tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84900173278332908952023-06-20T19:32:09.430+05:30Ridiculously Correct.Please don't search for any kind of information which might be useful for you. If you are redirected to this blog by G***le, then Congrats!! you have found a bug in the great search engine.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-89088816156435013632009-02-27T13:57:00.002+05:302009-02-27T14:22:10.163+05:30What happened In the new flying bridge.Near Padi Railway station, a new over bridge was opened a week before for reducing traffic after a year long construction cycle. A friend of mine who lives near thirumullaivoyal had to go to <a href="http://seekmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/vadapalani-to-coimbedu.html">coimbedu</a>, he should have used the regular path to go instead he was eager to go on the new bridge. So he just started to climb the bridge with his bike packing him on its back. The structure of the bridge was like an octopus, a ring like structure in middle and arms extending every side.<br />After moving to the top he seemed to have stumbled, he missed the correct path and went a circle around the ring.After that he just took one of the arms to slide down the bridge.With an hope that it was the correct path he was just following the road for around 3 miles.Then he stopped as he realised that it is the wrong path.<br />Adding to this he didn't used that lane before,So he asked a person for a proper way, again it ended up as wrong route. Then he started to take the reverse and came back to the same junction and this time he used the usual lane. May be Look before you leap would suite for him I think, Whatever...Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-86725430080721398522009-02-27T13:28:00.002+05:302009-02-27T13:41:32.158+05:30Stop spitting in Road please!!!!A decently dressed guy with a briefcase in hand,actually no one would expect such a person to show such an behaviour in a public place.This happened yesterday around 2.00 PM noon.I was returning to my home after meeting our project guide in college.It was a public transport(locally called MTC bus).I was lucky as I got a seat.There was that person two seats before me.<br />The bus almost crossed 6 miles, after that he started spitting through the window, all along the road he continued this act until he alighted,in an interval of 10 or fifteen minutes.<br />This was really disgusting as for as me concerned.Every peg of saliva mixed with some stuff(that gave it a reddish brown colour)that he laid was like the dump of a flock of birds.I suppose even birds won't do such an act anyway.<br />In India,I don't think there are any laws or rules to stop this, but I have heard of being penalised for doing such nuisance at public places in various other part of the world.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-39912395797499523702008-12-06T20:19:00.000+05:302008-12-06T20:19:00.687+05:30Thought being messaged.A friend of mine started a new series of messages named as thoughts. Daily he used to send at least one message in this series apart from those usual forward messages. Most of the times his messages take the form of questions for which he might have expected an answer as reply probably. Also the messages seem to have some complicated structure depicting that it was being framed seriously. I hope of sending a reply at least after putting a message card in my mobile phone.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-84658221466412343892008-12-05T00:28:00.001+05:302008-12-05T16:52:17.044+05:30Old people like to be recognized.Not all people in this world live longer, due to various reasons. But some do, it is obvious that they show childish behavior as they grew old. This would have been inferred by most of us.<br />I happened to meet a good old grandma this morning. I went to their home where she lives with her daughter’s family to give something that my mom told to me. This family moved to our area only months before and to say they are really nice people.<br />This was my first visit, so she led me to see around their new home. After that she started to speak about, her own life right from beginning. I started to think that I was caught. But it was a surprise to me that she spoke so frankly about all those things that took place in her own life, without any kind of hesitation. It went for two hours, in the mean time we (me and granny) were given coffee two times by her daughter (aunt).<br />When it winds up aunt asked me whether I was bored by granny, she also added that the granny use to talk a lot like that. This bit of information made me realize the real thing behind. It is not the information that she shares with me matters, she just want someone to talk to, to say what her experience are. Since I always tried to be a listener, I am happy that she got someone today, who listens to her keenly.