My Place

Connect

2011-11-06T09:36:00.001-08:00

After a week of unrelenting rains in madras we finally had a sunny day in madras. But it still felt so much like a rainy day with my net practice cancelled in the morning I slept through the day till 4PM such was the laziness. So it was no surprise that this day ended with Vatsan, Vinu, Murali, Gayathri, Srinidhi and me whiling away our late evening at the beach. Such a breezy and beautiful night it was today.

Hanging out at the beach is always a group moment for us I have always thought that when we are out there talking and sitting close to each-other there is always a proper sync, a connect. Today on the other hand was very unusual. We were together and yet there was no connect, no synchronization. It could have been because of me I was particularly unsocial today.

While Vatsan and Gayathri stood on the shore holding each other's hands sorting out some of their issues that arose this morning they were disjointed from us. Srinidhi and Vinu - the more free-spirited people just sat back and were deep in conversation. Murali was completely lost and just running around and I stood back as lost as him trying to figure out what in the world we were doing. The only people who looked connected to each other in anyway was the "happy couple".

Nevertheless, what is amazing with these guys is that i'd rather stay disconnected and do absolutely nothing than stay alone and have a good time. That is what they mean to me. That realization left me awe-struck. I quietly dropped everyone off and left to my house. I immediately get a call and the interrogation began on why I was weird. So it was just me. I was the one out of sync. I was the one who was off-key in the orchestra.

I love them - I can't think of how my life would be without them. They play such a huge part in my world that I find it scary sometimes that my dependence on them is not healthy. But I guess that's the risk that I should take.

Lit

2011-06-20T07:26:00.000-07:00

A nearly deserted railway station, two fawn coloured dogs running around playing with each-other, a contagious feeling of warmth and happiness emanating from their games as a young boy with a plain black tee-shirt and denims looks on from the far end of the fairly long platform with a half-finished cigarette in his hand. A gentle breeze blows across his fair, glowing face and he inhales a puff of his cigarette. A rugged man enters the platform with a violin case in his hand. He chooses a spot just beside the vending machine picks up a foldable chair from his heavy bag and lays it down. The fiddler looks at the dogs and plays a soft melodic tune. He tips his hat when he sees the young boy across the platform. The boy strolls across, drawn to the sounds of the violin he drops a cigarette in the violin case knowing that the rugged man will appreciate that later. He also drops some change.

The boy walks towards the dogs and they merrily stroll around him. His phone rings he picks up with a smile on his face and mumbles a few words as his smile steadily radiates in his face. A few minutes later a fair girl with dark curly hair walks in to the platform. She runs to him and hugs him from behind.The violin in the background switches to an even more pleasing melody. The fiddler hits the perfect vibratos. The boy turns around holds her close to him and they kiss. The couple blush at their own lack of self-control. They are in love and it had to be shown. The boy whispers in the girl’s ears and she leans in for another kiss.

A melancholy strain sounds out of the rugged man’s lovely brown violin. The time on the clock is six hours and six minutes with the seconds hand just going past twelve. The boy and the girl walk to the far corner of the platform where the boy was standing before hand-in-hand flirting with each other. They hear the train approaching the station. The sound steadily increasing, the train seems to be accelerating rather than the opposite. The boy runs his fingers through the curly-haired girl’s hand.

The fiddler wraps up his concert. The train hits the platform crashes on to the smitten couple. The now broken clock lays shattered near the vending machine time pointing to six hours six minutes and six seconds. The fiddler is nowhere to be seen. The dogs emerge from the debris and the howling begins.

A cigarette is lit.

Something In The Way...

2011-05-21T12:48:00.000-07:00

A buzzing sound emanates from a phone lying on a low, square table. It is rhythmic, constant and stops after a minute or so. The dark room is luminescent by the phone's light. There is a boy lying on the bed in front of the table smiling to himself as he lip sync's "Something in the way she moves..." The vision that the boy sees is of a fair, beautiful girl with black curly hair wearing a short white shirt and he sings the song to her. He feels a soothing heat flow through his body as she smiles at him and joins in. Encouraged, he continues the song and holds out his hand. The girl laughs and they walk. she holds his hand and he stops. She looks at him quizzically. He doesn't understand what is happening. He smiles at her and runs his fingers through her palm. He says that she is beautiful as she blushes. Nervous, both of them are. They continue to walk. Only the crescent moon above them.

There is another buzz from his phone. This one longer and faster. The rhythmic sound disturbs the dreaming boy. He opens his eyes. The room glows from the phone's light. He gets up to reach it. It is just a few inches away from his grasp. The buzzing stops and the room turns dark again. He sighs and gets up to check his phone. He flicks the touch screen on and there are two text messages and a missed call. He opens the first message and blushes. He settles down in a dark corner in his room and keys in a few numbers. He hears that very song he was singing in his dream. A soft, sweet voice says:- "Hello?". He replies :- " I was just thinking about you."

The conversation has only just begun. The dark corner is a very cozy place as waves of laughter rings through the room. The boy is smitten.

A Scene On the Terrace

2011-03-19T10:48:00.000-07:00

A cacophony of glasses being kept down on the floor. A gang of boys spread over the dusty, algae-spread terrace. Few drops of golden brown liquid still nestled on the bottom of the glasses that were kept down. A dark, starry psychedelic sky engulfing a quiet night only interrupted by frequent murmurs.

A couple of boys out on the corner sitting on a small graphite slab probably talking about the end of the world and its consequences. Their ideas free flowing like the drink that was available that night. On the other side of the terrace a guy laughing uncontrollably at his mate who is trying hard to unwrap a piece of chocolate. His hands fumble and his apprehension steadily rises. The golden foil finally comes off and the chocolate is devoured.

A boy gets up with a glass in hand he goes into the room adjacent to the terrace refills his drink and staggers back. Pops in the idea of a circle. 'twas formed. Minutes later. He enters his happy place.

Time on fast-forward, an illusion of night and day passing every second is created. The boy is smiling endlessly and the sky looks more beautiful than it ever has been. He takes a swig and chases that down with some chips. The crunchy sounds ignite him and he starts laughing. He lets go off the grip he holds on what he thinks is reality. He just lets go. His visions are continuously changing erupting all his emotions. He sees a war, he sees Satan, he sees meadows, he plays with the stars, he walks on the moon, he falls into an abyss.

He sees a girl and the vision doesn't change.

Where Am I Going

2010-11-01T12:22:00.000-07:00

I feel like everything is going against me. The positive guy in me tells me to be a trooper, the pessimist is asking me where am I going with my life. I'm torn between them, my morale severely hurt and i'm lost for ideas.

Statistics don't lie. Am i not cut out for this? Throw me a fuckin' bone here.

A Realist

2010-08-07T10:43:00.000-07:00

Watching a friend put up a brave face when one of his loved one's is facing death in point-blank distance is a very hard thing to do and to write about it is even harder. As far as my memory serves, I have never met a true realist, until today.

There I was, my right-arm outstretched, a stress ball in my hand and a needle holding a tube stuck through my vein drawing blood filling up a sterlized plastic bag. I walk out of the room a juice box in my hand sipping up through a tiny white straw and he's sitting outside with a smile on his face, not his usual toothy, flashy,mischievous smile, still a smile worth remembering. A five-percent chance of recovery and he goes on to say "I don't think he's going to make it." Words that you never want to hear even if it is for a sporting achievement let alone life and death.

I rode back feeling sad for one of my closest friend, seeing him dull and yet being brave and accepting the reality of a situation that has so much emotional depth. There was a realist, a true realist. I remember a quote from an obscure movie " Bravery is all about acting like you don't have any fear." I disagree with that. Bravery is about accepting reality and finding the courage to move on.

I believe in miracles, but i also believe that they don't happen everyday. I really wish one comes around for my friend soon. The Realist.

Hang in there man, we are all there for you whatever happens.

*Edited on 8th August,2010. Alas, the miracle din't quite happen. But life has better things to offer for you man.

Unfamiliar

2010-07-15T10:39:00.000-07:00

The crack of dawn, the fan spinning full speed a small, dark haired boy neatly snuggled between his parents will reluctantly get up drink his daily dose of Milo read the sports section of the paper and will take a shower. A crisply ironed white shirt and navy blue shorts will be ready on the bed. He goes to his mother who helps him with his clip-on tie and hastily feeds him his breakfast. The sight of his white canvas shoes brings an expression of elation. Its "Games" day at school today.

There is a spring in his step and he desperately wants to get to school as soon as possible. He counts down to 'Games' hour. The bell rings the boy re-ties his shoe laces just to be sure but just then an unfamiliar face walks in. He knows that there is something wrong. Following the unfamiliar man is a clerk carrying what seems like booklets with lamination on it. The boys elation drops down to a panic attack. He knows what those booklets are.

They call it the "Progress Report"!!! The education system in his school has evaluated his recent performance in the test he had written. He has a feeling that someone is squeezing the blood out of his heart. His name is called out he responds to the call goes forward to pick his Report Card. He does not want to open it. He is scared but he knows he can't run away from it. He opens it and breathes a sigh of relief.

Cut to the present the boy, now older, stares at an unfamiliar e-mail which reads Progress Report. Nothing has changed. He still is frightened to death, he is reluctant to click the button which will open the mail. He musters all his energy. Clicks. And Disappointment.

Its time to move on!!!

Ten Days

2010-07-05T06:16:00.000-07:00

Its been ten days. It has actually been ten days since I left to bangalore. I stayed out of my house for 10 days and I have probably never discovered so much about myself before. I love Bangalore, it is a beautiful city I have never hesitated to go there but having said that I have never been there for so long. I got there to take my Lsat, then had plans to spend some time there with my friends which was eventually foiled for various reasons, I ended up staying with my cousins there.

So what did I learn about myself? I learnt that I can go without.... well nevermind. That is not important now. I learnt that I'm not shy, not even close. I always thought of myself who takes his time to get along with people and then here I was getting along really well with all my cousins, a 67 year old man who i just acquainted with, a few foreigners whom I had just met in my test and lots of relatives. I was feeling at ease talking about everything under the sun, sharing rooms with them, having dinner with them, going for a walk. I couldn't believe how sociable i was.

Ten days away from the comforts of your house and you discover a whole new side of yourself, a side (on this occasion) something that was worth discovering. Just ten days! That is all! It gives you a new perspective to life. Getting out of your house is absolutely necessary at some point of time in your life if you want to find out your flaws. It might not blatantly stare at your face, but you would change yourself without knowing it. Why should you do that? Because you already know what your flaws, you just don't realize it. You might never realize it unless you ask yourself a few questions about why you did something differently then perhaps you would understand the new side you just unearthed. I guess what I'm trying to say is after a long stay away from home ask yourself if you changed. Try to find a solid answer. The answer might startle you as it did for me.

Time Machine

2010-06-07T01:43:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was pleasant in all senses one can think of. The day itself, the weather, the food.. everything. I just tucked myself in the bed and stared at the ceiling As the night settled into a lull I thought "Did I just go back in time? This day was awfully similar to most days in my final semester."

So how was my life one year back???

I was in my final semester, under-graduate life was meandering along to its end. Life itself was laid-back, waking up late in the morning and going through the newspaper for nearly an hour . Being a senior not worrying about any homework because I just knew that my professors are going to ace my internals to get rid of me from my college and I just had to wait for my darned final exams so that I can say I'm finally free from any work which is ironical in hindsight. Head to the beach hang out with friends and care a damn about anything. Life was definitely beautiful back in those days.

But one year on, life has changed in at least one significant aspect. I can't call myself a student anymore I have to settle for the tag of 'Unemployed' which doesn't really bother me in anyway because now I'm really certain about something that I want to do. It took me just a year to figure that out and that really does serve the purpose for being jobless for an entire year.

So the point about the time machine is actually a Nought . It doesn't have any great relevance I just revived a fading memory of my final semester. Despite it sounding so mundane and lifeless it was probably the funnest part of my life so far. Reliving it would be a dream come true. But as of now I'm heading towards an exam crisis so maybe later.

Cheers!!!

Back to the books with 2 weeks to go!!! God be with me please!!! !

Grandma Smiles

2010-04-02T12:16:00.000-07:00

Two nights ago, My Granny took a fall in the bathroom and got locked in . She had a deep gash over her left eyebrow. It was a difficult to keep my nerve at that time and figure out a way to open the door with her on the floor unable to get up. I went around and passed a stick to her from the window and all that was necessary to open the door was done. The entire bathroom had turned scarlet with blood and she was still bleeding profusely.

After what seemed like an eternity, we took her to the Emergency Room, She got her stitches and CT-Scan carried out which confirmed that there was nothing to worry about. She was put under observation and I returned home at 3.45 AM. I fell back in my bed with rising rage at what happened. I scolded my grandma for not listening to us, I scolded myself for letting that happen because I was right there when she went to use bathroom. It was terrible night. The room with blood was all I could think of.

The following day she got discharged. She got back home with a black eye and a huge plaster around her face with a little part of her head shaven off. It was difficult to see her that way. Her beautiful visage was tarnished, left eye half open and her brilliant white hair was orange with stains of blood on them. But yet, she came home smiling. The sparkle and glint in her eyes were missing though, but you could figure out that she was happy to be back home. Safe and sound. I spoke to her for a while and helped her to bed.

