limits undefined!!!

2008-06-26T04:19:00.000-07:00

Man proposes and God disposes, well that was the scene like some few months ago. Evrything that i did was wrong. Every thing that i spoke was crap. I had many enemies around, call them not enemies i had a wagon full of people who were strongly against me or may be i was strongly against them. What ever was the case i was hopeless and desperate, every other depressing emotions engulfed me. Every time i looked down. Gone are those days. Evrything that i wanted at one point of the time i have just got them 2day.Yes, God sees the truth but waits!!!!
I am trying not to be very assertive but its is a fact that i am happy that my efforts have got in something to me. That something reminds me of all that struggle and depression i was through. I will not have the question any more- " Why am I here at Mic"? and i will just not feel rediculous. Now I can list out all that i wanted and all that i have got!!!!
Thanku so much, some one up there..needs no mention. The feel good is really wow!!!

2008-06-25T01:48:00.000-07:00

Well it is that time of the year again m goin to say gud bye to bangalore. Today i was goin through my blog. I just came across something thjat i had scribbled describing nostalgia, feelings and emotions going astray and stuff like that. Well it was exactly a year back that i had written so, so is the time i pen down myself again and analyse how differently m nostalig this year or how different my thoughts can fly here and there or may be my thoughts carried away.
Well one is year is a lot of time. A complete rotation of the yearly cycle. I lot of things have changed i the due course, lot and lot i can remember and evn lotter those i cant.
One thing whih i sconstant is change. It is the change that wards of the boredome of being just constant. Well compared evrything has changed this time. Again as usaul flow of thoughts at my heart go astray and aspire to travel way away and boat away m still tryin to just grap them in a fist's hold, hold them tight and never let them go. But here they always go.
I question why???
Answer very simple- they, i mean my thoughts originate at the level of my heart and makes it very difficult for them to just not go astray. Heartily heart here we go.
Huh what m i talking about well this year stay at bangalore was way ahead better then the last year.Not much of tension but lods n lods of shopping i have shopped like a mad. Hey m bored writin now got lil owrk will get back latter.

I am impressed!

2008-04-29T12:14:00.000-07:00

In the Sherlock Holmes story, "The Man with the Twisted Lip," first published in the December 1891 issue of The Strand Magazine, Holmes encounters a man who gives up his career as a journalist to become a beggar because he can make more money that way. He says: “I painted my face, and to make myself as pitiable as possible I made a good scar and fixed one side of my lip in a twist by the aid of a small slip of flesh-coloured plaster. Then with a red head of hair, and an appropriate dress, I took my station in the business part of the city, ostensibly as a match-seller but really as a beggar. For seven hours I plied my trade, and when I returned home in the evening I found to my surprise that I had received no less than 26s.”

Outside the ATM door often seen are the little kids decked up with jholas. A slightly ealder kid might just be accompanied with some one lesser than his or her age acquiring knowledge and procuring the art of gaining without pain yeah begging. The younger one infact is admitted to the graduate school of begging and might as well he is graduating as a expert in the application of the subject that is begging. The above mentioned catastrophical practice pevelant in India has cribbled its able and healthy population who has given up for this highly easy way of making money. "Allah ke naam pe kuch de de baba" "Bhagawan tera bhala karega"

If it is the month of The Prophet ,Ramzan then they are trained to say "Allah ke..." . Beggary knows no religion. A hindu beggar passing by a Masjid could jus t have go for a make over -wear a topi and yell out loud, and trouble allah again and agian. The admirer of allah now changes his shift ,may be goes to a temple and looks for humble souls and blesses them from the bottom of his heart and loves to say.."bhagwan tera bhala kare"

Well we all must agree religion falls at the hand of beggars..boundaries disappear, they ar the super humans!!

well off late it has been not just begging but begging with style. I remember as a kid in a small town of Orissa, Baripada the regular friday early morning buzzzz at the door..few leprosy affected but recovered asking for alms. A very generous grandmother who would not even care about what she has to wear or eat is keen on helping the poor lot. She feeds one of them once a week and if i am not wrong and my memory not betraying me she donates clothes and good bucks.They were simple human beings,disowned for the cause of leprosy. They wore tattered clothes and some even came on wheel chairs. They were worth inducing pain at heart. You might just look at them and pause for a while to think about them. Your hand just might slide into your pocket and search for that least valued coin and just give it off.

Woah!!! its so different now??":.Beautiful style dude!! I was in a hurry. Wanted some cash immediately. ATM ATM! The right place to be. Yes i knew it and even those bunch of stylish beggars had the knowledge of it.

Let me picture them..

There were three.. I have come across many of the similar sort in Manipal but this time it was just so fashionable. With the long bags beautifuly designed with colours flug to one corner of the body, nice beads stood a guy. There was a girl wo was a faculty to the one younger to her.

Well I envied the bag but what i envied more is the cool dude's style. Khane ke liye paisa chahiye..bhuka hu says he!!!