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-62967897254917302692008-11-29T07:32:00.000+05:302008-12-05T16:49:45.989+05:30A lot happened here..Such a gap for around two months is really a bit long period to accept myself as a bad blogger. Of course there are reasons behind this; anyway I hope this won’t happen again. This post is to solve two issues. Firstly to break the gap in blogging and as a start to continue with many more posts describing new things that happen around me. I have also planned to write about other things also, specifically about various accessories that we use normally.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-89787515037078669232008-08-26T20:54:00.001+05:302008-12-05T16:18:46.340+05:30Defending oneself.I would like to share about behavior( in my aspects). The role of an individual as a defender starts right from the womb.He forcibly gets his survival needs(nutrients and food)from mother, this act continues through out the life, because there is a need to defend in some way or the other to get a thing for which many compete. <br />As said Charity begins at home, everything starts focused on personal needs at least till they are either fulfilled or suppressed(controlled). In both the case there is a purpose to defend, if it is to be fulfilled then there is a need to defend the external barriers that avoid the need from being fulfilled. Otherwise there is a need to defend mental constraints that invoke the desire towards the need. Thus it is the defender's(oneself) option to choose.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-6441029991469480772008-08-17T04:14:00.001+05:302008-12-05T16:27:05.061+05:30What does OLLG stands for?My friends asked me this question after visiting my online profiles. This is just a name I choose as nick name, in blogging and most of my online accounts. I’m don't think it resemble or refers anybody else.<br /><br />To define how I came out with this name. It's mere co-incidence. When I started an Neopets( online community) account, my pet wants a name and I thought a name as HISAS. Similarly this name strikes my mind when I was asked for a user name in a PTC site. After words I was grabbed by that name and started using the same every where.<br /><br />Maybe this is not an interesting reason to share, don’t mind. I don't want anyone to think like "What does OLLG stands for?".Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-5774416990506655452008-08-15T03:48:00.000+05:302008-08-15T15:21:57.420+05:30Vadapalani to coimbedu...It is just a distance of around 3 Km from Vadapalani bus stop to Coimbedu. Yesterday after Mr.Venkatachalam dropped me in Alwarthirunagar bus stop, this whole story get started.<br /><br />I had to go to Thirumangalam where Mr.Prasad was waiting for me, i got into the next bus that goes to Vadapalani. From Vadapalani bus stop I started to walk to the place where the buses to Coimbedu will stop.<br /><br />While walking I found a bus, that comes out of vadapalani bus stand, crossing me with a board showing Vadapalani to Coimbedu. So it is going to Coimbedu as it should, I ran and caught the bus at nearby signal, Also I got a seat to mention.<br /><br />I got a pass so i didn't ask for a ticket( If I did it might have helped me).The bus started moving towards T.Nagar and thought that it would go through T.Nagar, but that's not the case happening then.<br /><br />Actually the bus was going to T.Nagar(with a wrong board in back), when I realise this fact I was alighted in T.Nagar bus stand around 10 Km away from vadapalani itself.<br /><br />Now it's time to return, So I got into a bus that goes to Ambattur as the both boards of the bus claims. It goes by Thirumangalam only. It was around 5.30 when the bus left me at Thirumangalam, still the return was quiite a fast travel.<br /><br />For a 3 Km journey, I traveled around 20 Kms quite long and time consuming, It should have drained my pocket if i didn't had that Rs.600 pass.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-73142567834745056612008-08-09T07:36:00.000+05:302008-08-09T12:46:40.377+05:30Meeting the difference...Today early morning, in that same bus i used to move out to my college, I got my eyes on the same conductor who's actions indeed made me think a lot and scribble a post in my blog about <a href="http://seekmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/anger-epidemic-viralfactor.html">anger</a>. But this to my surprise everything went smoothly.<br /><br />As I was stretching my arm with the pass , so that he could well before see it without asking me or even turning to my face.<br /><br />Yes, sometimes each and everything becomes a hard nut to crack but on another day it becomes easier than ever. This makes me feel I have part to play in making things happening to me harder or like later one.