PS I Love You 1

Hi All,

First, please lemme know the first thought that crossed our mind seeing such a title. I had 2 reasons for choosing this title. One, I was curious to know how many people will turn to read my blog if I have such cheesy titles. My blog hit count was 184 before I posted this one. Scroll to end of the page to check out how many hits I have now. Two, I wanted to increase the blog hit count [:D] .

Ok, coming to the purpose of this blog. This is about the book I read today P.S. I Love you By Cecelia Ahern. Lemme start with how this book fell into my hands. It was a Monday and it alos happened to be my friend’s wedding. I was returning from the marriage. I was not quite well that day and unfortunately I couldn’t get a seat in the bus while returning home and I stood 3 hours holding an enormous luggage which tumbled for every single brake. Finally, I made it to the airport looking like I was in a furnace. And not to be surprised, I noticed all the well dressed people around me giving awkward looks. So, I left my enormous luggage near a chair and stepped into the rest room. I returned leisurely since I was too early for the flight, I found few police men staring at the luggage I have deserted. So you can imagine what must have happened, shunting and advice from everyone around for being so irresponsible.

I was too tired and thought its better I start reading something to divert my attention from people who are still staring at me. So, I stepped into the book store to find some good fiction/thriller which will keep me busy. Browsing around, I caught the sight of a very handsome man on the cover of a book and the title said PS I Love You. I first thought it must be just another romantic/fairy tale type book with a very handsome guy with everything perfect and a beautiful girl who is never able to decide whether she is in love with him or not. When I read the snippet, I felt it’s not just another romantic novel. After a little battle to buy it or not, I decided I will give it a shot. When I was out of the shop it was time to head towards security check. I stood in the queue with the book in hand so that I can start reading once I am done with the security check. Suddenly a foreign lady behind me said something. Since I was lost in thoughts I didn’t hear her. She repeated understanding the confused look in my face. She said “it’s an excellent book. But very sad. I cried for every chapter.” I was speechless coz how often you find a foreign lady telling you she cried and also I am not a very comfortable person talking to strangers even in my mother tongue. I gave her a broad smile and replied “Thank you”. Later I thought why the hell I thanked her. Thankfully, she was kind enough not to burst out laughing. In the flight I took a comfortable seat near the window and started reading the booking. After a little while, an old man in late fifties took the aisle seat next to me. He gave a warm friendly smile and sat fastening his seat belt. His next glance fell on the front page of the book and he gave me a look like “What kind of books this young generation read”. I had enough humiliation for the day. So, I closed the book took the magazine in front of me. The whole week passed and I just read few pages now and then. Finally on Sunday, as usual I was totally jobless and started reading the book.

It’s not just another romantic novel. It’s a very emotional novel about a girl fighting to recover from the sorrow of her husband death with the help of her friends, family and an envelope from her husband. It’s a very touchy novel. I cried every now and then. There was one more reason why I cried when I read the novel. Because I have seen one of my friend struggling to recover after her father passed away. Though I understood how difficult it was for her. I have acted like a jerk many times. I just wanted to say sorry for that. I didn’t intend to act so. I wanted to help her. And I was too stupid not to understand that I must have hurt you. Sorry!

Hey people, I know it’s difficult to digest but one day or other we will all come across a situation when our near/dear might lose someone special in their life. We all understand how difficult it for them. And we will surely want to help them out. So, people like me who don’t know how to handle such situation read the book. It will help. You might think I am over reacting. But, realizing that you have acted like a jerk instead of helping them, make you more awful and guilty.

Ok, enough of emotions. Please post your comments on the first thought of the blog title. I am planning to have an iterative blog here .So PS I Love You 2 will be the compilation of those first thoughts. So help me keep blogging.

In case, you wanna read it. I have a pdf with me and this the esnip link http://www.esnips.com/doc/98cb2c7d-6478-486d-97bd-a5cfd32b3d67/Ahern,-Cecelia.-PS-I-Love-You

Varanam aayiram review

If I am a critic I ll give the movie 3 ½ stars. Movie is worth watching. It has mirrored various stages of the life. Movie is not for mass. It is a story of a life time, beautiful like a melody. People expecting dance drama can stay away. Songs drag the movie a little and it has a lot of English dialogs. As one of my friend said it's a movie for Class A audience. Hats off to Surya for his brilliant performance and the difference he has shown in every getup. Surya has taken more Avathar than Dasavatharam. Die hard Surya fans will love it. Enjoy the movie and walk the journey.

