tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118703202024-03-13T11:15:58.538+08:00the vice men say...3 pottieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16060394500062062686noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-13503147364180670162009-06-09T11:52:00.000+08:002009-06-09T11:54:39.282+08:00Rudyard Kipling's Poem ''If'' Read By Federer & NadalVia <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=512143649&ref=nf">Sethu</a><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vEeLh5ItQcY&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vEeLh5ItQcY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-48667067482759978672009-05-21T02:25:00.003+08:002009-05-21T02:29:08.226+08:00Simon & Garfunkel's Asia tour - 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.simonandgarfunkel.com/news.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVX0-7TJghB4SggjEfLdOJLCosz8tVF_H3eUoLa9DG75Y0E4PyZtFJ9td7vW6TNDa7Zls1Z8IwxvbJpjiQ0Lr0TCxA5X8W4eYIRLCMrwiKxzkrwMqHU8lvyPCdzYAkGVflLU/s320/sg-tour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337974288721517538" border="0" /></a><br />Check out the tour calendar <a href="http://www.simonandgarfunkel.com/news.html">here</a>.<br /><br />I'll be visiting their hometown around those dates! :PIyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-10468145489683120842008-08-28T17:55:00.002+08:002008-08-28T18:01:29.874+08:00Wishes<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/67021329@N00/2699676880"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239506457272894178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMOerK-ghhNXhnOsrNF6PWDdO94eDgf6QV1R13CEeXShgnAr_-Ap63iUCN9MrDHxURvDlMTHC6xup0KKCGo8IKYgMKDfaHAnxGboR-wB_PDc86MseFH-Xmexs5ep12L08gQVE/s320/wishes.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/67021329@N00/2699676880"></a></div>Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-67526397469131420992007-10-11T18:02:00.000+08:002007-10-11T18:11:06.588+08:00How do you define Success?This could be an MBA app question ;) but I found it posted on LinkedIn.<br /><br />Has the definition changed today? Comments most welcome...<br /><br /><br />In 1905, Bessie Stanley wrote:<br /><br />"<em>He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it; who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; whose life was an inspiration; whose memory a benediction.</em>"Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-73017153782033171282007-10-02T21:55:00.000+08:002007-10-02T22:21:50.670+08:00Aide et Action Experience<div align="justify"><br />Between the 8th and 16th of September I participated in Aide et Action's (<a href="http://www.aea-india.org/" target="_blank">http://www.aea-india.org/</a>) EduAction Thematic workshop (<a href="http://www.aea-india.org/events.htm" target="_blank">http://www.aea-india.org/events.htm</a>) held at the National Institute of Rural Development, Hyderabad.<br /><br />My previous experience building boats for the tsunami affected fishermen in Thailand had me asking a lot of questions concerning the design and management of interventions for creating sustainable livelihoods (SL).<br /><br /><br /><strong>Key reasons I attended the workshop:<br /></strong><br />1. Need for structure - what are the pillars of SL interventions? How does one design and manage the intervention?<br />2. What works and what doesn't - learn from the experience of others in India and the region<br />3. Network - know more about the NGOs/INGOs operating in India and the nature of projects they are involved in<br /><br /><br /><strong>Here is a glimpse of what happened:<br /></strong><br />The workshop brings together 150 people from various NGOs, INGOs (international NGOs), Government and Research institutes. And stray cases of strangers to the field – like me!<br /><br />The themes include:<br />· Quality Education through Community Participation<br />· Inclusive Education: Approaches and Strategies<br />· Promotion of Sustainable Livelihoods<br />· Management of HIV/AIDS: Approaches and Strategies<br />· PRA and Participatory Research<br /><br />I was part of the 30 odd Promotion of Sustainable Livelihoods group.