Workign over teh weekend

I am working over this weekend. A lot work to be completed.
Hope I have to work over next weekend too to meet the schedule. The schdule includes weekends also because of a deadline. In the software industry one team/set of of people suffer because of other teams' misatkes. Now I can take my case as an example where the Manager has not planned properly right from the initial satges which has now resulted in me working over the weekends.
Anyway I think the software guys deserve this. The work in Software industry (as far as I have seen ) is like spikes..work at peak at one time and no work sometimes. The manager has to be blamed for the high loads of work for his inefficient planning.
It is the team member who finishes it by working over the weekend but the appreciation mail from teh BIG BOSSES goes to the manager for efficiently managin the team and allocating resources.

Ok during the weekdays.. I took off for twodays. I was in chennai from last saturday to this tuesday.Had a great time there. Watched 3 movies..Arinthum Ariyamalum,SARKAR and Anniya again.
I celebrated my B'day this year with my family..my mom especially who wanted me to be in Chennai for my B'day. Last year I didnt celebarte it with her inspite of her pleadings. So this time eevn when I had some work here I went to chennai.
My mom got me a lovely Gold Chain and a ADIDAS Tee-Shirt as my B'dy gift.

Yesterday was my mom's b'day and I forgot to wish her in the morning but then I called her in the evening to wish her.My bro took her to the Residency Towers in Chennai and I missed this occassion by being here in B'lore and that too at work.

I got an e-mail forward from my college friend.It was really good so I am posting it here.

The world is full of sons and daughters like you and me I had a marvellous mother, who loved me,Sacrificed for me and helped me in every way possible. In all of my growing up from childhood throughSchool and eventually marriage, My mother was always at my side.And when I needed help with my little ones, She was there for me. A few years ago, we buried this wonderful woman. Can you imagine how I felt when I returned home and Found poem in her drawer written by my mom?The time is nowIf you are ever going to loveLove me now while I can knowThe sweet and tender feelingsWhich from true affection flowLove me now while I am livingDo not wait until I am goneAnd then have it chiselled in marbleSweet words on ice-cold stoneIf you have tender thoughts of mePlease let me know nowIf you wait until I am sleepingThere will be death between usAnd I will not hear you thenSo if you love me, even a little bitLet me know while I am livingSo that I can treasure itNow she is gone and I am sick with guilt Because I never told her what she meant to me. Worse yet, I did not treat her, as she deserved to be treated.I found time for everyone and everything else But I never made time for her. It would have been easy to drop in for a cup of teaAnd a hug but my friends came first. Would any of them have done for me what my mother did, I know the answer. When I called mom on the phone, I was always in a hurry.I feel ashamed when I think of the times I cut her off. I remember too, the times I could have included her and did not.Our children loved Grandma from the times they were babies. They often turn to her for comfort and advice. She understood them. I realise now that I was too critical, Too short-tempered, too stingy with praise.Grandma gave them unconditional love. The world is filled with sons, daughters and a child like me.I hope they see themselves in this letter and realise from it.If this has touched you, please pass it on to all the sons andDaughters who have to praise their mom for everything they are today.


It was in a poem format..but seems to be a big image file..anyway it is worth reading.
Hope to blog regularly from tomorrow.