tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11966379940169330522024-03-13T11:10:51.752-07:00YochanegaluVanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-6387780718229407282012-10-24T22:56:00.004-07:002012-11-01T00:08:12.071-07:00Exceptional woman – around you<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I knew her over two years from now. She is always cheerful,
happy soul having a constant smile on her face. A mother of three sons and the
younger one is of my nephew’s age. They both gel pretty well and my sister encouraged
this little boy to come and play at home during weekends and holidays.</div>
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I had the opportunity to spend few weeks at my sister’s
place and that is when I got to understand this house help. She took a week off
from work and went to her home town in Tamilnadu. She told me that, there is
some government housing project to facilitate low income group people to build
their houses. She told me “Akka – a shelter on the head is more than a bare
necessity for me. I can clean the houses and earn 3000 IRN per month now, and
1000INR goes for the rent here. If I can have a house of my own I can work even
at my home town and stay there with my kids. Now elder sons stay with my in-laws
and there are not many more years I can rely on them. So I will take the advance
of INR 3000 from each house I work here and pay the government 25000INR to
sanction me a house.”</div>
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Then she did not come home for about 15 days, and of course
we thought she might not come back. One fine morning she came back at 7am and
started working like a normal day. I asked her where was she. She narrated me
another instance of bravery. Her husband and she worked at the site to lay the
foundation and the pillars, as they wanted to ensure the quality of
construction of their new house. She also added, “I am not used to work in the
field any more, but for this house I decided to chip in all my efforts. That
work made me little weak – but you don’t worry, I will ensure your house work
managed smoothly” </div>
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The same day in the afternoon she left her younger kid at
our place and told he has the October vacation now and he can’t be left alone
at house. So he will play with my nephew/watch TV, until she completes the work
in all the other houses for about 3-3.5 hours. We were okay with that, as we
all empathize with her struggle to make ends meet at the same time ensuring the
safety and comfort for her child. </div>
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Once she completed all other house hold works, she came back
to pick her child, her face was swollen.
She told that she slipped in the bathroom while washing clothes. Her
lips turned blue and we can see the blood patches on her teeth. We offered her some general medicine for pain
and oil, told her to relax a while, if she can. </div>
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With all this odds she returned to work next day, with her
little son. But the child really looked dull, she told that, he caught up with
chicken pox. That is something which put us back and we had to tell her not to
bring the boy home and in contact with my nephew, though we knew she can’t keep
him at home alone, neither she can afford to take some time off.</div>
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Next day, I left my sister’s place to go to my mom’s place
and then to my sweet home. I don’t know
how she managed the situation, but I am sure she figured out something. </div>
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I am amazed at this woman with no education, don’t know even
to count the currency notes, but always positive, no complaints at work or the
life situations. She understands the importance of education and supports her
children to get educated. </div>
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Cheers to her exceptional love for life and infinite
positivity. My salute to the exceptional souls around.<span style="font-family: Wingdings;"> </span></div>
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Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-38240151600035503942012-06-17T11:17:00.001-07:002012-06-17T11:18:44.410-07:00Domestic Violence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are constant pressures of performance on both the sides. For men and women. The parameters set to prove what and who they are amazes me many times. Why and what is the need? Whom to prove and who really cares and requires these. And the adopted behavioural patterns and obvious choice of actions (though never could think these kinds of measures do exist) horrified me. And, yes talking about the wife beating in India or /and domestic violence.<br />
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I was watching a television show in the morning and one of the Indian citizen telling that beating wife is a very masculine act. Oops...did I hear right. What is the point in building the family on the foundation of force, violence and pain. What i the point in showing things which are absolutely not required/asked for. What is the point in making your own spouse feel insecure with you.</div>