I went to bed that night thinking, a lady who is in her late eighties having an incredible zest for life and willingness to live longer despite taking a heavy blow to her head, losing what looked like litres of blood but still radiating all the positivity that she can muster. It is just incredible. It got me thinking about all the anger and rage I had the previous night. What did it do to make the situation better? What does being negative ever do to make anything better? Until that moment I did not know what I was doing with my life.

But I look at my grandparents now and I can’t help but think that the only think that makes them go is being happy. At this instant I have a plan. It is to do everything that makes my life better, that makes my life happy. I just received a map. Now I have to explore a route.

Cheers!!!

A Day at the Dentist's

2010-03-24T02:59:00.000-07:00

It is a dreadful moment when you walk into your dentist's place and lie down in that weird bed like thing he has, knowing that he is going to bring a long-needled syringe right up to your face and then carry it forward into your mouth and pierce it in an untraceable place. I dread that he might slip and let the syringe inject itself in my throat or something.

I've had 5 extractions done until now and today was so different. Previously I could feel my dentist injecting the anesthesia in three different places. Today, he injected the medicine in one strategic spot. It din't feel funny like it used to be when I was 14. I told my dentist that I din't think he gave me enough anesthesia. He simply smiled and asked me to give him a signal when it pains. Then he took his little plier like thing and pulled my 33rd tooth off.

While he went on cleaning my teeth, I was wondering- what if it had pained? what if it was a cancerous pain that makes me want to die. was it worth the risk? Why couldn't he have just given me more anesthesia just to be sure. Anyway, the point is I liked it when my mouth felt funny and I was convinced that the anesthesia was working. Now i'm just skeptical.

So a cavity was cemented shut, an extra tooth was pulled off, my retainers were tightened, and I have a rather minty breath now. :) Thats my day at the dentist's. How was yours?

Elliots Beach

2010-03-18T11:41:00.000-07:00

My friends lit up their cigs overlooking the beautiful moon. The beach is our unanimous solitary confinement from the gruesome world of parents, studies, and relationship issues. We love the solitary confinement actually. We need those few hours everyday. As the cigarettes burn out so does our anxiety and worries.

The beach has been our temple of sorts. Its kept us sane, its kept us human. Its given us ideas. Its given us memories and yet it never stops. Elliots has an unparalleled ability to churn up conversation amongst us. The stories we could have written, the films that we could have made, the jokes that we splurged. The make-outs we've witnessed. Elliots has always entertained and it has brought out the most creative side of us and the best part is we never run out.

No matter how dirty it is, beggars, lunatic drivers, the girls who think they are hot and carry an attitude which is despicable, the 'crazy car-music', the cops in their cars - Elliots is the closest to heaven for my friends and I.

We go there everyday. What more can we ask for?

When the blog gets boring, up pops

2010-02-27T03:14:00.000-08:00

Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar to my rescue. He does it all the time. I have even skimmed through my blog to support my own statement. February 24th, 2010 history was made in Cricket. Sachin scored the first ever double hundred in limited overs cricket which started way back in the fifty's. It started as a 60 over game and was later reduced to 50 overs a side.

So at 36, Sachin reasserts to the world that he's the best ever to have played the game. what else can this "mere mortal" lookalike guy do to prove to the world that he is god in human form? There are so many things said about this man, this great man. But I think we've reached a point where we should just stop talking about him and just watch this genius at work. Commentators must mute their microphones and let the people see for themselves what Sachin is. Reporters should put their pens away the next time they have an urge to write about this man. They should merely state all their previous articles about him because there is nothing new to say about this man. We've heard it all.

Sachin is truly India's and Cricket's proudest son.

Answered

2010-01-13T12:06:00.000-08:00

Beads of sweat trickling down my strained face, heart beating at its highest rate, blood bumping hard into the vessels, legs stomping into the road, a surge of panic rising steadily inside, breaths getting heavier with every passing second, an urgent need for water to satisfy my parched dry throat craving any kind of moisture. As my foothold loses grip after stepping on a sharp object, hands flaying wildly to gain balance I latch onto a burning object. Looking up I notice its a side-view mirror of a car on flames. Panic hits the pinnacle, a wild scream breaks loose.

With a slightly burnt hand and regained balance the scramble for life continues. A blast nearby, the car on which I had my hand on just exploded. 'Lucky escape' says mind. Next question ' how long is this going to continue?'. Gun shots coming from behind. I run harder and faster than ever. Survival instinct kicks in. Bewildered with my own speed and more gun shots behind.

A seering pain on my right arm just below my shoulder awaken my senses. Still running, I put my left hand and pick out a shrapnel, probably glass. Panic turns into paranoia. Running hindered with one hand clenching my wound. Gun shots steadily becoming louder. Another surge of pain and I fall face first onto the road. Pain so numbing it negates the one from my shoulder. A golden bullet on my calf muscle. Eyes shut tight, I roll on the road howling in pain. A car goes past me and I think its done. Pain still unbearable I open my eyes. I see a pistol. Question answered.

I OPEN MY EYES.

New Year Post

2009-12-31T05:18:00.000-08:00

Theme of the year : Blur

As cliched as it sounds this year really has been a blur. Nay! its been a " ubb ".

From faking a training for getting my under-graduate degree to being a part of the organizing/convincing team for hosting a culturals in my college (for which btw we gave away Cash prices.) From temporarily losing my closest of college friends to cold of Delhi to enjoying 7-star comforts in that very same city. From getting sloshed after drinking just two beers to drinking in quantity of litres and not feeling even a buzz in Bangalore. From watching the Indian Cricket Team crash and burn and suddenly rise to gain the top spot to see Arsenal play the same way for the past three years and yet gain immense joy to see them every year ( lets hope the fortunes change now that the noughties is done ) . From being a student for half the year and losing that status for the next and being in a buffer period to choose career paths. And finally, from loathing New Year's Eve to still feeling the same way about it. Yes, blur is what it truly was.

Happy New Year Folks.

Cheers

Mubarak

2009-12-20T10:34:00.000-08:00

I remember the day as it were yesterday. A blissful morning with dew drops on the leaves of trees in front of my house, sun out and smiling, my school clothes brimming with purity like the way I was. I run to my classroom through a watered strip of mud, looking forward to reach my classroom faster than my other friends for a little sense of pride to start the day with. The outcome of that run is irrelevant after what I heard later that day.

I was in grade one, innocent and simple and this incident was the first step towards the complex world that was waiting for me. Before the 9'o clock bell rings my classmates and I have a ball of time everyday and there was this short, stout kid with Asian looks. Dennis the Menace will be proud of what this kid used to be. Perhaps mischiefs is what he wanted to do for a living . Mubarak was his name. A kid who smiled endlessly and just brought about so much cheer in everyone's life.

I actually cant believe that i remember this so well. The bell rang, all my class-mates present except for two boys which was usual. The prayer began my eyes closed and my heart open to god, the scriptures were read, the songs were sung, the day's news was read, birthdays celebrated with a resonant chorus of the happy birthday song sung by the entire school. Our principal announced herself through the public address system. He said he had some terrible news and he goes on to say-

" Mubarak of class I and section A, passed away the previous night after fatally falling down from a construction building, our hearts go out to his parents and well-wishers and we hope he will rest in peace and let us observe a few minutes silence now".

The prayer ended, the principal came to our class addressed us about the entire thing. On that day I encountered something, Death. It was the beginning of a tedious life. If anyone asks me what was the first thing i learnt in my life I would quote this day. Learning to walk and talk is, I believe, instinctive.

There used to be so many days when we all would look out of the classroom and expect Mubarak to come running smiling and shouting like he always used to. He was a bundle of joy. Its cruel he died the way he did. But I believe Death is only a transition. I wish he got something better this time around.

2 Trips, 1 Week

2009-12-15T00:12:00.000-08:00

A whirlwind week just flew past me and it hasn't really sunk in that it is over. One, a trip to Delhi with absolute strangers and seven-star luxury. Two, a trip to Bangalore with closest of friends with only binge-drinking motive. Which one did I like the most is very easy to infer.

Delhi was a one night stay. I had to go there to represent my father in an unconvincing product launch organized by Panasonic. The place I stayed at was a seven-star hotel called Leela Kempinski at Gurgaon. I met Suppandi there for a couple of beers and was just chit-chatting and then attended the product launch, thankfully they had an open bar and after 7 beers I called it a night. The food was delicious and I tasted the best cake I have ever laid my tongue on, I indulged myself in it endlessly until I realized that I had to board a flight in a few hours, after peering stares and rigorous frisking from security officials the trip came to a full-stop.

Three days later, it was time for Bangalore. 5 of my closest of friends planned this trip two months back and booked train tickets, after Murali's last minute fiasco was sorted out we boarded our train. We reached Bangalore early morning on Friday. The fun began! We were extremely hungry and roamed around Koramangala for a breakfast joint with no luck, played cricket for a while and ate at Krishna Cafe. The best meal throughout the trip largely because that was the only sober one.

If I start explaining what we did over the next three days ill have to ponder myself to insanity. It was beer after beer , Vatsan's antics, Sappe's panic attacks, Shiva's woohoo's, Vinu's comedy, Murali's bottom's up, Tequilla shots, Music, Girls, my cousins, food and me.

Bangalore is a city we love and that is putting it mildly, its our Vegas. Its our very own Hangover. The first trip with the complete wolf-pack. The trip that made Arsenal win a must-win game ( Yes, I believe so).

We never wanted to return, Vatsan and I were ready to throw our tickets away. But everything that has a beginning has an end. Madras was our end and what a filthy one it is. Staying sober now is going to be hard. Bangalore has turned us into alcoholics and ill drink to that.

Thank You Bangalore!

Cheers

A Creative Lot

2009-12-02T10:25:00.000-08:00

I was reading The Prisoner of Azkaban again today and I was blown away by it. This is probably the ninth time I'm reading it and I still enjoy it and that got me thinking a little bit, a rarity for me these days nevertheless something that I thought is worth putting it down on paper.

I think that Writers are easily the most creative bunch of people in this Milkyway, not our scientists, our mathematicians, physicists, doctors, guys who wrote codes to make this blog come to being and you can just about name anyone else. To me, Writers are the most creative lot. Why would I say something like that? Does it sound absurd and ludicrous?

A writer can create something wonderful, something that actually cannot be created, something that does not even exist. But all the others have to work with that constraint, their contribution could be something that all of humanity could be thankful for yet he can never create something that cannot be created. Just like Lennon sings " there's nothing you can make that can't be made ."

On the other hand, a writer can take you metaphysically to a parallel world, a place that we can probably never see and experience. He can make you live in a world that was created by his mind and intellect. He does not conform to limitations, he doesn't have physical laws stopping him from describing his most irrational dreams. How cool is that?

A Spectator's View

2009-11-23T09:36:00.000-08:00

Since the time I was initiated into Freemasonry I have, in a way, longed to be a spectator when an initiation ceremony was carried out and with two meetings past me i witnessed one in my third and ever since that I have not been able to get that out of my mind. Freemasonry and its philosophies begin even before the candidate is prepared for it and if he is as curious as me he would appreciate and love it. Here, I want to detail the ceremony i witnessed without dishonouring my obligation to the Craft.

As the Tyler ( the guard who stands outside the premises of the lodge ) alerts the Inner Guard about an alarm ( i.e. a stranger who is in a state of darkness seeking permission to enter the lodge), the message is duly conveyed to the Master through his Wardens. After the Tyler asks the candidate the necessary questions which border upon him coming out of his free will and accord and that he has the necessary qualities to be a Mason.

The prospective Entered Apprentice (E.A) enters the lodge and the Junior Deacon places a knife upon his left breasts and asks him what he felt. The candidate replies " A Torture ". The Deacon tells him that let this physical torture remind you that you shalt not reveal the secrets of freemasonry to anyone unlawfully.

He further goes on three times around the lodge seeking permission from the Master's Wardens and then the Master himself. The master further questions him about what he wants at this point of time after being in a state of darkness for such a long period. The candidate replies that he wants " Light ", the master replies "let there be light" and his blind-fold his removed, the point that you infer is that until you joined freemasonry you were in darkness, in a state of ignorance. Now things will change.

The candidate now takes an obligation that he will not reveal the secrets he is about to discover in his journey into freemasonry to anyone who does not deserve to know it. He then learns about a freemason's grip, sign and word. He goes to the Senior Warden who explains the white apron given to him which is made of lamb's skin signifying his purity and innocence that the lamb symbolizes.

He is then further explained that as an E.A what he signifies to the lodge and about his innocence and the reasons for being placed at a particular part of the lodge. The philosophy that you shall infer from the next charge that is rendered to you is that 'now that you have been initiated here in this lodge, you life begins afresh, your foundation has been laid and you shall rest at the North East corner of the lodge, signifying a foundation stone that is kept to construct any building.' He is questioned if he has anything valuable to give to the lodge, the candidate replies in the negative. The master asks him to search thoroughly and the reply is still negative. The master continues and tells the EA to remember this moment when he was left penniless and utterly poor and that there will come a time when someone might be in similar distress that he will remember this incident so that he will help him to the maximum extent.

He is let out of the lodge for a brief moment to wear his usual attire and with his new Apron.

