27 September 2006


Here I am. Take a guess and find me out!!
I here give you three clues :
1. I am a Sardar.
2. Today(27/09) is my birthday.
3. Above pic was taken when I was 17 years old, I was at Amritsar, and I was the editor of two dailies, one in Punjabi and another in Urdu.

Now tell me WHO I AM, before wishing me a happy birthday!!!!!

26 September 2006


The following is an old mail written by me to revive a dead group.
I shall describe the situation as follows…. A group was formed as soon as we finished the college, and as usual in the beginning there was so much enthusiasm and JOSH, which eventually faded and everyone got busy with their own lives..some got married, some went abroad, some to study, some to job. Each went on busy in finding answer to who and what everything….

In this situation, had some one reminded us there were better things to make us happy, those things seem small, but they really do make us forget everything and gives us an immense sense of pleasure and gay……. It happened one day to me at my office, a lost friend came to visit me!! I became so happy at this re-union which then I shared my pleasure with all at the said forum, which revived the group and made it lively again…. The following is the mail…


Well friends,
Here is a story that I would like to share with my so called friends...

There are times when we are happy and there are some when we are still learning to be so, Read it even when u don’t have time for it... ITS AN ORDER.

He was a person who believed in sharing and caring. He wanted to be with all his friends thought his life. He stayed with them all for four years when studying, at a hostel. He enjoyed each and every moment of the life with friends. It was a real Heaven for him, those years.

But the reality was a bit harsher on him. All of his friends left him alone in search of their destinies, better money and other things. He was also carried away with his work, studies and other personal things. He was now all alone to face the life, deriving strength day by day in growing alone. He thought that was life, no sharing and no caring!!!!

He also thought Whatever he earned was his and he need not care for others, Life was just get-up, go to work, get-back home late night, eat if wanted, sleep, get-up...... A routine, like the programs he write. He had no idea of how insecure his life was getting before him; he had no time to think apart from work!!!!!

One bright day he was again busy with what he always did, the same old art of introducing bugs (called coding)... He was told that he had a visitor waiting for him. He guessed it would be some bank guy asking for a loan or credit card, but with whom he saw there... he was suddenly brought down to earth, and was reminded that he had so many better things to think of!!!

It was one of his friends from college, with whom he had spent some of his life's invaluable years. Other guy was also in a similar situation, paid this visit on work, and suddenly bringing happiness to both of them. It was the first time that they both met after the college, in so many years!!! And this guy had not even visited his old friend on his wedding day!!

Lack of interest??? Really no time?? CHOLESTEROL??

This visit made him remember his old friends, reminded him of his old days...
This visit brought happiness to both of them.
They chatted, exchanged their experiences, ate together, joked of each other's appearances, cursed themselves for being not being kept in touch...
And most importantly, PROMISSED TO BE FRIENDS FOR LIFE, this time REAL FRIENDS!!!!

And there ends the story...

Now friends, tell me u want to be like this guy, keeping busy even when he was not so... avoiding friends when he could have easily stayed in touch,

I feel we all want good friends, not merely for enjoyment, not also for the heck of having some, not also for help when needed, but 'TO BE ALIVE' we need friends, We need them to share our happiness and also sorrows...

I felt like this shameless guy when SAI visited me today.
It was a surprise for me(!) and a reminder that I am moving away from my good friends.
I was really happy to receive him here!!
Thanks Sai for coming here and making my day.

Friends, do u also want to feel this way (Surprise rather than being happy) when a FRIEND visits u?? No nah?? At least keep this group active; which is the least u can do for ur friends.
Hope u all understand!!

- Lots of Love,


13 September 2006

Programmer's day today

Programmer's day is a "holiday" on the 256th day of the year celebrated mostly by computer programmers (reason: 256 = 2 to the power of 8 = the number of values representable in a byte of data).
Traditions include drinking, behaving silly, coding silly programs, mini computer games, playing with old computers, etc. That, of course, includes the condition that the developer who chooses to celebrate, needs to have done decent coding on all the other days and had tried the best not to behave silly on the other days. For those programmers who are used to the 'celebrations' in their every day lives, this 'holiday' becomes unjustified!
Programmer's day usually falls on September 13th; on leap years, it is September 12th.In India it is not celebrated.

If you happen to be a software programmer, then my hearty wishes to you on this special day.
Here are some funny situations of a poor thing called a programmer. Enjoy!!

