Vijay..........a kid in the little world

Happy New Year 2010!

2009-12-31T17:53:00.002+01:00

Tonight, when the clock ticks 12 O’ clock,

While the earth brings new breeze from the heaven!

Oh my love,

Feel your long breath,

Sing from your heart,

With the rhymes from your soul

To welcome the New Year!

The year, you to learn

From the past

To flourish your future

The year, you to owe

To love

The loved ones’ and the repugnants,

To bring peace

For the known and to the unknown,

To strive

For the righteous and to make goodness

Wish you a happy new year!

~Vijay

புத்தாண்டு நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள் 2010

2009-12-31T16:21:00.003+01:00

இன்றிரவு, ஆலயம் முழங்கும் 12 மணியளவில்,

தேவர்களின் நாத ஒலியில்

மறு உயிர் ஜனிக்கும் புவியின் பூங்காற்றில்,

ஓ! என்னுயிரே,

ஆழ்ந்த சுவாசத்தின் அமைதியில்

இதயத்தின் இன்னிசையில்

உயிர் எழுதும் பாடல்வரியில்

இனிய புத்தாண்டை எதிர் நின்று வரவேற்று!

இந்த புத்தாண்டு, உன்னை நினைவூட்டுவதற்கு

கடந்த காலத்தின் அனுபவத்தை ஏற்று

உன் புதிய எதிர் காலத்தை செப்பனிட,

இந்த புத்தாண்டு, நீ முரசொலித்து உறுதி மொழியேற்க

நீ காதலிப்பவர்களை காதலிப்பதுடன்

உன் எதிரிகளையும் காதலிக்க,

உன் உற்றார்களுக்கு மன நிம்மதி கொடுப்பதுடன்

உன்னை அறியாதார்க்கும் அமைதி கற்று தர,

உண்மைக்காக பாடுபட, உண்மையான உணர்வுகளை உருவாக்க பாடுபட

இனிய புத்தாண்டை எதிர் நின்று வரவேற்பாயாக!

என் இனிய உளங்கனிந்த புத்தாண்டு நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள்!!!

~விஜய்

The Beauty of Imposture

2009-11-18T20:35:00.006+01:00

The moon that proclaims the defused sun
The river that glitters its light
The rock that manifests its water
The silhouetter of its dark

The flower that rests on its bed
.............(to be completed)

Not a typical indian treatment though......

2007-08-04T19:09:00.000+02:00

After a long gap, I just got time to write a blog sitting at my sweet home. Perhaps this might be an interesting coincidence happened in an european country and my home land. This is not a comparison between the developed country and the developing nation, or the corruption that can be easily compared to, nor the diversity that my land enjoys.

It is a similar incident that I witnessed in Holland as well as in India and I could see the cultural differences. I am not advocating for either of the country but I want to show how the incident was handled in two different and divergent countries.

It was an evening and I wanted to do shopping in near to my office in Amsterdam as I had to return to India in a couple of weeks. My friend and I have completed the work and started walking towards the shopping center.

Sometime back I wondered about my mom or my sister how they irritated me in spending much time for shopping and I had to wait, wait and wait for them to complete. It was the day when I realised and I supported them as I had to spend hours to select just few things. But they were pretty costly and I had to compare and buy the cheapest and the best. Well, I owed not to bother my mom or my sister when they do shopping and to wait till they complete:-(

I was done with the day shopping. I could not carry all the stuff and I shared with my friend's bag. My friend and I started towards Bijlmer bus stand where we had to take the bus route 300 to reach my home. It was around 7:50pm and as it was non-peak hours we had to wait for another 10 mins to take the bus. We just rested on the passenger platform.

After 10 mins, we got into the bus and was chatting some office happenings. It was the country side the bus was running and was pleasant to see the farms. Suddenly my friend realised and was looking for his bag around the seat and we could not find. He was asking me whether I took the bag or it was kept anywhere. After discussing how we could miss it, we came to know that he forgot to take the bag from the passenger platform when we sat in the bus stand. It was almost 8 mins travel between the boarding place and the next stop. We could get down and go back to the bus stand but we had to wait for a while to get the next stop. Though we may not assure that we get the bag back, I didn't want to miss the chance to check the place.

We got down in the next stop but the bus service could not match for our urgency and we had to wait for another 5 mins to get the bus back to the bus stand. And another 8 mins journey to reach the place.

Can you guess what would have happened? Did anybody take the bag?, or was it alerted to the police as the bag was kept alone in the bus stand? We were thinking all possible chances that could happen but when we saw the platform from inside the bus, for our surprise, the bag was still relaxing on the platform. We saw few people sitting next to the bag and others were roaming but nobody was appeared to notice the bag.

We immediately rushed the place and got the bag. What we do when we see the bag which we get it back. It's the same. We opened the bag and verified whether it got all the stuffs we bought but it was not India.

This was the incident we could not stop praising their cultural behavior that we saw there.

What could happen if it happens in India. Can we expect the same conduct in our country? Can our people leave the place after finding that a bag was kept and nobody was around to it? Its upto you how you can react to the question but I myself could find the similar situation in chennai and could see how our people reacted to it.

