To help Tsunami relief victims from chennai

LIST OF ITEMS NEEDED URGENTLY & CONTACT POINTS IN AND AROUND DELHI

Items Needed Urgently

1) Money-

Cash donations are a priority as we need money to arrange supplies and
movement, so please call:
Meenakshee at 981800 0409 / Apurva at 9811332259 / Vivek at 9810502319

Cheques -

Please draw cheques in favor of "Suyam charitable trust A/C NO.
603101272441”. The funds will go to the under mentioned NGO with whom
we will be working with:

R.N.Muthuram & V.Uma

Trustees, Suyam Charitable Trust

23,Lawyer Chinnathambi Street I Floor,

Kondithope Chennai - 600 079, Tamilnadu, India. Ph.: 25204822 /
31125905 / 98403 65819

The donation receipts and along with tax rebate certificates [80(G)]
will be issued by Suyam on the donor's name. Please find attached with
this mail authorization letter allowing us to collect funds on behalf on
Suyam.

2) Volunteers needed urgently for relief work


3) Cartons, Polythene Roles & Duct Tape

4) Processed & Packed Food items with long Shelf Life like Chocolates,
Maggi , Milkmaid, Milk powder,
5) Disposable Gloves
6) Disposable Masks
7) Tamil Translators
8) Medicines –

1) Paracetamol - Cro

2) Ibuprofen

3) Cetrizine/Fexofenadine

4) Ciprofloxacin 500mg

5) Ciprofloxacin + Tinidazole

6) Norfloxacin

7) Chloroquine

8) Domstal

9) Cough syrups

10) Imodium

11) Glucon C / Vitamin C

12) Revital

13) Multivitamins / Supplements



9) Supplies



1) Savlon / Dettol

2) Scissors

3) Crape Bandage

4) Cartons

5) Burnol

6) Bandages

7) Cotton Bundle

8) Sanitary Pads

9) Matchboxes

10) Candles

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My experiences with J*v*

In the past few weeks I have been reading lots of poetry thats why maybe I thought I should blog few of them and so I did. There were times in my PS when my mind used to be full of variables and methods and classes and Trees and Tables and Renderers and what not.. A day did not begin without going throught he topics on forum.java.sun.com/forum.jspa?forumid=57
I would look into new issues coming up in Java Swing. Try answering some of them (...although i have'nt got any dukes so far) and try catching up with my own design.

Today seems different to me. Let me first explain why I came here. Ever since my second yr second sem I was caught in a beautiful world of images called Vision and IP. Did plenty of project work and must say I have done quite a bit of research in the field and have also submitted an international paper. This was May 2004. When I knew I was coming to DaimlerChrysler my happiness knew no bounds. They had an amazing research group. I was all geared to work in there.

July 4th I land at DaimlerChrysler Research and Technology India. Few days later after the rigourous orientation sessions we had..finally the list of projects had been finalised. I find myself in front of a Compaq Machine with Eclipse IDE open. Yes, they had put me into the sofware division on a live project because java developers were the need of the hour.

I was dissappointed. But definitely being adaptive, tried to love what i had. But initially I was into testing. Well I know the very word would bring out the yuckiest expressions anyone would have got. Well I felt the same...I was just here physically. But my mind wandered into imagining what a loser I was sitting in front of the Eclipse IDE. But I did not have an option.

Well phase one of the project was over and in phase 2 I was made a dveeloper. Well there is a certain pride in saying it when you have been in a testing team for over two months. Then I started to explore the world of Java. I almost fell in love with it. It is such a beautiful programming languages ever discovered. I should say that James Gosling must be given a nobel prize for it. Well in the year 2004 4.5M developers and 1.5M devices use this technology (thanks to Ratish for the blog site of James gosling... :)) ..now thats a whooping number.