Courtesy : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Programmer%27s_day
and all the other web-sites with the cartoons above on display

08 September 2006

Patriotism doesn’t need anyone’s patronage, Vande Mataram

We need no one to dictate us on how to be patriotic!! We know how much patriotic we are and we are happy about it. Think of India as a whole…a vast country with diverse culture across it and beauty spread allover in diverse form. There are thousands of Gods, lakhs of temples, millions of festivals, crores of followers, billions of historical places, various types of philosophical groups, same number of food habits.. amidst all these lies a nation of a billion people which the west call ‘mystic’.

When there’s a lot of scattered mechanism of living lives within a country, when the primary aim of the people is to get roti, kapda aur makaan where’s the time to think about country, and also when at times if there’s a question of the pride of the nation how will these varieties of people react to it, bear with it, come with each other?!

That was on display for the entire world during the great “Indian freedom struggle” and guess who bound the disordered people together? Who was instrumental behind the achievement of the up-hill task?
It was nothing but a song. A song which fills everyone listening to it with a never before feeling of pride for the mother land, a song which treats Mother as the Mother-land, a song which implies Mother, Mother-land, Mother-of-the-universe (Durga) are all one and the same… And that song was “VANDE MATARAM”.

Who gave it to us? One great poet Bankim Chandra Chatterjee.

Some history of the song
It is true that Vande Mataram blossomed forth in Anandamath, but it is even true that it was Bankim's intention that it should blossom forth beyond Anandamath. For Vande Mataram, the song, was composed before Anandamath was written.

How Bankim saw the wonderful vision that worked as a most powerful spiritual lever in the movement for his country's liberation, how he immortalised that vision in the hymn is not fully known. But this much is known that one auspicious moment arrived, in 1875, when Bankim took a holiday to escape from the hectic life of Calcutta. He boarded a train bound for his native town Kantalapada. As the city left behind, there was greenery all around and his heart filled with joy. The contemplation of the motherland with her rich rivers, flowers, fruits and forests sent a pulsating current through Bankim. In that instant the sod was turned into divinity by magic. His eyes and ears became alert, hungry. His inner eye beheld the motherland in all her rich variety and beauty; his inner ear listened to voices from the earth, the air and the sky. And Nature begot her song! She gave it to benevolent Bankim! He bowed and received the gift. And then he reduced it to writing, as one who saw and heard the whole of it.

Here’s the beautiful song in original format for you :

vande maataraM
sujalaaM suphalaaM malayaja shiitalaaM
sasyashyaamalaaM maataraM

shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiiM
pullakusumita drumadala shobhiniiM
suhaasiniiM sumadhura bhaashhiNiiM
sukhadaaM varadaaM maataraM

koTi koTi kaNTha kalakalaninaada karaale
koTi koTi bhujai.rdhR^itakharakaravaale
abalaa keno maa eto bale
bahubaladhaariNiiM namaami taariNiiM
ripudalavaariNiiM maataraM

tumi vidyaa tumi dharma
tumi hR^idi tumi marma
tvaM hi praaNaaH shariire

baahute tumi maa shakti
hR^idaye tumi maa bhakti
tomaara i pratimaa gaDi
mandire mandire

tvaM hi durgaa dashapraharaNadhaariNii
kamalaa kamaladala vihaariNii
vaaNii vidyaadaayinii namaami tvaaM
namaami kamalaaM amalaaM atulaaM
sujalaaM suphalaaM maataraM

shyaamalaaM saralaaM susmitaaM bhuushhitaaM
dharaNiiM bharaNiiM maataraM


And here is the English translation of the same by Sri Aurobindo

Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving Mother of might,
Mother free.
Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I bow.

Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
When the sword flesh out in the seventy million hands
And seventy million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and stored,
To thee I call Mother and Lord!
Though who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove
Back from plain and Sea
And shook herself free.

Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Though art love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nervs the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image made divine
In our temples is but thine.

Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,
With her hands that strike and her
swords of sheen,
Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,
And the Muse a hundred-toned,
Pure and perfect without peer,
Mother lend thine ear,
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleems,
Dark of hue O candid-fair
In thy soul, with jewelled hair
And thy glorious smile divine,
Lovilest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,
Mother great and free!


Mother, I bow to you, I prefer you, my Motherland, to anything else in the world. Same feelings reflected by Bhagat Singh, same reflected Mahatma Gandhi, same reflected Netaji, and same is loved and respected by all..But how unfortunate it is that this beautiful song, which has successfully raised the patriotic spirits of crores of people for over a century now, which has a greater historic role played in shaping the spirits of the country than our National Anthem Janaganamana, is being termed communal and anti-national? How un-civilized those people would be to consider Vande Mataram anti-national! How does singing Vande Mataram offend some body’s religion? How does this beautiful song doesn’t implant patriotism in some people? How does it sound so offensive to them? Who are they? Those who consider religion at a higher level than country is talking these, I’m sure. Should we allow such people to spill the hatred even after over a century? Should we not consider Vande Mataram as our National Song?

