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Egg Sandwich - It's breakfast time




For many days I have been eating this as my breakfast, as I fell in love with this simple dish. :) My Doodle recipe is a part of Easy Doodle Recipe contest at BlogAdda.com in association with TastyKhana.com

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Stay Safe. Stay Smiling

Life has changed so much – from fun-filled Friday nights to working like a donkey on a major incident; from small chitchats to handling customers on escalation calls – software industry has taken its toll on me definitely. The time is half past two in the morning and I am still in office. I have to go now, as Mom would be awake waiting for me worriedly. And I start from office. Driving early in the morning is awesome particularly if the climate is good, and as always Bangalore treats you better. Fifteen minutes, and I am there in my home. Silently I open the door hoping Mom will be sleeping, but shockingly she is lying on the floor – breathless. I rush to her only to find that she is unconscious. I shout like a banshee for help...knowing everyone is sleeping peacefully. Suddenly a ray of hope dawns inside my head, I know that St. Johns Hospital is just 500 meters away from home and if I run fast, I can reach in less than five minutes, so I lift Mom in my hands and starts running to the hospital.

The receptionist sees me from long, so she rushes with the stretcher and helps me to get my Mom on the stretcher. A team of doctors and nurses takes her inside Emergency Care Unit. I sit outside. My heartbeat races fast. I miss Dad. If he is alive, this may not have happened. He is...a doctor comes out of the ICU and says that Mom is out of danger, but she is put into observation for 24 hours and needs to undergo a minor surgery, as this is the first cardiac arrest. My heart stops. I look confused. He enquires about Dad and after knowing that he is no more, he pats on my shoulder and asks me to be strong. He conveys that the delay in bringing Mom to hospital made the situation worse indirectly and leaves the place.

Teardrops escape from my eyes in pain. I hit my head against the wall. I should have brought her to hospital in time, but I am helpless, as my job is like that. Also, how can I say to doctor that we have no one in Bangalore? It is just Mom and me. However, I wish she had Smart Suraksha with her. As the saying goes, “A stitch in time saves nine.” Smart Suraksha would have alerted me in time. In tears, I sit there offering prayer to God – hope.

Twenty-four hours have gone by. Mom has undergone a minor surgery and is feeling better. Now, I believe in another twenty-four hours she should be moved to normal ward. I bought her a new android phone, installed Smart Suraksha app and configured as advised. I am sure it will help in all emergencies, though I hope there will not be any such worse situations in future. Stay secured!


PS: This post is a work of fiction reflecting on a real life incident that happened in my friend’s life, as an initiative to spread awareness of Smart Suraksha App for android phones. The app’s tagline is ‘Cry for Help – A single touch button that alerts...’ The app is primarily created for women’s safety, which can track your whereabouts and at a single touch will text to the pre-listed five contacts simultaneously and also the police. It comes with an additional feature to give details of the would-be offender, and allows you to record info like model of the car or clothes he is wearing, in your text, provided if you are in such a situation. Use this app as a weapon that can prevent you from becoming an unfortunate victim. Stay safe with Smart Suraksha.

My thoughts on the app: I strongly believe that this app can be used in all emergencies to alert your loved ones. I recommend the developer DARK MATTER INDIA to include a feature to activate the app over voice say HELP ME GOD or any short but meaningful phrase and categorize emergencies under RAPE, ACCIDENT, or any. Based on the keywords said, the app can inform whereabouts to control room, ambulance, etc. My sincere request to the readers is to send this app download link to your loved ones. Stay safe. Stay smiling.

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Sachin Tendulkar - The God of Cricket!


Some loves a sport, some loves a team, but only a few loves an individual and, we call them as SACHINISTS.” – Sarav

In our Nation, SACHINSM is more than a religion, and we call us as SACHINISTS. Since the time, he picked up a bat and started playing cricket as a child, and ‘till the time he announced retirement from all the form of cricket (10–10-2013), he has been a reason for a billion people smile.

