tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169626732024-03-07T17:05:53.684+05:30Its all about me !!!Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-39704241393075935192019-05-20T10:41:00.000+05:302019-05-20T10:41:03.054+05:30Dreaming of past..Living in the present...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Certain songs evoke blissful feelings in me..they remind of all the good or bad times i was going through at that moment and how i would find solace in music always. The constant companion in my lift has always been music..I could hear telugu, tamil, hindi and english..Not as much as english peela as i might come across...off late i have lost touch of funny words in telugu.mehh..<br />
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When i hear old songs associated with my youth (ayyo already oldah ?? ) i get reminded of all the dreams i had, the impossible looking dream life where i could do what i want, speak what i want (and get into shit :P) eat all i want (bad idea, since i did that i know the results) and travel all i want..live a jolly go life if i may be specific. dont look for the part where i say "Work hard, work smart" shit here. Coz i knew without that none of the above would be possible. I guess i did most of it..well, almost..now should stop eating all i feel like and start running ...<br />
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The songs also remind me of the domestic life i dream t of.. will cook and clean for my husband and kid(s ??) and be a good clam and cool wife...nah nothing of that sort happened. I am a fire breathing dragon ready to bite off anyone's head at all times..Obsessed with order of things and how people talk, walk, eat and shit too...i have become a control freak who can neither live with what is there nor appreciate what is not there...need to work on it before i get older and then get thrown out by my DIL :P..But like all indian moms will say, i do it out of love and happiness of family ! BS i would say but since my other family members wont read it, i will continue to say the typical dialogue..</div>
Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-48181742043161220412019-05-20T10:33:00.000+05:302019-05-20T12:25:00.902+05:30Dream(??) Post<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I want to thank you today (not because it is valentines day) for a lot</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">of things..You know, i never dreamt of prince charming or buying</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">palaces...all i wanted was someone who loves me for what i am, points</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">my mistakes, stands by me as my support and lends a shoulder when i</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">cry..I didnt want someone to wipe my tears, but someone who would</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">ensure that i dnt shed them...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It is not that we are the perfect couple..nothing is perfect in this</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">world..if all we did was laugh and make love, i dnt think i would have</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">appreciated you as much as i do now. You are my pillar of strength,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">you are my vault of confidence, you are the one who are my brutal</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">criticiser and blunt commentator..but still, i know you do all that</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">for ensuring i stay strong and simple..And i love you exactly for</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">that. I Love you and always loved you for what you are and never for</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">what you fake..You dnt know to lie..and i know that. When i pull your</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">leg about a girl or a thing, i am internally feeling extremely proud</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">that you are never going to do anything that will not make you look</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">into my eyes and speak...And i am grateful to god for that...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Conscience is not religious, it is personal..and you have yours clean</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">and i appreciate it..</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">.I dnt know if i ever thanked you for R, but i am doing now. You</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">could not have given me a better gift in life to cherish..I owe you a</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">lot for it..</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">You might not even resond to this...but, that is the way you are. And</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">i love you for not fussing about small things and always pushing to</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">aim big..Let us make this shorter life as sweet as we can.</span><br />
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Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-73224871492545226602019-05-20T10:29:00.001+05:302019-05-20T10:29:13.835+05:30All for the offspring(s)...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Nowadays, i have become a much wiser person...yes, with age we do get wise, nice and wide :D<br />
