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There are some girls who prefer to have boys as friends..because boys have lesser issues and lesser brains… and I completely agree… most of my girls in my life…are most comfortable with their boys gang around…they not only get complete attention in the gang…but the boys take care of the gentle lady with utmost care… There are few boys ..Really very few ..who don’t want more girls in life than boys…and I certainly do not relate to that species. I find the company with a girl is more romantic …more relaxed…more soul searching and most times..leaves you confused!! The only way you conclude is by telling your heart and mind… “Dude…just relax....women are complex! KLPD is a way of life” God was certainly right…he made us totally different from each other…be it the way we grow up as kids… ( I can say this now that I have a girl and a boy in my home..growing up)…. Be it in the way we study in school… the way our uniform looks at the end of the day… the way we play…the games we p...

Morgan Freeman’s character in the movie “The Shawshank Redemption” serves 30 years in the prison…and at a point says.. “I don’t know where all those years went by…and there is nothing left except hope..”   30 years is almost the full lifetime of us who are reading this blog… Just imagine someone who is confined inside a small room for that many years..and still has hope… a hope to feel free..to breathe and to live…atleast for a tiny moment before you die..!! Early 1980’s..my mom would get up..clean the mud house we lived in..Clean the cow dung..Walk upto a mile to the river to wash clothes..carrying me by her side…drag herself back to the house to cook food…go to the field to help rest of the family to make sure the crop this year yields better.. so that we are alive for the next year,,…   With no future to get out of the poverty..with 2 kids in front of her…all she did was Hope…!! She hoped that Dad and she could manage some job… her kids would go to some school ...

Rakesh Jaitley, my colleague in Oracle and a very good friend inspired me to write this theme on Friends..   You feel humbled when someone like Rakesh says he loved reading what you wrote..For I have not known many like him, who takes life like a song..and most times, literally.. He is one of the happiest people I have come across and optimism takes notes from him when things are down… There have been many friends I have in life and I will for sure take all of your names in my blog over time…for each one of you have made me what I am today..in your own ways… This was during my initial lonely days in Bangalore, when I was totally irritated with my parent’s decision to bring me to Bangalore from Mysore..I had been distanced from Billa and Phani…and the gang of boys and girls who all joined colleges together or atleast near to each other and met everyday… However, back here, I had no friends to even to talk..no fun..and to top it all, Dad got me into a college full of ner...

There is such excitement in writing today’s blog that I am already feeling lively..Feeling young.. Feeling full of energy and can’t wait to get this posted…!!  That’s what F.R.I.E.N.D.S do to you in life…and this one is about how my friends have helped and are helping me stay a better person. As Jo keeps saying, relatives are gifts from god…they are sold to you in a package when you are born, with “ goods once sold cannot be returned” tag… But the real gifts in life are the friends that you had….that you have … and those you will make.. For, it is always “You” who will choose …to be friends with someone…! There is something about those school days in primary..when you wait for that PT period…despite the fact that you are scared of PT sir twisting your ear till it becomes red…you still crave that period more than the Social Studies or Moral Science…The rush in getting out of the classroom…running to the ground and making 2 teams…to not even think of getting stinky shirts and...

Its summer in India and my little son, is part of that gang of few kids who are testing the power of Sun god..measuring how much can it tan their skin...being in swimming pool from 11 to 2pm...making sure the sun can't escape them... The day starts early... yup..they get up on their own..this miracle happens only in Summer holidays and its been happening across generations...mine too:-) its either cricket or some other ball game before breakfast...eat food like you are in a " Minute to win it" challenge...rush to pool...make sure the sun gets tired of burning their skin...come home for food.. There is absolutely no time to take a nap...how could they..its not that there is some home work pending...or some project at school that they have to finish which usually brings them sleep.. :-) I see tiredness running away from these bunch of kids..Abhi's mind is always thinking what next...where can we have fun...what do we do...what do we do... and if I am around...the q...

When I started to write..long ago, it was either home work or at best, grocery list that my mom never finished dictating till we reached the shop. Slowly, there was this phase during high school in Mysore, that I remember falling in love and trying to put together few words I had read here and there..to write my love letters.. As usual, they went to the bin before I finsihed reading it the second time.. yup! my kids would have looked different..and Jo would have been happier with a better husband, had I ever dared to give those letters to those who would read it more than twice!! In college, the ink changed..the words changed...mostly influenced by the movies and old songs which played amidst the horrible loudspeaker's surrondsound in my small little room...sleepless nights..wonderful day dreams in which I was always a hero...:-) Jo was the only one who tolerated me in Bangalore..and I wrote for her and about her... not many did she read..but some which she read or even saw....