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Happy Birthday Shankar!

| Sunday, March 28, 2010
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Happy Birthday old friend;
There is a gift that gold cannot buy;
A blessing that's rare and true;
That's the gift of a wonderful person coming into your life;
I ain't talking about your wife to be..lol
It is me, "Aandavar" lol Happy Birthday!

I wish you the best man!! This is your last Birthday as a single man!!

p/s don't forget the Vegas party!! ;) ;)

Happy Birthday Shankar!

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Happy Birthday Amit

| Thursday, March 25, 2010
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Happy birthday on this beautiful day,
I wish you the best, without any delay,
because you are my kindred buddy!

Complete inner-peace and happiness,
These are the things I wish for you,
in the present and in the future :)

Once again Happy Birthday Amit!

Happy Birthday Amit

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Your body is a fragrance..

| Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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Your body is a fragrance..

Dheemi Dheemi, Bheeni Bheeni, Khushboo Hai,
Tera Badan Sulage, Mahke, Pighale, Dahake,
Kyo na Bahake, Mera man Sulage, Mahke, Pighale, Dahake,
Kyo na Bahake, Mera man ..


Dheemi Dheemi by Hariharan: Here is why I love the song.. a detailed review;

Hari begins humming along with a wonderful sounding synth piano which provides the only rhythm support for this song! One hardly notices the words 'dheemi dheemi' enunciated by Hariharan (appropriate as dheemi means gently!). The pallavi is refreshingly beautiful! Full marks to ARR for using Hariharan for this rather dreamy romantic melody & hats off to Hari for excellent rendition. The natural sounds (birds chirping) has been mixed well into the song (at the start and end). If you thought the pallavi was refreshing just wait for the charanam. Wow! More surprises as the melody gently flows thru the lyrical passages as a silvery stream on a moonlight night. The song ends with the pallavi being whistled. I do have two minor criticisms. First-- the bubbly synth fantasy instrument which is the main back up instrument is somewhat overused and does sound repetitious. Second--the tune vaguely resembles the ad for Flora (sunflower oil). Notes used are mainly Shankarabharanam notes with M2 being used occasionally. : Swaps






Saans Bhi Jaise Ruk Si Jaati Hai ..Tu Jo Paas Aayee To Aanch Aati Hai ..

Your body is a fragrance..

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Typical!

| Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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I have to agree with one of my pal....I don't know whats up with "my feelings" about pardesi!
So anyway..today was a pretty decent day at work.. busy. Then I met with an old friend and I must say she looked great in her jeans...they were very nice actually...

I was talking to her and her boyfriend when I got a call from another "friend" ( Indian too ) and he upon hearing my friend asks is she Indian? with a tone! .. F off! I exclaimed and hanged up on him.

So if you're Asian and surround yourself with other Asians people say, "omg you're so Asian!" but if you're white and surround yourself with your pretty white bubble it's normal. and if you're Asian and surround yourself with white people you're considered a "cool Asian."

Ever been frustrated but so apathetic because you realize the absurdity of the situation and so the only thing that comes out is laughter?

I may appear apathetic, but I'm probably just lost in thought over some really stupid detail or find the situation too absurd to bother with a reaction. whatever I suck at expressing positive feelings. ;)

I mean, I pride myself to be an Indian, at-least the cultural and historical part of it. There might be cases when people go crazy over how a girl should behave and whats allowed or not, but I believe that's more because of many men and old grandmas who want to be in control. There might be the pollution or how dirty every place is or how corrupted everyone is (and yes they are) or how many people are still so narrow-minded and the legal system. But yet I think one should not forget where they come from. Anyway its time I go to bed for I have an early breakfast meeting to go to tomorrow.. work related :(

Typical!

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My dreams are infected with you …

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My dreams are infected with you …

It was a bright and sunny afternoon in Mid April by the Kittamaqundi Lake in Columbia; the ducks, Red-necked Grebe, American Bittern and Orange-crowned Warbler were out and about in search of shelter from the hot waves. Self was waiting for his friend and it wasn't long before something caught his eye, or should I say someone!!

