Tujhya vina awesome song

Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina

Bhas ka ha tuza hot ase mala sang na
Lagate odh ka sarakhi ashi sang na
Zalo anolakhi maza malach mi
Vate mala ka vyarth sare sang na
Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina

Bhas ka ha tuza hot ase mala sang na
Lagate odh ka sarakhi ashi sang na
Zale anolakhi majhi malach mi
Vate mala ka vyarth sare sang na
Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina

Umajun sare jari khel ha mandala
Tarihi kasa sang na jeev ha guntala
Umajun sare jari khel ha mandala
Tarihi kasa sang na jeev ha guntala
Zale aata jari hote jase mani
Ka he badalale arth sare sang na
Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina

Vaat hote majhi tujhi jari vegali
Sobatichi tari aas sang ka lagali
Vaat hote majhi tujhi jari vegali
Sobatichi tari aas sang ka lagali
Firuni punha nave nate mala have
Jeev tutato ka ha asa re sang na
Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina

Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina
Tujhya vina tujhya vina

Shayari time :)

Nice one read somewhere:

Unhe ye shikaayat hai hamse...
ki hum har kisi ko dekh kar mushkurate hain...
nasamajh hain wo kya jaane...
hame to har chehre me wahi nazar aate hain…

23rd DEC, 2011... Farewell day @ TCS

After a restless night, finally the day had arrived -

Farewell day @ TCS

Many things going in my mind at the same time... and a memory from my degree college days flashed in my mind, b'coz of which i couldn't control my emotions... One of my commitments for my self, could accomplish it so well... Tata Consultancy Services was always a dream company for me and will always remain in future ahead...

It's been an honor, to be a part of TCS!!!

Engineering Taught Me A Lot !!!

I Never Believed In Luck
But Engineering Taught Me to..

I Never Believed In Shocking Miracles
But Engineering Taught Me to..

I Never Believed Results Could Be So Freaky...
But Engineering Taught Me to..

I Never Believed ,
I Could Smile at Professor Who Screwed My life
But Engineering Taught Me to..

I Never Believed,
I Could Study 1000 pages In 1 Night
But Engineering Taught Me to..

I Never Believed,
I Could Write 36 Pages In 3 Hrs
But Engineering Taught Me to..

I never Believed,
friends could be so handy to help out writing exam
But Engineering taught me to..

I Never Believed,
"I Could Cry Without Tears"
But Engineering Taught Me that to..

Enjoy one of the most interesting courses offered in the world
Enjoy the thrill
Enjoy the impossibilities.. !!
Dedicated to All The Engineers.. !! :))
If you're an Engineer then Proud to be one..!! :))

Nostalgic....

Today for a moment... all the memories, since 4th Aug, 2010, flashed up in front of my eyes... don't know if my decision is a wise one... but m happy tht i ws given an opportunity by fate, to live up one of my dreams...

Pahila urla nahis tu......

Pahila urla nahis tu
Asa kasa badalas tu?
Vegalach manus zalas tu
Dur kuthe gelas tu?
Pahila urla nahis tu

Kon jaane me hoto kay?
Kon jaane me ahe kay?
He sodhat sodhat jaane mhanjech jagane nahi kay?

Saare jug zaalay undara majaracha khel
Manache gaane ekayala ahe konala vel?

Udhat mathyacha ek tarun
Aata kuthe jaage houn
Mhanatoy aapan manus sodhu
Tutlya manachya bhinthi sandhu

Arre tu, tu tari mhanu nakos dost,
Asa kasa badalas tu.

Ka nahi jayeche me durr deshath?
Sthan milavache navya samajaat
Kartutva dakhavache mazya vishayat
Ka kudhat raheche nirash manaat?

Samjun kase ghet nahis tu?
Asa kasa badalas tu?
Pahila urla nahis tu.

Maze bhaadan nahiye tuzyashi
Maza savvad ahe keval mazyashi
Olandache sudha ahet mala samudra saare
Bhatkanti karyachi ahe hya ayushaat.
Nave nave prayog pahin jugacha pathivar
Mazi matra kavita ghirvin mazach, mazach maativar

Me aani mazi he pora
Soduya mhantoy he koda saara

Pan, pan dostit nasatat padat prashna asale
Kahi shan correct jamale…kahi thodkyat fasale

Tuzya manachi ubhari…mazhi mazhich tar ahe saari
Ek vatene jau kay ani nahi kay…..

have breakfast or be breakfast

Lenghty article but please find time to go through

Management Views from IIMB is an exclusive column written every two weeks by faculty members of the Indian Institute of Management Bangalore ]

Who sells the largest number of cameras in India ?

