Every Dark has its Day !!

Like every accounting person am also marching in this March. The month is really hectic and am in peak working hours. My work is like 24*7 and its really hard to make a visit to my blog. I wish to say all these with much more stuff but the reality varies.

I was a bit busy but not as much as described above. The real reason for not writing a post is I did not have any stories to tell you people. But today I rummaged through my memory and got a story to share.

In my childhood (and till now) I fight with my brothers & sisters. It would be quarrels in many cases and few were fights. Especially I and my sister (cousin sister) were like India & Pakistan. I could easily count the days where we had no fights. Usually no one interrupts in our fight. Our mothers had faced fiasco when ever they tried to stop our fights.

Usually my brother (cousin bother) would not interfere in our fights. Even if he does he’ll be my side, supporting me. On that particular day me and my sister started our usual fight. (It is pertinent to note that we no need reasons to fight. We were like Tom and Jerry where seeing each others would suffice for a fight). My brother turned in favour of his own sister. As you know I can win any conversational fights, that day I had to win both of them. The fight went really tough. I was somehow trying to mange both of them at a time. My own sister was too young then and I had no one to rescue me. I was in the battle field all alone.

I was helpless. I was cornered when I heard these from my brother “ Hey ! You stupid girl !You have come to our house and fighting with us. Just get lost from our house. Get lost, right now!”

 I quickly replied “This is my uncle’s (his father) house. It is not yours. Why should I move out?  No. I won’t go.”

He said: “This is our home. I want you to get out of my sight now.”

I said: “Does this house bear your name anywhere? How can you say this as your home? If you can show me that your name is written in this house. I promise to step out immediately. Until then I won’t go.”

To my dismay, He took me to their bed room. He pointed to the the roof of that bed room and told that his name has been written there. Without giving up, I climbed the bed and from there climbed the roof to see whether his statement was true.

After climbing the roof, It was a  abysmal misery when I saw this:

He pointed to his name and asked me to move out then. With tears filled eyes I came out from that house. I was filled with rage and agony. At that moment I could see a basking smugness in my brother’s eyes. 

" Hey Praveen ! indha naazh ! naan en nanbanala emathapatta naazh! nee un thozhiya izhandha naazh ! (Annamalai dialogue) my mind voice told. 

It did not take me long time to take revenge on them. As fights was in our daily routine , within a week me and my sister again had a fight. This time it was in our house(I mean my house). Ha Ha! I asked them to get lost as that was my home. My brother cunningly asked me the same question which I had asked him. I was no more a fool. I took him to my bed room and attained complacence when it read as under :

 I told you na? Every dark has its day. And I had my Day then!! ( a special note : i did not miss to play the BGM of Annamalai in my mind  at that moment)

Contest now!!!

Yesterday suddenly a friend of mine asked me this question.

 “Tell me which is the most funniest / stupid question you have ever asked a in your life? Thinking about which makes you laugh now?”

That was a good question. I skimmed through my elephantine memory and got 2 questions.

First was, when I was 7 Years old. I was talkative and sometimes was even a brat.

One of my relative, a distant uncle of mine was drenched in debts it seems. He had written a letter mentioning about attempting suicide because of his debts. I heard this from my mother when she was speaking about this to my father. At that moment I overlooked it and continued with my work.

Few months later it happened that I met that uncle in a family function.

“What uncle? You said that you are going to die because of debts and you are still alive?”

I asked him this question in a candid manner. He turned weary with my single question that he could not even answer me.

My mother heard me asking this and I was caught.I saw my mother and it was a moment of adrenalin rush for me.  She admonished me and thank god she did not beat me.

When I think of that question I really feel it was the most stupid question I ever asked someone in my life. 

The Second question was when I was at my teens.