Self was waiting for his friend Daniele to arrive; they had planned lunch and movie at the Lake Side Mall. Daniele being a genteel type of girl, her father had instructed her not to drive alone to the mall. Self was waiting to pick her up as the lake was in walking distance to her house.

Ironically Kittamaqundi named after the first Indian settlement in Howard County translates to "meeting place” in the tribe's language. While waiting for Daniele, self could not help notice the new arrival at the lake side. Tall, slim framed with elegance about her, and her eyes, her brownish green eyes staunching as he was hypnotized. She looked directly at self and smiled, feeling the chemistry from across the path, but not understanding what it meant, self looked at the floor and prayed Daniele wouldn't be too long. Within a second of this thought Daniele turned up and off they went on their lunch/movie date. Her eyes speak to the soul and my heart aches for her.

Later that evening as self was helping out at the restaurant that Daniele’s father owned 'she' walked in. Straight up to the counter and asked self for a table. With trembling excitement at heart self felt her penetrating stare as he steered her to a table.

"How many of you?" he asked.

“It will be three of us” she smiled.

As she was about to be seated she turned around and grabbed his wrist and said;

“Can I please get some ice cold water?”

I could swear self felt a small electric shock at touch of her as self just stood there, not knowing what to do, still as a statue, frozen! Luckily Daniele shouted across the room, asking self to help her out at the register, shaken out of the minute silence;

“Certainly Maam.”

Self answered and dutifully went to help Daniele.

Two ladies came over to the register and introduced themselves as Aarthi & Manmeet. They went on to explain that it was their friend Syma’s Birthday and so were wondering if the restaurant lights can be tuned off for a moment to lit candles on the cake that they sneaked in. Syma, what a beautiful name he thought to himself. How old is she, wonders where she lives, as these thoughts cluttered, he said;

“Why of course? Did you guys need a lighter?”

For a moment there self was so caught up in the excitement of knowing her name, he had taken the liberty to make these decisions without consulting Daniele or her father. Thankfully Daniele was right by the side and had heard the conversation;

“Did you guys want us to take a picture for you too?” Daniele jumped in.

“Sure, that will be awesome” the girls replied.

As self left to turn the lights off his heart was racing, having never kissed a girl before he had an odd feeling swell up from inside him, he had to use all his strength to hold back this almighty urge to kiss her right on the lips.

Making it back to the relative safety of the register self began balancing the drawer, this kept him occupied until closing time. As the last customer left and self gave a cheery goodbye, he couldn't help noticing that, Syma, was still seated. She stood up and walked towards the door that he was holding open, as she walked past; self wondered if he would ever see those eyes again? If he would ever get an opportunity to spend time with her? Just then Syma turned around, walked up to him and planted a hard and warm kiss right on his lips. Then she walked away into the night without a word.

Syma the mystery kisser with the hazel eyes left unanswered questions on his lips and now self wanted more. He stood there, for what seemed like an hour, just looking down the path, looking for her, but she was gone and his lips felt good, different, but good.

dedicated to - Syma

My dreams are infected with you …

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Kal Ho Na Ho

| Monday, March 22, 2010
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Anyone who has ever fallen in love knows it is a dizzying experience that takes over your life and brain. I saw Kal Ho Na Ho for the second time last Wednesday.

"Har pal yahan jeebhar jiyo
Jo hai sama kal ho naa ho"

I was plesantly surprised to see my self appreciating the movie and its approach this time around some 14 months later. I guess my own experiances in life has opened my eyes to see something that I was oblivious to. Though the movie is based on the typical Indian love story. I very much appreciate the approach, the sincerety and the honesty in the chracterization.

I think the true hero of the movie is Saif Ali Khan, it takes a lot to be in his postition. I was surprised at the honesty exposed in the climax. Rohit stands there and at one point moves back to give his wife some privacy with her admiration. I think that is THE scene which defines his character.

Pehli baar is dil ne dil se kissi ko chaha hai,
pehli baar iss dil ne kissi k liay saans li,
pehli baar iss dil ne kissi se muhabbat ki.
Naina iss dil ki muhabbat mein
bauhat taqat hai magar ye dil khud bauhat kamzor hai!!!

