Anuradha Sridharan

This was how my mind was singing with joy and excitement on Sunday night. Amusement parks always amuse me. Thrilling rides that send a chill down your spine, Screams that you let out though you are not that scared, Exploring the unexplored, graduating slowly through the levels of toughness of the rides and finally returning home with exciting experiences are all that amusement parks offer. The day dawned. An unusual Monday morning. No blues or greens. Just a sense of anxiety. A team outing on a Monday to Wonderla. Can you ask for more? I got myself ready and left for office. We had planned to leave by 9.30 but we were late by 30 minutes as usual. Indian stretchable time, I suppose. Since the traffic was not that bad, we managed to reach the place by 11.10. It was very surprising to see so many kids and youngsters waiting in the queue. Finally we got the tickets and entered the park at 11.40. Our first battle was against a hurricane. Don't worry, it's not Rita or Katrina that sm...

I'm pondering now, deeply, about what I have for my precious blog. Thoughts flowing like Niagara falls but they don't stop for me to pen down. I need Dumbledore's pensieve, I guess. What to write about in my blog? Perhaps, about my blog itself and the wonderful experiences that came along with it. If you notice, my first post was in June 2004, titled "Cup of Coffee". A real life experience which I managed to put it in words. Yes, I managed it. I can always speak about a particular incident. But when I want to write it, I always felt a roadblock. Pen tip touching my diary's pages while my mind is searching for appropriate words. That was how I felt until June 2004. Then this amazing phenomenon called blogging entered my life and everything changed. I'm not exaggerating here. Unless your communication is effective, it's very difficult to succeed in this high-competition, fast-paced world. I believe this concept to the fullest. That's what is motivati...

Tagged by CK Clear blue sky Lush green fields Fully grown coconut trees Triangle shaped sand temples Fresh water lake Infant's innocent smile Dew drops on leaves Little lamp near a Tulsi plant Pulley on top of the well Sounds of the temple bell Calf running towards his mom Ganesha idol at the foot of banyan tree Jasmine flowers Steam engines Malgudi's essence RK Narayan novel Slow moving clouds White spotted deers Soothing flute music Hot cup of cardamom tea Early morning Temple hymns Sunset evening Pretty rainbow Twinkling stars Bright full moon Snow clad mountains Crystal clear stream Slight drizzle Milk cooker whistle Refreshing lemon juice Lunch on plantain leaf Ambrosial filter coffee prepared by father, Watching one day cricket accompanied by brother Whole hearted laugh with loved ones, Special someone's hug and supporting words Precious life this is God's gift of love.

Tagged by my hubby New year has always been very special to me. It gives an opportunity for a new beginning, a fresh start and time to look back on what I have accomplished in the past year. I had set a few resolutions/ goals for 2005, have made progress on a few of them but have broken some resolutions. Anyway, no harm in trying them next year as well. Yes, I do believe in trying again and again and again.....Will list down what I have accomplished this year sometime in the end of December after I do a thorough analysis. Here I go....with a few resolutions for 2006 in order of priority 1) Get up at 5 AM everyday (This was one of my goals for 2005 but never managed to accomplish it for more than 3 days) 2) Do some physical activity for an hour everyday to keep my body in good shape (Have learnt a bit of Yoga/Pranayama, tried jogging for a couple of weeks and off late, doing some skipping. But very very irregular in 2005) 3) Learn to play violin (Have been postponing this for the past 2...

I have been hearing from quite a number of people about the relevance of management education. Why is there so much of hype and attention given to MBA? Is it justified? Does it give hollow confidence to callow students? I'm going to list down my answers to these questions. The following are my personal opinions and they might contradict with others. The world is in such a volatile state these days that unless and until you diversify, it is very difficult to survive in any industry. This volatility is very well exposed by the information technology industry's ups and downs in the past decade. The trends are changing. Times when our parents and relatives would work for a single organization throughout their career are gone. People are looking for a change these days. The risk taking abilities of people are also flourishing. Job hopping and industry hopping are no longer alien terms. In such changing times, a management degree gives the much needed fillip for youngsters to pursue ...