The E.A then comes to know about his Working Tools consisting of the 24-inch guage, the Common Gavel and The Chisel. The 24-inch gavel is separated into 8 hour periods symbolizing services to god and fellow brethren, vocation and refreshment. The common gavel and the chisel symbolizes the need for building one's character and morality for the better.

The E.A is showed the Tracing Board upon which the design of a lodge is based and its significance. Finally, the charge after initiation is delivered revealing what the First Degree of the craft is based on viz. Brotherly Love, Relief and Truth. The charge further details about the conduct of an E.A inside and outside the lodge and to believe in God.

The Ceremony ends with the National Anthem symbolizing the need for patriotism. The ceremony itself is riveting when experienced as a newly E.A., the thrill of the experience is inexplicable and to experience it all over again in the eyes of a spectator so soon after my own initiation I was left hypnotized by the style and glamour of it all.

A Compulsion

2009-11-22T23:29:00.000-08:00

Ever since i started writing this blog there has been a compulsion. A compulsion, when not met makes me uncomfortable and makes me wonder. It sometimes even gives me sleepless nights.

The compulsion is to write something here. I do not like it when my blog is not constantly updated, I feel distraught when I cant think of something to write here if my last post is more than three weeks old. Today, I had the same feeling and then it struck me to write about this compulsion, about this weird addiction of sorts.

People say that constantly writing something couldn't be bad and I accept. But the problem really is when you cant come up with that " something " it eats you up. But coming up with something readable is an entirely different story. The time-period that I've set for that is little longer. Anyway, I'm happy that i maintain a blog, a medium that lets me get rid of my emotions. . and I again stress that its a compulsion to write and in a strange way I don't mind it.

I could have worse addictions than this.. can't I ?

Not a Groundhog Day

2009-10-15T00:12:00.000-07:00

A sleepy morning, not entirely awake, riding my bike, overtaking people inadvertently, hardly interested in driving. The traffic was halted by a red light. The traffic resumed its toil to go forward, speeds picked up, gaps increased and sound of horns reduced. I was riding behind a bus talking to myself about what I should do that day, an oily newspaper flew out and hit me square on the face. I thought to myself the person who threw it out successfully wished me a very good morning but in the worst possible way. The day was messed up, I was pissed off the entire day.

I went to bed that day and thought how someone can totally ruin a day for a stranger without even knowing that he did . The next day i was surprised to experience the exact opposite of the previous day's morning.

A similar sleepy morning, a different road bustling with people. Traffic at its slowest and halted my jaywalkers intermittently. The anger steadily rising within me and then something happened. I was just about to twist the accelerator when a mother and a girl, probably 7 or 8 years old crossed the road. The girl put her hand up to indicate that I should halt, I angrily did so. I looked at the girl as she crossed me, I guess she could make out that I was angry at their jaywalking. The girl flashed a light bulb smile and mouthed "thank you". I couldn't help but smile and nodded to her.

Two different mornings and two different starts to it. The person who threw out the paper still doesn't know he ruined my day, the girl who thanked me doesn't know she set up a beautiful day for me. Little things like this make me realize that my life is not like the movie Groundhog Day, eventhough i think everyday seems just as mundane as the previous day.

These precious little moments, good or bad, sets up the life for us for another day.

A Big Fat Kaboor Wedding.

2009-10-13T00:53:00.000-07:00

Sunday was well planned this time around. A long drive with friends, some laughs and some nice music for the ears and if I wasn't the Designated Driver for the day a few beers would have also been included in the agenda. Sounds like a fun day? So wrong you would be.

At 4' o clock, a dear, caring friend of mine made me wait for half an hour outside his house while he walked out like he was going to party the rest of the evening and night barring the nice little picnic water bottle he was carrying. Strike 1.

After picking up two other guys , I decided to speed up. Cruising in my old car, pushing it to the limit and by that I mean speeding at 80kmph, a few photos here and there and before reaching the toll plaza, we got some beers for the guys at the back. we hit a road block at the toll plaza. After another half an hour, an enjoyable wait. The boys at their comical best. We proceeded further.

We drove for hours, hit road blocks at all the wrong time and after 4 agonizing hours of clutch, break & acceleration we were outside Swarnabhoomi, the place were the concert was held. Parking took another three-quarters an hour. Strike 2.

Having missed half an hour of the concert. We witnessed what was easily the worst organization you can possibly imagine. we walked way past the place where we were supposed to stand and went as further up as possible. Ofcourse the organizers didn't care about the 300 and 500 rupee stands, all their security was deployed for the four digit ticket prices. I preferred to go back and stand in a place where humans can breathe and actually move freely and forced that upon my friends.

We later found what we thought was an ideal place and listened to the concert. Oh! what disappointment awaited us. As Rahman doled out every song i wished the song would end soon so that we can listen to something that we wanted to. The playlist that he had for the day was certainly not for Madras. He was less than entertaining in the first part of the concert.

At 9, there was some presentation thing going on, most people thought the concert was over and started head out, we hung around and Rahman resumed, still playing Hindi songs but they were all really good one's, after some wonderful bass guitar improvisation from Keith Peters, Rahman came to the fore-front and sang 'Mustafa Mustafa', we went berserk, the crowd went berserk. he followed it up with "Arabic Kadaloram" and then a few nice songs. He ended with Jai-Ho and his signature Vande Materam. Strike 3.

When we walked out, we were less than impressed, heavily disappointed and wanted more. I felt that Rahman forgot he was in Madras and he got his playlist so wrong, that for me, it felt like attending a Kaboor Wedding, only the Dandiya was missing i guess.

An utter waste of time, energy and not to forget money. Mr.Rahman, you should have done better. The following day, the papers said that Rahman's concert was amazing and the people loved it. 'Such lies' I told myself. A Big Fat Kaboor Wedding is what I would have reported it as.

Cricket Reborn

2009-09-16T11:17:00.000-07:00

How long has it been since i mentioned anything about cricket in my blog? Recently I realized that my obession towards Arsenal had overtaken my passion i.e. Cricket and then I switched my focus to cricket. Scratch that. Sachin shifted my focus back to cricket. The one man whom I consider the closest to God. The one man who was born to do what he's doing for his country and nothing else and for that man the game was invented.

The salient thing about any sport is that it brings people together, forget their differences and root for their favourite teams or players. It is that aspect of a sport that makes it such a hit with people all around the world. Cricket makes this unbelievably chaotic country with so much diversity amongst its masses become one. I respect the game even more because it can do that.

Anyway as I was watching my 'God' wield his bat and use his talent to its ultimate levels and put his body through some serious physical pain to make sure his country was triumphant, it hit me hard. I realized that i loved watching this game. I realized I missed it when I was concentrating on my obession. Cricket forever will be my only passion. Cricket forever will get the better of Arsenal.

Anyway, the Champions Trophy starts next week. Its a tournament in which all the cricket playing nations play against each other it is like a world-cup except that it is not. The cricket authorties want to make the game popular in countries where the game is not widely played and I thought to myself if they want to popularize the game then they have to play it in those countries. What is the use of hosting an all-nation tournament in a country when the game is already popular there. I have read that America wanted to have a Cricket Worldcup in their country sometime back, why not give them a chance to host a Champions Trophy or a Twenty20 Worldcup. Wont it make better sense? There could be only one problem that is attracting crowds, im pretty sure that if you give the country enough time to host an event they can come up with all the facilities needed.

But we have to settle for South Africa one more time. I wonder when they'll stop having sporting events in that country.

My Ceremony Of Initiation

2009-09-01T12:26:00.000-07:00

My block in thoughts went for a six today after attending my first freemason’s meeting.

Its been two hours since I have been made an Entered Apprentice and I’m completely honest when I say that I was blown away in my first meeting. It is hard to write in detail about the ceremony today since I swore by the Volumes of Sacred Law about the secrecy and the nature of the meeting. I felt like I was entering the Court of a great King, seeking permission from each of his esteemed officers and finally the king himself and once I was accepted into the hall after carefully scrutinizing my worth , interest and character I was further led to unravel and understand the mysteries of Freemasonry in the first degree, there being two more.

My father who was the Master(equivalent to a king) of the lodge a few years back assumed the The Eastern Chair (equivalent of a throne) for the day to initiate me as an entered apprentice. It is a special occasion when a father conducts the cermony of initiation for his son and he was lucky enough to do it twice once for my elder brother Lokesh and now for me. An entered apprentice is equated to a foundation stone which will always be laid at the north-east corner of a building and from there the building will expand to its exemplary stature, the meeting further went on to explain to me the virtues upon which Freemasonry is premised upon and that I would have to uphold all of them to be a true mason as my journey begins.

My first views on Freemasonry is that, it fundamentally takes its symbollism from how a building is built, shaped and decorated to stand on its mighty glory when it completely finished, likewise the rituals in freemasonry when upheld will evolve a man into an extraordinary individual.

The rituals conducted were simply mind-blowing and it interested me, so much so, that I didn’t know an entire hour had passed when the meeting concluded and I was given my title as an EAFM.

I believe I did a fair enough job in my toast speech and gave credit for all the relevant people and fellowship was fantastic. Lots of drinks with a lot of intellectual people rounded off an extremely wonderful evening for me.

Untitled #5

2009-08-15T00:46:00.000-07:00

It's good to be back in the cyber world after 7 weeks of hibernation, I feel fresh and ready to get some updates in. This 7 week sabbatical was not out of choice but out of compulsion. Politicians ( hathway shut down because of them), inefficiency( Airtel) and finally someone lived up to the promises they made. Yes! BSNL ( The Govt. ) promised me that my computer would be wired with an internet connection in three days and there it was after three days. A brand new wireless router with a bunch of wires hidden behind my desk.

The first two weeks of my sabbatical was when I realized i was an Internet Addict. I just didn't know what to do with my computer without an internet, in the end, i got out of it. Music, Fifa 07, RocknRolla and Lewis Black playing their parts perfectly to the tee. Fifa playing the protagonist.

Away from arsenal news, cricinfo, blogs, facebook, googlenews and wikipedia life carried on. Brother is here on vacation, beers have become a regular feature every week, feeling buzzed and listening to stories and singing Arsenal chants have become a part of every day routine. It's nice.

The start of a new season tonight and strangely im more confident than I have ever been. Its time to deliver. Arsenal makes us proud.

Diya.. That I Remember

2009-06-17T10:49:00.000-07:00

In my generation, Diya was the first girl child in my closely-knit family. Before her we had boys infesting our family but she made the difference and now it is girls everywhere. Anyway Diya is my favourite girl in the family. The one in the picture drew me to the 29th cross street apartment day in and day out.

I remember the days she wouldnt eat i would jump up and down in the living room. It would make her laugh so hard and she would end up finishing her meal and sometimes asking for more. Her face would lighten up the moment she saw me. I've seen her crawl, her first steps, and her first words.

It feels so good to see her all grown up at 10 years of age. But its disappointing to accept that i dont relate much to the present version of Diya like the way i used to before. But she still remains my favourite girl in the family.

Diya, I Love You So Much...

The Departed

2009-06-01T02:48:00.000-07:00

The track bittersweet symphony is playing as i write this post I cant help but not think about two things now.

1) How bad is Richard Ashcroft ? That guy shouldn't be anywhere near a mic not even as an announcer.

2) An odd memory crosses my mind. I remember every drunken night in my life, I have never ever had so much alcohol that I've blacked out, and in all those drunken nights I had my best and closest of friends in it and we were always connected by a strong bond. It is not being friends that connected us but it was the fact that we saw each other every day, we were all in one city connected by something more than just the fact that we were friends.

Now i see most of them depart from my life. Everyone's going on in their own journey. We all halted at the same place and at the same time, now its time to move on and depart. Take our own trip to obscurity and anonymity untill we become the Faithful Departed. So long, boys!!! A few drinks every now and then would be nice...

Decisions

2009-05-01T13:03:00.000-07:00

I woke up today with a thought ringing through my mind that its an end of an era for me when the month of May comes to an end. I would relinquish my status as a student indeterminately. I sat upright on my bed and couldn't feel helpless about my present state it is something i have never experienced, the future is certainly bright ( that's the level of my optimism) but its hazy. Its like opening your eyes directly at sunlight, you know its bright but you are totally blinded for a few minutes you have to blink your way into normal vision.

Im not sure how much I have to blink to see my near-future. Ask my options and i would say "Erm... I don't think i have any." It is scary and i have no idea how i'm going to go through this phase. Would alcohol help? Would marijuana help? i wonder...

Decisions in your life are always easy to make as long as you don't have to make it. You seem to think controlling someone else's life and making decisions for them is simple and its probably true. But when it comes to your own life, you are often blinded as to what choices you have or what you are good at. I'm going through it right now. Wish me luck. I only wish is to get through this dark tunnel with no regrets.

" Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

and i will try to fix you."

Remember That Day

2009-03-24T00:34:00.000-07:00

20th March, 2009 would always be etched in my heart, for it was on that very special day I put the word 'Yes' to good use. Suppandi and me were heading back to college after attending a culturals at the Madras School Of Economics and at college Boskey said ' lets smoke up ', without a thought or two pat came the answer from Supp and me. It was a resounding yes.

An hour later with two joints stamped out, watches running slower than usual and a whirring head, I was Comfortably Numb and that is putting it lightly. We somehow got back home without killing ourselves or anyone else on the road. The ride was weird, for me it felt like every road we took to reach my place was travelled a million times before it happened in reality. I was hallucinating and my hunger was rising steadily and not to mention a fatal craving for some water.

