Photos Tell Yet Another Story...

I met with an accident recently when i was riding on a bike with my friend. A minor one. Escaped with a few bruises. However the police wanted us to file a case and asked us to go to one of the government hospitals here and get first aid so that they can register our case and carry on with the investigation ( actually we were the victims of a hit and run case ).
So we went there and the sight I saw there was appalling. To show you the contrast, let me first show you some pictures of a government hospital in the UK run by the NHS....






























































Now, let me show you some photos I took at the Royapettah Government General hospital....

Photos Tell A Story....

It was Diwali here recently( if you dont know what diwali is, well, its apparently a festival where people burn money in different ways and watch stupid TV programs). So if you check out my last year's diwali post you will understand that I loathe this so called festival...

There is a documentary series called PLANET EARTH, a BBC production. I started watching it recently and that show gave me a whole new perspective of our planet... The sheer beauty of it is absolutely mindboggling... Here are a few snapshots of certain pristine sequences in the show..






















































Now this is just to give you a rough idea of the show and of the marvel that our planet is....




On the other hand, i took a few photos on my phone during diwali....























































What a contrast... these pics were taken in just one street... the same happens throughout the nation on this particular day... jus think about the damage we are causing.... all i am asking you right now is to take a moment and think about our planet's fragile nature before doing anything stupid.........

Khaane ke liye ya parcel saaab....

Chat (the 'a' part is pronounced similar to the 'a' in cart) is a unique food variety. North indian basically, but because of its wonderful taste and different style it has become quite popular all over india. Chennai, a metropolitan city in the south of india, where the people speak tamil, is an example of the popularity chat items have gained. One can fine 'chat corners' virtually everywhere. However, these chat corners are predominantly run by north indians, who either know little or no tamil. So its kinda mundane to see a tamilian talking animatedly to the chat shop owners to make them understand what they actually want. With dishes with names like 'Dhai paapdi chat', 'Jhal moodi', 'Chenna Samosa' etc, it can be pretty amusing to note the way the tamilians and the joint owners pronounce each name. The following is an incident that happened to me some time back. I must confess at this point that my hindi sucks to the core...
There is a chat corner in my locality where i am a regular. One evening i went there and.....
(Only people who know hindi will be able to understand what follows)
Me: Mmmmmmm namaste bhai... ek.... ek.... chenna samosa chahtha tha.

Him: (looks at me in a quizzical manner) khaane ke liye ya parcel saab?

Me: ummmm.. khaana khaana.

He takes a plate and start making the chenna samosa...

Me: Bhai... Kaaram kuch kuch hota hai ( I wanna say " brother, please add only a little bit of spice)

He shows no signs of understanding what i have just told him...

Me: Hello... Ji, Kaaram kuch, sweet jaasthi ( I wanna say " Sir, lil spice, more sweet)

He smiles at me and continues adding all the ingredients.. I start getting irritated..

Me: Jaldhi karo.. bohut kaam iruku ( I wanna say " Soon i have work")

His smiles turn into giggles now... I stand with my hands folded, impatiently...

Then the most unexpected thing happened.. He turned to another guy inside the shop and said

"Dai, andha omma podi eduthu thaa" (Dude gimme that omma podi... in tamil)

Me: Yow! Unakku tamil teriyuma!! (Do u know tamil!!)

Him: Hahahahah nallave theriyum saar (I know tamil very well)

Me: Aparam edhuku inga na hindi la kashta padum bodhu summa irundha?! (Then why were u silent all this while when i was struggling to speak in hindi?!)

Him: Samma comedya irundhudhu bhai... Adhan... hahaha ( It was very funny bro)

Me: Ada paavigala! (Oh my!)

Him: Indha maari dhan saar elaarum. Engala paatha odane hindi mattum dhaan theriyumnu nenachu ishtathuku hindi la olaruvaanga.. naangalum comedy kaaga apdiye tamil theriyaadha maari nadipom... indha kada mattum ila.. naraya chat kada kaaranga supera tamil pesuvaanga.. Ungala maari neraya per kuch kuch hota hai, dil to pagal hai nu lam solirkaanga.. oruthar ek gaon mein ek kisan ragu thatha nu lam solirkaaru hahahahaha (Only ppl who know tamil can truly appreciate these lines)

Me: Aahaaaa... indha matter theriyaama na neraya chat kadaiki poi hindi la poondhu veladirkene!! ( I have been to many chat shops and spoken a lotta hindi without knowing this!)

Him: Hahahaha jakardhaya irunga saar... (Be careful sir)

From that day i decided i will never talk to a chat shop guy in hindi.. even if he really doesn understand tamil...

P.S:
Moral of the story : Ek gaon mein ek kissssaaaaaaaan ragu thatha

Blog Wars Episode I : The Return OF the KD....

Hello folks. First of all i have to apologise for disappearing all of a sudden. I am terribly sorry. I seriously dont have a valid reason for not bloggin for so long. I just dint feel like it! But then thanks to " Arati Jere ", i visited her blog after ages and suddenly i missed bloggin. So here i am...

Recent Development :
Well, i have composed and recorded two songs in this gap... Here is the link... I sincerely request anyone who can spare the time to listen to them to give me their feedback....

http://www.humpvi.com/html/musicians_page/PLM_Kedharnath_Sairam.html

Many more posts coming up... stay tuned
and ' May the force be with you' lol

Birthday and Buttscratch II : The Consequence of Pathetic Gifts....

I thank everyone who wished me on my birthday and i am happy to inform you all that i have recovered completely from that itchy allergy...
So what did i get as gifts this birthday..... let me think... mmmm.... yea...
1. 2 mangoes
2. A pen
3. A gift voucher
4. Few cards
Could a birthday BE more pathetic?!
Lets now see what i got for my last birthday...
1. A watch
2. Few cards
3. A wind chime (wtf)
4. A cd case

And as we move back into every birthday that i have survived, the list of pathetic, meaningless gifts jus goes on increasing....
So i was thinking the other day, why is it that i always end up getting the stupidest gifts on earth... and i realised... The only person who really knows what i want is me... so i decided that every birthday i will get myself a new gift which is neither pathetic nor useless....
So this birthday i got myself a new phone : Nokia 6233 and i also booked the 7th Harry potter book! The first birthday with buttscratch and useful self gifted presents.....

Birthday and Butt Scratch....

Turning nineteen has never been more morose in human history. I have been down with viral fever for the past three days. Apparently, some drug the doc prescribed induced allergic reactions in my pathetic system. So i have been covered with these incredibly annoying red patches all over my skin. It started of on my back... slowly moved on to my chest... and then my abdomen... and then my limbs... so i am pretty much reddish now... I am a red indian!... oh crap, my sense of humour has degraded too!...
So last night i was lying on my bed reading a book... and simultaneously scratching all those itchy areas... and suddenly i realised that the allergy has slowly moved south and was conquering my butt cheeks... So when the flurry of phone calls began, all i could answer back to all those "many more happy returns of the day" was... "huh? yea.. thanks.. mmm.. thanks" cos a mojority of my attention was diverted into scratching my itchy bottom... The worst part is, everytime someone said "happy birthday dude", the itching increased considerably! Trust me, birthdays with itchy butts are totally the opposite of happy....

The Gym Paradox...