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There are a number of causes or reasons for a woman to feel insecure in her own house. And majority of them are inherited (like dowry, alcohol, upbringing of the child etc) and some are new. (I think I am scared to accept that fact as I cant not think of any fix for that straight. Women - may be a mother or sister or wife) ...and domestic violence seems to be so much more than husbands beating or abusing their wives .<br />
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Beating/abusing the female society for wrongs seems so right to men? OMG.. Are we so judgemental in deciding rights and wrongs or its just the case of pure anger management? Or its just irrational view of life?</div>
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So sad to witness this in the country where the women is worshipped as goddess lakshi/saraswati, where the happiness of the women are treated equally with the heavens beauty. I am so proud to be a woman and proud to say women are the most rational people on earth. Also proud that women never resorted to any of the violent means to prove their worth. I applaud all people raising their voice against domestic violence and working to improve the victims life.</div>
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**Was watching an episode of "Stayameva Jayate" an Indian television show on domestic violence and penned my thoughts.</div>
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</div>Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-34855641388031879022012-04-15T10:34:00.000-07:002012-04-15T10:34:00.236-07:00Integrity =? difference<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The world seems to be falling apart many times, and suddenly it integrates. At one point every living person is same and has similar needs. Things may change and different with the passing age, but the mind which stays to say yes/no at all times, makes every one around integrated all over again.<br />
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Differences due to material interests set to subside eventually, and the introspection lead to integrity. I am positive that the perspective of white and black changes to grey and every one stay in more composed and united world.<br />
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In this school of life, as Raj always say, we had a little picnic to the world of sea and mountains, green and clean, and to the heart of most warm people on earth. <br />
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Years come and go, and I value it more and more for the lessons they bring, the way they teach me and how they insist on learning.<br />
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A very warm adios to A Coruna. I am looking forward to see you and the happier days to come.</div>Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-43718027147166577762011-10-21T13:25:00.001-07:002011-10-21T13:25:04.265-07:00Isla De La Toja - part 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Being a vegetarian is almost sin in Galicia. The place where the people around the world come to admire the sea food, and you say, i don't want a fish, is almost being rude. Well... with all these, we were hell bent that we will only eat Asian vegetarian food. So begins the search of survival.<br />
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After a wandering for half an hour we find out a place very close to see named a some "rice". We went into the grand place, to see only vegetarian option available in the menu is sandwich. Well it doesn't hurt. We are used to that. A deliciously looking croissant arrives on my table only to discover the truth, that they have put in the salmon in that...hm. No option than eating the potato finger chips again.<br />
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So does the search continues, to the night. Food is such an important part of like, a good food is a simple source for joy.<br />
We found this amazing Italian place "Amalfi" in the north most corner of Spain. We reached the restaurant at 10.00pm and still there was a long waiting line. We waited with much required patience, but the food.. its all worth it. Amazing food, we ate a plate of pasta, two pizzas and a plate of garlic bread. It was awesome. We visited the place couple of times and when it was time to leave, we have packed a pizza for us to dine at home. :)<br />
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This time, yes, we are just about 200km away from where I found it. I am writing about a small island in Galicia called "A Toxa" or "La Toja". An uncut beauty of the nature, well preserved by man.<br />
Since we moved to La Coruna for a long term stay, and being in the first time house wife role, I have been looking forward to travel around and explore the places. And Isla de La Toja was eagerly anticipated visit.<br />
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Well..need to wait for my hubby to get one..long weekend. And that happened on our forth anniversary.<br />
So here we go, around 200 km away from La Coruna, in a luxury car just in 1.5 hours.<br />
La Toja is very well connected through express ways. There is public transport too.<br />
