Football.
Insurance job.
'Parentless' family.
Confused gender friends.
Long distant relationships
Manual Cars.
Difficult branch.
Headquarter branch.
Midfielder post.
Week in Weekend out Roadshows.
Married and to be married men and women.
It seems l like it glorious.
Visiting Mona Lisa.
Climbed Arch -l'triumphe
Eiffel Tower.
Prizes and Luxuries.
Found back old long lost relation.
Centre of Attention.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
What is this place worth to you?
There's a belief and song that we've gotten ourselves where we are today because we've pulled together, some of us in the middle rungs, others from the lower rungs.
Pressed, pushed, cajoled, peeved sometimes at what we've had to go through, never satisfied 100 per cent with the rewards, envious of those who have received more, and often ignorant of those below us who've needed much more.
This is who we are.
But look for a moment at where we stand; where we came from; and how we got to where we are.Could you or I have set the direction- turned swampland into industrial parks, schools and housing estates; a naval outpost into a leisure playground that's soon to host an integrated resort and spawn thousands of jobs; a port that rivals and and every other facility in the world; an airline that is well known in Moscow as it is in the Maluku Islands.
It takes some doing by people with fresh and brilliant minds; geeks and nerds who calculate traffic flow with such precision that a green wave that gets you from Orchard Road to Raffles City becomes an accepted and unappreciated right; someone so fastidious that street hawkers were re-sited to food centres years ago to save us from diarrhoea and dysentry.
We are affected daily by their handiwork, from the time we turn on the tap to brush our teeth with water that's the envy of the developed world and all of the developing world who live with brownouts and standpipes that is makes you near dead.
Yes, some get angry too: that tax demands are on time; that a nod and a wink and a fistful of dollars will not jump you adead of the queue for an HDB flat; that officials can be so punctiliousin the way they carry out their functions.
We have a system that works- some will argue too efficiently and sometimes lacking in warmth and compassion. But it is the envy of many.
Who are the people behind his place we live in? One that's provided a sense of belonging; that you often love to hate and even hate to love on those ocassions when things don't go your way.
It's your Government, your Prime Minister and his Cabinet; it's your civil servants, who sometimes appear to think as much how much more they can tax, as they do about how they can give you a neighbourhood green lung to chill.
We operate in a society that is often unaware of the faceless civil servants who have helped make this place more livable; or which ignores the difficulties of the politician selling a tough decision which, at the end of the day, has kept this country alfoat despite regional economic contagion, bird flu and the impact of loving in a sometimes a prickly neighbourhood.
How much is that worth to you?
How much is it worth to be able to live in the relative comfort of our own home, to enjoy the security of your environment, to worship freely in your temple? How much do you value the strength of your dollar, the recognition the Singapoer brand names has, the quality of your Government?
Paying and obeying to our politician and civil servant more is not going to put a bigger dent in your wallet and pride.It is a continuing act of faith.
Faith in a government, in those at its helm and in those who carry out its work, to bring this country forward and to improve the well-being of Singaporeans. And we trust that the faith we place by acccepting the need for upward salary adjustments is not going to be misplaced.
And I somehow cant totally agree with video clip found against our highly criticized leader on this website.
http://www.sheepcitytv.com/
Enjoy...
Pressed, pushed, cajoled, peeved sometimes at what we've had to go through, never satisfied 100 per cent with the rewards, envious of those who have received more, and often ignorant of those below us who've needed much more.
This is who we are.
But look for a moment at where we stand; where we came from; and how we got to where we are.Could you or I have set the direction- turned swampland into industrial parks, schools and housing estates; a naval outpost into a leisure playground that's soon to host an integrated resort and spawn thousands of jobs; a port that rivals and and every other facility in the world; an airline that is well known in Moscow as it is in the Maluku Islands.
It takes some doing by people with fresh and brilliant minds; geeks and nerds who calculate traffic flow with such precision that a green wave that gets you from Orchard Road to Raffles City becomes an accepted and unappreciated right; someone so fastidious that street hawkers were re-sited to food centres years ago to save us from diarrhoea and dysentry.
We are affected daily by their handiwork, from the time we turn on the tap to brush our teeth with water that's the envy of the developed world and all of the developing world who live with brownouts and standpipes that is makes you near dead.
Yes, some get angry too: that tax demands are on time; that a nod and a wink and a fistful of dollars will not jump you adead of the queue for an HDB flat; that officials can be so punctiliousin the way they carry out their functions.
We have a system that works- some will argue too efficiently and sometimes lacking in warmth and compassion. But it is the envy of many.
Who are the people behind his place we live in? One that's provided a sense of belonging; that you often love to hate and even hate to love on those ocassions when things don't go your way.