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Todays topic and my world today is motivated to think of how much and pretty much everything we do for offspring(s). Life is all about reproduction and safe guarding your produce..Think of it..</div>
Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-56908828260477952022016-08-06T08:09:00.000+05:302016-08-06T08:09:07.404+05:30Honesty....my cup of tea !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hmmmm...been quite a while and honestly, there are many things that happened in life and did not have enough energy to capture all...but lot of stuff in the drafts...<br />
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Why is honesty so important ? obviously dumb question...but to me that is what determines why i will never look upto the person again if there is a slight doubt on their honesty. It could be a maid asking for leave by the way of a fabricated story, which is also not acceptable...now i have become slightly better where i confront her. And everyone is strictly ordered, you want to sleep a while longer and bunk, absolutely fine with me, but just be honest. Do not lie. and fortunately unfortunately, i can figure it out pretty easily...<br />
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I have always been brutally honest all my life and got badly burnt as well as i believe in standing by what i say. I had a terrible 3 years at work just because i worked with a psycho and i was blunt about expressing my opinion about that person. I have always gone out of my way to speak for people who cant speak for themselves as i was in the right forum. I have many times recommended for promotions even when the person did not work for me, because i was honest about what i felt about the person. on the same hand, never ever liked people who are opportunistic, sly and dis-honest.<br />
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What do u do when someone close to you lies to you ? It could be a harmless lie, but should it hurt you ? A trivial lie is worse than a bigger one, as you are never going to believe that person ever again...Do you take it in the positive way, see the rationale behind it, or beat the shit out of the person and label them disloyal ? Do you give them a scope for error as they are close to you ? I never handled lies in person life so far. Does it not make you doubt the existence of your whole bond with the person ? What were they thinking. And that too when you lie to a person who can catch them like breeze and you are aware of the fact ? Do you feel that the person thinks you are dumb :) or will forgive taking the advantage of your relationship. It could be as simple as a phone call, but a lie is a lie is a lie. Is lying really so harmless ????<br />
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Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-66523292809748258672015-08-11T11:15:00.004+05:302015-08-11T11:15:56.615+05:30Baahubali...why i hate it ....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am proud of my country and its heritage...but i am never proud of the fact that we plan to compete with the world with stupid things...look we made a movie to match the Hollywood...BIG DEAL..Who cares ? Can we compete for the following and then feel proud to widen our chest in Pride ?? Infrastructure, safety for woman, clean environment, Clean drinking water, pollution free and stress free life, open minded culture..Hygiene to top them all...the day we achieve all these let us celebrate and i will sell all i have and treat anybody and everybody regardless..When an Indian becomes CEO, we proclaim that India has arrived..but did it ever strike someone that there are more Sundar Pichais hidden in India and they are constantly undermined and overshadowed by caste/creed based politics in office ? Of couse IT is not a place immune to this shit..We all are Indian abide by the rule of let us show partiality because he speaks the same language, he is from same place and hey btw, he is my caste too..all this happens polished and professional manner..The day we conquer all our basic problems, we can build an Statue taller than SOL and make movies bigger than Avatar and send missions to Mars..Until then, concentrate on making India a developed and successful nation. Watching movies makes people happy, but our happiness should not end there. We need to think of it as an entertainment only and not makes its success our success...until then, this aunty acid shall wait :D</div>
Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-32716009340186420322013-02-06T12:35:00.000+05:302013-02-06T12:35:03.071+05:30India Heals ???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Is it ? Really ?? I find it quite amusing when people esp celebrities flock to india to mend their broken hearts and shattered happiness. What makes it more funny is that they go back all healed up. Now, everyone assumes india has that magic, but looks to me like there is no such thing. India does not heal anyone...the people ensure they heal themselves. Let me explain a bit here..If india was that heaven everyone was searching for to make one happy, how come the majority in India is un-happy. How come we dont find peace and harmony is what we do and what we have ? how come we have more crimes and clutter all around us ? India does not have anything remotely miraculous. It is just that the so called folks from distant land which has all basic facilities and infrastructure come here for solace. Then they look around and realize that what they are crying for is far more minuscule than what they have back home. They realize that they have 100 times better life and way of life when compared to India and its people. Then they kneel down before god, say a silent prayer to god and go back all content and happy that they are far more privileged and blessed to have what they have..The heartbreak they came with looks silly, the trauma they always thought only they had, looks nothing in front of what a common man in india has to do to get what he wants to live a basic life...So, India does not heal...India is a hell..<br />
