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List of states and union territories of india, capital, language, chief ministers, governors etc


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No.





State




Capital




Language





Year
of establishment





Chief
Minister





Governor





Vehicle
Registration Code




1



Andhra
Pradesh



Hyderabad



Telugu



1956


Nallari

Kiran
Kumar Reddy



E
S L Narasimhan



AP



2



Arunachal
Pradesh


Itanagar




English



1987


Nabam

Tuki


Joginder

Jaswant
Singh



AR



3



Assam


Dispur




Assamese



1975


Tarun

Gogoi


Janaki

Ballabh
Patnaik



AS



4



Bihar



Patna



Maithili,
Bhojpuri, Hindi



1935


Nitish

Kumar



D
Y Patil



BR



5



Chhattisgarh



Raipur



Chhattisgarhi,
Hindi



2000



Raman
Singh


Shekhar

Dutt



CG



6



Goa


Panaji




Konkani,
Marathi, Portuguese



1961


Manohar

Parrikar



Bharat
Vir Wanchoo



GA



7



Gujarat


Gandhinagar




Gujarati,
Hindi



1960


Narendra

Modi


Dr.

Kamla Beniwal



GJ



8



Haryana



Chandigarh



Haryanvi,
Punjabi



1966


Bhupinder

Singh Hooda


Jagannath

Pahadia



HR/HA



9



Himachal
Pradesh



Shimla



Hindi,
Punjabi



1961


Vibhadra

Singh


Urmila

Singh



HP



10



Jammu
and Kashmir



Srinagar/
Jammu



Urdu,
Punjabi



1948



Omar
Abdullah


Narinder

Nath class=SpellE>Vohra




JK



11



Jharkhand



Ranchi



Hindi,
Odia, Santali



2000



President’s
Rule


Dr.

Syed Ahmed



JH



12



Karnataka



Bengaluru



Kannada



1956


Jagadish

Shettar


Hansraj

Bhardwaj



KA



13



Kerala



Thiruvananthapuram



Malayalam



1956


Oommen

Chandy



Nikhil
Kumar



KL



14



Madhya
Pradesh



Bhopal



Hindi



1956


Shivraj

Singh Chouhan



Ram
Naresh Yadav



MP



15



Maharashtra



Mumbai



Marathi



1960


Prithviraj

Chavan



K
Sankaranarayanan



MH



16



Manipur


Imphal



Meiteilon

(Manipuri)



1947


Okram

Ibobi
Singh


Gurbachan

Jagat



MN



17



Meghalaya


Shillong




English



1970


Mukul

Sangma


Ranjit

Shekhar
Mooshahary



ML



18



Mizoram


Aizawl



Mizo




1972


Pu

Lalthanhawla


Vakkom

Purushothaman



MZ



19



Nagaland


Kohima




English



1963


Neiphiu

Rio


Ashwani

Kumar



NL



20


Odisha




Bhubaneswar



Oriya
(Odiya)



1948



Sheila
Dikshit


Tejendra

Khanna



OR/OD



21



Punjab



Chandigarh



Punjabi



1966


Prakash

Singh Badal


Shivraj

Patil



PB



22



Rajasthan



Jaipur



Hindi,
Bagri



1948



Ashok
Gehlot



Margaret
Alva



RJ



23



Sikkim


Gangtok




Nepali



1975


Pawan

Kumar Chamling


Balmiki

Prasad Singh



SK



24



Tamil
Nadu



Chennai



Tamil



1969



J
Jayalalitha


Konijeti

Rosaiah



TN



25



Tripura


Agartala




Bengali,
Kokborok



1956


Manik

Sarkar


Devanand

Konwar



TR



26


Uttarakhand



Lucknow




Hindi



2000


Bvijay

Bahuguna



Aziz
Qureshi



UA/UK



27



Uttar
Pradesh



Dehradun



Hindi



1937


Akhilesh

Yadav


Banwari

Lal
Joshi



UP



28



West
Bengal



Kolkata



Bengali



1947


Mamata

Banerjee



M
K Narayanan



WB

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Union Territory

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Sl


No.