<br /><br />We spent the first 3 days getting to know the participatory tools and models and simultaneously meeting key people from organizations running SL programs in various parts of india – BASIX (<a href="http://www.basixindia.com/" target="_blank">http://www.basixindia.com/</a>), Marketing And Research Team - MART (<a href="http://www.martrural.com/" target="_blank">http://www.martrural.com/</a>), Rural Development Trust, etc. The programs cover everything from financing, market development, natural resources management, capability development and institution development.<br /><br />I am interested in the area of micro finance and hence decided to study BASIX closely and chose to visit the villages where they have rolled out their products (savings/ credit/ insurance/ advisory/ agricultural business development) under the banner of Krishna Bhima Samruddhi bank. KBS has two mobile branches running out of vans. Field executives have mobile devices that help them bring the services to every doorstep in rural India.<br /><br />The real awakening comes during the field visit over the next 3 days when you get to meet the field staff from the different organizations and most importantly their rural customers - the agri-dairy farmers, weavers, small business owners, among others.<br /><br />After the back-breaking ride to six sites in the district you come back and put it all together and a rich discussion ensues – with people bringing in perspectives from different NGOs working in different parts of India. Models collapse, theories evaporate and you get a glimpse of reality – what works and what doesn’t.<br /><br /><br /><strong>My takeaways:<br /></strong><br />Apart from finding structure, seeing models at work and networking with the NGO community of India I have been greatly inspired by the quality of people I met and their enthusiasm to bring about positive change. People have come to the field of social development from all walks of life – engineers, defense personnel, civil servants, bankers, housewives, you name it! And they have contributed immensely to the field and to the communities they work for and in return accumulated a wealth of knowledge.<br /><br />But they all unanimously agree that the single most effective agent to bring about change remains the government. NGOs by themselves do not have the resources and the reach to design and implement holistic programs as done by the Indian government. In the light of the complexities of issues being addressed you can commend the progress the government is making. Of course, much remains to be done. There is a huge pool of funds sloshing around. The need of the hour remains quality leadership and management talent, of course with a big heart to give back to the community.<br /><br /><br /><br />Here is a link to the photo album:<br /></div><div align="justify"><table style="WIDTH: 194px"><tbody><tr><td style="BACKGROUND: url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left 50%; HEIGHT: 194px" align="middle"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ikarthik/AeA2007Hyderabad"><img style="MARGIN: 1px 0px 0px 4px" height="160" src="http://lh4.google.com/ikarthik/RvnxIqUlupE/AAAAAAAABis/kPsx0gSlub0/s160-c/AeA2007Hyderabad.jpg" width="160" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #4d4d4d; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ikarthik/AeA2007Hyderabad">AeA 2007 Hyderabad</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br />If you want to know more and get access to some of the workshop material then feel free to drop me an email. </div>Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-46312980329617426212007-08-28T15:10:00.000+08:002007-08-28T15:20:28.142+08:00rainit rains as it rained that day<br />it rained then in celebration<br />it rains today to dilute<br />it rains today to cleanseIyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-44561833264661633252007-08-20T13:05:00.000+08:002007-08-20T21:37:44.021+08:00there and back<table style="WIDTH: 194px"><tbody><tr><td style="BACKGROUND: url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left 50%; HEIGHT: 194px" align="middle"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ikarthik/BromoAndIjen"><img style="MARGIN: 1px 0px 0px 4px" height="160" src="http://lh3.google.com/ikarthik/RsbU7V9Ap4E/AAAAAAAABFU/5aVIAa0Ss_E/s160-c/BromoAndIjen.jpg" width="160" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #4d4d4d; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ikarthik/BromoAndIjen">Bromo and Ijen</a></td></tr></tbody></table><p align="justify"><br /><br />Photos from my trip to <strong>Mt. Bromo</strong> and <strong>Kawah Ijen</strong> in East Java, Indonesia.