Your guess is likely to be Sony, Canon or Nikon. Answer is none of the above. The winner is Nokia whose main line of business in India is not cameras but cell phones.

Reason being cameras bundled with cellphones are outselling standalone cameras. Now, what prevents the cellphone from replacing the camera outright? Nothing at all. One can only hope the Sonys and Canons are taking note.

Try this. Who is the biggest in music business in India ? You think it is HMV Sa-Re-Ga-Ma? Sorry. The answer is Airtel. By selling caller tunes (that play for 30 seconds) Airtel makes more than what music companies make by selling music albums (that run for hours).

Incidentally Airtel is not in music business. It is the mobile service provider with the largest subscriber base in India . That sort of competitor is difficult to detect, even more difficult to beat (by the time you have identified him he has already gone past you). But if you imagine that Nokia and Bharti (Airtel's parent) are breathing easy you can't be farther from truth.

"What Apple did to Sony, Sony did to Kodak, explain?" Sony defined its market as audio (music from the walkman). They never expected an IT company like Apple to encroach into their audio domain. Come to think of it, is it really surprising? Apple as a computer maker has both audio and video capabilities. So what made Sony think he won't compete on pure audio? So also Kodak defined its business as film cameras, Sony defines its businesses as "digital."

In digital camera the two markets perfectly meshed. Kodak was torn between going digital and sacrificing money on camera film or staying with films and getting left behind in digital technology. Left undecided it lost in both. It had to. It did not ask the question "who is my competitor for tomorrow?" The same was true for IBM whose mainframe revenue prevented it from seeing the PC. The same was true of Bill Gates who declared "internet is a fad!" and then turned around to bundle the browser with windows to bury Netscape. The point is not who is today's competitor. Today's competitor is obvious. Tomorrow's is not.

Hiding behind all these wars is a gem of a question – "who is my competitor?"

In 2008, who was the toughest competitor to British Airways in India ? Singapore airlines? Better still, Indian airlines? Maybe, but there are better answers. There are competitors that can hurt all these airlines and others not mentioned. The answer is videoconferencing and telepresence services of HP and Cisco. Travel dropped due to recession. Senior IT executives in India and abroad were compelled by their head quarters to use videoconferencing to shrink travel budget

So much so, that the mad scramble for American visas from Indian techies was nowhere in sight in 2008. ( India has a quota of something like 65,000 visas to the U.S. They were going a-begging. Blame it on recession!). So far so good. But to think that the airlines will be back in business post recession is something I would not bet on. In short term yes. In long term a resounding no. Remember, if there is one place where Newton 's law of gravity is applicable besides physics it is in electronic hardware. Between 1977 and 1991 the prices of the now dead VCR (parent of Blue-Ray disc player) crashed to one-third of its original level in India . PC's price dropped from hundreds of thousands of rupees to tens of thousands. If this trend repeats then telepresence prices will also crash. Imagine the fate of airlines then. As it is not many are making money. Then it will surely be RIP!

India has two passions. Films and cricket. The two markets were distinctly different. So were the icons. The cricket gods were Sachin and Sehwag. The filmi gods were the Khans (Aamir Khan, Shah Rukh Khan and the other Khans who followed suit). That was, when cricket was fundamentally test cricket or at best 50 over cricket. Then came IPL and the two markets collapsed into one. IPL brought cricket down to 20 overs. Suddenly an IPL match was reduced to the length of a 3 hour movie. Cricket became film's competitor. On the eve of IPL matches movie halls ran empty. Desperate multiplex owners requisitioned the rights for screening IPL matches at movie halls to hang on to the audience. If IPL were to become the mainstay of cricket, as it is likely to be, films have to sequence their releases so as not clash with IPL matches. As far as the audience is concerned both are what in India are called 3 hour "tamasha" (entertainment). Cricket season might push films out of the market.

