feel more educated :P)<br /><br />Morning beach trips just to comment on random couples getting all cozy (pretty vetti i kno :P)<br /><br />Getting lost in usman road and asking a frnd in another city to give u directions...<br /><br />Laughing my LOUD laugh in class... ;)<br /><br />Laughing with the laughter club in marina beach... lol...<br /><br />The kick when someone recognises you as the gal with the "bure bure" ring tone... ha ha!<br /><br />Meeting an oldddddddddddd friend after severalllll years just to catch up :-)<br /><br />Random lingo - 'ei','ya''esssss'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-8910028273169489390?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-61364492001767501182008-07-02T00:47:00.000-07:002008-07-03T04:43:16.305-07:00Noone is indispensable, they say.. i question it. If a new person could replace someone else that<br />easily, would we have everlasting relationships? - like family for instance, marriage even... or a lifelong friendship... that one very special best friend we all love to confide in?...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-6136449200176750118?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-45208697852489267142008-05-12T09:28:00.000-07:002008-05-12T09:37:52.371-07:00I just realised i had a virtual life that i once used to enjoy! somehow, i have not been able to find time to blog...<br /><br />Quite a bit has happened since my last post... which makes me realise how life can change so drastically in a matter of seconds...minutes...days...<br /><br />The past month has been "different" if i can call it that...'ve been living by myself... managing in what once used to be an alien country to me... i must add here... i am doing a fine job living by myself...contrary to what i thought....<br /><br />i have a million things running inside my head...somehow, i am not able to put it all together... i think i need a break... not exactly from blogging.. from my current state...<br /><br />how do i feel? ...well...numb? disoriented? muddled?<br /><br />i need my TIME OUT!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-4520869785248926714?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-50985375349711540692008-01-24T16:21:00.000-08:002008-01-24T16:41:27.311-08:00I realised during a serious conversation with a friend, that living every single day of our life, the way we do, is a choice.<br /><br />I must mention here, that i have made some VERY interesting choices in life... be it the people i made friends with.. the schools i got into... the small sacrifices i made during college to work towards a certain goal... the many challenges i was willing to take up to prove a point to myself... the decision to "not quit", when everything that was happening was not to my liking, choosing to "ignore" when people i ADORE hurt me...<br /><br />Somewhere down the lane, i might have made some wrong calcuations, i might have made some uncomfortable decisions... but i so truly do not repent ANY of those decisions. Ultimately, i am responsible for the kind of decisions i make, and whatever comes out of it, i have been able to understand and appreciate!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-5098537534971154069?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-69761173970312596072008-01-07T06:45:00.000-08:002008-01-08T23:09:20.202-08:00The minute i got out of the theatre after watching "taare zameen par", teary eyed.., i wanted to write.... i wanted to express what was going through my mind.. i was distracted...somehow nothing else seemed important... the "new year resolutions", "the forthcoming exams", the "goals i set for future", the "socialising"... nothing was ...noone else was...<br /><br />"Ishaan Awasthi" filled my mind... the young intelligent eight year old...who just wanted to "be"...to "live"...to have "fun" just like any other eight year old... he derived pleasure from the simple things in life... playing with his dogs... playing with dirty clothes on .. roaming in the roads and just observing people around him... flying kites... the only thing Ishaan could not appreciate was reading &amp; writing.. the more so called "serious" things in life... he could not appreciate any of it not because he did not want to, he had a genuine problem... but noone around him seemed to understand that...<br /><br />i learnt a lot from this movie... i realise that anyone who watches this movie will be able to appreciate these special children.. they are just "differently" abled...and deserve as much attention, recognition, love and joy as anyone else gets...<br /><br />To those who have not been introduced to special children, PLEASE be sensitive... PLEASE learn to care for these children...all they want from us is LOVE...and love is priceless... it takes nothing for us to give some time to these children.. i know i WILL...whenever i can... and i hope it would be the same from your side too...<br /><br />Kudos to special children...and parents who have been blessed with such children... they require special care.. and only some people have the right temperament and love to give to these children, and thats why they have been blessed with a special child...<br /><br />do watch this movie.. it is worth every minute we dedicate...<br /><br />PEACE..!