<br /><br /><strong>Date</strong>: 8th – 12th August 2007<br /><br /><strong>Details</strong>:<br /><br />Both the places can be reached either via Surabaya or Bali. I flew into Surabaya and then taxied up to Probollingo (small town near Mount Bromo) and then up to Yoschi’s which is a small budget hotel with little bamboo/cane walled rooms (around 150k IDR per night). Food is good, ambience is great, friendly staff who can arrange day trips to Bromo or other nearby places (including arranging bus/ferry to Bali - Trips are marked up 10-20% though) and provide maps for local treks (2-4 hours around the valley).<br /><br />First two days were spent riding up the edge of the caldera to watch the sunrise over Bromo and Semeru, riding up to Bromo on an old horse (25k IDR), trekking in the hills around, and drinking warm wine. Trek difficulty – easy.<br /><br />The next two days were spent driving eastward to Kawah Ijen – the sulphur lake. First stop on the way was at a coffee plantation where we stayed the night and continued the journey to the base of Ijen the next day morning. The trek up to the sulphur lake is scenic and peaceful if you start early. Mist and fumes make photography a challenge! Trek difficulty – medium-easy.<br /><br />Enjoy the photos and drop me a note if you need more info!<br /><br />Cheers!<br /></p>Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-86491174561767260762007-08-06T04:15:00.000+08:002007-08-06T04:18:19.083+08:00lose yourself<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6odzCYFOOQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br />all the best, baby<br /></p>Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-77119482263011903132007-07-19T02:47:00.000+08:002007-07-19T02:54:05.430+08:00atoms for peace<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIK7084f8FM"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIK7084f8FM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><p>Artist: Thom Yorke</p><p>Album: The Eraser</p><p>Year: 2006</p><p>Title: Atoms For Peace</p><p>Lyrics: <a href="http://www.lyred.com/lyrics/Thom+Yorke/The+Eraser/Atoms+For+Peace/" target="_blank">Click Here</a></p>Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-62482141725354429772007-07-18T00:48:00.000+08:002008-11-13T20:52:46.356+08:00A Scanner Darkly<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0405296/" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088212650379856546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8xlxc6Uh0vlkJpiblNJ3LqnUirvK9CNcYmQLBy5ZqIVgRHUGQdfi-oxxM9XK8lFwSqSxDiojZ2MWp6vRvvD3AR9c_FWxFd-Lcxku8_YborgwDjp3ynT1DqsYvR91isLt6lg/s400/scanner-darkly-5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>What happened? How did i get here?</div><br /><div>[<em>Bangs his head into a cabinet door</em>] </div><div><br /></div><div>The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, for some reason cleared away the cobwebs.</div><div><br />I realized I didnt hate the cabinet door, I hated my life, my house, my family, my backyard, my powermower.<br /></div><br /><div>Nothing would ever change, nothing new could ever be expected.<br />It had to end and it did.<br /></div><br /><div>Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things and surprising things and sometimes little wondrous things spill out at me constantly, and I can count on nothing.</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Another monologue I loved from the movie, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0405296/" target="_blank">A Scanner Darkly</a>:<span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /></span></div><div><blockquote><span style="color:#3366ff;">I saw death rising from the earth,<br />from the ground itself,<br />in one blue field.<br /><br />[picks up a blue flower]<br /><br />A present for my friends...<br />at Thanksgiving.</span></blockquote></div><div></div><br /><div>Quirk: The title for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Scanner-Darkly-Philip-K-Dick/dp/0679736654" target="_blank">the book</a>/movie is derived from this passage from the Bible in 1 Corinthians 13:</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><blockquote><em>For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is<br />perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a<br />child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but<br />when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass,<br />darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as<br />also I am known.