Look at the products that vanished from India in the last 20 years.When did you last see a black and white movie? When did you last use a fountain pen? When did you last type on a typewriter? The answer for all the above is "I don't remember!" For some time there was a mild substitute for the typewriter called electronic typewriter that had limited memory. Then came the computer and mowed them all. Today most technologically challenged guys like me use the computer as an upgraded typewriter. Typewriters per se are nowhere to be seen.

One last illustration. 20 years back what were Indians using to wake them up in the morning? The answer is "alarm clock." The alarm clock was a monster made of mechanical springs. It had to be physically keyed every day to keep it running. It made so much noise by way of alarm, that it woke you up and the rest of the colony. Then came quartz clocks which were sleeker. They were much more gentle though still quaintly called "alarms." What do we use today for waking up in the morning? Cellphone! An entire industry of clocks disappeared without warning thanks to cell phones. Big watch companies like Titan were the losers. You never know in which bush your competitor is hiding!

Future is scary! The boss of an IT company once said something interesting about the animal called competition. He said "Have breakfast …or…. be breakfast"! That sums it up rather neatly.

Success is not something to wait for; it's something to work for…

Money has no memory. Experience has.

Money has no memory. Experience has. You will never know what the total cost of your education was, but for a lifetime you will recall and relive the memories of schools and colleges. Few years from now, you will forget the amount you paid to settle the hospitalization bill, but will ever cherish having saved your mother's life or the life you get to live with the just born. You won't remember the cost of your honeymoon, but to the last breath remember the experiences of the bliss of togetherness. Money has no memory. Experience has.

Good times and bad times, times of prosperity and times of poverty, times when the future looked so secure and times when you didn't know from where the tomorrow will come& life has been in one way or the other a roller-coaster ride for everyone. Beyond all that abundance and beyond all that deprivation, what remains is the memory of experiences. Sometimes the wallet was full& sometimes even the pocket was empty. There was enough and you still had reasons to frown. There wasn't enough and you still had reasons to smile. Today, you can look back with tears of gratitude for all the times you had laughed together, and also look back with a smile at all the times you cried alone. All in all, life filled you with experiences to create a history of your own self, and you alone can remember them all.

The first time you balanced yourself on your cycle without support& The first time she said 'yes' and it was two years since you proposed& The first cry& the first steps& the first word& the first kiss& all of your child& The first gift you bought for your parents and the first gift your daughter gave you& The first award& the first public appreciation& the first stage performance& And the list is endless& Experiences, with timeless memory& No denying that anything that's material cost money, but the fact remains the cost of the experience will be forgotten, but the experience never.

So, what if it's economic recession? Let it be, but let there not be a recession to the quality of your life. You can still take your parents, if not on a pilgrimage, at least to the local temple. You can still play with your children, if not on an international holiday, at least in the local park. It doesn't cost money to lie down or to take a loved one onto your lap. Nice time to train the employees, create leadership availability and be ready for the wonderful times when they arrive. Hey! Aspects like your health, knowledge development and spiritual growth are not economy dependent.

Time will pass& economy will revive& currency will soon be in current& and in all this; I don't want you to look back and realize you did nothing but stayed in gloom. Recession can make you lose out on money. Let it not make you lose out on experiences& If you are not happy with what you have, no matter how much more you have, you will still not be happy.

Make a statement with the way you live your life: How I feel has nothing to do with how much I have....

A poem by a Father...

Do read it once...........I am sure u also won't be left untouched by the words and the feelings that they depict.
The last stanza, after reading from the beginning, suddenly slows down the heart-beats..




DAD - BABY RACHEL - MOM



A sad Dad's poem...
This is a beautiful poem. There is an appeal from a Zimbabwean
couple at the bottom of message, not asking for anything more
than that you hand the poem on.
The husband wrote the poem..





TO MY CHILD


Just for this morning, I am going to


smile when I see your face and laugh


when I feel like crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you


choose what you want to wear,


and smile and say how perfect it is.


Just for this morning, I am going to step


over the laundry and pick you up and take you to


the park to play.


Just for this morning, I will leave the

dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put


that puzzle of yours together.


Just for this afternoon, I will unplug


the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with


you in the backyard and blow bubbles.


Just for this afternoon, I will not yell


once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and

whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one


if he comes by.


Just for this afternoon, I won't worry


about what you are going to be when you grow up, or


second guess every decision I have made where you are


concern ed.


