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I have personally come to hate the media over the past couple of years ... lets say the past decade ...   News is not reported ... Its SENSATIONALIZED ....   serious news takes a back seat and sensationizable news take the drivers seat ....   there have been so many incidents of small incidents being blown out of proportion while the more important and greater issues are left untouched or shoved under the carpet since they dont raise any eyebrows now ... (and no body cares to make that happen too)    The brutal attacks and murder on Indian Students  abroad is a case in point ... i was about to write about my thoughts when i chanced upon another blog post which almost entirely matched my thought. So rather than re-inventing the wheel ...click here  for that post by Gaurav Sabnis ...   There have been several such instances where i feel the media has over-played their role ... rather than reporting ... they have sensationalized and hyped up certain aspects of the news item ....

I ... I never did ... I never saw them .. I only read about them ... They sort of never existed for me ... It had been a loooooong time since i saw them Then one day ... in the presence of the warmth of a friend ... they appeared and disappeared for a long time again ....  thanks to my friend ... They came back last year ... and seem to have never left me ... they keep revisiting me every now and then ... just when i feel they have gone for good ... Thhump ... Thud .. bang ... they are back ... to stay ... ...             What is this .. a poem .. a random expression fo thoughts ... is there any form or name for such a piece fo expression ????

Wish I could fly, I would rush out in the open and roam Wish I could fly, I would instantly take-off and go home Wish I could fly, I would reach out to those who need me Wish I could fly. I would fly to my friends when need be Wish I could fly, Away from life that hurts … I would escape Wish I could fly, At times ... I would disappear from the life's landscape Wish I could fly … P.S. This is my first attempt at writing a poem in the past 15-20 years. Took about 5 minutes to pen it down. I wrote two poems when I was in school. Had written a birthday wish poem J and another one titled 'ulta pulta' ... :)

I wrote about my little problem a few days ago .. The training schedule got major revisions as soon as it reached the half way mark … and the whole of the other half got re-organized .. practically all the invites had to be modified and resent … afternoon training duration 4 hours got stretched to 6 hours to accomodate the cancellations and and some 8 hours trainings got compressed into 6 hours for lack of time … all this because certain other activities were introduced which added a number of constraints .. It's a nightmare at times … and my ears are on high alert on anything remotely connected event and talk or discussion which can impact my training schedule. More than 100 training sessions with a total participant count of 750+ spanning 3 companies and 2 departments and their various constraints on trainers, trainees and laptops and classrooms … and add to that the uncertainity of the end-date of those exrta activities which have come up (which means i dont know when will ...

We often don't realize how much words can hurt ... especially the words spoken when one is angry. There is no thought applied to the words. The only thought applied is probably that of hurting the other person to the maximum possible extent which is probably again a protective measure so that the other person cannot hurt you back. Words said in anger can be extremely piercing drilling a thousand holes in the heart of the person who is subject to your wrath. Things said in a fit of anger have the potential to break relationships completely ... or cause irreparable damage ... Things said in a fit of rage not only hurt the other person but also have the potential to scare the other person so much that it can have an everlasting (negative) impact on the relationship which can be pretty difficult to bridge / plug. Some relationships do survive such incidents, not because the words of anger did not cause that much damage. No. The damage is very much there. In fact, if the words in an...

Here is how a lady described her Job …. "I have a continuing program of research, in the laboratory and in the field. I'm working for my Masters and already have two credits. Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."   Want to read more about the job and its Job title and allied roles  … catch it here .   I first read a similar story about 9 years back. I thought about this quite a few times in the past but never came across it again.  Today Shraddha (my best friend) forwarded the above link to me and it was nice reading it again after such a long passage of time.  It is a gem of a piece and should be shared. 

First … the context - I am part of an SAP implementation project which is going to Go-Live on 1 st June. With the deadline approaching and loads of work to do, we all are working round the clock to meet our targets. The client team is working about 60-70 hours a week and our team is pushing up to 80-100 hours week. These timings became effective from the beginning of this month and will continue till the go-live and maybe a few days beyond it. 2 weeks after this regime of continuous work and pressure, the stress has become visibly (and audibly) evident. Voices have become louder and are generally filled with a bit of impatience and irritation. There have been several occasions when voices have gone up and there have been some small one-to-one clashes (verbal only and not lasting more than a few minutes). The event which triggered this post - an email was sent stating a few facts, perceptions and questions. All mixed and not clearly demarcated. The receiver of the mails did not l...

Why mother is so special ? When I came home in the rain, Brother asked why didn't you take an umbrella. Sister advised, Why didn't you wait till rain stopped. Father angrily warned, only after getting cold, you will realize. But Mother, while drying my hair, said, stupid rain! Couldn't it wait, till my child came home? That's MOM (This was a forward ... liked it so much that i couldnt help putting it on the blog)   In the past 6 years ... I have spent most of the time away from home, away from the country The significant part of talk with mom revolves around my health .. so giving her a 'report' on what i am eating and how much i am sleeping and how my health is most important to her   These days also .. my diet program initially worried her ... when i told her about the results .. she was very very worried ... thinking i was not eating enough .. starving my way to weight reduction ... i had to explain her my entire diet program in detail ... explai...

Friends ... I did it !! I finally crossed the 80 Kg barrier last week … no no .. not on the way up but on the way down :) I measured my weight on Friday and the weighing scale proudly showed 79.6 KG …. Down from about 84-85 Kg just over a month and a half ago. Its nothing short of an achievement for me. I have lost weight for the first time in my life . The last month was a very disciplined attempt at going on a balanced diet and control over desires of consuming cheesy, chocolaty and fattening stuff :D I feel good. Now a bit of a spoiler … My office timings for this month are practically 13 hours a day with 6 working day weeks .. i practically have 80 Hour weeks for the entire month of May … which has put my schedule into frenzy and the gym visits seem to be very very difficult.   This month I have visited the gym only on weekend .. only Friday ! I am trying to stick on to the diet but cooking everyday is also not possible since I reach home at about 9 or 10 PM and have to b...

I wrote about "No cutbacks in love and advertising" in relation to the recessionary times we are going through ... here is a picture that depicts 'no cutbacks in love' in the swine-flu times ... :)