It's your Government, your Prime Minister and his Cabinet; it's your civil servants, who sometimes appear to think as much how much more they can tax, as they do about how they can give you a neighbourhood green lung to chill.
We operate in a society that is often unaware of the faceless civil servants who have helped make this place more livable; or which ignores the difficulties of the politician selling a tough decision which, at the end of the day, has kept this country alfoat despite regional economic contagion, bird flu and the impact of loving in a sometimes a prickly neighbourhood.
How much is that worth to you?
How much is it worth to be able to live in the relative comfort of our own home, to enjoy the security of your environment, to worship freely in your temple? How much do you value the strength of your dollar, the recognition the Singapoer brand names has, the quality of your Government?
Paying and obeying to our politician and civil servant more is not going to put a bigger dent in your wallet and pride.It is a continuing act of faith.
Faith in a government, in those at its helm and in those who carry out its work, to bring this country forward and to improve the well-being of Singaporeans. And we trust that the faith we place by acccepting the need for upward salary adjustments is not going to be misplaced.
And I somehow cant totally agree with video clip found against our highly criticized leader on this website.
http://www.sheepcitytv.com/
Enjoy...
Fear is your foe
When we're down, we turn to friends. But hearing solutions on individual perspectives has its downsides. How many time have you heard a friend saying "oh he..he's always like that, just ignore him" Ignorance is a bliss if the matter ignores you as well.
I've come across some good sources that has made me see much clearer picture and clear paradigms of problems as dead end but view it as challenges.
I've come across some good sources that has made me see much clearer picture and clear paradigms of problems as dead end but view it as challenges.
'One ought never to turn one's back on a threatened danger
and try to run away from it.
If you do that yuo will double the danger.
But if you meet it promptly and without flinching
you reduce the danger by half.
Never run away from anything!'
By Winston Churchill
I know that challenges are to brew in everyday.
I take them as a learning hole.
Fear says Run. Courage says Stop and Fight.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Let('s) go
I said let it go
Let us go.
It not Love and you still reiterate on it.
In my eyes you rather seem weak.
You give Lust a new name. Love.
You are trying to run but you hardly hide your weakness.
I feel pity of your esteem.
Though I kissed you, it means nothing when its dawn.
New day but same old miseries.
Had I Kissed someone
with a goodbye timebomb, again?
I cried thinking if I had a cursed love life.
Thinking if I've to battle it out all alone.
Praying for prayers to be answered.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Occupational Hazard in my Job...
To Business Development Manager,
I am writing this letter with utmost apology regards to the damage done to company’s notebook. I believe that my reasons are valid and acceptable to seek leniency for the payment of notebook damages.
It was during a road show in Marine Parade, on 9th May'08, when the mishap took place. As the road show was conducted outdoors, the strong winds were uncontrollable and had caused things around the tent to fall off. While clearing the mess, it was then an unnoticed cup of sugared drink has spilled onto my notebook. It was truly beyond my control to prevent such a mishap timely.
I understand that equipments given to us by the company is our sheer responsibility to take good care of. However, in this situation it was truly an unfortunate thing to have happened.
I am more than willing to pay for the damages. But to pay a price as high as my one month basic salary for the above-mentioned event would really be de-motivating and highly stressful for me. I would like to seek some leniency and a discounted price to pay for the damages. Your understanding is much appreciated. I am available for face-to-face clarifications. Thank You.
Yours truly,
Nithya L Krishnan
Agency Code: M93 55088
Tel: 98435709.
cc. Maybank Partnerships Channel Head and Partnership Distribution Director.
A letter that halved my damages paid for my laptop.
I am writing this letter with utmost apology regards to the damage done to company’s notebook. I believe that my reasons are valid and acceptable to seek leniency for the payment of notebook damages.
It was during a road show in Marine Parade, on 9th May'08, when the mishap took place. As the road show was conducted outdoors, the strong winds were uncontrollable and had caused things around the tent to fall off. While clearing the mess, it was then an unnoticed cup of sugared drink has spilled onto my notebook. It was truly beyond my control to prevent such a mishap timely.
I understand that equipments given to us by the company is our sheer responsibility to take good care of. However, in this situation it was truly an unfortunate thing to have happened.
I am more than willing to pay for the damages. But to pay a price as high as my one month basic salary for the above-mentioned event would really be de-motivating and highly stressful for me. I would like to seek some leniency and a discounted price to pay for the damages. Your understanding is much appreciated. I am available for face-to-face clarifications. Thank You.
Yours truly,
Nithya L Krishnan
Agency Code: M93 55088
Tel: 98435709.
cc. Maybank Partnerships Channel Head and Partnership Distribution Director.