Just for this afternoon, I will let you


help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you


trying to fix them.


Just for this afternoon, I will take us

to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can


have both toys.


Just for this evening, I will hold you in


my arms and tell you a story about how you were


born and how much I love you.


Just for this evening, I will let you


splash in the tub and not get angry.


Just for this evening, I will let you


stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle


beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my


finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be

grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.


I will think about the mothers and


fathers who are searching for their missing children, the


mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's


graves instead of their bedrooms. The mothers


and fathers who are in hospital rooms


watching their children suffer senselessly and screaming


inside that little body

And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold


you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then,


that I will thank God for you, and ask him for


nothing, except one more day..............

A LETTER FROM A GIRL TO JRD TATA IN 1974 (Worth a read..)

This is the stuff legends are made of..Worth a read..



THE GIRL WRITING AS HERSELF....



It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies' hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science. I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a doctorate in computer science. I had been offered scholarships from Universities in the US... I had not thought of taking up a job in India.



One day, while on the way to my hostel from our lecture-hall complex, I saw an advertisement on the notice board. It was a standard job-requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (now Tata Motors)... It stated that the company required young, bright engineers, hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc.



At the bottom was a small line: 'Lady Candidates need not apply.' I read it and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was up against gender discrimination.



Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had done extremely well in academics, better than most of my male peers... Little did I know then that in real life academic excellence is not enough to be successful?



After reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost person in Telco's management about the injustice the company was perpetrating. I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I did not know who headed Telco



I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew JRD Tata was the head of the Tata Group; I had seen his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company's chairman then) I took the card, addressed it to JRD and started writing. To this day I remember clearly what I wrote. 'The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They are the people who started the basic infrastructure industries in India, such as iron and steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives they have cared for higher education in India since 1900 and they were responsible for the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis of gender.'



I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, I received a telegram stating that I had to appear for an interview at Telco's Pune facility at the company's expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap! I collected Rs30 each from everyone who wanted a sari when I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back then they seemed good enough to make the trip.



It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately fell in love with the city.



To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown. The place changed my life in so many ways. As directed, I went to Telco's Pimpri office for the interview.



There were six people on the panel and I realized then that this was serious business.



'This is the girl who wrote to JRD,' I heard somebody whisper as soon as I entered the room. By then I knew for sure that I would not get the job. The realization abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the interview was being conducted.



Even before the interview started, I reckoned the panel was biased, so I told them, rather impolitely, 'I hope this is only a technical interview.'



They were taken aback by my rudeness, and even today I am ashamed about my attitude.The panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them.



Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, 'Do you know why we said lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that we have never employed any ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-ed college; this is a factory. When it comes to academics, you are a first ranker throughout. We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories.



I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place.



I did not know the ways of large corporate houses and their difficulties, so I answered, 'But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to work in your factories.'



Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had been successful. So this was what the future had in store for me. Never had I thought I would take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnataka there, we became good friends and we got married.



It was only after joining Telco that I realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him till I was transferred to Bombay. One day I had to show some reports to Mr Moolgaokar, our chairman, who we all knew as SM. I was in his office on the first floor of Bombay House (the Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in. That was the first time I saw 'appro JRD'. Appro means 'our' in Gujarati. This was the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House called him. I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard episode. SM introduced me nicely, 'Jeh (that's what his close associates called him), this young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate.



She is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor.' JRD looked at me. I was praying he would not ask me any questions about my interview (or the postcard that preceded it).



Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he remarked. 'It is nice that girls are getting into engineering in our country. By the way, what is your name?'



'When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni, Sir,' I replied. 'Now I am Sudha Murthy.' He smiled and kindly smile and started a discussion with SM. As for me, I almost ran out of the room.



After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was the Tata Group chairman and I was merely an engineer. There was nothing that we had in common. I was in awe of him.



One day I was waiting for Murthy, my husband, to pick me up after office hours. To my surprise I saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know how to react. Yet again I started worrying about that postcard. Looking back, I realize JRD had forgotten about it. It must have been a small incident for him, but not so for me.



'Young lady, why are you here?' he asked. 'Office time is over.' I said, 'Sir, I'm waiting for my husband to come and pick me up.' JRD said, 'It is getting dark and there's no one in the corridor.



I'll wait with you till your husband comes.'