He is the God of cricket, he is the heartbeat of our Nation, he could stop time in India, and most of all he has defeated a language. When words like GREAT, MAJESTIC, AMAZING seem inadequate, then came GENIUS, MASTER, LITTLE MASTER, MASTER BLASTER, RUN MACHINE, LEGEND OF THE GAME and so on…still it was enough to describe Sachin, so people used phrases like CRICKET IS MY RELIGION AND SACHIN TENDULKAR IS MY GOD, GOD OF CRICKET, GREAT BATSMAN OF ALL TIMES, SUPER HUMAN FROM INDIA, and many more…still people were not happy so they created 10DULKAR, TONDULKAR, THISTIMEFOR10DULKAR and many more hashtag for a single selfless soul who will be remembered till eternity.

His words when he announced his retirement from ODI on December 23, 2012. "I have decided to retire from the One Day format of the game," he said in a statement. "I feel blessed to have fulfilled the dream of being part of a World Cup winning Indian team. The preparatory process to defend the World Cup in 2015 should begin early and in right earnest. I would like to wish the team all the very best for the future. I am eternally grateful to all my well-wishers for their unconditional support and love over the years."

He has played 463 ODIs, scored 18,426 runs and made 49 centuries, 18 times in nineties, and 96 half-centuries, each of them a world record. He is the first man to score 200 runs in an ODI format and he has many records under his belt.

He then announced his retirement from IPL on May 26, 2013. His words, “This is my last IPL," which he announced casually in a TV interview after winning the IPL cup. "This has been a fantastic season. I thought our third IPL season was the best before this. I think this is the right time to stop playing the IPL. I am 40. Got to accept it. This is the best point to say 'thank you very much' to all the supporters and well-wishers."

He has played 78 IPL matches, scored 2334 runs at an average of 34.83 and a strike rate of 119.81, which includes one century and 13 half-centuries.

And yesterday he, the only player to score 100 Hundreds in International Cricket, announced his retirement from all the form of cricket. His words, "All my life, I have had a dream of playing cricket for India. I have been living this dream every day for the last 24 years. It's hard for me to imagine a life without playing cricket because it's all I have ever done since I was 11 years old. It's been a huge honour to have represented my country and played all over the world. I look forward to playing my 200th Test Match on home soil, as I call it a day. I thank the BCCI for everything over the years and for permitting me to move on when my heart feels it's time! I thank my family for their patience and understanding. Most of all, I thank my fans and well-wishers who through their prayers and wishes have given me the strength to go out and perform at my best.”

So far, he has played 198 Test matches, scored 15837 runs and made 51 centuries, 10 times in nineties and 67 half-centuries, each of them a world record. He is the first Indian to score 50,000 runs in all forms of cricket. For the complete list of his records, I recommend his espncricinfo profile.

I am fascinated by Quotes. I take inspiration from them. And I have listed a few of the quotes said by Sachin below.

“Chase your dreams, dreams do come true. I had to wait for 22 years for India to win the World Cup."

“When people throw stones at you, you turn them into milestones.”

For the complete list of quotes said by Sachin, I recommend this link. He has not only conquered the hearts of a billion people but he has been praised by many people around the world. The best of all is from the Time Magazine:


“When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam. When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to “open” the Nehruvian economy. It seems while Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had another Sachin Tendulkar and we never will”. Time Magazine.

The one from BBC is heart touching:

“Beneath the helmet, under that unruly curly hair, inside the cranium, there is something we don't know, something beyond scientific measure. Something that allows him to soar, to roam a territory of sport that, forget us, even those who are gifted enough to play alongside him cannot even fathom. When he goes out to bat, people switch on their TV sets and switch off their lives.”

One of the most innovative ones was a placard at the Sydney Cricket Ground:

“Commit all your crimes when Sachin is batting. They will go unnoticed because even the Lord is watching.”

A banner is Sharjah said:

“I Will See God When I Die But Till Then I Will See Sachin Tendulkar.” And a fantastic one by a SACHINIST, “GOD wanted to play cricket, so Sachin was born.”

An Aussie journalist Peter Roebuck, Aussie journalist wrote:

“On a train from Shimla to Delhi, there was a halt in one of the stations. The train stopped by for few minutes as usual. Sachin was nearing century, batting on 98. The passengers, railway officials, everyone on the train waited for Sachin to complete the century. This genius can stop time in India!”

Sir Donald Bradman said:

“I saw him playing on television and was struck by his technique, so I asked my wife to come look at him. Now I never saw myself play, but I feel that this player is playing much the same as I used to play, and she looked at him on television and said yes, there is a similarity between the two... high compactness, technique, stroke production... It all seemed to gel!”

