private space

Let it be a bestie or acquaintance, personnel space means a lot to me.Not open hearted to share my room with bestie but possibly with a stranger,as boundaries always makes sense .Recently I came across a situation of this sort but I could not make a compromise with me at all.I enjoy the art of dreaming,reading ,blogging ,listening music in my private space.There is always some time for social life to mingle with and life with myself to feel calm and composed.

private space

Let it be a bestie or acquaintance, personnel space means a lot to me.Not open hearted to share my room with bestie but possibly with a stranger,as boundaries always makes sense .Recently I came across a situation of this sort but I could not make a compromise with me at all.I enjoy the art of dreaming,reading ,blogging ,listening music in my private space.There is always some time for social life to mingle with and life with myself to feel calm and composed.

Badminton time

Becoming child again.Took the racket and shuttle cock with my bestie,in the full venture to burn calories and to gift myself a physique full of energy and stamina.I take pride in looking young as I grow old.Mid of the year started with shuttle and I become a freak with badminton in my streets.When things starts as fun,can be shaped as habit and then routine.Its a stress burster where I enjoy to the core, after a full swing of mental work.

Someshwara temple-By Chola dynasty

Was digging into old age temples at BTM. Did lot of wiki search on this temple constructed in 1247AD by chola dynasty forLord Ishwar.powerful with its stories,Naga lingeshwara temple located near Begur Road at Bomanhalli has its own vibes reverberating since 1247 A.D.It has 5 linga's and the history says its powerful..Architecture is almost ruined,and I silently made my wishes in the ears of grand old nandi which I admired.There are few other left out sculptures available for pictures.Here goes chola dynasties craftwork in valour.

Good time in connecting with the past ,afterall people and organism perishes but stones and architecture touches life span after span.And I realised right now Iam dwelling in chola's province(modern Bangalore) though I hailed from Pandya Kingdom.

Book of faces-expired

Out of book of faces and I find it now least interested when people speak about profile pictures et al.Good to see myself out of vicious circle. It was a good time pass with learnings from "humans of New York","Huff post living" and many other pages giving me enough info on yoga,mental health,photography,poems,book reviews ,event reminders and of course birthday reminders  with fun filling comments.Bye-bye Facebook,as I dissolved all these man given faces .

going romantic

As like briyani for hungry man,its my job I am loving with my flesh and blood.You make me to pull out my bed sheet in the morning, setting an agenda for each day to pass by.sensed my busy life and Iam happily romantic with my work.Incredible to see a shift and structure in my professional shades of life. Running from  7 to 7 along with shuttle play till 10.30 in the night makes me to hit the bed as a dead body. Travel,data, inference,setting a discipline et all drives me crazy.Passionate  hobbies and lovable job adds every value to my personal life.Remembering Jonathan's lines,people are defined by what we do and not by what we are underneath....

unexplained

I felt the power of forgetting and forgiving things just a day back.very strange feel as like dove's flight.I thought of winding few grief by accepting Aplologies made by second person before couple of years,just a day back.when I was pondering on the past ,I was thinking so much about intensity of my wrath and the way how it dried up .Good to hear when people's dream come true, as we were sitting next to them while drawing the plan and now being casual strangers 

words fail

I got some luxury to think about words,words and its roots.How emotions,wrath and fun are closely binded with words pulling each string of nerve.We human mortally offended by words and rejoice out of words,whereas animals not.The art of carving images on rock to languages on books is a beautiful transformation.What language can do for a person,but many .In the venture of  hating words and languages as much as I love,for few loop holes where language fails

My Leader

When we  shook hands with few people or bidding a big Hi with mouth filled smile,that is enough for the day to charge up.I like this beautiful Hi of my cubical mate ,who wishes me everyday with mouth filling smile.I love to hear perspectives from any,as Iam a quality analyst.I have the habbit of asking him atleast three questions a day.When I asked about his favourite leader,its a fleeting answer, his friend who lives in the next door.He gave me beautiful reasons for it,not bothered so much about it more than his inferences.Everyone has a leader in mind and few might not.Leader can be as imaginary as Batman to as real as Obama.For me leader is a person whose thoughts and words triggers me to collect those ashes and to emerge as phoenix again for one more flight.

lessons from scrabble

We read a lot,write a lot ,we too speak about machine codes with zeros and ones.what will u do if we have ten alphabets in hand instead of twenty six.I stumbled while playing scrabble.I added alphabet s to preformed words,making plural out of singular.
Beautiful takeaways from scrabble game
.whatever we can imagine in air,think of what we can make out of things in our hand at that moment.
.If we know the art of surviving with what we have,might be a single room to dwell, rare to get into the trap of discomfort.
.As like all diagonals should make sense in the game,whatever we do with our best of our knowledge should connect those meaningful dots .Though I know its always a fun to write good things for the world to see,at times impractical to dwell with.

first reader

The power of forecasting your fate is as important as walking with them.catchy line stirred my thoughts for the day.when people ask who is sathya Balakrishnan,might be all my titles would have popped out of the stack by that time and the reminds would be an author for a short storybook. I visualized me as a writer,when I was in class five.All time my dad has been the first reader,as I had lot of healthy talks with him,not as a daughter to his father but as a traveller to her guide.His logics,inference,patience to accept stories without a shock towards his daughter's incredible writing is still living fresh. I remember all his looks after a read,sometimes a smile, at times a weird look and at times no comments.I remember how he felt after reading my personnel diary,happily he read louder with smile everywhere .I remember his questions about my  story characters health.Beggars car,Lola lible's castle,soodu kaindha dhuli,pracmas theorem, Manogtwist are all his favorite topics to debate with me as a first reader for my hard copies.I miss that first reader.Thanks appa for the letters you thought me with your hard earned money and being a first reader wherever you are.

Hands together

Few relationship gets extended,can be from school to college,from college to workstations and from workstations to personnel life.The term colleague gets evaporated and the residue is beautiful friendship which stands still.Had a homely Saturday,which I was missing for long time though I pretend to be not.We started by calling our names at office,then to peers and happily continued with dude.Few sentiments are always censored in my blog.But no worries when I become at times an emotional fool.Overwhelmed by few  special treatment which I receive in this piece of IT island.Going emotional again.We debated,we mocked ,sat in opposite corners for the same reason.Though the captains are for two different track,we are motivated for the craft we learnt,more than those silver cups.Still I remember those rolling tears kept  hidden in one person's eyes and gushing in other as departure letters are hard to pen down.I had good number of takeaways to be zipped from brunch calls to high tea,from books to gyans,from principles to rules,from wishes to pat on shoulders and of course from presentations to tricky audits.
This is the day where I spoke for longer hours  with the girl who owns above mentioned descriptions.Went back to those days how I was before three years at my home.Thanks Vindhya ,for giving me salt and water with care.

piece of advise

I get loads of advises from left,right and center.I listen to all but hardly take it,until and unless it triggers me to rethink.one such advise which I received before couple of months back,still echoes inside me whenever I wait for extra five minutes for bus,or in my breath taking time after jogging.I should take responsibility for all my actions and emotions .By default I take responsibility for the first verb and at many times I forget about the second.Its always been so easy to throw the blame on next person's head but what I feel,how I feel is only in my hands ,how I tame my inner shrew.whatever the chain reaction is,should take care of bonds connecting atoms.In nutshell, if I know to maintain the PH of all chemicals within me,that's the magic.