It was one sunday. My friend and I entered the biggest shopping mall Spencer's plaza in chennai. I had a carry bag with few brochures which were not needed and I didn't want to carry them. My friend told to throw it out in a nearby garbage point. But I wanted to sample the situation and I placed in my friend bike. It was deliberately visible to everybody and we left the place. I wanted to see how our people react to it. If they want to take the bag, I don't mind.

We completed our little shopping and major window shopping. We reached the bike and we saw what we expected. The bag disappeared from the bike. I was telling to my friend that the similar incident happened in Holland and the treatment was different. I told that our people don't change at all and my friend also started abusing. Well, we can not do anything and we started the bike.

A security man was just looking at us and showing his hand. But for our surprise, he was having my bag. He came to us and handed over the bag. We could not stop smiling at him and really could not stop expressing the true gratitude. He started telling that the bag was kept in the bike and it was very cloudy at the time. He saw the bag and thought the bag might have some important documents. So he took the bag and kept with him. He was waiting for us to reach the bike so that he could give it back to us.

We expected the manner what could happen in chennai but it was entirely and entirely mesmerized after we saw what really happened.

But will this happen all the time in our country?

2006-12-10T13:58:00.000+01:00

A small write up,

The star shines when you see at...
I smile when you look...
It blinks for good nights...
My heart beats for good friends...
Its not far when you like it...
I am not far when you speak...

The man I ever admired........

2006-08-26T22:56:00.000+02:00

It was start of the busy week. Armed with the information to fight for the day, on monday morning, I entered one of the client office to execute the delivery for next release of our software. It was close to my home and the weather was pleasant. So, I didn't miss to witness the beauty of the day and just walked to the office.

There were couple of people waiting in the office entrance for my arrival. I received their bouquets with my smiles and walked with them to a meeting room.

"Hey Vijay......got up......you reached the office", cleared my thoughts, "oh........was it a dream".

I reached the office and called the person that I had to meet. He took me to his office. I need to coordinate with them and they will execute the delivery.

There were UNIX administrators, oracle DBAs to whom I had to meet. It was nice working with the new faces. The time was passed not only by making the delivery but cracking jokes and speaking about India, tamil and especially about the current happenings in Sri Lanka.

It was Peter Koster, an Oracle DBA who was keen in discussing about tamil and Sri Lanka. I was wondering as what inspired him to know the details. To my surprise, he did not know that I am a tamilian, but he had a good impression about tamilians.

My doubts were cleared with no time as he pulled out his wallet and showed a picture of three kids. They were cute and two of them looked like Sri Lankans. The other kid was an european. But at the same time, I could not understand why he was showing it.

My ears received a line which I believe I didn't hear at any time in reality. "I adopted them", came from Peter Koster. I was silent and was just watching at him as what he was telling.

He went to Sri Lanka few years back. He volunteered to spend sometime to educate the kids in an orphanage in Sri Lanka. He took these two kids when they were four months old. Now they are around 4 yrs old.

One kid was a Sri Lankan tamilian and the other was Sinhale. He was still having doubt why the Sri Lankan government issued two different colors of passports and differentiate people in their own country as these two kids were different in their origin. He was pouring many questions like why there was the war still running in the country. I could manage to give some lights about the happenings in the country.

I was surprised about him. Sometime I would think to adopt a kid after my marriage but was thinking about the consequences. It was going for years. When we struggle to make our mindset to adopt a single kid, the man adopted three kids. And he was so happy. Wow! I really expressed my feelings and greetings.

I thought my day was fruitful in meeting the person than my successful delivery.

Looking forward to see the kids!

away from my home........

2006-07-13T22:43:00.000+02:00

What do you think...........when you are away from your home.........for quite a year........for the first time................???............

Feeling happy, having home sick or desperate to see your family................of course, each Indian would have a bite of this chocolate when entering into a college life or a professional career.........

Did it taste sweet as you enjoy with your friends, with no control of what you are doing?........or was it bitter as you have to take care of yourself, wash your clothes, thinking about the dinner you have to prepare for the day.........when you no longer have to do these at home...........being such a lazzy fellow at home and the other family members do it for you......

Well......... I happened to bite the chocolate once at the first time when I could not image a world without my sweet home.........but was it bitter to me........???.........

One day when I completed my regular work with hectic schedule, I boarded the usual 8 o' clock bus. I was relaxing and listening to the famous 98.3 FM, that too my favourite song. But was't a remix?..............I could hear the song with the airtel tone.

Hey! its my mobile.....ringing for quite a long time.........

"Is't a right time to talk to you", heard the voice when I picked up my phone........."Of course not.......I am enjoying with the song, please call me later", thought of saying. But the voice was very formal, so just said, "yes, please".

"There is a new project with an onsite opportunity and..................", I could not hear more as the wind was blowing with the traffic sound mixed with my favourite song, "Can you please call me after an hour. I would be at home and we can talk properly", I said.

It was saturday morning, I could not sleep well. I got up early and took the list, I prepared yesterday night, the things to do the next day. That night, I had to catch the flight for Amsterdam after two months when I was told about the new project.

.......to be continued in my next posting