Until then LOVE the very word was a-bad-word thing for us (me and my cousins). When we stepped to teen age our minds underwent a subtle change. At that age LOVE was something good. Don’t mistake me. Our definition for love was “Love is a good thing. Love doesn’t mean only that thing which happens due to hormonal change in a girl
& a boy. It can mean affection, kindness (anbu –paasam-nesam etc etc) . “

We’d proudly say “Yes! We are in Love. Love with our parents, sisters, and brothers blah blah blah “(we’ve almost repeated the above dialogue million times).

Me-brilliant –kid on earth was invincible at that age. No one could argue with me. I always won the conversational fights. (It is pertinent to note that if it was a kick fight – I was a weakling at that age and so obviously I would be the loser. I win only in conversational fights.)

I was studying in a tution centre. We had an in-charge person there who was strictu! Strictu! Strictu! One day when me and my brother were chatting with him. Suddenly I asked that –in-charge-person  “Sir do you love anyone?” (He was a bachelor –point to be noted).

He replied: No! I don’t like these love-and-all stuffs.

Me: Why don’t you like? Love is not a bad word. You see at this age I love.

        Yes! I love my mom, dad, sister and my brother…. Like that whom do you love?

His reply : mmmm… That’s not a relevant topic now. You answer me for that 5^th essay question in 4^th chapter now.

Me: (valiantly) started studying that question.

That was the end of that topic with him. At that point of time I have asked this question to everyone I know and have given my view of love verbatim to everyone. That was what I wanted to ask. That was how I wanted to win him with my brilliant speech. I won.

But that stupid question which I had asked  made him feel nam-dhana-nam-dhana melody in his heart it seems. Voila, he fell in love with me. From that day he started showing the symptoms of a man who is in love. His best friend was also a teacher in that academy and she found out this.

She has told this to my science teacher who happened to be my favorite teacher. (More than a teacher he was a friend). All the teachers in that academy started teasing me. It was at that point I realized I’ve not been brilliant in speaking with him but I’ve been a stupid for asking such a question with him.

From that day I really did not have the guts to ask anyone as whether they love anyone. (Especially to guys). Till date I hesitate to ask that single question.

These are the 2 questions which gets the “Most stupid question award” in my life. Is there any question in your life which can win this title? If so, feel free to post it here. I would love to read them. Best contestant would get a Kuchi mittai and Kuruvi Rotti too !!!!!

Camon! Hurry up!! I am waiting to read your stupid questions .

What it means Being Humane ?

Yesterday when I was on my way back home , suddenly I heard the siren of Fire Engine. Within a second it came  from nowhere and got struck in the peak hour Bangalore Traffic. I was behind that praying for the well being of people who were a midst the fire. The Road was a narrow one and no vehicles could leave way for the Fire engine. Signal was not turning to green and the fire engine was standing with the loud siren.

In the Left side of that narrow road there is a Bus Stand of a Private Bus company , where easily some 3 to 4 cars and few two wheeler can enter that Depot. At least if 2 cars and some two wheeler had entered there for 2 minutes the fire engine would have gone forward to the other end of the road with that space. No one bothered.Seriously no one bothered.

It was a loud blow when I saw people in two wheeler, trying to overtake each others without thinking that they could leave way for the Fire Engine. It was Selfish to the core. I did not see a pinch of humanity with them. I felt ashamed. Meanwhile the signal turned green it seems and the vehicles were moving forward. That fire engine also moved … when it neared that Depot area a huge private bus GLIDED from the depot and entered this narrow road. It blocked half traffic including the fire engine.

It was disconcerting. I felt seriously offended. Can’t that bus wait for a second? Have Indians turned so punctual these days? Was that a Robot which was seated as a Driver in that Private Bus ? No. It was a Man. An animal which has six senses. Did he needed 7^th sense for being little sensible to the situation?

Behind the Private bus, went this fire engine. I was on my way. But my mind underwent a subtle change. I was not able to analyze where it went wrong? When I reached home I was like Ambi in Anniyan. (Hell, I did not turn Anniyan.)