I fell on my bed with the door shut and zune in my hand. There was an uncontrollable urge to laugh out loud and i vaguely remember supressing it. The music kicked in, hated any song which was fast. Dylan, Jim, John , Chris and David kept rolling out of my zune and then it all went blank for a while.

I woke up a little while later and scavenged my house for any remnants of food and anything edible and in liquid state. Mind clearing out, vision starting to focus on things , hallucinations halted, reality kicking in and to my utter disappointment life was normal again...

Cheers!!!

God Doesn't Exist.. There's Only Reality

2009-02-24T21:15:00.000-08:00

Has there ever been a time in your life you become so depressed and sad that you start questioning the existence of god. I’ve had that phase quite a lot of times but today it resurrected and I inferred this.

It is exactly 2:13 AM now, my internet is acting up and I’m using MS-WORD to make sure I that all I do in the morning tomorrow so is blindly cut and paste this. Arsenal vs Roma is supposed to be going on now and I decided to watch I prepared myself for it since its on at an ungodly hour. ( if I can use that word )

The clock ticks to 1:24, there seems a little disruption in the TV feed and the next second just a blue screen appears and I thought that is god’s way of depriving me of the entertainment I seek during this woefully sad period in my life piling on the anger which is reaching dangerous levels day by day. My internet also failed me.

I got to thinking and this was what I said out loud to an imaginary ‘me’ sitting right beside me with one of my most interested looks.

“ God!! Why the fuck did you do that for….! * a few minutes passed * What the fuck am I saying, God doesn’t exist, there’s just reality and it is fucking disappointing all the time. * turns right to see a few pictures of god * . you don’t exist, we fucking created you and we just hoodwinked ourselves into believing in miracles and all your shit. If at all you exist all you ever do is cause tsunamis, earthquakes and death. It is us humans who strive for world peace and there’s no fucking miracle from you to help us get that. Am I contradicting myself here?? I don’t fucking care… all I know is there’s a situation in this world and somehow everybody looks up to you which is crazy because deep down everyone knows you are nobody.“

Will I agree with myself when I wake up tomorrow?? I don’t know. Would I want to agree with this? I hope not, because like all other people I’m also hoodwinked by our creation of this so called supernatural phenomenon called god and end up accepting that god exists.

But at this very instant I stand by this, god is Our creation. Everything just happened. It is us humans who are the supernatural power. But I might be wrong, because there’s a brilliant possibility that some other organism could be better than us, but let’s just not call it God.

Cheers…

Alive

2009-02-21T00:07:00.000-08:00

Yes... After a gruelling one hour and twenty minutes overcoming uneven roads and a shitty pair of shoes which gave me a couple of blisters in either foot i completed my Mini Marathon in style. It was a proud moment for me and one I would never forget and would perhaps relive it in the future editions of the Chennai Marathon.

It was alot of fun jogging for ten kilo-metres early in the morning, everytime i went past a person who was slowing down or showing signs of fatigue it motivated me more to complete the race though at times when i was tiring it was Vatsan who spurred me on, he is a great guy...!!! But the bottom line is i feel more fit now, I now know what my body can take...

And while i was running i saw a 71-year old lady finishing her 5 K.M marathon, now how cool is that?? It seems she's been doing this for the past 6 years.. :O

Next time i vow to wear a better pair of shoes and finish the race faster...!! This post suggests that im alive and kicking... :)

Cheers...

Getting Ready

2009-02-13T00:50:00.000-08:00

Its been two weeks since I went out during the day, my college is closed for some political reasons and it reopens this monday. So i was thinking what should I do to somehow break this mundane life of computers, music, Arsenal, internet, food and sleep.

Bingo...!!! Some exercise. But there was a little glitch in that plan, I could not keep myself motivated to go jogging everyday and so some more browsing led me to a life-saving website. Its the Chennai Marathon. I called a few friends, one obliged and im officially running a Mini-Marathon spanning 10 kilo-meters ( 6.2 Miles ) on sunday.

Yesterday Suppandi, Golti, Vatsan and Me decided we need to exert ourselves a little bit before we faint in our Great Marathon Effort of 2009. We found a wonderful shuttle court in Murali's quarters. Two hours of some untidy, but yet tiresome shuttle we called it quits thanks to Suppandi's parents.

Anyway, its time to buckle up and get ready and hope to finish the marathon in a dignified manner. Lets see how it goes... wish me luck!!

Cheers!!!

Unusual Madras

2009-01-31T11:35:00.000-08:00

Madras has alot of things that typifies the city like the beaches, LIC Building, the food, nice people, ugly statues in beautiful beaches & TASMAC shops. But one thing that always stands out in our loving city is the heat and the humidity. Before you notice any of the above said things one would always notice Madras's climate and its so easy to reply when someone asks " how is the weather there?" . We, Madras people, answer without a shred of doubt " Oh! its just hot and humid."

At six in the morning, Madras is wide awake and happily bright, that might be one of the reasons that most Madras people are morning persons ( Notice I use the word 'most' and not 'all' ) and as always the sun sets late.

But things are eerie these days. The minimum temperatures recorded are often below room temperature! There is mist everwhere! Madras is actually being visited by an unknown natural phenomenon called Dew! and to top all of that its not hot and humid at all. The weather these days is very unnatural. All of a sudden, global warming and climate change seems obvious to us. The Inconvenient Truth is staring at us from point blank range.

If its Democracy for Athens, Caesar for Rome, War for Sparta or Holocaust for Israel it is Heat and Humidity for Madras. We love it no matter what we say. We miss it. We don't like our new weather conditions. We are evolved to deal with our usual weather. This is unusual. It seems like we are under an artificial sky and im not sure if we like it.

Bring back our Original Madras. We need it!!!

Cheers!!!

Charlie Never Fails To Cheer Me Up.. The Little Devil

2009-01-29T10:23:00.000-08:00

A Test Of Character

2009-01-13T09:14:00.000-08:00

A trip to a movie theater is supposed to be for fun, entertainment and relaxing and thats how the evening began for Vatsan, Sappe, Vinu and Me. A breezy and extremely chilly drive through the ECR and fifty bucks which in hindsight was wasted at the toll plaza we were convinced that we were in for an awesome night. UNTIL, the decision of which movie had to be taken. Our choices were limited and bad ( I guess ) and somehow we zero'ed in on a Vijay movie- Villu.

We walked around a little since the movie was going to start only after an hour. The laugh riot among us started and i think we might have looked like a gang of highly doped kids not knowing what they are doing but laugh out aloud incessantly . The laughing stopped when the movie started.

The test of character building had begun. Can we sit through that movie?? No we cannot, We failed our test miserably but we came out alive and sane. Unlike others we were willing to ditch the 200 bucks we had paid to see that piece of sh*t. We had no idea about what was happening there. But we were intelligent enough to say " Enough is enough, Our lives are more important " and walk out proudly. Even Calvin would have happily shovelled 20 inches of snow than watch this movie.

Out we came. The drive back seems more like a dream because we were actually trying to find reasons to justify watching an hour of that movie. At the end of the night, when i got back home and fell on my bed, i felt pathetic and nauseous. As Prospekt's March kicked in on my zune i vowed never to watch any movie on the first day of its release not even an Oscar winner. Now i wonder would we have passed the test had we sat there and made fun of the movie???

No.. !! Absolutely Not!! Our brains would have stopped working. It would have been on overload! We wouldnt have known where to begin...!

A description for the movie is impossible since there is no adjective in any language which one can associate with the movie. If you can help me with it, Im already listening...

Cheers!!

And In The End....

2009-01-09T09:10:00.000-08:00

I woke up yesterday and as I looked around i thought that it was a pleasant day possibly full of opportunities and 24 hours later I shouldn't even try to find a reason to deny it. I would have to say it was Legen- wait for it Dary... Legendary...

The best decision i took that day was perhaps to skip college and drive my brother around to the U.S. Consulate and later to Lifestyle. He needed to collect his passport in time which he did and later get some office wear. Him, his friend and me were sitting in the food court and thats when the magic words were spoken by my brother, says he " Lets get drunk man. Its my last day in town." Affirmative responses from both of us. A drive back home to change and get a pair of shoes on, a few phone calls on the way. Six guys and the night was set.

Zara's rejected us ( they missed a lovely chance of delivering a 5000 and odd check) but High Time embraced us. A few beers and lots of chit chat, they announced that they were closing. An idea sparked from one of us into the band of brothers and we were on our way to another Zara's ( the one at the airport). It was absolutely empty and they were more than willing to let us in and let our drinking binge continue.

Some more beers served and a few cigarettes lit, it was time for some shooters. The shooter was a called Mind Eraser and it tasted lousy. We wanted to take that taste out of our tongues and thus i suggested " Lets do some Tequilla Shots".. Big mistake on one hand but it was also the very reason the night turned legendary.

An hour after that i dont remember a thing. I was awaken later the next day by some loud voices, the words i caught were Purse, Lost, Credit Cards and I.D's. It was my brother's purse and he had searched everywhere. For a person who's leaving to the U.S. the most important things they one should carry is passport, visa and CREDIT CARDS. My brother was utterly disgruntled about losing it. He was trying to figure out where he might have lost it. And after alot of hours of swearing and pushing my parents out of our room. I received a text message.

" I have your brother's purse da. No idea how i got it"

-Vinu

That message relieved us all. And in the end the night still remains Legendary. A tale which will be told alot of times in the future. The stories and fun part which happened during the night will be relived on more drunken nights. But this will be the original. This will be... Wizard!

Cheers!!!

New Year Post II

2009-01-01T00:30:00.000-08:00

Oh yes... I remembered to do this but a little off on my timing but who reads my blog anyway?? Its been one hell of a year for me and i mean it in the literal sense. Lots of downs and just a few moments that would make me smile when I look back. But im happy that i was brave enough to take my CAT seriously. I did give it a real go, it wasnt a half hearted shot. I din't pussy out when the pressure was on me. Thats something that i would always remember.

Lots of alcohol during this bygone year and ofcourse the fun was there. College was regular. Chances with girls were horrendous though one memory of a certain "Birthday Present" will haunt for the rest of my life and would be retold to many others and certainly my grand-children at some point of time.

I have always wondered why would someone celebrate an occasion which just makes them a little older than they actually were before. I have never been a big fan of birthdays' or newyear's eve and ergo last night was very low-key infact forgetable and doesnt deserve mention here.

So what do I want for this year??? I'm going to be a little un-selfish this time around and ask for the economies to boom fast, world peace and a more quotient of happiness in my life and preferably some success ... :)

Anyway, Happy New-Year everybody....

P.S. I also want my imagination and writing skills back and my pissed off mood to fade away and never come back... :P

2008-12-20T04:37:00.000-08:00

Of late emptiness seems to be dictating the terms in my life. I haven't done much at all apart from waste time, sleep and just stare at the ceiling of my room with absolutely no thoughts running through my mind. It feels weird and creepy. Music suddenly doesnt seem to calm me infact i seem to have stopped listening to music which is very very unusual. This little Eureka moment made me realize that my life is empty.

I dont seem to recollect a phase in my life like this. I always have something on my mind, a thought always lingers in my mind. But now there is nothing. Im just going through my motions as a mere obligation and i'm finding it hard to frame a solution for this. What do you think would help me??? A thought provoking book?? A joint?? A drinking binge?? A conversation??

I just dont know. I write this post with no feeling. I write this post just as a record that i can look up in the future when i go through a similar phase. In short life is just amazingly boring and this is not the usual

" hey whats happening in life???.. nothing much man.. just bored " thing.

2008-12-01T06:03:00.000-08:00

Gravity Release Me

Don't Ever Hold Me Down

Now My Feet Won't Touch The Ground

The Final Semester

2008-11-19T10:14:00.000-08:00

Whoa...!! Two and a half years has " Jumped To Light Speed" ( ripped from Star Wars.. WOOHOOO)... I cant believe that im just 4 months away from being an under-graduate. The thought haunts me, im having nightmares about my future and im confused.

But to look back at my time in college, i seriously couldnt have asked for more. I'm part of a class which is the most Non-Studious boys in my entire college, our topper probably averages just 80%. I met some wonderful people in college ( motions to Suppandi.. Golti's.. Moulips... & all others). The times of back bench singing, Metero Music, random conversations, the laughter, the dumb-charades, desk graffitti, my phone number, CAT Papers, Magazines, Priyanka Chopra, Babes, Comfortably Numb, Beethoven, Evam, Nibbles, Burgar-Man, Corner Juice Garden...... it just feels awesome to think about all of that.

But its sad, its only going to last another 4 months, and then ill be here in this very same chair, hearing the same music and writing another post about my college life and surely im going to have a Deja-Vu about this day and ill look back at this post and think how crappy im when it comes to writing!!

Wish You Were Here

2008-11-07T10:32:00.000-08:00

Man's invention and discoveries baffles everyone and yet only few try to go down that path. Discovery of fire, the invention of a wheel, electricity, cars, trains, bulbs, gravity, Zero. So many things that we use daily, yet never understand or appreciate the effort put into it. Most of us don't even strive to find something like that, alot of us believe that there no more simple things to be found, everything we are about to discover or invent henceforth is going to be the product of complex ideas, theories and all other intricacies that exists. My point through this post has nothing to do with, i just felt like writing this.