I have always been a fan of paradoxes.... Like the 'Time Travel paradox'... The 'God' being omniscient and omnipotent paradox... But i was amused to discover that there is a paradox in my life right now! I prefer calling it 'The Gym paradox'....
I earn a decent amount of money by singing in a couple of Indian music bands... and using that money, I pay my own mobile phone bills, and other such expenditures... Kinda independent and try not to bother my parents much when it comes to personal monetary needs.
To add to the already existing list of expenditures, I joined this Gym to 'build my body', which demands a quarterly subscription fee of Rs.1000....
I cant go to the Gym in the mornings because of the damned engineering college that i go to which is like almost and hour's journey from home... thus the only time i can afford to go to the Gym is after i come back.. say around 6 pm.... However, if i have a concert, it will be only in the evenings... Thus i cant go to the Gym when i have a show to perform...
So to sum up, the paradox is like this :
" I have to sing and earn money in order to go to the Gym... But i cant go to the Gym because i have to sing and earn money!"

Mosquito... parasito... Shockito... Finnito!!!...

I am absolutely perplexed by the sudden inflammation of the mosquito population in Chennai. I have never seen so many of them in all my life. They are in every nook and corner of every one's house... It is as if the mosquitoes are here for 'Payback'..... First there was DDT, and the next generation of mosquitoes got stronger and DDT got concentrated in the food chain... and making the next generation of humans less stronger...
We kept making more toxic chemicals to eradicate mosquitoes... and the process continued... resulting in stronger mosquitoes and weaker humans... we had everything from mosquito mats to the most recent ' ALL OUT - Adhi naveena german technology' or what ever crap that is... hence its a vicious circle... stronger mosquitoes, weaker humans... the last big mosquito 'Attack' being a particular disease called 'Chikunguniya'... It was kinda similar to how it was when the tsunami struck.... a majority of the people dint even knew that such a thing existed, but after the unfortunate disaster, everywhere u went, there was talk about it... likewise for 'Chikunguniya'.
I have always been this person who would not hurt other living creatures unless it is extremely needed, like in self defence... So in the initial stages of this 'mosquito pay back', i preferred not to harm the mosquitoes... after all, sucking blood is what they do for a living... However, people in my house would go berserk... killing mosquitoes as if they were destined to do so... i would always ask them not to kill the 'poor creatures' (being the Buddha that i am lol)....
My 'indifferent' behavior to 'Operation- Kill 'em all' invited a hell lot of criticism, especially from my mother... She could have as well been the commanding officer of a human 'retaliation' against the mosquitoes....
This was when a very innovative and effective device came to the market.... Behold...'The Mosquito Bat'... It is like this small badminton racket... Electric current passes through the net of the racket... So when you swing the bat in a place where there is a swarm of mosquitoes, they get electrocuted and die on the spot... quite and ingenious solution to the domestic mosquito problem... and my mom bought this product to help her in her struggle....
The bat proved to be a boon to her killer instincts... every two minutes i could hear a 'ZAAP PHAAT PHAAT PHATTTT' (the mosquito being electrocuted and then bursting into a flash)... I was never an admirer of the bat (being the Buddha that i am)....
It happened a couple of weeks back... The time was 11:55 pm, and as usual, i was sitting in front of my computer watching a movie.... the mosquitoes decided to make their attack then... They swooped in from every corner of the room... like the British Royal Air Force... and landed on my skin... i was too involved in the movie that i did not notice at first... Proboscis after proboscis after proboscis pierced into my skin and started sucking an innocent man's blood.... The tingling sensation lifted me off the trance that the movie had put on me... and i was terrified to see the incredibly huge number of mosquitoes had turned up for 'the night's party'.... This is exactly one of those situations where self defence comes into play.... where you can not show compassion to the creatures that is inflicting so much pain... a creature that sucks on your blood... Survival of the fittest... and it was time to show who was the fittest... Me or those mosquitoes.... I got hold of the bat, like a Jedi wielding the Sabre Light Sword for the very first time.... I poised myself for attack.... FIRE!.... I swung the bat in all directions... electrocuting all the wretched mosquitoes... "ZAAP ZAAPP PHATT PHAATT PHAT PHAT ZAAPPP ZAAPPPP DIE YOU BLOOD SUCKING BASTARDS! DIE DIE DIE!!!! ZAPP ZAPPP PHATT PHATT" It was a blood bath in there....
After i was done killing them all... I was left with a sense of euphoria... i had done it... i had mastered the use of the mosquito bat... and i managed so save a major portion of my blood... and i had taught the mosquitoes a lesson... Muhahahahahahahhahahahahaha......... I am more happy about the fact that the mosquito bat is indeed an invention that could actually break the vicious circle.... There is no way these mosquitoes can become resistant to few volts of electricity.... or could they???............ maybe in a few thousands of years we will know.....

A Change Of Sesons...

It is quite surprising how so many things can change in just one year... I have been around for 18 new year eves.... but this is the only year where i feel i have actually grown wiser... Situations and circumstances have made me stronger... This year sure was a very long one...
To start with, I had 3 semester exams in all this year! But thats not what made me wise anyway (come on! semesters? making people wise??!)... I realised doing engineering was nothing but a way to waste four years of your life... I have had my share of happy and sad moments... I have made my share of mistakes and good deeds... but this feeling... the feeling of becoming wiser, its very new to me... and it instills confidence and strength in me....
I am reminded of a song called "A Change OF Seasons" by my favourite band "Dream Theater" now... It revolves around a man, who is very innocent at first.. and later goes through a lot of things and finally says he is wiser now... The lyrics and music is such that... each emotion is portrayed as a different season... It truly is one hellova song...

I. The Crimson Sunrise
(Instrumental)

II. Innocence
I remember a time
My frail, virgin mind
watched the crimson sunrise
Imagined what it might find
Life was filled with wonder
I felt the warm wind blow
I must explore the boundaries
Transcend the depth of winter's snow
Innocence caressing me
I never felt so young before
There was so much life in me
Still I longed to search for more
But those days are gone now
Changed like a leaf on a tree
Blown away forever
into the cool autumn breeze
The snow has now fallen
and my sun's not so bright
I struggle to hold on
with the last of my might
In my den of inequity
viciousness and subtlety
struggle to ease the pain
struggle to find the sane
Ignorance surrounding me
I've never been so filled with fear
All my life's been drained from me
The end is drawing near....

III. Carpe Diem
'Carpe diem, seize the day'
I'll always remember
The chill of November
The news of the fall
The sounds in the hall
The clock on the wall ticking away
'Seize the Day'
I heard him say
Life will not always be this way
Look around
Hear the sounds
Cherish your life while you're still around

"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying."

We can learn from the past
But those days are gone
We can hope for the future
But there may not be one
The words stuck in my mind
alive from what I've learned
I have to seize the day
To home I returned
Preparing for her flight
I held with all my might
Fearing my deepest fright
She walked into the night
She turned for one last look
She looked me in the eye
I said, 'I Love You...Good-bye'

"It's the most awful thing you'll
ever hear."
"If you're lying to me..."
"Oh, you dearly love her."
"...just have to leave... all our lives."
"Seize the day!"
"Something happened.
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may."
"She was killed."