Harsha Bhogle, cricket commentator and journalist once said that for every ball Sachin has two shots in his mind. And he gets out when he plays the third one. He also wrote many articles about him. One of my favorite from his pen:


“Think about the man himself. He is 37 years of age. He has been playing almost nonstop for 22 years. The way he was running and diving around the field last night would have put 22 year olds to shame. The way he played the best opening quickies in the world was breathtaking. He just keeps getting better, which is by the way humanly impossible. It’s not for nothing that people call him GOD. Still I don’t want to be in those shoes. We struggle in keeping our monotonous lives straight, lives which affect a limited number of people. Imagine what would be the magnitude of the inner struggle for him, pain both mental and physical, tears that have frozen with time, knees and ankles and every other joint in the body that is either bandaged or needs to be attended to every night, eyes that don’t sleep before a big game, bats that have scored 99 international tons and still see expectations from a billion people. And he just converts those expectations into reality. We watch in awe, feel privileged. Well I think it’s time that his team realizes that enough is enough. They have an obligation, not towards their country alone but towards Sachin. They need to win this one for him. Stay assured that he himself will still deliver and leave no stone unturned to make sure India wins this cup. This is not just a game, and he is not just a sportsman. It’s much more than this. Words fail here...”

Wasim Akram said in an interview:

“I don’t know what to bowl at him. I bowled an inswinger and he drove me through covers of the front foot. Then I bowled an outswinger and he again punched through covers of the backfoot. He is the toughest batsmen I've bowled to. He should live long and score lots of runs, but not against Pakistan.”

Waqar Younis said that Sachin is the best he has even seen and the best one from him:

“He can play that leg glance with a walking stick also.”

Virat Kohli words after India's World Cup triumph:

“Tendulkar has carried the burden of the nation for 21 years. It is time we carried him on our shoulders.”

Shane Warne when asked whom he thought the greatest batsman in the world was said:

“Sachin Tendulkar is, in my time, the best player without doubt - daylight second, Brian Lara third.”

Dennis Lillee said to Michael Kasprowicz, when the latter asked if Lillee could see any weaknesses:

“No Michael, as long as you walk off with your pride that's all you can do.”

Ravi Shastri:

“Sachin has been sent by God to play cricket and then go back.”

Sourav Ganguly:


“He is the greatest cricketer I have ever seen. I haven't seen Bradman, but he is as close to perfection as you can get. His insatiable hunger, combined with incredible talent, makes him a real genius. When people criticise him, all I point to them is the 100 international hundreds. Lara was a great and Ponting too was a brilliant, but Sachin, without any hesitation, is the greatest. He is the best I have ever seen and will perhaps ever see. No batsman in the next 50 years can score 100 international hundreds.”

Ross Taylor:

“I will forever remember Sachin as one of the greatest players of the game. In fact, it is something I look forward to telling my grandchildren in the future -- that I played against one of my childhood heroes. He has been one of the greatest cricketers ever and it has been a privilege playing with him and against him. It can surely rank as one of my cherished cricketing memories.”

Adam Hollioake:

“In an over I can bowl six different balls. But then Sachin looks at me with a sort of gentle arrogance down the pitch as if to say 'Can you bowl me another one?'”

Allan Donald:


“I was bowling to Sachin and he hit me for two fours in a row; one from point and the other in between point and gully. That was the last two balls of the over and the over after that we took a wicket and during the group meeting I told Jonty (Rhodes) to be alert and I know a way to pin Sachin. And I delivered the first ball of my next over and it was a fuller length delivery outside offstump. And I shouted catch. To my astonishment, the ball was hit to the cover boundary. Such was the brilliance of Sachin. His reflex time is the best I have ever seen. It's like 1/20th of a sec. To get his wicket, better not prepare. At least you won't regret if he hits you for boundaries.”

Andrew Symonds wrote on an Aussie t-shirt he autographed specially for Sachin:

“To Sachin, the man we all want to be.”

Andrew Flintoff:

“When you bowl at him you are not just trying to get him out, you are trying to impress him. I want him to walk off thinking 'that Flintoff, he's all right isn't he? I feel privileged to have played against him.”

Hansie Cronje:

“I had to remind Gary Kristen often that he was in the covers to field against Sachin not to applaud him.”