அம்மாவின் நீங்காத அரவணைப்பு தங்கை பாப்பாவின் புன்சிரிப்பு நெய் சாதத்தோடு பருப்பு கொடுப்பது பாட்டியின் பொறுப்பு தாத்தா கடை இனிப்பு தம்பியின் கண்களில் பூரிப்பு நண்பர்களின் விளையாட்டு அழைப்பு ஓடினான் போடாமல் செருப்பு யாரும் காட்டவில்லை வெறுப்பு எதற்கும் இல்லையே மறுப்பு வளர்ந்தான் மனதில் சினப்பு மேஜையில் புத்தகங்கள் குவிப்பு கண்டான் உலகின் செழிப்பு சொந்த அலுவலகத்தின் திறப்பு அழகியின் முகம் சிவப்பு அவளில்லாமல் அவனுள்ளம் தவிப்பு சென்ற பாதையில் குடிப்பு வாழ்க்கை ஆனதே இழப்பு தாயின் மடியில் பிறப்பு எமனின் கைகளில் இறப்பு நடுவில் வாழ்வதே சிறப்பு....

A memorable day it was. Third day of the third test match between India and Australia in Chennai. The day before, Sudha (my brother) and I were so desperate to go for the match. Thank God, both of us had study holidays during that time. So no need to bunk college. We departed from our home at 5.30 am. Reached the stadium at 6.45 am. To our shock, there was a huge crowd with the queue going far and far from our sight, waiting for the tickets and on top of that, not even a single girl in that queue. I walked slowly towards the end of the queue, uncertain of whether we would get the tickets. A policeman called me all of a sudden. I got so scared. "Is the cricket match only for men? Are women banned from this place? Why is this policeman calling me?", with puzzled looks, I walked upto him. He said, "There is a separate queue for women. You need not stand in this long queue". "Where is the queue?", I asked with a low tone. He pointed me towards the ticket cou...

"Ma, I'm leaving for coaching class", says the 13 year old Aravind. "Drink a glass of milk and leave. You had just come home from school", replies the mother. "No time, ma", he says taking his cycle and rushing towards his class. Such incidents have become a common sight these days. Open the newspaper, you see advertisements of different coaching institutes coxing to grind the brains of these young students with IIT-JEE, SAT and PMT entrance coaching classes. There was another unique ad that I happened to see recently. A small kid holding a thick management book with spectacles over his tiny eyes and the caption reads "Start early". Many students in 9th and 10th std are attending IIT-JEE classes apart from their regular classes at school. They are being forced by parents, relatives and neighbours to multitask all these classes and churn their little brains with almost every single concept of Physics and Chemistry. I say relatives and ne...

வானக்கூடையில் ஒரு கோடி பூசிதறல்கள் ஒரே ஒரு மலர்ந்த முகம் ஏ நிலவே !!! யாரை தேடி தேய்கிறாய் தேய்ந்து தேய்ந்து மிளிர்கிறாய் உன் அழகு ஆண்களை வசீகரிக்கிறது பெண்களை தலை குனிய வைக்கிறது உன்னை வர்ணிக்காதவர் பூவுலகில் இல்லை உன்னால் மயங்காதவர் எவ்வுலகிலும் இல்லை அழகின் சிகரம் நீ காதலின் தூது நீ விடா முயற்சியின் மூலாதாரம் நீ இன்ப குளிர்ச்சியின் ஜீவாதாரம் நீ உன் வரவு இல்லையெனில் உலகம் இருண்டு கிடக்கும் உயிர்கள் அமைதி இழக்கும் இத்தனை வலிமை உன்னிடம் ஆனால் ஏன் சிறு கலக்கம் யாரும் முழுமை இல்லையென உணர்த்த வந்த புதியவளே அடக்கத்தோடு இருப்பவளே ஏ நிலவே !!!

கடல் அலைகள் என்னை எழுப்பின முத்துக்கள் காத்திருப்பதை அறிவிப்பதற்காக இடி மேகங்கள் என்னை எழுப்பின மழைத்துளிகள் பொழிய காத்திருப்பதை அறிவிப்பதற்காக இதமான தென்றல் காற்று என்னை எழுப்பியது சங்கு பூக்கள் மலர்ந்ததை அறிவிப்பதற்காக புல்லாங்குழல் இசை என்னை எழுப்பியது நான் என்னை மறந்ததை அறிவிப்பதற்காக..... PS : Both these poems were taken from my boot camp training notes dated July 2002 :-) ..... Guess it's easy to find out who was the inspiration behind these poems.