A typical Indian movie "creator" would not have exposed such emotional scenes. Kudos to Nikhil Advani and Karan Johar! Overall I think everyone should give this movie a second look, I am sure you would appreciate it more!
P/S: there you go buddy, maybe this might help you understand the reason for our conversation ;)

Kal Ho Na Ho

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Driving Back...

| Sunday, March 21, 2010
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105mph - 115mph consistently took me 2 hours and 45 minutes to reach Baltimore from NY today! I had a very very busy(fun) Sat night. Let see, I have just returned from this years "the most driving in 48 hours". Some how I get this feeling that this is just the beginning of many such drives to come this year..

But,It was FUN! As many of you folks know I LOVE to drive :) And love to take pictures :)

On my way back from NY I was listening a beautiful song from the Movie; Indru Nee Naalai Naan. I have not seen or heard of the movie but the song is AMAZING! I am in love!! Sang by S Janaki, the song depicts the sexual, sensual desire of a girl who is in love for the first time. I'm not really sure how I can best present everything about the song in words so listen here:







Although I was listening to a variety of songs from different languages and times.. this song really caught my attention. I think it was the simplicity of the song. Yet it did not fail to convey the emotion. The song came out in 1983!

The five - ten minutes I spent siting down to be cartooned on the platform at Times Square were way better than the hour and a half I spent in finding parking. I am amazed at the talent and more at the sale price of the amazing art of crayon drawings!

Well anyway right after my return from NY, I had to get back in the cockpit of my Matrix to (fly) drive down to Eastern Shore to visit my investment property. At this juncture let me please ask you to visit this link where I have an add for the house. I would appreciate every help that you guys can offer in helping me find a tenant ASAP!

So there you go, a total of 785 miles in less than 48 hours. It is now 8:25pm and I finally get some time to sit down!

Driving Back...

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Happy Birthday Kiran!

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As your soul woke up to the smell of earth after rain;
Spring, sweet spring awakened to your beauty;
Green, green everywhere seen;
It’s warm and the sun is shining;
As silver white winters that melt into springs;
I would like to sing Happy Birthday to you!
But wait, it seems your day brings more;
It is the World Poetry Day,
Harmony Day in Australia;
Independence Day of Namibia;
And last but not least;
Mother's Day in most of Arab countries;
Now, do I dare say you are not an angel!

So once again I sing to you;
Happy Birthday my Angel!

Happy Birthday Kiran!

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Kaise baatayein..Mozhi marandhen..

| Wednesday, March 17, 2010
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Kaise bataaein tumhe
Aur kis tarah yeh
Kitna tumhe hum chaahte hain

Saaya bhi tera dikhe
Toh paas jaake
Us mein simat hum jaate hain


Ennai marandhu vitten,
indha ulagaththil naan illai naan illai

Unnai izhandhu vittaal
endha malarilum thenillai thenillai

Kaise baatayein..Mozhi marandhen..

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The beginning..

| Friday, March 12, 2010
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She heard Haran’s voice calling her, but couldn’t see him. She realized with a jolt of both fear and satisfaction, that she had made it. She’d driven to work despite her condition. The next instant the sensory overload hit her. The noise was overwhelming, as were the smells, and her vision seemed to be impaired because everything seemed brighter, sharper, more detailed – more alive. She could see shimmering shadows and vague auras glimmering around everything. She was staggered to realize that the table she sat in came to her neck, and the burger which she could just a moment ago enjoy, now towered in her throat as a nearly insurmountable obstacle. The perspective of everyday things was suddenly completely skewed and had her staggering. She leaned over getting ready to vomit from the flood of sensory input, when she felt a hand on her back.

“Hey, are you ok Yasmine? I think you need to go home, you look tired!”

Haran seemed giddy with concern; a state Yasmine had never imagined him capable of, while she was still woozy. She looked up at him in order to express her misery, but before she could utter a word their eyes met and she was struck dumb. The perspective was completely different. Whereas before he had been a fiery co worker and Yasmine had seen no gender about him, now he stood taller than her and she could feel the male energy pouring off him. His eyes were a deep and glittering brown iris, his warm dark black hair curled in waves just below the nape of his neck and tucked behind his ears, a wisp dangling over his forehead. His nose and mouth were strong and firm, and the rest of him was slim, lean and muscled in ways she hadn’t seen before. How could she have missed all that? She felt like she’d been struck by lightning. The power of it literally put her to the ground, landing her on her butt with an “oof,” unable to clearly identify this feeling.

