tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55537523340037120562024-03-13T14:02:27.209+05:30Potluck of ThoughtsSowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-21765992757732729672016-05-30T13:14:00.000+05:302016-05-30T13:14:02.815+05:30Life Partner
Krishnaa was standing poised as the ball rolled down the lane
to hit its ten pin target. It was a strike and as most of the time she finished
top of the board. Her colleagues were thrilled as apart from her individual win
it was a friendly competition with their rival company. They all were behaving
like a bunch of college kids and went out for a beer to celebrate their win.
In the evening Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-10753980206819523752016-04-25T14:28:00.002+05:302016-04-25T14:30:04.339+05:30Phoenix Moment
The phoenix in the painting of the wall seemed like it
moved. ‘Is it my imagination?’
Is it a signal that she should take it up? God I should stop
thinking like this, maybe it’s the overdose of Bollywood movies or hindi
serials that’s giving me these kinda thoughts.
Marisha was a high flying corporate employee who climbed up
the corporate ladder at great speed. She was always excited Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-14238240829211857142016-04-18T13:15:00.003+05:302016-04-18T19:15:55.629+05:30Startled
Being the weekend as always she had made plans of going out.
This day it was a music show; it was the first time that her daughter would be
attending one. She was Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-88450848389311608272011-12-29T11:24:00.000+05:302011-12-29T11:24:47.497+05:30Is this it.........?(Courtesy: Internet)Standing at the door step ready to leave; suddenly there were gray clouds passing by in front of my eyes, that’s right not above but right in front of my eyes. There were high rise buildings from different countries, schools, parks etc passing by in that cloud. Shocked out of my wits I could not understand what is happening. This went on for 5 mins and then suddenly calm Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-70880985905035607082011-11-16T22:14:00.000+05:302011-11-16T22:14:48.838+05:30On time?:-(It was 9.45 AM and I was standing in front of Indian Coffee House on mg road. I walked a bit towards the Deccan Herald office and read the news for the day. Though I would have read the newspaper at home, that piece of paper that they display in the glass window is a must see for me, when I pass that way. It probably is my habit that I caught hold of when I was studying journalism to catch hold Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-33296990405968418502011-10-29T10:42:00.002+05:302011-10-29T19:41:00.893+05:30Four SidesThere was a spring in Kishan’s feet and a tune on his lips when he left the Cox and Kings office. It was after a long time that he had walked to a place and because of his happiness he was hardly looking at the road. It was not like it was the first time that he was going to Paris, as being the CEO of one of the leading firms he visits overseas almost every month; but going to an officeSowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-45913056990246921632011-08-30T19:43:00.000+05:302011-08-30T19:43:38.038+05:30Let's go to Comm St......Retail Therapy – the one thing that definitely works for me. When am sad, when am happy or when I’am sick too a little of shopping can do wonders to me.
Inspite of all the malls that have sprouted in Bangalore City the one place that I used to haunt when in college and now is Commercial Street. Among my relatives the common joke that they have is if they don’t find me home then am there. Don’t Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-51443176933003942562011-08-05T18:12:00.000+05:302011-08-05T18:12:33.555+05:30SMS2bhk flat for 20lac at hebbal! Ready flats with 100% loan ! Call Now: 99……..
With atleast 20 messages about new readily available flats, 5-6 messages on discounts on products and of course 2-3 millions I win daily for some random reason am all set to roll on a message deleting spree throughout the day. Am sure most of you are wondering so why I don’t put myself into a “DND” (Do not Disturb) Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-7048192044932926502011-07-06T20:04:00.000+05:302011-07-06T20:04:02.881+05:30'Corp' - Decade Update10 years back for my first job after college I was accompanied by my father for interview. Those were not the days when you were hunted down by consultants for jobs. I had no intention of studying further (atleast then) or to follow any professional discipline and just wanted to work in some office doing some mundane activity. My father had referred me to this small firm as he had a business Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-44068891389107291122011-06-14T17:48:00.004+05:302011-06-16T15:21:04.737+05:30Lush
She landed at the palakkad station with amma and achan at 8am like every year, when they come down to the ancestral home for the harvest festival ‘Onam’. As it would take another hour for them to travel by bus and reach home they stop at the usual small hotel. This time she tried out their idiappam and like all the other dishes she had tried here over the years the taste was so simple and Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-5824305883373467282011-06-09T17:24:00.003+05:302011-06-09T17:40:20.544+05:30BBMP – Not a Rant……..As I moved into our new apartment I was prepared for all initial glitches of moving into new place and new location like not finding everything in the nearest store, backup generator not yet running, roads not being well done etc etc.
The one thing that I was not prepared for was the uncivic manner of disposing garbage. However I’am not writing this about instilling civic sense but on the Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-52999881967628460482011-05-20T13:44:00.000+05:302011-05-20T13:44:37.126+05:30Ode to HerMy grandmom(Muthashi) was one strong woman who used to be the source of strength for the entire family. Being the mother of 9 children it was obvious that by the time she was in her 90’s all her children were tied up in their own families and had children and some their own grand children. Also some of them had health issues which did not permit them to move around as freely as they would want Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-28352700061224718312011-03-07T15:29:00.002+05:302011-03-07T19:30:19.617+05:30'In'trospect“Faith is what you feel is right”. I always used to think of faith in this manner and nowadays hear more people tell that.