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You can either stay in O Grove or in La Toja depending on the allocated budget for stay. And I would say both the places are equally good, if you don't really care for the hotel name.<br />
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Fisher men community dominated these two small suburbs long time ago and I think even now. Isla de la Toja used to host a European Union official guest house a long time back. This also recognized place of importance. Many rich people have their houses here. They also fund for annual cleaning and maintenance of the whole place and the sea, which would be around 5 million euros. Not forget to mention that it is the entire island is very clean and neat.<br />
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Aquaculture and tourism are the main sources of revenue. However, I haven't seen any restaurants close to see are over priced or try to loot the tourists. It's hard to believe that these genuine places still exist, when you are visiting from a developing country.<br />
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Few photos of A Toxa<br />
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</div>Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-79385734999981492192011-05-31T09:40:00.000-07:002011-08-23T04:56:55.525-07:00Food and Comfort<div>"Oh, yes mamma, everything is set. Just need to figure out some Indian Grocery store or Indian hotel". Told my mom over one of our lengthy conversations.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>This place is one of the most beautiful places on earth, so less de-populated, non polluted and at most clean with beautiful, mountain and the beaches. A perfect climate through out the year. But now I am going to write about the food. How we Indians can just never get adopted to any other cuisine than Indian. Hence when we moved to a remote corner of Europe some time before, my prime concern was to set my kitchen right. And of course without Indian spices and grains it looked so incomplete. My persuit to impress the tongue, made me think about the tastes developed particularly for food. No bar for language/city/climate but I badly mis my own comfort food I grow up with. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Eating habits are influenced by climate and geography. People ate those fruits/grains/grams locally. Used the oil prepared by the nuts which are in abundance in that region. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>When eating or food open up to more than survival need, people started exploring more and more cross border food and the cuisine art developed in to a passionate eating habit. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>With all the exploration the comfort food has not changed a bit. Its stays where it was. The food you eat and grown up stood always at the top. </div><div>And the comfort food makes the life so much more comfortable.</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Cost and the taste of the samosa at Brijwasi, paani puri at Lokhandwala, metro construction all are the same. Some for good and and some not for so good.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>There are so many good things about Mumbai.. oh common, you have not so good things about all the places across the globe. Well...Mumbai is the combination of ambition, beauty and compromising. This hosts the ultra rich people in India at the same time provides the comfort of stay to the poor. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Mumbai is all true colours. From Cuffe parade to Virar, Local trains to Benz.... baar baar... this city is so much beyond believes.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Visit it to Believe it :)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>(Will write more about it on my next trip with picturs :)</div><div>
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No one was tired, no one has wrinkled eyebrows, and every one work for all the three days-day and night <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tirelessly</span> with a huge grin on face. </p><br /><p>I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">miss</span> this huge family of happiness and wish I will be able <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">witness</span> this in future and able to pass on to my next generation.</p><br /><p>Few <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">photos</span> of this great occasion.</p><br /><p>Look at the smile :)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592754157938812434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyTcZRkFLHjtRKpTGvTbot7vbiGSro6ufGyO364mGRx91zhx6YbGQcYmuo-s7cGaRX7Z7XxT_K3L2q4yl2-Sd0dVhMKqa_mNFduWvazA_v9wr6i94UNnKQ98H_q-kYmnvpHMBZW78Mfk/s320/DSCN1755.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592771462483419170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5lG43Izr_XEr5gE3j6C7KUt_B8_dJ7Ag2OP10sZjDORr4bvyW25Hoi3forosufxGtsLc7XuyaAA34bSQ_6yUnYPymIoopWEGy1wLQfuAUjrXmu5HAEXAkA8h1drMgcLasgr52-A_v3I/s320/DSCN2062.