“Logathla Yaarukkum Erakame Illai

Manidhabimanam Kaatradhuku kooda money kekra

Shri Hari Ivaa ellam naraguthuku dhaan poganum”         I was whining.

I could not take this as a easy or a normal thing. I just opened the Internet. Not Anniyan website. But Online Oxford dictionary and typed the word Human being.

It was like this:

Human Being- a man, woman, or child of the species Homo sapiens, distinguished from other animals by superior mental development, power of articulate speech, and upright stance.

I was not fine with the above definition. I searched in World web dictionary. It read

Human being- Any living or extinct member of the family Hominidae characterized by superior intelligence, articulate speech, and erect carriage.

When I found that both gave a similar definition, I was surprised. I saw the meaning for the word humanity- It read the quality of being Humane.

Disappointingly I closed my laptop. So ? A species different from other animals having superior intelligence (Intelligence can never be misunderstood for Kindness) and having erect carriage is what makes a man. If we fulfill these conditions we are human being.

Kindness has become an alien to Human beings.

I still wonder what it means being humane!!!

Have you paid your Bills ?????

You see people hate to visit 2 places. Court and police station unless you are a police officer or an advocate. 2 days back I had a chat with my friend. I’ll give you the extract of that Chat here:

Me: Oye! Why no reply?

Frnd: Sorry ... I was about to be a victim of high court summon

Me: Hey what do you mean?

Frnd: See one Vodafone data card was not cancelled on time

Me: So?

Frnd: So they called frequently for payment

Me: Didn’t you respond properly ?

Frnd: No. I was telling that I didn't use after expiry date.

Me: What they said?

Frnd: Seems that they have sent high court notice

            To old address which didn't reach me.

Me: So you did not get any notice right ? Then how did you come to know all these?

Frnd: From the courier office they called me and informed that I have to receive my Summon.

Me: Oh! Shit!

Frnd: Then I contacted the High court advocate. To my Horror he said Civil case will be filed If I did not pay my outstanding amount. Within five thirty pm I should pay

Me: OMG! You Paid?

Frnd: So went to that office... Gave cancellation letter and paid the outstanding and settled the matter.Now feeling relieved.

Me: Hmmmm… India has missed so much Tax revenue in their matter. Can’t they leave an “Innocent Indian” at least for that?

Frnd: Sariyana panam pudunginga

Me: Yeah! But anyhow you ae relieved na.. Leave the matter.

Hmmm.. That was the conversation. You know the outstanding amount was not elephantine. It was just Rs.1745 /- .

I told that she should have consulted a Lawyer. As a matter of fact court/ advocate expense would be more than that outstanding amount. She rightly said that. So it was better to solve the matter by paying it. She permitted me to publish the conversation in my blog. But she did not wanted to reveal her name as if the matter was something hideous.

After the entire conversation I realized a thing. Unless I tell , you’ll not realize it.

That realization is

“Where ever you go! Our Network (Hutch/Vodafone) follows !!! “

They have proved it!!

Kids these Days !!!

Hi friends,

Yesterday night I just recalled my memories. I feel energetic when I recall the memorable events of childhood.Not only my childhood but also my brother's and sister's. I made up my mind to pen down few incidents.

Kids these days are really intelligent. Following are the three conversation which would prove that.

Conversation 1:

My Class teacher in UKG was also my younger Brother’s class teacher when he was in UKG.

Teacher: What is your name?

My Bro :  R

Teacher: What is ur mother’s name?

My Bro : S

Teacher : What is your father’s name?

My Bro : K

Teacher :What is your sister’s name ?

My Bro : You were the class teacher for her na? You know her name well. Why do you ask me?

Teacher:  ??????!!!!!!??????

Conversation 2:

My cousin was 5 year old then. One day she saw her mom weeping badly.

Cousin: Mom ! Why are you crying?

Her Mom: No Baby . You cannot understand.

Cousin: Oh please tell me. I cannot see you crying like this.