Union
Territory





Capital





Language





Year
of Establishment





Lieutenant
Governor (LG)/ Administrator





Vehicle
Registration Code




1



Andaman
and Nicobar Islands



Port
Blair



Hindi,
Tamil, Telugu



1956


Bhopinder

Singh (LG)



AN

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2



Chandigarh



Chandigarh



Hindi,
Punjabi



1966


Shivraj

Patil



CH

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3



Dadra
and Nagar Haveli


Silvassa




Hindi,
Gujarati



1944



B
S Bhalla



DN

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4



Daman
and Diu



Daman



Hindi,
Marathi, Gujarati



1987



B
S Bhalla



DD

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5


Delihi




Delhi



Malayalam



1952


Tajendra

Khanna
(LG)



DL

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6



Lakshadweep


Kavarathi




Hindi



1956



H
Rajesh Prasad



LD

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7


Puducherry



Puducherry




French,
Tamil, Telugu, Malayalam



1954


Iqbal

Singh (LG)



PY

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Cooking a cooking story

It is usual for that bank branch to conduct a “branch-all” employee meeting every month-ending-week’s end, just to discuss about the month gone by and some official gossip time for ladies after that. Being a new joinee, my wife didn’t know about the meeting and also that she had a role to play as part of the corporate ragging for new joinees.

Last Friday afternoon….. my wife’s frantic voice on cellphone – ” ###### (the name she calls me), tell me a story….. want to include it in the extempore presentation imposed on me! I should say a story at the end and it should end with a moral. The VP might be attending.” She had all the fervor in her voice a new joinee usually has.

I was lost for a moment. “Story…eh…I was thinking of one myself to blog about for so long… BTW why is that – A story at the end of the presentation? Oh, might be to wake up all those sleeping in the meeting?” I tried joking.

“Please…will dedicate all my time at home to hear your jokes, but not now….help me. Tell me one good story. It is just 15 minutes for the presentation.”

“Whoa!!Why don’t you say one of those Panchatantra stories or Aesop’s fables?”

“I don’t remember any”, she said. Also I don’t have time to read any new. Just remind me of some story which I already know, but can’t recall.”

“How will I know what all stories you know. Better call your mom and ask what stories she used to tell to make you asleep!!”

“Please……be serious…..lemme cut the phone now, will call you after 5 mins. Meanwhile, I will prepare other topics”

As the number of ‘please’ increased, I started thinking hard for some story she already knows, but doesn’t remember now (what a situation!!!)

After a few mins I called back.
“Look, I thought a lot. But didn’t get an idea what stories you already know. Why don’t you cook your own story for time being. After all it is your first meeting and your first try. It is okay to fail, but fail fast and don’t bore them.”

“Cook my own story? Why did I call you then? Gimme some nice tip at least on what to say”

“Cook a story…ahem…. Idea!!!! (bulb glowing in head ;) )….why don’t you say one of your cooking experiences as a story?”

“My cooking experiences? What will I say as the message?”

“Say about the proprietary Kerala dish that you tried preparing and how it finally ended up in the waste bin without even leaving the possibility of it getting tasted. As the moral, tell them that when one tries cooking something new, never allow their husband to be anywhere near the kitchen because you will never know when he turns the pages of the cooking recipe book in between, and you start with one dish till mid-way and proceed with the second part of some other dish in some other page. BTW take extreme care to put the blame on the low-light conditions you were cooking in.”

A nodding laugh was heard and the phone was cut.

The latest news I heard was that all of them who attended the meeting were busy writing down the dish’s recipe and they never wanted a moral for that story at the end.

Happy X’mas, gifts and clicks

Come Christmas, a lot of unexpected visitors knock my door every year. This year too, announcing the season, a few Xmas cards flew in from different parts of the world and settled on our shelves. We already had a Christmas carol service sang in our house last night and a couple more are due to call in. Christian movements I am part of, mailed that they are planning something for this Xmas and along with our happy Xmas wishes, they needed the blue and green Gandhis in my wallet. Flyers coming along with the newspaper increased dramatically and the beautiful ladies wearing colorful attires caught some of my family members’ attention. A few familiar guys, my credit card bill and Airtel broadband bill, joined a bit late and were found abandoned in the corner of a shelf. However, there was a shocking gift in one of those, which already made my Xmas this year.