I was quite used to waiting for Murthy, but having JRD waiting alongside made me extremely uncomfortable.



I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him. He wore a simple white pant and shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing. There wasn't any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, 'Look at this person. He is a chairman, a well-respected man in our country and he is waiting for the sake of an ordinary employee.'



Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called and said, 'Young lady, tell your husband never to make his wife wait again.' In 1982 I had to resign from my job at Telco. I was reluctant to go, but I really did not have a choice. I was coming down the steps of Bombay House after wrapping up my final settlement when I saw JRD coming up. He was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say goodbye to him, so I stopped. He saw me and paused.



Gently, he said, 'So what are you doing, Mrs. Kulkarni?' (That was the way he always addressed me.) 'Sir, I am leaving Telco.'



'Where are you going?' he asked. 'Pune, Sir. My husband is starting a company called Infosys and I'm shifting to Pune.'



'Oh! And what will you do when you are successful.'



'Sir, I don't know whether we will be successful.' 'Never start with diffidence,' he advised me 'Always start with confidence. When you are successful you must give back to society. Society gives us so much; we must reciprocate. Wish you all the best.'



Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for what seemed like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive.



Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once did. I told him of my many sweet memories of working with Telco. Later, he wrote to me, 'It was nice hearing about Jeh from you. The sad part is that he's not alive to see you today.'



I consider JRD a great man because, despite being an extremely busy person, he valued one postcard written by a young girl seeking justice. He must have received thousands of letters everyday. He could have thrown mine away, but he didn't do that. He respected the intentions of that unknown girl, who had neither influence nor money, and gave her an opportunity in his company. He did not merely give her a job; he changed her life and mindset forever.



Close to 50 per cent of the students in today's engineering colleges are girls. And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments. I see these changes and I think of JRD. If at all time stops and asks me what I want from life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to see how the company we started has grown. He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.



My love and respect for the House of Tata remains undiminished by the passage of time. I always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role model for his simplicity, his generosity, his kindness and the care he took of his employees. Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky; they had the same vastness and magnificence. (Sudha Murthy is a widely published writer and chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved in a number of social development initiatives. Infosys chairman Narayana Murthy is her husband.)



Article sourced from: Lasting Legacies (Tata Review- Special Commemorative Issue 2004), brought out by the house of Tatas to commemorate the 100th birth anniversary of JRD Tata on July 29, 2004 .

Damalelya Babachi hi Kahani Lyrics !

Excellent song by Salil-Sandeep.. I hope you would have liked it in their programme “Ayushavar bolu kahi”

The prelude to this song is “Duur deshi gela baba”.. That song was a little child singing how lonley she feels when her father is not with her. This song is the fathers perspective, as how his whole life he only wanted to be with his child, play with her, pick her up in his arms, tell lots of nice stories to her, but rarely got the time because of his office, his work and everyday struggle.

The song is available on you-tube to watch.

Here are the lyrics:

Damalelya Babachi hi Kahani

komejun nijaleli ek pari rani,
utaralele tond dola sutalele pani ||2||
rojchech aahe sare kahi aaj nahi
mafi kashi magu pori mala tond nahi
zopetach gheto tula aaj mi kushita
nijatach tari pan yeshila khushita
sangayachi aahe majha sanulya phula
damalelya babachi hi kahani tula …

la..la la la la , la..la la la la… ||2||

aat-paat nagarat gardi hot bhari
ghamaghum raja kari local chi wari ||2||
roj sakalis raja nighatana bole,
goshta sagayache kaal rahuniya gele
jamalech nahi kaal yene mala jari
aaj pari yenaar mi veletach ghari
swapanatlya gava madhe maru mag pheri
kharya khurya pari sathi goshtitali pari
bandhin mi thakalelya hatancha jhula
damalelya babachi hi kahani tula …

la..la la la la , la..la la la la… ||2||

offisat ushira mi asato basun
bhandavale doke gele kamat budun
taas taas jato khaal mane ne nighun
ek ek diva jato haluch vijun
ashaveli kai sangu kai kai vate
athava sobat pani dolyatun date
vatate ki uthuniya tuja paas yave
tujhyasathi mi punha lahaan he vhave
ugachach rusave ni bhandave tujhashi
chimukale khel kahi mandave tujhashi