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592767263662210626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_DIi1fYVQ-G1B892uj3Jrao1EZ1k_jHFU9NYQCXbmsnoP0eQVaf5ukajkaZ50ZVL0KH26XIDRJS6PuwssaRfsuaizwYPJZeyI4n650aDLgB4ODob1beRIHJga3gNehAK_lAv1C_Ll9pQ/s320/DSCN1757.JPG" /></p><br /><p></p><br /><p>PS: This was a wedding <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">function</span> in rural India, where people work for people and money plays very minimalist role. </p></div></div>Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-55745455719215923612011-02-09T08:07:00.000-08:002011-02-09T09:03:43.031-08:00Blind SideIt's late, almost 2 years. But this has to be told and this is not time bounded. A wonderful concept, brilliant execution and awesome story line. Yes... I am talking about 'The Blind Side', based on semi-biographical story, directed by John Lee Hancock, starring Sandra Bullock and Tim McGraw.<br /><br />I have watched this movie numerous times, and every time I watch, it takes me to the same world, when I watched it first time.<br /><br />An orphaned kid, Micheal Oher (Quinton Aaron) gets into the family of Tuohys. Love and support from the family to get him into where he is good at, playing football, and accepting him as a part of the family is so touching. Micheal's acceptance of Ole Miss (University of Mississippi) subjects to NCAA investigation. Micheal gets upset by the investigation and leaves the place, expressing his doubts of his upbringing has a hidden motive with Leigh Anne Tuohy.<br /><br />Sean Tuoghy words to Leigh Anne " We get close to a boy with one short and pair of T shirts. I would do the same, for any number of NCAA investigations" reinstates the belief that keep doing good things you believe in, irrespective of what word thinks about it.<br /><br />Movie ends with the happy note of Micheal reaching Micheal playing football for Ole Miss and Tuohys staying united.<br /><br />An inspiring movie with strong message of opening up the heart for the people in need.<br /><br />You can see the details of "The Blind Side" at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blind_Side_(film">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blind_Side_(film</a>)Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-59207362164745302132010-11-19T02:50:00.000-08:002010-11-19T02:54:59.042-08:00Oh ChildI couldn't resist recording it.<br /><br />This kid has a set idea. Kids who come in the school bus, are not loved by their mother. If the moms won't come on time to pick them up, again they are not loved by thier mother.<br /><br />So simple yet powerful thought :)Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-32381424019234779792010-11-17T23:53:00.000-08:002011-01-07T05:53:27.532-08:00Remembering Paul CalelloI saw Paul in our New York Office. A short American with Swiss look. (Totally my bias:)<br />My co worker whispered "look at him.. the one with back blazer.. He is Mr. Calello, IB Chairman"<br />I again saw him that evening near OMA office. I went to my desk and search the MxB profile to know about Mr Calello. A Columbia B- school grad, from Bankers Trust to Credit Suisse First Boston to Credit Suisse Group. Most amazingly the way he navigated the bank in last recession time.<br />After that whenever we received the corporate communication about Paul, I always read. Some time in 2009 we received an e mail about Paul's illness (non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma) and his reduced engagement in IB division.<br /><br />And today when I came back to office after 4 days leave, I saw this "remembering Paul" message..shocking though fact. My sincere condolences...<br /><br />In Mr. Brady Dougan’s words "Paul will be greatly missed. For many of us, the simple and ongoing personal experience of spending time with Paul will be what we remember and miss most. I know I will miss having our informal, walk-in business discussions, sharing a joke or a story, or going for a run together. But what he accomplished in his life was exceptional, and in true Paul fashion, he would not want us to focus on the hole in our hearts today. Instead, I am sure he would want us to focus on celebrating his life and accomplishments, on the many good things he did for all of us, and the fun that we had with him.<br /><br />Paul Calello was committed to being a positive force in the world. With his extraordinary energy and enthusiasm, he was able to achieve much in the short time he was given. We have lost a great friend, but his spirit will remain part of Credit Suisse. Please join me in saluting Paul and celebrating his remarkable life. "<br /><br />Columbia B-School set up the "Paul Calello Scholarship Fund" as a way of remembering Paul.<br /><br />Banking community feels the pain of losing you. Paul you are always remembered.<br /><br />**I took the title from CS site. I think there could not be any better way of putting it.Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-15711910148350179752010-09-08T16:54:00.000-07:002010-09-08T21:21:57.930-07:00Life loves<span style="font-size:85%;">A wonderful trip to Niagara. It's bliss to go near rain-fall, completely being wet with mist... a beauty one can capture with mind and soul. Pictures/videos can never do justice. I stopped clicking the photos. My words do fail to explain the state of roaring water, rainbows from the mist...I once thought how lucky the people who work in the tower of Niagara falls state park. :)<br /></span><div><div><div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">While climbilng up, I was thinking about visiting other wonders of nature. Nature and its beuty can never even be compared with anything man made. Nature is really soothing.