It was that weekend, I decided to go through my forsaken bills. I stared for a while at my Airtel broadband bill for the previous month and by just reading the total bill amount alone, I started sweating. Before I fell on the chair, I asked for a glass of water, facing the kitchen and pat came the reply, “Sure, do you want a cake piece with that?” “Hell no, it is not going to be a happy Xmas for us. Keep the cake and come and see this”, I said. The digits that constituted Rs.32,387/- (yeah, Thirty two thousand three hundred and eighty seven it is) danced before my eyes. I picked up my cell phone, rehearsed the known few harsh words, prepared myself to blast Airtel broadband guys, but instead cooled down myself with the glass of water, called my friends, wished them “Happy Xmas” and had some funny discussion on this. One of them joked, “Macha, you don’t need to submit anything else for claiming your telephone reimbursement for 2 years. Nice Xmas gift, right?”

I had read somewhere that Airtel recently spent around Rs.300 crore for their re-branding exercise and it seemed like Airtel was eyeing my sponsorship also through that inflated bill. Was it because of the fears that the 2G spectrum issue may cost them more money to the Government?. Anyway, after dozens of calls to their customer support executives and spending a lot of money on call charges, I had them look my case with urgency. I did a search on the Internet and got all possible mail ids (given below) I could get to reach the top most person to complain about this. A few days(read weeks) later they gave in and acknowledged me that it was a problem at their end as something went wrong in their software during the re-branding exercise (looks like a few others too complained) and said they have given me a discount of Rs. 30,800.

Phew!!, Xmas discount!? That was one heck of a discount I have ever got on anything. I wanted to shower them with bad words, something which I don’t have much expertise in. I had only one thing to ask them. “What if I didn’t complain and followed up continuously? Wouldn’t you have taken the money happily and made a fool out of me?” No answer. Later I got another 1000 rupees discount too, but that is another story.

For a few days after that, I forgot the message Jesus spread the world by his birth or why people celebrate Xmas. After all he said to love people, not corporates. Thoughts of revenge had grappled my mind’s control. I fervently wish I could punish Airtel directly for the false charges. But other than sharing the same last name, I don’t have a connection with the tainted CVC, P.J. Thomas. Also I knew that the time or money I spent won’t come back to me, not forgetting the mental agony I went through. But I desperately wanted to present Airtel an Xmas gift to satisfy my soul.

Everyday after the incident, whenever I connect to the Internet, I go to google.com and type “prepaid” or “broadband” or “digital TV” or any combination of keywords that I think of, which makes Google put an Airtel ad in the sponsored results. Even those “gmails”, which listed relevant text ads next to them, were also noted promptly. I happily click on the sponsored Ad featuring Airtel and I was happy Google getting the rewards in dollars. Even bing.com and yahoo.com got their shares sometime. I wish Wikipedia too had some ads displayed in their pages and I would have been happy clicking Airtel ads there too. For a few days, this exercise continued and my friends who had similar experiences with Airtel in the past, vowed to help. It was a gifting time to the sites who had helped me someway, all at the expense of Airtel.

Happy Xmas, Airtel. I know you are wondering why your Adwords/Ads spending shot up this Xmas season with no much increase in revenue. I know it. Probably a few of my friends know it too ;)

Easo

PS.  1) Airtel broadband customer care email ids

Local call Centre, Mylapore/Guindy – “121″ <121@airtelindia.com>, “121″ <121@airtel.in>,

Customer care, Tamil Nadu <Care.Tamilnadu@airtel.in>

Nodal Officer, Tamil Nadu – <nodalofficer.tn@airtel.in>

Appellate Officer, TamilNadu – <appellate.tn@airtel.in>

Nodal Officer, South India – <nodal.southabts@airtel.in>

Appellate Officer, South India – <appellate.southabts@airtel.in>

OmbudsPerson Delhi – <Ombudsperson@bharti.in>

Success and Failure – different takes

“If you win you need not explain…
But if you lose you should not be there to explain”

-Adolph Hitler

………….. a problem developed. Instead of the satellite going into orbit, the whole rocket system plunged into the Bay of Bengal. It was a big failure.

That day, the chairman of the Indian Space Research Organization, Prof. Satish Dhawan, had called a press conference.  Prof. Dhawan, the leader of the organization, conducted the press conference himself. He took responsibility for the failure……… Now, I was the project director, and it was my failure, but instead, he took responsibility for the failure as chairman of the organization.

The next year, in July 1980, we tried again to launch the satellite — and this time we succeeded. Again, there was a press conference. Prof. Dhawan called me aside and told me, ‘You conduct the press conference today.’

I learned a very important lesson that day. When failure occurred, the leader of the organization owned that failure. When success came, he gave it to his team. The best management lesson I have learned did not come to me from reading a book; it came from that experience.

- Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam

Which one do you like to follow?

- Easo Thomas

“I just put a LION in the hole.”

Preamble

The author assumes that people who read this have basic knowledge of carom game.

Last weekend, I went to play the Inter-corporate carom doubles tournament at Nehru Stadium in Chennai. Though we went down in the quarter finals, after a paltry performance, I had enough time to watch a kid with his mom hanging around there. It seems his dad came to play carom, and they just accompanied him.

A few other incidents woven together to this one, I thought of this short conversation that might happen somewhere in Chennai at a later date. It is written in conversational style, where alternate sentences are by the same person. In the conversations below, I am introducing two kids and a Mom. You make sure you understand who’s who when you read on.

First Part – Some house in Chennai, a kid talking to his mother.

“Mommy, I ain’t going school tomorrow on. I hate being there.”

“Whats the matter dear. Did the teacher cane you? Did you quarrel with someone? A fight? Do I need to talk to your class teacher?”

“Nooooooooo. Nothing like that. What irritates me is that my friends show new flashy stuffs everyday and I don’t have anything to show them. Every day they say new things that they did or saw and most of the time I have no clue on what they talk about. They call me a fool now.”

“I can’t get you new things now. Will think about it next year. Here is what you should do when they boast about themselves. Pretend that you have either seen it already or used it earlier and got bored. Also never give a chance for them to score over you. Play it down by showing no interest or term it silly. He will surely feel bad and after a few attempts he wont show off any more.”

“Ok Mom, I will try that next week.”

Second Part – A School in Chennai. It is a Monday and two kids are in conversation during the lunch break.

“Hey, I went to Nehru Stadium last weekend with my dad to watch the inter-corporate carom game tournament. We had a nice time there. While my dad was playing the tournament match, I played two games with my Mom there and lost one because I put the STRIKER in the hole twice.”

The second boy had never heard of carom game earlier. Also what he heard was “TIGER” instead of “STRIKER.” He remembered his mom’s words, and without a moment of hesitation, he replied, “Eh, that is all? It is a long time since I played it last. And you said you put only TIGER.  Dude, I put a LION in the hole back then, and that too thrice, and still won. You know, LION is bigger and stronger than TIGER.”

The first boy had no clue and drew blank. “Did you say you put LION in the hole thrice. LION!!! What are you saying? There ain’t any LIONs in carom”, he squeaked after a while.

The second boy sensed blunder and guessed, “Looks like LION cannot be put in a hole. Only elephant are caught in that way.”  He regained composure and said, “Oh, poor me, I forgot. It was an elephant that I put in hole thrice and I had a tough time taking it out. Every time my mom, dad and grandfather helped me.”

The first boy was close to nuts. “Hey dude, What are you saying? There are no elephants and lions. Looks like you played some other game.” His voice came down and instead of excitement on his face, he was anxious.

The second boy understood that he was in deep shit. He had to come out of the conversation by saying something and all he thought about was some animal that can be associated with a game. It was then he remembered seeing a horse bust in a chess board, though he didn’t know what game that was. Also he wasn’t sure whether there was any hole involved. Still, he gathered all his courage and said to the other kid.
“You know, it was a horse that I put in the hole. I took it by it’s head and slowly put it in the hole. It had only a head and neck. But trust me,  I didn’t kill it.”

The first boy was already on his heels ;)

When “someone” is more important than “something”

Everything that happened, happened for good and I am back! No, I wasn’t anywhere else to be back. I was very much present here and everything was just around me or in computer terms, a click away. Still I stayed away from my blogs for almost 6 months, and a lot happened in between. The only thing, in my knowledge, that didn’t change all these months was the visitor count to my blogs which had stagnated on a prime number I hated.

At first, I felt I should blame the events that happened in between for my absence from blogosphere. I was distressed that I wasn’t doing justice to my fellow friends who gifted me this space and opportunity and wasn’t respecting their intentions. It was even sadder that I wasn’t following my friends’ blogs too. But gone were the days which really transformed my life for ever. I had to take a complete 180 degree turn on the daily routine I was following till 5 months ago and now, I am a completely changed man. It isn’t just about the blogs or about writing. I stopped playing soccer on weekends and table tennis late night after my office hours, became regular to church on Sunday mornings, drove to restaurants at distant places, visited malls and theatres often and as a result of visiting all the zoos and parks in the city, I can now tell the number of Nile crocodiles or the number of white tiger cubs in captivity in the city.