IV. The Darkest of Winters
(Instrumental)

V. Another World
So far or so it seems
All is lost with nothing fulfilled
Off the pages and a T.V. screen
Another world where nothing's true
Tripping through the life fantastic
Lose a step and never get up
Left alone with a cold blank stare
I feel like giving up
I was blinded by a paradise
Utopia high in the sky
A dream that only drowned me
Deep in sorrow, wondering why
Oh come let us adore him
Abuse and then ignore him
No matter what, don't let him be
Let's feed upon his misery
Then string him up for all the world to see
I'm sick of all you hypocrites
holding me at bay
And I don't need your sympathy
to get me through the day
Seasons change and so can I
Hold on Boy, No time to cry
Untie these strings, I'm climbing down
I won't let them push me away
Oh come let us adore him
Abuse and then ignore him
No matter what, don't let him be
Let's feed upon his misery
Now it's time for them to deal with me

VI. The Inevitable Summer
(Instrumental)

VII. The Crimson Sunset
I'm much wiser now
A lifetime of memories
run through my head
They taught me how
for better or worse, alive or dead
I realize there's no turning back
Life goes on the offbeaten track
I sit down with my son
Set to see the Crimson Sunset
(Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)
Many years have come and gone
I've lived my life, but now must move on
(Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)
He is my only one
Now that my time has come
Now that my life is done
We look into the sun
'Seize the day and don't you cry,
Now it's time to say good-bye
Even though I'll be gone,
I will live on, live on.'

Democracy..... A little over stressed?...

After what seemed to be a very long time, I had in my possession the remote control of the idiot box. I have no time for the Tv nowadays, and with the Conditional Access thingy, all my favourite channels gone, there is no point in watching the Tv anyway.
However, I did end up getting the remote control somehow. Like any teenager of this age, I started surfing the channels too, not bothering to stay put on one channel for no more than five seconds, no matter what was being telecasted.
One thing i did notice was the fact that many of the channels which have these reality shows going on such as - Jodi no.1, Launch pad or whatever crap.... all of them had this thing called "SMS VOTING".... The viewers are supposed to vote for the best contestant through SMS.
I dont get the point! They have well qualified judges, who know the stuff that is going on. What is the necessity of this SMS thingy?! I do appreciate the concept of audience participation that these channels are trying to promote. However, the worst part of it is, one can vote any number of times! Hence, this gives the contestant the advantage of voting for himself or herself any number of times and also make his/her relatives and friends vote many number of times, which is not democracy at all....
Looking at this from another point of view..... It was AIRTEL that sponsored 'Super Singer', and some other reality shows are being sponsored by leading mobile phone companies too.. Hence this whole SMS voting thing could be nothing but an eyewash and intended as a publicity stunt by the mobile phone companies, which means the people are being fooled... Thus it fails the purpose both ways AND makes the concept of having popular personalities as judges for the show totally absurd.... Democracy is good when it is real... not when it is just an illusion...
Either way, both the sponsoring company and the channel make good money.. and it does'nt hurt to send one SMS... everyone is happy in the end... which brings us to another question..'Why did i blog about this in the first place??' I do not know the answer to that one!

It lurks....

Its been two years now......
I can still see everything so clearly in my mind as if it all happened only yesterday...
I can still see him write 'Parasurama' on the sand...
I can still see the water rushing in...
I can still feel the thorns pricking my feet...
I can still hear the kids scream...
I can still see the face of that fisherman...
I can still hear the rushing water break open the gates...
I can still feel the rush...
I can still sense the panic...
I can still find solace in that one moment of realisation...
I can still not believe it actually happened...
I can still not understand why i am alive...

I am trying my best to forget it... But i guess i never really can...
Somethings can never be forgotten... they will always lurk in some corner in your memories...

Where is the cake?...

Yesterday was one of my school friend's birthday... Priyanka... "Our Gang" decided to give her a surprise party.... So what are the requisites for a surprise party?..The people.. done... the gifts... done... What is missing.... Oh yeah! The cake!...
Unfortunately, we had run out of cash just then! So at this juncture, i come up with an ingenious (and stupid) idea.. I said " Why is it that we should have a birthday cake! Its not like a rule is it? Why cant we do something Indian style? How about BIRTHDAY IDLY?!" My idea was greeted with mixed responses... and finally it was decided that we carry on with the 'Birthday Idly' idea (the actual reason being the fact that idly was the cheapest)...
So Arjun and I went to this restaurant and ordered 5 Idlys parcel... and we took them to Arjun's house to do some sorta decorative work... And i opened the parcel... Yuck it was smeared with 'chutney'... There was no way we could give her that... So Arjun and I
ate those Idlys (we were very hungry).. and went back to the restaurant... "Sorry sir, Idly over!" was the waiter's answer...
We tried in other restaurants but it seemed like all the people in Mylapore preffered to eat Idlys only that day... So we bought two packets of "Ready To Use Idly Maavu" and went back to Arjun's house... His mom was kind enough to agree to make the Idlys for us... Meanwhile, Sushma and Pavitra had come and had brought with them a packet of tomato ketchup...
The Idlys were soon ready and i arranged them in some stupid order and then Sushma began her 'Decorative' work on the Idlys.... and PRESTO... The Birthday Idlys were ready!
To add to the indian touch, we placed the Idlys on a banana leaf which in turn was kept on a plastic tray...
So we got ready to leave and surprise 'Piki'... and Arjun's mom suddely exclaimed "Aiyayo! I forgot to add salt!!" We dint care.. we couldnt afford to lose more time!
So we got on our scooters (i was given the responsibility of carrying the Birthday Idlys as it was my idea and if anything goes it will be me who would be blamed!) and rode to Priyanka's house.
We got there, placed birthday candles on the Idlys and lit them. They looked so pretty.. We went in and... "SURPRISE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" Priyanka was so taken aback... I placed the Birthday Idlys on the table... it was only then that she realised the they were infact Idlys and she started laughing riotously ( Priyanka is well known for her unique way of laughing ) and soon we all started roaring with laughter!...
Then the Idlys were cut and the ritualistic "Feeding of the Birthday Idlys" followed soon. Then we all hung out together and relived most of our happy school memories...




(P.s : If you want to throw a surprise party for a friend, i would seriously suggest having birthday idlys as an option. They are quite cheap and of course something you can laugh about in the future)

Time Lapse...

Dont we all have this feeling that life is going too fast... that we cant take it at this pace anymore... Don't you sometimes feel life was way better when you were a little kid... and people and places have changed so much... Like the world is rotating at a faster rate... days pass by even before you could blink...
This video brings all those feelings back... Such a powerful video... Its as though the race against time will never end... Its as though we have fallen into this artificial world... like some video game.. where everything is a blur... You dont even know who you are... You have no clue what you are doing... But your in a race... just because everyone else is in it too....

Diwali : Festival Of Lights ( read noise).....

Deepasya Aavalihi = Deepaavalihi
Thats how the word originated. Its sanskrit. The word deepa means light and aavalihi means arrangement... So it means "Arrangement or Display of lights"... Over the past few years my outlook towards this festival has completely changed.....

1997....

I was in 6th grade. My mom woke me at about 4:00 am in the morning. I was not sleeping actually. I was full of excitement. It was DIWALI!!! Hurray!!! I took a hot water bath with "sheekai", got the blessing of my grandparents and took my new clothes from them. Wore them as soon as i could and ran out with my bag of crackers.
After bursting crackers for more than five hours straight, i went back into the house tired and hungry. Mom served me with awesome sweets and then the main course.
Then we all sat down to watch some new flick on TV. After that a small nap....
Evening we went to the terrace and there were rockets, flower pots, chakkars etc etc... Then dinner and then another movie on TV...