I was astouned,"Damit he has got a chewing gum in his mouth,Anu"

The next moment he just spits it out with a scornful smile approaches a guy who has just stepped out of the ATM.

I just exclaim kooool!

Another etch from my observo-scope..

I was in a bus on my way to mangalore. The bus had stopped the Udupi bus stop.I was just peeping out of the window and suddenly caught sight of the modern batter bussiness!! I would love to call it outsourcing of resources and then pushing it for the self tooo!!

Two to three women of the same beggars' community were exchanging coins for notes and may be a ruppee or 2 extra for the transaction with the local bus conductors!

Yeah they need lots and lots of coins -who the bus guys to make their jobs easy and the SBs just have it.With amazing stlye check they do mind blowing biz!

On lighter notes it might end up having a beggars' world similar to that of the corporate world. Newer ideas and inventory entrepreneurs, might as well work for globalized social and business networks..Beware Biggies..hehe;)

Its rags' reflection!!!!!

2008-03-06T05:39:00.000-08:00

Hmm..m 2 lazy but m finally back untill i had good enough reasons!!!!

2008-03-05T20:50:00.000-08:00

Guys its long since my blog is dead but now may be ...no of course i am getting back my blog to life!!!!Aspiring that this recapitulation of mine will be 'long temp'. Well there is ample amount of reason as to why i am out of the beating retreat fashion and here upon with revitalized thoughts is back again. I guess comencement of thoughts is only of that privilege of confused and disturbed minds!!!!

My stand should not be miscalculated..it is devoid of any emotion only that it is geared up with motivation from the brain waves. Well i am a bit disturbed as to how things are taking shape. I with this comment of mine may hurt people but i say "no offence". The gruesome debate in my class with refrence to Mr.Patawardhan coming down to manipal to screen his movies and the our own Mr. M.V. Kamath raising a anti-mission thought against him-not his movies drives me to begin with my refreshed blogging session.

Ever since i have stepped into MIC i have always felt the ruling power of this man. He can say things and get it done..he is undoubtedly powerful..any small or big function that MIC he is there..any thing to be decided 4 the college he is there...in times of lawlessness and adversity he is still there..when sumone rears nothing to sumthing and sees it growing step by step n bit by bit..he has the feeling of possesing it..when we have respected him till now and his consent on things have been so valuable then it is obvious for us not to dis-respect him..come on he is a man of knowledge...who gets up everyday before sunrise and cultures over books!!!! we should not forget that he is 87...imagine us(lazy at this age to even get up before noon..would even have a morsel of strength of guts and head to stand up for our thoughts...based on facts not airy-fairy concoted stories n keep our kool)...forget all these...HOW MANY OF US THINK WE WOULD BE ALIVE TO SEE YOURSELF AT KAMATH SIR'S PLACE AND AGE??????
An adebt man who has dined and chatted with figures who have helped build milestones in history...obviously knows and have seen this world then anyone of us rather all of us!!!!
A tree with more fruits bends accordingly....represents humble...egoless state...jus writing few articles or display of certain piece of creative intellegence should never license us to diregard the respected right on his face....atleast we should follow the decent codes of conduct and mannerism. He is not AN OLD DOG TO BE TOUGHT THINGS...HE IS THE DOG TRAINER WHO CAN TEACH EVRY OTHER DOG!!!!!!!!!

...no quetions asked, no worries and just love, unconditional love!!!!!

2007-09-22T13:33:00.000-07:00

The was a conflict in the air, certainly without doubts. The setting sun-all it was doing was trying to sprinkle its golden hues all over the evening sky...it was time for it to set....our little moon was waking up from sleep...hmmmm sun u still there...dude its time 4 u 2 get lost and get going now!!!!!
What r u doing here come on and set fast...
Amidst the grumble and jumble...was growing a cute little love story....sun n moon were flirting with each other!!!!
The time of twilight was intoxicated with fragrant breeze that blew past..faces and met the cold waters of the sea...the soft and gentle touch of the scented gale past the gray locks to set them to sway and motion...beauties combined best with flying locks of hair in the arms of their lovers all pink and rosy...There was chirpin of birds...There was love in the air, every young heart beat for the another in excitement and joy, love was in the voluptous swell of the waves that crashed against a rock n broke every second....
At the sea shore man often mis understands his comprehended thought...we stand at the sea and exclaim...its endless...big...but then we r with the most wrong conception, when one is standing at the edge wher the sea is ending y cant we just turn to the other side and face the land mass adjecent to the sea...n xclaim here the sea ends...well philosophies gets through always all by itself...

