Hmmm… Such a common answer for anything anybody asks for. The irony is the answer depends on how you nod your head.. Either a yes or a no! Now you may be going hmmm ‘cos am clueless so as what to blog on But then when I was doing that Hmmm thingy now, it just struck me that Mr.Laloo Yadav had declared(??!!!) the railway budget and am so surprised about the concessions he has come forward to offer the common man.. Now the common man’s turn to do the Hmmm.!!

Is this railway budget a boon or a fad? For me, as a frequent user of the Indian Railways, I came to know about the free monthly passes for the female students until their graduate level.. Adding to the daily commuters woes, there will be an extra crowd of the female chicks and plus their boyfriends who would want to travel with them or the local guys who would want to show off in front of the female crowd!! Hmmmm….. (Argh!!!!)

And yeah one more thing to go Hmmm on is that Mr.Laloo has announced that there ll be no more unmanned railway stations.. Yay!! And now that people need not have to do the Hmmmm before crossing the railway tracks exception being whenever they cross it overlooking the closed gates. Hmmm :P

I know that I ve been crappin enough for all you guys to go hmm… I also know hmmm… that its one of my worst posts.. But trust me, I ve been so very idle all these while that i ve been only doing Hmmm for every minute and finally the day long of Hmmmm ing has resulted in this (s)crap :P

Anyways thanks a lot for reading my post.. I hope it made you go Hmmm :)

Bang!!! Was the Bangalore Bloggers meet!!!

“Why the hell do I have to go to my office on an early Saturday morning… Sleep some more time Sand…” It was the little voice in my brain which spoke after my alarm rang at 7 AM..

But it was a very important day in my life as a Blogger and as a Microsoft intern.. cos I was co ordinating the meet on behalf of MS and also was excited to meet other bloggers at Bangalore..

 So, I got ready and was waiting for my cab. Cab came like 2 hours late!!! (WTF!!!!)… When I went to the office, it was totally deserted.. Poor me.. Only I had meetings and stuff on saturdays..

 So, I dragged myself into the office hoping I would have fun at the bloggers meet and so that my day was made up atleast that way. I went to one of the meeting rooms where I found rest of my team already waiting for me.. I sat down with them to discuss about the evening’s agenda and presentation stuff as I was presenting a session on Windows Live Writer.

 Once I entered the small meeting room which was occupied by my lead Deepak and a bunch of my team guys, I was ordered to show a demo to them. LOL.. I did not expect this. I was prepared for an impromptou session at the meet… Anyways I blurted out something in front of them which made them decide that I was ok for a first timer (for the session ;-) ).

By the time I realized, it was 3:45. I rushed to the other Microsoft building from the Signature building and half the way I realized I had forgotten my notebook. I came back and by the time I reached it was exactly 4 PM. (Finally made it on time)!

Anyways, as expected, the meet started only at 4:30 PM. By then there were 60 bloggers in the hall!! Anwin, the Bangalore Blogger and a part of IndiBlogger team gave the welcome speech, followed by Renie who gave a speech on Indiblogger. The fun part followed it through the Self Introduction of Bloggers. It was a melange of interests and totally a pot pourri of people sitting there. I also gave a self intro on the podium although am a Chennai blogger (for which I got a nasty comment of “GET OUT” wen I mentioned it. :-( ).

How much more interesting can an event get? Yes, it can at the Bloggers meet. The intros were followed by a game “How well do you know your reader?”.  That was great fun too. We had a small coffee break and the dinner was combined eventually taking advantage of the BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGG Break that the bloggers were taking.

I was forced to discontinue my animated conversation with a blogger by Renie :-( to present my Live Writer session. Anyways, I dun wish to elaborate on the session here as I had tough time handling the crowd and the questions (to be candid ;-) ). I loved it anyways.. Was an experience.. Then it was followed by a session given by LeadCap, who talked about leadership stuff.