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">This is how Niagara looks like in my camera-eye. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514762818541179522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswErN92AZkn7NB9_cQqGFwKBKM3vAm2BOGHHX4vRmtNpneZ04qiGDBQ8SECYmkzYO87bs85NXWCUZMAKT6arqH7dZW3OUZ_mAfgYDEnKx0vJ6V86FW9W-7bobFfhRkd3r1m1UAg1fNM0/s320/DSCN1094.JPG" /></span> <div><span style="font-size:85%;">One of the several rainbows...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514762629655566290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZpelGOARgdp4ppPBKFvUaskxtjZ9yTKa93C9tn3O0oMKrJl5p5TOvWV5EgXqbAdZx9MVQFSk6MOiAEL6PvtVEch0plq-yYYA5psVRh3Ng_zo89x_ZRu0Vfz7niS7apJxnaYgqvxZbX8/s320/DSCN0988.JPG" /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">This beautiful dream turned into harsh reality, when the tourist bus met with a nasty accident.</span><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514760886123685186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPgxjvNF9-sY7j-3ftTcIXUOiCPyithHp1RXUJzrDmWhw9UocjNQVz6mEO-fO87IRa9D3vH8tfD9_jjcA46A4w6tQW_TqmnIX97C3pP-mgMOZRyJCJ7VaJcaEbqyhFUBS16oPG5-NkJY/s320/Bus+1.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514761517897636802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryE1fv6NrVIBxGrFqtQ0qcw_yVmcukzWhPyR0TroCumGsTwD2upu2MdeInzB61HxisuviGnKCNOFnD7E6e1b7R6JE3wc8q1C6gkz33u1oQ1AebP3E6C9wGk8NQzo5oSJth6bWvBAEI8E/s320/Bus+3.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514761627057340386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYSWN7XXdJJ7H0HRqg34c1DMEewKWXgdGD1Chg7gFb8FiH33WBdOV9VP_7bBWicpDcRm7V376BaQFYtSZieAr2MTt7l6Jmq0bOX5gAQHJDxrI3mWQFGj3XaPI60923dWNJPpBGd5Ml8I/s320/Bus+5.JPG" /> <span style="font-size:85%;">I was dumbfounded with the conflicting thoughts. Is it a good experience or a bad experience!!!!</span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">It looks like, life tells me again and again "I love you. Never give up :)".</span></div></div></div></div></div>Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-55788538866777923012010-06-15T15:59:00.000-07:002010-06-15T16:31:01.043-07:00Why we hate oil companiesI didn't know actually, I haven't yet complete reading this book. But I choose to select the title from the book written by former Shell president John Hofmeister, who says there are many reasons why people hate oil companies.<br /><br />The infinite mess caused by BP in the Gulf of Mexico and the helplessness to reverse the damage, sends the shiver. Unless mentioned in the book (till now) people do hate the companies like BP for the irresponsible way of carrying the business, damaging the environment it is operating in.<br /><br />Hating BP, however doesn't repair the damage to the nature. It definitely sent out the strong message to all other energy sources/companies not to operate in environmental hazards way.<br /><br />As once said by Narayan Murthy -bigger the mistakes rely on government to resolve. ((Insead-Fontainblue-2008)"If you borrow 100 dollars, it is individuals' responsibility to pay off. If a bank borrows 100 million dollars, it's government responsibility to pay" )<br />Now the mistake (or blunder)caused by BP is the headache for the government and the society.<br /><br />Who and how to bear/reverse the damages..Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-22033341607313334912010-06-13T13:44:00.000-07:002010-06-14T18:39:06.903-07:00ಪಯಣದ ಹಾದಿ -೧ಸಂಜೆ ಆರೂವರೆ ಹೊತ್ತು, ಮುಂಬೈ ಇಂಟರ್ನ್ಯಾಷನಲ್ ಏರ್ಪೋರ್ಟ್ ಗಿಜಿಗುಡುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ನಾನು ಪ್ರಯಾಣ ಮಾಡಲಿರುವ ವಿಮಾನದ ಕೌಂಟರ್ ಎಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಎಂದು ನೋಡುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ನಡೆಸಿದ್ದೆ. ಒಬ್ಬ (ಬಹುಷಃ ಅಮೆರಿಕನ್) ಮಹಿಳೆ "ದಿಸ್ queue ಇಸ್ ಫಾರ್ ಜೆಟ್, ಡು ಯು ನೀಡ್ ಹೆಲ್ಪ್?" ಎಂದಳು. ಅರರೆ, ಮುಂಬೈನಲ್ಲೆ ಇವಳು ನಂಗೆ ಹೆಲ್ಪ್ ಮಾಡ್ತ್ಹಿದಾಳಲ್ಲಪ್ಪಾ!! ಅನ್ನಿಸಿದ್ರೂ..."ನೋ ಥ್ಯಾಂಕ್ಸ್" ಎಂದೆ ಆದಷ್ಟು ಸೌಜನ್ಯದಿಂದ.<br /> <br />ಮತ್ತೆ ಉದ್ದುದ್ದದ ಜೆಟ್ ಸಾಲು ತಪ್ಪಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಮುಂದೆ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾಗ, ನನ್ನ ಪರಿಚಯದ ಜನ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದರು. ಎಂಥಹ ಖರಾಬ್ airline ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದಾರೆ ಈ ಬಾರಿ ಎಂಬ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ದೂರುಗಳ ವಿನಿಮಯ ನಡೆದಿತ್ತು. ಹ್ಮ್ಮ್... ಯಾವ airline ಟಿಕೆಟ್ ಕೊಟ್ರು ಈ ದೂರುಗಳು ಇರೋದೆ. ಒಮ್ಮೆಯಾದರು, ಟ್ರಾವೆಲ್ ಡೆಸ್ಕ್, ಕಚೇರಿ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ದೂರದೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಮಾತು ಕಥೆ ಮುಂದುವರಿಯೋ ಹಾಗಿಲ್ಲ. <br /> <br />ಒಹ್.. ವಿಷಯಕ್ಕೆ ಬರ್ತೇನೆ.. ಏನಪ್ಪಾ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ನಮ್ಮ ವಿಮಾನದ ಬುಕಿಂಗ್ ಇದ್ದದ್ದು ರಾತ್ರೆ ೧೦.೩೦ಗೆ. ಆದ್ರೆ ನಾನು ೬.೦೦ ಘಂಟೆಗೆಲ್ಲ ನಿಲ್ದಾಣ ತಲುಪಿಬಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದೆ. (ಆದಿನ ಮುಂಬೈ ನಲ್ಲಿ ರೈಲ್ವೆ ಮುಷ್ಕರ ನಡೆದಿತ್ತು. ಸಂಚಾರದ ಸಮಯದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ತಲೆ ಕೆಡಿಸ್ಕೊಂಡು ೧.