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P.S : It is not that i don't like my country, i don't like the way it is right now..</div>
Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-10534671012668590632012-12-05T14:31:00.003+05:302012-12-05T14:31:38.436+05:30Can we hurt our kids ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yes we can. If someone who hits their kids get jailed, so should many of the people around us. Hurting just does not mean causing physical damage. What about all those brainless banter from unhappy grandparents that gets into the kids mind and heart ? what about the constant arguments the parents have in front of the kid all the time ? Dont they cause any harm to the child and his future ? What a shame. We fail to recognize that the bullying kid around the corner or the taunting next door neighbour all cause so much mental stress that we are what we are today. We can not give a clean environment to our kids to grow up. Am not asking everyone to be just nice. If hitting is punishable, so is causing mental trauma. And not to forget those shitty teachers and relatives who take immense pleasure in comparing your marks, manners and what not..and this does not just end at school or home, it continues you like your shadow. The kids are constantly and consistently being harassed one way or the other.And all we do is talk about the parents who hit their kid and have been jailed with disgust. Let us try not to hurt their hearts, their childhood innocence and their unconditional love, then we shall talk about physical abuse....</div>
Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-65337604217222760942012-05-11T14:57:00.003+05:302012-05-11T14:57:57.637+05:30Movie review '3'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I like it. I loved the way Aishwarya Dhanush took the story. But, why portray Dhanush as mentally imbalanced even this time...Is he that way in reality too ? I guess not !<br />
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Movie is simple. Two people totally in love, everything works for them. Everything falls in place, there is money, love, lust, good life, support from parents. But still, things can go wrong. when you have an issue, share it with your partner. you might be causing more damage by not telling than actually sharing it with the partner.<br />
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There are many things i watched and had a smile..The exact way i used to search for a PCO booth to talk to C when my mom was around...All those lies i used to make up to get 2 mins of me time with him..Not that she will disapprove, but she did not know what was happening and i didn't want to tell her until he was sure. There was an incident when we went to shirdi and i had to make these shitty excuses to go out and make a call. I could not get through and was worried the whole way back. Same reaction....of course, C did not come to shirdi on his bike..should pull his leg for that.. The way the heroine hid the laddu...wow ! That is what people in love do. Amazing direction...so close to life yet so lovely !! Many such things...but only a few to divulge in public :)<br />
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The director knows that everyone who have had such experiences would have a spark in their eyes but would never share with others that they were there too...No would tell you what all creepy and shady stuff they did for their love. But, they can very well connect to the scene and subject.<br />
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Next time when you make a movie Aish, please have a happy ending !! Else, your direction was good.</div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-59357196345554181462012-04-10T11:56:00.002+05:302012-04-10T11:56:51.465+05:30Hospitality<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Everyone in and around Bangalore seem to be working on re-defining hospitality. How i wish it was in the right sense. For some reason, you always pay extra to get your deserved dose of respect in Bangalore. Did you ever try venturing into a moderately fancy place in the simplest of your attire ? Be it for a breakfast or a quick bite, they leave no room to ensure they tell you 'We are not for people like you'...What the #$%^. Who are you to decide if i deserve to be in a place such that or not ? I might sound rude, but hey, you bloody work there, forget about even deserving to be a customer. You can not even afford a meal there. Do i behave ever like what i have written above? Never, because i believe in treating people equally and am a strong believer in respecting people for their dignity and never their social status. Many who work in shops and restaurants just decide that you do not deserve any respect purely because the place is meant only for upmarket gang. What a contradiction to they way people get treated elsewhere. I know what i can afford before getting into a place. I have done my study but sadly no one writes about the staff and their service on their web site. Please put stuff like the below, so that people like me who are willing to try your place, will be convinced that the place is worth a visit.<br />