Night was rushing in,love birds were all hand in hand..among the chirping everyone at a place on the sand there was a heap of gathering...a handful of people all staring at the sand which had stood up to give the best of expression and life...the portrait of a lady was etched with so much of life and thoughts, as it would come alive and speak words the very next moment..every one stared at it...eyebrow raised and tounge tied, spell bound with the fine display of art....all looked at the man who had given life to the mere sand...he might be in his late 30s..emotions deeply embedded with his thoughts can be very well perceived from the eyes of him...with the calmness of heighest degree he was planning out his inner sense with the sand..

"Sir who is this lady...?

Do u know her???"

asked few and the rest just whispered....Beautiful, amazing, ausome...adjectives made there way out in volley...

There was silence amidst all...suddenly the man spoke to every ones's excitement!!!!

Sounded like a rusty lock-ever opened ages ago...He says...

She is my love..my life..she is always with me and is forever for me..

Suspense revaeled...I met her on the same place where we are today 20 years back...lovely was the day...Drunk with the juvenile wine of youth I was all on the top of the world-Strongest and wittiest I defenitely was...I was ready to conquer the whole world..I sat on the shore on the sea and watched the sun fading away and the slightly red tinged water gulping the sun....I reclined in peace when suddenly there was music in the air, rythm in the mood and sway in my heart...I was able to hear some one laugh, laughing out of heart , there was music in it...my heart rang..the air was getting wildly intoxicated with the fragrance of some being...i was spell bound and eyes closed when suddenly the light golden bordered duppata rubbed against my chest, went through my face, eyes, hair and then my hands...I couldn't grab the piece of silk as it slipped off my hand like an eel...I opened my eyes to have a glimpse of the beauty on earth uncomparable and poverty of thoughts and words beyond description...My eyes were stuck, they forgot the human art of blinking...I just kept staring at the creature as it was playing its joy out with the waves...she giggled the night air to intoxication of heavenly bliss...She turned...her eyes looked into mine..naughty they were..smiled at me..the strings at heart beat in2 extreme vibration...I was thrown huh!!!she vanished some where she was gone when i regained my senses...i looked for her every where..splashed the waves hard...she was gone...but i was spell bound and charmed at her being...the next day i was the same me and there was the same she....my heart beat again louder...louder n louder with the number of passing days..and only thing that happened was her smiles at me were intensified..there was the charm of of her love all spead over me..
we met for a couple of days...never spoke to each other just a sight of my eyes and a smile in return was the means of communication we had...no words...not even a touch..but we were as if knit to love eachother by destiny...but one fine day...she dint turn up at the usual time n way, I was desperately waiting 4 her...but she was not there, the next day, i kept waiting...waiting for her...but she never came...and since that day till today...i come here every evening...with the hope in my heart that some or the other day she will come..look at me and smile...it has been 20 years time that has witnessed this hope of mine....
"20 years...long time" exclaimed young couples at the crowd..
In the mean time the hero of our narration brought out a little piece of cloth red in colour, old, the mirrors fitted on it were as if being prevented from breakage...from the pocket of his coat...kept very close to his heart...He placed it around the sand portrait of the heroine of this unseen and incomplete story...
"This little piece is her scarf that i could grab just before the day she left me.."
"I had snatched it from the blowing winds and had seeked the permission of her blue eyes which had winked in approval!!"
Just when the hero of our story was deep in his thoughts and in retrospection a huge splash of wave hit the shore...it took away with it the scarf, breaking the sand portrait of love and every one was shuddered back to utter reality from a lovely world of love fantasy...the waves tossed the scarf up and down...our hero was chasing the waters hard to grab it back again he splashed into the water dashed through it...no power on this earth would have stopped him to get his life in the scarf...He grabbed it...all the sealed gates of his expression of emotions broke open...he burst our crying, yelling in pain...he kneeled on the wet sand...gazed at the silver sky and the splashy sea...it swelled and frothed and bursted just like the heart of our poor man...there was silence all around. Only the roars of waves and the weeping being...Suddenly from no where there was fragrance in air..love all around...music in heart and anklets ringing...our lover felt some touch at his shoulder...he turned back..his love was in front of him...all real and alive...both saw each other...!!!
No questions ,no worries ,only love...love and love...
There was the sacred union of innocent hearts under the silver grace of moonlight and twinkling of stars...The voluptous swell of water from the innocent weeping eyes met the saline sea...
Love prooved its victory once again ,everyone spell bound..all eyes in tears..
I repeat...no quetions asked, no worries and just love, unconditional love!!!!!

WHAT NEXT??????(Do leave your comments)

2007-09-18T11:09:00.000-07:00

PRAGATHI NAGAR

It began with ample of enthusiasm, there was no doubt a kick start to this new motion of mine of actually straining myself up and down through rough terrain to get to the dream destination of mine and spot the place I was looking for...Praveen had once intimated me about this place. Praveen, i knew him since the time i was working on my article "Dream Machine". It was all about how George had made his own functional car and boat. Praveen is friend of George...