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-6976117397031259607?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-46699828264585743452007-11-15T22:48:00.000-08:002007-11-20T01:35:02.058-08:00"Some things are meant to be"... philosophical and profound is'nt it?!<br /><br /><br /><br />I entered into the space and stood in a corner, observing. i saw new faces, smiling and greeting one another, a joyous symphony filled the air... i could sense it...feel it...the ambiance was inviting.. i had never felt this kind of an excitement before...i felt entrapped by the surroundings... something told me it was going to be a life changing transformation for me from there on .. in that very place... yes.. in my alma mater.<br /><br />I met some wonderful people in school... the kind of people who would genuinely be happy when you succeed, the kind of people who would be there for you when you need them the most, the kind of people who you would want to keep in touch with ...ALWAYS....<br /><br />If i start penning down the experiences , the memorable times then this blog space wont do, because thats HOW much i LIVED every day in school...<br /><br />the bitter mango chat to the chit chat outside anand bakery!...how can i forget the remedials classes before boards where the entire class sat down together and slogged it out every single day...the elections, the campaigning and the constant science-commerce hungama, the bike rides in kk nagar, the first night out, the many birthday bumps, the constant chattering and the ever so fun chit passing...the reverbs judges ...the business battle tamasha...the main school - kk nagar rivalry... the many many ad zap victories... to rasa's "what is that one"....<br /><br />such were the most memorable times in school ....and i owe it to some very SPECIAL people...<br /><br />BIG SHIT... thank u .. for those sesky times! :D... kika, babes, sands, pra, sho, rowdy... love u people!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-4669982826458574345?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-52915020583566055472007-11-01T19:56:00.000-07:002007-11-01T20:13:16.713-07:00Someone asked me the other day bout the whole singapore experience...and well, my answer was corny to say the least...<br /><br />I've changed so much.. in many many ways...and god alone knows if its for the good !<br /><br />Learnt to...cycle!!<br />... went to a disc for the first time...!!<br />made friends faster than i would have liked to...<br />got to know people sooner than i expected to ...<br />'ve become a more cool and chilled out lady...<br />'ve learnt the art of masking myself when i want to ...<br />learnt to listen more...<br />.....learnt to learn better...<br />... learnt to understand 30 year olds..<br />...learnt to appreciate the many many "different" personalities around me.. (tho i must admit, some people continue to surprise me everyday),<br />...learnt to be tough... <br />..learnt to deal with authority!!! :O<br />learnt to love myself more...!<br />learnt to appreciate the smallest of qualities in people..<br />learnt to live every moment...<br /><br />'m learning...and i will continue to do so...everyday is going to be a roller coaster ride!... but 'm going to ride it with my eyes wide OPEN!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-5291502058356605547?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-88028490754678581562007-10-17T08:42:00.000-07:002007-10-17T09:04:22.842-07:00"Nila kaigiradhe" is one of my ALL TIME fav songs...i was staring into my lappy...enjoying the video on you tube... it has been picturised so beautifully... simple yet so powerful... and the lyrics.. is just out of the world...! :)<br /><br />This particular song brings back good memories... when i was in the 6th standard... i was CRAZY about dancing...any kind of dance... Bharatnatyam... random disco dance... or folk.. DANCE was my passion...<br /><br />One particular incident that comes to my mind is my tryst with choreography. i choreographed a dance piece for a group of standard 4 students for their school annual day. it was for the song "Chanda suraj lakhon tare" by AR Rehman... it was such an enriching experience... to teach people to dance... (being an amateur myself)..<br /><br />I would like to get back to dancing sometime in my life... classical dance.. maybe even learn a modern dance form.. someday... like they say.. its never too late!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-8802849075467858156?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-25634252678987360852007-10-14T07:51:00.000-07:002007-10-14T08:27:09.143-07:00The ambiance was perfect for a musical treat ...and a TREAT it was indeed!<br /><br />The Ramar Kovil (Temple) in the spectacular Changi Village was reverberating thanks to lovely little voices! What a wonderful way to celebrate navarathri....! Can anyone challenge the beauty of Carnatic music in a spiritual environment??? I truly doubt it.<br /><br />I must add here, that there is NOTHING more fulfilling and gratifying than watching your sibling perform on stage!<br /><br />and with that.. i SMILE and take leave! :) :) :) :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-2563425267898736085?