My Dad

I have been writing about my experiences and about my good friends, how could I forget to write an article about my father, symbol of grit and aggression....to be honest I am no way related with my father....i am poles apart from him...heheeeee....he is hardworking to the core whereas I am lazy to the core....he has never tasted alocohol in his life but I never missed the chance whenever there is a free alcohol...hehehee...he is exactly just half my height...never gets excited or emotional for anything in life whereas little happiness will make me to fly....heheee....only resemblance between us is...we are both dark and we get angry very easily....heheeeeee....

What amazes about my father is calm and composed nature in all the situations of life...I have never seen him emotional or sentimental or excited...to give couple of facts....I didnt see him cry or weeping when my grandma died...may be since he lost his father in younger age when he was in 9th standard and had to work(weeving) while studying perhaps would have made him really grit and strong.....even when I reached Chennai from Germany after a gap of 19 months without informing them...he was the one who opened the door...to be honest...he didnt say a single word....he just gave a smile.....just a smile and no reactions or emotions.....I was standstill for a moment....:) well thats my father.....

Other thing which I loved from my father is, he never crossed my privacy or questioned my decisions...he has never interferred in any matters...he gave me absolute amount of independence where a son could imagine from his father....to be honest, this independence made me to do the things what I love to do....he never expects anything from me...I am sure he will never expect anything from me even in the future...since he happened to be a railway employee, we could travel in AC free of cost....;) I travelled to all parts of India with him from north to south and east to west...infact this motivation which I obtained from him made me now to explore different parts of Europe....:) he never motivates or discourages me in any part of time in my career.....when I got school 2nd in 10th standard and informed him.....he didnt say anything....when I got medicine seat in 12th standard...he didnt say anything....when I got a job in HCL through campus interview......he didnt say anything.....when I came here for my Masters in Germany...he didnt say anything.....well he wont say anything if I marry a blond european girl and stand in front of him...heheeeeeeeee

What I admire about my father is the peace which he is having...I can bet one of the happiest and peaceful guys I have ever met...has his own way of life....with engaging most of the time with gardending, household activities and reading books in the night before he goes to sleep.....I sometimes think why I cant be like him....as I mentioned before, I am no way related with my father......:)

I still remember this question during my campus interview for HCL in college....the HR guy asked me who is your role model....I answered without any hesitation, my father is my role model...why not he is definitely my role model....I wanted to be like him with utmost peace and satisfaction with whatever god has given....but what to do...human mind is sometimes so demanding......:( I still remember the way he used to iron my school clothes, I still remember the way he used to sharpen the pencil and keep it ready before the exams....I still remember when he took me to hospital in TVS 50 vehicle when I was suffering in typhoid fever during final year of my engineering, I still remember when he bought a separate TV for me to watch the cricket match and not to fight with my mother during the serials....I still remember the way he packed my clothes and luggage before leaving to Germany, I know my father gets angry very easily but I know behind that anger is a great amount of love and affection....

I love you appa!
Sathish Kumar S

Crazy Amsterdam

Recently I included Amsterdam in my European Voyage...a crazy, bubbling, enthusiastic city of Europe....with amazing long streets, huge architectural buildings, picturesque river flowing across the city and not to forget the crazy night life existing in Amsterdam....;)...its a city full of museums but I am not a guy who cares about art...so went to wax museum, sex museum and torture museum...;)......it has some amazing parks with lush green fields and city's tranportation is fully occupied by trams and bicycles...I guess they use more bicycles than in Indian villages...;) and fortunately weather turned out to be awesome with sunshine most of the time....Not to forget about the Dutchmen, they speak awesome English and I find the Dutch to be more open than the Germans during my short stay....