Then, it was time to bid adieu. Business cards were exchanged, URLs were given.. Finally, we bade goodbye to all bloggers for giving us a fun time. Then again came the second fun part. It was already 10:15 by the time we packed up..

Then we went back to the signature building and had good chat for half an hour and then decided to have Ice creams at Corner House. I had an Almomd Fudge.. (After which I got this terrible tooth pain!! :-( ). It was 11:15 and am still at Indra Nagar and my home is at Basvangudi which is almost 12kms from that place. The worst part is that I ve a train at 6 AM the next day and I am yet to pack my stuff..

Anyways, the guys came forward to drop me in the cab and we had fun all the way chatting back to my home…

Over all, the Bangalore Bloggers meet was total fun and it was reallllly cool. I am looking forward for the Hyderabad meet on March 1st..

Thank you IndiBlogger for giving us an opportunity to work with you :-)

How Sandhya argued, fought and patched up with KG :-)

Yesterday (7th feb), dawned with a more sluggishness for me. Cos the previous night I had one of the biggest quarrels with one of my best friends Ashwin, whom we fondly call KG. If you are wondering what KG is, it has 2 significant meaning.

1. Its his initials.

2. He is a year younger than us but still he studies in our class. So he is like a Kinder Garden(KG) kid to us.. he he he :-)

Anyways, coming back to the fight part.. It all started when Vivek told me that KG was involved in a big time affair with one gal and that everyone in the gang knew it and that I was the last one to know. What made matters worse was everyone knew it 2 months back when I was away at Mumbai!!!

I really got wild and started blasting KG right away.. (But still he denies his affair (WTF???!?!!!!)) This led to a verbal duel over the SMS and went to an extent of spiltting up and subsequent I hate yous and stuff.. This went on till late night till KG slept I guess ‘cos after sometime it became an one sided conversation with only me blasting KG. LOL.. KG sleeps soon or atleast assumes to sleep when he faces a critical situation.. ;-)

I woke up and realized I had not got any regualr forwards from KG. I felt bad.. Really bad.. Maybe did I overreact?? Yes of course.. Come on! It was KG’s personal life and how can i even dictate him or take him for granted.. I thought I could ask him a sorry..

So I messaged him tellin I was really sorry for happened the previous night. He started tellin he never expected so sensitive words from me (pssstt… I over reacted and used all foul words :P ). He was making a big scene out of it when I asked sorry. Usually KG is a guy without any formalities. We have fought zillion times earlier and had patched up but this time KG told me “Even though I accept ur apologies, I wont behave normal with u”. I was shocked. I ll miss him. Wat do i do now? All my mistake… I should not have done it..

The solution came in the form of Radio City (91.1 FM). I was apparently traveling and was listening to radio on my mobile. Incidentally I was listentin to Radio City. They conduct this program called Breakfast with Chennai in the mornings and a part of that program is called CITY PANCHAYAT where u can express your emotions to someone over the radio Live!!!!

I immediately took my mobile and dialled the number they told.. Got the line immediately and the RJ picked up and I explained my situation. (Not on Air!!) He took KGs number from me to give him a surprise call and connect him with me on AIr thru the FM.

First, they called me to go on AIR and I spoke LIVE about why I fought and all stuff and that I am sorry about it. (KG dint know all these ;-) ). Then again after 5 mins I was connected with KG online and I asked him sorry. He was actually so emotionless… A$#H&*&.. The RJs themselves told that he ought to ve showed more emotions towards me who was so sweet to call on to a radio station and ask a sorry LIVE on AIR.. Trust me,KG talks a lot on SMS but when u call him, he is the most irritating guy to speak with. All he speaks is hmmm.. yeah..ok… He pisses off people like hell when they call him..

Anyways, KG messaged me after the show telling I was so sweet to ask him sorry in such a different way and to celebrate the re union we all went out today for lunch :-) .

Thank you Radio City.. Sorry KG once again.. Friends forever :-)

Will I Miss my College?