2006

I got up at arond 9:00 am... Would've slept for a longer time if not for those idiotic crackers... Slowly and unwillingly i got up, brushed my teeth, had coffee and came and sat in front of my computer... Checked my mail. I then took my mobile phone and was disgusted to find my inbox flodded with "WISH YOU AND YOUR FAMILY A VERY HAPPY DIWALI" messages. Deleted them all, dint bother to reply tomost of them...
The noise outside was extremely irritating and getting on my nerves by now... So i came back to my computer and was just browsing...
I looked outside my window, and my face lightened up... IT HAD STARTED TO RAIN!!!
The north-east monsoon has set in... HURRAY!! No more crackers, no more noise... I imagined what my reaction would have been if it had rained like this on diwali day few years back... I would've been so dejected....
I dont like diwali anymore... Its just noise noise everywhere... I have completely lost that "Spirit Of Diwali" that i still have no clue as to what movies are gonna be aired today on TV!
This is a conversation i had with a friend some time back...

He: Hi da, have you bought clothes and crackers?
Me: No dude, I dont burst crackers anymore.
He: Oh.. You are missing out on all the fun man! You are not one of those "pollution"
freaks are you?
Me: Well, Fortunately i AM one of those pollution freaks man.. So tell me, how much
did you spend on the crackers you bought?
HE: I guess around 3000 bucks...
Me: Oh awesome man... know what? you could've as well jus took 3000 bucks and burnt
it in the stove! the only difference is there wont be as much noise... but if you
want i can give you all that noise for free....
HE: Whateva man, dont impose your principles on me....
Me: I am not imposing or anything man, its just that your grown up enough now to know
what is good and what is not....
He: Ok mr. save mother nature! I've gotta go now... Gonna burst some crackers. So see
you soon...
Me: Ok man... i really hope it rains on Diwali... take care...


So here i am... Blogging at 10:30 am.... Something i have never done on any Diwali before....

Antarctica Time lapse: A Year on Ice

I saw this video and my jaw was hanging in amazement... I love cold climatic conditions... I wish i were in antarctica... What a beautiful place... check out the 'Aurora Australis' towards the end.. it just fascinates me... This is one hell o va video.. dont miss it....

The Bus Trip : Part II....

I was travelling by PTC toaday ( yet again ).... I luckily got a seat and that too a window seat... As i was looking outside ( to my right ) i noticed this slaughter-house truck loaded with so many goats. These goats were all crammed up into such a tiny area... They literally had no place to even move an inch... A very disturbing thought came to me... These goats are going to die soon... I wondered what it would feel like to know that you are going to die soon... and i wondered if the goats knew their plight... Why do humans inflict pain on so many other creatures? I felt so sorry for the goats. With this disturbing thought in mind, i slowly looked away and turned to my left......
I saw so many people in the bus.. all crammed into such a tiny area... They literally had no place to even move an inch.... And a smile spread across my face.... These humans were suffering more than those goats....... I dint feel sorry for these people...

Rain...

I detest people who detest rain.. Its is such a lovely thing.. I jus love to stand in the rain and enjoy the feeling of water droplets falling on my face... I love the sound of thunder and the power of the lightning... It is as if the sky intends to clean us all up and wash away all our emotions and feelings and when we wake up the next morning we are in a new world, deviod of all that we went through in the past... A new beginning...
I met A.R on orkut.. I was captivated by her photographic skills... The picture above was shot by her... I am in love with that photo.... Nothing else can describe the beauty of rain more than that photo....

Carpe Diem....

A friend of mine recently said... "Why are most of your posts very depressing?"
That made me think a lot... Why am i depressed? Well, one reason is evident from my previous post... Looking at the bigger picture, I realized the problem with me is that i think too much into the future... and when i don get what i expect i get depressed...
This was the right time to understand the phrase 'Carpe Diem'... A latin phrase meaning 'Snatch the day'....
Thanks a lot miss "Random thoughts from chennai to canada" for making me realize a few things... And from now on i will try not post depressing stuff unless absolutely neccesary....

From heaven to Hell.....

You show me heaven,
but soon you show me hell.
Even a few days back
I thought all was well.

You vent out all your anger
on me this is so unfair.
I told you it aint my fault,
but you would'nt even care.

I think i dont deserve
to be treated this way.
My love for you is true,
its not a toy to play.

My wave of trust,
which you frequenty betray.
my mind is very confused
do i leave or do i stay.

The initial intimacy
and the passion is all lost.
Why do the selected few
resurface from your past.

All i seek is truthfulness
and all i seek is love.
You always end up hurting me
I cant decipher how.

I thought we'd lead our
lives forever together.
You say you dont think
that we are made for each other.

Everytime i tell myself,
'You will find the right way'.
but now i've got to decide,
Do i leave or Do i stay......

p.s: This poem was written by me this afternoon in college. It is a very harsh persiod in life for me right now. But still, on a lighter note, try singing this in the tune of "The Wicker Man" by iron maiden. It fits jus right... pure coincidence...

Quantum Mechanics....

One thing thats common between me and Albert Einstein (and probably the only thing) is that i hate Quantum Mechanics too. He once said "God does not play dice". All these days i abhored quantum mechanics for two reasons : 1. Like Einstein, i too do not belived in the fact that the universe will be governed by uncertainities and probabilities in the sub atomic level. 2. Its too complex for me.
However, i recently read a book called "Black Holes & Baby Universes" by Stephen Hawking. He had made a groun breaking theoritical discovery that black holes are not really black. They actually radiate energy - they are 'evaporating'.
Now how is this possible? According to quantum mechanics, empty space is not actually 'empty'. There is continuous formation of matter and antimatter and these annihilate each other releasing energy. This has also been proved experimentally by observing what physicists call 'Lamb shift'.
In the vicinity of the black hole's event horizon (event horizon is that boundary around the black hole beyond which you can not escape the gravitational force of it) these matter- antimatter interactions take place. It is possible that one of these particles might be pull into the black hole and the other will be flung out, thus it will seem as though the radiations are coming out of the black hole. This is one explanation.
Another explanation, and this is the one that really impressed me, is that, according to quantum mechanics, It is impossible to accurately find the position and velocity of a particle simultaneously. This is called heisenberg's uncertainity principle. Thus, when a particle is inside the blackhole, its position is certain because its a singularity. However, the velocity of the particle is not. Thus its velocity can be anything, even more than the velocity of light! and hence it can actually escape the gravitational field of the blackhole!
After realising this, i really started liking quantum mechanics a lot because i have always felt that the speed of light cant be a barrier. Quantum mechanics has really captured my attention. I really hope that one day we can travel faster than light....

Her hands....

Have you ever seen a girl
with such beautiful hands,
that you could'nt stop staring,
staring at her hands.

I saw them,
and i was mesmerized.
I could'nt blink,
I could'nt turn away.

There were three gorgeous
golden rings on her hands.
The rings did'nt add beauty to those fingers,
the fingers added beauty to the rings.

They were so fair and smooth,
I only wished i could take them in mine.
I dont love her
but i love her hands....

Funeral For A Friend / Love Lies Bleeding....

I have not been posting for a long time now... I have been both mentally disturbed and busy with many activities.....
Firstly... one of my friends died due to cancer. I attended his funeral. And many things became clear to me that day and i've been very disturbed mentally. Even though he was not a very close friend the impact it had on me was phenomenal. He was only 19 years old... Someone who had dreams and ambitions just like us... who wanted to enjoy life just like us... who wanted to grow old and experience all the good things in life.... Everything shattered....
The doctors diagnosed him with bone marrow cancer when we had our 12th std board examinations.... Like many others in school, i had no clue... only a few of his close friends knew... infact i dint know he even had cancer till he died...
There are many observations that i made in the funeral....
In any indian funeral, one may find the following kind of people....

