It’s my space

I know not how I was born

Was it at dusk or morn?

I know not when is my birthdate 

Should I call this fate or nature’s dictate?

I call myself a lad having survived seven years of age

Having none to acknowledge

Fantasize myself as a bud in a family tree

Awaiting all its branches to see

In theory it begins with mom and dad  

In my lives reality, its ignorance makes me sad

I want to mingle with people around

Alas, I fumble when people surround

The pendulum of my thoughts keeps oscillating

With a gushing force in me apprehending

“Whom do I belong to?” a phrase always echoing in my life

Have always been a failure in solving that strife

Never been able to voice my feeling

The moment it starts it keeps dwindling

Have tried putting my string of thoughts together

To let know someone that I want to be their son

Promising that mama to never let her down

This relation would remove all the crevices in my heart

Will never feel in this roving world to be apart

Yes, The feeling of being an orphan will enter never

Mama, “shall be your son for that moment forever”

Papa, “want to see that strength and valour in you”

And forget about the trepidation in which I grew

Nature let this reach the ear chords of a parent

Would be glorified if they remove my inner ailment

                                                                                  - Muttering voice at one end

We would like to invite you to join us celebrate the entry of our child, Dhruv..Diya his sister joins along with us welcoming you to join the celebration .. Dhruv adopted us as his mama and papa last Wednesday..We once again request your august presence to celebrate our parenthood

                                                                          -Rejoicing Invite at another end

This was one invite that really moved me ..Diya was the parents biological child and the new entry dhruv an adopted one .. The way the invite reads gave a complete new flavour to the concept of adoption..Entry of dhruv is considered as a gift to them , an ordained second parenthood

The emotional pulse of this parent conveys a specaial message          “Its not the event that matters , its how its intended makes a world of difference”

A new meaning given to the word adoption beyond the Oxford..

April 19 th 2006 stepped into her frontier as a stranger

Days passed by and months passed by

Realised ,She has left an enthralling impact …

She was responsible for me to meet aliens

She was responsible for me to build bonded relations

Every morning , she will have 162 daffodils  called crusaders swarming in

Her vocal chords was their Morning Hi’s chuckling here n there

Not huge in her size , but she was magnanimous for the daffodils to connect with each other

At one sight , Yes the 162 swaying in happiness cld be simply seen ..

She was the place for whirlpool of sweet memories …

Bithday parties

Class room fun

After Class conversations( in the pretext of Projects)

Munchy noodles n Hot sandwidches in Canteen

Teasing sprees through out

Exam preparations

Yawns in Lake Veernanam 

Work in Huddle

Presentations in Seminar Hall

Bags  hidden in Lake Michigan

Fav programmes in Media Room

Movies n World Cup together

Rocking Rocky in Lake superior

Commitee Meets  in Lake Manasarowar

Fitness Freaks in Gymn

Knowledge builders in Library

Munching Peanuts near the gate

Music Sessions vibrating in the reception

Yes ..There she stands as a simple yet majectic  structure in 24 South Mada street , Sri Nagar Colony , Saidapet

Was solely responsible for capturing the pulsation of Happy emotions amongst all the crusaders

Never had a feeling that her space was a constarint !!!! Coz we were all simply brimming with happiness and had scintlillating moments hovering around…

Yes the crusaders made this happen !!!

Yes this 1 yr has been such a memorable year that at any time , I wld call this yr as one of the most special years in my life by all means

Just like how William Wordworth had those daffodils flashing during the autumn part of his life ..

This 1 yr ’s memories wld simply be ” My feel gud factor ” with tears rolling down my cheek …

Jus one thought that is rumbling in my heart ..

Time ..Let thy needles pass slow

6 more days to go

Want to bask more in the warmth around

Jus dont want this to be time bound !!

Sometimes we must be hurt in order to grow

Sometimes we must fail in order to know

Sometimes darkness dawns a ray of light

To realise what made our lives more bright

Sometimes we must loose in order to gain

Coz lessons in life are best learnt through pain

Sometimes life takes us into an excruciating bend

Neverthless its just not the end

Pain leaves us a rich legacy to treasure

The beauty of it simply surpasses its measure

Tat unheard voice lingers in the mind

Simply gets triggered  off when we unwind

U can evoke one’s emotions in sublime

U can transport one to a state of bliss

Watever mood I may b in, happy or sad he receives me with so much warmth and love

I may jus not bother to reciprocate ….Will think to come back to him after my phone call … Well making Alexander Grahambell always feel proud of his invention never do I  … Not a complaint , Not a glommy face , always cheerful n full of love … He is so self less and has not an iota of expectations ..Prof Venkat talks abt reciprocity norm ..Oh mi god , he always seems to engulf me with so much love n care without any expectations ..Wat did I actually do to him..He holds me so high in a  pedestal in his life … We don’t understand each others language … Yet we love each other so much ..How do we communicate ..Does expression  matter when emotions over flow …He understands tat I simply  love him .. ..He is ever willing to reciprocate ..Did I mention abt this to him … Nay ..I didn’t ….