I was a newbee in 2004 at my college. Like any other migrant from school to college, I was also looking forward for the college life which is projected exaggeratedly on the sliver screen. But nothing of that sort works out here in Tamil Nadu esp if you land up in a Jeppiar run institution.. And I thank God that I am not in one of those institutions.


I realized that they treated us no better than a school student. I thought that if I wanna have fun, then its in my hands. I wanted to make full use of the college life. I started attending symposiums and culturals. I cared less about attending classes. While my other classmates were busy banging their heads onto the voluminous Engg. books, I was busy attending Quizzes and Dumb Cs :-). . There was no fest without me.


Slowly, I started becoming a well known gal in my college though thats not I wanted.. But luckily, I was projected as an all rounder as I managed to scrape through all my univ exams with a decent score although I was not the topper :P. For me marks are just numbers. U live your life once and U need to enjoy it to the fullest.


Third year saw me becoming the Microsoft Student Partner, something which I never even dreamt of becoming and I also got placed in Infosys, which I was sure of ;-). I was more than happy in my life. Freaking out, having fun, last min study for exams.. A typical engg student..For me, enjoying mattered the most. I cared less for assignments and tests. I hated lectures.. I always hung with boys. I dint want to be a normal girl, sitting in groups and giggling away all time. Yuck!


Final year came and it promoted me to becoming an intern/influencer at Microsoft which was the most least thing I would ve expected in my life. I was all through my life an aimless gal taking life as it came. But now, am an influencer at Microsoft!!! I have now responsibilities to shoulder. Lots of them.


I look back at the time where I used to have pure fun at college.. Now, going to college has become a rarity. Last bench was my place. Now, when I go to college, my seat is occupied by someone else!! (WTF!!! Its my seat!!!).. But I am still having fun whenever I go to college ‘cos its only 3 months and after which I would be bidding adieu to my student life.


I really would miss all my classmates and fun that I had in my college :'(. Psssst.. I wont miss my staff! They tortured me with tests ;-)

Another of Vishnu’s questions :-)

KIDS!!!!!!! That one word turns me on… I love them hell a lot.. And this article is about one of the most hilarious incidents that happened wen my cousin Vishnu was visiting us..

It was a warm July night… Not to mention it was the vacation time in the middle east and the US! And of course not to forget that the academic calendar has just begun in India…

So.. That meant frolic for kids n students in US n Middle east n frustration for the kids n students in India..

Vishnu, my 7 year old cousin, landed in India on one warm July night…. I would say that he is a child prodigy with a budding talent of a great singer within him.. It also happened to be that time where my 17 yr old cousin from Dubai was also down here… So it was kinda family reunion after a long time…

Vishnu had this habit of being told a bedtime story every night… Vishnu always liked interactive stories where he liked to guess the upcoming part of the story…

So one night it was the turn of one of my uncle to tell him a story.. He finally decided to tell him a Akbar n Birbal story and to conclude how witty birbal was… So he started the story telling.. And since visnhu was a US bred kid, my uncle decided to tell the story in Tamil as everyone wanted VIshnus Tamil skills to improve…

“Ahem Ahem….”, my uncle cleared his throat. “Once there lived a mighty king called Akbar… He was a very famous and powerful king….”, continued my uncle (in Tamil of course..). “He had nine ministers in his court called Navratnas.. Among them Birbal was a pulavar..” Upon stumbling upon a word which was quite strong in tamil to Vishnu such as PULAVAR, he decided to explain wat it is to him.. He asked VIshnu, “Unshu baby, do you know wat a PULAVAR means??”.. Vishnu nodded his head in enthusiasm that he knew the word. He told “I know perippa”..

We were all surprised by the fact that Vishnu knew this word.. SO we wanted to hear from him the meaning.. So my uncle told “Good baby, tell me what does it mean”….