The tele-phone is an amazing instrument, absolutely brilliant. The changes it has gone through is also fascinating. The idea of a telephone brought about an even more significant invention in the recent past, thats a cellular phone.

Cellular phone paved way for a feature that i enjoyed most today " Conference Calling ". As i held a cup of hot chocolate in my hand and waiting for my turn to lay my hands on the crisp newspaper that my Dad was holding, the landline next to me switched itself to life. I picked up and said a sleepy " Hello ". My sister on the other side burst into elation once she heard my voice. If the hot chocolate failed to wake me up, this did, and i was pleased to be woken up this way. A few regular lines of pleasantries and then she suddenly said " Hey! hang on da.. let me call Loki." Aaah!! The conference kicked in.

I had planned to breeze through some of my account's problems before going to my exam, i told myself that it could wait. This conference call was more important to me. As we spoke and laughed over the phone, my mom and paati were all smiles. It felt wonderful to talk to my brother and sister. Obama, his victory speech, Anusha's citizenship, Loki's I-phone, Palin's prank call, Arsenal, George and Dragon, BMW, Loki's day out with the kindergarten students, Anusha's work, their social security numbers and our laughs echoed in our conference call, and after close to three-quarters an hour of the family reunion through our phones. We said goodbye's and hung up.

As i went upstairs, I had no mood to pick my book up to do the breezing that i had planned. I was happy, i was confident. I cared less about my exam and just wanted to spend a day with them. I miss them now as i write this post. I don't know why, i just miss them alot. Too many memories are infesting my mind, the times we've sung together, the times we've played together, fought with eachother. That one night when went partying. The Times we've argued and backed each other in that little house in 30th cross street. I just want all of them back atleast for one day.

Wish You Were Here

Arsenal Vs Tottenham Hotspurs ( 30th Oct. 2008 )

2008-10-30T02:06:00.000-07:00

I have been awake for the champions league final back in 2005 when we lost to Barcelona on a rainy night after going one nil up. I have woken up at 5 in the morning to see an Australia Vs India match only to see us 36 for 4 in 1 hour of the first session, i have been awake to see lots of arsenal matches in the champions league to see them lose, but none annoyed me as this game did. Its NOT disappointment, its just plain fury thats inside me right now.

What awaited me at 1:30 A.M to 3:05 A.M was entertainment of the highest quality, a indian movie which is worth watching a million times, but it wont give you a sense of satisfaction if you are a Gooner. It will leave to rot in your own fury , anger and disgust.

The most annoying match of my Arsenal life. The game starts, the atmosphere gave me goosebumps, two of the best commentators in the footballing world and me. Spurs go one nil up from a brilliant strike From David Bentley ( Ex- Gunner ) but a rookie mistake from the keeper. Arsenal equalize from a header by Mikael Sylvestre out of an inviting corner by RVP. Half Time.

At 46 mins stupid mistake from the opposition gives Arsenal a freekick, rvp whips it in the box, Capi Golightly ( Gallas ) gets a head, BRILLIANT BRILLIANT header. a vital second goal. Arsenal 2-1. Long ball in from rvp to nasri, nasri finds himself in acres of space ahead of him, runs and runs, chips the ball over the goalie, the ball heading towards the goal but very slowly, the final touch of adebayor gets Arsenal the third goal, its 3-1. Spurs get the ball in the half line, work their way into the arsenal's box, from just outside Huddlestone unleashes a fiercy strike, hits almunia on the face and rebounds, Darren Bent the substitute finishes the leftovers, makes it 3-2. The Game's not over. Immediately after that goal, Arsenal counter-attack, a gift from a spur's defender, adebayor whips it in the box finds rvp who scores in the 87th min. surely the match is over now. Arsenal lead 4-2.

The drama just gets a bit more interesting, clichy slips in his half, Jenas gets the ball near the half-line, run across the pitch. Looks up and decides to shoot himself, brilliant goal. Spurs close the lead by a goal its 4-3. 94th min, Arsenal fail to keep the ball, give it away in a state of panic to one of the spur's players. Modric gets the ball in arsenal's half shoots... Hits the bar. Lennon finishes the rebound, another almunia mistake its 4 all.. Match Over...

As soon it was 90 mins and 4 mins were added on, i told myself keep the ball plzzz... at 93 mins i yelled at 3 o clock in the night KEEP THE FUCKIN' BALL.....!! Arsenal failed to do it. It winded me up. i dint sleep the whole night. Amazing match... Stupid climax!

I cant digest this draw, it just wasnt fair. We played a million times better, clearly outwitted and outplayed our cross-town rivals through-out the game and somehow we get only 1 point out of the game. 12 hours from the game, and im still furious. I wonder how the manager and the players are...

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2008-10-24T10:25:00.000-07:00

It was a pleasant shade of gray creeping through my windows which kept me awake. The irony makes me smile. I think I’m suffering from Insomnia, I have hardly slept during the nights for the past week or so. As I lied on my supposedly cozy bed looking up at Jim contemplating about my life, I dozed off. Thinking about it now I feel nice.

All Of My Life's Tragedies...

2008-10-21T01:30:00.000-07:00

A few day's back in the name of Model Exam i was solving one of my CAT papers in the examination hall, seated on the first bench i have to say all my professors are very very blind or very very considerate. You decide between the two.

Anyway, my CAT is on the november 16th if you are a great believer of numerology you can work out that illogical math and come to a conclusion whether the day is auspicious or not. So, while working out the cat paper one of my classmates says that the timetable of my semesters are out. The invigilator literally chased us out and i made my way to the place where the time-table was put up. so this is how it goes

7th November - 10A.M to 1 P.M - Cost Accounting

11th November - 10A.M to 1 P.M - Company Law And Practice III

14th November - 10A.M to 1 P.M - Taxation - I

16th November - 10 A.M to 12.30 P.M - Common Admission Test

17th November - 10A.M to 1 P.M - Labour & Industrial Law

19th November - 10A.M to 1 P.M - Entrepreneurship & Small Business Management

My heart did a free-fall, my stomach whirled and my face had an expression of horror, a similar sight awaited me as i turned to Suppandi. "This is not good. This is Ultimate Death." says he. I had no words to respond. Went straight to the beach lit up a cigarette contemplated a little about my sorry life. There have been times when i wished for some action to happen in my life and all the dreams about that action has always been something nice and happy. God answered my call for action, except he put all of my life's tragedies in a little time-capsule of one and a half weeks. Certainly, Thats ACTION.

Sometimes i think if men are the most cruel beings in the world. i was so wrong. God is and will always be. So the greatest of all my life's tragedies are going meet and have a fun time with me and will hopefully drive me to insanity. Despite God being cruel, who else can we call for help when we are so desperate for one.

Alas, God Its time to give me a helping hand i really really need it. Hope you answer to THIS plea in a proper way....

Cheers!!!

How Could I restrain Myself...

2008-10-19T05:55:00.000-07:00

As i sat down infront of my plasma to watch cricket's greatest spectacle i couldnt but help shed a few Happy Tears when The God raised his bat took of his head gear and looked up at the heavens, it felt like i achieved what Sachin Tendulkar achieved, thats how big a fan I'm. Its a moment ill never forget in my life. Those tears were involuntary and to think of how stupid i was to try and restrain myself not to blog about this beats me. Sometimes i do weird things. This surely goes in that list.

Sachin Tendulkar is a sporting legend, a cricketing god, an idol to many and now the most accomplished batsman in the history of the game. He surpassed Brian Lara, another genius but not as big as this guy.

Experts say Don Bradman with an average of 99.96 is the best cricketer ever to have played the game. I simply don't agree and there's only one reason. To shoulder the expectations of a billion people watching at home and a million more elsewhere and to be able to accomplish what Sachin has done is something nobody else can do. Im sure even Sir Don wouldnt be able to take so much pressure. Thats where he stands apart from everybody. I don't even have to talk about what he has done, that one piece of information will suffice for me.

Its been a while since he broke any record, but from now on he'll be setting them no more breaking business. He is the Supreme Emperor of Cricket. The place he deserves and a place he earned with 19 years of intense labour and he still has more work to do or atleast i hope so... If just achieving a feat made me cry, i wonder how inconsolable im going to be once he announces his retirement.

Anyway,

Here's to a prolonged and even more illustrious career and I salute Thee

Cheers!!!

2008-10-03T23:00:00.000-07:00

im exactly an hour away from losing my teenage....!!! i feel sad....!!!

The Times They Are A-Changin'

2008-09-23T11:23:00.000-07:00

The cozy bed, the cool air conditioner and my lullaby-singing Zune all doing its job perfectly to put me to sleep. As i almost doze off California Sunshine by Abakus kicks in. A faint *beep* and three sets of vibrations made me crane my neck a little, i reached for the source of the disturbance.

My other-wise idle cell phone, which most people know about, i even won the Most Idle Phone in my college competition twice in a row after which the competition was put off, i still dont know the reason . Its probably because the winner was certain . Anyway my otherwise idle cell phone was glowing in the dark and there were a string of letters which read " 1 Message Received ". I opened it. it read :-

Machan..... My sister just had a daughter, Im a proud uncle today... Treatings Later!

And since that day i have been hearing alot of baby news and none of which has ever been a boy. None..! and it has surprised me. Today my friend told me that he just had a niece. Its all very fishy to me.. Im getting the feeling that girls are taking over the world, and im all the more tempted to join G.R.O.S.S if that is true...

Im only Kidding...!!

psst- All my company law classes at college have become Calvin & Hobbes reading sessions. Thanks to my Zune and bulk image convertors.

Cheers!!!

For Arsene Fans..,

2008-08-23T05:32:00.000-07:00

This is why trophies dont matter to us http://http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/football/premier-league/arsene-wenger-success--i-make-it-i-wont-buy-it-906388.html

2008-08-22T10:51:00.000-07:00

-ated by Pink Floyd yet again...

Yes. It's August 15th

2008-08-15T11:52:00.000-07:00

61 Years Of Independence

The significance of this post is highlighted by this day. The nature of this day is resulted in this post. Woke up pretty late and habitually grabbed one of the newspapers lying in my living room and splashed around the pages were “ Freedom Messages “ And “Independence Day Wishes’, which gave me goose-bumps and instigated the spirit of patriotism in me.

Incidentally, when I switched my TV on there was Mr. A.R.Rahman singing his version of ‘Vande Mataram ‘ with his characteristic wafer-thin yet brilliant voice. There was Indian spirit everywhere around me today. And it felt very liberating. I realized I loved my country despite its flaws, its perfections, its idiosyncrasies and everything else. I Love India. The feeling persisted in my heart through out the day. And I don’t think it will get lost ever at all even if I’m alienated from my own home country, it might simply fade. But that’s fine, after all isn’t it better to fade away than burn out??

I type this post humming our national anthem with a sense of pride that I have never had before. Long Live Everyone... Long Live My Nation!

Greetings...

2008-08-08T07:14:00.000-07:00

This is my ancestry.. decipher the sanskrit...

Abhivaadheye Bhargava Shravana Apunavaana Avuruva Dhamadhagniye Pancharisheye Praveraanditehe Srivatsa Gothrahe Apasthamba suthrahe yejushaaka adhiyayee sri radhakrishna sarmaanam, Aham Asminbhauv

i think the meaning of that goes like this ( i repeat " i think " ). I'm from the clan of abhivaadheye bhargava..... and these people belong to a certain sect named Srivatsa Gotheram and my name is Radhakrishnan and i seek your blessings.

The Wake-Up Call

2008-07-22T00:47:00.000-07:00

My mother is one of the sweetest persons anyone can ever meet in the world, yeah she has her problems. She gets hurt far too often and far too quickly, she talks on the phone for ages (that is obviously excused she’s after all a GIRL….) Anyway, today I hurt her and the reason is easily the most stupid of all the times I have hurt her. It was silly to be precise.

My wake-up call is given by my mother and the best part of it is that it’s the not the annoying one you get when you are leaving on a trip. It’s actually a brilliant method. She comes to my room, opens the curtain and sits on the foot of the bed and just starts talking to me. Just random stuff, out of the blue, she just starts talking. She doesn’t touch me or push me or pinch me or anything to wake me up. She does what she does best. Talks!!!!! I guess she considers me as her phone!! :) and well if that doesn’t work, she switches my fan off. Simple and brilliant! No-one can sleep after that.

So, today she went over that routine and I signaled to her that I would wake up after ten minutes, I guess she didn’t notice my sign and she went on talking. It annoyed me big time and I became a nomad for a second. I got up and went “ AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH….. GIVE ME TEN MINUTES !“ . Anyway that pissed her off big time and so the cold-shoulder attitude is on the prowl in my house. Well that pissed me off too because she knows that I need that ten minutes of sleep, without that ten extra minutes my whole day is often ruined. Its during that ten minutes I think over what I have to do on that day and fall into a 2 minute deep slumber, which she knows about. That’s why, this is silly.. Its never been this silly before..