Hashim Amla as he boards a flight:

“Nothing bad can happen to us if we're on a plane in India with Sachin Tendulkar on it.”

Mark Taylor, during the test match in Chennai said:

“We did not lose to a team called India... we lost to a man called Sachin.”

Anil Kumble:

“I am fortunate that I've to bowl at him only in the nets.”

Arjun Ranatunga:

"You get him out and half the battle is won."

Brian Lara:

“Sachin is a genius. I'm a mere mortal.”

Steve Waugh:

“We won with ten, but lost to one.”

Matthew Hayden:

“I have seen God; he bats at no. 4 for India.”



For the complete list, visit his page on WIKIQUOTE. Most of my readers know that I love numbers, so here you go.

This post is a special dedication to my childhood hero Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar with whom my love for cricket started and with whom it will end. So with this post, I announce my retirement as a spectator of Cricket...“It is hard for me to imagine cricket without SRT playing because it's all I have ever done since I was ten. It's been a huge honor to have watched the God play all over the world. I look forward to watch his 200th Test Match Live, as I call it a day.”

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A Colorful Hope


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 42; the forty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "COLOR"

I wake up to the loud horn of a vehicle that passes by. I look around. I see colors everywhere. There is a small thin white bread dipped in red color water to my left, stinking badly. A large bag of brown thin bones with bits of flesh hanging here and there is above my head. *boom* I have stamped on something. Ah! It is a golden-colored round filament bulb. I believe I am lying on a thin silver-colored paper plate that is placed on the top of many decomposed items: broken plastic-toys, old clothes, torn plastic cups, decomposed vegetables and two to three layers of decayed sand. This is also round in shape, but definitely a new place to me – spacious but smelly. Previously I stayed in a place that is oval shaped, blood red colored and a tube running all over my body feeding me when I am hungry. I revolved inside freely, I touched the walls with my tender hands and at times, I played football kicking the walls – probably, the best place to live.

A big drop of ice-cold water falls on my head, then on my lips, face, and all over my body – bloody rain! I am shivering. I scream louder and more loudly hoping someone can hear me. Someone with sharp big white teeth is looking from the top of this round-shaped well; I think she is a dog and yes, she is a big brown dog. She barks. I scream aloud, and then she disappears.

My bad! It is raining heavily. I am shivering badly. I want to live long. I want someone to help me. Oh God, please send someone to help me. When I almost give up, someone holding an umbrella lifts me with lots of love, kisses me on my forehead and says, Dear-o-dear, don’t cry ma. I am there for you. He places me on his right shoulder after wrapping with his shirt, and with his dog on the left shoulder, he walks to heaven holding the umbrella for us – half-naked. I am sure he will color my life beautifully and sensibly!

...after twenty-five years.

I trusted him. Otherwise, I will not have my debut novel published today.

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Software Engineer's Cry ~ Storizen Magazine


A Software Engineer life is not a happy tale to be printed in words, he or she has to undergo a lot of troubles to sustain in the industry. Here is a cry which I scribbled a few weeks back. (based on the inspiration from my project manager and my second project)

This poem has been published in the September issue of Storizen. Please click on the image below to read.


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Struggle of a 30-year-old bachelor


And before I knew it, I had hit ‘Send’. Was I frustrated too much or lost my patience that day? I really can’t answer.

I had so many reasons to stay in this company: my girlfriend, my teammates, and my supervisor. Still I had to quit…though Outlook had a feature to recall sent emails before reading them I decided the other way.

I phoned my girlfriend on her mobile and informed her about my resignation; she got angry and ended my call without speaking any word. Even my friends were angry as well. My supervisor called me on my phone enquiring the reason, but when I said the reason, he called me an idiot and scolded me badly. Everybody had a reason to blame me, but no one was ready to think from my position. I did not resign because they paid peanuts or because they failed to recognize my talent, but for the sake of my small skinny stomach: food.

How could someone resign a good job for the sake of food? Was that the question in your mind, come and stay with me, you would understand why.

That night I could not sleep at all, I was in tears, as she too did not understand me instead of thinking of ways to stay in touch with me, she texted Let’s breakup. Long distance relationships will not work for me.

Hell it was. Next 30 days were the worst days of my life. I left the city without any regrets, as I learnt the difference between love and time pass; real friends and fake friends; everything I learnt in those days made me a self-made man.

