Hmm end of June and lots of stuffs that happened. Some of which I can write and most of them..hmm I better not talk about.
1. To Scotland and back
Been to Scotland (read once again) with my parents and Junaith. Awesome trip (all Scotland trips are) and my dad and ma really loved it. It all started from a flight from Bristol to Edinburgh and the idea was to hire a car in Scotland. It was a holiday weekend and surprisingly I spent more time to check in my baggage at the airport than the time to reach Scotland..courtesy budget airlines.
Serene mountains, valleys, fresh air, long drives and old songs, I love my life ! Lots of things to cherish, Isle of Skye, the underwater cruise, the Nepalese Restaurant in Edinburgh and of course Junaith and his phone :-)
2. Back to the unwanted..
Second week of June. A hectic Monday morning, came back home and knocked at the door, no answer. Realised that I had a spare key with me so just let myself in (I was doing this after 2 months). I was very tired and just threw myself on the sofa in the living room and I expected a hot tea to rejuvenate my mind and body but THERE WAS NO TEA. I went over to the kitchen to see if there was something to eat, the unwashed vessels and the messy dining table were staring at me as if I was their long lost love..
FLASH BACK....
First week of May I returned back from office and by the time I reached the door, my mum was there with a beautiful smile of hers. I just threw myself on the sofa and I was served with the most refreshing tea one could ever have and that colour, that distinct pinkish colour of my ma's tea. I went to the kitchen to find no unwashed vessels at the basin, dining table spic and span and befit to welcome royalty and the smell of mouth watering South Indian dishes all the time, the spices, milk, lentils, rice everything neatly stored into containers with names on them.
Yep, my parents left to India at the start of the month. How I hope a day could be longer as a week, a week longer as a month. But the fact of the matter is I am back to the world of cornflakes, oats and anything that fits in the "fills you up" category.
Mr Sridhar Ramakrishnan, welcome to the real world :-(
- Sridhar Ramakrishnan
- About me? Thinking about it, describing yourself is such a difficult task and I am puzzled how some guys out there do it so seamlessly. I am what you can call a “Yours Ordinary Programmer” and come from an already overwhelming group of people calling themselves the “IT Guys". So here goes my space mostly with things I don't know why I wrote in the first place. For those who feel it is non-sense thanks for your patience and for those who feel its quite good thanks for sticking your neck out "Be the change you want to see" Cya, Sri
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
When Sridhar was at school
I had this obsession to be the person who submitted the most number of articles in the school magazine. To be frank I rarely succeeded.
It used to start with a notice to submit your writings by a certain date. Then the ruckus at home where I used to pester my dad to give me topics to write an essay (choosing topics was never my thing) and then my sister would interrupt telling "Its your article so you do everything" and my Ma would come from the kitchen telling "He's still a small boy no harm in lending a hand, after all he's just asking for ideas". Finally I would begin to scribble down stuffs most of which doesn't make sense to me but I still have the 100 pages Vidhya notebook with me and I get shocked seeing my handwriting every time I flip the pages.
So this one time when history was current affairs (I read this one liner somewhere and wanted to use it) I wanted to write a poem. A poem to me at that time was using stars, mountains and a little bit of rhyming words. So this was one of the very first. I have modified it over the years slightly making sure that the feel of that high school kid is kept the same.
GOD’S BEST CREATION
What is God’s best creation?
Is the big question.
Answers are a many,
But are they worth a penny.
Is it the towering mountains?
Clouds on them as fountains,
They are indeed, the sign of glory.
Or is it the glittering stars,
Shining with no holds barred,
They are indeed, a sign of hope.
Or is it the flowing oceans?
Kissing the land as it walks,
They are indeed, the sign of life.
Or is it the blazing sun?
With his everlasting shine,
It is indeed, the sign of passion,
Or is it the green forests?
Or is it the fluttering waves?
Or is it the bumming bees?
God’s best creation is God,
God created himself,
We see him through her,
She’s sign of warmth,
She’s sign of love,
She’s sign of everything,
With a twinkle in the eye,
And a smile that makes me fly,
Her tears are a curse to life,
Her words are pillars of hope,
She’s God’s best creation,
She’s the world’s Glitter,
She is my mother.
I guess it sounds a bit childish this one, but of all the things I have written or going to write this is pretty special.
It used to start with a notice to submit your writings by a certain date. Then the ruckus at home where I used to pester my dad to give me topics to write an essay (choosing topics was never my thing) and then my sister would interrupt telling "Its your article so you do everything" and my Ma would come from the kitchen telling "He's still a small boy no harm in lending a hand, after all he's just asking for ideas". Finally I would begin to scribble down stuffs most of which doesn't make sense to me but I still have the 100 pages Vidhya notebook with me and I get shocked seeing my handwriting every time I flip the pages.
So this one time when history was current affairs (I read this one liner somewhere and wanted to use it) I wanted to write a poem. A poem to me at that time was using stars, mountains and a little bit of rhyming words. So this was one of the very first. I have modified it over the years slightly making sure that the feel of that high school kid is kept the same.
GOD’S BEST CREATION
What is God’s best creation?
Is the big question.
Answers are a many,
But are they worth a penny.
Is it the towering mountains?
Clouds on them as fountains,
They are indeed, the sign of glory.
Or is it the glittering stars,
Shining with no holds barred,
They are indeed, a sign of hope.
Or is it the flowing oceans?
Kissing the land as it walks,
They are indeed, the sign of life.
Or is it the blazing sun?
With his everlasting shine,
It is indeed, the sign of passion,
Or is it the green forests?
Or is it the fluttering waves?
Or is it the bumming bees?
God’s best creation is God,
God created himself,
We see him through her,
She’s sign of warmth,
She’s sign of love,
She’s sign of everything,
With a twinkle in the eye,
And a smile that makes me fly,
Her tears are a curse to life,
Her words are pillars of hope,
She’s God’s best creation,
She’s the world’s Glitter,
She is my mother.
I guess it sounds a bit childish this one, but of all the things I have written or going to write this is pretty special.
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