Mental block


A wanderer by soul would wonder

To act, to go on to achieve what

To have the dream enact

Made possible without a bar


As I said I had to act I ran

To catch the bus if I can

Which was powerful yet busy

I thought I could catch it in few strides


So I ran, my legs moved so slow

I felt I moved, I was heavy,

But even after a fair “run” I did,

Made me nothing closer to destiny


Finding myself breathing heavily

It was not so much fun as a try,

Not even an exercise had made

To my schedule in a long time


The weighing machine doesn’t lie

Comments on my posted photos

Say the same that I have grown

And fatter than I thought I was


It was fall and trees had shed

Leaves that decorated the branches

Now lay coloring the ground

In hues other than green henceforth


Somehow the bus had waited

For the less privileged who could not

Make it on time, for it was usual

Among students who over slept and what-not


I meant business on the way out of bus

Of the bus that carried so similar dreams

All burst out onto the ground but

Kept moving without wind that blew the leaves


I barged into the class and I was

The presenter of a topic yet unknown

With guts of steel I approached the audience

Only to find me breathless with a struggled inhale


I blabbered on and on till they could take

No more; that was the idea to get

The applause that was uninvited

And a way to react and break away


The wind was cold and air was heavy

As lighthearted and peaceful I tried to be

But why I could not, I did not know, till I made

The discovery in a couple of steps to go on the way


I had the stimulant from the solace of

Tea that almost always had that punch

As I walked I came to face

The childish face that I admired


This kid had light lit on her face

And I had told her that at once

She took it for something else

Emotions of life that I had not explored


I was struggling to breathe, air I lose

Couldn’t Guess what she read on my face

It would have had evoked a joke in case

Lest I was stuck with something in my nose


Then it struck on me as I went my way ahead

The transparent look on the child left behind

What stuck on was just the mucus I had

To blow, to let off the blockage and all was set




Thanks to Dr.M


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Posted by on November 24, 2015 in poem


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Life Lessons from violin class : Lesson 6: Health conscious practicing

If there is one thing in life,that is more dearer than the life itself, it is health. Life without good health is a misery. And life is maintained through good health. Longevity of life, if one wishes it, is not very pleasant without an accompanying good health. A good marriage between health and life makes things very easy. If health is lost, everything is lost.

This applied in all kinds of learning. Some believe that great thinkers, scientists et al are so focused on their work that they forget their health and put their life to risk. It is very untrue. How Great MK Gandhi took care of his health is a well documented in his writings. Thought the focus of his writings are more towards betterment of society in general, this point is often forgotten.

In a learning environment, we need practice. In this mood of practicing health should not be forgotten. A musical instrument, such as the violin, if practiced with right posture promotes good health. A wrong practice could deteriorate the health too. That is a direct relation between good practice and good health. Therefore, it becomes very important to practice in a correct way than head blindly towards quantity of practice rather than quality of practice.

My sister who went to doctor for any illness, straightaway got one same reply from all the doctors she visited. That is reduce your fat, take care of your health. It is common knowledge that a healthy mind resides in a healthy body. For it was written “Sareeramadyam ghalu dharmasadhanam”. (शरीरमाद्यं खलु धर्मसाधनम्).

Read more from this series here :-

  • Life Lessons from violin class : Lesson 1 : Do not think ! - After learning some basic notes on the staves I was told to know it by heart. I had to memorize it, and then tell when I see a note. I used to count, say memorizing only the first not in space , the “F” on Treble clef. From there on I would count and then […]
  • Life Lessons from violin class : Lesson 2 : Don’t work hard - The power of doing work is a single most important criteria that distinguishes a human as a social animal compared to others. The collective and individual efforts towards a work makes one understand the minute and the big picture at the same time. All work is not easy. It is also possible that some workaholics […]
  • Life Lessons from violin class : Lesson 3 : Emphasize on Quality of Practice - I read “ Debunking the 10,000 hours rule “  after my previous lesson learned. My previous lesson learned said about not working hard. The working hard part is broken into small steps taken one at a time to overcome the hardness of the work. This works for people who are ready to be steady and […]
  • Life Lessons from violin class : Lesson 4 : Don’t tap your foot out loud. Focus on what you play. - In violin class I have been taught to keep the rhythm of the song by tapping with the foot. The human metronome works parallel to the song being played. Often we  have to shift attention from the song and listen to see if the rhythm and beat is correct per bar. This shift in attention […]
  • Life Lessons from violin class : Lesson 5 : Practice till perfection - Practice, practice, practice. Quantity and Quality all matters. Playing any musical instrument is all about practice. It is all the more true for the violin. As a student I have to practice. I know I can. I know I will. But how much ? Till my hands ache ? Till I feel it is enough […]
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Posted by on November 8, 2015 in Uncategorized


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I have a girl

This is a story/event as told by my friend Sarath.