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1. Meant only for people who are beauty queens.<br />
2. We respect and serve people who are willing show their bra strap and panty lace only. Decently dressed ladies are not welcome.<br />
3. If you are planning to get your bike, please do not come to us.<br />
4. We die for fair skinned people. So, if you are a typical south Indian, go abroad to have a decent meal.<br />
5. We detest kids, just because they are yours.<br />
6. We would not have change for people who are not welcome in the above said 5 points.<br />
7. Since we know what the customer likes by their looks, we will not serve fork, spoon, tissue etc. Hey you south indian, cant you use your hand ?<br />
8. We are here to flirt, so if you have a problem with us flirting among st ourselves, do not come by.<br />
9. We tweak the recipe not just because we don't know, also because we think we know better than you. So, leave your brains at home.<br />
10. Finally, we are here for making only money and not serving people like you. You need us, we dont need you.</div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-80465311838444309772012-03-20T15:16:00.006+05:302012-03-20T16:16:17.500+05:30Love...and relationship !<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">Is it what all the younger generation now thinks it is ? Getting cozy and physical ? I beg to defer. I am not that philosophical type who would start shit like 'it is holy' 'pure' and crap like that. Love means a different thing to different people.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; "><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">Love is not just an emotion; love is a sacrifice which you do willingly. Love is what you do unconditionally to people without any expectation whatsoever. Love is what you are willing to let go to see a smile on the other persons face.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; "><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">Having said all the above, love is something that does not start in its purest form always. I would like to meet one person who tells me that they loved did not start due to physical or intellectual attraction. In fact, only once you like a person as an individual, you can love them eventually. So, there is certain amount of selfishness that is associated. You love someone only When they satisfy your personal ego.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; "><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">Whoever wants to tell the society that they dont care about physical aspects should be slapped, the famous 'One Tight Slap' ;)...nothing starts selflessly..I feel even love for a child starts because, they are your blood !! No one loves a chimpanzee and wants to get married to it. So, there is no honesty in such statements. Of course, no one would want to admit such things (except for people like me).</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; "><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">Getting back to the topic of love, most of the younger generation things love is about lust and sex. Love can start with physical attraction, no qualms about it at all. It should just not end at that. That is the message. There is a lot of difference between loving someone for you and loving someone for what they are. The former is selfish, the later is selfless. Of course, i too have loved undeserving people but that was my personal choice..I did it because i liked them back then. It was again my choice and not theirs.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; "><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">When people fight in a relationship, it is absolutely normal. Their end goal should be to be with each other. If the fight is about boasting on how they are adjusting to you for you, it is wrong. Unconditional love is to fight for being together and not finding a reason to run away from each other. Patience is a virtue, and it is applicable to everything in the world including love.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; "><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">Patience, Tolerance and Trust are the key to any love story. Have patience to listen to the person, have tolerance to their mistakes, trust them with your heart and soul. There is no looking back :) Love is non-existent in buying gifts, love is there when you are there, when needed, without thinking about ROI....Easy and Simple !</span></p>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-61400696103685326992012-03-09T16:58:00.002+05:302012-03-09T17:06:19.495+05:30Big boy...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; font-size: 100%; ">The kid completed 5 on 25-Feb and trust me, he was excited so much about his b'day that i was surprised. He never used to care about b'day until a while ago. But, this time he knew exactly what cake he wants and what color shirt he would wear. My heart sank to think that he is growing or </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">honestly</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; font-size: 100%; "> speaking out-growing the kiddie </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">character</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; font-size: 100%; "> :)..but as for all mothers, he will always remain a kiddo to me. We had a small celebration in the apt and all the kids attended. R enjoyed every bit of that day.