His message to me was -one of the beautiful places of Manipal -Pragathi Nagar is in real threat. The vast land all blanketed green, fresh and oxygenated is death alarmed to utter insanity by the Municipal Corporation. The stretch of pasture with a little water body makin its way throuh it tall, huge, small, bushy trees bordering all the corners . A little heaven under the clear blue sky...desperately needing nature's attention to keep it untouched , undisturbed ,calm and perhaps serene. The air that criss crossed across faces was all so fresh and lively...the perfect booster 4 a tired mind and a wetched soul to recreate and beautify...inexhaustable source of joy and happiness.

Often many of us, I mean Manipalites on our way to the temple town Udupi in a bus come the giant heap of garbage to the right of the road. The stingy air over there is nose tightening and mouth shutting infact. Yes that is the waste dumping yard of Udupi city....the smell generated is terrible...and very obvious in tolerable. Over tonnes of waste get deposited there every day..Beside the dumping yard is the stretch of slums...the chocolate fantasy with butter scotch combination...

The initial info of Praveen given - there was a park in Pragathi Nagar which is being demolished and in its place is going to sniff up a dumping area.

"This is bad" my thought process exclaimed!!!!

My target was the Municiapal Council Udupi...Met Mr. Guru Prasad there..a humble gentle man...ready to speak kind of.

With the little information about the place and the incident I approached him. As I had expected a lot of things followed .

The 100m acres at pragathi nagar is under a major developement project...we have planned to construct a solid waste management .

Companies from Bangalore have come down with there ideas to make proper utilization of the vast land there. The udupi dumping yard is is going to be shifted to Pragathi Nagar. We are going to recycle the waste in the solid waste management plant.

All these and many more said Mr.Guru Prasad the Chairman Municipal Corp Udupi...But the problem is there are about 100 houses that under ilegal encroachment. The owners of those houses are basicaly labourers. They are not even under the privelige to be capable enough to get there land legally converted to claim...we have provisions for there evacuation but the process is still developing. The dumping yard is just a scrap of the bigger Mannapalla Project where in a lake will be developed with all tourism facilities beside a vast palntation of trees and other ornamental plants...

Enlightened with all these facts I headed to the District Colector's Office-Mr.Ponnuraj!!!!!!

It was 3 at the max when i reached his office....Perfectly he was not there seated in his sexy office....It was around 5 when he came in...and it was 1 hour henece when i could actually talk to him... I was asked to come some other day coz he was too busy!!!!!

What else can i expect from an IAS Officer?????

Xcuse me if i am being a little rude now!!!

The next day i decided I will go to pragathi Nagar!!!

Me and my friend Prasunna(Why Prasunna The Crackpot-coz he can understand Kannada) !!!!!!!!!!! hired an auto and set 2 go....The road not taken style...up the hill and down again...I was realy scared...road was 2 bad...finally we saw the place but decided 2 get bak 2 it the next day!!!

Paid a good amount to Subramaniam -The auto guy!!!

He promised to take us to the palce the next day!!!

The next day-We were there, saw the dumping yard..it is in its formative state..around it was a little set up of the houses of the workers..On one side of the dumping yard is Allevor village and to the othe side is another village Karwal..Nothing much was there to account finally i thought it would be really good if i catch hold of a resident and take his stand on the issue...Tilak Nath Manjeswar was my man!!!!!!

Yes we saw few people sitting and chatting...Just dropped in2 the house...trust me got guest like treatment...n loads of info...Tilak's words-80 acers of land has been assigned by the Government in the memory of Dr.Shivarama Karnath to buid a recreation park. A dumping yard next to this place is sheer madness. More over there villages surrounding it...Intollerable smell, eaterie for microbes and other vector of diseases , pollutants for the ground water table!!!!

The dumping yard is gifting us all these...We raised voce against the dumping yard...We even wrote to the DM...but of no use..!!!

On being asked about the illegal houses he says-The evacuation process has got nothing to do with the process of recreational establishment.

We also spoke to Chandra ,a coolie by bread and butter whose house was on illegal terms..same he contributed..

my next destination was President of the Alevoor Gram Panchayat Harish Shreigar..About the evacuation of houses he didn't have much to say....but on the dumping yard issue he had a lot to pity upon..his narration was all about there stories of sad appeals and failures!!!!

Finally i spoke to Kamath Sir...(M.V.Kamath- Chair person Prasar Bharathi)

Got a lot of inspiration from him..

My next destination is Ponnuraj the DM- m waiting for him 2 get free so that he can spare a few minutes to take me forward over this assignment on mine...

well i am waiting for him 2 get free...hopefully i await 4 my success...in meeting him and knowing the WHAT NEXT OF PRAGATHI NAGAR!!!!!

I will defenitely finish this unfinished artile...till then what do u guys fell...question 4 all of u who come across this article...till the time i find what next can u suggest me a WHAT NEXT??????

Who is responsible??