1. Those people who are really overwhelmed with sorrow, like close relatives and friends who cry their heart out..
2.Those frail hearted ones who are actually crying bcos of fear having seen the dead body..
3.The indifferent ones like distant relatives and assholes who want coffee but dunno whom to ask....
4. People like me who are terribly upset but too strong hearted to cry...
5. People who console other who are crying... and then secretly hide somewhere and cry....

I realised that life is so uncertain... Extending on Werner Heisenberg's uncertainity principle - " Its impossible to predict the extent of ones life and the direction in which it would go at any given time"

Secondly... my mom always used to say, "Love a person who loves you"
I realised its true implications only recently.... It works like this :
If you are in love with someone and express it to them... and only after that that person actually falls in love with you, the probability that that person will love you as much as you love that person is very very low... and when that same person had fallen in love with someone else before and due to unfortunate reason had to break up, the probability that that person will not love you as much as that person used to love that other person whom that person fell in love before is phenomenal...
Now i am the person who fell in love and expressed and the person i am in love is that other person... I realised this fact almost 9 months into the relationship... and i have been quite depressed..It hurts even more when the people from her past keep resurfacing from time to time.......
Well... Thats all of my bragging as of now.... And SAVITHA... if your reading this, Miss u a lot... hope you are doing fine....

The world...

.... is selfish

Pradeep Vijay... way to go man!!!

I met this guy in the finals of a TV show called RAGAMALIKA... we were opponents.. and he came out as the winner of the show and i was the runner up... we became real good friends.
This fellow rocks... He is an amaaazing singer. To quote haricharan "HE IS A SOOOOOOPERB SINGER WITH ANTARES AUTO TUNER" lol.... this guy has amazing sense of pitch...
I went to his concert today, and i enjoyed it thoroughly even though i am not a great lover of carnatic music....
He is simply superb... and i know one day he is gonna make it big... real big... hope he doesnt forget me then....

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

The last four months i have been watching the FRIENDS sitcom. A friend of mine lent me all the ten seasons. I saw every episode. And in these four months i got into it.. the characters were so alive and friends became a part of my life. My daily routine would be : college.. back home... watch friends.. eat.. sleep.
By the time i was watching the 3rd season, i was so into it that i would even go eight hours at a stretch watching the episodes. I am awed by the sheer simple concept and yet how so interesting and hilarious each episode is. I wish i had friends like that. I wish i had a place like central perk where i could hang out with them...
Ross geller, Rachel greene, Monica geller, Chandler bing, Joey tribbiani & Phoebe buffay... i just cant pick one favorite character... all of them are splendid in their own way. The people that really ought to be thanked here for creating such amazing characters are marta Kauffman and David Crane.
I saw the last episode of FRIENDS a few days back...

Monica: Oh, honey, I forgot. I promised Treeger that we'd leave our keys.

Chandler: Oh, okay.

(Chandler and Monica walk over to the kitchen-counter and leave their keys. Then the other four pick out their keys and leave them as well.)

Phoebe: So, I guess this is it.

Joey: Yeah. I guess so.

Monica: (crying) This is harder than I thought it would be.

Chandler: Oh, it's gonna be okay.

(Chandler hugs her. Monica hugs Ross and Rachel as Chandler gets the stroller with the twins.)

Rachel: (crying) Do you guys have to go to the new house right away, or do you have some time?

Monica: We got some time.

Rachel: Okay, should we get some coffee?

Chandler: Sure. Where?

(They all leave the apartment. Joey helps Chandler with the stroller in the hallway, while Monica and Rachel have their arms around each other. Everybody walks downstairs to Central Perk. The camera goes inside the apartment again, and it pans around. We see the keys on the counter, and the final shot is of the frame around the peephole. The screen fades to black.)

only then i realized.... no more friends again... no more of them... and that thought made tears roll down my cheek... these four months they have had a huge impact on me... it was not just a sitcom for me... i felt as if they were all my fiends too and they were leaving me.... i wiped the tears and played the last scene again and again... when i saw that apartment empty, my heart felt empty... and all i could do was wave them goodbye......

The Pianist...

I was a small boy.. curious about everything.... and one thing that aroused my curiosity and interest more than any other thing was music.... I still remember, my dad had gone abroad... dont remember which country... but he came back with a "CASIO-SA 1" keyboard... its the lowest level model... but then, at that age, i was so thrilled about it and i went mad... i would always fiddle around with the keyboard... i would be afraid that my baby brother would break it and so would take it out only when he is sleeping or is at a safe distance from the keyboard... My dad used to teach me simple tunes.... I jus loved my keyboard....
My dad identified the interest in me and did a thing that i would be grateful to him forever in my life... he took me to Mr. Shivraj... he is an amazing guitarist/pianist and my dad's friend.... he taught me how to play the keyboard... I think i started learning from him when i was in 3rd grade.... and i have been learning from him ever since... however... the past few years i havent been goin regularly owing to academic pressure.... some of the best days of my life were spent in his house... he never treated me like a student... i was a part of their family...
My keyboard training was going amazingly well... from an SA 1, i moved on to an SA 35 which my aunt bought from singapore... and later, i should thank my mom for this, i got a YAMAHA PSR 210, when i was in 4th or 5th grade... that was one of the best moments of my life.... that was the last keyboard i got...
By the time i was in 10th grade... i was quite a good keyboardist...

Today... i still have the PSR 210.... however... it is in a dilapidated condition... after all, it had been my best friend for more than 6 years.... its old now... most of the buttons dont work... the left output doesnt work... i cant use it anymore... its over..... I am a pianist without a piano.... i could perform in a show this weekend just because i dont have a keyboard and none of my friends who are keyboardists would lend me theirs.... I cant buy a new keyboard too... my family is in a financial crisis... so i understand their problem too.....
So right now i am left with no choice but to take life as it is..... life is difficult without a keyboard.... all i can do now is hope i get a keyboard.....

The confession of an overgrown kid!

I was talking to my brother a few days back. He was temming me about his classmates cheat this gullible CD seller. I dunno why, but all of a sudden it reminded me of this little incident that happened to me when i was about ten years old.......

It was a period where i was so young and innocent, that i could'nt distinguish the goo from the bad. It was also a period where the "CRICKET PLAYER STATS CARDS" were a huge craze. Just like how pokemon cards and tazos are a craze today. That time, a cricket card was free with every pack of BIG FUN bubble gum and CENTER FRESH chewing gum. I was so crazy about them that at a particular point i had collected nearly three hundred of those cards! I have no clue as to where all of them are now though.

One day, i went to this small shop near my house to get the bubble gum and the card that goes along with it. I go to that particular shop because thats the only place where the shop keeper allows the kid to choose the card.

I walked up to him and gave him the money and asked for a big fun. He produced the gum and a bunch of cards and said "Choose a card soon". He turned his back towards me to arrange something on the shelf. And at that instant, i dunno what got into me, instead of taking jus the one card that i ought to, i silently took around 4 cards, placed the remaining cards on the table and took off.

I was so thrilled and happy that i had four extra cards and i could show off to all my friends at school. I went home and started admiring my collection again. But then something at the bottom of my hearts slowly started pricking me. The feeling grew exponentially and i became so guilty that i started shivering.