There was this day in the middle of some other days. Sarath was travelling in the Delhi Metro. The climate was normal, as normal as Delhi could be. And the time was perfect, just like any other time. The travel was regular, as expected out of any Delhi commuter. Life became pleasant, in memory of this and many other funny incidents. As one may not expect, this was just the same unassuming, uneventful commute in life a Delhite. The train coach was full and still people came in. Occupying whatever space is left. The people quite talented at enterprising to get a foothold on this competitive world. And so there was this constant feel of getting pushed and getting squeezed in the crowded train coach. Pick-pockets create an additional effort to increase the pressure so that their job becomes easier. In middle of this there was this old lady who was quite self aware. She shouted at the boy who was standing next to her. For she was getting pushed. And if it was just the push for which the shout was aimed then again no one can help it. Further, the lady shouted at the boy for being disrespectful to women, and probably she spitted out quite a bit of her thoughts with venomous tongue standing for the collective emotions of womanhood. It is very unfortunate that the boy, whatever his intentions (known or unknown) got a tongue lashing in the public. A man of status in the boy could not bear it anymore. And there was something that he had to do. He had to prove his stand about his self respect and also his respect for the womanhood. What could he do? What reason can convince this lady that of his good upbringing? He needed a good defense shield.

With much courage this guy found a girl of his age next to him. He called out to the lady and said ” I have a girl, why do you think that I should bother you?” Saying so , he put his hand over the girl next to him.  This for sure silenced the lady. As an observer Sarath must have expected some reply from the lady. The crowd must have felt at peace for the defense of the boy and their expectation of an upright society, the boy being a building block of it.

And not a word was spoken later. Until the lady got out of train for her destination, grabbing the hand of the girl.

She was probably the lady’s daughter.


Posted by on November 7, 2015 in Uncategorized


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The gist of marketing : Lessons from root

Any business needs to project itself, get noticed, get work, do work, get appreciated, and create a foundation for future work. The foundation so created improves the posture of the business. Any new business has to face competition from established business giants in the field. Bigger businesses can only be beaten by unique selling proposition (USP). This objective in a startup helps to keep the focus in niche creation. For this a fair understanding of the market, the competitors and their USP is absolute necessity. Business startups come with something unique to the market, this may be an innovation, novel idea, cheaper solution or a better solution. If something is cheaper or better than existing solutions then finding the USP is not a big deal. This focus of the startup paves way for the reference model implementation. This may be one or more of the first few clients who trust the startup and does business with it. These reference models are the stepping stones for future business. This work is going to be the talking point, selling point and reference for most of the next few works. Hence it becomes extraordinarily important to put efficient work in action in these projects. The idea is that after this humble beginnings of perfections, it will become a habit, a character that the business may be trusted upon. Primarily a business exists for its ideology, vision and appropriate solutions provided.

The basics of reaching out to potential market can be listed into three steps:-

  • Creating Interest

Just like any marketing campaigns the objective of this step is to get the attention of the prospect. This requires communication with appropriate professionals in the business, getting their background information and their interests. To create interest, to stand out from the crowd the business need to prove that it is unique from the rest. This is the base USP. Once the prospect feels the uniqueness of the business proposition, then the idea need to be established. Here, previous works act as a good reference to prove the USP.

  • Showing Competence

An active needs to show that it has stuff up its sleeves to meet the requirements of the prospects. This proof of competence is an integral part of startups. Competence is the most visible aspect of business that a client sees.

  • Building trust

To build trust in business it is imperative to have good standing with previous clients. Most often it is the word of mouth marketing and reference from previous clients that get the business moving rather than other modes of marketing. Therefore, it is of special importance that whatever happens, in business truth always triumphs. Given a chance, always tell the truth. Truth should be told so that the statements made to client do not change when asked again.

Courtesy: Based on marketing strategy of environmental engineering in The Solutions Centre, Kochi. On 20th anniversary of the business.