Wedding RingsSuspense apart, I got married last summer, May 3rd to be precise, and things changed radically thereafter. I started seeing, interacting, talking, joking, suggesting, guiding and being guided by, a new person all of a sudden. My priorities somersaulted and I had to always wait for my better half’s suggestion before taking the next course of action on anything, as I was told so by my parents and also as instructed more than once by the parish priest during the ceremony. Days passed by and I was mustering strength to master the art of husbandry caring and I was completely lost in that and slowly I forgot about my adopted baby, my blog, waiting for my attention.

I always wanted to swiftly “Ctrl+T” (shortcut to open a new tab in a web browser) and open my blog to scribble some random words when I was explaining about Blogs, Forums and Internet in general to my not-so-techie wife. Several times, my mind slipped into random thoughts about the topic to blog and the very next moment I realized that “someone” sitting next to me is more important than “something” that strays into my mind to blog about.

I am really grateful to Randy Pausch for his valuable piece of advice in “The last lecture” , to give importance to your beloved souls than your lifeless stuffs. May his soul rest in peace and he be remembered for his words.  I learned that I should never let my partner feel that I am caring something else more than her and wanted to devote my full attention to her.

Now that several months have passed since the D-day, I have got some relaxation and I feel that I’m back on the rails. Except for my friends, who had gifted me this opportunity, I know no one is waiting for my blog. But to my happiness and satisfaction, I have got one more person to encourage me to blog and it is none other than my wife. I’m glad to say that the last 6 months of inaction has done more good to me than I thought, as I was grooming my spouse to be a good listener and after listening to me for hours about various things under the sun, she finally said to me, excited, “I think it is better if you can write it as a blog so that your friends can also read and enjoy your thoughts”. Though I didn’t hear her whispering, I presume her addendum to that sentence was, “and save me from boredom!”.

image courtesy – http://www.reception-wedding.com/wedding_rings.htm

Lent, rules and me

Christians, almost all factions, observe lent now. Though it is to prepare to commemorate the brutal pains, the passion and resurrection that Jesus went through, nowadays all people seem to celebrate it. As urban culture prevails, people need some days to celebrate themselves, and hence all those “red calendar days” are marked for celebrations, including Good Friday.

I could recall from my childhood days about the disciplinary actions to be taken while observing lent. On lenten days meat, milk products, and eggs were all forbidden, and only one meal a day could be taken. Marriages weren’t allowed, and married couples were expected to behave as brothers and sisters. Dancing and entertainment were forbidden too. The rules of fasting were so severe that people started excusing themselves from obeying them and made their own rules. The rules in their present form, as I know, are

  • You can continue feeding on 3 or 4 meals a day. You can use milk in whatever forms you would like to use it. Otherwise milk price may fall and become cheaper than mineral water, which may not be likened by major corporates selling mineral water and church couldn’t stand their wrath.
  • You are not allowed to dance for entertainment, but you can watch TV reality shows as much as you can as there is no mention of it in the rules.
  • Meat and fish prices tend to fall these days and you are allowed to buy it and stock it as much as you can for later use. You can even make pickles out of it and keep for future use.
  • You need to remember the phrase, “Don’t you know it is lent now?.“, and should rather say it loudly whenever someone says something about spending money

Though I was lazy as usual during the lent and not much concerned about the rules, I remember observing it without breaking any of the rules.

  • I restricted myself from taking non-veg items, but excused myself and had gravy of Chicken and Mutton dishes apart from milk items. The term ‘gravy’ is not mentioned in the rules, so as rice in Chicken Biryani
  • Right from day one of the lent period, I stopped staring at girls on my way to office, but continued to check whether people crossing me were dressed well
  • I stopped watching movies and songs in TV which had more of “masala” rich content by the time I reached home after office, but restricted myself to the major cricket tournament that is happening now. It was raining sixes and fours in the tournament and hence cameramen were busy shooting the curves and curls of imported white skin. No rules say that I should not watch cricket.
  • Enthused about doing charity, asked a begging boy before the eatery whether he would like something to be bought for him by me. He was happy and I let him order for himself and once he finished, he said, “This is good enough for my brother, sisters and my mom. Shall I order another set of dosas for my father“. One three digit, blue Gandhi, was missing from my wallet when I came out of the shop and I heard someone whispering behind me, “that boy just showed him who is smarter
  • I felt sorry for not giving treat to my friends on my birthday as celebrations are not allowed during lent. I am happy that I didn’t break rules
  • I went to church on all Sundays to pray, and not for the special lenten food they served after mass

Having said all these, I fervently wish and wait the year I could observe lent in all its purity in this busy world.

