I used to wonder - why do some of the people get paid so much of salary and how some kind of jobs never get a good compensation. Once when I was younger , one day i met a student of my father. He was drawing 80000 salary at that time. bigg amount , I thought. Once in software, I realised that all we need is luck. This april my salary was 4261 pounds which has to translate to 2 lakh 80 thousand rupees a month..pheeewwwww

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I saw from one of my friends orkut album - "because there is only one 'first onsite'"..Yes its special. And I was so lucky I landed in UK in the best time of the year, and right into the middle of london. Every big spot is just a walk away from my apartment. (Its just a short and sweet short term onsite of just 1 month :()

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I have been always proud of my ethics always - professional or personal. Honesty is the best policy and Humour sense can make up for situations when you can be pathetic if honest. I have respected peoples time and appreciated their smallest of assistances. And the biggest positive I see inside of me is , I have the ability to forgive. To keep silent even when angry and to eventually forgive.
I am not afraid of change , I am humble yet not ashamed to advertise myself(which is written all over this webpage). I am an artist of sweeping under the carpet. I can make friends with new people in 30 seconds and even then keep a distance so that nobody can hurt me. I dont care for anybody.. But I am afraid of this and want to check the cold bloodedness. I get drunk from small amounts of alcohol, capacity is dropping by the day,which will help to save money..

I can be totally and intentionally carried away but after 15 minutes I come down to normal. I boast I tease I talk arrogant but only when I am sure my friend doesnt mind the arrogance and is happy for me. I can be jealous and conspiring but I can forgive.. I am money minded and stingy but I can also spend unexpectedly.. I remember tiniest details of people. I can make people happy.

I can make people happy but what I always want is to make myself happy. If only you wear the life jacket yourself, you can save others.

I pray sincerely and my eyes get filled unexpectedly when I watch elder people praying in a good friday Tamil way of cross. My eyes start pouring when I see will smith saying "..and this part of my life, this little part .. is happiness"

I love life in all its flavour. There will be succeess, failure ,love, forgetfulness, hatred, mislearnings, faithlessness, blessings, ingratitude, summer,rain, good filter coffee, attacking ganguly innings' RECORDINGS , good books, better music, tasty chicken al faham, black coffee in the evening , raining nights when I feel high.. more absurd and honest blogs..

A Real English Mass

It was a cool sunday morning warmed up by some christian love I would say. I had slept on an empty stomach the previous night - I had cooked food but fell asleep on the wrong side of the meals and had to toast a couple of breadslices at two o clock in the morning half way through sleep. The rice was already frozen. So waking up early was not difficult. I woke up at 7.20 and the mass at the church was at 8.00 am as I had noted 4 days ago while my roommate and I had an evening walk.

St Dunstan and all Saints,Stepney is the oldest church in East London. It stands in an other worldly charm beside a Garden. In the spring season it looked all the more beautiful. By the time I reached it was sharp 8. There was a lone lady waiting there. And all old ladys have a grand mother hidden inside them. Just like how I have the boy inside me. We started conversing. Do you know what she called me after we became friends .. 'Darling' :) Oh my granny youre so sweet..

She had been to India but only northern parts - actually many English tourists confine themselves within the golden triangle.

The service started comfortably late and there were just 8 of us in the church.4 ladies , the Reverend Chris Burke, myself an old man who looked like an old carribean cricketer and a Latvian youth. He seemed lost because he didnt speak english. It was so warm - we drank from the same cup..! The holy blood.. The interaction was really powerful. We stood in a semiarc of 3 meter(ahmm about 3 yards :)) during communion. Chritian faith is an asset for life.




After the mass ended , the priest came down to meet us. When i said i was from India he asked:
" Which part? "

I : Kerala


" Which part in Kerala ? "

I : ( What the!! an english man concerned about the kerala Geography? )
I : Kottayam..

Then he started a beautiful speech about the beautiful times he had in Kerala - Alappuzha, Trivandrum, Kollam, ootty..

He said Kerala is so amazingly beautiful. Then I told him , England is better..His high bass laughter reverberated in the church..

He said : "The grass is always brighter on the other side"




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I saw a narration of being British:

Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer , then , travelling home , grabbing an Indian curry or a Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch American shows on a Japanese TV. And the most British thing of all ? Suspicion of all things foreign !

Landing into a shangri La

Shangri La is a chinese term , I think it means heaven on earth. UK in spring is just that. Every where is boringly, tiringly, hopelessly beautiful.

How can everyone keep quiet about so many good things in the universe... I mean , my blogger friend dileep had landed in UK many months ago and he never said anything like this place is so beautiful..

And my first take off from Chennai - I will never forget.

The acceleration was big, but it wasnt a new feeling , I ride in Jovins R15 on the pillion seat on some brave days, acceleration does not frighten me - but as we tilted 45 degrees or something after takeoff, the chennai lights showed its full flair - like a coloured carpet infinitely vast. Fear + excitement + thrill.. And the arab girl air hostesses - real beauties.. I used to think some Indian girls are beautiful.. On the fourth day in UK , I know that I was wrong...;)

Cooking.. I started it two days back. Two breakfasts I have successfully survived. A semisolid paste with no taste , which is made from Rawa mixed with honey and sugar. It is actually a typical english breakfast introduced by Rokki. (My teammate and I got a lunch treat from a client - that was more like english food anyway..).

The travel checklist missed a couple of things - a mug ;) , slipper , spices.. I came from office just now, its 2 or 3 o clock in India early morning.Talk about negative points of software job ;)

Time for cooking..