udhalat khidalat bolshil kahi
baghatana bhaan mala uranaar nahi ||2||
hasuniya ugachach oradel kahi
durunach apalyala baghanari aai
tari suddha doghe jan danga mandu asa
kshana kshana var thevu khodkar thasa
sangayachi aahe majha sanulya phula
damalelya babachi hi kahani tula …

la..la la la la , la..la la la la… ||2||

damalya payane jevha yeil jambhaiee
mau-mau doodh bhat bharvel aai
gosta aikala mag yeshil na ashi
savari cha ushi hun maau majhi kushi

kushi majhi sangat aahe aaik bala kahi
sadodit jari ka mi tujha paas nahi
jeu makhu nhau khau ghalto na tula
aai pari veni-phani karto na tula ||2||
tujha sathi aai pari bab pan khula
tow hi kadhi gup chup radato re bala
sangayachi aahe majha sanulya phula
damalelya babachi hi kahani tula …

la..la la la la , la..la la la la… ||2||

bolkya madhe luk-luklela tujha pahila daat
ani pahilyadhach ghetlas jevha mau bhaat
aai mhanya adhi suddha mhanli hotis baba
rangat-rangat ghetlas jevha gharacha tu taba
lutu-lutu ubha rahat taklas paool pahila
door cha pahat rahilo fakta, javalcha pahaichach rahila

asa gelo aahe bala pura adkun
halli tula zopetach pahato durun ||2||
asa kasa baba dev lekarala deto
lavakar jato ani ushirani yeto
balpan gele tujhe guj nisatun
ure kai tujha majha onjhali madhun
jari yete othi tujha majhasathi hase
najaret tujha kahi anolkhi dise
tujha jagatun baba harvel ka ga?
mothepani baba tula athavel ka ga? ||2||
sasurala jata jata umbarathya madhe
babasathi yeil ka pani dolyamadhe?….

la..la la la la , la..la la la la… ||2||
la..la la la la , la..la la la la… ||2||

8 best moments in life

1. Giving the 1st salary to ur parents.
2. Thinking your love with tears.
3. Looking old photos & smiling.
4. A sweet & emotional chat with friends
5. Holding hands with your loved ones for a walk.
6. Getting a hug from one who cares you.
7. 1st kiss to your child when he /she is born.
8. The moments when your eyes are filled with tears after a big laugh.

Don't Put Off Your Happy Life
Wish u all such gr8 moments!
Have a wonderful life!

Never ever let success go to your head!

There’s an alarming trend taking place: People who have had some degree of good fortune and success tend to lose their humility and become at least slightly arrogant. This is very unfortunate for many reasons. First, and most obviously, no one really wants to be around someone who is arrogant. It’s boring, and it’s annoying! Arrogance implies a lack of gratitude. The assumption is, “I did this all by myself; it’s all about me.” Factors such as Lord’s blessings, good fortune, and so on are forgotten or disregarded.

In addition, when you allow success to go to your head, your stress levels skyrocket and your quality of life gradually disappears. People will stop liking you, and eventually, you’ll stop liking yourself.

Friendships slip away; obsessive busyness and a lack of time take over. Someone who was happy and relatively easy to please is now impossible to satisfy.

I’ve read articles about celebrities, athletes, and business people who have done really well – their talent, timing, hard work, luck, and all the rest of it kicked in at just the right time. Yet, rather than being grateful and keeping a sense of perspective, they think that they are somehow better or more important than others simply because they’re good at something and have enjoyed some success.

Never ever let success go to your head!

2 days @ TCS!!!!!!!! (before and after effects)

2 days @ TCS!!!!!!!! (before and after effects)

Day 1: 4th Aug, 2010

Left my place early morning, after thanking my parents and God for giving me such a wonderful life, a once in a lifetime opportunity.
This day ws arranged @ Seepz....TCS ODC 3.
It started with submission of medical certificate and previous company's relieving docs and a free brk fst.
All joining formalities, bank formalities and PF- gratuity nomination forms were filled on this particular day.
Was really pleased to hear the words 'Welcome to TCS' frm the HR. Everything winded up quickly as it ws the first day of all the joinees. By the time I had made some new contacts.
Thn I visited my ex company to meet all my ex colleagues..