Her mom : My sister’s husband died and that is the reason I am not able to control my tears

Cousin: You mean “P” Chithi’s husband?

Her mom : Yes darling. He died this morning.

Cousin: Oh! Then Thank God. Why are you crying Ma? Chithappa has died na? I thought it was Chithi. When your sister is alive why do you cry?

Her mom : ????? :-( :-(!!!!!:-) :-)

Despite of the moment filled with sorrow she couldn’t help laughing once at her kid’s innocence.

Conversation 3:

A Kid went to temple with its grand father. They were doing abhisheka (Bathing) to the deity.

Kid: Thatha .. what are they doing there?

G : Dear they are bathing Umachi (God) . As you bathe everyday . God also bathes.

Kid Watched happily as how they bathed God.

Suddenly they covered the Garbagraha with a screen.

Kid:(perplexed) Thatha why did they close the God with help of screen?

G : Baby. Umachi is gonna get dressed.

Kid :We have seen God bathing entirely. After all what if we see how he gets  dressed now? Why did they close?

G: ???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????

I already said and will continue to say Kids are always intelligent. Wish we were Kids always.

Human Tendency

Hi all,

It feels great to be busy. It feels even greater when I manage to write a blog which I always love. After finishing half of my work for today, stealing time from yet to be done work I desperately wanted to write a post today. The Post would be a Chapter from The Chronicle of Shwetha.

I love my ELDER Brother. He is ONE DAY elder to me. We both are rather friends. He can be without me. But I need him always. I was dependent on him throughout my childhood. Once we were made to sit in different sections .He was in ‘A’ section and me in ‘B’. I cried badly to my mother and aunt that they requested the Head mistress of the school to put me in his class. She agreed and I was in his class the very next hour. That much is my affection towards him.

He has sacrificed many things for me. Whenever we have little fights it will be my brother who comes down. He is such a darling to me. He is sweet, always sweet ,I agree. But one incident about him .. I can never forget or forgive.

That day I was staying in his home and Our English teacher had asked to bring a new note for Grammar the next day. As my note was in my home I requested my aunt to give one note for me from ‘P’s notes. In return I promised to give him my note once I get home. My aunt agreed and gave me a new note for grammar. It was wrapped and label read ‘P’s name. I neatly stroked off his name and managed to write my name legibly in the little space that was available.

Next day English teacher came and commanded “Take your Grammar Notes. We’ll start that in this hour “. She started checking everyone whether we’ve brought the note. She was in shouting with fury to those who did not have their note. Next it was P’s turn. He was scared already by seeing the treatment which the disobedient students received.

He stood up when she asked for his note and said “it is with Shwetha.“

I was shocked. I did not expect this from him anytime. I quickly replied “No mam. This is mine “

Now with a firm voice he said “Yeah Mam. It is with her only. She has stolen my note Book”.

Disgusting! He made me thief I thought and I replied, 

 “No Mam. I did not steal. This is my note”

This time his voice was much forceful. ”Mam. Get her note and check it. She has written her name by striking off my name. Do you need any other detail to prove it as mine?”

Teacher came near and checked. Obviously it would have his name. I was caught in fact trapped.

I tried to explain her as to what has really happened. But she had no time or patience for hearing my trapped story. She sent me out of the class and started the day’s class.

I felt humiliated. I was punished for a mistake which I never did. This lovely brother of mine turned wicked and cunningly trapped me. That day I felt ashamed for having him as my brother. Till date I never forgive him for that day. Impression about me in the class or the teacher could not be deleted and thus I too could not forgive him.

Even now I agree he is sweet. But Beware.

Moral: It is human tendency to remember much about the Bad thing that someone has done forgetting the good things done by the same person.

Happy Women's Day

It has been days since I've come here. Today being Women’s day I wished to share something with you.

Women are often described using the words like flowers, soft, breeze and moon. Not always but most often. It sounds good. But in today’s society are they handled in the way they are described? We cannot hide the crying shames like Delhi gang rape and many more abuses against girls. In ‘The Capital’ city if such a crime can happen imagine the other cities in our country.