೩೦ ತಾಸು ಮೊದುಲೇ ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದೆ. ಆದರೆ ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕ್ ಜಾಮ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿಕೊಳ್ಳದ ಕಾರಣ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ ತಲುಪಿಬಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದೆ)<br /><br />ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಒಂದೂವರೆ ಘಂಟೆ ಕಾಲಹಾಕಬೇಕಲ್ಲಪ್ಪ ಎಂದುಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತ ಒಂದು ಕ್ಯಾಪ್ಪುಚಿನೋ ಕಪ್ ಹಿಡಿದುಕೊಂಡು ಅಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ಇರುವ ಕೌಚ್ ಒಂದರಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತು ಕೊಂಡೆ..ಕಯ್ಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೆವಕ್ಕೊಂದು ಪುಸ್ತಕ. <br /> <br />ಒಂದೆರಡು ಸಿಪ್ಪು ಕಾಫಿ ಕುಡಿದಿರಬಹುದು, ಅಷ್ಟರಲ್ಲಿ ಜೆಟ್ ವಿಮಾನದ ಉದ್ಯೋಗಿಯೊಬ್ಬ, ಇಬ್ಬರು ಹುಡುಗಿಯರನ್ನ (ಸುಮಾರು ೧೫-೧೮ ವರ್ಷದವರಿರಬಹುದು.. ನನ್ನ ಕಿರಿಯ ತಂಗಿಗಿಂತ ಕಿರಿಯರು) ಕರೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಬಂದು ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದ ಕಾಯವ ಸಾಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸಿ "ಆಪ್ ಲೋಗ್ ಇದರ ರುಕ್ಹೋ.. ಯೌ ಸ್ಟ್ಯಾಂಡ್ ಹಿಯರ್ " ಎಂದ. ಇದೇನು ಅಂತಹ ವಿಶೇಷವಲ್ಲ.. ಬಹಳಷ್ಟು ಮಕ್ಕಳು, ಹಿರಿಯರು, ಒಬ್ಬೊಬ್ರೆ ಪ್ರಯಾಣಿಸುವಾಗ ಹೀಗೆ ವಿಮಾನದ ಸಿಬ್ಬಂದಿಗಳು ಸಹಾಯ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಾರೆ. <br /><br />ಹಾಗಾದ್ರೆ ಏನು ಅನ್ನದೆ ಯಾಕ್ಹೀಗೆ ಎಳೀತಿದಿಯ ಅಂತೀರಾ... <br /><br />ಈ ಇಬ್ಬರು ಎಳೆಯರ ಮುಖ ನೋಡಿದ್ರೆ, ಅವರಿಗೆ ಆವಯ್ಯ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದೇನು ಅರ್ಥ ಆಗೋದಿರಲಿ, ಕಿವಿಗೂ ಬಿದ್ದನ್ತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಒಬ್ಬರಿಗಿಬ್ಬರು ಒತ್ತಿಕೊಂಡು ನಿಂತಿದ್ದರು. ಮುಖದಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾವುದೇ ಭಾವನೆಗಳಿಲ್ಲ.. ಈವಯಸ್ಸಿನ ಹುಡುಗಿಯರು ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಜಾಸ್ತಿಯೇ ಅನ್ನೋಷ್ಟು articulate ಆಗಿರ್ತಾರೆ. ಅದಿಲ್ಲಾಂದ್ರೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಮಟ್ಟಿನ ಅಸಹನೆ, ಸಿಟ್ಟು ಅಥವಾ ಅಸಹಾಯಕತೆ ಅಂತು ಇರಲೇ ಬೇಕು. ಸಾಲಿನಿಂದ ಹೊರಗೆ ಕರ್ಕೊಂಡು ಬಂದು ಸಾಲಿನ ಕೊನೆಗೆ ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸಿದರೆ ನೀವ್ ಸುಮ್ನೆ ಇರ್ತೀರಾ? <br /> <br />ಐದು ನಿಮಿಷ ನಾನೇನು ಗಮನಿಸಿಲ್ಲ ಅನ್ನೋ ಹಾಗೆ ಪುಟ ತಿರುಗಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಕುಳಿತೆ. ಆದ್ರೆ ಈ ಮರ್ಕಟ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಇದೆಯಲ್ಲ... ಮತ್ತೆ ಅವರನ್ನೇ ಗಮನಿಸೋದಕ್ಕೆ ಶುರು ಮಾಡ್ತು. ಇಬ್ಬರು ಹುಡಿಗಿಯರ ಕಯ್ಯಲ್ಲು ನೇಪಾಳಿ ಪಾಸ್ಪೋರ್ಟ್. ಅಷ್ಟರಲ್ಲಿ, ಕೌಂಟರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದ ಜೆಟ್ ಉದ್ಯೋಗಿ ಅವರನ್ನ ಕರೆದು "ಇಮಿಗ್ರೆಷನ ಅವ್ರು ತಿರಸ್ಕರಿಸಿದ್ದಾರಲ್ಲ .. .. ನೀವು ಇನ್ನು ಈ ಕೌಂಟರ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಚೆಕ್ ಇನ್ ಮಾಡೋ ಹಾಗಿಲ್ಲ.. ಹೋಗಿ..ಹೋಗಿ" ಎಂದು ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್, ಹಿಂದಿ ಎರಡು ಭಾಷೆನಲ್ಲು ಜೋರು ಜೋರಾಗಿ ಹೇಳಿದಳು. ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ ಹುಡುಗಿಯರ ಮುಖ ನೋಡಿದೆ, ಅದೇ ನಿರ್ಲಿಪ್ತ ಭಾವನೆ. ಅದು ಅವರಿಗೆ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದೆ ಅಲ್ಲವೇನೋ ಎಂಬಂತೆ. <br /><br />ಅಷ್ಟರಲ್ಲಿ ತಿರುಗಿ ಬಂದ ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬ (ಮೊದಲು ಅವರನ್ನ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸಿ ಹೋಗಿದ್ದನಲ್ಲ ಆತ) ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಮಟ್ಟಿನ ಕಥೆ ಹೇಳಿದ. ಆ ಇಬ್ಬರು ಹುಡುಗಿಯರಿಗೂ, ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ಆಗಲಿ ಹಿಂದಿಯಾಗಲಿ ಬರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ದುಬೈಗೆ ಹೋಗುವ ಟಿಕೆಟ್ ಇದೆ ಅವರ ಬಳಿ ಆದರೆ ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಪೂರಕವಾದ ಇನ್ಯಾವುದೇ ಕಾಗದ ಪತ್ರವಿಲ್ಲ. ಇಮಿಗ್ರೆಷನ ಅವ್ರು ಪಾಸು ಮಾಡೋದಿಲ್ಲ ಎಂದು ಹೇಳಿಬಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಆದ್ರೆ ಈ ಹುಡುಗಿಯರಿಗೆ ವಾಪಸ್ ಎಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಹೋಗಬೇಕು ಅಥವಾ ಹೋಗಬೇಕು ಎಂದು ಅರ್ಥವೇ ಆದಂತಿಲ್ಲ.<br /><br />ಇಂಥಹ ಕೇಸ್ಗಳು ಅಪರೂಪವೇನಲ್ಲ.. ಆದ್ರೆ ಅಪರೂಪಕ್ಕೆ ನೋಡೋ ನನ್ನಂಥವರಿಗೆ ಬಹಳಷ್ಟು ಕನಿಕರವಾಗುತ್ತೆ. ಯಾರದೋ ಮನೆಯ ಕೆಲಸಕ್ಕೋ ಅಥವಾ ಇನ್ಯಾವುದೋ ಕೆಲಸಕ್ಕೋ, ದುಬೈ ಅಂತಹ ಪ್ರದೇಶಕ್ಕೆ ಹೊರಟಿರುವ ಇವರಿಗೆ, ಯಾವುದೇ ಕನಿಷ್ಠ ಮಾಹಿತಿಯೂ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಯಾವ ಕೆಲಸದ ಮೇಲೆ, ಎಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದೇವೆ ಎಂಬುದರ ಅರಿವೂ ಇದ್ದಂತಿಲ್ಲ. <br /><br />ಪ್ರತಿದಿನವೂ ಇಂಥಹ ಹಲವರು, ಆ ದಿನದ ರೆಜೆಕ್ತ್ ಫೈಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಸಂಖ್ಯೆಯಾಗಿ ಮುಕ್ತಾಯವಾಗುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಅವರ ಬವಣೆಯ ಬದುಕು ಆದಿ ಅಂತ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಮುಂದುವರಿಯುತ್ತದೆ.Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-12302465841010577612010-06-12T17:54:00.000-07:002010-06-12T19:15:52.505-07:00Life & RandomnessSara <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Ferguson</span>, Duchess of York was talking to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Oprah</span> Winfrey about how <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">chronically</span> she pushed herself which led to the vicious scandal for 40,000 dollars.<br /><br />Sara <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Ferguson</span>, Duchess, led a red carpet life in a royal place with the royal family, is struggling to make some thousand dollars.<br />Oprah Winfrey, came up a long way in life looks at Sarah with "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unbelievable</span>" look.<br /><br />Watching this Oprah episode, I can't help thinking about the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">randomness</span> of life. Life gives an option to live, but there is no real strategies apart from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">living</span> it as it comes. What ever is the plan, strategy, and the way you live, tomorrow is totally unpredictable. I can give many more examples about how life changes randomly, for better or worse its random.