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Tuesday, October 13th, 2009 | Author:

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Monday, October 12th, 2009 | Author:

Happy Birthday VEranDA! Happy Birthday VEranDA! Happy Birthday dear VEranDA, Happy Birthday to you! Many more posts on you! Many more hits to you! Many more readers and listeners! Happy birthday to you!

While I write the blog’s post number 131, I am grinning as I recall the day we came up with the idea. In one of those exciting team meetings, people expressed the desire to create their own space online to chat about things beyond work. We chose the loveliest name in the world. No wonder, it had already been taken by somebody at Blogger and other major blogging sites. Then, Big Boss (no, don’t link this one to Rakhi Sawant or her mother) suggested to run it on our own server. Yes, VEranDA is proudly powered by Veda Informatics. I love that signature at the bottom of the page.

It is amazing to see how newcomers in the team find VEranDA as a place where they get to know more about the team and get accustomed with the culture of the organization. This encourages them to contribute to the blog and express what they feel.

Personally, the blog is very close to my heart. Many members on the team have their own blogs and even I was suggested to have one of my own. But then, whenever I wanted to say something, VEranDA was always there.

The look of the site is adorable. You log on it and feel this is “our own” blog. Nothing left to be desired. As all of us celebrate the anniversary, I would like to appreciate a few people for their commendable contribution towards the success of VEranDA.

· Palash: Even Dhyanchand did not score as frequently as my brother here published posts on VEranDA. A true blogger.

· Harish: Man with the brilliant idea

· Everybody who responded to my killers

Here, I leave you with my 10 favourite posts on VEranDA:

Pet Your Troubles Away

Prelude – The Unlamented Nomad

The Awakening

The Day I Painted My face Orange

Endings

Veda Informatics Blogging Contest

Dedicated to the Techno Savvy Bongs

Union Mechanica

Contemplate on God as Love

Pictures

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Thursday, October 01st, 2009 | Author:

Ghoda agar ghaans se dosti karega, toh khayega kya?

Category: Killers  | 34 Comments
Thursday, September 17th, 2009 | Author:

The Killer Returns:

What was the favorite body part of Raja Harishchandra?

Category: Killers  | 11 Comments
Wednesday, September 16th, 2009 | Author:

When not in office, I think…

Who would have opposed Rupali from switching on the fan?

Who would have distracted the team with killers?

Who would have connived with Priya to annoy Shalini?

Who would have given people a chance to crack gay jokes?

Who else would have laughed at what Arunesh said?

Who would have told Deb B that winters are still a month away?

Whom would Palash mentor?

Who would mentor Asif? (vested interests involved)

Who will gossip with Ranjit in Punjabi?

Who would persuade Vidya, Raji and Hammad to HOB? (Beware Saurav and Maheswaran.. u dirty minds.. there are more things common between them than just the gender.. both are new joinees)

Who would discuss winter vacation plans with Mayank?

Who would eat up Swapna‘s lunch ? Oh no, many people are fighting for that!!

I am coming tomorrow.

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Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 | Author:

“Iss desh ko rakhna mere bachchon sambhaal ke.” You must have heard this song playing on radio or TV on August 15, October 2 or January 26. The patriotic song from the film Jagriti was sung by Mohd. Rafi. However, many people across the border hear this song playing on August 14.

A Rare Message to Pakistani Youth-1957

Somebody in Pakistan also sailed the same kashti to safety from the same toofaan. He also had kids, who were being appealed to. The only difference being that they were being told to rescue the mulq, not the desh. The lyrics and the music are exactly the same. While technically the Pakistani boat reached the shores before the Indian one, this composition is originally Indian. A Pakistani got, as Pritam would say, ‘inspired.’ It must be a time zone issue.

Wait a minute. Am I sounding like bashing a Pakistani? NO. I love the country and its people. With due respect to my national anthem, I declare that I enjoy the Pakistani national anthem more than Jana Gana Mana. However, I have no respect for people who project a stolen piece of work as their own – irrespective of their nationality.

By the way, there is another song “Sabarmati ke sant tune kar diya kamal”. That one became “Aye QaideAzam tera ahsaan hai ahsaan”. This was still creative, considering only the music was copied and Gandhi was replaced with Jinnah. The height of plagiarism, however, was in the video. In the Indian version, a handicapped student is singing the song. The disability of the Pakistani director is visible in his inability to think of something different.

 

Tuesday, July 14th, 2009 | Author:

July 14, 2009. It was a special day. Why? Okay, I am in love with bullets these days:

  • We got to meet people from Qais. The best part of the five minute meeting was how they presented us their business cards. It was so gracious. The moment reminded of my schooldays. It was so similar to all those annual functions when I received a prize from the chief guest.
  • We met Baskar. Two things. The way he shaked hands – that’s how one is supposed to do it. It communicated enthusiasm in the best possible way. Secondly, we got to learn about the concept of KEP. It was great to know how we are making products that make a difference.
  • I worked with Mohanish on a project that required some graphics to be incorporated. While I focused on making the concept understandable, it was great to see him polish every minute detail. He just made it perfect. That’s what we call value addition.

This is three-dimensional stuff.

Thursday, June 18th, 2009 | Author:

A minute ago, I just realized that there was not even a single member of the content team around. Swapna is working, but thousands of miles away. Vidya and Pallavi are also out of town. Ranjit’s leg is still troubling her. Asif and Raji have not been keeping well. Mayank, I guess, is preparing for his exams.  Oh my god, this is sounding like a leave request mail.  But, i am not done. Priya and Shalini have left. Palash, where are you? Oh…here he comes. And, Piyush sir (in our dearest Sachin’s language) ko bahar ghoomne ki hawa lag gayi hai ! 🙂

Missing you all…

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Saturday, May 23rd, 2009 | Author:

Maggie can’t play drums

for the rest of his life…

Neetu can’t say ‘No’

to tying the knot…

Annie can’t come home

late at night…

Rahul can’t relish

the enticing street food…

and I?… I can’t… just leave it.

Bobby can’t vroom

his bike on the road…

Monica can’t keep

a pup at home…

Ali can’t play with

water in the rain…

Sania can’t pray

the God she likes…

and I?…

I can’t… just leave it.

Radha can’t sing

a song aloud…

Mohit can’t call

his uncle who’s no more…

Prachi can’t wear

shorts to office…

and I?… I can’t… just leave it.

Friday, May 01st, 2009 | Author:

X: joote bade sexy hain tere… adidas hain?

Y: kahaan?… hum garib adiddas ki spelling bhi nahi jaante

X: MS Word use kiya karo
X: achcha toh phir kahaan se khareede yeh?

Y: i bot them from sreeleathers

X: ok

Y: par chappal ka mazaa to kuch aur hi hai

X: woh toh hai
X: gandhi ne chappal pehenkar azaadi dilaayi

Y: usne dhoti bhi pehni thi

X: aur advani ko bhi chappal padi

Y: yahan pe status ka mamla tha, advani chappal aur bush joota

X: status nahi culture…purab aur pashchim

Y: sahi ho bhaiyya

X: dekh agar sanskriti ke chakkar mein na pada hota
X: toh khaane ko kamse kam joota toh milta

Y: LOL
Y: par chappal pata pat padti hai jabki joota dhaba dhab padta hai, to chappal hi jeeti yahan bhi

X: main election ladoonga

Y: aur chappal khaunga??

X: toh mera chunaav chinh hoga ‘chappal’

Y: aap toh advani ke padchinhon par chal rahein hain
Y: kaafi stock milega chappal ka janta se

X: but it is any day better than getting into bush’s shoes