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-27942135845160426932007-10-12T22:23:00.000-07:002007-10-12T22:54:18.396-07:00The time is 1:36. I sit alone in my room wondering why i cannot seem to get myself to study today. Duh... i guess its just like any other day!<br /><br />There's this vague assignment thats sitting on my head.. and i desperately wanna get done with it...!!<br /><br />What'd i do without music? man... i find solace in music! n i have no clue what 'd do without my songs! :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-2794213584516042693?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-61704033988262624742007-10-11T08:22:00.000-07:002007-10-11T09:20:04.001-07:00Today was a different day. I spent time with a classmate studying!! ...so what was different? the company was.. its been 4 months since the start of the course, but it was the first time i spent time with this particular classmate of mine... what else was different - i made a conscious effort to study!!!<br /><br />Thanks to some inbuilt guilt that pops up now and then, i managed to refuse a trip to chennai!! i still cannot blve i did tht, but i guess one needs to make certain choices sometimes, and sadly so, this was mine.<br /><br />......And so we were sitting by the pool trying to drill in some accounting concepts into our heads, my mind wandered.. i suddenly got distracted by loud music (no surprises there! :P).. i looked towards the barbeque pit... and saw a bunch of school kids havin this amazing party.... loud hip hop music.. food... chocolate cake...<br /><br />the scene was fun...and got me all excited.... it was pleasant to see them sing together and head bang to songs that i adore!! The whole scene reminded me of Saarang days... the craziness.. the night out that followed the madness... chennai... i love u ... miss u ! :)<br /><br />Hmm.. and with those thoughts in my mind.. i got back to accounting... i silently reminded myself that i had to make a life for myself :P :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-6170403398826262474?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-16589566306103509972007-09-30T07:52:00.000-07:002007-09-30T08:20:11.578-07:00One... eyes shut...snoring...<br />one... answering prof's questions to impress him....<br />one... using lip balm... to kill time...<br />one.. playing sudoku...but manages to answer questions every now and then to maintain the "stud profile"<br /><br />one... relaxing like he would at home....<br />one.. writing an essay on "how to improve my family business"..<br />one... passing chits.. to discuss "which song to dance for during the next disc visit...."<br /><br />one.. trying to keep eyes open.. facial expressions communicate the desperate need for a smoke.. ;)<br /><br />one... laughing at people in class...<br />one.. biting nails...tensed?? nervous?? for what tho??<br /><br />...charlie's pretty angels...picture perfect last benchers..restless and tired after a competition....<br /><br />one.. spraying deo in class to help everyone appreciate their surroundings....<br />two...chatting away to glory... last bench i say...<br />one.. nodding constantly and providing special inputs to make the class a little more interesting..<br /><br />one...planning a blog post...<br /><br />so much can happen half hour before the "breakfast break"... i guess my class "lives to eat" ;)<br /><br />o ...an after thot... we were ok after the breakfast break :P :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-1658956630610350997?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-15981045947884744452007-09-26T20:30:00.000-07:002007-09-26T20:44:47.258-07:00When life changes overnight...that too drastically.. it takes even the most adjusting person in the world time, to settle in..<br /><br />I love people... be it analysing personalities, studying people and their behaviour patterns or just being around a bunch of very different people.. i enjoy it all.. but human beings are not always simple and fun... we are all complex.. and i have realised that MOST, now.<br /><br />3 months into my course, i have met all kinds of personalities, enjoyed some of their qualities and detested a lot of it too... some people have made me very happy and some people have annoyed me to extents they cannot even dream of... but all this has been a very good experience for me...<br /><br />I realised that 20 years of my life was cheesy to say the least.. mingling with people your own age is the most wonderful thing.. but thats never the case after college life... the 21st year has perhaps been the most testing year of my life...<br /><br />during this period.. i have learnt so much about the world.. and about myself...and that makes this experience worth it...<br /><br />ey... 'm livin it n lovin it....!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-1598104594788474445?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-57001318338654991102007-09-18T23:13:00.001-07:002007-09-19T00:53:54.644-07:00There are some people who are very special to me... the very mention of their name brings back tears of joy...the very thought of the times spent time with the person... makes me smile...<br /><br />Last evening, i sat alone in a corner.. staring out of the window...amazed by the panoramic view my eyes were being treated to... i love moments like these... where i can just let go... grandma filled my thoughts...