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-66305836696822622882008-07-30T09:39:00.000+05:302008-08-08T12:33:25.631+05:30Part of play between life and death<div>Ya I feel this title would suit this subject. Exactly two days seven hours and 10 minutes, Cute little lady gave birth to four young ones in a space selected precisely by her(within a cement ring).<br /><br />Nothing confusing I hope so.She is own of our pet, Bablu as we call it.This was not her first delivery though.<br /><br />Regarding the new arrivals to my home, Obviuosly all are of same colour as the mother except one which is differently, brown in colour while its mother is full shiny black.</div><br /><div>Last time there were five of them in which only one got a good place as it was male,My uncle and family in their visit to our house picked him and now he is doing really good.But the other four guys, they were in our home for around 6 months, after which we realised that no one is willing to have them in their house as pets. So we unwittingly took them to leave at Blue Cross in velachery.<br /><br />Bablu was a staut and dwarf creature which was told as belonging to spitz genre in dogs.Unlike the usual saying that dogs wont allow anyone to reachout its little ones, but she does allow us to take them in hands, If we started moving with them in hands she follows us with an eye on her kid (even into the rooms).<br /></div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div>Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-7789176870412310142008-07-24T07:27:00.000+05:302008-08-07T12:51:51.948+05:30Anger an epidemic viral...factorIt just happened today morning,when i was pulled into my usual routine.Everything started smoothly to say .I got the usual bus to my college ,but here the conductor who seems a little bit tensed came behind me and stretched his bare hands as a sign of requesting money for giving ticket.<br /><br />As I got a bus pass i showed him, after seeing it he criticised me that<br /><br />I should have told him that before instead of working in my mobile<br /><br />ya here comes the scene,this statement with a taste of rudeness in it spreaded like an virus left freely into human blood. I think i was considered as the next vector for this virus ,because as i got scolded I will be feeling like an under-stimulated bot, Inorder to hide it from being exposed I should afford the need of anger, to make myself rude.Thus if this had happened i just imagine that the anger I worn will be spreaded to others also by me for that whole day or untill it survives.<br /><br />Fortunately i accepted that scold with a bleak smile at him, as if I was responsible for that and thereby i am not its vector any more. But still as the words being spilled by him attacks the co passengers in that, I am able to see rapid mood change of the driver who was claimed to be silent started spilling the same anger (by rude words like the conductor) on a woman who get into the bus slowly.<br /><br />May be he might have got the idea of supporting his collegue (conductor), otherwise he should be short tempered, whatever.<br /><br />As I grasp the entire situation.This meek and invisible characteristic and delibrately owned by living things faces me like a virus which is parasitic in nature and can survive only within any living material.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-16534482529830529822008-05-13T18:50:00.000+05:302008-07-24T20:51:05.420+05:30A battle for lifeIts around 8 pm yesterday.As I was submerged into the deep web 1.0 ocean, suddenly my sis entered my room with urge to say<br /><br /> "bro snake inside our house".<br /><br />My dad who was lying down was running before me when i started out of my room.I went outside and saw our dog sniping at the drench near the stairs.She saw a serpant crossing the lobby.<br /><br />Now Mr. x i.e snake had two options, firstly it should stay inside that hole of mice or it should take the safe underground route to escape from our house.<br /><br />But later choice was not acknowledged by that little pathetic creature though it should have escaped from the vicious hands of humans (us) at least for then. <br /><br />Usually Mr.x is allergic to smoke, so we (dad and myself) started firing some green leaves with sticks (green leaves bring more smoke basically) with an intension to bring it out if it was staying , After 5 minutes I concluded that it should have taken the second option and escaped out,I should confess why i end up with an conclusion with in 5 minutes? because i was seriously chatting(quibbling) with two of my friends online.But my dad who knows more about Mr.x's behavior by experience, waited out there for 20 minutes.<br /><br />Another call from my sis saying that<br /><br /> "dad is calling"<br /><br />raised me, he pointing a pile of bricks said that Mr.x had gone into it, according to him Mr.x was around 4 feet long with 5 cm dia, but i didn't saw him so out of curiosity I went near the bricks and saw only the tail which was some what brownish glittering in dim street light.