Vishnu sat up in the bed and was kinda so brimmed up with enthusiasm as he felt that he was the center of attention in explaining a word he knew.. He put on a serious face and started to explain. We all leaned forward expecting him to tell the exact meaning of the word…

But BINGO… we had a surprise…

Vishnu continued with his explanation ” U know perippa?? Wen we travel for loong distances like from LA to Fremont, and we get tired of driving and u need to stop somewhere on the roadside for eating and taking rest, thats called PULAVAR!!!”

We couldnt help laughing.. What he actually meant was a PULLOVER!! We had a nice laughter until our tummies hurt… Vishnu asked innocently” Oh!!! Was i wrong????”, on seeing our expressions…

My uncle immediately told him that he was not wrong and he was right and just that he changed languages.. And then explained him the meaning of PULAVAR which means poet/scholar.. Vishnu just grinned and thus continued the story telling for him..

Still we couldnt forget that incident where we kept laughing and discussing abt it during most of his stay!!!

The above incident is an example of how much kids observe these days and how they imply their observation…..


If we are truly free, why have we to adhere to the 75% attendance rule in colleges or stand up for the national anthem??

So, we all read in school about how our country is democratic, right? And we mention it on every Independence Day, Republic Day and all other conceivable occasions. And we all hold our right to freedom of speech and expression so dear to us, and we all stand up for the national anthem before the movie starts (although some of us, like me, do it rather reluctantly!), right?
Dude, we already know all that. Why are you writing about it? I am sure that is the thought racing through your minds right now. Well, my point is not a very simple one, and I don’t expect too many people to understand it. But here it goes.

Our forefathers (the supposedly great but highly misled and sadomasochistic Gandhi among them), created this nation with the very noble ideas of Liberty and Equality. But these people also framed a law stating that any disrespect shown to the national flag, or anthem and other such symbols of a pseudo democracy, is a punishable offence!
Now I ask, is this not a contradiction? If all men are created equal, and if all have the right to say what they want, why can’t a citizen disagree with the ideal of the very nation he lives in? (I’m not saying that we piss on the flag and do other such vile, obscene things; that certainly is disrespect) I raise a simple issue if I live as a free man in a free country, why am I being forced to stand up to a song that I feel is intrinsically wrong? This is not just hypocrisy, this is deep-rooted wickedness. And ours is not the only nation that’s suffering!

As strange as it may seem, I really don’t identify with nationalism, because I believe all men are the same. Why differentiate between men? Why have borders? True, people who have common culture can have the freedom to stay together if they want to, but why have rigid borders and differences on the basis of race and nationality? Or sex for that matter (no silly, not how frequently, but male or female!)?

The truth is that the priests, politicians and religious leaders want to crush your individuality! They impose all these borders and rules on you to stop you from thinking independently, from living as you want! Of course, they do all this under the garb of culture, political revolution and religion, and yes, through education. Consider this if we are truly free, why have we to adhere to the 75% attendance rule in colleges? Undoubtedly, it is the silliest rule I have seen! If I think I gain nothing from attending a particular lecture, why should I waste my time?

The point, I state again, is that we have unconsciously surrendered our lives to these pathetic morons! The goal of society is merely to create a herd, because a herd has no individuality. Animals move in herds! And all this is being done to curb your freedom. Just look at all that your politicians are saying and your priests as well. Look into it deeply and you will find that they are all out to crush your individuality.

This is not just a time pass article… This is a call to revolution against those very forces that have been oppressing us!
I know most people won’t really understand all that I have written, but if my words can create a spark in you, I shall consider myself a success. And if that spark does come, don’t thank me, thank God or Allah or Bhagwan or whatever you call this existence. May all be blessed!


Instructions to open a book:

1. First take the book.
2. Next keep it in such a way that the bound edge is to the left.




Just open the last page to get into a whole new interesting world… The world which I ve rightly named as DOODLES WORLD!!!!!

Now the last page of a notebook can say a lot about its owner.. If ur last page is empty or if u think doodling in the last page spoils the beauty of ur Chak-a-Chak white book..Then stop!!! Turn the page.. This article is not for you..