Effect of MBA on me!!!

My first introduction to MBA was at my 2^nd grade in school. My dad was pursuing his MBA by distance learning. I was too little to understand what MBA is really. But s

ince my dad had an MBA to his qualification, I wanted in mine too. During my under graduation, I had a management paper. The lecturer for the paper was a pro in it. When he lectured about various companies/CEO, I imagined myself as the CEO/Board of directors/the person in the case study. I made decisions, discussed the problem, brought new changes etc.. That is when I really understood what a MBA graduate do?

After few months in my first job, I understood it will take years to do any real managerial task and I didn’t find any little scope for my CEO dreams. So I decided to pursue an MBA, a short cut for my dream was the intention ;). I enrolled for the CAT coaching. First few days were just lecturers on Management schools, their exams and selection procedures. I was instructed to read newspaper daily, books from various genres, vocabulary building, etc... Newspaper was never been my game. I always preferred reading the news that appears in the scroll bar. Slowly, I forced myself to read newspaper. Within a few weeks, I was loving newspaper [Not the one with gossips and pictures ;)]. Reading what is happening around the world and analysing different issues was interesting. In school I read Nancy Drew, Famous five, etc...

And in college it had been always Sydney Sheldon and harry potter. Now, I experimented with many new genres like Philosophy, biography, comedy, adventure so on and so forth. I was able to notice that there is a lot of change in me. My reading habit has changed. I have started looking at things from a broader scope. I started listening to business news, hearing stock market updates, judge laws passed. I just loved it all.

As I was struggling to cope up my verbal, quantitative and other skills, personal issues popped and I had to quit from CAT preparation and pursue MBA. I am not worried that I couldn’t appear for CAT/become an MBA in the near future. I am happy the way MBA has transformed my life. It has exposed me to a bigger world and had given me a new approach to life. If not an business manager/event manager/ marketing manager, I can always be a home manager ;). Love u MBA and thank u MBA [:D].

Power Cuts!!! Hope its not too late...

Recently when I was reading one of the local newspaper, I came across a news about Ashok Leyland cutting the number of working days. One of the reason was due to the power shortage in Tamil Nadu. And another news focused on the reduced production in Thirupur Textile mills due to power shortage. Surprisingly, I didn't see any good step been taken towards overcoming this shortage. Everyone are busy giving statements, getting arrested and released for the never ending War in Sri Lanka.
It is high time something is done about the power shortage. With the financial crisis and market tumbling ever now and then, power shortage must not add up for the layoffs and production cuts happening everywhere. Inflation has already raised the prices heavily. A pink slip at this stage is very dangerous for any person.
Hope actors/actress and others who are fighting for Tamils in Sri Lanka will look into Tamils in Tamil Nadu before its too late.

Overcoming my Cooking Nightmare

Cooking has always scared me. When I was in my 8th class, my aunts and others used to give me lectures on "How cooking is important for a girl" and all. I hated cooking in every way. When I grew a little older in my college days, I used to boost saying the one food I can prepare is instant noodles/boil water. Even though i tried few special menus now and then, or helped my mom slate onions, I never observed whats in it. Advising me to cook was screaming in deaf ears.

Days Passed on. Due to various reasons, I had to move to a house with my friends. Initially we had no problem coz we had a girl who cooked. One fine day, I was alone at home and there was no breakfast. I was really hungry and there was no instant noodles. I had to cook something. I called my mom asked her menu to prepare "kichidi". With burns and cuts, I managed to cook something that looked very much like kichidi. First I tasted a little, hmmm the salt and spice was correct. But the kichidi was like a paste. With rats crawling in my stomach, I had not other go. So I swallowed the kichidi paste. That was my terrible first cooking experience.

Then gradually I started looking into what is being done, what I have done wrong. Cooking is not a nightmare anymore. Now I make fun saying "Cooking is all about slating onions ;)".

I have started adapting cooking as my relaxation mechanism. When I am irritated, I go into the kitchen and try out dish. It helps me unjam my mind. Cooking is just slating onions and a therapy to me :D.