<br /><br /><br /><br />She was modern...Very well educated....graceful and filled with values...was a wonderful,practical wife.... A wonderful mother... let her children make their choices.. let them have the freedom and independence to live life the way they wanted...and ABOVE all a wonderful grandma...<br /><br />I owe the little bit of math i know to her... the hours she put in when i was in the 6th.. trying to teach me a subject i couldn appreciate... the hours and hours of chit chatting... the emotional support through my school days...<br /><br />Every minute spent with her remains etched in my memory... she might not be here with me... physically... but she will always be my guiding force... my support...<br /><br />My Gran... the woman i look up to for inspiration...i love her... and truly miss her....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-5700131833865499110?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-40281742421231385292007-08-19T05:12:00.000-07:002007-08-19T05:15:56.057-07:00"Tough times do NOT last, But tough people DO"<br /><br />I couldn agree more!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-4028174242123138529?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-81529495235682790182007-08-14T22:42:00.000-07:002007-08-14T23:05:30.075-07:00Been a long time since i took some time out for myself.... i need my space sometimes... i need to just be... need to think about my future...try and focus...think about a purpose... look into my past few days...and jus ponder...reflect..and let go...<br /><br />I indulged in some introspection this morning... and realised how different it feels to be 20...Its like 'm caught between 2 worlds... one that is more inviting than the other.... being young...daring... fun... living every micro second... has its own fun... has the independence...has the freedom... and then there is the sdult world...contantly being on guard...not expressing everything you feel like..thinking a hundred times before trusting someone...having second thoughts about your actions... being professional everywhere...<br /><br />I'm just starting to learn to survive in the second one....and missing the first terribly....but then i realise that every minute is a life changing experience... and i am going to learn to love every bit of it!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-8152949523568279018?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-22420539948873037902007-07-25T08:12:00.000-07:002007-07-25T08:22:03.878-07:00I've taken loadsa time to get used to my life in a new environment... i remember having a great time making new friends and gettin used to places very quickly when i was very young...as time passes.... we tend to get so attached to some things in life... like our bike... our fav house... best of friends... that d sudden "shift" to another place can get tough...<br /><br />We tend to compare places...people... lives...perspectives...EVERYTHING... i came into a new country expecting my life to be easy.. expecting it to me like Chennai days.. when i learnt that i would be experiencing very differerent things here.... i was certainly taken aback...<br /><br />Surprisingly it has taken me 38 days of college to realise that life will remain like this... tough in some ways... challenging in some ways... but i suddenly realised today that i am going to enjoy every BIT of it... i feel all positive again... i feel like the old me again.. after a long time... i celebrated today... jus by myself...smiled.. danced the dance of joy... started playing loud n peppy music... enjoyed the view... realised that i adore my classmates... and worked a lil hard :)<br /><br />I am ALAS getting used to life here...!!!<br /><br /> yay! yay! yay! yay!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-2242053994887303790?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-84154821036139614362007-07-18T20:48:00.000-07:002007-07-19T08:41:09.118-07:00Sometimes i wish i was not such a complex person :)... i was reading a friend's blog recently...and realised how important it is to "live" every moment... this is certainly not a phrase i picked up from some melodramatic hindi movie.... its something i feel NOW more than ever...<br /><br />I lead a fairly less complicated life... i need to slog for the next 2 years. period. there are no two ways about it.. this country couldn be better.. wonderful people... nice beautiful country... living with people who mean a lot in a person;s life.. family of course.... BUT... i still wish to go back into the past... jsust re live some moments... meet again..some unforgettable people.. do some things differently... handle some relationships differently... there is SO MUCH i want to do that i feel like i have left half complete...<br /><br />I can help but get emotional about it now... because here i am... 20 years of age.. feeling like some adult caught in the mishmash of life... hoping to break free...<br /><br />I want to turn back time...do some things diferently...spend more time with the people back home in india who mean d world to me.. and be back here... with the satisfaction of having done the best i could :)<br /><br />for now.. i will re live some moments of my life.. in my mind...