She could see he was just as shocked. His brows shot up and his jaw fell open, and he staggered back to lean against the water cooler as if Yasmine was a ghastly plague he needed to escape before he was contaminated. It was at that moment that Tina showed up.

“Hey Haran, how’s the floating around going? Oh, Yasmine! Are you ok!?"

Haran didn’t say a word but took off and disappeared without looking back. Yasmine didn’t think she would ever understand him.

“What was that all about?” Tina asked as she watched him leave.

“I have no idea. One minute I thought I was going to puke and he was standing right next to me, the next minute I looked up at him and he practically ran away like I was the devil himself.”

“Really? That’s not like him. I mean, sure, he can be moody, but he doesn’t panic easily. You just looked at him and he freaked out?”

“Well, I can’t speak for him, but when I looked at him it was like someone hit me with a brick. But my senses are all crazy right now. This whole menstruation thing is a real overload for the senses.”

"So when you looked at each other, it was powerful? It was shocking?”

"Yeah, you could say that.”

“But you don’t feel that looking at me, right?”

“No. But I think I’m starting to adjust.”

“Hmmm. Interesting.” She had an amazed grin on her face.

“What?”

“Nothing. Nevermind. I’m sure it was just the shock to your system from the lack of zinc in your body.” Tina giggled.

“Anyway I think I need to call for your mother to take you home, you should probably get some rest, what is your mother’s cell?”

“What?” Angel looked down and realized she was standing in her puddle of puke. She could feel her blood rush to her head and she imagined her legs floating. No wonder Haran had seemed so concerned. Tina took her hand and helped her sit on the chair while she made the call.

“Lie down and take some rest. I’ll find you a ride home.”

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Haran had to get away, he needed to breathe. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. It couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. He’d been comfortable with Yasmine before, but, today, when she’d looked him in the eyes, he’d gone weak in the knees. Her eyes were the color of sage shot lightly with molten copper. Her hair was black as coal, sexy long and unruly. He could imagine jamming his fingers into it while kissing her. He remembered all the conversations and times spent together at work with her before. It made him feel a sudden urge to hold her close and protect her from the vague unknown. And from Jafar, they were never meant to be together. He also remembered how naked he’d been without her all these while.

“Oh, Mother,” he groaned trying to wipe her image from his mind without much success. He was flying just to fly. He didn’t know where he was going; he just needed to get as far away from her as possible. But no matter how much distance he put between them, he could still feel her. He’d felt the jolt. Felt the shock and felt the way Fate had branded her as his. He had no doubt that it was some huge cosmic joke at his expense, but there it was just the same. He could no more deny it than he could stop breathing. Even now he could feel the connection, as much or more as before. And from the look on her face he could tell she’d felt it too. Little did he know this was just the beginning..

The beginning..

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My dear Acca!

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I am speechles!
I don't know how to express my happiest emotions;
For today is your Birthday!
I wish and hope that you will always be my sister..
(younger) for a change in the next lifes ( if we have any) LOL!!

My dear Acca!

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Yes.. one line!

| Monday, March 8, 2010
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Eat Well, Stay Fit, Die Anyway.
Life is like a box of chocolates, It's full of nuts.
We are all born naked, wet, and hungry....Then things get worse.
It's not the bullet that kills you, it's the hole.
I still miss my ex...but my aim is getting better!
In the long-run, there's just another short-run.
Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.
Why is "abbreviation" such a long word?

Yes.. one line!

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Virtual Shadow

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She said: "We’re all dying to be accepted as we are, so why not just put it out there from the very beginning?"

Bragging or outright lying is the natural inclination for most people when representing themselves. Yes, I know, I know I do that a lot myself but that is only to bring about a laughter. I usually exaggerate to the point where the receiver knows I am just making a joke out of it.

Anyway, last Friday morning, I had a meaningful conversation with my friend Neetu. She told me about her yoga teacher Arvind Singh who teaches about “radical integrity.” Radical integrity means discovering and accepting yourself, presenting yourself to the world as your really are rather than selectively sharing the charming details. In essence, it’s about getting comfortable with your angels and demons, and being transparent about all of them.