Finally, the baby is born

Well, finally, I just gave birth to this beautiful baby. The desire to conceive and deliver was there in me for long, but the pregnancy period was longer than any mammal in the world, and finally, I am happy that I delivered. You wont be much surprised hearing that for sure and would say, “dude, seems you were holding it back for a Guinness record, weren’t you?“. If you know me earlier as this young wannabe chap with crazy ideas and stupid thoughts, I am sure you would have murmured it already, “this guy has gone nuts!!!“.

Well, what is all this fuss about then?. I am happy that you just dropped by with baby-pack to meet the newborn and its happy parents. “Oh, wow!!! Easo Thomas, How did you do it man ?“, you may ask me then. Neither did I exhibit any magical powers or face much trouble as the Greek God Zeus who delivered Dionysus from his thigh after keeping it there for 3 months. The only thought that retracted me all this long was the culture in which I should raise the baby. Seems am not alone in this agony and the baby’s fathers have a say here…..Jeez…. “did you say ‘fathers’??” Yes dude….quite a few…..”OMG!… this guy delivers a baby and he agrees that the baby has got fathers“…..dude… relax… read on…take guard…

Sylvian Patrick

I’ve been long wanting to write a blog and have always wondered what was pulling me back from compiling the first blog post. I am very glad that I finally broke the jinx. I was much worried about the readers than about myself. I never wanted someone to read my blog and bang his fist on his computer cussing, “If that guy is gonna put one more crappy post like this, this will be on his face“. I even feared people who accidentally land in my page from Google and say, “God, if I had spent a little extra time finding bugs in my code, rather than reading this crap, Lehman Brothers would have never gone bankrupt and we would have no recession and …….what not!!!“. One thing for sure, anyone reading me will get more confidence that they can write even crappier things and well….. I know, you got my point.

It was only a few days back on March 19, when I turned 29, did my friends think of this wonderful idea to shut me up and to escape my annoyance. “Book a website domain and some space for Easo Thomas on the Internet and gift it to him on his birthday“, someone commented in my absence and others were very happy about this idea of belling the cat. My rants on lunch table had gone beyond limits and my stories and travelogues were sung along with me as and when I opened my mouth to talk rather than filling it with sambar and rice. I was never ashamed of (shame… what the heck is that???) repeating incidents to fill a void on our lunch table and my friends were ashamed to tell me back that I was repeating the same story ever since I met them. I am happy that I got this wonderful set of friends that they never punched me, but always produce a full bloom smile and gesture each other, “Oh no, not again!!

Sam aka Joe

Good or bad, they have done this to me and have taken the responsibility and pains (pains…father…, whats wrong man…) to father my new born, http://easothomas.com. Am thankful to all of them and I firmly believe that it is my responsibility to baby-sit and watch it grow. Do come visit occasionally with your gifts and wishes, whenever you get time, and am sure you wont be disappointed.

And finally for filling the registers, here are the fatherly figures. For sure these dignitaries need a much more better introduction than this. Will reserve that for a separate post. You can find their comments as separate posts below.

1) Sreelesh Pillai, http://sreelesh.com

2) Ashish Mani Kuriakose – http://lucidconfusions.com

3) Sylvian Patrick – http://sylvianism.com

4) Joe aka Sam – http:/www.potofthots.com

5) Prakash Vin – Omnipresent

Before I close the room for a little privacy with my newborn, a word of thanks to all my friends and colleagues for their wishes and support and I take this opportunity to remind them that am gonna irritate them more in the coming days…. stay tuned.

A different birthday gift (we think)

Happy Birthday, Easo!

May you enjoy years and years of writing! :)

Thomas Easo…

Should I write.. I am bad at this !!!
Thomas Easo, thats how my iPhone names him. Candid, gritty, outspoken and cutely sentimental. I love the arguments which we have on the lunch table and hope it continues.

I hope you write. Otherwise i will make sure i write about you and your escapades in Singapore and Bali..
Many more Happy returns of the Day