Since I always complained that I needed some amount of research involved in the job i do...my Project manager asked me to design a very complex user interface design. He told me that it wasnt easy and it was upto me to get this design working. Well must agree it was a bit tough. But once you get your fuindamentals of Java right..i.e about how java draws its components..what are the methods it uses..what are Trees and Tables and how are they rendered and how are they edited and how to handle events...well if these things are ok then i guess what I did was pretty simple. But what i figured out was that most java developers know little bit about most things but not most thing about one particular thing.

Well thats my love story with java. Came in as a research guy and go out as a hard core sofware developer. Last two days at DC. I know I've learnt lots...but as i said..Java is an ocean..and ocean where you wont repent if you were drowned. I did'nt ..;)

Inpire me !

Even thousand words cannot sometimes inspire a person, but some other times it just requires few....

"If you don't go down in history you didn't exist!"

To see a world in a grain of sand

and a heaven in a wild flower,

hold infinity in the palm of your hand

and eternity in an hour.

– William Blake

Divine Image....William Blake...

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And secrecy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace seal'd,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

She walks in beauty...Lord Byron..personal favourites

She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lochinvar...by Sir Walter Scott...personal favourites

Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west,

Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;

And save his good broadsword he weapons had none.

He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone.

So faithful in love and so dauntless in war,

There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone,

He swam the Eske river where ford there was none,

But ere he alighted at Netherby gate

The bride had consented, the gallant came late:

For a laggard in love and a dastard in war

Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,

Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all:

Then spoke the bride’s father, his hand on his sword,

For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,

‘Oh! come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,

Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?’

‘I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied;

Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide

And now am I come, with this lost love of mine,

To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.

There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,

That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.’

The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up,

He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup,

She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh,

With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.

He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar,

‘Now tread we a measure!’ said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,

That never a hall such a galliard did grace;

While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,

And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;

And the bride-maidens whispered ‘’Twere better by far

To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.’

One touch to her hand and one word in her ear,

When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near;

So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,

So light to the saddle before her he sprung!

‘She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;

They’ll have fleet steeds that follow,’ quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting ’mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;

Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:

There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,

But the lost bride of Netherby ne’er did they see.

So daring in love and so dauntless in war,

Have ye e’er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?

Rejoice in the lamb...Christopher Smart

...
For I will consider my cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the living God.
Duly and daily serving him.

For at the first glance
Of the glory of God in the East
He worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body
Seven times round with elegant quickness.
For he knows that God is his saviour.
For God has bless'd him
In the variety of his movements.
For there is nothing sweeter
Than his peace when at rest.

For I am possessed of a cat,
Surpassing in beauty,
From whom I take occasion
To bless Almighty God.
For the Mouse is a creature
Of great personal valour.
For this is a true case--
Cat takes female mouse,
Male mouse will not depart,
but stands threat'ning and daring.
If you will let her go,
I will engage you,
As prodigious a creature as you are.

For the Mouse is a creature
Of great personal valour.
For the Mouse is of
An hospitable disposition.

For the flowers are great blessings.
For the flowers are great blessings.
For the flowers have their angels,
Even the words of God's creation.
For the flower glorifies God
And the root parries the adversary.
For there is a language of flowers.
For the flowers are peculiarly
....

For H is a spirit
And therefore he is God.
For K is king
And therefore he is God.
For L is love
And therefore he is God.
For M is musick
And therefore he is God.
And therefore he is God.
For the instruments are by their rhimes,
For the shawm rhimes
are lawn fawn and the like.
For the shawm rhimes
are moon boon and the like.
For the harp rhimes
are sing ring and the like.
For the harp rhimes
are ring string and the like.

For the cymbal rhimes
are bell well and the like.
For the cymbal rhimes
are toll soul and the like.
For the flute rhimes
are tooth youth and the like.
For the flute rhimes
are suit mute and the like.
For the bassoon rhimes
are pass class and the like.
For the dulcimer rhimes
are grace place and the like.
For the clarinet rhimes
are clean seen and the like.
For the trumpet rhimes
are sound bound and the like.
For the trumpet of God
is a blessed intelligence
And so are all the instruments in Heav'n.