</span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFMRQiQg1jDuDWf6fywdYI0RBUtynibOKhM0p6LeF0qb3KhFutNQK20E2pou9RW50v58pIZGG2X-zpI4c2Bo1xmnGnTSPwPvcD_LpZUH1-6bCx4gGIWeAPMRf9fFnViPTPrIz4/s1600/IMG_1304.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFMRQiQg1jDuDWf6fywdYI0RBUtynibOKhM0p6LeF0qb3KhFutNQK20E2pou9RW50v58pIZGG2X-zpI4c2Bo1xmnGnTSPwPvcD_LpZUH1-6bCx4gGIWeAPMRf9fFnViPTPrIz4/s320/IMG_1304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717859637502486530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span >Surprise of the day was the battery operated car his dad got for him. He had some trouble operating it for the first 10 mins. Then, like all men, he took to it like fish to water. He was reversing with utmost control and perfection in no time...He drives like a true professional now. I am so proud. I guess like women possess love, affection and care by birth, my honest and strong opinion is that men possess driving or all motor skills by birth (it is one of the skills that am highlighting). Anyway, we had a nice party and not just us, but all the people who attended had fun. Task well accomplished !</span></div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-69043831200200617812012-02-07T12:26:00.002+05:302012-02-07T12:34:34.618+05:30Kini and Co...Navneet Kini and Co..I am totally impressed by their service and professionalism...There are few who actually underplay their knowledge and explain to you with utmost clarity and sincerity and that even for someone like me who does not want to understand the tax rules, things look clear and clean. I would recommend them for the following<div><br /></div><div>1. Professionalism</div><div>2. Sensible amount they charge</div><div>3. People friendliness</div><div>4. Competence</div><div>5. Ambiance of the place </div><div><br /></div><div>They are located at</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://yellowpages.sulekha.com/bangalore/business-services/chartered-accountants/indira-nagar/n-navaneeth-kini-co.htm#">http://yellowpages.sulekha.com/bangalore/business-services/chartered-accountants/indira-nagar/n-navaneeth-kini-co.htm#</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-33820850940245001802012-02-03T09:48:00.004+05:302012-03-20T16:25:29.810+05:30Why do women get the credit always ?I just dont understand that part. Why is woman the innocent and harmless and non-guilty side of all stories ? Can a woman not be cruel and criminal ? I just dont understand..Infact, many a times women are the crappiest and cruelest human beings one can see. If there is a break up the blame always goes to the man. Why is that so ? Can man be the only one having an affair and cheating on the girl ? What kind of fairness is this???<div><br /></div><div> Women can also be so self centered and selfish. I am not trying to do some gender bias here and am not a feminist at all (you should have got it by now !). Are women really the weaker and the innocent side ? Naaahhh...Not at all :|</div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-294310273137723262012-02-03T00:06:00.002+05:302012-02-03T00:15:00.972+05:30Long time...since i last posted anything on this site. Off late i have been neglecting a lot of stuff. Partly because i have lesser stuff to worry about (of course apart from my office work). I have a more relaxed and cheerful (touchwood) env around me now...Thanks to a few bold decisions taken after what seemed like forever. The change in a couple of things made me realize one thing, that no one is a bad professional, you are just a bad person...you become bad professional automatically..Thanks to my ex-boss who made me understand that working with him/her was the worst thing that i could do to myself :)<div><br /></div><div>now, back to the good things, i have made a few friends in the new workplace and enjoy time with them. Learning a lot along with a bunch of new folks is always good :)..you all either understand it or dont he he he.</div><div><br /></div><div>On personal front, i became the god mother for the cutest baby girl and loved every moment of it. Roshan has become more naughty and i am getting more impatient. Patched up with my long lost sibling and cut off a self centered so-called-friend. Stopped asking C about his return and getting addicted to OS...not a good sign sigh sigh !!! Have a strong urge to smoke after someone mentioned that it is a faster way to lose weight :( am just kidding okay.</div><div><br /></div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-55863672741721288302011-08-10T19:20:00.002+05:302011-08-10T19:26:33.238+05:30Blah Blah Blah1. I am happy today because had the most wonderful time@ office :)<div>2. My team floored me with an amazing gift. If i tell you what it is, you will brand me. So, am not telling ya..</div><div>3. I made the perfect french fries ever. Awesome and Crispy yummm :)</div><div>4. I just realized that one of the investments that i did not make was a boon in disguise.</div><div>5. Read a blog post which made me smile away..</div><div>6. Watched a sweet short film on facebook and mighty impressed with it.</div><div>7. I was not upset for the first time (strangely) that the kid did not get any '*' in his homework. Does it really matter ?