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-8415482103613961436?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-19521970509888167492007-06-26T06:35:00.000-07:002007-06-26T06:37:07.343-07:00I sit silently... trying to plan the entire journey... afterall utilising 40 minutes is important in the life of a wannabe manager right? and so with that exciting thought in mind.. i decide that i need something to keep me awake...who wouldn want to sleep at 6.30 on a saturday morning? But life has diferent plans for me... like CLASSES... kick ass subject i must accept.. but still listening to someone for 6 straight hours can be very taxing...the thought by itself was...<br /><br />So i start listening to "someday", a song thats caught on to me like a bug...<br />i replay it 3 times and then realise that i should be doing more interesting things.. like read a book... so i take out my OB1 book trying desperately to keep awake d entire time... soon enough i realise that people watching would be the best prospect when one needs to pursue an exciting past time....<br /><br />By the time i decided what exactly i should do i REACHED my destination...<br />and an hour early at that....god save me from myself!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-1952197050988816749?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-62382298159029975262007-06-26T06:03:00.000-07:002007-06-26T06:33:31.220-07:00When i sit alone...working on my projects... or while travelling by bus to college in the morning...i tend to think a lot...reflect on profound things...like the purpose of our existance.. how can i make life more meaningful and stuff....<br /><br />here's something i spotted on d net...that makes so much sense...<br /><br />The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. Remember, the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.<br /><br />there's a lot to learn from this... look into ur past for fond memories....chuck d other events...coz they aren worth it!!! of course its easier said than done.... but we can atleast try!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-6238229815902997526?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-10747127355413992442007-06-19T06:19:00.000-07:002007-06-19T06:39:12.715-07:00This might be very odd, but, i have nothing to write about... atleast nothing i wanna blog bout publicly... tho there's loads going on in life....but i suddenly have this urge to write... it could be as random as this post....but i think its ok once in a while to indulge in gibberish... or isn it?<br /><br />ok so let me rant now... i can be sloppy sometimes... i am human indeed. no doubts bout that...but i wonder if anyone in this world gets as blah as i get...<br /><br />like d other day i walk into a room...all dreamy and sleepy...and i see 8 faces staring right at me waiting to hear my name n some kinda intro...so i sleepily blabber to myself....hey 'm sruthi...shake hands with 6 of them...introducing myself patiently and conviniently... n i actually ignore 2 of them...but of course unknowingly... so one sweet soul asks me - "so u wont shake hands with the other 2???" n then 'm like - "O! i am SO SORRY"... what a sloppy first impression....<br /><br />After all that...i settle on a chair... dream again...happily forgiving myself for it...<br /><br />i guess some days r meant to be embarassing...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-1074712735541399244?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-46099810609129398582007-06-11T04:07:00.000-07:002007-06-11T04:27:35.451-07:00Music is inspiring.... "my music" signifies various moments in my life...<br />every phase of my life has a certain emotion to it.. that can be described my some song or d other...<br /><br />nila kaigiradhe...<br /><br />tenth std torture is over.. holidays.. nothing to do.. have to find a school to get admitted into..this song is an all time fav...one of d first i downloaded... it someone symbolises new beginnings for me.. 11th was going to be better i vowed o myself back then...<br /><br /><br />leaving on a jet plane<br /><br />school's all over... d days we played holi..elections.. remedials... staying back at school till 12.. bunking vedic heritage class to see guys play basketball...stinky ip lab... teachers who mean d world to us.. manchurian in the canteen... nostalgia...<br /><br /><br />yaaron dosti...<br /><br />saarang time! kk's show.. the finale song.. emotional..stong and exciting... d song brings back all thememories of school...the best times ever comes back in a jiffy... ;')<br /><br /><br />complicated (Avril lavigue)<br /><br />an orange room...the wall filled with names and messages...chaos everywhere... music in the background people screaming at the top of their voices trying to challenge the volume of the song playing... everyone wants attention... noone gets it... :) but thats the council experience... it was sesky ya!<br /><br /><br />woh lamhe<br /><br />dreamland..whenever i dream.. i like listening to this song...<br /><br /><br />flying high<br /><br />lonliness.. thought.. this song jus helps soothe the mind when u have nothing to do...jus peace thats all i want sometimes....