<br /><br />Again I made a wrong guess that it is a sorry i don't get its name in English right now, also i planned to kill it.<br /><br />Small justification feel will do here as I feel so<br /><br />"I don't disturb any living thing until it disturbs me any living thing which i care or which is under my cover(its my dad's policy inherited basically)".<br /><br />Mr.x though a snake if it was found outside of my house i should have let it go or else if it was small enough, I would have got that live and left it away,but Mr.x is big and it can remember and return to our house if let go,this really a great threat not only to us but to the two smart guys guarding our home .<br /><br />I don't feel good about writing how we killed that small helpless creature, because i regret it personally. There was no place for braveness here as I was not encouraging killing animals,but still this should be done and was done so .<br /><br />This entire mess ended at 9.30 pm approximately.We went to sleep by late 10.Not a good ending for that small pathetic guy,he should have taken that second option though.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-81723862500510302112008-05-10T19:34:00.000+05:302008-07-24T20:17:48.078+05:30Meet my masterThat is our Numerical methods lecturer,who always wants her students to be really really listening, which happens occasionally.Fortunately there is another inspiration that drives her,all her pupil should clear her, that too with myself being one of her student.<br /><br />Only thing which shouldn't be even accidentally done by us is asking even a simple doubt, as this act would seem to her that someone listens her class and provokes her to say the same procedure which was already five times repeated again as loud that it should make the principal in the ground floor to infer that she is teaching in third floor.<br /><br />With all such appraisals, its really amazing how she managed us to make everyone of us clear that formulated paper. I think she deserves more than a post especially from me.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-10262414735460099232008-04-06T20:18:00.000+05:302008-07-24T20:30:56.010+05:30Boy holding fish pole..have eye over the line.Calculating the printouts being given doesn't make sense as there can be a rate of printing wrongly even for a laser printer may be in meek values but still, think about using what you got now and try all possibilities until succession, don't ever loose your eyes out of searching the opportunities, as the line gives the signal that the pole wire is being disturbed, the outcome will be a muscot or a plankton.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-24737775931014029292008-04-05T19:58:00.000+05:302008-07-24T20:13:27.025+05:30There is a will to find way ...Search my desktop, and my wallet, and my diary, even that almost filled trash bin.Only thing that don't reveal itself is truthfulness. It takes its form which no where relates to fairness among a social community.<br />Digital technology seems decorating this world with multi dimensional developments like rockets, space shuttles and space station.<br />This increases the micro view for men on every thing except his own heart.Building muscles give power,similarly creating righteousness among work done brings soul corrective power which gives stability during situations that test his mental activeness and side of orientation.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490017327833290895.post-12847197187417803062008-04-04T09:26:00.000+05:302008-07-24T20:16:48.191+05:30Anger seems a epidemic viral factorEvery thing was normal today getting up early,started out to college correctly but the ticket distributor seems to be off minded, he came behind my seat, I turned to him by hearing his call for buying ticket and told him that i have the pass, He responded<br /><br />"Wont you show that early,very busy with your cell phone ah?"<br /><br />this seems very unpleasant to hear early morning,this incident not only attacks my mood but also the driver seemed distorted as he too scolded the women who slowly got into the bus at the next stop.<br /><br />This anger, when distributed by an individual attacks all those who were really short tempered,which would then pass for the whole day like a spam mail getting forwarded to every contacts in each address book it affects.<br /><br />As i feel really enthralled to give my cure for such sudden attack ,try not to help yourself in gaining power in a public arena where everyone says bad if you are down.This infectious factor (anger) seem to destroy the cultivable minds for various reasons.<br /><br />Simply say a sorry to the one who spreads anger to become immune to this or else you are the next patient seriously and practice two magic keys "thanks" and "please" every time as you converse,they can open any blocks for you freely.Ollghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01240744868693255271noreply@blogger.com0