<br /><br />However life is not defined by randomness, human will is supreme. Need to accept the element of randomness and work on the will power. :)Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-75651952461983913102010-06-04T20:23:00.000-07:002010-06-04T20:34:53.217-07:00UncertaintyUncertainty<br />= hopes<br />= guts<br />= tolerance<br />= patience<br />= perspective<br /><strong>And<br /></strong>Uncertainty<br />= desperation<br />= grievance<br />= anxiety<br /><br />I think uncertainty is what time makes bright. If everything is certain, how boring life could be.<br />For me, certainty looks like end of beatiful dream, a realized dream like retiring from a successful career.Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-49639839520897973632010-05-14T13:38:00.000-07:002010-05-14T13:41:59.941-07:00Banking on Life<p><br />I got my life with a forward contract for a premium price thinking that the spot price will be high in future.<br />I hedged it with another person who agreed to join hands in this contract.<br />After more than a quarter century I realized that, it wasn't a forward but future contract. The regulator here, had fixed the price tag while entering the contract. (Ignorance of law is no excuse !!)<br />Hedging doesn't mean anything in the time of crash.<br />We together agreed that life takes it own time to get corrected. We are forgetful about the crash and keep investing with different notions. Till the time we live, we are bound to go through the recessions, go through the booms.</p><p> </p><p>**Thanks to Credit Suisse "Banking on Voluteers" tag line.</p>Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-65815453892783905832010-03-17T06:39:00.000-07:002010-05-17T14:58:28.693-07:00Papaya Boy<span style="font-size:85%;">One more memorable trip to Bangalore. The city I always love because of my near and dear ones.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This time I got a chance to spend lot of time with my nephew and got to see better, the imaginary world of a kid. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">How natural and genuine they are with what they want. He always want the papaya, plays with papaya and likes all the papaya street vendors. Any story he is telling or listening must have a papaya tree with yellow and green papaya, the papaya vendor near his house (Jaggesh - who always keep the better papaya for Ani..later my sister told me they don't know his real name) and every tree which grow small papaya for him.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If you talk anything apart from papaya, cows, dogs, birds (bulbul, which only eats yellow papaya and leaves the green one for my nephew) or coconut, that's of no worth to listen. After all his world is all real. No artificial toys, puppies or machines.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Every street dog knows him, I think even the birds on the coconut trees know him and listen to him.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No wonder they are smart, and these kids are getting smarter. They are simple, honest, fiercely know what they want (no business school is required for that), know what they want to listen (no meditation is required for that) and perfectly determined in getting the thing in their mind.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">That's why the kids are wiser than adults. Aren't they?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-4074564516103736202010-02-26T02:22:00.000-08:002010-03-05T01:04:00.773-08:00A Salute to Pt. Puttaraj Gawai<div><span style="font-size:85%;">A finest musician, a gifted writer, a wonderful humanitarian and above all an ideal to selfless living, Pandit Puttaraj Gawai, well deserved PadmaBhushan Award.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Congratulations Mr. Puttaraj Gawai.</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445072804998967538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggcNW3hFKteulsBe3GRMB_Rp20pSBuc0uJQA6ooAuTOxiVZrwqKCVgzf5ripr-B7ZrOKOd9x1qLihUe9eqgQ11pc5Q6b3UmcUQFIlC-B6d3oMjdUdhOUNH3WXfV0kz9Q7JuyoK5i13uic/s320/Puttaraj.gif" border="0" /><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">A born blind, created/made the life of thousands of blind and poor children. Overcome the limitations of physical handicap and grown the the height any normal person need to look up to. I never wonder why the people of North Karnataka worship him as living god.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">**(Photo from Internet)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">**More Information on Puttaraj Gawaiji : www.puttarajgavaiji.com</span></div></div></div>Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-2595827470243069092010-02-22T23:19:00.001-08:002010-02-22T23:19:09.090-08:00Your Shot Jigsaw Puzzle<script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/493da5cc4b9db210/4b83816bcbefa6fd/493da5cc4b9db210/1fe35afc/widget.js"></script>Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-68248534099660900692010-01-21T23:11:00.000-08:002010-01-21T23:17:12.117-08:00Woman, India and facts<span style="color:#000099;">Hi, How are you doing Venessa, I am Vanita.<br /></span><span style="color:#993300;">Hi, take out my coat, and sit</span>. (She puts her coat in the visitor’s chair, where I supposed to sit). She greeted be back, thanks GOD. Otherwise I am used to all the cold welcomes from these high profile teams and will take the chair without being offered.