</em><br /></blockquote></em></div><div></div><div></div>Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-84008924000971512612007-07-12T00:45:00.000+08:002008-11-13T20:52:46.532+08:00almost there<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmwR_AS8dEV5jVm3cyn9gPF5yaqesP03NfqWtPBm4v5eVJ977np4kNUUEwKbKR2H4jdk1xnkiEuZCnSX6JGJajpOmkStto5-wV_Ubrcx6QMTf5WzY0GL5MWp5AOjMhGS1mwIQ/s1600-h/bromo_semeru_low_clouds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085982062799777138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmwR_AS8dEV5jVm3cyn9gPF5yaqesP03NfqWtPBm4v5eVJ977np4kNUUEwKbKR2H4jdk1xnkiEuZCnSX6JGJajpOmkStto5-wV_Ubrcx6QMTf5WzY0GL5MWp5AOjMhGS1mwIQ/s400/bromo_semeru_low_clouds.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /></div>Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-14760028012323615492007-07-01T03:50:00.000+08:002008-11-13T20:52:46.755+08:00the scene<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4R_GDAa1iVLxFMUYCpwjqrDDCEHfgfTuJc8KYYlHFjcSLebOL9PpOaJTpWkfQ9t_zJ1NKW_wC03KNjxmFZpxrmvlJXP_z9deXnh4-28tm4zyw9mZP4OQos2PhUZN1_S4ngo/s1600-h/singapore+skyline+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081951528050257106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4R_GDAa1iVLxFMUYCpwjqrDDCEHfgfTuJc8KYYlHFjcSLebOL9PpOaJTpWkfQ9t_zJ1NKW_wC03KNjxmFZpxrmvlJXP_z9deXnh4-28tm4zyw9mZP4OQos2PhUZN1_S4ngo/s400/singapore+skyline+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Another night under the probing beams that weave new stories into the canvas of smoke swirling into the dark high ceiling. The joint changes hands. Goes from strange lips to mine and I add my own lyrics to the song written in smoke. This need to escape into a world without the haunting noises, the futile questions and the inconvenient truth. To con the inebriated mind into believing that these walls don’t exist, this floor doesn’t exist, this animal stench doesn’t exist.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">A multitude of lights giving form to the skyline. Twinkling lights from the cars on highways that rise above a river ambling into the ocean. Highways that dissolve into a gaggle of neon lights. Each light whispers a story, a dream, a sigh from the few million lives that make this city. A glass wall mutes the scene.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I never knew this scene would evoke such feelings for this city. This is not home, it wasn’t supposed to be. And yet like a river flowing quietly it awaits below. You can sit up here and just watch. Or you can let your feet slide in and feel the pulse flowing between your toes. Will you dive in? Will you keep your head above the waves?<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">A roll of the dice. One life in this lifetime aborted. Another life begins without any preface. Whose turn is it next to roll the dice?<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The nomad stands at the crossroads again. A bag over his shoulders bursting with memories. Some to be lost, others forgotten.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">A new street in this old city. A new smile as I stride into the crowd.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The game is alive as long as you are willing to play. </div>Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-33651247625052243642007-06-19T01:24:00.000+08:002008-11-13T20:52:46.844+08:00The Rebel XTi<a href="http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/canoneos400d/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077458037114181250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwP96engMgs1D-VcOrL1tDRHZFEmabeV6ci3V6L01PnGSYXg4tPHwb8mxbrVbF-ctuVe3c791PkLvmNA0s399QfdPxniYg9tLxTE-zdSOgeDLhJMz6h2VKNABBDLI32mL1EGM/s400/flip-400d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div align="center">A birthday gift in advance!