</div><div>8. Some deals have finally come to a conclusion...Atlast..TG !</div><div>9. Met an old friend and there was an instant spark and gossip :)</div><div>10. R was awake when i got home and gave me the tightest hug possible, followed by 'I missed you' and he really meant it. </div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-73727245465070105052011-08-05T14:36:00.002+05:302011-08-05T14:46:36.699+05:30When it is timeyou just need to go. When i posted about how will i know if am there yet, i did not realize that people and the process around will ensure you understand very well when it is time for you to go. They do not spare a tiny bit of opportunity to stress on the fact that they are done with you, you are no longer needed and that it is in the best interest of you and your self respect that you go. <div>Everything around you reminds you of how all that good feedback becomes irrelevant and un-important as no one cares.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lesson learnt is to not give a damn about anything or anyone and do what you want to do and what your priorities are. Understand that no one cares about you more than themselves, and you are an idiot if you are not giving yourself preference over others and their issues. Now, don't ask me if i was being an Idiot. I hate to admit it, but yes, i was being an idiot :(</div><div><br /></div><div>Please my dear blog, i am not ranting about this above said fact. I have learnt a lesson and i am documenting it so that next time when i want to say good bye to something, i will read this post and not get sentimental about it. If i start getting upset about sly people who are sick and take pride in lying and cheating others, i do not think I can remain insane for long :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Whatever it is, it is time to GO...for GOOD :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-76401629066858381932011-07-29T05:51:00.002+05:302011-07-29T05:59:36.847+05:30What is wrongwith me ? I mean, it is only 5.51 AM on a Friday and am up, with hair oiled, teeth brushed and already typing to post a blog. 5.51 AM was never a time for me to wake up at all. I guess my body is so used to getting only 5 hours of sleep that no matter how late i sleep, i wake up exactly after 5 hours. This is the issue that needs more attention right now. <div><br /></div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-71655783765736570642011-07-28T16:31:00.003+05:302011-07-28T16:40:06.860+05:30Sick..of being sickI am....truely am sick of being sick...Sinusitis is not a good thing to inherit from mom's. Anyway, there are advantages and disadvantages of being sick. You get to stay at home, Drop and pick the kid from school and watch as much TV as you want (of course only till the kid returns from school). You can cook...okay, am sick, that does not mean i am bed ridden. I love to cook and cooking relaxes my mind and soul. I can prepare fresh snacks for the kid as well. Can call people whom you never bothered wish on birthdays and anniversaries. Chat with friends over skype/gtalk/facebook/whatever. You can sleep in the afternoon and wake up 6.45 PM and no one bothers you :)..and above all, you need not goto office and do any work...hurray !!! Dont ask me, if i missed the last one...nope ! I did not at all...<div><br /></div><div>Disadvantages: after 2 days, the kid wants you out of the house, forces you into an auto and waves a happy good bye (finally, got rid of mom! kind of bye...).I am not paranoid about taking medicine, but do not make me do the steam inhalation, i hate that stuff. I can not go and sit in the balcony to watch my bitter gourd creeper in full bloom. I can not sleep holding the kids hand..am sick you know, i cant give him a hug :( and worst, i can not wash my hair..Bloody hell ! I do not like that...</div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-71088671591770081272011-07-12T21:14:00.002+05:302011-07-12T21:17:49.504+05:30I am there yet ???The question currently lingering in my mind is this....I am there yet ? When do we get answers for all these ? Does someone need to tell me the answers is the first question to ask myself...I think i have had enough...and do not need someone to tell me that...Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-9170907915512014572011-06-02T08:17:00.002+05:302011-06-02T08:21:23.076+05:30Reading skills...R : What is written on this ? (holding my id card)<div>Me: Go ahead and read it.</div><div>R:...C..Y...P...R...E...S...S, Lakshmi ( and looks up with the triumphant look which indicates "see i have done it")</div><div>Me:....</div><div>R:Amma, shouldn't they write amma here ? You are amma no ? </div><div>Me: ......</div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-20168060970442121852011-05-06T10:20:00.002+05:302011-05-06T10:25:10.883+05:30Not so good start...I do not like the days when i wake up with heavy heart and unknown depression of sorts...i myself do not know why and how i can be depressed on a bright Friday morning. Not really sure what causes it. I just want to go back to sleep. Is it fatigue ? fatigue after 8 hours of sleep ??? Is it even possible ? I don't want to talk to anyone, don't want to listen to anyone. But, that is kind of nearly impossible to do for me....am feeling so depressed that i can go watch the crappiest of senti movie and cry my heart out...OMG ! something is wrong. Looks like i need professional help here :(Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-24574250079918541172011-05-04T08:00:00.003+05:302011-05-04T08:21:12.141+05:30School days...Part-II read someones blog yesterday which described how petrified that person was during schooling due to various reasons. Since the person was not too good at studies, extremely bad at sport and worse, did not have any friends in school, found it scary and frustrating to goto school.