On the other hand if u are a typical student like me then read on. Who else better than us would understand the potential of back pages?? It helps us realize our talents. Here.. I am referring to calligraphers and cartoonists.. From fashion designing to profiles.. from writing names in different fonts to checking ambidextrosity …to err practicing forgery… And of course not to forget the caricatures of our beloved profs…
So next time the talent hunt is on…You know where to begin…

Apart from time pass, our back pages serve as our handy dandy telephone diary. We’ll need to call our friends to ask her/him to clarify doubts or to copy down homework sums)U were busy doodling in the class remember!!!!). So along with calligraphy and the cartoons goes the encircled telephone number. (The fact where you wrote is immaterial.)

Another rule\funda that we follow in back pages is FILL UP EVERY SPACE TILL THERE IS NO PLACE!!! A careful study of back pages shows the existence of conversational writings. A few torn ends indicate the same is used for note passing!!

There are innumerable other uses also.. To mention a few (i) TIC TAC TOE, (ii) HOLLYWOOD,
(iii)HANGMAN (Need more explanation?? Then you are the worlds greatest nerd), (iv) Check whether your pen is working by writing on the last or blot ink pens, (v) Math formulae….Last minute revision??? Just flip to the last page.. (vi) Rough Calculations

The last page gets filled with all this and more and becomes a memoir later. A memoir, which can be looked through and remembered like the fossile of life. More to doodle and not enough space?? Don’t Worry… There ll be more notebooks and more backpages…


Stumped! Vishnu’s perception of Google and Microsoft :-)

I love kids! Kids are like de-stressers for me. I love enjoying the way they ask questions and their inquisitiveness. The kid who is my best friend is my 7 year old cousin Vishnu who lives at Fremont, CA.

In my last post, you could ve seen a story written by Vishnu.

image2149.jpg Vishnu is a tech savvy kid. He has his own gmail id on gtalk and has his own PC with protected Internet access only to a couple of games site.

He always logs in to gtalk from his id on weekends and other holidays. When he sees me online, he pings me and we both have long chats about Games , Science experiments, pulling each other’s legs and what not..

So that day, I was pinged by Unshu (as I fondly call him) on gtalk and we were talking about games and stuff.. When it struck me.. I asked him, “Hey Unshu, What do u wanna become when you grow up?” Unshu replied, “I wanna be a game developer!!!”

There was no hesitation. There was no pause. When I was a kid, Computers were never heard of as a household item as it is now. Internet was a dream :-) ..

Thats not all.. He shot back questions at me, which i present you as a conversation.

Vishnu: Hey Sandhya, Can I ask you something?

Me: Sure Unshu!

Vishnu: Appa told me that you ll work for Microsoft. IS that true?

Me: Not sure Vishnu! I am interning there. Maybe yes, maybe no.

Vishnu: Oh! Then shall I tell you something which I feel?

Me: Sure Unsh! Go ahead..

Vishnu: Amma works for Google.. SO you better work for Microsoft. Because according to me, Google cannot run without Microsoft.

At that moment, I was dumb struck! How much have these kids been influenced by technologies.

I continued asking him why?

Vishnu: Oh yeah! You dont know? Microsoft has this Windows Stuff on only which Gtalk or google search can run. Moreover Google has only Google talk, Google mail and Google Earth but Microsoft has this whole big Windows and so many programming stuff.

I was totally totally shocked! How much kids these days know? I knew Windows only when I was around 14 or so. But Vishnu already knows to differentiate between Google and Microsoft… Ha ha ha.. He knows that both the companies are rivals already.. And I explained to him the various services offered by Google and Microsoft and he was really happy to know that there was Google Mars and Google Moon.. Ha ha ha..

I guess he ll become a game developer at Microsoft developing Games for X BOX nth version which comes out when he is a developer 15 years later :-)

All the best Unshu for ur game developing future!!!

Vishnu’s Story!

