My 15/8/09

It happened to be the morning of 15/8 ; I was switching between the television channels with background scolding’s from my dad for not being firm even in sticking on to a television program; My attitude of switching between channels gives him pleasant choice of blaming my entire generation of not being firm on their decision, lackadaisical ,….y ,z; O My god ; At times I just ask him only question ; ‘Dad how were you in your early 20’s ?’ and the answer would be suffixed with the word ‘responsibilities’ of the n th degree;
In those background chorus, to the fascination of my eyes there came the PARDE of our brave soldiers; joining from the three wing- air force, navy and army in grandeur;
As a child I was always fascinated by the token of respect which the uniform of these guards of the nation gathered in the minds of masses; it’s indomitable;
Is it the lure of the march or the absorption of the color or the appeal of discipline; these brave patriots deserve a salute for their exertion;
It’s some of this fascination that had made me fill application forms for joining air force or navy in particular;
Who knows had I joined the Naval college of Engineering, I might be proud of the script for myself, as I would also be a proud patriot of the nation which gives each and every one a life filled with dignity.
Whatever for now I could just fulfill one dream of mine in the future:
One day I would like to sit among the audience in the RED fort and just relish seeing these virtual (watching in square box) guardians perform in reality;
Now that the grand parade is over my dad is ready to pour his second round of blessings :)

Part of the inspiration gathered nourishment in my school days. The school’s founder being an ex-major general was able to transmit the discipline & values to the thousands graduating from school.

My Sunday....

What more?? What less?? Another 24 hour completion by the quartz clock hanging on the wall in the vestibule. But still the day is more specific for the quotient of “ME”.As a softie glued to my desktop throughout the week the day provided me with a gratifying personal space. No deliveries, no cornered meetings, no requirement analysis, no status updates and the list goes on (Need to frame an excel to capture TO Do’s of a weekJ) Is it a “yes” all these “no” that makes the day special…There are more reasons than that….
It starts with a cup of tea configured on a parallel plate with the most interesting thing in this world that wakes most of the Homo sapiens spirit every morning …guesses?? (The Hindu)….With a mild stretch of my muscles my mind rests at peace …Of course it does tickle a bit to ping my friends for a drive on uninterrupted lane on the roads of greater Chennai….
Let alone the musik that pleases my ears I do pen down at times….Whatever it is kudos to the person who coined the word “Sunday”…..and tributes to the my fellow human beings who positively wished a bit to individuality for themselves ….. Long live the happiness associated with the day...Oops my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is calling :) catch you later :) Good day :)