<br /><br />I looked at her, she is carrying, may be in 7th or 8th month, and I am a prospective candidate too. So we can definitely talk these things and have a little good conversation to begin with. I asked her<span style="color:#000099;"> ‘how many more months?’</span>, <span style="color:#660000;">‘Till December exactly like you’</span> (I am supposed to complete the project by December and leave the team). ‘<span style="color:#000099;"> So..Have you started shopping for the baby’</span> (They do it America, as they have to manage every bit of life independently; they finish of the baby shopping before delivery)<br /><span style="color:#660000;">‘Yeah.. I did, it's a baby gal, I love to shop for gals’</span> (Of course, America is always consumerist)<br /><br />Now I did the mistake of my life, trying to give a bit out side America. I told her, In India, sex of the fetus will not be revealed. It is not yet legal and common. So we all need to wait till the delivery to determine the sex of the baby.<br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Yeah…. obviously, in your country they kill the baby gals, and also females in many names.<br /></span><br />Are we...really... I just can't accept this as fact!!!!Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-65652496051189469112010-01-15T00:07:00.000-08:002010-01-15T00:13:47.028-08:00Living lifeNot all the time our print <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">media</span> is praised. But I should <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">praise</span> them today for printing this photo.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14g-0qcl30ACWos8YwOrEtMti8Dt_-wSze39B4B_KNE_JuZFz9qFVdJoQK8SJhlPK0xBo8XmyqQ9ancaACYqyfjz8TwVV2D3C2QO63w7sBo8qWKU4AC1AVptjeeiqvDcathQwaytyYCk/s1600-h/Zeal.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426875498788560754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14g-0qcl30ACWos8YwOrEtMti8Dt_-wSze39B4B_KNE_JuZFz9qFVdJoQK8SJhlPK0xBo8XmyqQ9ancaACYqyfjz8TwVV2D3C2QO63w7sBo8qWKU4AC1AVptjeeiqvDcathQwaytyYCk/s320/Zeal.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am sitting at my desk, not even bothered to see, what is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">happening</span> out side, it is just another <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Friday</span> for me. Finish of the work and go home tired.<br />This old man, (might have seen many solar eclipse) is so enthusiastic to see what is happening around with child like curiosity. Isn't this called living the life?Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-61699593522901936232009-12-11T20:43:00.000-08:002009-12-12T21:09:25.816-08:00Au revoir NYCMy first NYC trip is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">coming</span> to an end... will be leaving <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tomorrow</span>. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">miss</span> the NYC subways, squirrels and pigeon in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Madison</span> park, shopping on 34 street, walk in the B<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">attery</span></span> park, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">croissant.............</span> :)<br /><br />I like this place (I like majority of the places I visited), but time to leave...many more miles to walk before the night sets in. And excited to see my people back at home, sweet home.<br /><br />Bye NYC, till I come back again.Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196637994016933052.post-1995574211495840242009-12-11T19:55:00.000-08:002009-12-11T20:34:33.845-08:00InstitutionalizationBrooks was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sentenced</span> for 50 years. On the day of his release, he tries to kill another prisoner and breaks down. Then Red says " These walls are funny, first you hate them, then you get used to them, then you get depend on them. That's institutionalized".<br /><br />This is a scene in ''<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shawshank</span> Redemption'' which made me to think, are we all under ''institutionalized'' effect? At work, at home... sticking on to something...... getting institutionalized.... without our knowledge?<br />When I started my job, I thought it's just a stop gap option, then I thought ''<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Ok</span>, I got settled here, why to hop companies'', and now I think ''what do I do if leave''.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Institutionalization</span> can be both <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">positive</span> and negative.<strong><em> It's all about being aware on what is happening with you, and choose the most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">positive</span> impacts.</em></strong><br /><br />By the way, Raj, if you get a chance', do watch this movie ''<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shawshank</span> Redemption'', may be during P2-P3 break? :)Vanita Hegdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929832501300264065noreply@blogger.com0