tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107285552024-03-13T20:53:15.994+05:30This is me!A dreamer with a capital 'D'....always wondering if i've come to an alien planet . Here you will see the world through my eyes......So get ready for a bumpy ride inside my mind!Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-37716083888779876802016-04-14T23:25:00.000+05:302016-04-15T23:37:44.716+05:30Learning Sourashtra
Recently I got a couple of comments on my old post - Sourashtra - An Introduction
Many people had requested for online resources to read/write Sourashtra.
I am sorry I was not able to respond to all those comments earlier.
This is the wikipedia link - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saurashtra_language
The youtube channel to learn the language - https://www.youtube.com/channel/Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-14948178064163340992014-02-10T19:22:00.001+05:302014-02-11T13:37:28.121+05:30I'm Back .. Again!!!
Ok... The previous post was a false alarm.
This time I hope I can post more often.
It is more than a month since the new year began. Still, it is not late to start a resolution.
Today I take up a resolution that I will share my thoughts and knowledge (in addition to my rants n reminiscences, of course!) I have gained in all these years of hibernation from blogging.
Let me start with a tip on Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-58636852978996069532010-12-16T16:31:00.004+05:302010-12-16T16:36:45.843+05:30I'm Back!Hmm.. after 4 years.. back to blogging. Not sure how often I can post. Anyways, wanted to revamp my dull looking blog. And in the process, lost all the gadgets I had in my earlier template .. :-(Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1167322857426927162006-12-28T21:47:00.000+05:302006-12-30T14:39:09.146+05:30Main aur meri TanhayiMy two roomies with whom I shared a good rapport have taken transfer to Chennai. Some would believe it is ‘coz they were so troubled with me around that they escaped to Chennai. And many others (including me) know that what some believe is not true.<?xml:namespace prefix = o />Well, with other roomies too busy in their own cozy worlds, me and my ‘tanhayi’ are left to each other, once again.So Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1166298451301102962006-12-17T01:13:00.000+05:302006-12-17T01:21:51.823+05:30Who am I?I feel so detached from my life and from myself. The image I see in the mirror seems like a stranger to me. Even my own name sounds kinda familiar but at the same time alien enough to ask myself whose name is it? Sometimes, I even ask myself what my name is and come to a conclusion, after a lot of reasoning, that since people around me call me Deepa and my identity cards also show the sameDeepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1162622823789428372006-11-04T12:11:00.000+05:302006-11-04T12:28:56.196+05:30Happy Birthday to me!!!This time, again, I was in Chennai to celebrate my birthday, last weekend. The day was just like any other day, with the only difference that I got more calls than the number of calls put together in a whole year. In fact, my birthday is the only day when people call me. And I am thankful for that. At least they remember that someone called Deepa does exist in this world. The crowning gloryDeepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1158436811773352732006-09-17T01:17:00.003+05:302006-10-22T00:34:03.243+05:30WeekendsWeekends have become more significant than being merely 2 days of a week.Every Monday you get mails saying that there are 5 more days to go for the weekend to come again. And every Friday morning greets you with happy faces in your office beaming with rays of “Thank God it is Friday”.When I think of it, Saturdays and Sundays were never so important before in my life. Now, they are the only days Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1152297300334927272006-07-07T23:57:00.000+05:302006-07-08T00:05:00.366+05:30Thoughts and TearsOne of my pastimes when I’m at home in Chennai is to sit on my house terrace and bask under the usually moonlit, starry and breezy, late night… just close my eyes, be a mute spectator to the random thoughts in their Brownian motion of my fluid memory. The randomness lies in the flow of the thoughts, which bring a smile on my face one moment, making its way to a tear or two the next second and Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1151253172984797462006-06-25T21:58:00.000+05:302006-06-25T22:02:53.000+05:30My experiments with Sports.Sports and I are poles apart. The only day in my school when my heart clangs like huge cymbals with fear is on the Sports Day.I don’t remember what kind of events I used to participate when I was a kid. But the day when I played kho-kho when I was in fifth std. is still clear as a bright sunny day in my memory.It is really funny when I think of it now.People assume that I can run just because I’mDeepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1149530447580290712006-06-05T23:28:00.000+05:302006-06-05T23:30:47.596+05:30You’ve got mail-The End.How would you react if you were reading your forward mails as usual and you get a warning message in bold letters saying,” You have been using your official mail for personal purpose. This has been noted by the company.” You click Ok. And it continues, “A copy of your inbox is being taken as a proof and will be reported to the HR.” You click OK again. The progress bar shows the status of copying Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1147970153783428972006-05-18T22:00:00.000+05:302006-05-18T22:05:53.806+05:30You’ve got mail!Sometimes, when work gets so boring that you feel strangulated within the comforts of your very own cozy seat in your cubicle a.ka your ‘home-away-from-home’, the one thing that comes to your rescue is your mail inbox.I am sure all ‘software engineers’ especially the ones who have joined this industry recently know what I mean.The alert that pops up and the ‘ding’ announcing the royal arrival of Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1145626211530541972006-04-21T18:57:00.000+05:302006-04-21T19:07:32.526+05:30Teenage life!It is always a time for laughter and cheerfulness when I am at my aunt’s home. My 11-year-old cousin is the source of amusement and I keep giggling at everything she says or does.The other day when I had been there, my aunt and mom had gone for shopping and we both were alone at home. We were getting bored, so I asked her to tell about her class.She thought for sometime and exclaimed,” Yea! I Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1145275609740306322006-04-17T17:34:00.000+05:302006-04-17T17:36:49.763+05:30Hostel