For God the Father Almighty plays upon the harp
Of stupendous magnitude and melody.
For at that time malignity ceases
And the devils themselves are at peace.
For this time is perceptible to man
By a remarkable stillness and serenity of soul.

All About Love....

" ...love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
honoured and yet in mourning,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss." - Pablo Neruda

Celia: "Oh Charles?a woman needs certain things. She needs to be loved, wanted, cherished, sought after, wooed, flattered, cosseted, pampered. She needs sympathy, affection, devotion, understanding, tenderness, infatuation, adulation, idolatry?that isn't much to ask, is it Charles?" ?[Barry Took and Marty Feldman, Round the Horne, BBC Radio, 1966]

Thus love can make us disregard most defects and deficiencies?even when, as Shakespeare said, we may still be aware that we?re seeing them:

WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unskilful in the world's false forgeries.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although I know my years be past the best,
I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue,
Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest.
But wherefore says my love that she is young?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is a soothing tongue,
And age, in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I'll lie with love, and love with me,
Since that our faults in love thus smother'd be.


We similarly deceive ourselves not only in our personal lives but also in realms of abstract ideas. Listen to Richard Feynman?s words:

"That was the beginning and the idea seemed so obvious to me that I fell deeply in love with it. And, like falling in love with a woman, it is only possible if you don't know too much about her, so you cannot see her faults. The faults will become apparent later, but after the love is strong enough to hold you to her. So, I was held to this theory, in spite of all the difficulties, by my youthful enthusiasm."? 1966 Nobel Prize lecture.


"Love thyself"
-thats me

Five Point Someone

Finally I found the patience and the time to read a book. Having read it I thought why not write a review. And here it goes...five point someone..

As the name and the byline suggests, it was a story if three friends at IIT. From the word go the book has attitude written all over it. The book speaks of three friends Alok, Ryan and Hari(the author) who have different backgrounds and have walked through the gates of IIT after having clearing one of the most toughest entrance examinations in the world.

In the very first page the author conveys a clear message to his friends who would be in some corner of the globe that its his version of the story and if they have anything to say they might as well pen down their versions. One interesting characted that I was particularly impressed int his book was that of Ryan ..the cool dude. He was a guy who was this typical boarding school product and had been away from his parents for most of his life. He was tall, smart and of course handsome. It was a perfect display of guts when he breaks a coke bottle and threatens to stab the senior if he doesnt go out of his room during freshers. His character is an intense one if you get into the intricacies mentioned in the book. It shows that since his parents put him in a boarding school he started hating them. He never used to reply to any of their letters. For him friends were everything. He could do anything for them...from taking Alok's dad to the hospital at night even after he stopped speaking to alok for over an year...to mixing vodka and rolling joints. He knew how to have fun.

Ryan displays an amazing sense of creativity when he questions his mech prof about a bench press being a machine and still does not make workout easy. His heights of craziness can be seen when he makes a radio during their final lab practicals with the components given for their experiment...and alos when he suggests that hari take a few shots of vodka befiore he goes for his viva as it may dissolve the fear of speaking...to stealing the final mech paper from prof. cherians room.

Well he just rocks. And there is also this amazing story of hari and neha. Neha..wondering who...she is hari's princess and prof.cherian's daughter. Wow what a way to greet her happy bday in the middle of the night. These guys help hari jump into her room through her terrace without getting caught and hari gives her a rose. Great idea hun....guess who's?..of course Ryan.

over all the book was fun to read...and since I am also staying in a hostel in my college i was able to relate to the book....great piece of work...although some people felt the ending was bad...well i dunno i felt it was normal...and it had to be normal.

Funny but interesting ...!

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Reach out to the stars...is somebody stopping you?