Ya .. U may b wondering who this special person is in my life …

Let me take immense pleasure in introducing him to u ..well sounds very formal eh ..Okie let me then put it this way ..U mus know him man , coz he makes me smile n cry both at the same time ….Sounds very mushy :-) ..Okie then let me put this way U mus know him to find out how life is made with jus implied things …. The pen ultimate thing before I reveal who it is ..For ppl who know me so well ,yeah u know him too 

Okie ..Let me not go on ..This is my lil (Ya ..he is huge , but I feel he is a child) doggy  .. We call him kutty ( Means small in tamizh )..His structure and his name is by the way inversely proportional …

I have also named him MASA  ( Manmadha Rasa)…which is  a synonym for luking like a smart dude

He is not a trained dog ..Since the time we had constructed our house , he has been there with us ..

Mus  say a lot of cute stuffs he does

He loves to enter my house first n make us follow him when we ring the door bell

He simply cant take my dad shouting @ his highest decibel to me

He is so possessive that he preferred to starve as  I was feeding another dog

He hates crackers n goes into a corner like an innocent child ..Majestic yet beatific

Living in  a pakka Iyer family can never taste Beaf or Mutton  ,Mr kutty happily wld relish his curd rice n biscuits

Hates to have a bath (like me)

Whenever I come  back home , he wld be actually busy showing his smartness to his doggie girl friends on the road ..Then he immediately will ditch them to come n greet me … Wagging his tail wld get so bubbly n enthusiastic …

A couple of days back , he was unwell n been to the doc …Never seen him so  ferocious ..Tat day he was so  reluctant to get into the van….

“Kutty , now get into the van “ ..heard this from my dad n me ……

Quietly got into the van n there showed his  face to me .. I jus conveyed thru my eyes “ U r mine n So will u b” .Tears jus rolled down my cheek , when he left home …He had to stay with the vet a couple of days … Now he is back home

Would jus like to say one thing to him “ Kutty , u make me feel so small in front of
ur selfless love”

Okie ..I can hear him shout .. Let me go n c now wat mischief he is upto

When I found a lacuna in my life to sigh
When I wanted to cuddle with my pillows and cry
When I had nothing to hold on tight
And jus could not close my eyes tat night
Echoed a voice from within “Life is unfair “
Looked around to see if I have some one who can care
Felt I was at the point of nadir
And there entered my lovely father
Brought a little master piece for me to read
I always depend on this piece when I need

Here it goes

When things go wrong as they sometimes will

When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill

When the funds are low and the debts are high

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh

When care is pressing you down a bit

Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

  Life is queer, with its twists and turns

As everyone of us sometimes learns

And many a failure turns about

When he  might have won had he stuck it out

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow

You may succeed with another blow  

Success is failure turned inside out

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt

And you never can tell how close you are

It may be near when it seems so far

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit

It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Yes ..this is been my inspiration and  whenever I read , my spirits get lifted up and I tell myself

“  Thy  would also pass by , Go ahead 

This is a small piece of conversation between 2 members who have their due share in our lives ….. 

Mr Optimist – Hey … Good Morning  …..

Mr. Fate – Don’t assume tat the morning wld be good  …..

 Mr. Optimist – So wat if it is not … Let me live the present …Its only perceptions tat matter…..

 Mr Fate – So how is it withur life … Guess a lot of things are not happening as per your moves in life…..

 Mr Optimist – Ya gives me opportunities to review my decisions and reframe strategies  ……. Mr Fate – So do u agree that u had made bad moves in life …..Mr Optimist – Well no move is good or bad … It’s what U feel that matters…..

 Mr Fate – Its better not to be passionate about anything as U never know what is in store… 

Mr Optimist – Passion drives a man and only obsession ruins him …. Achievements can be appreciated better only when there is passion ……

Mr Fate – Many a times one becomes obsessed and does not succumb to reality . So its better not to be passionate …… Mr Optimist – I would better be in a position of being passionate about something and not getting it , rather than getting something not knowing its worth ……Mr Fate – Ultimately u arrive at the same point wat I mentioned “Take Reality, the way it is”…..

