Flash back of the walk under Trees

Around 1030hrs of 12th Sep, 2007, a mail popped-up in my inbox with the subject “Flash back of the walk under treessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss”.

I was like, what the heck? Why so many Ss? It was from one of my old friends. With some strange feeling I opened the mail which read as follows: [ Its the original content of the mail, so my friend, don't get embarrassed. I felt it'll be good to share it as is, to retain its original beauty.. ]

I asked and almost forced you to come early in the morning at around
6.30 am so that we can go in the cool atmospher bofore sun raised
more. You came at 7.30am and at that time i was having my bath outside
the house, you smilled and felt happy to see somehow lazy fellow than
you, because i only forced more to come early. After that both of us
had breakfast of Avalakki, and left the home at 8.30am. When we gone
to another person’s home to get him for the walk, i felt very bad
thinking that already sun raised more and to get him sun could be
raised more+++, because the fellow to whom we gone to get  was still
on the bed and was sleeping well. we waked up him and he got ready and
sat for to have breakfast and had it like a passenger train….
slowly……… finally we left home at 10.00am…..
So at 10.00am started walk….. To where ….? got it…………….?
Walk for Kadapatti Jatra…………. memoriable walk under trees no……….
Have u remember it…….? how we enjoyed throughout the walk to
Kadapatti, we spent some time in water canal by making boats of leaf,
And we had again breakfast of Junuka rotti and kara enni by which we
carried. and finally reached the Kadapatti at 1.00pm and enjoyed lot..
do u know why i am recalling this..? because tomorrow, Thursday, is
the Kadapatti jatra… do u think we really missing those beutifull
movements…
We must make ourselves free  and make those movements to happen
again……… Hopes are there…. plans are there, but need to
implement it…… Will make that again yaar…………………………….

Regards…………
<his_name>………. [Name is censored as our mutual friends will definitely tease him after reading such a grammatically crap stuff from him.]

Well, even though it looks crap grammatically, I was impressed, and touched too. How many of us get a mail which recalls one’s childhood, or college days for that matter? Very few. And on that day, I felt very happy and lucky to have a friend like this. This mail literally sent me back to those olden, yet Golden days.

Each one of us will be having so many such special moments in our life. School days trips, college days hang-outs, chit-chatting with friends, evening walk with someone special, etc etc… We just keep missing them and down the line, forget them eventually, not all of us though. But how many of us try to recreate the same things again? Very few. I’m not saying that we don’t want them to come back but we keep on postponing them. For example, take my case itself. After reading this mail, especially his proposal in the last line, I said to myself “Kadapatti Jatra (fair) tomorrow? Oh shit! This guys should have reminded me few days back, we could have made it to the same again. Its OK, definitely will materialize it next year!”

Time passed away very quickly, the same 7th Sep, 2008 came and went off, none of us didn’t mention about that fair, not even a single bit of it. Why? We were busy with our day-to-day life, working for tommorrow, for a better tomorrow to be precise. But what will do tomorrow? Yeah, you got it right, we forget that yesterday we were working for today and start working for tomorrow, again. Then where is the time to recreate those Golden moments? No where, if one feels so. But if we take a stand and stick to that, we can surely do it. What do you say?

Being in twenties.. A nice Article..

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn’t know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren’t exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don’t recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren’t really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job… and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn’t. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

ಕನ್ನಡ ಬರುತ್ತಾ?? ( Kannada Barutha? )

I couldn’t resist myself from sharing this piece of article with you. I don’t know the original author but my hearty congratulations to him/her. Really thought-provoking words. Never miss it, especially Kannadigas.

“Kannada Barutha??” ah! I am sure most of you in Bangalore would have heard this, but what is “kannada barutha?” here it goes. Bangalore the IT capital of India, the silicon city and now a Metro city opened its gates to almost all kinds of people. Very evidently the recent poll census proved that there are only 47% of original inhabitants in Bangalore/bengaluru . The life style of the city has seen a gradual change with Pizza Corners replacing MTR’s, classy eat out’s replacing “Vidyarthi Bhavans” and flashy pub’s replacing all our “Mahalakshmi wine shops”.