Sigh….! People!!!! :)

Not A Review

2008-07-18T12:03:00.000-07:00

Its hardly been an hour since I came out of the theater after watching The Dark Knight and frankly the best movie of the year, quite easily. If you thought The Dark Knight was about Christian Bale or Batman you were wrong, if you thought it was about Heath Ledger or The Joker you are still wrong. Its about Christopher Nolan, his ability to handle a script, his direction, his vision and his ability. People say The Prestige, The Following and Memento are one of his best movies, despite not watching the last two movies I can say The Dark Knight is his best because no-one could have made a better movie than that, especially a SUPER-HERO movie. I saw one loop-hole, I think there was no logical explanation to that but I think I have to watch it again to confirm until then lets forget that. Interesting part of the movie is that every gadget that you see has a perfectly logical explanation associated to it, you kind of think that that could me made in reality, nothing is superficial, nothing is exaggerated. You don’t think even for one minute that is actually a super-hero story. Not One Minute! This movie is the most unpredictable movie I have ever watched , that could perhaps be because I have no idea about Batman apart from the fact that he is Bruce Wayne by morning ( lol! ) . Nothing else! That’s why it totally caught me by surprise.

I had a queer day today I went to college only to find out that all my professors had mass-bunked, then gave valuable inputs for a powerpoint presentation ( ME :O ) and then watched a realistic super-hero story.

I just typed that so that this post doesn’t seem like it’s a review for that movie. I realized i have never written one in this blog before, so let me continue the tradition :)

By the way, Darth Vader is the best villain and one could have ever seen and now Heath Ledger as The Joker occupies the second, that’s because I kind of have a prejudice towards Darth Vader. Anyway, if you watch a lot of movies and if u don’t watch this in a theater you are a fucking jack-ass of the highest quality…..!!

psst: this movie has no starting credits so dont be late. i was just in time. Just!!!

Did I succeed??? or does this post seem like a review?

Cheers!!!

Chemistry Lessons And Drunk Driving

2008-07-12T05:19:00.000-07:00

Have you ever been to those chemistry lessons where you push yourself so hard to stay awake when the little stout woman rambles on about atomic numbers and complex carbon-chains? I have had so many of them, and the moment i decided to do away with that by picking commerce in my XI i thought to myself i wouldnt have to deal with that anymore. I was wrong, obviously , i got introduced to office management and the others with shitty professors. But then i had my first experience of something similar this morning, the only difference being that it was thrilling and i felt like i was hanging on the edge. DRUNK DRIVING...

Lots and lots of vodka and a few cigarettes till 5 in the morning . 5 hours of sleep was certainly not enough and i had to leave home with Vinu who was very very sober. But i decided to drive. 15 mins of thrill was staring at me, i did not realize at that point of time. I started my bike and scavenged for the route to my house. I concentrated at my highest level. It was hard. I couldnt help but doze off. Somehow i managed to get back home and i lied down in my bed and just recollected the ride. It was scary and it was wonderfully thrilling at the sametime. But i made a promise to myself, i would never drive when drunk. i mean NEVER.

Anyway almost all my chemistry lessons were like this. I would swear to myself to somehow manage to stay awake but i have never found the knack of doing that. Today was something similar, i concentrated but i just couldnt help falling asleep.

oh! by the way listening to Wish You Were Here when you are very drunk makes you smile endlessly!! :)

Cheers!!!

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2008-07-06T13:40:00.000-07:00

This is post untitled number..................... ............ .......... whatever. This is one of the most shittiest weekends i have ever had and well all of my favourite sporting teams and players would accept that. Federer loses a humdinger ( that really broke my heart because that was the last sporting calamity that happened today ), before that India lose the Asia Cup escpecially to SRILANKA ( YUCK!!! ) and nothing great about Arsenal either and plus Germany lost the Euro.. Oh well that was last weekend. SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!! why the fuck did this all have to happen so soon???

The shitty weekend doesnt end there because i had my lips around a beautiful glass of cold Vodka which was freaking ripped away from my hands and thrown into the sea ( well not quite literally.... ) . So this is what happens.

Friday Night, engineering boys are hit with their results one guy goes down... But the plans of getting drunk on statuday is still in motion. Vinu's got the money, the people are available. Vinu goes home and text messages saying he is leaving out of town on saturday which is weird because me and him never go out of town. i mean NEVER..... Plan down the drain.

Windy Sunday night, 7'ish.. Suppandi text messages. Desperately wants to hit on random girls in Ten Downing Street or Speed. Im fucking bankrupt... I suggest atleast a beer at Vatsan's place but the incorrigible mr. gunds says " Im already half-asleep.. Come home if u guys REEEEAAAAAAALLLLLY wanna drink!" those exact same words with the same e's, a's and l's. well what do u say to a guy sends such a message but " Freeya Vidu " and thats what i sent him. Fucking Jerk....!!!!

And the sporting debacle on sunday. Is this a shitty weekend or what??

Thank God! i watched Donnie Darko... That was the only consolation.. OH hang on! some random good looking chicks checked me out while i was walking in D-Street..!! That cheered me up...

Wardrobe Deficiency

2008-07-04T11:49:00.000-07:00

Well, college reopened (hmm.. three weeks back?? never mind ) and into the final year of my undergraduate life and honestly i cant say if im happy or sad about it, i dont know if ill miss it or not but one thing scares me thats the " Future ". Got absolutely no idea about it and even if i try to find out with the best of my efforts it just makes me sleep. Anyway, college's got some dress-code and that is to wear formals. And so i look at my wardrobe and i find out i just have 4 formal pants with very little number of shirts. My mom's coming down really heavy on me these days and then i pondered about how i went about 2 freaking years with such deficiency in the wardrobe section and then it struck me... I WAS BOLD ENOUGH TO GO AGAISNT THE RULE AND WEAR JEANS!!!!!!!

sheesh!! whats happened to my courage?? ( im not bragging about it.. but i know had some!! Supp dont laugh at me ) :)

Cheers!!!

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2008-06-03T02:56:00.000-07:00

A promising saturaday night awaited me, one that i so wanted to have and i guess it went pretty well mainly because of the way it ended and more importantly i survived a near fatal accident. That got my pulse racing, not in the way i would have liked though but it certainly got me excited.

The night ( supposedly a fun night ) started at 7 , with suppandi waiting for me to get inside the Beatles Night Concert. I was late as usual and a few swear words and we were off to the concert. And then it was a bummer...!!! The concert sucked, the music entirely was bad because none of the vocals even tried to sing a BEATLES SONG... Everyone did it in their own way and thats really not a fitting tribute to a classic band, moreover none of the performers were even qualified to do it in their own way. It pissed me off big time. My favourite songs were the worst performed. Heck! they even screwed up Yesterday :( . So i left the concert with a disgruntled face ( more details about the concert read suppandi's blog ). But the place at which the concert was held was brilliant, it was right in the middle of a pretty thick woods kind of place. It was apt for a Beatles night.

So the concert ended and i prepared to leave with my head nicely secured under my helmet, i had to take a U-turn and so i had to switch from the extreme left lane to the extreme right. Doesnt sound all that hard, Suppandi sped away in his 180cc bike within a second, well my 103cc activa cant really do that. A glance at the rear-view mirror said i was good to do the lane-change ( or was i??? ). I saw an auto way back, coming towards me and i felt i could easily do it. But then disaster struck ( no.. nothing wrong with my bike ). Right next to me was a car, the driver i guess was in two minds and then suddenly decided to go straight instead of taking a U like me, and so i had to wait for him to get past me and by that time the auto was speeding towards me at 60kmph or so and he chose to avoid me by making a sharp cut towards my left. Had he tried to break i would surely have been flying way onto the road and maybe dead if not certain to be critical. For that one moment i was stunned, i thanked all my stars, i was shit scared i couldnt accelerate. And then i proceeded to get back home. I survived a near fatal accident.

The night was now frightening, as planned we decided to booze in my house and i desperately wanted the Rum that was waiting for me. We started and i ended up finishing three-fourths of it, totally sloshed ( i was trying to look for another word that makes slosh sound like tipsy, didnt get it ), and i have absolutely no clue how the rest of the night panned out. The taste of alcohol still is infused in my tongue. I liked the way the day ended. Thanks guys for helping me out...

And, btw i was absolutely clueless about what title was apt for this post.

A Rush Of Blood To The Head

2008-05-30T00:53:00.000-07:00

A nice stroll on the beach with some friends and a nice burger and a few nicotine-sticks intiated a boring night. The burger was good and i dint try the cigarettes. The beach, these days is getting awfully crowded thats something i have never enjoyed ( The Crowd ) , i prefer the peace most of us do i guess. I came back home sooner than usual, randomly flicked through channels and stopped for sometime to watch Carlito's Way, wasnt into it so decided to head upstairs.

Now the computer beckoned, after ofcourse the inevitable half hour at the bathroom, brushing my teeth and stuff. The boredom accentuated even more as i found out that my internet was not working. It got to my nerves big time, the poor call-center girl ( who had a very sweet voice ) got a earful of F words and other complaints. Tough night for her but now im sorry i did that. Oh! well! she opted a job which demands to accept Hot-Calls. I gave her one.

I had to choose between sleeping and doing something else. Obviously i didnt sleep. My hands automatically clicked all the necessary buttons in my computer to start P.U.L.S.E. Richard Wright started with his keyboard, hitting the lovely notes that starts Shine On You Crazy Diamond with stunning visuals being played at the back and the red fender in the hands of David Gilmour came into light, his brillaint guitar solo started and i went into my singing mood ( at minute 7 and seconds 50 ). Thats when it happened.

I never saw that coming not even in my dreams. i had a head rush from listening to music. I actually got high on Pink Floyd ( note : sans alcohol , cigarette or anything else ). It was awesome, it thrilled every nerve inside me, i continued with the concert , as the songs kicked in i lost my sense of boredom. At 2 i fell on my bed i made a mental note to writing an interesting blog post. I suppose that dint happen. But either way I WAS HIGH ON MUSIC !!!! :O thats something worth mentioning here...!

Cheers!!

A Vivid Recollection

2008-05-20T11:21:00.000-07:00

At quarter past five, a short, fair, happy boy steps out of his house pushing his bicycle as he peddles for a few minutes he finds the sun creeping above the horizon slowly but steadily trying to show its full face. The boy looks at the beautiful sunrise and waits for a while to see the obvious eventuality. The sun glimmers above the horizon and successfully shows its face to this part of the world. The boy carries on and as he streamlines his cycle through his chosen path, he looks around and finds crows fighting for their morning share of food kept outside, the morning dew resting on the tips of leaves, dogs guarding and marking its territories, the usual morning joggers, newspaper boys and the list goes on and on and on.

He steps up the speed of his vehicle, sweating and panting as he focuses his energy in peddling faster, makes little cuts and swerves to avoid the occasional potholes and ditches and sometimes animal excrements. He looks up to find a group of young boys talking to each other and supposedly waiting for others. Bats and stumps neatly maintained and waiting to be used. Tennis balls being thrown around.

The boy anxious to get to his friends quickly peddles harder. But his eyes fall on a gorgeous young girl around the same age as him or maybe older, looking at him with a meek smile, he stumbles and takes a bruise in his leg but manages to take a last look at the girl before crossing her. He smiles to himself and greets his friends to start the game of cricket. A lovely, warm morning in all aspects possible.

The boy was me. The girl, lets jus say was my imagination …

She was my first crush and my first love.

Cheers!!!

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2008-04-24T03:01:00.000-07:00

Its been quite sometime since there was a day-night game here in the Lion's Den.... If i really put my mind into it i think the last game was against New Zealand it got washed out after some 11 overs. Anyway the CSK game was something i was looking upto but i never thought i would go for a T20 game ( Sucky Format ) but it helps when you have one of your close cousins as the CEO of Ipl.

Entered the Den and the outfield was sparkling, it was lush and not at all like the one in the recent test match, with loud music , the cheering of the crowd and not to forget the sight of illumination the flood lights brought in.. It was Deja Vu... The last day-night game i went was that epic India-Pakistan tie. I felt that cricket couldnt get better. But i was so wrong that day beacuse it was awesome and this wasnt even an international game :O and my god! it was close...

But i still say T20 is a sucky format, sixes and fours kind of get boring to watch after sometime... A wonderful outswinger, a flighted legbreak, Sachin Dancing down the track to hit warne over midwicket, Michael Slater pointing his finger at Dravid after claiming that he took a clean catch ( NOT) , Sehwag's triple hundred, Sameer Dighe's winning runs against australia, pakistan's victory lap and ofcourse there was the tied test .... who can forget them??? T20 can never bring such wonderful memories... Never...!!!

Note : Cheerleaders are so unneccessary and Sivamani is a definite must and of course the ever sexy simran...!! :)

2008-04-23T13:02:00.000-07:00

Buying a Chennai Superkings Jersey = Rs. 500

Buying 6 pavilion terrace tickets for the csk game = Rs. 24000

Buying a small sized burger to quench and ever-increasing hunger = Rs. 60

Being brushed on the knee by the hottest girl in tamil film industry (Simran ) during the game = Priceless

There are somethings that money can't buy ... for everything else there is........

2008-04-17T12:07:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-2TuFAKUJQ

CSK-My Chennai Based Arsenal

2008-04-17T11:44:00.000-07:00

My wallpaper now is this very image, the golden gleaming Lion with sharpened teeth and the words that spell Judgement Day in the minds of all those people who do not support the Superkings. That IPL ad certainly ignited the fire in us and as we await our opponents to enter the Lion's Den only to be manhandled and slaughtered by our hungry cricketing lions. But when we walk the unfamiliar territories of our opponents we will stand tall. We, after all, are Lions. This time we are the kings of the cricket fields and we will reign supreme.