A letter that halved my damages paid for my laptop.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
When the mind gets over the body.
Soccer is one sport that has pushed me to the limits. I had faced insults, pain, disgrace, glory and joys and many more.
During the tournaments years back, the familiar heat was my biggest headache. Water bottles kissed me more than anything(one) else. Tiredness is hardly spoken of but felt throughout. Big Deuter bags that cling on to me through thick and thin. The bus would be filled up with light hearteds and laughters that never wondered about the upcoming challenges.
This time same scenario but different purpose. The game is played in the forest. Trekking up the 64th Highest Mountain in Malaysia, Gunung Ledang, Mount Ophir. Organised by a die-hard Liverpool Fan, Vengaji the leader and owner of Awakening Centre. Not to mention my passion for Arsenal, if not soccer bites could occur.
It was a memorable trip. An extraordinary for all bodied and minds. A retreat to nature has never been this much since my 2004 Chiang Mai Adventure.
Looks like I'm painting a beautiful picture here. Yes I am. I could only beautify it in my room because I'm safe back from the trip. But when in the jungle all, at 1000 feet above, I was thinking only of the staircase; The trail that leads back to the starting point.
Let me tell how it all began. There are heroes and heroines over here if not for blunders and mis judgements and of course Never Say Die Attitude.
First we headed first for the waterfalls. Got ourselves fun and wet and none changed as we get set for the climbing. It was almost NS alike. Mind you, this trip had 90% percent ladies.
The idea was to get set for 4 check points. But as soon as the 1st group (younger and well bodied), where I was in, got up to the 1st Checkpoint-CP1 the group of mothers were still trailing up. Understandable. Yet when they reached up, FINISHING the plan was on their mind. Salutes to them.
Now settled at Checkpoint 2 (CP2), 1000 odd feet above. The 1st group, yet again reached first and this was where the saga brewed. The team of 25 got disbanded to 3 separate groups. 1st group wanted to finish the trail. The other 2 were far behind. The guides' decision was all that we had to follow. They were inexperienced yet sounded promising. We were told that if we follow this new trail, we could reach the Elephant Pond and CP4 within an hour or so.
Now its passion above patience. Shall we wait or make a move first? We wanted to reach there so much ignoring the time. It was 4pm. Not a good idea because upon returning it would turn dark. Darkness while you’re thousand feet above ground? I leave it to your imagination.
The 1st group left CP2. Leaving behind the 2nd group waiting for the 3rd group. We felt like warriors. Tiredness was hardly felt. But as we kept moving, climbing upon fallen trees and kneeling below trunks gave us the first signal of fatigue. The time on the watch gave me the creep. Realising that returning would be a dark and dangerous adventure. I was afraid. I didn't have any torchlight so did all the other 7 hikers. I wished I had carried my TIGER EYE Bracelet. How could I ever forgot my favorite of all bracelets.
I told the co-organisar Thana, lets head back. Soon one of the 2 guides recieved a message that the 2 groups had discontinued the trekking. I wished this would support my plea. She didn't listen. She was my good friend, like an argument in any relationship, I raised my voice with displeasure. Mentioning it would be illogical and impractical if we continue. Turning back at darkness would be worthless. As usual, her strong faith within rejected me. "Why give up when we are almost there". I got enraged. This is a spiritual trip. I kept repeating 'No anger over the mind'. You think I was cool...Na??? I was honest to my emotions and couldn't control it.
Halfway through after 45 min, the team gave up. We didn't want to continue any further. Are we giving up or giving in to safety measure? We gave up... Thana listened. Her actions really irritated me as she preferred to listen to others than to me. I expected this from her. Somehow it seems slightly revengeful as she didn’t wish to listen to me since the beginning.
As we head back, unfamiliarity travelling in the darkness gave me the creep. The other 7 trekkers were cool, and kept going. I was telling, thing are getting ok. Just move on. No point getting frustrated as its disrespectful. The trail to CP2 seemed never ending . In the darkness there were only two torchlights and a long trail. The speed had to slow down. On the contra I found it to be thrilling. I started enjoying the pain.
It took an hour to get back to CP2. The remaining gangs were waiting for us all these while for solid 90 min. Thanks to them. We had huge relief when we saw them.
Soon we started trailing back. Many strong minded were seen at this time. Vengaji, carrying his son for the past 3 hours. His wife June supporting and ensuring all is fine and well in the darkness. Komala's shoes rubbered heels came off leaving her less supported feet to feel the rocky path throughout. Nava aunty had troubling knees and age to deal with. 2 guides carried her till the end of the trekking. Salute to those guides. Not failing to mention thirsty hikers, blistered feet, aching bodies and many more...