<br /><br /><br />wake me up when september ends<br /><br />Welcome to the world of aiesec....to development sector...working towards a cause...trainees and NGO's... tatsuo,mirek,ana,saskia and many more interesting trainees..sarah from UK... the l congs.. the jives.. the lcp elections... the many dept meetings..the awards.. the matches..<br /><br /><br />high<br /><br />AIESEC..lcong2...the 2 days in ecr... bonding.. posing for photos...awards night...the discussions..the presentation..the scavenger hunt...the department jives..it all gives me a high.. it all gives me a high!!<br /><br /><br />graduation day<br /><br />college's all over.. best friends all going different directions... uncertainty... nothing is falling in place...but the hope is stillthere...that everything will settle..and nothing will change.. that time and distance will do nothing to all our relationships...<br /><br /><br />thoode varuma...<br /><br />III bcom b... koothe class.. major fun... farewell after farewell...enthu pattanis.. the many jhankar's ...d many abhilashas..the group wars...the project sessions...class gossip.. it was worth it!<br /><br /><br />hotel california<br /><br />famiy get togethers...hours of talking... sold oft music..yummmmme food.. the many picture taking sessions...the old times v/s d new... dumb c games.. dance n paate sessions..<br /><br /><br />wonderwall<br /><br />beach days with big shit... early morning visits to marina... sun...sand and us.. making fun of everyone...throwing each other into the muddy water... the many b day surprises...<br />le lelcong 2...final day... d last jive... emotions run high... the time of my life!<br /><br /><br />mahi ve- faakir<br /><br />aiesec appointments... the NGO's...d children in vidyasagar... their exibition...<br /><br /><br />nelly - ride with me...<br /><br />lcong1.. the many first's...d first aiesec conference... the first lcong.. the first time ever i bonded with fellow aiesecers..first award...<br /><br /><br />shamur - let the music play<br /><br />the many jhankar's n abhilasha's... specially d 3rd year ones...in green council clothes...jiving when we get the chance to...the many over all's in other colleges... the many attempts at creative writing... the many bitching times...<br /><br /><br />bure bure<br /><br />the song that comes with me wherever i go... the song that describes my permenent mood... he song that reminds me that life's out having fun...n living for the moment...<br /><br /><br />dont be shy<br /><br />the many night stays .. the jiving together... the movies...the 'roti' pizzas...the sneaking in sneaking out...hair colour...<br /><br /><br />time of your life<br /><br />class farewell...dancing...playing games... crying... but ultimately we did have d time of our lives....<br /><br /><br />lamha lamha<br /><br />life now... is a lamha.. however dramatic that sounds...this song reminds me bout all d good times...the times i wud love to relive...<br /><br /><br />these incidents are now memories... but wherever i go i take these songs with me..for NOW its ME and my MUSIK....!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-4609981060912939858?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-56056964956504824012007-06-03T06:00:00.001-07:002007-06-03T06:09:16.234-07:00<p> </p><p>For the souls wondering why i have that kinda expression on my face...well i saw guru.... and i didn think the movie was bad... in fact i liked it... as in its one of those rare movies where u can see Mrs Bacchan act a bit... and apna chota B boi does justice to the role... </p><p>but here's why the expression...</p><p>i saw guru in tamil...YES! which obviously includes AB baby mouthing things like "eneku ange yen factory teriyaradhe" n jazz like that....and GOD they KILL the songs in tamil... i lov my mother tongue...but still....</p><p>so does that explain the expression?</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-5605696495650482401?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-46659001998675276052007-05-26T06:27:00.000-07:002007-05-26T06:28:27.664-07:00Silence invites thought. Sitting here in a significant corner of the house…. I cant help but think about a certain Sunday morning … on the august of 2004….at around 9:00 am…<br /><br />I wait alone amidst a crowd… college boys and gals standing in groups… most people seem to have made friends already… so I stand there …feeling insignificant…sleepy and angry as hell that I missed my breakfast…. But little did I know that the day was going to change my life forever… It certainly did …so here goes…<br /><br />So I stand there wondering when they will let us into the building and tell us why we got into this organization…what we were suppo to do… and what was to happen from there on…<br /><br />What did I expect? A tall semi bald man wearing business clothes addressing us about the organization and assigning our jobroles.