He was an innocent kid uncorrupted by the forces of evil existing on planet earth. His mind was pure and his actions had no motive. Every night lying down on the terrace of his apartment he would gaze at the sky. Gaze at them with a sparkle in his eyes, with a hope that one day, he would be able to reach to them.His mother told him that above all existed god and every time he gazed at the sky it would be with the intention of meeting god. He was fascinated by nature. He loved to watch the water droplets fall from the sky when it rained. Nature gave rise to doubts in the mind of this innocent child. Questions remained unanswered in his mind.Years passed by and he did all routines as a normal boy of his age would do. Innocence had left long ago. He knew what the world was and what was needed to survive. He admired beauty. He developed a passion for knowing more people. He was very outspoken. He made lot of friends. He started becoming responsible. And then developed an urge in him to achieve, a desire to conquer the world, a fire in him that refused to cease. He could not stand defeat. He could not forget an injury caused to him and saw to it that the person who had injured him has been injured in return. He was the most caring person for those who cared for him. His thoughts were far beyond the imagination of his friends. He was a brilliant student.He loved thinking about serious things in life. He paid attention to the intricacies of life. His mind was muddled with thoughts about life and people. He admired beauty in its every form and felt that beauty was at its best in a woman. In his quest for beauty, he met a girl whom he thought had something for him. He felt a magnetic attraction towards her. He knew he had a challenge ahead. And without much effort he won her heart. He felt being on the top of the world. He felt as though he had reached the stars he used to gaze years back. They spent lots of time together getting to know each other well. Shared their common thoughts, argued over uncommon ones and became good friends. In the process he always had a question. Where was he heading? Was this his dream? He had no answer. But he always felt that he wasn't happy with the relationship.Time passed by as it wouldn't stop. Slowly he realized the change in him. Changed for the better? he had no answer. He felt as if he has drowned deep into an ocean of water. He felt lonely. He felt like talking to someone, he couldn't. He wanted to break away from the confusion, he couldn't. He wanted to escape from the world, he couldn't. Was it her? he had no answer. He felt as if the biting cold water deep under the ocean had frozen him and his brain to death.He decided that he has more to offer to the world than to the girl. So he broke up with her. They parted as friends and he is still in touch with her.His life had a new beginning. He felt as though he was reborn. He had new ambitions, new ideas, and the vitality in him to achieve them. He rediscovered the fire that had been suppressed in him for long. He had the drive and the motivation. He could see success in front of his eyes. He saw a new ray of hope that came out of his self-realization.That day he went upto the terrace of his apartment, looked up at the stars and said "Run away! For I shall reach you and bring you down to earth. Success is mine and I shall have it. "That was the last he saw of the stars, for he realized that success is about satisfaction of one's self. And he was satisfied.

This is how business is done !

Laloo Prasad Yadav talks to his son.

Laloo: I want you to marry a girl of my choice
Son : "I want to choose my own bride".
Laloo : "But the girl is Ambani's daughter."
Son : "Well, in that case...... Yes"

Next Laloo approaches Mukesh Ambani

Laloo : "I have a husband for your daughter."
Ambani : "But my daughter is too young to marry."
Laloo : "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."
Ambani : "Ah, in that case.....Yes"

Finally Laloo goes to see the president of the World Bank.
Laloo : "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president."
President :"But I already have more vice-presidents than I need."
Laloo : "But this young man is Ambani's son-in-law."
President : "Ah, in that case.......Yes."

This is how business is done

CAT gone to the dogs...

Four months ago, listening to a B-School Grad who had been paid to let us know of the pros and cons of doing an MBA from the IIMs, made me think whether I should go in for an MBA. He was successful in convincing me that it is worth giving a shot at CAT which is considered to be one of the toughest management entrance exams in the world.

There began a journey....a journey of compromises, time management, regularity in classes, continuous revision..a journey which made me dream. Dream of all the things beautiful and bright that these small compromises in life could bring. The dream also carried with it a nightmare...a nightmare of uncertainity..a nightmare of competing with 150,000 students..and most of all a nightmare of failure.

"Everything about CAT is uncertain", said another tutor who was handling a workshop on strategies for CAT. How uncertain is the question. I did not believe him until the morning of 21st Nov 2004, when I was sitting in a classroom filled with dreamers like me, and the CAT paper was distributed. Uncertainity was as uncertain as uncertainity could be. The whole pattern had changed. Less number of questions, increased complexity, uncertain negative marking,...you name it .