பச்சை பசேல் புல்வெளி நான் மட்டும் தனியாக இனிய இசை என் செவிகளில் மிதமான தாளம் என் கால்களில் வானம் எனக்கு குடையாக பூமி தாய் மடியாக தனிமை எனக்கு துணையாக வாழ்வேன் நான் நானாக கவலைகள் மறந்து தவறுகள் துறந்து மகிழ்ச்சி ஒன்றே குறிக்கோளாய் வாழ்வேன் நான் நானாக பட்டாம்பூச்சிகள் வட்டமடிக்கட்டும் குயில்கள் கானம் படிக்கட்டும் ரோஜா முகம் மலரட்டும் நீரோடை வழி திறக்கட்டும் நீல நிற குறிஞ்சி பூக்கள் கம்பளம் விரிக்க மூங்கில் மரங்கள் புல்லாங்குழலாய் மாற இசைத்துக்கொண்டே வாழ்வேன் நான் நானாக........

"Leadership wisdom", the latest I read from Robin Sharma's works was an enriching experience. I have read his other books "The monk who sold his Ferrari", "Megaliving" and "Who will cry when you die?". He projects some basic concepts and then narrates them using stories or experiences in daily life. That's what makes his books more interesting and inspirational. Although some of the leadership rituals he portrays might sound idealistic, they are not impossible to implement. What should be the characteristics of a visionary leader, how one should treat his employees, what principles one need to focus on so that his subordinates accept him and most importantly, trust him - you get answers to all these questions and many more in Leadership Wisdom. Julian Mantle, the protogonist of this motivational story after quitting his high profile job of a lawyer goes to Himalayas and returns home with full of ancient wisdom taught by the sages of S...

A severe headache trying to break my head into pieces. Not sure which incident had caused me this pain. Rather I should say, several incidents that are happening in day-to-day life are disturbing me for the fact that things are not in my hand. Traffic jams - Is there a way to control them? Why can't people follow traffic rules? I feel like slapping every person driving a 2-wheeler and rushing through the traffic taking the pavement. Idiots, why you guys are in such a hurry? Is there any Formula-1 race happening everyday on Bangalore roads? I really support the message that Anniyan movie portrays. Only when there is a severe punishment like life sentence, people will obey the rules. Yesterday while travelling by bus, an old woman aged about 50 years was spitting paan all over the road. The government has not asked her to paint the road in red. With no regrets whatsover, she was happily doing that. I felt like blasting her but controlled my temper. I got down the bus when I noti...

This is a kind of a book which you would want to read it on a lazy Saturday afternoon after a heavy lunch. If you liked Five point someone (by the same author Chetan Bhagat), you would definitely like ONTCC. The book starts off with a stranger narrating the experiences to Chetan about six people who work at a call centre in Gurgaon. The whole story revolves around the incidents that happen in one particular night and how the lives of those six youngsters change after that. A very realistic story, I should say. The narration is fast paced, very interesting and ofcourse, unputdownable. But the most important thing that makes this book captivating is the style of writing, in simple English with no complex jargon. I would prefer to read a book without looking at the dictionary quite often. What I look for in fictional books is good time-pass and a gripping storyline, nothing else. For those of you who have similar interest like me, go and grab a copy of ONTCC. Chetan, Looking forwar...

A country rich with different cultures and heritages, My mind full of different thought processes. A country with enormous potential to become one of the powerful nations in the world I acknowledge the tremendous potential within me. Lots of confusions prevailing in Kashmir My head filled with so many whys and hows. A country possessing both good and evil My mind personifies two different personalities. Now I tag Akilesh (If at all, he writes sometime in the future!)

Lights everywhere, Diwali is here. Make your hair oily, Says the old granny. Bright happy faces, Wearing colourful dresses. Lip smacking sweets, Eat them with ease. Friends and cousins coming home, Don't be reading a tome. Fight them for crackers, Come out with flying colours. Zooming bomb rockets, Don't put them in your pockets. Flower pots blooming high, Conveying Naragasura bye bye. Happiness everywhere, Sadness nowhere Asking for this wish, along with a sweet dish. Wishing you all a happy, safe and bright Diwali :-) PS : am taking a short break from blogging for the next one week.

I don't know from where to start. Ok, flashback, turn your calendar pages to August 2005, to be precise, 14th August 2005. That was the first time when I visited Ananya, a school for under privileged kids as part of my first volunteering activity with Dream a Dream . I was feeling very scared. How am I going to interact with the kids? How am I going to be playful throughout the day with a new set of people? I was pondering over lots of questions on my way to Ananya. Finally we reached a place, almost like a resort in Kerala with lots of trees all around the place and small tents here and there. Needless to say, little kids like the fresh flowers in the morning were playing in that place. As soon as we got down the car, the kids swarmed around us, asking for names and other details. They were so open to newcomers like me. Holding my hands with their soft, little palms, they took me on a site visit around their school and showed all kinds of plants and trees, giving a translation of...

