Thursday, June 21, 2007

Why is always silence misunderstood? It is as important as that of words or conversation. As some words may make feel happy, sad, angry, disagree, sympathy, caring, comfort, kill, torture, bring a laugh on face or even change the entire life or relationship. All these expressions can also be felt in silence.
As using right words at the right time is essential and conveys a lot of messages maintaining silence is also needed. Every word has a meaning the silence also has. The only art needed is to understand and use it appropriately. As said it is as important to cultivate your silence power as your word power.

Monday, June 11, 2007

The Monda Market


Vegetables are the prime ingredient for any cuisine. In search of these we happened to go to this famous market which was established more than 100 yrs ago and one of the biggest market in the city. This was established primarily to supply the needs of British military regiments.
Since it was a weekend the entire market was flooded with different vegetables like tomatoes, carrots potatoes and the list goes on.. Every little place in the market was occupied and market leaders were busy collecting and selling their valuable vegetables. Various business tactics were adopted to sell their goods. One among them (which I liked the most) was that, I could hear women singing the price of the vegetables to attract the customers. The tune and the music are really worth listening.
The market has small and narrow lanes and one can see all varieties and colorful fresh vegetables. The vendors are refreshed with a cup of coffee or tea. My eyes were stuck on the tea room; it was the smallest room that I had ever seen.
The most important thing I learnt was that these guys are not MBA students nor would have learnt any management skills but still does the business like an art. I and my sis enjoyed buying the vegetables in the biggest market of the city.

Friday, June 1, 2007

A day with my friends in Bangalore

It was a great feeling to go to Bangalore after nine months. The climate, people and the roads welcomed me there. Even though the beauty of the city is getting vanished, I still feel that there is something which always makes Bangalore a special place.
My friend Ms J (beauty with brains) with a smile was just waiting alone on those busy roads to pick me. Later I had a chance of staying in beautiful undisturbed NAL quartz where another most beautiful friend (who just missed Ms Bangalore title) stays. The entire night was spent by cherishing all old memories and gossips.
Morning was the D day for my friend since it was her wedding. She looked like she’s come down to earth to bless people with gold. This occasion was joined by my other good old friends (Mrs. A the most innocent lady on earth, Mrs. S stands for simple and quiet and Mrs. G my oldest and sweet friend). It made me remember the golden days of life (college days).
I had to leave Bangalore and all my friends the same day. But I had an opportunity of taking some gifts (sweet memories) back home.