I dint know what to do. I was filled with horror and disgust. I knew i had done a huge mistake. I was begining to differentiate the good from the bad. I had to do something....

So went back to the shop again. I had those extra cards in my pocket. I bought another Big Fun. The shop Keeper gave me the bunch of cards. I pretended to be selecting and i slowly slipped the cards i stole into the pack. I dint take a card for the gum i bought so as to punish myself for what i did.

I walked out of the shop relieved and with my head high in the air. I knew i was on the right path and that what i did was the right thing. That day made me look at everything in a different angle..... I however still feel guilty and more that anything, sorry for that gullible shopkeeper because who knows hom many kids have stolen cards from him and how many have been good enough to return it back??!

Dead End...

Sometimes, on the path of life, we might seem to have taken the wrong turns, the wrong routes... but somehow we might find our way back on to the right track. But in my case, i seem to have come to a dead in the road. I dunno when i took a wrong turn, I dunno how i got here.. But all i know is that i am here right now, facing this collosal wall in front of me, which i am unable to surmount. There is no turning back because the path back is dark and foggy. i am afraid i might lose my way again.... my only chance is to break this wall... somehow.... i cant endure this... I am left with two choices... either i can take a sledge hammer(read money) and break this wall into pieces and make my own path... or i can dig anad go past the wall right under it. I am left with only the latter choice... and the worst part is, i dunno where to dig! It will take a long long time to dig my way under the wall... seeems like shawshank redemption lol... and i dont even have a rock hammer lol.... i am not tim robbins either.... so i am gonna use my hands, my bare hands.... and try conquering this wall.... might take a long time.... but i am not turning back... i am gonna win... no matter what

Holiday..... a distant dream

Munnar…. Such a beautiful place... Amazing weather… cool lakes…. What a wonderful place. But I dint have the opportunity to see it. My family left me alone at home… my dad, mom and bro... Because I am having my ANNA FUKIN UNIVERSITY semester prac exams. So the coolly packed their bags and left… I was here…. Alone…. My uncle was with me though… he was so helpful and took care of me.
But the worst part was… everyday my parents would call me from there and tell me how much they love the place…. How they are enjoying…. How awesome the place is… and how much they miss me…. All that jus got into my nerves and I felt like smashing everything I saw. But then.....at least they are enjoying…. And I am really happy for that.

I know all my blogs these days are pathetically sad and boring…. I am sorry…. I don’t know what’s happening to me… hope I get outta whatever I am going through soon….

Life's hectic

The last month has been the most hectic one of my entire life…. I go to college everyday, that like, 60km travel a day. Then evenings campaigning for lok paritran. After that, classes on network security. I have been slogging like a pig. And right after all that was over, even before I could breathe a sigh of relief, my semester practical exams. Life really is a bitch.
However, I am really happy by the fact that the past month, I have learnt a hell lot of things which I wouldn’t have learnt jus sitting in those boring classrooms in college.
I learnt the value of unity. I learnt it will take decades, or even centuries to change this country. To change the very foundation of governance, and above all, the value of love.

I was actually planning to blog about my experience in lok paritran during the campaign. But I decided that this is not the right time to do so. After the current problem is resolved, I will blog on that issue.

I dunno how to name this post

I know I haven’t been doing justice to my blogpage for the past one month. But I have valid reasons. I’ve been really busy because,
1. I am an active member of LOK PARITRAN, a student’s political party.
2. I have joined this online course on network security and am really occupied with it.

Well, as for LOK PARITRAN, I will be posting on that issue tomorrow(because tomorrow election results are coming out), and as for the network security thing, I will post about it after the 21st of this month(because that’s when I will complete it).

I got my re-evaluation results today (I had flunked in fundamentals of computing in my first semester exams) and I passed in it. There will be a post on this too in the coming days. I am so tired now… I am very tired these days…. Tired of waking up in the morning… tired of going to this useless college… tired of facing the same problems everyday…. I feel very tired physically, mentally and emotionally……

I think I will drop dead right in front of the computer now if I don’t sleep… its so hot here…. The ac room beckons…. The upcoming posts will be really interesting ones so stay tuned… until then its good bye from…. zzzzzzzzzzzz

Dreams and ambitions...

I was traveling by PTC bus to college. I was sitting in the last row. A couple with two small children - the elder one about ten years old and the younger one around six years old.- boarded the bus in guindy. They sat next to me. The youngest kid nearest to me.

So the bus rolled on. The kids were pretty naughty. The youngest kid tried grabbing my spectacles, but I moved away in time.

The airport is on the way to college. We were near the airport. I could see the runway, and a few planes parked in the hangar. Suddenly the youngest kid next to me started screaming “Appa!! Airplane paaru!! Airplane paaru!!” And I saw his face. The airplanes came into full view. His eyes widened. His face was filled with awe. His mouth dropped open. I could see the airplanes in his clear jet black eyes. He kept looking at them till they were out of sight.

I smiled at him. He smiled back. It was a cute kiddish grin that he gave me. He reminded me of someone…. Who is it… whom did he remind me of??? I was thinking. And it struck me. He reminded me of… well... me. Yeaa... he reminds me of me. I look at airplanes with the same awe and fascination too. Even today I look at planes awestruck. But the only difference today is that, whenever I look at planes, there is an element of dejection, a bit of hatred towards this education, a bit of frustration, that goes along with the awestruck feeling.

The craze for airplanes I had developed when I was a child led me to believe that I will become a pilot or an aeronautical engineer one day. It was not ambition. It was more than that, it was obsession.

I got 97% in my high school examinations. I was so happy and thought my dream to study aeronautical engineering was going to come true. So I went to this college’s office. Lets call it H college, to enquire about the seats (that was the only college other than madras institute of technology that had aeronautical engineering). So they ushered my mom and me into a hall where there were many students and parents anxiously enquiring about admission. We sat in front of one of the officers. She was kind and smiled a lot. We asked her about the admissions to aeronautical engineering. I still remember what she said “Sorry ma’am all the seats are sold “

I was totally frustrated. They ‘sold’ all seats. Each seat at a price of 4 lacs!!! No value for my marks, no value for the kinda person I am. Its all jus how much money you can give! Then why the hell did I work so hard to get 97%?

Now I am in a college doing a course I never even thought I would be doing. And this seat too, I had to pay rs.65000 to ‘buy’ it. And what hurts me most is, even a fellow who has got 70% has paid rs.65000 to sit in my class. THEN WHAT VALUE DOES MY 97% HOLD???!!!
The bus suddenly came to a halt, and the family next to me was going to get down. I looked at that little kid. Maybe he might wanna become a pilot one day, or maybe an aeronautical engineer. All I got to tell him is “either you must have lots of money, or get out of this country and pursue your dreams elsewhere”.

The kid waved at me. I waved back...... and the bus moved on……

Schools out forever.....

It was 3:oo pm.. I was in the last bench in class... It was chemistry hour. And I was trying to listen in class but I just couldn’t. It was sultry and I had had a sumptuous meal during lunch (comprising mostly of my fellow student’s lunch). I was looking at my note book……. Things were going kinda outta focus…. My eyes were heavy…. I slowly closed them for a second and opened them again…

Somehow my class room was totally different now. It was small… the benches were different… and I lifted my head and saw… WHAT??!! That’s impossible!!! I remember this place… it was my 12th standard class room!! It was physics class and Mr. Uma Shankar was taking physics…. I have always hated school… but I don’t know why but I was really happy to be back! I was sitting in my chair surrounded by my ‘gang’. Arjun was sitting to my left and eashwar to my right and manu shankar was sittin diagonally behind. Sooraj was in the other corner. Priyanka, Pavithra and Sushma were sitting in the seats right in front of us. Mann it was great to be back. I was smiling to myself.