Five years have gone now. I have come back to the same place. Memories evoking again like a silhouette of me. I believe that there should not be any problem now. I know cooking a bit. Also, technology has improved. Options have increased. My colleague introduced me to a site called www.foodpanda.in where I could order foods online from pre-defined list of shops: a simple and an easy way to stay tummy full.

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From the pages!


So if you're standing at Gate-A, you move straight and take the second right and then the first left. You move to the last building, take the lift to the 10th floor. Get down, traverse half the round about, move right and the last door that you see is where I live. Alone. That said, it shouldn't be assumed that I'm a loner. I hate being perceived as someone I'm not.

Talking about the present, it's a Sunday and to give you the precision specifics, I'm at one of those moments when one feels like lazing around like a log. Probably thinking something about someone who must be somewhere doing likewise? I have no idea, we haven't really been in touch after our graduation.

Well, to be honest, it's only because of my diary (that I once used to write!) that I'm reminiscing about my room mate. The diary which lies on the bed in isolation as I lay relaxed on the bean bag and look out into the sky. It's gonna rain soon, by the way!

Anyways, if you knew Rohan, you would always want to be around him. Not me, he more often than not, brought sheer embarrassment to me. My batch mates used to find him funny, I felt otherwise. It is easy to like a person when you can make fun of them. I know the behind-the-scenes, I shared a goddamn room with him.

Whoever proposes a girl who doesn't even know who the guy is. And that too with two movie tickets in hand for a already-thought-of-first-date. Rohan wasn't even handsome and rich for the dumb girls to fall for him. Very average and stupid most of the times. He used to wear that Green t-shirt and pink shorts in hostel and memorize lines from movies and serials that he'll speak at the dinner table and make everyone laugh. Ass!

Once he asked me to accompany him to the Spanish classes he had joined. I did, thinking that I'll taste some Spanish. After the hour long boring class, Rohan introduced me to someone he had met since he had started attending the classes. I realized that these guys were going out everyday. I kind of felt happy and while I was walking back to hostel, I had a different sense of amusement. A week later when this guy Rohan was crying inside the room and refused to tell me the reason I realized that he had broken up with her. Why? She was dating someone else. I felt bad then but soon I realized that Rohan still went every evening with that girl so that she could buy something for her boyfriend's birthday. I was furious and so pissed off that I would have nearly slapped Rohan when he was telling me stories of how he is in awe of her when she was shopping with him for her new boyfriend.

He would break window panes in hostel, accidentally pour water on my lab files, bath two times a day, ask you to go out of the room because he wants to change!?! In our room he would use my stuff for all he cared. Wash clothes and spread them all over the room, wanted lights off by 11 pm until a day when I aggressively told him, "Enough". He feared raised voices for a reason I can't tell you just because it was personal to him and I ain't that mean!

During exams, he would constantly chatter and not let anyone study. Called me his 'mentor', liked pictures of nearly everyone on Facebook, sent stupid game requests, and while everyone asked for seasons of those hit English series (like F.R.I.E.N.D.S), he roamed about asking for cartoons!

He had this fascination of having a tattoo made on his neck and on his arm. He chose an occasion for doing so, our Farewell, wow! He had those ear rings (!?!) which contain magnet clamped on to his ears. He was hugging everyone and clicking photos as I watched from a distance. I looked at him and started walking back to our room. As I unlocked our room and started to pack my bags, I found a letter that he had written for me.

I'll be honest, that was an emotional letter though the signature at the end of the letter put me off.

Your mentee
Rohan

Whoever writes that!
I was to leave next morning but I after the letter I learned that I won't be able to face him again. I was getting emotional. I took out a sticky note and wrote "Take care Rohan", stuck it on his almirah and left.

That perhaps was the last of the communication I had with him.
I hated him at times, was irritated most of the times, he embarrassed me by putting me in awkward situations, but I kind of still feel for him more than anyone from college.

I know he's a genuine guy because he found out my new mail id from somewhere and mailed me a couple of times. I never bothered to reply. I felt small.

Anyways, that doesn't take anything away from the fact that he was stupid and involved me in his stupidity somewhere.

Stupid days and silly memories. The heavens are raining already. Cheers Rohan wherever you are.

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