2007-09-18T10:24:00.000-07:00

I would like to share a kind of experience that I got just today….that is 29th of June 2007.
Hiding myself in the clumsy corner of an 2-Tier Air Conditioned compartment in one of the long route trains that runs on the usual tracks everyday from Bhubeneswar (your very favorite destination) to the country’s one of the busiest, richest and fast IT hub our very darling the city of ‘joy and gardens’ Bangalore.
On usual days when every thing is on track without any derailment one never tends to notice what that is going in and around…
But the realization of facts is tossed the other way round when everything or something or even a little thing is out of the “expected” order…
Yes that is exactly the way you feel when your train runs 12 hours late…It keeps stopping at frequent repeated intervals, all trying to get is a clearance of the route…why??? Because few miles ahead of the place where the train has anchored, just yesterday a goods train carrying bags of cement has been derailed and it has hit a passengers’ train….
The fresh site of the accident was devastating.
The site of 16 boogies all bottom up thrown here and there was stunning…more over it was more pathetic situation to move on a newly laid track where the train really took a few degree’s slant…
At a certain time you question yourself “What would have happened if I were there in the train which toppled down????”
“Had I been the bags of cement I would have been plastered to the hell..!” The slightest thought of this brings terror setting forth the frequency of brain waves to a shudder…..
But I would say there was something happening in and around the place (in the train) which surpassed all of these awful sights.
A lot of time I noticed a timid creature (I mean so very small from all aspects-height, wit, health and almost everything) running here and there from one boogie to the other cleaning the dirty floors, picking up the plates and almost every thing possible on earth there on the train.
The creature as I estimated was 3 feet-a little more or less than that high from the ground but what was he wearing??? A long bulky Shirt that usually comes fit on a well grown person serving the Indian Railways to be very specific a guy working in the PANTRY…
A very casual look on the shirt would show you the torn right hand of it….!!
I was very interested to speak to that chap… couldn’t control my eagerness and anxiety I asked for the guy with the given specification to another Pantry fellow who came off with mineral water.
“Arrey Bhaiya wo jo Bacha aapke pantry me kaam kar raha hai usko ek baar bula doge humko usse baat karma hai’ was what I asked him in Hindi.
I had never expected then that my dream boy would really turn up…
My conversation with Vamshi and jyotsna the newly married was taking various dimensions where in this creature dropped in asking Madamji “Aapne bulaya tha?”
“You had called me?”
He was a pale body –a nearer look especially into the eyes of the cold piece revealed his pain where in my pain sheltered at the horrendous view…more terrible than the accident site…
My conversation with him…
What is your name?
Ji madam ji mera naam hai KRISHNA MOHAN TIWARI…(his name)
Where are you from?
Muzzafarpur (Bihar)
What are you doing in the train that too you are wearing the pantry uniform-are you working in the PANTRY?
To this volley of questions the creature replied…
I left my home town in Bihar 3 days back…
My brother works in the Pantry, he asked me to board a train and search for work in pantry..
I have an elder sister at home.
My dad had Tubercolosis(deadly disease of the lungs) and is no more..
My mother is also dead and the handful of relatives-my chacha and tau(brothers’ of my father) don’t take care of us.
I am going now to Yesvantpur, from there I will take a train and request them to give me some job in the Pantry…
I just help these people in cleaning plates etc.
The manager said you are too young to work in the Pantry…
At least you should cross 18 years of age to get a legal job here in the.
Right now what I get in return of the work I do is food to eat and a little place for shelter.

Amazing!!!
I was shocked….

My next question…the major one… yup the most exciting and nerve cracking of all…

WHAT IS YOUR AGE???

I AM 14 (FOURTEEN) , he said that though he looked much much much more young.

What kind of a child labor was it???? My mental faculty couldn’t decide.
Government has banned child labor especially in governmental organizations but here in one of the express trains of the East Coast railway I really questioned myself and every one in this “Living Society”-
What should be the expected condition when the policy makers defy their own policies tooth and nail???
Whom to blame???
Or better asked…What to be blamed??

Nature at its best...

2007-09-17T05:54:00.000-07:00

Success is not a destination, but a road dat never ends.. so keep travelling !!!

Our trip 2 coorg... da way 2 madikere...!!!

Cutie pies!!!

2007-09-12T06:54:00.000-07:00

Love..

2007-09-08T11:59:00.000-07:00

Strange but a fact...weird yet true...lyfe goes dis way...since time in memeorial it is said and will be forever said that lov is life n life is love...the state of my mind while m scribbling over now is exactly not very perfect or rather is perfectly not exact..reason??? hmmmm...have to think no dats not possible...coz reasons can never be thought rather it is spontaneous all is it comes by itself wid out ne motivation...its the unconvinced flow of thoughts and ideas that keeps us going without certain reasons...
love is one such element of emotion dat is reasonless, aimless n rather jobless..
love is but still very inevitable element of life...that keeps the life going...it needs no eye contact nor does it require the beings 2 be in visual terms with each other but it only require the soft reconcilation of thoughts into hearts 2 give da start....u need not 2 see each other to fall in love...yup n love is lot more 2 give than 2 just take...it is giving and rather not the art of considering ones own comfort....love is the sweet pain of sacrifice 2 see ur loved 1 happy....love is not life....its rather living life....love is not only living ones own life...its living 4 sum 1 else....got 2 know it jus 2 day....tahnks sum1 4 ur everythng in ma life...u be always happy!!!!!!

xpressions...!@#$%

2007-09-08T00:57:00.000-07:00

Raining alley....