Since childhood my mother used to tell me so many things in terms of imposing faith like ‘pray only after taking bath’, ‘go to temple on your birthday’, ‘light the lamp twice a day’ etc etc. Each time she used to tell me something like this I used to ask my trademark Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-63594730625556668302010-12-06T16:29:00.000+05:302010-12-06T16:29:10.892+05:30Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at writing a short story so posting it after thinking many times.
Washed Out
She stomped out of the house with tears in her eyes got into her car and drove away.
To say the least, he was shocked with her reaction as he knew her mood swings quite well. She had always been the center of attention be it her wit or at discussing a political topic or a social Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-71967283177729318102010-12-02T21:11:00.000+05:302010-12-02T21:11:02.654+05:30'Hinglish' - Got closer to realityHinglish movies were the attempts by some new directors at making realistic movies. This is one genre of movies which I have come to like because of the simple treatment given to it and utmost attention given to its story and screenplay. Once I started watching I was of course hooked to them. Though the list is endless some of the ones that I remember as being ones which I liked the best are the Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-1997987371127042442010-11-27T22:53:00.001+05:302010-11-27T22:53:59.973+05:30Garam chai kee pyali...With the number of options for lunch around our workplace going out has been a constant factor. This again was one such day and the reason am writing this is not about the place or anything but I just loved the texture and color of this tea. The regret is I was not the one who got to drink this because just before that had such a huge cup(almost a pitcher) of coffee:-) Anyway there's always a Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-56173115977602884412010-11-13T19:44:00.002+05:302010-11-17T19:18:23.983+05:30MystiqueBeing born and brought up in Bangalore my tryst with Kerala had always been the one month school summer vacation where I used to go meet all my cousins(total fun) and be dragged to all possible weddings(no fun) across kerala.
So it must have during college times or maybe a little after that I started getting attracted to the mysticism of kerala. Each and every thing started to have a mysterious Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-54569030282877798192010-10-11T21:47:00.000+05:302010-10-11T21:47:00.764+05:30"We are family"I won! I won! Strangest and the most unexpected. I won the second prize in a photo contest. The photo and caption entered for the contest is the above one.Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-39821140718915276402010-10-08T20:28:00.003+05:302010-11-18T13:06:28.043+05:30RealizationHe was in 3rd grade when he started having strange experiences of sighting the ghost of a lady sitting and writing and on some occasions of a man & the lady arguing. He decided that he would confess at church after the mass the coming Sunday. At church the priest was giving condolence for a family on the 1st anniversary of the death of their son who was murdered by a maniac a year ago.
WhenSowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-40376732143652404142010-10-01T20:05:00.000+05:302010-10-01T20:07:09.265+05:30Tipped OverTake 1 - Since schooldays we used to go to kerala by ‘Kanyakumari express’. The place ‘Kanyakumari since then had been in my imagination as one place that I should visit. The idea of it being at the southernmost tip of India and the place where sea is the confluence of Arabian Sea, Bay of Bengal and Indian Ocean have always been a very romantic concept for me.Take 2 - Last year while planning forSowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-24685210613319541782010-09-30T17:28:00.000+05:302010-09-30T17:29:27.395+05:30Baap re baap kamaal hai aap....In Mythology there is a story based during the time of creation. Brahma the creator was once approached by the king turned Sage Vishwamitra expressing his desire to be given the power to create. Brahma handed over the duty of creation to him. The sage’s first creation was a green/red fleshy fruit which had a very smooth skin and very beautiful to look at. He was very happy with the output and Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-64401784493918627422010-05-16T10:40:00.000+05:302010-05-16T10:56:33.183+05:30Road Less TravelledI sat down with my school going cousin yesterday helping her with one of her vacation assignments which happened to be critical review of ‘The Road Not Taken’ by Robert Frost. The 2 common reviews for this poem have been one that it represents individualism and the other that it’s ironic. However for me this poem though written in 1916 sounded so relevant in today’s world too. When I read this Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-84779196838592743502010-03-31T15:14:00.001+05:302010-03-31T15:16:48.606+05:30Like to Dislike“Wow. The rain is such a welcome relief but am sure it’s going to be very hot tomorrow”“My bike gives me 70/ltr mileage; god knows for how long though”“We are a team that is co operative and highly motivated but I’am sure this is not going to stay for a long time”“I got an award this month at work maybe they are planning to give me more work”These are some of the thoughts that run across most of Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-51533686879982895592010-02-01T12:54:00.000+05:302010-02-01T12:55:51.968+05:30‘Sane’ity CheckIn the times of Global warming, Natural Calamities, Recession, High Crime Rate etc the one thing I think that keeps us sane is ‘Love’. I ‘am definitely talking about love for a person and not the materialistic one because that only makes us insane and we could say the cause for all the above problems mentioned in the beginning.Love ke liye saala kuch bhi karega; that’s what we feel when in love. Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553752334003712056.post-83320353503759344762010-01-29T14:15:00.001+05:302010-01-29T14:15:58.267+05:30Hopelessly FilmyTo sing, to dance, to cry, to laugh, to tease, to express anger, to start a revolution, actually for anything the perfect companion – bollywood music Ting Tong!!!!However crazy that sounds that has held ground for me from childhood till now. The one thing about the kind of music is it has adapted to the changing times and people’s tastes which has been quite intriguing. Hats off to all the Sowmyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07237472053870844656noreply@blogger.com0