Watched a superb movie, Iqbal yesterday. Amazing. Good to see a Hindi movie of this caliber after a long time. Frankly speaking, I'm fed up of watching the same old "Soni kudi", "Mahi ve", "Bada-baap-bada bijiness", "karva chouth" kinda movies. I can't bear them anymore. Iqbal starts off with a beautiful village background and the introduction of the protogonist. I'm not going to put down a set of best scenes here because each and every scene is well crafted in the movie. The story is about how a deaf and dumb person goes all out to achieve his ambitions and how people around him are supporting him in his endeavours. After watching the movie, you get this feel-good feeling and also a strong fire within you to achieve something. Young directors with good scripts have to be motivated by experienced people in the industry and that's exactly what Subash Ghai had done. The Indian Film Industry always clings to the so-called brand names...

The recent controversy between Ganguly and Chapell has hit the headlines of all the newspapers across the country. The manner in which this news has reached the public is simply ridiculous. Why did Ganguly discuss about the happenings between him and the coach with the media? Doesn't it sound so immature and childish, very similar to how a kindergarden kid would complain to his mother about how his school teacher had shouted at him? If he has problems with the coach, he should have contacted the BCCI directly. Why does he have to take the coach's viewpoints personally? All these incidents doesn't auger well for the Indian cricket team. Policies similar to that of Australian cricket team have to be implemented in Indian team as well. If a player doesn't perform well for say, 10 consecutive one dayers or 5 test matches, he should be chucked out of the team, irrespective of whether he is a captain or a favourite of BCCI president or whether he belongs to selectors' ...

I'm not going to elaborate on Darwin's theory of evolution and how homosapiens had evolved from chimpanzees. I want to write about how my personal space has evolved from my childhood. Personal space - one that I always crave for. It's not just the freedom to do what I believe. It also means the actual physical space in my house, which I can say it's mine. I'm always very possessive about my little kingdom. My brother's belongings can never enter my fort. I'm not sure when this started in my life. My toys were usually the kitchen set (choppu saaman in Tamil) in different sizes and shapes - from the plastic model (the tiny blue coloured pressure cooker, cute red coloured pot - Oh, I miss them) , to the eversilver one to the wood variety to the one made of clay. Such beautiful and precious collections they were !!! When I was in class 2 or 3 (not sure!!!), during my weekends, I used to carry my books, all my toys, a cream coloured water bag and a straw ma...

We owe a sincere thanks to so many people in the world. Can you guess who they are. The milkman, newspaper vendor, carpenter, plumber, auto driver and the very important maid servant. She completes a lot of work in no time, far less time than the so-called "upper class" indolent women could ever imagine. But how many of us treat her with respect and deference? This kind of supercilious thinking is existing in our society from time immemorial. If they come late, what do we do? Scorn at them. We never spare a thought regarding the problems faced by such people. The maid might have a moribund spouse or a 3 year old kid down with viral fever. We can definitely figure out if she is lying or is genuine with her reasons of coming late. The culpable ancestors treated her with disrespect and the family tradition continues. How many of our parents permitted us to play with the maid's kid? Was the kid even allowed into our respective rooms? Did we share our eatables with him/her? As...

My taste of songs keep varying but the bottomline is melody. After listening to a song, I shouldn't get a headache, that's the main criterion. "Kumari...." song in Anniyan is one of the nice melodies I have been listening to quite often these days. My mother used to say that Tamil sounds best when it is stressed and spoken. It shouldn't be spoken from the tip of the tongue. You can really get the poetic feel of the language only when you twist and twirl your tongue. This statement proves to be perfect in this song. Shankar Mahadevan's pronounciation is awesome. "En Nenju vimmi vimmi pammi nikkudu", just listen to this one line and you can understand what I'm trying to say. The song is well picturised and the costumes look very apt for Vikram and Co. This is the best song in Anniyan according to me. Unfortunately, Sun Music plays this song very rarely. Often I hear "Andakakka", "Remo remo" and "Kannum Kannum Nokia"...

I'm writing this article after a heavy dinner. A friends get-together. Had a nice, sumptuous Thai food with the usual giggling, cracking jokes and pulling each other's legs. When I just felt everything is going fine around me, this incident happened. The auto driver was driving swiftly so that he doesn't get caught in the traffic signal. But to his utter disappointment, he couldn't make it. He had to stop for the signal. There I was, wondering how so many vehicles were there in the road at 10:30 pm when an old man came upto me, carrying a bunch of earbuds. He was muttering in Hindi "Khana nayi kaya, aap ek packet karedenge to mein jaakar kaoonga" (haven't had my food yet, if you purchase a packet of earbuds, I can go and have my food). I purchased a packet from him, it was worth 10 rupees. The signal turned green and our auto left. Questions started pouring in all directions into my mind. An old man aged more than 60 years hasn't had his dinner til...