05 September 2006

Remembering my teachers on teachers' day

To remember my teachers,
First comes my father, then my mother!!
Yes. My Father used to teach me math and science
And my Mother, music. In my school, there were some teachers who stayed permanently in that school. Some had experience of over 20 years, some 30 years!!
It was too good to be learning from all of them. There was a specific teacher to a specific class. Like Padmathamma for nursery, Muniyappa for 1st standard, Ramakrishnamachar(Swami master) for 2nd standard, Doreswamy for third standard and so on...
For us math, science and social science would start from third standard onwards. Till then we used to learn how to read and write, playing so many games, some rhymes, songs and stotras!
I still remember the Kannada rhyme which goes like this: "Baro Baro maLe raya... bAleya toTake nErilla"(This was taught when there was no rains during the monsoon season as a prayer)!
Oh! How good those days were!
We were not allowed to enter the classrooms with slippers. This was just because we needed to treat the classroom as a prayer hall or as a temple. What a sacred feeling. Teachers also would leave out their slippers outside just before entering the classroom.
On the classroom walls there used to be good sayings written allover and the teacher would light an insence stick(sambhrani kaddi) the first thing in the morning; what a good practice!
Later on as we entered 5th standard, our teachers introduced us to grammars and freedom struggle and so many other things.
There was a strange incident once in a social science class. Every one of us was given a portfolio in a mock ministry. I was made the chief minister and some of the others cabinet ministers and some state rank ministers; we were all asked to read newspaper and write down something about the then ministers of our portfolios!
What a novel way of introducing one to political science!
oh! How can I forget MVenkatappa! he was our English teacher. Since it was a remotest village and most of the parents being illiterates, English teaching was the toughest job of all. But this teacher was, I consider him to be, successful in planting the English seed in most of us. We started learning English in 5th standard.
He used to prepare small post cards and distribute it to all the students, guess what he would write on it?! Name of the person it was distributed to! And more, he would take time, write it in bold with sketch pens so that the stamp always remains in the minds rather than the paper. Some people left English learning at it, sadly and some moved on to be IAS officers!!
All the above facts were of the Govt. primary school. I don't think they still maintain the standard of teachers as it was in our times!

Then the high school. It was a good platform for our analytical development. Apart from just studies, as sadly so many schools now a days prefer, we had so many competitive programs in singing, reciting, cultural, educational, recreational, vocational, sporting and others like drama.
There used to be a science competition for which we used to prepare for over a month. Participants would come from allover the district and it used to be a very nervous time to perform (teach in science) in front of so many judges and teachers! We all learnt so many things, apart from just the exam-lessons, from these programs.
I thank all of my teachers who made these moments momentous and confidence building moments.

Then the college, National College Basavanagudi. I think its better to keep quiet than go in detail about each and every person who made an impression there. It was everyone who made it a great stay in that college, In spite of tough competitions from the private tuitions, we used to go there just to attend classes,
U would've all read their text books, PL Seetharam(PLS, Zoology) and Y Tulajappa(YT, Botany), there was one Anantha Rangan(AR, Math), one MSVR, one SVSubba Rao(SVSR, chemistry), one SBalachandra Rao(SBR, Maths), one ShakuntaLa(English), one DShashidhar(DS, English)....list grows...
Best part of my stay in NCB was the NSS activities, dramas apart from other things.

I will leave out my Engineering days to be listed on some other occasion. The post is already a Hanuman tail(hanumanthana baladante agide).

To Sirs with Love....

- from an unknown author.

God understood our thirst for
knowledge, and our need to be led
by someone wiser;
He needed a heart of compassion,
of encouragement, and patience;
Someone who would accept
the challenge regardless of the
Someone who could see potential
and believe in the best in others . . .
So He made Teachers


Why God Made Teachers
(with due respect to Kevin William Huff)

When God created teachers,
He gave us special friends
To help us understand His world
And truly comprehend
The beauty and the wonder
Of everything we see,
And become a better person
With each discovery.

When God created teachers,
He gave us special guides
To show us ways in which to grow
So we can all decide
How to live and how to do
What's right instead of wrong,
To lead us so that we can lead
And learn how to be strong.

Why God created teachers,
In His wisdom and His grace,
Was to help us learn to make our world
A better, wiser place.