<div><br /></div><div>Which makes me think and thank god for all the good time i had in school. I distinctively remember how the same kind of situation turned completely in my favour...lot of reasons. I was a loner as i could not read, write or understand any language including English that my classmates spoke. I just felt so horrible to be in such a teary situation, far away from parents and sibling...with my hitler's re-birth kind of grandfather. But, the person who made it easy for me was for grandma....will tell about that some other day.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, the first day in school was unforgettable...I enter this place where i dont have a clue what people are speaking (tamil), cant understand what they are teaching (hindi and english) and dont even know how to excuse myself for restroom...thanks to hand signs ;)...I cried and cried myself to bed that night. See, there was no phone to call my mom and ask her to take me back...forget about call, there was no scope to express such feelings. When i type this, i have a lump in my throat. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was very sad. More sad because the hindi teacher had asked us to learn a poem for the class next day and we had to recite in the class. More worry because the hindi teacher knew me through my aunt who was her ex-student. I guess that was the most tense night before feb 24th 2007 night...It was a shift school and started only from 1.30 in the afternoon. Somehow, my grandmother could see the change of feeling and my lack on interest in eating breakfast. She asked me and thats all was needed. The dam of my tears broke open. I cried and cried and was very scared of the humiliation awaiting in the school that afternoon. "I will teach you", she said, and i was amazed. Never realized my grandma could read and understand Hindi. Though she wasnt an expert, she read it, and i wrote it down in telugu (i was from telugu medium school) and memorized it.</div><div><br /></div><div>At school, the first thing hindi teacher en-quired on how many kids learnt the poem she asked us to learn. I realized after 30 secs that only i had raised my hand. Honestly, i was too innocent back then. The concept of 'it is ok to not do homework' or 'it is ok not to answer' was never part of my school life earlier. She asked me to come to the board and recite, and i could see all the girls grinning as they thought i had lied....they knew i had no clue to read one single syllable in hindi....Then, i started reciting the poem and i still remember the way their eyes popped out in amazement. Of course i did not recite with the correct diction, but yes, I DID RECITE the full poem. There was pin drop silence after that. </div><div><br /></div><div>No one spoke for a while and then i could hear the teacher clapping and the class followed...Everyone stood up and clapped for me...I knew that i was no longer an alien there....It was the beginning of being accepted. It was the beginning of a long friendship with all my friends..Humble beginning, i may add. Teacher was all praise as i had put so much hard work to learn and overcome the obstacles..I dont remember what she praised as i could not understand completely..But, i knew that i will do good in this school. I knew that i will be happy there.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-74233194704725148192011-03-04T12:22:00.002+05:302011-03-04T12:24:39.203+05:30I got this... in spite of giving all correct answers<div><a href="http://theoatmeal.com/quiz/twitter_spell"><img src="http://theoatmeal.com/img/quizzes/generated/8_80_b.jpg" alt="The Twitter Spelling Test" /></a></div><div><p>Created by <a href="http://theoatmeal.com/">Oatmeal</a></p></div>Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-57639547123811360482011-03-04T11:06:00.003+05:302011-03-04T11:14:24.975+05:30Walk and TalkYou know what ? I have started to walk to office...it is not a great distance (just 1.5 Kms) one way. But, it feels really good to walk..it is hot, it is tiring... but, i like it. I like it when i have 15 minutes in the morning for myself to talk to myself, so that i can listen to songs on my ipod, watch people, see the world zoom past and feel the breeze from the lake brush my face....I also like the other perks attached....I did lose some weight both from body and soul. Now, that means I need to drink a lot of water, and yes....have been sincere about that as well...Now, where is my bottle..Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-72279891201607318422011-01-29T07:36:00.002+05:302011-01-29T07:40:50.207+05:30Time to switch...I guess with all the confusion about what needs to be submitted to retain my LPG connection, i will go ahead and ditch the govt owned Indane. i.e. If the agency is adamant about my ration card or Election id card, then let be, and am switching to a private gas agency. Hope they too are not interested in my Ration/Election card. Also, i guess its time for me buy a induction plate. That would ensure that i do not spend 4 times the money i normally spend on LPG....Let us see where it all goes....Sri Nagalakshmi karumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247noreply@blogger.com0