Soo true....

Thailaivar Esshhttlyyee!!!

Comfort today, lazy tomorrow??

Right from our childhood we in the process of growing up, also gather a set of constricting habits- be it good ones or bad, but traps us in a zone of supposed comfort.....In some cases it becomes so predominant that we start performing well below our true potentials. Further letting them grow makes a impression in our consciousness, which will play an important role in our outlook of our life's.

These things might start off in a very insignificant manner, which we might not even think of seriously. There’s even nothing specially wrong with those habits as such. They probably worked for us in the past. But now it’s time to step over them and go into the wider world of your unused potential.

There isn't any fixed future path that one follows to lead life. Despite all the helpful advice from parents, teachers and elders, each of us must make our own way in the world, doing the best we can and quite often getting things wrong. Messing up a few times isn’t that big a deal. But if you get scared and try to avoid all mistakes by sticking with just a few “tried and true” methods, you have no idea of the number of opportunities you are letting go. Lots of people who experience boredom in life/work are probably doing this to themselves. They’re bored and frustrated because that’s what their choices have caused them to be. People who never make mistakes never make anything else either.

Some points which might help :

Success Formulas keep changing
I can't even prepare a cup of tea/coffee to taste the same consecutive times, so don't expect something to work out just because it has sometime in the past. Keep looking for better alternatives and importantly more efficient ways of doing things.
Just for a start try to do something everyday/every week which you haven't done in the past, however trivial it might be.

Self-Assessment
I think this is an important aspect in every stage you grow up. One might not be conscious of things we start doing in a regular basis, so even bad things bad seem to be right to us and it becomes really difficult to trying to refrain yourself from doing in a latter stage. Something atleast as addictive as nicotine or cocaine.

Be who you are
It’s easy to assume that you always have to fit in to get on in the world; that you must conform to be liked and respected by others or face exclusion. Because most people want to please, they try to become what they believe others expect, even if it means forcing themselves to be the kind of person they aren’t, deep down.
You need to start by putting yourself first. You’re unique. We’re all unique, so saying this doesn’t suggest that you’re better than others or deserve more than they do. You need to put yourself first because no one else has as much interest in your life as you do; and because if you don’t, no one else will. Putting others second means giving them their due respect, not ignoring them totally. Keeping up a self-image can be a burden. Hanging on to an inflated, unrealistic one is a curse. Give yourself a break.

If you’re maybe not as wonderful as you’d like to be, you aren’t nearly as bad as you fear either. The releif when you know yourself really does set you free; free to work on being better and to forgive yourself for being human; free to express your gratitude to others and recognize what you owe them; free to acknowledge your feelings without letting them dominate your life. Above all, you’ll be free to understand the truth of living: that much of what happens to you is no more than chance. It can’t be avoided and is not your fault. There’s no point in beating yourself up about it.

What is holding you in situations and actions that no longer work for you often isn’t inertia or procrastination. It’s the power of habitual ways of seeing the world and thinking about events. Until you can let go of those old, worn-out habits, they’ll continue to hold you prisoner.

If you can accept the truth about the world and yourself, change whatever is holding you back, and get on with a fresh view on life, you’ll find that single action lets you open the door of your self-imposed prison and walk free. There’s a marvelous world out there. You’ll see, if you try it.

A big salute to Jobs

Now I know why people call him a great personality....

Jobs in a speech to Stanford Grads, no wonder they turned out successful. :)



You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Good One

My name is alice smith and i was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. i noticed his dds diploma,which bore his full name.

Suddenly, i remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 30-odd years ago.

Could he be the same guy that i had a secret crush on, wayback then? Upon seeing him, however, i quickly discarded any such thought.

This balding, grey-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old tohave been my classmate. after he examined my teeth, i asked him if he hadattended morgan park high school'

Yes. yes, i did. i'm a mustang,' he gleamed with pride.

'When did you graduate?' i asked.He answered , 'in 1975. why do you ask?'

'You were in my class!', i exclaimed.

He looked at me closely. Then, ,grey-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked:'

'What did you teach ???.'

Spotted - Sarvam Crew and Trisha ;)

I probably wouldn't have written this post..but the events which lead me to this shoot was really unusual. Monday being my weekly off (courtesy- Tamil Nadu Govn. and their power problems), was as boring as it could get and I was kind of restless for the fact that I didn't have any plans for the day and the thought of spending a really boring day would do no good for the week to come, my ADSL modem had conked - so no Internet, everyone were busy in their own world- being the first day of the week, so just to break the boredom, thought I'll catch up a movie.

Finished lunch and somehow persuaded my friend to accompany me for the movie, finally we headed to a movie theater nearby. Got tickets, and were all set to spend about 3 hours of the days time. But then, after an hour, got a call from home that a person had come to attend the broadband complaint I had lodged about a week or two before. Just gave him instructions over the phone, to change the modem, again after half an hour, that guy calls me again and says, 'Sir I have replaced the modem but still your Internet is not working'. With no one else at home, I was forced to get back home, as everyone at home could not do without the Internet. So left the movie halfway and got back home. Guess this is after a long time I walked out from a movie halfway.

Seems like the guy who was home had never worked on Vista before. He was like install a fresh copy of your OS and it should be working fine. Just configured my network settings, and finally somehow managed to get it working. After missing out on the second half of the movie, atleast this had to happen. Was just wondering what a bad day it had been.. Then switched on the PS for some time pass, even that was a disaster, lost all the matches I played. Then decided that we'll go out for lunch.