I had a chance to explore the country side of Netherlands, Vollendamn and Marken, simply amazing green fields and typical countryside houses....with small boats and yatches strolling in the riverside....Had some heineken beer in the sunshine and chilled ourselves in the hot sunny weather of Holland...took tonnes of nice pictures but ofcourse wasting most of the time for that...;)


Keukenhof, the place where the tulips are grown, the most important thing to be seen in Netherlands, one should have definitely seen this place in tamil or telugu cinemas..(anniyan...oh kumari)...but unfortunate thing which happened in this trip is...the tulips have gone...the tulips grows only in the month of march, april and mid may....unfortunately this year, it disappeared before two weeks...but the garden at Keukenhof has a very good garden with many varieties of flowers grown there...On the whole the trip to Netherlands was a memorable one and will reside in my memory for the years to come....:)

Cheers,
Sathish Kumar S

Baggage Comedy...

I had a big problem during my baggage check-in at the airport in Chennai...my allowed baggage limit is only 20 kgs and hand luggage of 7 kgs...unfortunately my main luggage weighed 25 kg and the handluggage weighed 13 kgs with additionally my laptop as well....the check-in officer clearly said you have to pay extra amount of nearly 1500 rupees to take the extra kilos...i was totally confused what to do....thank god...father was having the extra money and I took from him and was about to pay for the extra kilos...I went to the other check-in officer who happened to be a beautiful girl..hehehe...the beautiful lady checked my luggage and said ...oh you are going to frankfurt...you are allowed two pieces up to 45 kgs...then I started to shout....why didnt you inform before...she said...."sorry....the other officer might have not known about it"...then happily I took my hand luggage of 15 kgs and was walking towards the immigration check....

Suddenly one more check-in officer entered the scene and said...this is totally impossible with hand luggage of 15kgs...and the size is too big....I said...its your officials who allowed me ...then why the heck are u asking again....he asked me to show the concerned check-in officer...we went to the beautiful check-in officer....the other check-in officer questioned the lady how is it possible to allow 15kgs...she said..."he is going to frankfurt..so total allowed baggage is 45 kgs"...suddenly the head check-in officer was called and asked about the details...it seems as per the rule...passengers flying to Toronto are only allowed to carry up to 45kgs...and not the frankfurt passengers....heheeeee.....the beautiful lady was caught in the trap....now came the real comedy....

The beautiful lady said to Chief Check-in officer....oh sorry sir....I didnt know that...and said a lovely statement...."his main luggage was only 16kgs(actually it weighed 25 kgs by that time the main luggage has gone to the cargo so one cannot weigh it once more heheeeee)....and his hand luggage was just 8 kgs(actually it weighed 15 kgs...including my laptop heheee)...so why to charge him extra luggage fees....the chief check-in officer asked one more time...are u sure it weighed 16kgs...she said with a blushing face..."i am damn sure sir"....I was laughing inside to the core...heheeeeeeee....the chief check-in officer had no other say... and he said ok sir you can proceed....heheeeee...I exchanged a very surcastic smile with the beautiful check-in officer and a grave look at the chief-check in officer...heheeeee and I proceeded further...

And one more time, the beautiful lady appeared in front of the entrance to the flight...gave my boarding pass to her and exchanged one more surcastic smile and said....Many thanks to you...heheeee...I wanted to have a snap with her for my blog....but unfortunately the chief check-in officer, the great villain was standing next to her...then I thought forget it....Anyway hats off to that beautiful lady! heheeeeee

Cheers,
Sathish Kumar S

Reality Check....

Three weeks have gone so fast...and when I look at my calendar it says you gotto pack up the happiness, the moments, the idlys, the dosas and go back to lonely ghosty life...hmm what to do...one has to proceed, one can not bog down in the same niche forever...in many ways this trip boosted my confidence...met all the friends and well-wishers....ate to the maximum...slept well like kumbakarna..and in the end increased my flesh by 5kgs in three weeks...;) and more importantly temperatures hovering around 42°C....

I had many reality checks during this trip...some people have changed...some still the same old buddies....some places have changed...some still the same... but it was quite easy for me to answer this question which I posted to a mirror....Mirror Mirror..who has stayed the same showing the same care, affection and love...the mirror undoubtedly answered in a splash of a second...its none other the two souls...your mom and dad....:)

Cheers,
Sathish Kumar S