Living-room Cricket & KKZ Opposite

2008-04-14T11:13:00.001-07:00

Today was a wonderful day, hot and sultry but its always been like that. I woke up early for no apparant reason that didnt make me too happy.But rest of the day certainly did. Suppandi, Golti J , Mokke Guru and me decided to start on some accounts ( my semesters are kind of nearing ) and that sparked a wonderful and physically taxing 4 hours....!! It started with a little bit of accounts which was continuously interrupted by golti's urge to work out some math, which was again interrupted by someone's suggestion to get some computer thing learned and it was followed by my suggestion to play cricket in my living-room. The guys were game for it and that started a one and a half hours worth of physical exertion and numerous dives to take one-pitch catches most of them being in vain. We played three sets of matches, Suppandi reigned supreme while batting and Golti was amazing when he bowled, i did terrible considering it was my home-town and Mokke is not really into cricket so his performance will not be scrutinized.. :) After hundreds of dangerous shots and one broken shiridi sai baba sculpture. We called it quits and Vensons Bakery beckoned...!!

Attendance in the beach had to be given , so vinu, vatsan and me decided to go and after a quick cig we decided to sit down and incidentally it was opposite Khanna Khazana ( KKZ ) which was our post school days and pre college days place...!! It literally belonged to us then no-one would ever sit there after 6 o clock apart from us and it brought back old memories. It felt nice....!!!

Today was a typical "12th standard holiday"(putting aside the cig part) and reliving it was just brilliant and totally unexpected...!!

Cheers!!!

Gone....!! Poyindee!!!

2008-04-01T09:10:00.000-07:00

I just cant believe myself.... A few months back, when im alone all i can think of was wonderfully written, verbally-rich posts. Out of the blue, thoughts would just flow and i have so many drafts that i have still not posted... but now i have totally lost my blog-sense if i can call it. The Thoughts have stopped, words have failed me and i have totally lost it...!! And i regret it and im beginning to wonder if it is the curse of the drafts that i have left incomplete, unpublished and even incinerated. Is this is a phase?? Is this permanent?? Has my imagination been restricted???

Or Am I just Paranoid??? In all cases I don't like this. Suggest solutions. Give some wacky ones !!

No Cheers This Time!!

FREEDOM!!!!

2008-03-14T01:14:00.000-07:00

After years of struggle and endurance of pain and unclean environment coupled with wounds and scars, a huge reprieve was given. As the crown fell and the metallic armour disappeared a feeling of elation was set amongst the White Warriors who will work untiringly untill their day of reckoning comes. That will be another day though, but for now it is Freedom...!!!

I GOT MY BRACES REMOVED!!!!!

Another One's

2008-02-15T10:49:00.000-08:00

I made a buy recently because I just wanted to be very different from the others. I thought it worked out the way I wanted until i found one with one of my juniors... then another of my classmate bought one and now another one has bought another one of them... As the one's keep increasing, mine seems same as the other ones. But mine was the first ONE and the very best!!!

Oh... Im just bored!

Cheers

Stunned!!

2008-01-11T10:01:00.000-08:00

I was driving back home tonight and my friend and I were talking about the Dance Floor caving into the swimming pool incident at Savera and he went on to say that his friend was taking photos of the people stuck in the pool desperately seeking to be pulled out. I immediately retorted saying why the hell was your friend taking pictures when he should have been helping.

His reply stunned me, it quite literally spurned a fire inside me that burst out at him. He didn't expect that, but what he said was ridiculous. His friend was a reporter in some leading newspaper and that was the reason he was taking pictures instead of helping and moreover the reporter should not try and help during such a situation but should rather REPORT what is happening. Apparently thats what his contract says. ( Im not really sure if the latter is true )

Anyway, if that is the job which one has to do irrespective of what his contracts states, if one's job is to simply report an incident and not try to solve it, then what is the use of him being present there??? Im sure had he helped people get out of that pool he could have saved atleast 10 people from being hurt more.

If that is the job that I have to do, I'll say FUCK YOU to the man who is paying me. I dont care if i get a salary of 1 million per month, i'd much rather sit at home. I have a humanitarian part in my heart which would immediately try and help people out rather than just seeing what is happening and panicking over it. What is the difference between a terrorist and me if i was simply looking or in this case REPORTING an incident where people are getting hurt. Can any of you call that a job??? No No... Can any of you be so inhuman as to accept one like that??

His arguement was even more crazy as it grew. He continued to say that it was right on the part of the reporter to take photos because thats what his job is. He says the competition in media is so high that the incident had to presented better than the other sources available to the public.

As a consumer I'd much rather read a newspaper which says " Our newspaper reporter helps people escape an accident from further injuries, details look inside." Im open for more arguements.

Cheers!!!

A Recollection

2008-01-05T11:09:00.000-08:00

I don't know why I'm adding so many Calvin & Hobbes strips in my blogs these days, maybe its because I'm constantly reading them. Anyways when i read this comic strip i immediately recollected a not-so- happy incident, but it surely did bring a smile on my face. Not many people get slapped on their birthday.

It was i think my twelfth birthday, thats around the time when my dad started wearing reading glasses, he guarded it with his life I still haven't found a reason for him doing that, he gets very attached to his glasses for some mundane reason. Anyway as the evening ended with the customary cake-cutting and the short-eats, my gran'ma accidently sat on my dad's flimsy glasses and as it should it broke like a woman's ' undercalciumed ' bones. I noticed it had broken and considering it was my birthday and falsely assuming that i won't be harmed even if i murdered someone that night i told it to my dad. Well like i said before i got slapped pretty hard ( Ouch!!! it still hurts thinking about it ). Thinking about it now, i still see the humor. I told my mom that i would be the first guy ever to get hit on his birthday by my own dad.

The memory doesn't seem to be as funny as it was in reality. Despite getting slapped i didn't cry over it like any other 12-year old kid would have done. I guess i realized that that slap won't be the last one i would get in my life !!! Not a bad sense of foresight for a 12-year old eh???

Cheers!!!

2008-01-02T09:39:00.001-08:00

My Reply To Anyone Who Asks What My Newyear Resolution Is.

New Year Post - I

2007-12-31T01:52:00.000-08:00

I was thinking about what to post for newyear & christmas and just now i got this idea of posting something surely on newyear's eve, I'm going to carry it out like a custom or tradition which starts of from this year. i wish myself " All The Best " for it to be fulfilled everyyear.

I found myself stunned to see some guy holding a gun which was pointing at Benazir Bhutto, personally i don't care much about Bhutto or for that matter the country Pakistan ( I felt thankful that India separated from that "Terrorist" State, the only thing we perhaps missed out on due to that partition was maybe the world's best cricket team ) but that was ridiculous. A Prime-Minister candidate being shot with so much ease. Does Pakistan even know the meaning of the word SECURITY??? i wonder... even a spider will feel more secure as it spins its web in India.

I settled into a new routine of getting up very early in the morning for the past 4 days, it didn't quite give me the satisfaction i expected, the major reason apart from lack of sleep being India's dissmal performance at the MCG. Gosh! i was so let down by that, i always thought we were bad at bowling but the batting collapsed ( Not Surprising, But the important point is that the bowlers bowled well..... how is that possible ). Im expecting a better performance at the SCG. Not another 4-day-victory for the Oz atleast a 5 day struggle. Lets just wait and watch.

Im pretty free on the newyears' eve,nothing much to do. The boys want to drink in my terrace, just now messaged dad asking for his permission. I hope its affirmative.

Anyway, As another year goes past us i cant help but say the clichéd statement that Time Flies By. It is very noticeable but yet we are surprised when we enter a new year, I haven't been able to find an answer for that, enlighten me if you do know the answer. This year had more accidents and traffic violation tickets than I would have wanted inspite of all that I've had a nice time, most of it have come with being with my friends and more importantly Arsenal's Performace ( :) ) as they stay atop the premier league table at the end of the year im confident they will remain so at the end of the season. And for all the people who felt we will end up finishing fifth this season i say Up Yours. Thanks alot Th14 for the legacy you have left at Arsenal . But we thank you for leaving Arsenal you have done more good.

As i finish this post, i feel as if i'm closing the book for this year and opening a new one with illegibal chapter names. As the year wears on i hope most of the chapter names indicate to something very very very good thats in store for me. I hope you feel the same way. Have a great year ahead, open a new book , live life the way you want to and know your limits. Most important of all be happy.

Cheers!!!

My Best Compliments To Your Family

2007-12-23T00:36:00.000-08:00

The Best Picture I Have Ever Been In

The Net Center And The Zune

2007-12-22T23:47:00.000-08:00

My sincere apologies for not being able to update my blog over the last month or so...!! Im not going to give you reasons like " I was pretty busy " or " My computer crashed " or " I was driven out of my house and now im back ."

Anyways lots of things have been happening at my end...! Lokesh And Anusha have come down here. Great fun with them around, i passed my third semester pretty disappointed with the marks ( it was like Pete Dunham describing the way Totenham play 'Shit Football, Shit Firm' )

So now that they are here, my house is in total chaos. Bags, beds, wires, laptops, shoes everywhere... Its very difficult to understand how they manage to keep their houses clean back in Seattle, my personal opinion being THEY DON'T. And Since they are here my usual routine has plunged into an abyss. The computer room has become like a browsing center, not to mention the busiest one on planet earth. My bro, my sis, my dad and my mom take turns to occupy the ' Net Center ' leaving my routine completely disrupted and there's the answer for not being able to update my blog more frequently.

My reply to the blog post My Zune, When???? is MY ZUNE, Now.....!!!! After months of waiting and facing many hurdles in getting my hands on one of those babies... i finally did get to lay my hands on my own baby on 13th, December, 2007... :) Eventhough i wanted a Zune 80... my sis couldnt get one before she left and so she got me a Zune 8...!!! Looks pretty cool and im very sure that i must be one of the elite people to have one in India. Sounds Cool doesnt it???

So thats that...!!! ill write somethin better later..!! till then a Merry Christmas for everyone...

Cheers !!!

2007-11-25T23:46:00.001-08:00

WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH ME AND ROAD ACCIDENTS???? I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND!!!!

THIS TIME I WASNT DRIVING.... DONT PRESS FOR DETAILS I JUST WANTED TO RANT

2007-10-29T10:00:00.000-07:00

Sheesh!!!! It was so cold it made Murali actually say the words " Plzzzz Go Slow Machi, Maintain 20kmph ". The part after the comma consisting the most important words. Anyway it rained the Entire day yesterday totally ruined our cricket plans and our evening beach routine...!!

So back to today's story the weather obviously forced the thought of SD into us and we did just that and it dint quite help...!! Now i wonder if we should have gone and bought a " quarter " to deal with the cold.

Im sure ill remember this next time when this kind of weather sets in.... but by that time i might be dead...!!

Cheers!!

* The Cold Fingers Not Allowing To Type More Than This *

Involved!!

2007-09-20T00:03:00.000-07:00

Yesterday i saw the up's and down's of life. It was a fun ride in all senses. But i understood that the down's of life always impact your life in a bigger way. It will either make you a stronger person or it would make one weaker...! I don't know what it did to me, perhaps its not that much a Down.

Anyway, the day started with some easy English lessons for my CAT prep, and then to the usual free-four-hour attendance in college with quite alot of arguements, music and ofcourse laughs. Oh yeah! i went to coll by driving my car ( How cool is that ?? ) Thanks to the heavy rain at 3 o clock that afternoon.

So while returning I dropped my friend of at his place and quickly made an entrance in the beach to catch my buddies and decided to head back to my humble abode. Guess it was not the right time to start ( Silly Superstitions !! ).

And now the title of my post will become apt as i reveal more of what happened following my departure from the beach. So i was turning a right to avoid the main road which dint appeal to me as the road that I chose to go through. I stopped, turned on my indicator, honked and even flashed my high beam for a second. I was pretty sure no-one was coming in the opposite direction and proceeded to turn right. BANG..! A sound exploded and a cacophony of clattering noises echoed in my ears. A delivery boy who wanted to get past me somehow or the other failed to see that he had to wait and let me turn to do that instead i guess he thought he could go right through my car. He hit the left hand side door at around 60KM fell off his own vehicle causing the utensils that he was carrying to be strewn on the road.

The Gentleman that Iam took him to the hospital without any debates or arguement about who's mistake it was, paid for his first aid which he requested me to do so because he was poor. But the important thing being that he accepted that it was his mistake that resulted in the accident.

Life's hard or rather road accidents are hard to comprehend and to be accepted. I still think im a victim of actually being a safe driver. I was involved in an accident in which i made no mistakes apart from maybe choosing to turn right.

The past few months has not been good for me as a driver. I only hope it stops like this and doesnt become worse, if it did i might end up killing someone or killing myself. That will not impress me when im in my grave... :)

Its nice to add some humour to life... no denying that...!!

Cheers!!!

Words Well Put

2007-09-10T06:18:00.000-07:00

It is absolutely necessary that you use the right kind of words when you are talking about something important actually for that matter any issue, and I always have been pretty bad at that often getting scolded by someone or the other and most often getting it from my mother. And the thing is I just dont try hard enough to rectify and sometimes i feel why should I...? it sort of defines my character and i like being the guy who talks way too lot and sometimes inappropiately!