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Posted by on October 28, 2015 in Lesson


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As the Bird left the nest, once again

So I flew. I flew over the mountains and the seas. I flew leaving my country, my family, my comfort. My comfort is what I make of it, my friends are what I make of people. Family is what I make my friends to be. And my country is what I make of my surroundings. I would be exposed to International environment. Everything International starts in the United States of America (USA). The land of plenty. The land of ahimsa (non violence) did not care much about its own status. Similar is the case with the land of opportunities, land of rising sun, land of setting sun, land which has no sun and so on. It is this alternate beginning, a thread or branch that would be elaborated here. This is just experience and if there is any spicing up, then that is to be taken lightly at your own convenience.

I started from Kochi, my destination is Buffalo. I am once again moving out of job to school. I got admission to State University of New York at Buffalo (UB). Something which I could be proud of. And we; me and institution will be mutually sharing our names. Affiliation may be for the low minded. But that is the rule of life. We always stand on shoulders of giants. The steps to success is shortened by education, even more by affiliation, and yet more by personal effort and commitment to one’s motives and ambitions.

How I got admission is a separate story on its own. In short, I applied , got admission and got visa, got ticket and flew. I did not repeat my mistake of not using facebook this time. I got my future roommates through this. My apartment was awaiting my arrival. And my future roommates were  bang on time to pick me up from Greyhound station in Buffalo. And I have settled well with time and resources. So what next. The sharing of the story, of course.

I had my journey from my workplace, Chennai, the city which had fed me, helped me travel and see a lot of places, friendly people and the unforgiving summer. I will never forget the summer in Chennai even if it freezes in Buffalo, shivers me in the Rainy Miss Buffalo Cruise on Erie Canal, Buffalo or drains me in the Maid of Mist in Niagara. And no one would ever believe that Chennai was the place were I saw hail storm for first time in my life (this video was taken and loaded on youtube by someone at that time).  So, I had this trip , in my favourite, my second home, the divine Chennai Express (yes! the train)  from Chennai. The travel left a lump in my throat. I always wanted all my Chennai Express trips to be my last trip. I had not hated the summer of Chennai ( which is throughout the year 24 x 7) any lesser, in any day. There are lot of facilities that the city gives, most importantly the job, the music , the marina beach and the USA consulate general. But I like the MTC buses too. And one month into my stay in USA I had Chennai as my second home. And super excited to meet a Tamil guy eventhough they are loud and noisy sometimes but almost always friendly and pleasant. From that last trip by MTC bus to and fro the USA Consulate General I had an empty mind. The future is always uncertain. The way the University of Calicut has trained its students, any uncertainty could be overcome. So there I was looking outside the windows at the greeneries which wouldn’t see me for a long time. I am going for a Master’s in Electrical Engineering at the UB. What would the grass know? Or do I know? Does it even matter the grass!

I had to leave the country being sent off by my parents. And so I had a long holiday at home. Jobless and happy as it could be. The flights were booked, bags were getting filled up. Mostly the clothes . Most importantly underwears. Because the laundry cycle depends on it. The airways company was contacted for baggage information. Learned that I could carry 3 baggages each 23 kgs, a shoulder bag and violin. So it was.

Boarding at Kochi was like walking to a bus stop. I had flown all over the country so this was yet another trip. Boarding Jet airways , getting clearance and all was real fast. I chilled out at the airport. And ate whatever I had , some snacks made by mother and just watching people and waiting. Then the plane came picked me up. All luggages in tact, 3 in check in , a shoulder bag and violin with me as cabin bag. The jacket on me with important documents, ticket, passport and few toffees,mobile and that is it. The trip was eventless. Food was good and then we landed at Abu Dhabi. It is important to note this because Abu Dhabi has US pre clearance facility. This was un-planned but anyway good things happen. I could find a person in coat shouting out to people where which flight was, I heard the word Nagoya in between.

I had to get a new ticket for the onward flight. Got it promptly. I did not receive any tag for the bags. I was told that my check in bag will be taken care of, Etihad from Abu Dhabi was a code share partner of Jet Airways. This left me with my cabin  baggages, which was , as expected pretty heavy. Then I roamed the place. Found it as interesting as any other airport. I got a coffee for some dirhams. Yes! Coffee! and could not bother the conversion rate at that timeless hour.

