MJ - a tribute

When I heard the news that Michael Jackson died, I was shocked and upset too. Though I was not a crazy fan, I liked his dance and songs a lot. Especially the moves he makes, the moon walk, the rotation he does... he set a trend, he set a history, he was a legend.

Ok let me share some of my views on the Jackson I have known. I think it was in mid 90's that I first came to know about Michael Jackson. I saw a small kid doing a break dance in a TV Show. The song was so energetic and the kid did an amazing dance, walked liked a robot to shop, climbed the stairs and did awesome movements. It was then I knew it was a Michael Jackson song but dint know it was "Smooth Criminal" then. Since I was just 15 yrs I was not very good follower of the lyrics but enjoyed the music and hymmed my own lyrics. You will burst into laughter if I tell what I was hymming... "Echa kacha poching, poching, poching" - yeah this is what I was singing along with that song. After few years I thought I got the lyrics right and was singing it as "Any body watching, watching, watching..." but later came to know even that is wrong. Its only when the Net became popular, where we could get anything and everything that I listend to many of Michael Jackson songs and got the lyrcis. So finally the actuall lyrics went this was "Annie are you ok?, So, Annie are you ok?, are you ok Annie?".

After few years happen to be familiar with some of his songs like "Beat It", "Smooth Criminal", "Bad", "Dangerous". I should thank my friend Bala who gave me a CD on MJ. That had lot of videos and I was dumb stuck at the "History video" it was so fantastic and awesome. I was glued to the video by his moon walk. I tried practising moon walk a lot by looking at his video. And it was then I knew Michael was orginally a black guy and turned into white due to plastic surgery. There were lot of news about him that he is not a guy or a girl and he wanted to convert to a girl, he had lot of plastic surgeries. His life is full of mysteries and problems. He had many allegations and especially his relationship with kids. He faced one of his worst times starting from 2002 getting involved in the child molestation.

Though I didnt get a chance to meet him in person, I took a picture with his statue in Wax Museum, in NY. My message to Michael Jackson is that.. "Hey Michael, I'm not sure if you were happy throughout your life but I'm sure you made many happy, you entertained the world, you set a trend, you were an icon, you created history, you are the king of pop and you will be remembered forever..."

And here is me posing as San Jackson. Who would not want to be a super star, king of pop. Atleast in picture, I could pose ... :-)

Beautiful Pics

Some beautiful pics from forward mail

Crazy Sanj

My Version of "Are you Crazy" from Villu

Life, Money and Experience

Money has no memory. Experience has. You will never know what the total cost of your education was, but for a lifetime you will recall and relive the memories of schools and colleges. Few years from now,you will forget the amount you paid to settle the hospitalization bill, but will ever cherish having saved your mother's life or the life you get to live with the just born. You won't remember the cost of your honeymoon, but to the last breath remember the experiences of the bliss of togetherness. Money has no memory. Experience has.Good times and bad times, times of prosperity and times of poverty,times when the future looked so secure and times when you didn't know from where the tomorrow will come... life has been in one way or the other a roller-coaster ride for everyone. Beyond all that abundance and beyond all that deprivation, what remains is the memory of experiences. Sometimes the wallet was full... sometimes even the pocket was empty. There was enough and you still had reasons to frown.There wasn't enough and you still had reasons to smile. Today, you can look back with tears of gratitude for all the times you had laughed together, and also look back with a smile at all the times you cried alone. All in all, life filled you with experiences to create a history of your own self, and you alone can remember them all.The first time you balanced yourself on your cycle without support...The first time she said 'yes' and it was two years since you proposed... The first cry... the first steps... the first word... The first kiss... all of your child... The first gift you bought for your parents and the first gift your daughter gave you... The first award... the first public appreciation... the first stage performance... And the list is endless... Experiences, with timeless memory... No denying that anything that's material cost money, but the fact remains the cost of the experience will be forgotten, but the experience never.

So, what if it's economic recession? Let it be, but let there not be a recession to the quality of your life. You can still take your parents, if not on a pilgrimage, at least to the local temple. You can still play with your children, if not on an international holiday, at least in the local park. It doesn't cost money to lie down or to take a loved one onto your lap. Nice time to train the employees, create leadership availability and be ready for the wonderful times when they arrive. Hey! Aspects like your health, knowledge development and spiritual growth are not economy dependent.

Time will pass... economy will revive... currency will soon be in current... and in all this; I don't want you to look back and realize you did nothing but stayed in gloom. Recession can make you lose out on money. Let it not make you lose out on experiences... If you are not happy with what you have, no matter how much more you have, you will still not be happy.Make a statement with the way you live your life. Respect life, live with passion.Always remember this: "If you wait to be happy u will never be happy!Start living happily, you will be happy forever and ever!" :-)

My First Spray Paint

Here is my first trial on spray paint

Think about it !!!

There is no one good or bad in this world, but thinking makes it so,
What people call congestion in a bus, becomes a atmosphere in a disco...