the early morning massacre at House No.298, Indra Nagar

The wonder of creation
The beauty of formation
The delight of a design
The marvel of an idea
The miracle of life

Broken..whipped..fried..

Am having my breakfast.

A lost deal..

All that you love, has been loved..
All that you hate, has been hated..

All that you love, has been hated..
All that you hate, has been loved..

All that you dream, has been dreamt..
All that you own, has been owned..

All that you lost, has been gained..
All that you gained, has been lost..

All that you have, has been had..
All that you gave, has been given..

All that you see, has been seen..
All that you say, has been said..

All that you think, has been thought..
All that you do, has been done..

All that you live, has been lived..

……..

All that needs to be won, has been won…
And you want to die, but you then are dead..

the English, August blog

visited this blog on a random search.. damn good is an understatement.. what made it more appealing was that this guy had chosen the same template as i had..

and the similarities end there..:)

the photographs posted are mesmerising and the words accompanying them are truly poetic..

the salesman's job

this morning i had a discussion going with my colleagues on the job of a sales guy in this IT industry.. seems like competent guys are hard to come by..

sales is probably the most personal of all jobs.. we all must have heard about the 'lonely sales guy'.. glamorous it seems for others, the sales guy is the most tortured soul around.. you can experience all sorts of emotions in a day, you could win some, lose some, win a losing deal and vice versa, can feel elated, cheated, irritated, can be made to feel like a fool, shouted upon, walk into a meeting full of ideas, come back thoughtless, and what more..

so we got discussing, why would anyone choose this as a profession.. especially guys, say, from a top notch B-school or so, with so many options before them in the wake of sunrise industries like IT and other services, why would they settle for a career in sales.. even if they choose so, we find many of them coming with a totally different perspective on sales and seem to flounder and get out within a year or so..

the b-schools need to drive the right inclination among the wards..

and the industry probably should start doubling the pay for guys in sales.. ;) !

Thiruvasagam in Symphony

i have bought the TiS of Illayaraja.. and have read now tonnes of reviews on the same... most of the reviews go overboard in terms of the accolades heaped on IR.. which is understandable, as till now no Indian has gone for such an attempt..

however there are some things which are playing on my mind..

based on whatever he has done so far, IR is a genius, no doubt..

he is such a prolific composer who has given a few thousands of songs in close to a thousand films.. a whole load of those songs define the lives of many who are his fans.. this kind of connection for a creator with his audience is just brilliant.. and when a guy like that comes out with a totally new effort we are going to go nuts..and its easy to go overboard..

this attempt by IR surely needs the listener to be appreciative of the form of music, much like a modern art painting.. with a little help, many can surely appreciate a modern art, am sure..

so...a critical review of TiS, with a little help to the general but discerning listener as to what makes this special, is still missing... or probably it is there in some of the reviews.. i could've missed it amidst all the superlatives...

as for my reaction, it was amazing to listen to the blend of classic tamil verses mixed on a western symphonic score, and surprising to hear IR's choice of his own voice really suiting the effort.. as for the complexities of the score, am not competent enough to compehend what has gone into these compositions...

the starting post...

have been reading through a lot of blogs of late.. should say, people all round are born writers... the volume of writings posted on some of the blogs are mind boggling to say the least...

i do not know what i will blog about... unlike a diary, a blog is easily there for others to read and review... it is the average man's own printing press, own book store with a own set of readers..

anyway i have started...