<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Canon Rebel XTi (10.1 MP)</div><div align="center">Canon EF-S 18 - 55 mm F3.5 - F5.6 II lens</div><div align="center">Canon EF 50 mm F1.8 II lens</div><div align="center">:) :) :)<br /><br /></div><p></p>Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-1205318809262608792007-06-14T13:22:00.000+08:002007-06-14T13:29:57.163+08:00the callso much i wanted to hear<br />and so much i wanted to say<br />but you took me by surprise<br />when you called yesterday<br /><br />its been so long<br />we have lost so much<br />flesh and bones are ashes<br />yet the soul remains<br /><br />so much i want to hear<br />and so much i want to say<br />when you call me again, somedayIyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-37523720549253098832007-05-27T17:40:00.000+08:002007-05-27T21:46:57.472+08:00Bubbles<embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxSHOOGb7Bg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br />I had posted the lyrics for this japanese song <a href="http://3potties.blogspot.com/2006/09/visitor-q.html">before</a>. Just found the video on YouTube. Lyrics here:<br /><br /><br />The sea's so wide<br />You can't see anything.<br /><br />The waves build up slowly, then break.<br /><br />There are little bubbles everywhere.<br /><br />They're born, and<br />shine sparkling in the sun.<br /><br />They move about slowly,<br />floating and sinking.<br /><br />They kiss, become one,<br />and then they float apart.<br /><br />They slowly grow, then they burst...<br />...and sink back into the sea.<br /><br />Somehow...<br />Somehow...<br />They are just like us.<br /><br /><br />Lyrics (translated) from title song of Japanese movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0290329/">Visitor Q</a><br /><br /><br />IyerIyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12711512164123759154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-66512103384948051622007-05-17T01:39:00.000+08:002008-11-13T20:52:47.095+08:00her eyes<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKPNvVSSMHpI2teIojy-IYUyM0pe_Njd236jkdmQoY-O82PvMMsDpGFOPC-yFgM2ZqehZPUEjyqhPZY_CBl8IQe4hyphenhyphenwQOqfjVZwAIp3QjUNWy6VYjH6WYLko-NxmwSA3cDCik/s1600-h/drowning.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065216878022793490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKPNvVSSMHpI2teIojy-IYUyM0pe_Njd236jkdmQoY-O82PvMMsDpGFOPC-yFgM2ZqehZPUEjyqhPZY_CBl8IQe4hyphenhyphenwQOqfjVZwAIp3QjUNWy6VYjH6WYLko-NxmwSA3cDCik/s400/drowning.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>will i dive<br />into the flaming amber ocean?</em></div><div align="center"> </div>3 pottieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16060394500062062686noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-58515420297192387342007-05-02T14:10:00.000+08:002007-05-02T14:15:32.875+08:00KudosMachee has done some great work recently with Aide et Action (<a href="http://www.aea-india.org/">http://www.aea-india.org/</a>). You can check out his blog posts at <a href="http://adityaraghav.blogspot.com/">http://adityaraghav.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />Good stuff dude!<br /><br /><br />Iyer3 pottieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16060394500062062686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-85804032300076678922007-04-17T01:27:00.000+08:002007-04-17T01:35:01.606+08:00the gifta special day it is today<br />and here I am, empty handed, nothing to say<br /><br />swear, I thought of many a gift<br />confounded I was, coz none would fit<br /><br />and then it dawned, the ideal present<br />                 no other comes close, as much as I try<br />your woes of aplenty, hope this will erase<br />                 I give you your gift as I wave goodbye<br /><br /><br /><br />Iyer3 pottieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16060394500062062686noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-64639189631297588012007-04-06T12:51:00.000+08:002007-04-06T12:59:20.501+08:00RhetoricAnd who's the fool who wears the crown<br />Is it the fearless idiot facing the crowd?<br />Climbing his own way<br /><br />And if all roads led to Rome<br />Is the long road the wrong road<br />'Coz life is too short?<br /><br />And if no one ever spoke a word<br />Is the scream silent or the silence loud?<br />All mouths stitched in time<br /><br />But the scream is silent<br />And the silence loud<br />The dance is a pirouette<br />Spinning round and round<br /><br />A fiery dream consumes me<br />A candle awakens me<br />A wind blows through me<br />A tomb awaits me<br /><br /><br />Saigo3 pottieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16060394500062062686noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-41795751266322243932007-04-02T13:15:00.000+08:002008-11-13T20:52:47.351+08:00Happy Birthday!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZxW8BOoLcXoICqDcMIRVbWNNtd3O4KxKD2gHGK3hNOHPmRcZqGk8bh-JCbSAvv24uqfBHtMferdQYZBekj0tl9A9FA_X9bMo2tRF3EsPmiydlBQz4D8waq0CUS-pTq12pWbR/s1600-h/sIMG_1852.