There are always places life challenges me where I have no talent. These places can be admitted or hidden. My way, to admit. Hence, I would like for you to say ‘Wow that’s tough, but I can handle it and maybe even support you here.’ In the absence of my openness, you will not be able to say that. So here I present to you, the naked ME! The 'ME" sans the drama.

Or I should say: "I was going to present to you, the naked ME! Me, sans the cliché."

But because words do not describe enough and I need the visual feedback I am going to hold, hold till the time is right, when you are ready. Because, it would mean presenting me with radically honest details that may be repellant. Then again, there is this other side of me wishing you would somehow find my virtual shadow.

This blog has been my virtual shadow of my daily routines and thoughts. In my first post in 2004, I wrote "I feel this is going to be very interesting being able to write anything and whatever comes to my mind... Get ready for the ride! " and it has truly been my souls shadow. I have shared my quarrels, love, temptations, anger, sadness, fear, anticipation, lust, admiration, trust, joy, disgust and many more emotions. Aren’t these admissions intimate, and isn’t intimacy earned through trust? Wouldn’t it destroy the mystery in getting to know me to put everything out here in a blog?

So, I am holding, holding for the right time and place, to be in front of you; explaining me in person. Yet, I wish you would comb through my blog for low and high moments in the past 6 years. Maybe you will be able to interpret my silent message.. maybe..

As Bob Dylan’s All I Really Want To Do goes;

I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you, classify you,
Deny, defy or crucify you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

Virtual Shadow

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Irony

| Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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My dear lady, Does the night shine by the sheen of moon? The moon shall in due course, wax and wane, but the lanterns are there to lead thy life. When a door closes, it is by the will of the almighty that the another , a better one, opens and life shall be eternally peaceful.

To me; your heart is the most delicate and astonishing thing God ever made. It holds the secrets of eternity, corridors to divinity, treasures of solitude, bounties of loyalty and silence to be heard...
Ne t'en fais pas ma chère, tout va bien aller...

Irony

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FreeNAS & SSH

| Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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After spending all night Saturday and half day Sunday, and after reading the immensely helpful articles over the internet; Link Here:

I’ve finally setup my FreeNAS along with SSH. For those who are not technically with me, FreeNAS is a network storage system and it is FREE! Which means I can host all my data (songs, movies, documents, pictures)in one central location so all my network users are able to use whenever they want. SSH is basically a secured channel between two networked devices. SSH will allow me to access my system from anywhere securely.

Some highlights of FreeNAS:

* Boot up time is faster.
* I can use ZFS or Raid file system, and it’s both stable. This is especially handy as I use Linux on some of my pc’s.
* I can install other services / applications. Namely Git and Subversion.
* Being FREE is always a plus in my book!

Given you pick the right hardware, FreeNAS would be great. The web interface is very easy to use and setup. And the initial install is incredibly simple.

To me the beauty of a FreeNAS based solution (for someone that knows what they are doing of course) is that I can cobble together a load of old bits and put them to good use, serving as a file server on my home network.

After finally getting my FreeNAS and ZFS-based file server up and running, I was looking at ways to access its services from remote locations outside of my home network. for example when I am at work or when at my friends place. There are numerous ways to achieve such a feat, such a creating a VPN between your remote computer and the server.

However, VPN’s typically require either special software installed on the server (which FreeNAS lacks, like Hamachi) or dedicated hardware running on the network (such as a machine running OpenVPN), which I lack. FreeNAS, however, does contain SSH, allowing you to create a sudo-VPN called an “SSH tunnel.” An SSH tunnel is a secure, encrypted connection between the remote computer and the file server for a specific port. Each service running on the server uses different ports, thus it is necessary to create numerous tunnels – once for each service you which to access remotely.

After reading a number of online tutorials, most of which were geared towards Windows, I discovered a very easy way to set up tunnels between a Mac, Linux, Windows remote machine and the FreeNAS server, thanks to more reading and my friends' help. If you guys have any questions on how to install please call the hot-line ;)

FreeNAS & SSH

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