In this day I would love to write about few women who live with exemplary courage in the society.

Indira Gandhi , Kiran Bedi, Jhansi rani and many more set examples for courage. Here are 3 more I love to add to the list.

Neeraja Bhanot – the brave 23 year –old air hostess is the first women in my list.

In September 1986 this brave women has risked her own life to save the passengers in a hijacked flight – PAN AM. She was seriously injured by the hijackers’ bullets while shielding 3 children.

Our Government awarded Neerja with Ashok Chakra posthumously.

An award has been named after her called the Neeraja Banot Award and it is given to women who have shown exemplary courage in their personal lives.

One of the Neerja Bhanot award winner for the year 2000 is Alice Garg  from Jaipur.

She has been engaged in a constant battle against injustice.I’ve learnt that watching Alice Garg talk is like watching a dormant volcano swell up with lava. She seems to hide a tempest behind her calm exterior. One cannot but help wonder how the frail 61-year-old woman could have waged a war against well-connected criminals. Alice is credited with exposing many infamous cases of sexual exploitation against women in Rajasthan, including the Bhanwari Devi gangrape case which hit the headlines a few years ago and the J.C. Bose case, which sends shivers down the spine.

Another winner of the award is Ashamma from Andhra Pradesh.

At 35 years of age, Ashamma has nothing to share with the world expect tears. She belongs to Karni village in Mehbubnagar district of Andhra Pradesh, where women belonging to the lower caste are considered objects of entertainment. Ashamma was made to undergo the jogini ritual when she was seven years old. As per this custom, she was married off to the village deity.

From the day she was married to village deity she lost her dignity. All the men who inhabited that village asked her for sexual favors and as a jogini she was expected to please them. Her trauma began even when she had not attained puberty. At the age of 11 when she attained puberty the news spread like a fire and men hounded her all the more. She was forced to sleep with countless people, some of whom were much older than her. Still in her teens, Ashamma delivered a girl child. She bore the child from the man she loved, but he did not marry her. Later, she escaped from the village. But all the time she was reminded that she was a jogini and should not act like a pativrata. During those days the Andhra Pradesh Mahila Samatha Society was running sanghams in villages. These forums voiced the concerns of sexually exploited women. When Ashamma heard the views of its leaders, she was impressed. She swore to fight against the baseless custom of jogini. In 1997, Ashamma became the head of the sangham which operated in Karni. As the leader of the forum, she discouraged the practice of jogini. Her mission revolved around thwarting the attempts of villagers to initiate young girls into this evil practice. She fought hard and saved a nine-year-old girl in her village from becoming a jogini. The police had refused to help her and no one in the village was prepared to cooperate with her. But Ashamma sat in protest until she succeeded in preventing the initiation ceremony.

As Oprah Winfrey says

“It doesn’t matter who you are, or where you came from. The ability to triumph begins with you always.”

Gender, custom and locality are no more served as excuses. Begin the change with you today. Whole world will be changed accordingly one day. 

BE THE CHANGE WHAT YOU WISH TO SEE IN OTHERS.HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY!!!

Reference: scribd.com

Every tiny gift-to be cherished

Every one of us would have little dreams and wishes. Many are told and few are untold. There are also instances when we ourselves have not given much thought of getting that wish fulfilled or we would not have taken any steps to fulfill our little wishes.

In my case, one or the other wish creeps now and then. In Many instances my wishes get fulfilled immediately. (Yeah.. Remember? Earth is a Jeenie.. so my wish will be fulfilled by universe). For few I’ll take steps to get fulfilled and it requires time.

Recently , 2 such wishes of mine were fulfilled. Visiting Murudeshwar and having the dharshan of magnificent Lord Shiva was one of my dreams. I tried once to plan a trip there but couldn’t accomplish that. Somehow, after that I did not dream of visiting that temple.