Our teacher was talking something about rocket propulsion… he sucks at English… He said something funny and arjun passed a funny comment… I started giggling… Suddenly someone came into the class… IT WAS VIJI!!!!! My best friend in 11th standard.. she discontinued because of some problem…. But there she was… she came sat in front of me… I was too stunned to even blink…. This is not possible!!

And as usual arjun and eashwar and I started chattering and playing pranks on the girls. It was fun to be able to do all that again. The class was over and our Sanskrit Sir came in next… He is such an adorable person… The way he takes class… I like it a lot… and his classes are always fun… He was telling the story of Nala and Damayanthi. “Nishadheshu nalaha naama raja aaseeth. Saha saangeshu vedheshu dhanurvedhe cha kushalaha aaseeth” the opening lines of the lesson. And it went on for another 45 mins… and he finished the class as he always did “….. Then what happened?... That we shall see in the next class…” …. Maannn it was really great to be back.

We all sat there waiting for the next teacher….. then suddenly an announcement was made on the intercom… “Kedharnath, please come to the basement hall with your keyboard, thank you..” So I went to the principal’s office, got my keyboard and headed down to the basement…. There was a large crowd there… Annual Day Practice!!!!!! I set up my keyboard and started playing for all the different programs. It really was awesome to be back. So I played and played and played… frequently getting screamed at my U.C ma’am – the Hitler of my school…. And then it was over… I packed and kept my keyboard safely in the principal’s office again and went back to class. I saw santosh, kavya, Janani, arunaadhri, deepa, and many more close buddies….

My heart felt so light… I was dizzy… I went and sat in my place again in class… and it was English class… P.D.K ma’am was teachin something… and suddenly someone shook me hard… I woke up with a start… my head and eyes felt heavy… I realized I had dozed off and all that had happened was a dream…. The chemistry professor had seen me sleeping and he said “ Kedhar… get out of my class…” So I walked out and went to the canteen… got a bottle of frutnik… and sat down under the tree… thinking of my dream…

Its really hard to believe some of the best days of my life are over…. I can never sit in my old class room again…. Can never comment on the teachers like that again… can never play pranks…. Can never play the keyboard for the annual day again…. Never get into trouble and end up in the principal’s office again… I can never hear my Sanskrit sir’s famous dialogues again…..

And as I was thinking all this… my eyes became moist… I MISS SCHOOL MORE THAN ANYTHING…. I wanna cry out loud… but I can’t… I am in college now! I possibly cant… I am supposed to mature and responsible now…. BUT I DON’T WANNA BE MATURE AND RESPONSIBLE…. I want those innocent, playful days back....

I will give anything to go to school just like old days for just one day……

An unforgettable Birthday...

It was one of those days.. you know something bad is gonna happen the moment you wake up. I got up, got ready and went to my college bus stop at seven thirty. The bus arrived and i got in. i was greeted by the smell of fresh cake. It was Peer mohamad's birthday!! Hurray.. We reached college and Peer was there standing in the corridor. I wished him, and he smiled.
Break time... Celebration time!!! "The" gang of my class (me not a part of it though.. ) took the cake outside class and we all sang " Happy birthday". Everyone except "the" gang cleared the place... the whole of first floor was staring at us.
Thats when it happened... The cake meant for eating was being thrown around on each other's face. And soon it turned into an unruly fight. Ans someone pushed someone and he fell on the wash basin and the ancient wash basin fell down and crumbled to pieces.
The dam profs came to know about it... and "the" gang was in BIG trouble...
And ultimately the whole class got into trouble...
I felt really sorry for Peer... He was being screwed by the princi and all profs for no mistake of his...
He would never forget that day.....

Trust??!! What the fuck is that?!!

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS: I sincerely thanks Mr.X and Miss.Y for making this blog possible....If it were not for them... well.. I wouldn't be blogin now.

Prologue: Miss.Y... is supposed to be one of me best friends right from 10th grade and Mr.X has been another real close friend from 11th grade. I've trusted them so much all these days....


Some time in the month of august, 2003....

Mr.X had no clue who miss.Y is.. and vice versa. But i've told each of them lots about the other. So one day I arrange a meeting between them, I introduce them to each other and they become friends.

Some time in the month of September,2003…

I got a call from Miss.Y asking me to come over to her place. I agreed. Then suddenly she said “ Why don’t u bring along Mr.X too?”.. I Said “ Sure why not?”. And so I took Mr.X along and we had a great time together.

Some time during 11th grade exam results, 2004…

Miss.Y called me and enquired about the exam results. I told her my results which were pretty good. She also asked how my friends have performed. I told her Mr.X failed in math.

Some time between April 2004 and March 2005…

I was busy with my 12th grade exam preparations. So was Miss.Y. But I dunno why, but I had lost contact with Mr.X… But towards the end of March we get in touch again because of all the exam shit and entrance preps…

Some time in June, 2005…

Miss.Y was goin places in life. I was so damn happy for her.
Then one day… 2.00pm..
Mr. X came home after a long long time. We spent time together and talked about everything. And then I said “ Dude.. Miss.Y got admission in “ *** “ man!!!! Is’nt that amazing…..” He said “ Oh really??!!! That’s awesome dude.. convey my regards to her!!!”





Some time between September 2005 and February 2006…

I start college, Mr.X starts too and Miss.Y is in *** starting a new life and concentrating hard on her academics. My touch with Miss.Y is slowly diminishing because both of us were busy with our own priorities, while I had completely lost contact with Mr.X…

March, 2006…

Mr.X called me suddenly one day. He said “ Hi dude… long time since we met.. there is something I wanna talk to you about. Free this evening?”
I was surprised and I said “ Sure dude!!!”
So he came home that evening and we were talking general shit.. and that’s when he told me something which would change my entire perception of people close to me… I don’t remember everything he said… cos I was in total shock to recollect anything….
He said “ Dude, I ve had a painful break-up. I was with her for almost two years. But then things fell apart and we had to break up. And that person is… Miss. Y.”
I said “!!!!!!!!??????!!!?!?!?!!!!!????????@@@@@******!!!!!!!” …

Let’s go back in time now…..

Note: Portions of the following text that are in blue belong to “my flashback”…


Some time between the months of August and September 2003…

Mr.X and Miss.Y became friends because I introduced them to each other… They slowly started talking over the phone… What started off as five minute conversations developed into multiple sessions of five hour conversations a day… They were getting closer….

Some time during 11th grade exam results, 2004…

Miss.Y and Mr.X were into a relationship by this time, though they dint accept it openly and were kinda playing safe. Miss.Y had asked Mr.X about his exam results…. He had told her that he had passed in all the exams.

Miss.Y called me and enquired about the exam results. I told her my results which were pretty good. She also asked how my friends have performed. I told her Mr.X failed in math.

