Monday, February 26, 2007

Life is Good :)

Going back home, bloggers.

Part of life i missed....

My son had his interview for joining school.

All the school teachers knew him as his sisters are already studying in the same school. Two of the teachers interviewed him and my wife said he sat there with a shy smile. He gave only one answer - Green. Thank God, they did not stir his mouth...

My daughters did great in their sports and i was not there to watch it. they made me feel proud.

marina beach family get together and milagai bajji's

marina beach... milagai bajji... seem to rhyme.

Life rolls on... let me do some catching up :)

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Pebbles and life :)

A good one... all should read!!!
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Many years ago in a small Indian village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a village money lender. The money lender,who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer's beautiful daughter.
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So he proposed a bargain.He said he would forgo the farmer's debt if he could marry his daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the proposal. So the cunning money-lender suggested that they let providence decide the matter.
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He told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would have to pick one pebble from the bag.
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1) If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father's debt would be forgiven.
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2) If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father's debt would still be forgiven.
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3) But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into jail.
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They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the farmer's field.As they talked, the money lender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick a pebble from the bag.
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Now, imagine that you were standing in the field. What would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you have told her? Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:
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1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble.
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2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the money-lender as a cheat.
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3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to save her father from his debt and imprisonment.
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Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking.The girl's dilemma cannot be solved with traditional logical thinking.Think of the consequences if she chooses the above logical answers.
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What would you recommend to the Girl to do?Well, here is what she did ....The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble.Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles."Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked.
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"Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked the white one. And since the money-lender dared not admit his dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into anextremely advantageous one.
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MORAL OF THE STORY:Most complex problems do have a solution. It is only that we don'tattempt to think.Start your day with this thought provoking story and have a nice day.

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A sardar went hunting one day in Ontario and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home when he wasconfronted by an ornery game warden who didn't like sardars.
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The game warden ordered the sardar to show his hunting license, and the sardar pulled out a valid Ontario hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt, and said, "This duck ain't from Ontario. This is a Quebec duck.You got a Quebec hunting license, boy?" The sardar reached into his wallet and produced a Quebec hunting licence.
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The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said "This ain't no Quebec duck. This duck's from Manitoba. You got a Manitoba license?" The sardar reached into his wallet and produced a Manitoba hunting license.
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The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said, "This ain't no Manitoba duck. This here duck's from Nova Scotia. You got a Nova Scotia hunting license?" Again the sardar reached into his wallet and brought out a Nova Scotia hunting license.
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The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the sardar "Just where the hell are you from?"The sardar smiled turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said,
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"You tell me, you're the expert."

That was a funny one i relly enjoyed.

Pebbles and life :)

A good one... all should read!!!
-
Many years ago in a small Indian village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a village money lender. The money lender,who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer's beautiful daughter.
-
So he proposed a bargain.He said he would forgo the farmer's debt if he could marry his daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the proposal. So the cunning money-lender suggested that they let providence decide the matter.
-
He told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would have to pick one pebble from the bag.
-
1) If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father's debt would be forgiven.
-
2) If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father's debt would still be forgiven.
-
3) But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into jail.
-
They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the farmer's field.As they talked, the money lender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick a pebble from the bag.
-
Now, imagine that you were standing in the field. What would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you have told her? Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:
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1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble.
-
2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the money-lender as a cheat.
-
3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to save her father from his debt and imprisonment.
-
Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking.The girl's dilemma cannot be solved with traditional logical thinking.Think of the consequences if she chooses the above logical answers.
-
What would you recommend to the Girl to do?Well, here is what she did ....The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble.Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles."Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked.
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"Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked the white one. And since the money-lender dared not admit his dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into anextremely advantageous one.
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MORAL OF THE STORY:Most complex problems do have a solution. It is only that we don'tattempt to think.Start your day with this thought provoking story and have a nice day.

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A sardar went hunting one day in Ontario and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home when he wasconfronted by an ornery game warden who didn't like sardars.
-
The game warden ordered the sardar to show his hunting license, and the sardar pulled out a valid Ontario hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt, and said, "This duck ain't from Ontario. This is a Quebec duck.You got a Quebec hunting license, boy?" The sardar reached into his wallet and produced a Quebec hunting licence.
-
The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said "This ain't no Quebec duck. This duck's from Manitoba. You got a Manitoba license?" The sardar reached into his wallet and produced a Manitoba hunting license.
-
The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said, "This ain't no Manitoba duck. This here duck's from Nova Scotia. You got a Nova Scotia hunting license?" Again the sardar reached into his wallet and brought out a Nova Scotia hunting license.
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The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the sardar "Just where the hell are you from?"The sardar smiled turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said,
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"You tell me, you're the expert."

That was a funny one i relly enjoyed.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Ucal Blind rally !!!















Rally flagged off by Writer Kanimozhi

We attended the blind rally again this year. For people who are not aware.The UCAL annual car rally, where drivers are given authorised blind navigators who read maps in Braille, while we follow their instructions.
The visually impaired navigators are certified by the National Association for the Blind. The 50.03 km rally is based on the time, speed and distance format and is supposed to take 124 minutes.

Last year we had participated in the same rally and as i jumped one of the check points (avasaram, avasaram) we lost. This year we made a resolution not to miss any check points. As usual my daughter wrote what Mr. Muthu(our blind navigator) dictated and handed it over to my wife in the front seat. My wife read out the instructions and excited she was , started giving her own directions/asumptions too. As usual (illati life'il kala kalapu irukathu) we went into an argument. stopped the car. the blind man was having fun (like listening to a serial from last year). we then sorted our differences and continued.

We achieved our goal of getting through all the check points, though we did not finish at the top. But then we had lots of fun and so did Mr.Muthu

Sunday, February 04, 2007

As time passes away...





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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. ...
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. ...
Every year is getting shorter; never seem to find the time...
-- "Time" from The Dark Side of the Moon: Pink Floyd
Remember the days when we were kids my mom asked us whether we wanted to learn music. Her friend was a music teacher and asked us to learn some musical instrument from her. We had all the time in the world to fly kites, play cricket, theeefan polis, ice boy (find out these games) and even play thayam, chozhi... with the akka's above our house... but music ! no time for that nonsense.
Years have rolled.... my wife made sure that all my kids learn music. they are learning piano and doing their grades. They had a bit of starting trouble but my wife's insistence paid off.
my mom said atleast start learning with them.... mara mandayil engay eruthu... too old for that i told her. she told me that mebbe she should have been a bit more strict with us like how my wife was... when i told her how i felt bad that i did not have any special talent. thought i saw a drop of tear in her eye.
I told her don't worry and enjoy ur grandkids music... and one day when these kids do a recital i said i would be on the stage too turning the page on the music sheet.
Anyway my neighbours know the value of my music... cause when i sing all his donkeys return to his house, scared stiff.
It's never too late. thats what i tell myself, being telling all along.....