No one tagged me.......... So tagging myself :-( Seven things you plan (wish I could) to do before you die 1) Own a independent house with a biiiiiiiiig garden , a tree top play house, a small Ganesha temple at the centre of the garden, a lush green pasture for me to lay down and watch the twinkling stars in the night and a swing on the pasture (so even if I fall down, I don't get hurt) 2) Learn singing and sing a song for A.R.Rahman's music in a Tamil movie 3) Start a chain of book stores all over India 4) Visit Australia, New Zealand. Take a Europe tour 5) Spend a month in the Himalayas 6) Learn to play violin, flute and piano 7) Write a novel (maybe autobiography !!!) Seven things you can do I can.. 1) sleep on an afternoon 2) cook palatable food ( Couple of years back, I thought it's a tough task for me, but now I'm an improved cook ) 3) eat cheese, paneer and still be slim 4) watch Sun Music all day (mad about music , especially Tamil film music) 5) sing whenever I...

A ladder helps you to climb up a certain height. To climb up a particular stage of life, God has made the divine teacher. A teacher helps a young toddler to move to an achiever stage while he/she stands there and observe the results of their noble profession. On this very special day, Dr. Radhakrishnan's birthday, Teachers day, I would like to thank all my ladders for what they have given to me. I still remember how Mrs.Ruby used to teach me the alphabets in my English classes with so much of enthusiasm in my L.K.G and U.K.G and how Mrs.Hemalatha used to narrate the rhymes full of action. I can never forget this particular rhyme "One Two, Buckle my shoe......" when all of us, hardly 2 feet in height would dance to the tunes and express the words. The headmistress of the school, popularly called as "Madam" had the looks of strict and punishing teacher, yet you could feel her kindness once you become her favourite student. Yes, I was one of her favourite stude...

Birthday, first anniversary, a trip to Queen of Hill Stations.....Can a week be better than this? Last week was full of surprises and loads of fun. It all started off with a surprise that I had planned to give Karthi. I wanted to present him our first anniversary gift. But I didn't want to just hand over the gift. I wanted to try something different. Thanks to my first "Dream A Dream" (NGO that we have recently joined) activity, my mind struck a wonderful idea. Treasure hunt in our little home. Ideas started pouring in from all corners of my brain. Most of the clues were focussed on my favourites. You can also call this hunt as a means to identify whether Karthi is aware all my likes/dislikes or not. I had pasted the first clue at the back of our main door. That clue would lead to the fridge, from the fridge, the next clue would lead to something else etc. I had planned as a sequence of 10 clues and the last one would lead to the treasure. The treasure was a mustard c...

Enge sendrai nee engal manidha vazhkaiin oru pagudhi anavane... Annumin nilaiyathil pirandhu mile-gal pala kadandhu viraindhu vandai makkal veetukku un arumai ariyadhavan min visiri pottu sendran adutha veetukku nee illamal kannini iyangadhu kannini illamal iyanga marukkiran engal indraiya manidhan nee illamal thuni thuvaikka marukkiral engal indraiya penn un mel yen ivalavu mogam pala per uyirai mazhai kalathil bali vangi selgirai nee arasangathin alatchiyathirku ennai en sadugirai ena marukelvi ketkirai nee manidhanin pozhudupokkai Or araikul adaithu vittai yarum rasikkamal azhugiradhu thottathu ottrai poo dhoorathu neer veezhchiyai rasikka neramilladhu thollaikatchiyil parthu magizhum pamaran than kaipada ezhuda porumai illadu minnanjalil kaditham anuppum manudan manidha vazhkai nadaimuraiyai oru suttru thiruppi vittavane thirumbi vandhu vidadhe en veetukku......