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053235667353511906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZxW8BOoLcXoICqDcMIRVbWNNtd3O4KxKD2gHGK3hNOHPmRcZqGk8bh-JCbSAvv24uqfBHtMferdQYZBekj0tl9A9FA_X9bMo2tRF3EsPmiydlBQz4D8waq0CUS-pTq12pWbR/s320/sIMG_1852.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRfRc8-uqOWw3jzdezXEIotWf7e1A2OrWSFGtL5DcNJouH7OowCgXZWLi0ROKwW5eOgXB2eR6qbV_fhAuVAM1PN2F6qiFfvC_0wh2BO-pa6Oowe1Efzap70Yt6CN7ayjQfnVU/s1600-h/3+and+more+potties.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">3potties turns 2...</div><br /><br /></div>3 pottieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16060394500062062686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-50429989271846696952007-03-30T01:18:00.000+08:002007-03-30T01:25:41.504+08:00queen of heartsWhat strange hands in the game<br />Where the heart betrays the face<br />No more a fool in vain<br />But one that fell from grace<br /><br />Like segues to a requiem<br />He waits for a change<br />In silent harmonies he dreams<br />In colors of orange<br /><br />Close your eyes, close your eyes<br />The sun's a fire and burns its night<br />Lesser stars they fill the skies<br />More the madness more the fright<br /><br />Proud willows crown the beaten brow<br />Refrained by murders of crows below<br />Cold was the heart swift was the blow<br />The head was bloody and yet not bowed<br /><br />The queen of hearts throws her cards<br />Keeps her winnings counts her loss<br />Heals the wounds never the scars<br />Here's the effect, where's the cause?<br /><br /><br />Saigo3 pottieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16060394500062062686noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-44667463716342192782007-03-26T22:10:00.000+08:002008-11-13T20:52:47.535+08:00Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5A2ItFLJ2YD2IxL8j0DYsMDh6PflAoQXmxmBjcnF_cUkjT7oHT73XfojqK9LyzmbMVYeu72-j7hSlGs9Doz6X890vl58RirCsqSNXg52FD1J56bfYT4AN1tAm0fJVQcgAiai/s1600-h/IMG_5898.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5A2ItFLJ2YD2IxL8j0DYsMDh6PflAoQXmxmBjcnF_cUkjT7oHT73XfojqK9LyzmbMVYeu72-j7hSlGs9Doz6X890vl58RirCsqSNXg52FD1J56bfYT4AN1tAm0fJVQcgAiai/s320/IMG_5898.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>3 pottieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16060394500062062686noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-62936485976445975982007-02-24T16:58:00.000+08:002007-02-24T17:01:00.622+08:00Hey YouHey you, out there in the cold<br />Getting lonely, getting old<br />Can you feel me?<br /><br />Hey you, standing in the aisles<br />With itchy feet and fading smiles<br />Can you feel me?<br /><br />Hey you, dont help them to bury the light<br />Dont give in without a fight.3 pottieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16060394500062062686noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-1169958188705773432007-01-28T12:21:00.000+08:002007-01-28T21:59:35.586+08:00Khao Lak, Thailand<div style="FONT-SIZE: 83%; WIDTH: 194px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div style="BACKGROUND: url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left 50%; HEIGHT: 194px"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ikarthik/KhaoLak"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN-TOP: 16px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="160" img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/ikarthik/RbpGzOHzd7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/pvsOm3sAUbw/s288/Copy%20of%20IMG_5536.JPG" width="160" /></a></div><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ikarthik/KhaoLak"><div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #4d4d4d; TEXT-DECORATION: none">Khao Lak</div></a><div style="COLOR: #808080"></div><br /><br /><br /><br />Photos from my trip to Khao Lak in January 2007. </div><p></p><p>Iyer</p>3 pottieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16060394500062062686noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11870320.post-1166714483862607792006-12-21T23:21:00.000+08:002006-12-21T23:21:24.306+08:00Sparkling Singapore"It’s not that Singaporean cattle don't shit. It’s just that there are a lot of dung beetles to do the magic!"<br /><br />Iyer<br /><br />(Inspired by a show on Discovery)3 pottieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16060394500062062686noreply@blogger.com0