Quo Vadis?

Got this in the mail some time back and have saved a copy on my workstation, thought I should share it with you. The Lord is my real boss, and I shall not want. He gives me peace, when chaos is all around me. He gently reminds me to pray and do all things without murmuring and complaining. He reminds me that He is my source and not my job. He restores my sanity everyday and guides my decisions that I might honor Him in all that I do. Even though I face absurd amounts of e-mails, system crashes, unrealistic deadlines, budget cutbacks, gossiping co-workers, discriminating supervisors and an aging body that doesn't cooperate every morning, I still will not stop--- for He is with me! His presence, His peace, and His power will see me through. He raises me up, even when they fail to promote me. He claims me as His own, even when the company threatens to let me go. His Faithfulness and love is better than any bonus check His retirement plan beats ...

Have been suffering from a big writer's block and was also traveling a bit so have not blogged in days. It took a scrap from Gayatri that brought me back!!!! Thanks Gayatri. Of late here is something that never fails to bring a smile to my face every time...

Saw this on Lemonade's page and couldn't resist. Don't have an Ipod, my W810 did the job and boy was I surprised with the results. So, here are the rules of the tag 1. Put your iPod (or other source of music) on shuffle mode. 2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer. 3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating! If you think that you can judge my taste in music with this, you are in for a surprise!!!! Here it goes.... "If someone says 'Is this okay?', you say?" Livin’ la vida loca – OST Shrek Wish it were true, life of late is so monotonous that some excitement will surely help "What would best describe your personality?" Scatman’s world – Scatman “.. If you wanna break free, you better listen to me, you got to learn how to see in this fantasy…” Hmmm maybe I should try "What do you like in a guy/girl?" Lady in red – Chris de burgh ”..never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight…” D on ...

This post was spurred from a comment I left on Aarthi’s post. Though the intents of both our posts are as far removed as chalk and cheese that converge on the flimsiest premise like the letter C; in the case of our posts they converge on traffic. I have written a few posts on traffic because bad driving is something that makes my blood boil in a jiffy. But coming to Aarthi’s post, she was writing about being denied the privilege of driving by her dad. I am guilty too, no, I don’t have a grown up girl as yet, but I try to deny D the opportunity to drive alone. It is fine when I am in the navigator seat but otherwise it has been a no-no till date. Not chauvinistic or anything, in fact I am actually an admirer of Alisha Abdullah and look forward to maybe seeing her drive the wheels of a car too on our to be launched F1 track someday soon. But please note that the operative word is tracks, I do not advocate anyone, man or woman to drive for pleasure on our city roads. Drive, if you must ...

I used to think that the word FINAL meant the last. So when someone says the final XYZ, it means that there is simply no more XYZ. I guess its time that somebody explains the meaning of the word to those illiterate announcers on the PA system in the airports. My effort to read the Economic Times was interrupted no less than six times with the following public service message: “This is the final boarding call for passengers traveling on flight number XYZ to ZYX, you are requested to proceed for boarding, I repeat this is the final call…”. When this scenario (min six final calls) replays for every flight that took off in the one hour I had to wait for my delayed flight, you can understand that something is wrong somewhere. The Rajiv Gandhi International airport, Shamshabad is a stunning airport and you can’t help but feel impressed by the massive structure that rises up in the middle of nowhere. Please note that it is in the middle of NOWHERE. It is one big glass and metal structure. Wh...

Remembered an ad of Idea where AB Jr. in the guise of the village headman says that henceforth everyone will be called by his / her mobile number. The ad had a powerful underlying message preaching abolishing casteism with subtle humour. I enjoy watching those ads every time. But this post is not about casteism, it is about the number highlighted in the picture, my alias almost. I have been using this number for the last 6 years, and at a time when people change their boyfriends / girlfriends with the same speed they change their sims I have remained faithful to my number. I still remember my first phone I bought in Coimbatore, a Nokia 5110 (remember the model?), ok some of you may have been in primary school then so I permit you the memory lapse. Many phones have come and gone from Nokia to Motorola to Sagem to Sony Ericcson but 9840080405 has been an extension of me. I don’t know what is so special about the number, but I do remember vaguely that when the girl who sold me the connec...