Eyes brimmed with tears, Uma said "I'm very proud of you, my child.Your hardwork has paid off". Sundaramma with a smirk said "If you had spent the time in learning cooking and household activities instead of studying for these exams , that would have been more useful for your future".Entered Ravi from sugar mill back home for lunch. "Daddy, I have secured third rank in the state",informed Kavitha in a cheerful tone. "Very good Kavi. Uma, prepare some sweets this evening to celebrate Kavi's success as well as for the guests. From Chinnanur, Shanmugam and his family are coming home to finalize Kavi's marriage with their son. My uncle is also coming along with them. The bridegroom's name is Shivakumar.They call him Shiva. He has a provisions shop. Here is his photo. Look how majestic he is!!",exclaimed Ravi. Taken aback by her father's words, Kavitha looked at Shiva's photograph. A plump man with a big moustache,aged around 3...

The D-day dawned. Kavitha couldn't sleep well throughout the night. Moments of anxiety and excitement disturbed her slumber. It was the day when she is expecting her 10th std results to come out. "Will I be getting a state rank, or a district rank or atleast a school rank? It can't go worse than that. What will happen if I fail in Maths? Definitely, granny will fix up my wedding tomorrow". "Oh! Stop it, don't think of such non-sense. You had just made a mistake in a 2-mark question in Maths. Why the heck would you fail?", thoughts were fighting among themselves in her mind. Hearing the kitchen door being opened by her mother downstairs, she felt relieved from those miserable thoughts and got up from her bed. Now she can go ahead and ramble about all her tensions to her mom. An unusual scene was happening in the kitchen. Uma was praying to God. Kavitha couldn't understand this behaviour of her mother. She had always admired her mother doing her prayer...

pachai paselana padarndhirukkum vayal meduvaga thavazhndhu varum kullir kattru sigappu kambalamaga virindirukkum andi vaanam kattrodu kalandu varum dhoorathu koil mani than kootuku thirumbum sittu kuruvi uzhaithu kalaithu varum uzhavan indha naal velai mudithu maraiyum adhavan meduvaga ezhumbum velli nilavu anandamai vilayadum siru kuzhandai manamagizhndhu sirikkum annai thenisai pozhiyum pullanguzhal isai mella nadai pottu sellum paingili kidukidu vena odum anil sezhusezhu vena valarum pasumpul komadha tharum vellai paal grama makkalin thooya manadhu

Gandhi, if you happen to read this article, I thank you for the wonderful treat at Hotel Harsha. Forgot to thank him on Saturday :-) ......Anyways, yet another person from our great group is leaving Bangalore and going for his higher studies in US. Gandhi gave us his farewell treat in the very same place where we all started our dream journey of so-called-adulthood. Hotel Harsha. The place where we stayed during our first week in Bangalore, the place where we got acquainted with each other, the place where I met Karthi for the first time, the place where little sparks of something (unable to put those feelings in words!!!) evoked in me now and then. No, I'm not going to get into any more details on that. We stepped into Hotel Harsha on Saturday exactly after 3 years and 30 days. The restaurant reminded me of those cute moments when I used to sit and have breakfast with Swati, when we used to wait for the cab to take us to our dream company, when we used to go to the nearby Sanman r...

Yes,finally I have completed Half Blood Prince, the latest in my precious collection of Harry Potter Series.You can get to know how I got my copy of HBP from my hubby's latest update here . I read the fifth book "Order of the Phoenix" little less than 2 years back. Although I remembered the crux, I wanted my mind to get refreshed of every event happening in OOP. So as soon as I got hold of HBP, I started reading OOP. Weird muggle, eh? On Monday, to my surprise, there were many people all over the world who has completed HBP and started writing spoilers. I was very cautious and made sure my eyes didn't get a glimpse of those stupid spoilers. On Tuesday, I couldn't resist my temptation to start off HBP, as the whole of Muggle world has been talking about it. Moreover my OOP revision wasn't moving at a brisk rate as most of you would know that OOP was indeed slow paced. "What the heck? Go ahead and open HBP", my mind tempted me even more. There I go, Di...

After a long time, I was listening to songs from Duet,the Tamil movie which had one of the best music compositions I have ever heard. Rahman was at his best, aptly supported by the famous saxophone player Kadri Gopalnath. I couldn't pick one particular song as my favourite. All of them were excellent in their own ways, be it the mellifluous "Anjali, Anjali", the soothing "O Kadale", the peppy "Mettu Podu", the folk lore "Kulicha Kuttralam" and ofcourse, foot tapping number "Kundu Kathrika". The piano, flute and sax blended in such a beautiful manner that it created magic in most of Rahman's fans. Right from "Roja" days, I have been a very big fan of Mr.Rahman. Everyone appreciated his western style of music but I adore him for his melodies, rather. Illayaraja had given wonderful melodies in the late 1980s, which I had written about it earlier here . Rahman's melodies were totally different than Illayaraja's. I...