<br /><br />MAN was I a fool or what! What was to come was a complete contrast to that! The people who run the organization were college students… I smirked the moment I realized what I got myself into! I wanted ‘the’ perfect part time job that would be a beauty in my CV… at that time….all one would think bout is getting into a decent B School and settle in life…<br /><br />So here goes…what happened behind closed doors is suppo to be a well guarded secret… (don think too much….nothing over the top…lol)<br /><br />At the end of that day… I did not know if I liked the day or hated it… but I had never felt the way I did… what was to come I did not know…<br /><br />2 1/2 years passed by…<br /><br />It was my last day as a member in AIESEC…the world’s largest ..youth run, professional organization…<br /><br />I cried like never before… this experience is once in a lifetime… I am so glad I didn judge the organization day 1 .. I gave it time.. I gave myself time in it… and what I have learnt is just BEAUTIFUL… an experience that nothing can replace…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-4665900199867527605?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-61246964353983759902007-05-26T00:54:00.000-07:002007-05-26T04:58:11.432-07:00For someone who has not ridden a cycle in 19 years of her life...<br /><br />cycling suddenly on a fine sunny evening by the beach was certainly the experience of a lifetime!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-6124696435398375990?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-25046085581870957502007-05-11T21:00:00.000-07:002007-05-13T08:19:22.780-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;">At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?" The audience was stilled by the query.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child." Then he told the following story:Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps. Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning." Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third!" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team. "That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world".Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day! </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I was sent this story as an email...and i truly think its worth posting....! </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">All i can say is.. may your day be a "shay day"!!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-2504608558187095750?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-42363304389662698092007-05-08T10:13:00.000-07:002007-05-18T23:37:27.138-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066156675341210402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bhsetu9PAeE/Rk6ap5Iv0yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GWrROpzjxCY/s320/boooooo.bmp" width="264" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This may sound like a super serious post… but there is nothing serious to it!!<br /><br />There Is this jargon that’s commonly used in the 21st century, that of “global economy” ..but lets put aside at the moment the economic aspects.. and try and look at this term socially…culturally..<br /><br />Can u imagine the people of the world speaking all the languages known in the world...like speaking French while trading with france..speaking italian when ordering a pizza??? and so on..now u might wonder why I am getting into all this and complicating my life….well the thinking so much bit started after this incident….<br /><br />I went to the doc’s clinic today across d road… An old Chinese lady was d doc’s PA… d doc’s an Indian... she was to plan the appointments and give away the medicines from the in house pharmacy… now that’s her job role... There were 2 indian labourers who had come for an appt….after the appointment they went to the lady to get the medicines.. she carefully explained to the men in TAMIL (they very obviously looked like tamilians, and tamil’s also 1 of 4 singapore’s national laguages so tamilians co exist here) the number of times d medicines should be consumed… “moon velai ore naal le.. rathri after sapade” and then she counted the medicines.. she went on and on….onne, rendu, moone, naale.. she went on…. Both mum n I were in awe.. we have certainly appreciated how beautifully cultures co exist in singapore….but haven seen a chinese speak in tamil before.. this place surprises me everyday.. and I am in AWE…</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-4236330438966269809?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-53164712655528077012007-05-03T09:12:00.001-07:002007-05-03T09:42:56.864-07:001.One thing you are very much afraid of??<br /> Ehm ok next question...<br /><br />2.Two incidents you can never forget in your life?<br /><br />=> D day my grandma gifted me her very precious posession...<br />=> D day i spent in Vidyasagar on an AIESEC appointment<br /><br />(2 is unfair i have many incidents that r unforgettable)<br /><br />3.Three books you would love reading again and again?<br /> Memoirs of Anne frank (when i was young, not any more tho..)<br /> My memoir book from school...<br /> Blogs..<br /><br />4.Four women who are most beautiful?<br /> Beauty to me is skin deep... so i have like a BIG list..cant start listing.. sply 4...not fair!<br /><br />5.Five of you favorite food items?<br /> Pulao with aalu dum<br /> Green apple and vegetable salad<br /> Naan with kadai vegetable<br /> Lime soda<br /> Mum's triffle pudding<br /><br />6.Six words you use very often oral/written?<br /><br /> re...<br /> dah...<br /> awerighttt..<br /> ei.. and eh?..'ya' a recent addition..<br /> What the hell<br /> coolish!<br /> ehhe<br /><br />7.Seven things you like about yourself?