2007-09-07T23:48:00.000-07:00

We live to eat or eat to live....no ideas!!!!

2007-09-07T23:08:00.000-07:00

Punjabi thali-Food Court...Maniapl!!!

colors....make life!!!

2007-09-07T06:35:00.000-07:00

I never thought the colours in ma umbrella would stand out so well with dose kids...ne wayz its a rain drenched day werein we were caught up in udupi...got hold of kids in front of the krishna temple....amazing day!!!!!!

The world within

2007-09-07T05:22:00.000-07:00

THE WORLD WITHIN…

STUDENTS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD AT MANIPAL ARE A BLESSING IN DISGUISE TOWARDS INTERNATIONAL PEACE AND GLOBALIZATION

“Every time I went to the mechanic to negotiate the price of a bike that I purchased we were confused with each others accent. We would call a person near by who would understand both of us well to convey the message properly. Had the mechanic been an Indian the things would have been most likely three times easier” says Thomas David Parker ,an Australian student studying at Manipal Life Science College.
Though English has become an understandable language ,the foreign students still find difficulty in interacting with localities basically shopkeepers.
Manipal, well exclaimed as an “Education town” is the home of people from all over the world where every individual share a certain level of intellectual standard. The university officially claims to have students from over 53 nationalities.
Many students from across the world join the university for various courses every year. It takes time for them to get adjusted to the place and feel comfortable.
“ Before coming to India I had a thought that Manipal would not be so modern as Germany is, but now that I have stayed for about more than a month I find this place very interesting, people here are well versed with modernization” says Mark, a German student of Manipal Institute of Communication.
Similar feeling had also struck Steven Renand, from Seychelles who came down to Manipal to pursue Medicine in Melaka Manipal Medical College. Steven says “The journey from Mangalore airport to Manipal was depressing-the condition of roads were too bad and the taxi went through villages which gave me the impression of being in a wrong place for a moment.”
“But the sight of the immense good infrastructure and lifestyle here in Manipal made me change my preconceived notion” Steven adds.
“Manipal would be place more full of work and no fun was what I thought before coming here, moreover Indians are work alcoholic” says Thomas “People here are very genuine, respectable and friendly. I have made heaps of Indian friends and I hang around with them in and around Manipal” Thomas adds.
In their process of adaptation towards Indian food and the local languages most of them have are doing well.
“I like the Paneer Butter Masala very much” says Mark. “Indian food has always fascinated me even when I was in Australia, may be this is one of the reasons of me being here” says Thomas. “I like the south Indian dishes made from rice and often visit Indian eateries” adds Thomas.
Discussing about Indian languages Steven remarks “Hindi is more romantic than even French especially when it comes to the presentation of the language in Bollywood movies”
“Kajol is my favorite actress and I would love to watch hindi movies any time. I comprehend the meaning from the subtitles provided” adds Steven.
In terms of academics they often find the place very suitable and compact.
India has witnessed the essence of a very developed culture with regards to the methodology of imparting education since time in memorial.
Gurukuls served the purpose of centers of learning in olden days where in students gathered from far off lands to acquire knowledge. Manipal is thus emerging as a modern Gurukul well equipped with facilities and globalization.

2007-09-07T05:15:00.001-07:00

The basic reason of me scribbling on ma blog 2day is that some one told me da other day that ma blog is goood....so i out of blue couldn't beleive ma self coz i had thrown ma share of world wide web which is on the blogspot.com in2 ages of unconcernd thoughts and motivation...yup true 2 say it is motivation in one's lyfe dat keeps u goin....its that weapon of excellence that an conjure spirits even i guess...nothning much..will continue on motivation later...

2007-07-26T22:44:00.000-07:00

THE DREAM MACHINES…

IMAGINATION AND THE INSTINCT TOWARDS CREATING A NEW DIMENSION BRINGS OUT INVENTIONS…..