Bored of going to the usual places, we wanted to try out something new. So we basically loitering around not knowing where to go. First we headed to ECR, then thought there's no point going that far and were back to adyar very soon, then thiruvanmiyur, it was getting really frustrating for the fact that both of us were really hungry and we just came out for a casual lunch. Then we thought, we have had enough of it and decided to go to Besant Nagar.

Finally we reached there, and on the other end of the road, something seemed to be going on. About four people were there trying attach something on to a bicycle, we also noticed couple of plastic chairs which was quite unusual in a beach on a Monday afternoon. We thought it would be a shoot for some TV shows, as there was absolutely no excitement there whatsoever. We just had a lazy walk to the other end of the road to have a look. We were surprised to see Arya and VishnuVardhan there...Aah! I knew it was the shooting of Sarvam. Me being a good fan of Trisha was waiting to catch a glimpse of her, but then she wasn't to be seen anywhere there. So we were on our way back, where we spotted a brand new 5 series, I know for a fact that Trisha owns one, so thought we'll wait for some more time.. After about 5 minutes or so, Trisha was there, dressed in a green salwar, she was looking real pretty.

The scene they shot, both Arya and Trisha riding two bicycles, Trisha getting hit by a vehicle and hurts herself. Think the shooting would have gone on for around 3 or 4 hours. Really wonder how these people do some boring stuff like riding a kiddie bicycle, worse part it went on for more than 10 takes.. Phew! I'm tired... Finally we skipped our lunch plan, just had an ice cream and a coffee. For how my day started, would say it became slightly more exciting watching Trisha and the shooting.

But it didn't last long, for that night we had booked tickets to watch Kuselan, think that pretty much sums it up. End of the day I just hoped all holidays gets this exciting.. :)

By default we aren't programmed right, something has to tell us we are Wrong

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.

"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."
"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."

"There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."

"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own.

"At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.

Friendship's Day Special

I have a list of folks I know...all written in a book,And every now and then..I go and take a look.

That is when I realize these names... they are a part,not of the book they're written in...but taken from the heart.

For each Name stands for someone...who has crossed my path sometime,and in that meeting they have become...the reason and the rhyme.

Although it sounds fantastic...for me to make this claim,I really am composed...of each remembered name.

Although you're not aware...of any special link,just knowing you, has shaped my life...more than you could think.

So please don't think my greeting...as just a mere routine,your name was not...forgotten in between.

For when I send a greeting...that is addressed to you,it is because you're on the list...of folks I'm indebted to.

So whether I have known you...for many days or few,in some ways you have a part...in shaping things I do.

I am but a total...of many folks I've met,you are a friend I would prefer...never to forget.

I'm sure you'll do better as a sculptor than an architect

I am sure many of us complain of how miserable our life's have been, many things might not have worked out as planned, or something unexpected might have happened..... But in most cases we forget to understand that we are the ones responsible for what we are today, well if you are unhappy doing something today, its probably because you are bored of doing it or the fact that you aren't able to advance as fast as you hoped to. But, remember that you chose to do it one day in hope of achieving something.

A superficial look at anything is tempting at first sight, not indulging in it is one part, but say you are really keen on pursuing it, (be it whatever say learning a sport, choosing a profession, aspiring to be someone). The mistake all of us do is that we always tend to see the good things which are associated with it, but we fail to see all the hard work, the effort, time, patience which has one has gone through to be what they are today. The result, right from day one things do not go on as we might have dreamt of or say what we expected, but then it is not that you are the only one going through all this, if you set an ambition, then you should realise that this is Step One of achieving it.

I say this because right from day one, we tend to think that we are going in the wrong direction or rather lead in the wrong direction. It becomes natural for all of us to crib about it because we think that this is not what we are destined for. Say, you do something without an option, you tend to think like a pessimist right from the beginning because you didn't have an option to chose. But say you keep doing it for sometime now and are still unhappy about it, reason being you never really saw yourself doing it. I know people who have felt miserable that they didn't get what they wanted... but then they never had a Plan B or a Plan C for backup. The result they miss out all the fun and experience which they would have otherwise had doing the same thing, you might have actually even started to like what you were doing if not for the attitude with which you started off in the beginning. Without knowing realities we tend to judge things.

Now then, coming back to the topic.... all of us have opportunities, some of us see them others miss them because they weren't bothered to look out for them.

It is like we are thrown into a pool, with someone telling you that "I've been in that water before; I figured out how to do it; I'm sure you will." They also put a little ring around you. Whats that? You also heard someone telling you "You know I'm here whenever you need a little help." But basically, it's illusory; the support's not there. Now, the idea is that you'll figure out how to swim on your own. Smart people manage with the resources available and make it to the other end somehow with all the struggle and small failures they went through. And for people who don't make it, you are now forced to learn the same thing in a smaller pool, and maybe even a kiddie pool, and maybe even take you out of the pool for good. I remember Mrs and Mr. Bachchan replying to a question 'Why they haven't launched their son like many others?', for which they replied 'In that case he would have never known what failure is, and would have never know the pleasure of success, or worse, he could have even blamed the failure on us'. So true..

Moral of the story is that you own your own development.

[P.S. Quite reminded of the story where a father teaches a starving son fishing rather than giving him a fish to eat. The result might be you get the fish anyways, but you could just wish that the one fish lasted your entire life.]