Last month when I was just chatting with one of my friends we both planned to arrange for a tour. The same day evening we spoke with other friends and fixed the dates. Location was not fixed. After considering various options we decided on Murudeshwar. Like every other  tour planning our plan also had last minute cancellations and additions but a midst all those,  we made the trip.

When I stood on the sea shore, suddenly I realized that it was once my dream to see that stunning beauty. Even after I stopped dreaming I visited that temple. I totally agree that Universe is a Jeene(A boodh which fulfills our wish). Once you dream it’ll get attracted to the magnet called universe and the dream will come true. It may take time. But definitely it’ll get fulfilled.

The next was yesterday evening. I always had a wish that to have a coffee or to have a snack I've to travel. Once in a while it is okay if we travel even for a tiny thing if that fulfills your little wish.

My cousin called me and told that he had delicious ice cream and Rava idly. As you all know, I have a love- love relationship with food. I just expressed my wish as ”One day I’ll come to your place. Take me there. I wanted to taste them”. Immediately he invited me to his place the same day evening after completing the work in office.

I first gave excuses saying :  It’ll become late by the time I reach home if I come there

Cousin : No ma. I’ll come and drop you home. Don worry even if it is late You’ll be safe.

Me: Hmmm… I do not know the way to come there.

Cousin: It is very simple and only a straight road. No twists or turns. You are coming!

Me: I’ll come on some Saturday. So that can spend more time with you.

Cousin: I’ll come to your home on Sunday. We’ll spend whole day there. Today you just come for having Rava Idly and ice cream

Me: I’ll ask permission to my aunty and will let you know.

Cousin: She may not permit as it’ll get late. But I have made up my mind to give you treat and it is final that you are coming.

Me: Okay. I’ll come. (I called up my aunt. To my surprise she permitted me)

That is how I traveled 17 kms just for a rava Idly and a scoop of ice cream. The most interesting part is it took 1 ½ hours to reach the place in the peak hour traffic. While starting I had no idea that it would take so long or the distance was 17 kms. When I was half way I noticed a Route Board marking towards the area nearby my home. After waiting in that traffic I even thought of escape from that route. But lovely-lad on earth- my cousin -called me then and insisted to come. He added “He is waiting from long time”.

I could not resist and continued in the same road.

I was happy when i saw the kilometer run in my vehicle and realized that another dream came true. (I wish to travel even long distance).Chirpily had the menu I wished. As promised he came to drop me till home.

I would love to quote these lines which I read long back

“You may not be eligible to Grammies and Oscars, but still you deserve life’s little happiness…

A cup of tea with your best friend

Long nights walk with your best companion

Hours together of sleep on Sunday morning

Etc etc etc…”

Life is short. Have dreams. Enjoy each and every moment. Rejoice when your dreams come true. Cherish life’s every tiny gifts.
By the way i forgot to mention that this is my 25th post :-) :-) I cherish this gift of life!!!

Chinna incident Pedha lesson

Hi all,

Today another chapter from Chronicles of Shwetha.

My mother and aunt always encourage at everything we learn. I have told you this already. One day, my mom came and asked me whether I was interested to join keyboard class. Me- brilliant kid on earth- thought that it was computer class . I thought my mother forgot the term computer and used something related to it i.e. Keyboard..

I agreed to join the class.

Next day she took me to an apartment’s topmost floor. I was stumped because of the hut there. Computer class in a hut ?  There is no sync between the class and the location alarmed my brain. Then I went inside and the master there was teaching Sa Re Ga Ma.

Oh no! What is the connection between computer and musical notes I wondered.

It was only after few minutes I understood that it was not a Computer class. It was Keyboard class (a musical instrument like piano).  I was a bit obtuse that I realized it late.All the years my teachers taught me that Keyboard is one of the input devices of computer.But that day, Keyboard was taught as an musical instrument. Friends! there is a serious problem in education system.