At the end of the trail, I had learnt many other things...Leaving us with memories and smiles within.
and We Never Walked Alone as Members of the Awakening Centre.
During the tournaments years back, the familiar heat was my biggest headache. Water bottles kissed me more than anything(one) else. Tiredness is hardly spoken of but felt throughout. Big Deuter bags that cling on to me through thick and thin. The bus would be filled up with light hearteds and laughters that never wondered about the upcoming challenges.
This time same scenario but different purpose. The game is played in the forest. Trekking up the 64th Highest Mountain in Malaysia, Gunung Ledang, Mount Ophir. Organised by a die-hard Liverpool Fan, Vengaji the leader and owner of Awakening Centre. Not to mention my passion for Arsenal, if not soccer bites could occur.
It was a memorable trip. An extraordinary for all bodied and minds. A retreat to nature has never been this much since my 2004 Chiang Mai Adventure.
Looks like I'm painting a beautiful picture here. Yes I am. I could only beautify it in my room because I'm safe back from the trip. But when in the jungle all, at 1000 feet above, I was thinking only of the staircase; The trail that leads back to the starting point.
Let me tell how it all began. There are heroes and heroines over here if not for blunders and mis judgements and of course Never Say Die Attitude.
First we headed first for the waterfalls. Got ourselves fun and wet and none changed as we get set for the climbing. It was almost NS alike. Mind you, this trip had 90% percent ladies.
The idea was to get set for 4 check points. But as soon as the 1st group (younger and well bodied), where I was in, got up to the 1st Checkpoint-CP1 the group of mothers were still trailing up. Understandable. Yet when they reached up, FINISHING the plan was on their mind. Salutes to them.
Now settled at Checkpoint 2 (CP2), 1000 odd feet above. The 1st group, yet again reached first and this was where the saga brewed. The team of 25 got disbanded to 3 separate groups. 1st group wanted to finish the trail. The other 2 were far behind. The guides' decision was all that we had to follow. They were inexperienced yet sounded promising. We were told that if we follow this new trail, we could reach the Elephant Pond and CP4 within an hour or so.
Now its passion above patience. Shall we wait or make a move first? We wanted to reach there so much ignoring the time. It was 4pm. Not a good idea because upon returning it would turn dark. Darkness while you’re thousand feet above ground? I leave it to your imagination.
The 1st group left CP2. Leaving behind the 2nd group waiting for the 3rd group. We felt like warriors. Tiredness was hardly felt. But as we kept moving, climbing upon fallen trees and kneeling below trunks gave us the first signal of fatigue. The time on the watch gave me the creep. Realising that returning would be a dark and dangerous adventure. I was afraid. I didn't have any torchlight so did all the other 7 hikers. I wished I had carried my TIGER EYE Bracelet. How could I ever forgot my favorite of all bracelets.
I told the co-organisar Thana, lets head back. Soon one of the 2 guides recieved a message that the 2 groups had discontinued the trekking. I wished this would support my plea. She didn't listen. She was my good friend, like an argument in any relationship, I raised my voice with displeasure. Mentioning it would be illogical and impractical if we continue. Turning back at darkness would be worthless. As usual, her strong faith within rejected me. "Why give up when we are almost there". I got enraged. This is a spiritual trip. I kept repeating 'No anger over the mind'. You think I was cool...Na??? I was honest to my emotions and couldn't control it.
Halfway through after 45 min, the team gave up. We didn't want to continue any further. Are we giving up or giving in to safety measure? We gave up... Thana listened. Her actions really irritated me as she preferred to listen to others than to me. I expected this from her. Somehow it seems slightly revengeful as she didn’t wish to listen to me since the beginning.
As we head back, unfamiliarity travelling in the darkness gave me the creep. The other 7 trekkers were cool, and kept going. I was telling, thing are getting ok. Just move on. No point getting frustrated as its disrespectful. The trail to CP2 seemed never ending . In the darkness there were only two torchlights and a long trail. The speed had to slow down. On the contra I found it to be thrilling. I started enjoying the pain.
It took an hour to get back to CP2. The remaining gangs were waiting for us all these while for solid 90 min. Thanks to them. We had huge relief when we saw them.
Soon we started trailing back. Many strong minded were seen at this time. Vengaji, carrying his son for the past 3 hours. His wife June supporting and ensuring all is fine and well in the darkness. Komala's shoes rubbered heels came off leaving her less supported feet to feel the rocky path throughout. Nava aunty had troubling knees and age to deal with. 2 guides carried her till the end of the trekking. Salute to those guides. Not failing to mention thirsty hikers, blistered feet, aching bodies and many more...
At the end of the trail, I had learnt many other things...Leaving us with memories and smiles within.
and We Never Walked Alone as Members of the Awakening Centre.
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