Day 2: 5th Aug, 2010

This day ws arranged @ Thane Yantra park
It started with a free brk fst. Thn every1 ws asked to assemble in a hall.
The hall was jam packed. Everyone was excited.
This ws the induction day. The sessions like HR, Finance, PEG, RMG etc followed one after the other with a free lunch organised by TCS. The videos and presentations were really good as they made me feel proud tht i have become a part of such a large grp.The day ended with distribution of apptmnt letters and project allocation. Thn I found myself lonely in the crowd as I ws the only one for CF technology.. :-(

TRUTH OF LIFE [ The funeral of the person hindering your growth ]

One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big advice on the door on which it was written: "Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym".

In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that man who hindered the growth of his colleagues and the company itself. The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room.

The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up. Everyone thought: "Who is this guy who was hindering my progress?

Well, at least he died!".
Very important,must read
One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it they suddenly became speechless. They stood nearby the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul.

There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see himself. There was also a sign next to the mirror that said:

"There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth: it is YOU. You are the only person who can revolutionize your life. You are the only person who can influence your happiness, your realization and your success. You are the only person who can help yourself.

Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your partner changes, when your company changes.

Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs, when you realize that you are the only one responsible for your life.

"The most important relationship you can have, is the one you have with yourself"

Examine yourself, watch yourself. Don't be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses: be a winner, build yourself and your reality. The world is like a mirror: it gives back to anyone the reflection of the thoughts in which one has strongly believed.

The world and your reality are like mirrors laying in a coffin, which show to any individual the death of his divine capability to imagine and create his happiness and his success.

for married frnds

Nice one….



Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends. You order what you want, then when you see what the other person has, you wish you had ordered that.
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Man: Is there any way for long life?
Dr: Get married.
Man: Will it help?
Dr: No, but the thought of long life will never come.
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Why do couples hold hands during their wedding?
It's a formality just like two boxers shaking hands before the fight begins!
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Wife: Darling today is our anniversary, what should we do?
Husband: Let us stand in silence for 2 minutes.
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It's funny when people discuss Love Marriage vs Arranged.
It's like asking someone, if suicide is better or being murdered
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It is difficult to understand GOD. He makes such beautiful things as women and then he turns them into Wives
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If u r married please ignore this msg, for everyone else: " Happy Independence Day"
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Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking about something you say.
After marriage, he'll fall asleep before you finish.
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There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage
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Galfriends r like chocolates, taste gud anytime.
Lovers r like PIZZAS, Hot n spicy, eaten frequently.
Husbands r like Dal RICE, eaten when there`s no choice
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Man receives telegram: Wife dead-should be buried or cremated?
Man: Don't take any chances. Burn the body and bury the ash.
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Prospective husband: Do you have a book called 'Man, The Master of Women'?
Salesgirl: The fiction department is on the other side, sir.
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Q: Why dogs don't marry?
A: Because they are already leading a dog's life!
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There was this guy who told his woman that he loved her so much that he would go through hell for her. They got married and now he is going thru hell.
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Fact of life: One woman brings you into this world crying & the other ensures you continue to do so for the rest of your life!
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Q: Why doesn't law permit a man to marry a second woman?
A: Because as per law you cannot be punished twice for the same offence

TCS Contest

Must read story.
There was a contest in TCS to write a fictional story for 500 words max which would start with the line " On a dark and foggy night, a small figure lay huddled on the railway tracks leading to the Chennai station "
This is what a guy wrote for the contest..... .. and surprisingly, it was adjudged the best short story : ))