The biological clock worked excellently within me. The call of nature was duly attended at the spacious restroom in the airport. One could actually live inside that, it was big and clean and pleasant. Then I had this queue for US pre clearance. I stood in the queue.Queue was big, I was sleepy and there was silence which aided the standing sleep. I got some slip to write my details and was led to a place where people fill up the form and go to counters of US pre-clearance. I had mine filled up in the sleep-standing queue. So I located an officer in the counter who nodded at me to approach him. I had my shoe belt and all stuff put on a basket. For this purpose it is important as my father said to keep the shoe in a plastic bag, and have an hand-sanitizer handy. I asked the office some questions regarding the declarations. I could see my three bags photographed and displayed on the screen. I was happy to see them. And then I had the admit stamp on Passport. I was out the place while most of the people were still inside. When I came out I had this dreamy feel. So I asked the security if I had been sent after check really fast, or did I miss something, or is there any other procedure to do, for I did not see any people come out other than me. Then there was this endless wait. I could not suppress my sleep. I laid on the floor. The carpet was good and I could sleep peacefully. The light inside was as bright as daylight but I couldn’t care about it. I set an alarm and had a long sleep. Later I asked the security guard again about the flight arrival. He was very happy guy and replied nicely. I waited for some more time and then I could enter the gate.

The Etihad airways onward had some fancy looking clothing for their associates. There was a bus which would take me to the plane. I felt the humidity of night air for another time. And then very soon I was inside the plane. This plane was big. Seat was big. Headset was big. Once the flight started the number of choices to watch onboard was also big. However, I did not get a neck pillow while most of the others had. Blanket was good and the headset did a good job of cutting out the cold. There were a lot of drinks in juices and others offered in flight. Food was good. And again the restrooms were better than local airlines. This was a long leg for most of the people. The person next to me was from Thailand . And that was reflected by her continuous sleep. I felt that my journey is so short in comparison. I also slept for most part with peace. Food was served at good intervals. I would switch between movies, food and sleep and repeat. There was this eye mask which read “do not disturb” on one side and “wake me up for food” on another. As you guessed correctly I had the latter facing outward. 16 hours or so later, I heard about USA and tracking of flight. People still in sleep state were somewhat alert. After some more food and juice it was landing time. Just like any other landing. And then I had arrived at the domestic terminal in John F Kennedy (JFK) Airport , New York. I could not find anyone to put seal on my F1 Visa. I waited for my luggage quite a long time. There were non standard luggage sizes, mattresses and what not that travelled on the conveyor. The trolley was charged at $6. There was a man who gave change as the machine ate the right amount that he fed in. This releases the trolley that I could take. I waited a long time. Airtel Mobile had range. I called up relatives. They were already there and had a trolley for me. I should have called them earlier at $2 to save the trolley money.

Rest of the story is like anyone who goes to their relatives place. Jet lag followed me for a few days. It would hit me hard on right time, my critical periods of sleep, back home. The feel was awesome. And as my relatives said I had to hold on for the first few days without sleeping much in the evening, which was the night time in India. So I tried, and after a week emerged an adjusted American Biological Clock. Greyhound from New Jersey would later take me to Buffalo.

On the way there was rain, I saw some major places like Binghamton, Ithaca,Syracuse, Rochester and finally Buffalo.And then as I have already told you my friends picked me up to my new accommodation.

If this amounts to be readable or a reference then it is good. I do not believe that I had a unique or obliquely different experience than most of the people. . This is because I tend to believe that I am you and you are me. Somewhat spiritualistic statement touching upon religion and emotions but still works perfectly fine. I know many of my friends would like to know my journey details If I had missed something, please feel free to e-mail me.

I thank the many instances of motivating fuel for putting this up, from family and friends alike.

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Posted by on October 19, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Hands on Limerick the first time

I guess this piece works like Limerick,

form of poetry that maverick,

lines of thoughts jumble,

the words unclear mumble,

And this made my mind work with kick.


The journey of twenty six form

squeak and shout in mix quarrelsome

What is where is known

to the one who own

the power to wade through troublesome



Limerick Formula :

5 sentences:

1,2,5 longer, end in rhyme

3,4 shorter and end in rhyme

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Posted by on October 13, 2015 in Uncategorized


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The way to go for Cycles .

The things that are very common in a place may be strange and sometimes look innovative-ly different. The case in hand is the University at Buffalo Cycle parking.