The moment I stepped out of the hall I knew I had lost it. It was a bad feeling. I felt like I'm in the middle of no where. I felt like a loser. I have never felt so bad in life.

It took me two whole days to recover form the shock. I have recovered and am a better person now. It was told world over that CAT 2004 was tough. I was'nt bothered. Somebody told me the solutions were out ...I didnt bother. Two days later ....48 hrs of solitude ...Im feeling betterand I'm a stronger person ..I know how to handle failures.

As somebody had rightly said..

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams"

CAT 2005 ...I'm back

Is it time to bell the CAT ?

Its november and its time for every individual (I'm sure there are more than fifty thousand of them) to take the most coveted management entrance test in India....Common Addmission Test(CAT). A dream for most graduates to get a boost in their career or so to say to earn a few lakhs more. Is it really worth it? Lets see...

After your graduate studies , the urge to add another tag behing their names for the sake of...money...marriage..career..god knows, makes a person's life so confused ( i am not an exception). Confusion began in June when those institutes with their flashy ads and attractive statistics wanted me to enrol myself into one of their programs. All those marketing brains sitting in the AC rooms in offices of these institutes literally sweat it out to get people in.

I visited the office of a a very popular institute. There was a lady who asked me to take seat and wait till the previous guy fell for her trap. I was looking around the place and saw a magazine rack full of business magazines. I just picked up one of them to while away time. Was reading through it...till the moment she gave a sweet smile. She smiled as if she saw a 12 thoudand rupee demand draft stuck on my forehead.

She first enquired about my background and the course I would like to enrol myself into and stuff like that. She was pretty smart to pass on a form for me to fill up my contact details. I spoke to her for about an hour and at the end of my discussion she had convinced me that in four months from now I would be entering the gates of the top Business schools in India with an admission letter.

It seemed pretty simple in the beginning. All you have to study is Class ten mathematics and a good knowledge of verbal and analytical skills. "Is it all that simple ?" I asked myself but let the next four months answer this question.

I got my regular dose of class room coaching and study materials which ideally you are supposed ot do at home. Well I really felt like asking myself do you really wanna do it? I didnt have an answer as future was as uncertain as uncertainity could be.

I figured out that I had to battle it out against 2.5 lakh other people for the most coveted 1000 seats in the IIMs...What does an IIM give you....brand name...money...lifestyle...well although there is nothing more you could ask for in life...does it give you self satisfaction? does it do justice to the four years of Bachelor of Engineering honours in electrical and electronics from BITS pilani.....? Well form what I could see most people who choiose to do their MBA from the IIMs sacrifice their graduate degree and end up doing financial analysis and marketing.

Well I am not saying an MBA does not help you. well it does. If money and lifestyle are the only things that you want from an MBA from the IIMs...then there are hazaar ways of getting it....and MBA is not your destination. And what criteria are you tested on to enter into one of the top B schools in india...Simple math and English..and a GD and Personal interview...well thats not enough...

Once in class there was an instructor...himself an IIM -A Grad(pretty proud at that)...who put up a question to the students..."Why do you wanna do an MBA?"...not a soul had an answer..."Whats do u wanna do after you do ur MBA?"....same silence...well that moment...I realized a truth...I am working towards an aimless future....I am studying for an examination that would get me an admission into an IIM...but why do i wanna do it?...or what do I wanna do after that?...I seriously didnt have an idea. That was the time when I realised that 99% of the 2.5 lakh fools in this country had no answer.

a person who wishes to be a future leader...a person who wishes to transform the existing Indian society into an economically sustained developed country through entrepreneurial activity ...a person who has a dream in his mind...a vision...a person who would make india's name shine in the top conglomerates in the world...and one who is a wild animal will be tamed by the education at IIMs....his dream will take shape...he will gain a new perspective to achieve...that should be the kind of person applying for an MBA...