A human brain uses only around 5% of potential in a lifetime. George T. Luikhan ,a student of Manipal Dental College who has recently completed his dental internship went bit beyond the conventional method of pursuing knowledge.
Instead of restricting himself only to the field of his specialization dentistry he has made commendable achievement in designing machines.
“Performance in examination is not a matter .My hands are involved and I get the feeling of having spent time and skill on something practical rather than just accumulating bookish knowledge” says George.
Having watched boats tossing up and down on water many a times ,George started to research upon the very basic principles of floating. He found out that the amount of water the boat displaces is proportional to the stability to the boat. Keeping this in consideration he designed the boat.
“It is almost like a kayak and can float safely bearing weight of 85 kilograms” says George.
To test whether the boat can support the theoretical calculations George and his friends have tried the boat on water.
“I took it to an industrial area, a place which was not very deep to experience how my boat floats” says George. “To check the stability I leaned over and over until the boat toppled” adds George.
It took him a month’s time to accomplish this project successfully.
His latest invention is his dream come true and the fruit of his hard work an all terrain vehicle. In the words of George it is the Labor Of Love. “It is the combination of a sports car and a sports utility vehicle.” says George.
George’s tireless efforts for over three years has yielded in this grand success. The car is now ready and George has successfully test droved it on the high ways and on rough terrains..
“George brings skills and knowledge over the years at many different jobs to the task at hand . His try again policy keeps him going”. says his friend Praveen Joseph a student of Kasturba Medical College,Manipal.
“The car climbs on rocks exactly like a lizard” say the spectators who watch him performing stunts near the Manipal lake.
“The whole outcome is the result of serious research and their proper implementation” says George. “It is built for performance” he adds.
The chassis of the car is built of Tata MS mild steel pipes. Around twenty such pipes make up the chassis of the car. George had a tough time to look for a place where he could get the pipes bent the way he wanted.
“Finally I found a place near MGM college where they could bend AR 2 the pipes using hydraulic benders.” says George.
“People there could not understand the drawings that I had made on the paper which was drawn to a scale .I had to draw the picture of the pipes with actual measurement on the ground with a piece of chalk” adds George.
The car is a creative collage of elements from various other vehicles.

Maruti 800 engine makes up the basic drive train although cheap yet up to date.
To provide the car with a better shock absorbing capacity in order to sustain the ups and downs in rough roads George uses the shock absorbers of a heavy truck.
“ This gives the car a good wheel travel that exceeds the speed cars by several factors” says George.
The wrack and pinion steering is that of a Tata Indica. The car uses a four wheel disk brake system along with four wheel independent suspension system.
Presently the high way speed of the car is some where around 80 kilometer per hour but with a better Honda Type R1800cc engine the car can go really fast .
“It is not the speed rather it is the ability of the car to perform on any terrain is what I have focused on” says George.
Every effort has been made to make the car perfect from all orientation. Technically the car is built on strong basis of construction as well as other aspects of making it more attractive has not been left untouched.
George being a music lover himself has equipped the car with a musical alarm system. The car starts screaming “Do not bother me” on any illegal entry.
George is an American but has spent many years of his life in India. “It would not have been possible for me to work on the car project back in United States because the expenditure there would have been much higher than it is here in India.” Says George
He also threw some light on his upcoming project. He has thought upon designing an aircraft which would be a combination of the best of flying features of a vertical take off and a fixed wing air aircraft incorporated in it.
This would reduce the expense of flying per hour to a great deal assuring more safety while flying.
Ideas that are innovative, creative and new maintain the flow of development in this fast prospering global arena.
Being creative out of the box is what that has made George successful.

OLD BLOOD!!!!!!

2007-07-26T22:24:00.000-07:00

"Ha....Haaa....Hoo Hoo...Ha...Ha...Ha..Hoo.. How often have you laughed with spirit right from your heart?"
"Smile and the world smiles with you,Cry and you cry alone" The satetment is very much true when today's fast moving material world is considered.Stress and strain has piled human minds heavy. We the members of the human community have almost logged off the world of humanism and the world of soft tender sensibility.
"A Smile can never be given away,because it comes back to you "-is what the world should understand now.Conceptuializing and examining the importance of laughter as a therapy,we have witnessed the emergence of various laughter clubs. The Ulsoor Lake water waves at laughing frequency of laughter lovers every morning at six.This is a group of 30 who consider themselves as the youngest, happiest and healthiest people on earth. Having set a very positive attitude they say aloud every morning-"1-2-3 Laughing is free.East or West laughing is the best.Young or old laughter is gold"
"Everyone today has succumed to the vain ornamentation of aristrocasy and sophistication,as a result the world is forgetting how to laugh these days" said Gopi Rijhwani,member of the Ulsoor lughing club."Hence the laughing club is a very noble concept wherein one can eject out all tensions and laugh to the fullest every morning.This keeps me happy for the rest of the day" Gopi added.
"Laughing aloud with perfect breath control releases stress and gives a complete exersise to the body.It helps the body get rid of several toxins."said Laksmi Bolaki,Yoga Theraphist.
The Laughing exersises comprise of variety of stimulated laughing styles like Hearty ,Cellphone ,Chinese ,Japanese,Kanjoos,Hanuman,Pigeon,Silent,Flower pot ,Argument and Cocktail laughters.
"Laughter provides alchemic solution to several health disorders and helps people mantain good health" said Gubby Belliappa,President Ulsoor Laughter club.
Laughter improves Blood circulation,increases oxygen level in the body,improves stamina,releases Endorphin which is a pain kiler ,Boosts Immunity,enhances aesthetic value of face ,controlsdiabetic,heartdiseasessleeplessness,anxiety,depressi
on,tension,migraine,headaches,hypertensions,chronic bronchitis,asthama,etc'said Dr.Abhishek Dey of kasturba Hospital."It is a wonderful nature cure "he added.Every member of the laughing club stressed on the fact that laughing in a group enhances the spirit to laugh and exersise.The happy lot immitates Bear,Camel,Charlie Chaplin in their way of walking.The calm gentle morning oxygen rich air then vibrates with continous claps as the laughter session nears its daily end.'I will not get angry.I will not provoke others to become angry.I will keep smiling throughout the day"Having pledged the laughter lovers pray for world peace which is the ultimate Aim of the laughter club.