<br /><br /> This is verrrrry difficult for me ..ehhe<br /> I like my focus<br /> I like the way i plan<br /> I love that i am on time.. most times.. exceptions of course...<br /> I care for people<br /> I can be verrrry frank when require<br /> I take constructive criticism well...<br /> I learn well from others...<br /><br />8. Eight film personalities who are your all time favorites?<br /><br /> Kamal Hassan<br /> Steve Martin<br /> Kajol<br /> Amir Khan<br /> Richard Gere<br /> Rahul Bose<br /> Prakash Raj<br /> Julia Roberts<br /><br />9.Nine movies you wont mind watching again and again?<br /><br /> Father of the bride...<br /> Anbe Sivam<br /> Troy<br /> Ben Hur<br /> i guess its difficult to please me..cant think of anymore...<br /><br />10.Ten songs you would like to listen to everyday?<br /> Complicated<br /> Headstrong<br /> bullevard of broken dreams<br /> Unfaithfull<br /> Bring me to life<br /> Clocks<br /> In the end...<br /> Wonderwall..<br /> Bure Bure..<br /> Mitwa<br /><br />ah.. that wasn as easy as i thot it wud be.. so much for killing time :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-5316471265552807701?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-53540082551997068772007-05-02T09:25:00.000-07:002007-05-02T09:31:37.151-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Now here’s something I am proud of… India’s judicial system…I have many reasons to say so… and what truly got me thinking was the program on NDTV – “Tryst with destiny”!<br /><br />The program was an hour long affair that had an eminent panel comprising of former and current law gurus… right from Soli Sorabjee to Harish salve…<br /><br />Its interesting what was discussed in this program…for a change it did not look like a money making, lets increase our TRP’s kinda show … none of these panelists wanted to impress the audience… or the media men.. No unnecessary publicity tactics…<br /><br />What came outta this discussion - several suggestions to improve India’s judicial system… like “Accountability and transparency should be enhanced in the system”. The public should be able to watch the court proceedings if they want. Judges should report theirs assets and net worth to some ultimate authority like America does... because they should also be liable jus like the politicians are....& mind u this coming from these law men themselves was a good thing…<br /><br />The judicial system in the recent past has seen path breaking achievements in the form of providing justice in high profile cases like the “Jessica Lall” case… but the whole process is still slow and slippery… like they say “justice delayed is justice denied”.. to this the panelists argued that the system is such that the processes cannot be speedy.. the only way out is more manpower and better infrastructure….this yet again is a debate.<br /><br />When I personally followed the whole reservation issue… I realize that one good thing has come outta it - that the judiciary is acting like a separate super power in the country and politicians do not seem to have a say in the proceedings… I am not even going to delve into the verdict…. because reservation is a debate that is never ending…<br /><br />If nothing else this effort from NDTV’s side made me think… and that’s an achievement !!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-5354008255199706877?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104853757910181690.post-58029105896291963832007-04-30T08:47:00.000-07:002007-04-30T09:17:52.027-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;">If there’s one emotion I am going through at this precise point in life… it’s how overwhelmed I am by the way my life is heading…<br /><br />I am not being dramatic here… and I have not seen namesake yet… but….<br />i truly believe in the phrase “home is where the heart is!” and I’m generalizing here…but I guess every Indian feels that way away from India…<br />A new place comes with the pros and cons…and at this point i think I am ready for it…! But there are some things I am going to miss like crazy…<br /><br />1) Friends back home [love u guys….thanks for that very special farewell :’)]<br />2) Going to K.M’s house whenever I please…her mum’s yummy khana<br />3) Cooking sessions with Babes…<br />4) 7 hour Convos with googlie and mal kuttie<br />5) Phone convos with the singer.<br />6) Puppy’s snap taking sessions… and profound convos…<br />7) Sweet C n Council gupshup with Jedx<br />8) Big Shit meetings…<br />9) SD’s sessions<br />10) 5 Rupee pani puris in virgm<br />11) Reading books from A to Z (little to choose from tho)<br />12) My bike....Aww<br />13) Can’t believe I’m saying this…M.O.P too!!<br />14) Ahhh…..NDTV<br /><br />Many more things!!! I love Chennai… and I miss all my folks there…<br /><br />I must add that I am MIGHTY glad I have come to a place where the people are beautiful and kind… the place is warm and inviting…. And the future uncertain but I’m still looking forward to it… I hope and pray I have eventful few years ahead...<br /><br /> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104853757910181690-5802910589629196383?l=purplehazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Purple Hazeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652954739425180145noreply@blogger.com12