Mr Optimist – A lot of difference exists between Reaction to reality and Looking Forward ….. Nothing prevents u from being positive…. .

Mr Fate – Unsurety exists in every aspect of life  … ….Mr Optimist – Why ruin the beauty of the process, merely by just thinking about the end?… Basking in the feel of “Yes it would happen” gives me more satisfaction of having put my heart and soul in whatever I undertake……Mr Fate – What if it turns out to be something other than what was expected?

 Mr Optimist – Would tell myself tat it was just a bend and not the end and go ahead with the same vigor for the next task ……..The argument continues in the real world ………In the Vision world of mine ….. 

If U r passionate about something….. U have really put your heart and soul for it…..U never even dreamt of not achieving it…..

U direct all ur actions towards it…..U simply love the way u work for it….. U might be destined not to get it ….

But Mr destiny would bow down its head and say “ U deserve ur share and there
ur passion becomes a fulfilled actionJ

Risk versus Returns, Core Competencies, Budgeting, Needs versus wants, Work without expectations …. Ya 1 % of the terms that I am learning in my B school  The Balachandran’s were  blessed with a baby girl on the 24 th April ( Yr not disclosed due to confidentiality ) … To the ones wondering whom am I talking about … Ya its me ….Their lives before the nuptial knot was a simple life without many expectations …. Not much exposures and guidance and hence learnt through struggles in life …. Wanted the best of best for their daughter and yes was taken care like a little princess ….My mom wanted me to do my MBA as she wanted to in her early days and could not make it come true …. Too much of confusion, now what has this to do with the Balachandran’s??? Well this piece is about my first management school …..  The management school did not have a CAT score, no group discussions or Personal Interviews, yet had immense learning carved as a niche …. 

Risk versus return

Ya my mom being a career woman made a choice not to go for any of the Business Meets or Team dinners or Get Togethers … Not because she disliked them … But thought to spend the evenings after office making chappathis for her husband or working out Decimal problems with her daughter  Risk – Image in the corporate world “Does not socialize” Return – Priceless time with her family She Felt that the return superseded the risk 

Core Competencies    Dad being spic and span in keeping the house clean , used to ensure that the house in never in sixes and sevens …Mom being a good cook , Food delicacies and other house hold chores was her cup of T …..Their core competencies was realized without much technical analysis 

Budgeting   Normal diaries at home were used to keep a track of their daily expenditures and budgets for the next month with the intended savings … Of course they did not use any @#&* software to arrive at their investment plan  Needs versus Wants  Vasupradha wanted to become a chartered accountant …. Another 8 more papers to go in the journey …. She is very passionate even now about this dream …. When she could not clear her Final on a margin of 20 marks, the Balachandran’s proposed to her the MBA plan … Vasupradha was totally shunning away from that proposal … Now she is in cloud 9 that she took up tat option to do her MBA @ Great lakes ….. Ya needs versus wants … My needs are getting fulfilled by the two Transformational Leaders at home…. 

Work without expectations 

Philosophy course atGreat Lakes emphasized this concept and the Balachandran’s showered their love on their daughter without any expectations…… 

Ya … My first management school is my Mom and Dad ….I feel all what I learn was taught in a subtle way by them in all their interactions …. My parents just did not realize one thing that all those concepts what is taught in Management Schools were part of them, though they did not have that tag MBA attached to them … Thanks to my B school, tat it has broadened my horizons and has enabled me to link my accademical front and my home front J Am sure most of the readers wld agree with me, tat we got to learn a lot from our close ones … Ya this piece is dedicated to all our parents and our close ones who enrich our learning process in subtle ways….   

Some get what they desire

Some get more than what they aspire

Some get less than what they dream

Some never get what they dream

Some lead lives without a direction

Nevertheless land up in a comfortable position

Some make moves with fullest conviction

Ultimately witness only a plethora of confusion

Some take up things in an aversion

And witness success sans trepidation

Some brim with energy for fulfilling their passion

Without an opportunity to see it a completed action

Some get laurels with approaches linked to pessimism

Some get turmoil where they breathe optimism

Some always waft in a state of happiness

Some have only paths echoing sadness

Some in the journey reach the desired destination

Some never proceed beyond certain stations

This being the paradox of life’s philosophy

Variety being its spice in its mythology