Miss.Y called Mr.X and argued with him for lying to her…. Mr.X got pissed with me and so never bothered to keep in touch with me…


Some time between April 2004 and March 2005…

Mr.X apologizes to Miss.Y.. and everything is back to normal…
I was busy with my 12th grade exam preparations. So was Miss.Y. But I dunno why (now I know why), but I had lost contact with Mr.X… But towards the end of March we get in touch again because of all the exam shit and entrance preps…
Mr.X and Miss.Y were totally totally into a deep relationship now…

Some time in June, 2005…

Mr.X and Miss.Y were troubled by the fact that Y was going away. X did not want her to go. But Y was determined to go… they were absolutely frustrated by the fact that they are gonna be separated for a long time…
Then one day… 9:00am..
Mr.X goes online, Miss.Y comes online too and they voice chat for about four hours straight and go offline at 1:00pm….
Then one day (same day)… 2:00pm..
Mr. X came home after a long long time. We spent time together and talked about everything. And then I said “ Dude.. Miss.Y got admission in “ *** “ man!!!! Is’nt that amazing…..” He said “ Oh really??!!! That’s awesome dude.. convey my regards to her!!!” (What the fuck!!!!)…


August, 2005…

Mr.X and Miss.Y drifted apart... They could not maintain the long distance relationship and there were lots of misunderstandings and arguments….
And one day… They broke up = (= (= (= (


March, 2006…

Mr.X called me suddenly one day. He said “ Hi dude… long time since we met.. there is something I wanna talk to you about. Free this evening?”
I was surprised and I said “ Sure dude!!!”
So he came home that evening and we were talking general shit.. and that’s when he told me something which would change my entire perception of people close to me… I don’t remember everything he said… cos I was in total shock to recollect anything….
He said “ Dude, I ve had a painful break-up. I was with her for almost two years. But then things fell apart and we had to break up. And that person is… Miss. Y.” I said “!!!!!!!!??????!!!?!?!?!!!!!????????@@@@@******!!!!!!!” …

Epilogue: I am not gonna trust anyone again.
I sincerely thank Mr.X and Miss.Y for making me realize certain things in life

The Bus Trip

A person might have travelled all his life.... on airplanes, bikes, cars, ships.. anything... but if he has not travelled by a ptc bus in chennai.. he sure is missing some real adventure. Its one heck o va ride....
Five reasons why you would travel on a ptc bus:

1. You are broke.
2. You are an engineering student.
3. You love to stand.
4. You wanna have an effortless workout.
5. You dont have a choice.

Let me now describe my experience,

The reason i travel in a PTC is because i am an engineering student. so i miss my college bus... and i go to this bus stop in mylapore. i have to take bus no. 21g. i wait... wait... wait... wait... for about 30 minutes, and one ancient, obsolete, miserable bus rolls by, well.. u cant even call it a bus... this cubical box with lot four wheels and lots of people... when i say lots.. i mean LOTS.... it was literally over flowing with people. I try to get on the bus but then... thats not an easy job. i push my way through all the people... and board the bus.... and it starts rolling again. Now the most difficult part.. i must locate the conductor. But i turn to my left.. all i can see is people, to my right.. people......

" people people everywhere, no one i know"

So the best strategy i can adopt here.... i take eleven rupees from my pocket with dificulty (because i cant lift my hand without hittin atleast a dozen people) and give it to the hand nearest to me cos i cant see the face and shout.. "ORU TAMBARAM " and my money disappears.... after 2 mins of rattling, the same hand appears before me and gives me a ticket..... i put it in my pocket (again with much difficulty) and i slowly push my way to through the swarm of people and stand near a seat.... i have to stand cos all seats are occupied.... i grab this bar above my head to stop myself from fallin.

This is where i work out.... a complete physical exercise... next only to yoga... u sway back and forth.... side to side.... ur arms get a special exercise cos u have to hold on to the bar tight and this increases its muscle power... ur legs try hard to keep the balance and this exercise makes it strong.... but the best part of this workout.... when the driver applies the brakes..... you have to stop urself from fallin... ur whole body moves forward... and u must hold real tight... this exercise is the best in the world....... travel on a ptc twice a day, u wont have any health problems for the rest of ur life.

So i stand there.... hoping that the person sittin near me would get up in the next stop cos i ve already had enough of exercises..... but he has no intentions of gettin up no matter what. so i just stand there... my eyes greedily lookin at all those lucky ppl with seats. i give up hope and i search for my next prey... near whom i can stand waiting for him to get up... i find an old man... i move to that place pushing and shoving.... and finally stand next to him..... the bus stops in the next stop... i turn to find my previous prey getting up... another man quickly sits there.... i feel like an asshole....

Another thing i noticed is.... ringtones....... the popular song in the state right now is "SUTRUM VIZHI".... and every phone that rings on the bus... the ringtone is "SUTRUM VIZHI".... every two minutes u could hear a phone squeeling "SUTRUM VIZHI"...... and in bout ten minutes.. u start hating that song.

Well... so the bus rattles on and on for forty five minutes... unfortunately none of the preys i select get up from their seats and my legs are sore... my hands ache like hell after holding on for my life for 45 mins..... and finally one person gets up.. i rush to that seat and sit down.... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh what a relief!!!!!! And as i start settling down... the conductor wails... "TAMBARAM VANDHAACHU.. ELARUM YERANGUNGA".... :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(

So i get down.... and breathe the fresh polluted air.... it feels much better than the fragrance-of-sweat filled air inside the bus.... atlast i am free.... I dont wanna even touch anyone for a few hours.....

Suddenly realisation dawns upon me... my college is in vandalur.. but i am only in tambara......

I HAVE TO TAKE ANOTHER BUS FROM THERE TO VANDALUR... OH NO... NOT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saarang

The only cultural event that meets internationational standards.... saarang 2006- IIT MADRAS... and this was the first cultural event i participated in representin my college for the first time. Maaan this was the best... and wats even more cool is.. our team came second! now, comin second IS a big deal because first v got selected out of 35 teams to the finals and came second out of nine teams in the finals... and whats even more excitin is the fact that we beat HINDUSTAN... they are like the gods of light music in culturals. But we kicked their ass. my team comprised of:

1. PRIYA
2. ARUL
3. SRIKANTH
4. KIRAN
5. UMAR
6. BHARADWAJ
7. SRUTHI
8. SWAMI
9. A.T
10. HARISH

that was the best thing in college life till now....

SAARANG ROCKS!!!

Indian education system SUCKS

I hate this system... its the worst u can find... there are lots of incidents that happened which made me come to this conclusion... most of the proffessors here in college suck big time.... there was an incident that happened today
i had my computer science prac exams... did pretty well... and there is this external examiner who comes from some crap institution... he had to conduct the viva voce.... he asks me the stupidest dumbass question ever.. he says.... " the input is a=10, b=20.. i want the output as a=20 and b=10"... so i thought i cud use some complicated topics such as pointers and give him the result and i did it and he says... thats pretty fine.. give me some other way.... so i asked him " can i use anyway i want?".. he says yea... so i tell him... multiply a by 2 and divide b by 2 and print it.. u will get the answer... i thought he was gonna screw me for answerin like that...... and he says..... " excellent.. nice work nice work.".. and i was like... " WHAT??!!!"
thats their standard.. they suck... and while i was doin the programs.. this guy was flirtin with the lab assistants there..... maannn..... it sucks... totally

I really dunno y i started bloggin in the first place... thats how confused i am.... mayb i wanna vent out my feelings. or mayb i was impressed by one of my frnds blogs and i decided to blog too... i dunno.. i don even know wen i opened this page.... i am just confused about everythin..... but there is one thing i am sure about.... i am gonna keep bloggin from now on....