Now that I have realized I have started to dream...dream about what I want to do...whether or not I wanna do an MBA...and well honestly speaking I hope this self realization matures into a beautiful dream.

Well Asthma in....

yesterday evening when a truck went past me blowing every single speck of dust on the road onto my face, i knew....Asthma had to come soon...It didnt take tong before I had my first series of coughs...well i felt as though my lungs were dancing at satan's tunes...satan was happy...I knew nothing about what was happening to me...and what should be done...Apprehensions in my mind about consulting a doctor...the fear of him finding out my problems..

I went home and tried having something warm for my throat...i knew i had an asthme attack...and i did not have an inhaler...or rather havent used it so far..one of my friends said..try this..and u'llm be alright....the way a baba would offer dope to a guy who is craving for ecstacy...i took it from him...and he taught me how to use it...it was called asthalin...i took one puff of it...and my cough ceased..and I was feeling better..

The next day one of my friends told me to take another inhaler caller aerocort...im yet to try it...well humans are'nt only addicted to drugs...they are also to medicines...especially...nothing can save a dying asthmatics life more than a puff of Salbutamol...

Block...sometimes i feel like killing myself !

Well inspired by my favourite senior, I started blogging. Everytime I think of wrinting a blog, I end up in void space. Even this time I guess this is the fourth line I'm typing in a span of 20 minutes. Well, thats the block.

Every time I start writing, the very first thing that sucks up my time is the Title, or rather the subject of my blog. I dream about writing about my favourite topics like music that would trancend me from reality, how individual pieces of noise would combine to produce ethereal music, how I dream of cooking, my fantasies in the wee hours of midnight, my experiences in a remote village in Rajasthan called pilani, my treks, my travelling adventures, my idea of beauty, the thoughts in solitude, brain waves in romance, the conflicts in my mind, the BIG question on my future, my passions in life, the percieving the world through a pair of lenses, birdwatching (a great salim ali fan...?), my love for liquor, et al.

And then I'm caught in an ocean of topics where I struggle to choose one. And then when I'm done (Its almost an hour), I start typing. Then comes the guy who would rather kill me than stay with me...Mr. Block again.

And so I decided I give a tribute to Mr. Block...and hence the blog.

By the end of this blog I think now I know what to write and how to....

Thank you Mr. Block...Defeating you was a great challenge.

The Big Bang in bangalore

Its been three months here in bangalore. It is a wonderful place and the climate is awesome throughout the year. Come weekend and all party animals are out on the streets.

Ask anyone from Bangalore what they think about this city, and in all probability, the answer will be "the best city in the world". Everyone has a different reason to love this city, which leads India in technological and cultural development. Today it is the fastest growing city in Asia with a burgeoning population of nearly four million. It is a city for all seasons. Come any time of the year - Bangalore is beautiful. Take a stroll in evergreen Cubbon Park spread over an area of 500 acres dominated by the imposing granite building, the Vidhan Saudha, the public library, a childrens park and an aquarium are located here. Adjoining it are the government museum and the industrial and technological museum. Or take a leisurely walk around the Lal Bagh the 250-acre botanical gardens laid out by Hyder Ali and Tipu. Sultan over 200 years ago. Here a magnificent Victorian style glass house where flower shows are held twice a year, August and January.

The uniqueness of Bangalore can be attributed to the open minded progressive nature of its citizens. It is a true melting pot of different people, cultures, and languages. Bangalore is probably the only city in India in which you will hear Kannada spoken as much as Tamil or Telugu or Hindi. The city is also home to some of the most high tech industries in India. As a result of its cosmopolitan nature, Bangalore attracts people from all over India and is among the fastest growing cities in Asia.

Bangalore has a moderate climate throughout the year due to its elevation (1000m). It is also blessed with a large number of lakes and parks within the city. The nature loving citizens have planted many trees along the roads which has enabled the city to maintain its green looks despite its rapid expansion. Bangalore is therefore aptly called the "Garden City."


Its been three months and I've loved every moment spent here....