"Laughter improves Blood circulation,increases oxygen level in the body,improves stamina,releases Endorphin which is a pain kiler ,Boosts Immunity,enhances aesthetic value of face ,controlsdiabetic,heartdiseases,sleeplessness,anxiety,depression,tension,migraine,headaches,hypertensions,chronic bronchitis,asthama,etc'said Dr.Abhishek Dey of kasturba Hospital."It is a wonderful nature cure "he added.
Every member of the laughing club stressed on the fact that laughing in a group enhances the spirit to laugh and exersise.
The happy lot immitates Bear,Camel,Charlie Chaplin in their way of walking.
The calm gentle morning oxygen rich air then vibrates with continous claps as the laughter session nears its daily end.
'I will not get angry.
I will not provoke others to become angry.
I will keep smiling throughout the day"
Having pledged the laughter lovers pray for world peace which is the ultimate Aim of the laughter club.

2007-07-25T02:17:00.000-07:00

How many times has it happened that you went crazy over something or even at a larger prospective over so many and in a more wider accpetance to all over all most every thing!!!!
How many times the 'missing' factor has really typhooned your mental faculties to a spur of constant disturbance and turmoilt...???
When i say i miss it means a lot of sense to me....un-doubtedly!!!!
Off late it has been a day to day business with me of missing so many things....The 'miss' factor is getting heavier and heavier upon my conscience as i am preparing for the grand finalae of my bye bye ceremony from Bangalore city.....!!!
I don't exactly know what i am wrting now and how the flow of my thoughts will et modulated and to which direction and dimension... and.... twist and turn so please bear with it as u get further...the sense of confusion that is existing now and that which is pretty evident!!!
Is it the feeling of -

nostalgia or
the very succuming of work pressure or one more rather the strongest
uneasy factor -people around?????

I am rightly not gonna start a feature from game show though defenitely and very obviously throw questions and give u options to make choice through it ...but if u do the same there is no point that the thought and comment of yours is left un-noticed or unwelcome....

I am almost through with my purpose-ful stay period in the garden city...this point in time has served me as the greatest learning period for me..

Giving a start to the elemnts of learnings....i would like to go in chronology with the morals draw from incidents and actions!!!!

the introduction to the listing woud rather begin with travelling in a train for alsmost 2 dayz with an unconfirmed ticket....Iagine the pain!!!!!

There comes the next pit stop-landing on a place where the number of known names and faes are just very much countable...or mearge!!!!!Searching for the right place to stay in and ore over searching for the right person to ask help for the purpose of settling!!!

After i was done with that it was my turn now to search my work place....roaming around from the Asian Age,Indian Express....and then finally 2 my dream destination The Hindu....

Lot of roaming around the city...and reporting events....meeting people...spaking 2 them....attending press conferences....enjoying the freedom of expression and gaining a way ahead with gaining loadz of responsibilities!!!!!!

To be continued....got to release a press release ....ill be rite bak....

Why m i here..on BLOGS...!!!

2007-07-25T01:37:00.000-07:00

I love to write and also love -all that i write is noticed and read....more than writing it is the matter of the freedom of expression of-all that which is the outcome of my anxious thought process which moves me on....Perhaps that was the cause of me choosing journalism as my would be profession...
Experience with published journals and news papers like Times of India and The Hindu...urged me to deviate from my original conception about the freedom at press than the conventional process of freedom of press....I again qoute "FREEDOM AT THE PRESS AND NOT FREEDOM OF THE PRESS" wich counts these days...
Now the point is, I feel or rather appreciate the idea of posting stuffs on blogs....no barrier, no editor to chop half of the things that the writer writes....no 2nd thought zone....rather a wide open vast platform for expression!!!!
I am in a extreme mood of spreading the world about the beautiful but most powerful weapon that we all posses today....I end my 1st ever post in this forum and pledge to make the best out of it.....