From the time my mother said it was Keyboard class I thought she was uneducated and hence did not know to use the term Computer. But it was actually me who was uneducated & was unaware that the instrument is known as Keyboard. I felt like I had a clip over my ear at that moment.

I forgot the truth that every child’s first school is - his/her home and first teacher is of course parents. But later as we grow we think that we know much than our parents.

You are aware na? My mind voice says Beware of Red Carpet. .Hence I was not an exception to this.

The above is a little experience in my life. But it has thought me a valuable lesson. Never underestimate your parents.

You made me Achieve

Hi friends,

“One of the main reasons that we lose our enthusiasm in life is because we become ungrateful..we let what was once a miracle become common to us. We get so accustomed to his goodness it becomes a routine..”

- Joel Osteen 

“We pray for the big things and forget to give thanks for the ordinary, small (and yet really not small) gifts.” - Dietrich Bonhoeffer

I have already written a post "Art of Thanking" which speaks about Thanking for each little thing we get in our life.

And Today my blog has crossed 1000 page views. This may look ordinary for you. But I treat this as a milestone for my passion of writing. I thank each of my friends heartily for making this possible.

I remember my first post in January end.. I shared it with my friends. From then till date they have kept encouraging me. New readers are added to the blog. I really thank my friends that in a month I have got 1000 page views to my blog.

I got controversies when i posted " Am i supposed to tell this love story?" ... I loved that too and I thank for that comment.

Most of my friends read my blog everyday and would comment in the blog or to me personally. I wanted to tell them that I value your comments so much. Thank you for reading my blog. I wish to get this support throughout. 

Few friends would read that but had no time to comment. I thank them because without them the page view would not have crossed 1000 in a month. Henceforth i would love to get your comments too.

I Thank my cousin Raghu and my friend SP who always push me to write a post everyday. They are really not bothered as what i write or how i present. They know that writing in blog would make me feel happy , it is something i do with so much interest and passion and they push me to write my blog just for my happiness. They are so sweet at heart that they say that they would learn so many things from my blog(I don't believe it though). They eagerly wait for my posts and there is not a single day that they have not opened my blog page. Major contributors to my page view. More than thanking I feel I am obliged for their support.

I Thank Vidhya who gave me the first word saying " You can be a blogger Shwetha! You have that skill".Indeed because of her words I created this blog. Thank you da!

I Thank Archana , Sowmya, Indira , Shruthi and Viswanathan  who appreciate me whenever they are impressed with my writing. I've never witnessed even a pinch of ego with these people. I Thank you people.

I Thank my sisters , my mother , my aunty who encourage me and happily hear me when i read them my posts. They feel that "Am Great" in our family & secretly i boast at that. I Thank you all.

I Thank Divya  who regularly read my blog and would regularly comment on the way i present the post. Till now she has been the only critic i've  got.I have already thanked her for intimating me whenever i lack in writing skills. Now again I thank her for being a lover and a critic for my posts.

I Thank Akila Akka who recently sent a message from US statig that my blogs are good and she added " Keep rocking". I sincerely did not expect from her. I thank her heartily for that message.

I thank  My senior- for even when i compelled her to read my blog she has not read till now. I thank few more persons whom i consider important in my life for reading the blog purely out of compulsion and not showing a little encouragement even after reading. I understood them now. I thank them for giving the opportunity to understand them.

I thank my colleague Meena & Sunil who immediately read my blog once they heard that I am a blogger. Thank you so much for reading as soon as i told you.It meant a lot to me.

I thank each & every person who have crossed my blog even once. It really matters so much to me.I thank you even if you have spent less than a  minute in reading my blog. 

It is not a big success that i am celebrating. But this 1000 page views is not a cushy thing. I value each and every reader so much.I value your critics. I treasure your appreciations. I heartily thank you all!!!

YOU MADE ME ACHIEVE THIS. I'VE TASTED SUCCESS ONLY BECAUSE OF YOU.

Art of Thanking is not only preached but also practiced.