The Story below was written by cousin Vishnu, who lives at Fremont, California and is 7 years old. I was just amazed at the way he has written the story.. I just wanted to share his story with the world. The story is based on his real life project of collecting and re-cycling plastic bottles. It has a message. It sure can be implemented in our country. Congrats Unshu! I love you so much :-*



Once there lived a boy. His name was Donny and he was 7 years old. He lived in Fremont, California and went to Dragon Elementary school. He had a little brother and he lived in his house with his mom and dad. Donny loved to read, you give him anything readable, he will read it.


One day he found a plastic bottle on the ground. He started to read the label. It said on the label, CA CRV. Then, he asked his mom, “Mommy, what does CA CRV mean?” His mom said, “Well, Donny, CA CRV means California Cash Redemption Value, which means if you give these bottles the recycle center you will get money. You can even give it to your school. Your school will recycle it and get money to go on field trips!” Donny said, “Mommy I want to start collecting bottles”. Mommy said, “Okay Donny!”<!–[endif]–>


Next day, Donny went to some houses nearby and told twenty people about his project for school and gave them bags to collect bottles. He asked them for ten bottles each week. After a week he went to their houses and each house gave him ten bottles at the least. He got two hundred bottles. He said to himself “If I go to twenty houses for 5 weeks, I will get one thousand bottles.” So the next week he went to the same houses and they all gave him bottles. He counted his bottles and he got 400 bottles this week. “Wow!” said Donny.

“Now I just need 400 more and I will have one thousand bottles!” The next week Donny went to his mom’s company and asked twenty of his mom’s friends to him bottles. A week later he got lots of bottles. He counted his bottles, there were 400 bottles. “Yippee! I have one thousand bottles!” said Donny. Then Donny asked his mom, “Mommy, how much money is 1,000 bottles?” His mom used the calculator and said, “1000 X 0.05, that is $50”. Donny was very happy and he screamed, “I have $50, I want to get two thousand bottles now.”


He then went to his dad’s company and he got 100 bottles. Also his classmates collected bottles for the school. He collected from all those houses in the neighborhood every week using a wagon, his mom brought him bottles from her office friends and he kept getting more and more. He loved counting the bottles with his brother and family. They crushed them with their feet to so it will take less space to store. It was lot of fun every week. Donny and his mom went to recycle center and gave the bottles and got money for the bottles each week. One day, he called his grandma in Brazil and asked her to collect bottles for his school project. His grandma said, “Yes dear, I will surely do it for you! It is a great project, good job.”


His grandma asked everyone is San Paolo to collect bottles. Everybody gave her lots of bottles. She counted the bottles and they were 600 bottles. She called Donny and told him she got 600 bottles. Donny asked his grandma to Fed Ex it to him. The bottles went to a Fed Ex truck, then to the airport and there was DHL plane was taking it to CA. On the way there was a tornado. It struck right on the plane and the pilot turned off the engine thinking the plane will come down. Instead the tornado took the plane all the way from the Pacific Ocean to Fremont, California, right to the front of Donny’s house. Donny was so very excited.

A plane landing in your house does not happen every day. News reporters came there to cover this story. Many reporters came and they took a lot of pictures. They asked Donny questions – “Why are the bottles here?” Donny said, “I am doing a project for my school and my grandma sent these bottles for me.” Then the next reporter asked him, “What did you gain out of this project Donny?” “I learnt that recycling is good the environment and I raised money for my school from CA CRV.” Another reporter asked, “What’s next Donny?” Donny said, “Well, I want to do this project for my college funds”. “Okay wow!! We can try our best to ask every company in CA to give you bottles through our news. Our news will come on TV at 5pm.” Donny turned on the TV. They showed how the plane landed and how Donny spoke. A little later the plane left.

 He waited for a week and a Fed Ex truck got him thousands and thousands of bottles. He got enough bottles for his college fund. Donny grew up and went to college. He became a Bottle Millionaire because he started a recycling business. He has a message now, “It is good to recycle, but best is to Use Less. Do not make it useless.”