I would not compare it with what I had in my workplace before. All I can say is that cycle was considered as a lowly means of transport and the riders would be looked down with scorn. And we had parking under the open sky, with the cumulative heat , of Chennai,  and radiation from concrete platform bursting of tyre was common. And then we got a more pleasant parking under the trees , but outside the building premises. So there was no guarantee that the cycle would be intact when one returned after work.

Here, I am posting pictures of Cycle parking in State University of New York (SUNY), Buffalo.
Of course, there is a bike lane in campus.


There is a correct lane and wrong lane for the cycles .

And when it is not available, the riders take on the footpath. But, then the footpath is wide enough and not very congested.

The type 1 of cycle parking – near Greiner Hall



The type 2 of cycle parking – near the Greiner Hall


The type 3 of cycle parking – a very common style here in university


The type 4 of cycle parking – near Goodyear Hall


Type 5

And the traditional way of the students ?! Tie it to the post


And there are social bicycles, which are kind of tech enabled . It has GPS and electronic lock. This is a sharing system in which you pay and get to take any free cycle. Park the cycle to specific area (not as in picture) and get availability of free cycles through a mobile app.


So, you start to believe that no one uses cars here.   Let’s see the car parking area



So how do people commute?

Longer rides – car/bus/train

Shorter rides – cycles ?

I don’t know the usage pattern. I see that the University has lot of space and that can accommodate lot of cars, cycles and people.

And places are so far apart that car will be necessary to commute.  And during winter the cycle may be hibernating in the basement.

See the full album in Flickr

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Posted by on September 6, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Latest from the Niagara Falls , USA

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Posted by on September 4, 2015 in Uncategorized


Start Deutsch

A determined beginning on learning German culminated into award of Goethe Zertifikat A1 and now A2. I received the certificate by post very recently. This was an accomplished par comparison. The way it went and how I went may well be documented here.

The study of German started with a weekend class. I was getting bored regularly on a weekend basis. Every weekend I could book a train ticket. Wait for its confirmation or even better, fight for Tatkal tickets on Thursday for a Friday train that reaches my destination on Saturday morning. The cost of to and for train journey could not be compensated by a 2 day stay. So the number of stays had to be increased. That leads to more leaves at office. For the sake of getting right return on train ticket investment. There was a saturation point somewhere. I had no place to visit in this city. I had covered all. There was no more leaves. And there was no purpose in going home, except for the sake of avoiding boredom. I had to collect movies or books and engage myself with it on weekends. Invariably weekends led to long sleeping times. longer cooking times. And an absolute tortoise way of life for 2 days.

I could try many things if I did not go home. Such as sleeping and cooking. Nothing more. The movies I watched did not improve me. The newspapers were useful if there was no daily follow up. So “what can be done ? ” was a regular question. I could search for events. But none satisfied me. They were either far or costly. Some interfered with the extra sleep times that I became habituated during weekends.

Then came the option :- Start Deutsch

Why Start Deutsch A2 ?

Okay, so I have fell into Deutsch,, German language will provide some opportunities, in job or in some yet unknown stuff. The way it is made makes my English better and communication easier. A2 is the next step and through steps we reach some heights.

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Posted by on August 10, 2015 in Uncategorized


Discovery of Panamaram Jain Temple

On the auspicious day of 18th April, 2015 our trip leader discovered the Panamaram Jain Temple, Wayanad, Kerala. This is  how it happened.

At the Pazhassi tomb, Mananthavady, Wayanad, Kerala, we had learned about the Jain temples. Some of which were very close to the place. Hence we embarked on the journey to visit the place. There were sign boards to Panamaram. And then nothing, absolute blank. This Jain Temple was listed, it was not one out of the world, mythological or folklore. But there were no directions given. We searched, asked, got frustrated and then cursed ourselves, but later determined our path with the spirit of travel. We were at Panamaram. That much was clear. But no one knew were the Jain Temple was. We asked lorry drivers, residents. We went in wrong routes 3 times. Then were around the temple for a long time, but could not find a road to it. We could smell it. And then after asking a shopkeeper at Punchavayal.

We were here at Punchavayal. We had returned to the shopkeeper who had told us the way. This time his face was unhappy and disappointed that we could not find the temple. We roamed the road that the shopkeeper pointed to. He also said first left. There was some tarring roadwork happening. We found no clue of the Jain Temple. Then as the road-roller moved, we found the un-tarred road. We thought let this be our last try. And , truly, we had discovered the Ancient Jain Temple at Panamaram after very very short drive into the “road”.

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Posted by on April 20, 2015 in Uncategorized


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