“Change is inevitable” from the days of BEML, HAL and BHEL to INFOSYS, WIPRO; Bangalorehas a new look now on the world map. Gone are the days where a typical Sunday for any bangalorean was a nice romantic walk on the pavements of “LALBAGH…”, “rave idli and coffee..” at the nearest yet old looking MTR and a wonderful Annavra film either at Santosh or central ‘talkies’. Today’s Bangalore is deluged in traffic, stress and pressure, Saturday nights without beer is desolate and a Sunday without a visit to either a nearest spa or health clinic is schlocky!! The gandhibazar’s are now AC cooled super markets, majestic is now replaced by ultra modern and diversified Brigade road, sri cauvery coffee joint is now Coffee days.. and “Bhagyalakshmi coffee adda.. is now barista. With globalisation and more retail market the city will definitely see more forceful changes.

Have all these changed our language? Kannada the local language of Bangalore is supposed to be one of the most meaningful language, it also has an unique script as compared to its other counterparts; but how many percentage of people really use Kannada in Bangalore now? The figures are staggering, only 37% of people speak Kannada in the state’s capital, for rest it is only “Kannada bartha?”

Interpersonal Relations – Good One

I shall tell you about the great saint Tukaram.

One day it so happened that a devotee came to Tukaram and said “Maharaj, you are so free and open in your life. You never get angry or upset. You are always so cool and serene. Please tell me the secret of your life.”

Instead of answering his question, Tukaram looked at him for a long time and said, “I can see that you are going to die in seven days”. The devotee was so shocked, he forgot about his question and returned home, thinking over and over again about what the great saint had predicted for him. From then on, he was nice and sensitive towards his wife and children and did whatever he had to do, as he knew he had only seven more days to live.

On the seventh day he went to Tukaram and said “Maharaj, please bless me. I am going to die today.”

Tukaram said, “All right, but please tell me how you lived these last seven days. Did you get angry or upset with your wife and children, friends or anybody else?”

The devotee replied, “Maharaj, I knew I was going to die in seven days. How could I get angry with anyone?”

Tukaram said, “That is exactly the secret of my life. I constantly remember that relationships and incidents can come to an end any moment.”

Courtesy : Swamy Suddhanand

Be Selfish!

A good forward, thought of sharing here.

Gautam Buddha is passing near a village which consists of high caste brahmins only. They are very much against Gautam Buddha, they have all gathered outside the village to condemn him, to abuse him. He stands there listening to their abuse, their allegations, their lies. Even Ananda — who has been with him all these years — feels angry. Because they were born into a royal family: they were warriors, their whole training was to fight. But because Gautam Buddha is present, he controls himself; otherwise he would have killed one or two people then and there.

Gautam Buddha said to them, “You see that the sun is going to set soon, and we have to reach the other village before the sun sets. If you have not finished all that you wanted to say to me, I will make a point that when I return I set aside enough time to listen to you again. And in two days, I will be returning along the same route — so it will be very kind of you if you can wait just two days.”

One man from the crowd said, “You don’t seem to be disturbed at all. And we are not just saying things to you — we are abusing you, insulting you.”

“Why Me..?” – A nice poem

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn’t drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

What goes around comes around

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you.

He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”

ಇಂದು ಶನಿವಾರ (Today is Saturday)

A good one that I got as a forward. And I bet you’ll enjoy reading this..
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It’s Called Mindset

A good thought, thought of sharing with you.

As I was passing by the elephants, I suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from the ropes they were tied to but for some reason, they did not.

I saw a trainer near by and asked why these beautiful, magnificent animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away.

"Well," he said, "when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it's enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free."

Lets change our Vision..!!

Hi there,

This is one awesome forward i got today, and thought of sharing the same. Worth your time, read on…

There was a millionaire who was bothered by severe eye pain. He consulted so many physicians and was getting his treatment done. He did not stop consulting galaxy of medical experts; he consumed heavy loads of drugs and underwent hundreds of injections.

But the ache persisted with great vigor than before. At last a monk who has supposed to be an expert in! Treating such patients was called for by the millionaire. The monk understood his problem and said that for sometime he should concentrate only on green colors and not to fall his eyes on any other colors. The millionaire got together a group of painters and purchased barrels of green color and directed that every object his eye was likely to fall to be painted in green color just as the monk had directed.