DaysWe were watching ‘Minnalai pidithu’ song from the Tamil movie Shahjahan on the Sun Music channel… It brought me the memories of the times when I used to stay in hostel during my college days. Actually, any song from movies like ’12 B’, ‘Parthale Paravasam’, ‘Thulluvatho Ilamai’ and other popular songs of that period, take me back to those days.We were eight girls, including me, who had joined theDeepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1143990432299614602006-04-02T20:32:00.000+05:302006-04-02T20:37:12.320+05:30Graduation DayYesterday was our Graduation Day.The Union Cabinet Minister ,Science & Technology and Department of Ocean Development, Shri.Kapil Sibal was the chief guest.His speech was really encouraging. One of the things that he mentioned ,which I felt that it was for me, was to have clear objectives and stand by your principles even if there is no one to support you. That made me realize that the reason whyDeepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1143823309122669392006-03-31T22:08:00.000+05:302006-03-31T22:20:57.936+05:30Misusing your tongue.This happened when we were coming to Chennai by train.We were six girls and were chattering aloud. There was a young couple on the side seat beside ours.I thought I heard them speak a familiar lingo and later realized that they were speaking Sourashtra.The train left at 10.45 p.m and soon it was time to sleep.The lights were still on when I was going to bed by around 11.20 (I was the last one to Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1143370317205285432006-03-26T16:15:00.000+05:302006-03-26T16:21:57.226+05:30This day, last yearI was here ...Silent ValleyDolphin NoseDeepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1142923833086819642006-03-21T12:12:00.000+05:302006-03-21T18:31:02.070+05:30Some SMS forwards...These are two of the sms forwards that my friend got… felt like sharing them with everyone…Life's crazy-What you want you don’t get - LoveWhat you get you don’t enjoy - MarriageWhat you enjoy is not permanent - BoyfriendWhat is permanent is boring – Husband .My nights are becoming sleepless, my days are becoming restless. So I asked God... Is this love?God said...idiot...Summer has started.Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1141827395604570722006-03-08T19:45:00.000+05:302006-03-08T19:55:09.050+05:30Encounters of the musical kindMy sixth semester exams were going on and I was to have an exam the next day.I was getting bored of studying (well, I was actually worried about how I was going to complete studying all the units before 10 a.m. the next day, i.e. before the exam starts). So I was watching MTV for sometime.It was Nikhil Chinnappa’s show going on where he was interviewing a pop singer. The singer sang and played Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1140531603982785742006-02-15T19:44:00.001+05:302006-02-21T19:50:03.986+05:30Queue up, please!The other day, we were in the queue for booking the train tickets to Chennai. There was not much crowd at that time and the last two rows in the ticket-booking center were free. People were also confused which direction the queue was moving.As we were moving slowly, a man (A) jumped the queue and sat between my friend and me.We got very angry and thought he must have mistaken that end to be the Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1140013133965161102006-02-15T19:44:00.000+05:302006-02-16T18:45:53.296+05:30Valentine’s dayCome another Feb.14… another excuse to celebrate “love”. Everyone who has a boyfriend/girlfriend seems to have their day full of plans except us singles.But more than the celebration plans, what keeps most of the people more occupied is what colour dress to wear. The reason being, every colour has a meaning which signals the opposite sex in what stage of love they are in.The colour code may soundDeepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1139406696035374152006-02-08T19:14:00.001+05:302006-02-09T17:31:01.410+05:30The Human PsycheIn the past 3 days, I saw 2 movies that had something (or a lot) to do with the human mind, its power and its unbelievably dangerous side.They were – Secret Window, based on the book ‘Secret Window, Secret Garden’ by Stephen King. Johnny Depp played the central character, Morton Rainey.The other movie was, Psycho II. Here the main character’s name is Norman Bates, played by Anthony Perkins.Both Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1138446760883586362006-01-28T16:41:00.000+05:302006-02-15T09:47:59.696+05:30A day to look forward to.This New Year began well… showing me the path to achieve my dreams. I found a place where I can learn music-instrumental and vocal.I finally got allotted into a project on Jan.12.I went home for Pongal. I met all my cousins and had a nice time.I learnt to play violin from my 12 year old cousin, Ash. It was a thrilling experience to hold the violin and play Sa-Re-Ga-Ma … My another cousin, Srini Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1135945345646719682005-12-30T17:51:00.000+05:302005-12-30T17:52:25.673+05:30Time for a new BeginningWhat a year it has been…2005!All the World is a Stage…and my world was no different. This was the year when I was playing one role in its beginning and a completely different one in its end.There are some similarities as well as differences, as is true just like the two faces of the same coin in every issue, in the two roles.A student in one end (or beginning) of the year and a software Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1133266272428421292005-11-29T17:33:00.000+05:302005-11-29T17:46:40.050+05:30The Night MarketLast Friday evening(Nov. 25), I went to the Night Market at Karunashraya.This was the first time I was attending such an event and it turned out to be a good experience. I went there with some of my colleagues , in our office cab. We took, with us, a box full of old clothes, books and toys, all contributed to the Night Market by our colleagues.The Night Market had several stalls selling old booksDeepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1132805881484831092005-11-24T09:38:00.000+05:302005-11-24T10:48:48.136+05:30Monday morning bluesIt's another one of the "blue-blue-God-bless-you" Mondays. I switch on my computer and thoughtlessly browse My Documents folder and my eyes which were aimlessly wandering on the computer screen catch the name Paulo Coelho under a wordpad file icon. I think it would be another of Paulo Coelho's spirit lifting work. I open it out of curiosity. And the saying Curiosity kills the cat almost comes Deepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299noreply@blogger.com4