On a dark and foggy night, a small figure lay huddled on the railway tracks leading to the Chennai station. At once I was held back to see someone in that position during midnight with no one around. With curiosity taking the front seat, I went near the body and tried to investigate it. There was blood all over the body which was lying face down. It seemed that a ruthless blow by the last train could have caused the end of this body which seemed to be that of a guy of around my age. Amidst the gory blood flow, I could see a folded white envelope which was fluttering in the midnight wind. Carefully I took the blood stained envelope and was surprised to see the phrase "Appraisal Letter" on it. With curiosity rising every moment, I wasted no time in opening the envelope to see if I can find some details about the dead guy. The tag around the body's neck and the jazzy appraisal cover gave me the hint that he might be a software engineer. I opened the envelope to find a shining paper on which the appraisal details where typed in flying colors. Thunders broke into my ears and lightening struck my heart when I saw the appraisal amount of the dead guy!!!!! My God, it was not even, as much as the cost of the letter on which the appraisal details were printed.... My heart poured out for the guy and huge calls were heard inside my mind saying "no wonder, this guy died such a miserable death"... As a fellow worker in the same industry, I thought I should mourn for him for the sake of respect and stood there with a heavy heart thinking of the shock that he would have experien! ced when his manager had placed the appraisal letter in his hand. I am sure his heart would have stopped and eyes would have gone blank for few seconds looking at the near to nothing increment in his salary.
While I mourned for him, for a second my hands froze to see the employee's name in the appraisal letter... hey, what a strange co-incidence, this guy's name is same as mine, including the initials. This was interesting.
With some mental strength, I turned the body upside down and found myself fainted for a second. The guy not only had my name, but also looked exactly like me. Same looks, same built, same name.... it was me who was dead there!!!!!!! ! While I was lost in that shock, I felt someone patting on my shoulders. My heart stopped completely, I could not breathe and sprung in fear to see who was behind...... ... splash!!! Went the glass of water on my laptop screen as I came out of my wild dream to see my manager standing behind my chair patting on my shoulder saying, "wake up man? Come to meeting room number two. I have your appraisal letter ready".

Software Engineer in a true sense

It was raining heavily outside. Dark clouds gathered in the sky and nature was in its ominous best. I took a break from my work and went to the pantry to grab a cup of coffee. I had a sip and went near the window to see the rain pouring down heavily outside the glass structure. I was inside our huge office building, unruffled by even the fierceness of the nature. Through the heavy transparent glass, I could see a small girl trying to hold on to her umbrella which the wind was snatching away from her. I felt sorry for the girl, and was happy that I was not in a similar pathetic situation. Yes. I take pride for the fact that I am a software engineer. I have everything which a common man would envy; money, status, respect, you name it I have it. I always wanted to be software professional and here I am, working for one of the best firms in the world. But then, am I really happy? Now, I could see an imprint of my palm on the other glass window, through which I reminisced my past, basked in the warmth of the sun shine. My childhood was so much of fun. I vividly remember those rainy days, when I hugged my mother tightly during sleeping listening to all the stories told by her. Now, I have a big house here, but then it is just a house, not a home. My parents are pretty far away from me now. I have a cell phone to talk to them everyday, but then I really miss those dinners which I had with my family everyday. I could easily afford to taste all the different cuisines these days, but the best of food there, lack the love and affection which is present in the food prepared by my mother. I threw a lavish party for my colleagues for my birthday, but then they would never replace the birthdays when my friends secretly brought a cake and at the end, half of the cake would have ended up on my face. The couple of hundred bucks that u save for a long period just to give a treat to your friends in the road side chat shop can never give the pleasure even after spending a few thousand bucks these days. The scene of me crying and refusing to have dinner on the day when I fought with my best friend came to my mind. Today, she has gone far away from me, taking away my love and with it my life, but I am sitting and coding here with a false smile on my face. Everyday I meet new people, but then I long ceased to make a new friend. It's true that I have a lot of things now. I have a nice bed, but no time to sleep. Lots of money, but no friends to spend it with. The latest designer clothes, but a worn out body . Quite a few to flirt, but no one to love. Awards for technical excellence, but no reward for the crave for peaceful ambience. A confident demeanor, but a reluctant and apathetic mind. Full of rain, but no sunshine even in the farthest distance. Now, I could see the small girl on the road enjoying in the rain with her umbrella firmly in her grip. She might not have all the comforts which I have, but then she has the innocence and fun which I lost a long time back. I have decided to come out of this false fantasy, even if it is at the expense of losing the tap of the software engineer. I am going to again enjoy my life. I am going to go out in the rain and play with the small kid now. I removed my tie, and went near my computer to shut it down. Just then, I saw a new mail alert in my mail box. I slowly opened outlook and I found a message from my manager with an attachment saying that there was a critical defect in the code and I have to fix it soon. I convinced myself that I am not going to get bogged down again by these pressures and stick to my decision. I ignored the mail and went to the rest room. After a couple of minutes, the software engineer in me came out, his shirt tucked in with the perfect tie knot, sat before the computer, and started typing,Hi XYZ,I am looking into the defect and will send the patch files before EOD.