Haha....! Doesnt that give a better light on why i maintain a blog...? But another problem that i also have is being absolutely blank while trying to build a conversation ( especially when it comes to talking to a girl ). I guess im more of listener at that aspect... I know im contradicting myself here big time.... but HELL with you all i just felt like writing this.!!

Anywayz coming back.. Words well put makes a speech or piece of paragraph appear and sound miraculously interesting , irrespective of how big or small they are. And i just cant seem to take Dumbledore's conversations with Harry out of my mind when i write this post and Roger Waters's acceptance of his feelings at Live8 Reunion ( this was when the beginning guitar piece of Wish You Were Here was being played at the background )

" Its actually pretty emotional standing before these three guys after all these years and standing to be counted to the rest of you... Anyways we are doing this for everyone who's not here and particularly ofcourse for Syd "

All i could think of after listening to him say that was What apt words he has used and at the right time. While watching it Live it never sunk into me. Only now do I realize the true meaning behind those words. I only wished they sorted out their differences and set out to make just one more album.

Finally, the reason why i cannot take Dumbledore's conversations off my head is that he had to hide so much information from Harry when he was questioned quite thoroughly by him. And whenever he couldnt give a proper reply, his calm in his sentences are quite beautifully written and the words are aptly chosen. Thus becoming a huge factor for the success of the books, the suspense was maintained continuously!!!

Untitled

2007-08-22T11:54:00.000-07:00

I could write this a million times..

DARK SIDE OF THE MOON IS THE BEST EVER MUSIC COMPILATION ONE COULD LAY ONE'S EARS ON...

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Feeling : Still reeling and amazed at my ability to interpret a comic book...!!! ( my best literary work, refer : Philosophies From A Comic Book )

Plan Of Action Tomorrow : Jogging at 6

Purpose : To Have A Physical exercise and to try and come to shape. & to get some chicks looking at me :) ... ( thanks for the advice sis, if lokiey himself felt bad about not being in shape... i better get started)

Philosophies From A Comic Book

2007-08-05T10:50:00.000-07:00

Lately I’ve started to look at comic books with a very very different perspective and I can’t seem to figure out how or why. But it has got me thinking quite a lot during my long sleepless nights. I feel each and every comic that has ever been written convey to us more than that we actually read and enjoy.

The comic that I have seriously wondered about during those long nights is Super-Man. The man of steel with incredible power, though he has never been one of my favorites. I wonder why? Anyway Super-Man as we all know hails from Planet Krypton wrapped around a piece of cloth with that ' S ' sign and as he grew up and realized who he was it became his dress. And as all comic heroes he had to hide the fact about his powers from the rest of the world.

So the result was the fruition of his alter ego Clark Kent. He is a man who is exactly the opposite of our hero. A foolish, timid, weak and very unsure kind of person. So what makes me think Super-Man is a class of his own when it comes to being compared to other comic book heroes??? Very simple, all other heroes are normal persons who imbibe their superhuman powers through in course of life whereas Super-Man was born Super-Man, he doesn’t need to change into a costume to represent himself, the clothes he wears are actually HIS clothes, but on the other hand all other heroes wear costumes. Super-Man's costume is actually the dress he wears to fool people, the costume is for Clark Kent but not Super-Man.

So what am I trying to tell here?? Here's where my inference takes its stand, here is where I become a philosopher and here is where my comparison shifts direction slightly. Its time to look at ourselves as Super-Man, it is time to believe that we can do all those things that we have always thought we can never achieve. It is time to stop being Clark Kent'ish and shed our cynic alter ego and become a hero. Not any hero but to be our own Super-Man.

P.S. In this case the philosopher has all the right to think that he need not follow his own ideas. But strongly advices the readers to give a moment of thought to the above article. Thanking you in advance

Cheers!!!

Untitled

2007-08-03T11:05:00.000-07:00

Hmmm....!!! Not the best of days today....!!!

I was awoken by a loud monotonic version of Money by Pink Floyd as I picked up the phone it was my angry dentist who had called to remind me about my appointment which I was required to attend 15 minutes back. He is a very good man he knew perfectly well about my time-keeping abilities and he didn’t mind paying 1 buck for a phone call ( Doh! Why would he mind I paid him 8000 bucks just to fix my upper set of teeth… obviously that didn’t strike me at that time ) Anyways I surely didn’t want to postpone this appointment its better to get it done when it is possible ( Not that I will be busy during the other days or whatever). So I got up brushed, drank my Milo ( :D ) brushed again ( My dentist always ALWAYS wanted his patients to brush their teeth just before they start from their place ) and I took my trusted Activa and 5 minutes on to the road I was touching 60. BIG MISTAKE !!!

The police constable stopped me right at the road that is predominantly free of traffic and of course that would mean less police protection but not this time... The Conversation goes…

Police : Hey you idiot where do u think you are riding your bike ??? A highway??

Me: Erm…!!! Sorry Sir, I have to see a doctor… its pretty urgent.

Police : So… ?? That doesn’t give you the authority to go at this speed ** THAMIZH SWEAR WORD** . You actually have tears flowing through your eyes I can easily imagine how fast you were going ( I so wanted to tell him that it wasn’t my tears but it was actually due to the slight drizzle ) Pull out your licence.

Me : I took it out happily.

Police : out of no where he took a fucking chargesheet wrote my drivers licence number and my address and asked me to remit a fine of 450 bucks…!! Bloody asshole he didnt even ask for a explanation from me…!

And so I returned home fetched the money from my mom got an ear full from her, remitted the fine and took my licence back.

So what is the irony here?? Well first and the foremost I’m by far the slowest and the safest driver in my gang…! And I was caught for OVERSPEEDING in an absolutely deserted road. And guess what I’m the first in my gang to get caught for that offence. So I went to college sulking about it to my friends and the day wore on…

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2007-07-30T00:34:00.000-07:00

A pleasant afternoon with a pretty blue sky and shades of gray strewn over at random places , a gentle stream of breeze blew as i put my hand outside the window. The breeze kept gaining velocity as time went by. The breeze was blowing so hard now it pushed my loose hand back with apparent ease.

As i overtook the cars infront of me and drove well beyond 100 km/hr, it dawned upon me "how cool driving a car really was....! " As my car weeved its way through ECR ( East Coast Road ) surpassing dozens of crowded entertainment parks , beach houses and toll booths. I was actually hoping to be asked to pull over by a cop so that i can proudly whip out my licence out of my purse like a FBI agent, it never happened though and i was slightly disappointed when i finished my drive.

My friends seated at the back of the car were amazed and elated by the fact that the car was touching 120 KM now woo-hoo'ing and shouting swear words at whoever we overtook and whoever was ahead of us. It was one fun ride which just kept getting better with every minute that rolled on. My part of the drive ended as Mur took incharge of the wheel and i have to admit i was a novice compared to the way he drove.

From now on ECR could be a weekly affair...!!

Cheers

A Tribute To A Hero

2007-07-01T01:04:00.000-07:00

7 seasons, 226 goals. A Breathtaking statistic !

It would be so hard to believe that a certain Arsenal jersey numbered 14 will not be occupied by one of the heroes of contemporary football . That jersey belonged to Thierry Henry and i think it will remain like that for quite a number of years. He was a GOD for a few people but for me he was just a hero, if he was god he wouldnt have left The Temple.

And Like all heroes he wanted a better challenge or rather he wanted to be amongst other heroes and Barcelona was his choice. Okay! He Left. But its time to give him a fitting tribute and well he certainly deserves that for the contribution and entertainment he has provided. Highbury would truly be his HOME even he wont deny that. His best goals came with Arsenal and im very sure he cant reproduce those with anyother side even if it is Barcelona he is playin for now.

I raise a toast to an Arsenal Legend .... To a hero who Could have been a mentor to the future gooners or perhaps even a god. But for all the good times... I salute him !!

What A Movie...!!

2007-06-18T08:59:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer : The author's ability to analyze films and give a perfect review is very minuscule . If you are expecting a review which describes the story of the movie or something ... Get a break... Exit the window.

Okay.. Listen here's the thing. If you want to watch a movie which has great sets , amazing music and which is totally funny and absolutely impossible to be happening in reality you have a treat awaiting you.. Watch Sivaji - The Boss

Psst : Guys if u are really looking for sizzling bodies and curvy girls and want to spend quite alot of time in the bathroom , this one is for you :) [ applicable to lesbians and bi-sexuals also ]

Anyways the movie is a TYPICAL RAJNI FLICK but sans punch dialogues , the comedy element is present through-out the movie . A Quentin Tarantino style is adopted for the title and not to forget Shriya is GORGEOUS .

For the rest just watch the movie. There is nothing great about how it is made or how good the story is , the movie is great just because Thalaivar has acted in such a way. This wont disappoint any of the Thalaivar fans out there. I'll bet my life over that!! :)

Cheers

Shooting Stars And Cigarettes

2007-06-13T00:33:00.000-07:00

My friends and I decided to rent a movie last night , I felt like everything was telling me " Rakesh .... U Fucking Rent A Movie Now " and thats exactly what we did. We rented some time-pass movie called School For Scoundrels and it turned out to be a nice flick. After we watched the movie we decided to get some nicotine into our systems so we went to my cubicled little terrace and lighted up a cigarette . Man... when u take the first few drags during the middle of the night making a conscious effort not to be caught by anyone and getting high is something Heavenly!

The Cigarette burned up and we gazed up into the sky, " Wow " was the only word that came out of our mouths . The sky was amazingly crystal clear and the sky was unusually starry it was as Mr. Jim Carrey would put it B-E-A-UTIFUL ! The clear and starry skies immediately made us lie back on the floor and get engaged into some star-gazing. As we started talking about Addiction to Zygotes the night went by.

Then we saw something that we have never seen before ( DUH!!! NOT A UFO.... WE AINT AS DUMB AS THE MEXICANS ;-) It was a shooting star, it just zoomed across the sky for a few seconds before we could even say " What The... " it vanished. It was splendid, whenever i go to my terrace i gaze up at the sky but i have never seen a shooting star before . We wanted to see it one more time, we just wanted to be damn sure we weren't hallucinating . The arguments continued for a short while . Until...

Our cries of curiosity were answered immediately as another one shot past the sky. We were stunned and we laid on the floor speechless. That had never happened before. I then decided to light up another smoke , this time i enjoyed my cigarette much better i dont know why though .

Last night was something special for me . There are many reasons for that, but the ones that stand out were the shooting stars and the fact that i smoked two cigarettes within the span of an hour and enjoyed a every bit of it !

Now Thats Very Unusual!!

Cheers

2007-05-30T00:39:00.000-07:00

I GOT MY LICENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2 wheeler with gear and for four wheeler!!!

Now How Cool Is That ?

The Phone Call and The Voice

2007-05-26T03:42:00.000-07:00

My Paati passed away on the morning of the 7th of may, 2007. I cant even begin to think of how much ill be missing her .

Every Day at exactly 3 o clock , the phone in my living room would ring faintly and then a shrill, shaking and a scared voice will whisper a ' hello ' to me and i wuld call my other paati to talk to her as i get ready to go to college. Im beginning to think that she always did that to sort of bless me before i leave for college , i dont know what made me think that but now that i dont receive that call and i cant hear that shaking but patient voice the thought dawned upon me.

And there are those wednesdays or thursdays of every second week she would greet me with a loving ' good morning ' because she would have come to my house for that day to be with us .

Its so hard for me to believe that i wont be able to listen to that voice just one more time. But the memory of her voice and the phone calls will be evergreen in my heart.

- For My Paati

Er....

2007-05-26T03:25:00.000-07:00

Hi People ... been so long since i put anything in my blog . Well there are quite alot of reasons for my irregularity in filling up my online diary ( for all those ignorant gentle souls, thats the definition or the proper explanation for a Blog )

Obviously for all those ppl who are taking the help of an educational institution, in short students , this is the time for their biggest headache as this is the EXAM SEASON and yes like all the people belonging to that category i was experiencing that little pain temporarily for the past 2 months or so. And then there are these power fluctuations in India which is one of the main causes for quite a few smokey smelling appliances in many people's houses these days and i smelt it coming out of my computer { ( :( } The Motherboard got totally burnt and my computer guy took almost three weeks to bring a new one... I wonder Why.... Hmm!!! My Thinking capacities seemed to have diminshed greatly when in the process of enjoying immense happiness ( again the explanation for my happiness was caused by the fact that i can use my computer yet again )

But the most disturbing and saddening reason for me not being able to blog is because of the demise of my grandmother ( My mother's Mom ) .

On Vatsan's Bday!!!

2007-03-25T11:20:00.000-07:00

Wow...!! Getting Drunk is the BEST FEELING EVER..... I have had alcohol a few times before but i always made sure i don get drunk too much!! But yesterday was one of those days which made me think of being a lil different and consider an exception... which i indeed did ....!!

Anyways it all started when we dint know what gift to get for him...! So then we decided to throw him a party at his house.... Guys went to TASMAC got a bottle of Vodka and some 7up ( Inspite of the fact tat i reminded them to get Sprite... But Whatever.... ) So 8 larges of Vodka and one Goldflake Kings was all that was required for me to really get drunk.... It seems i called up a few ppl and spoke to em... And i vaguely remember hitting my friend when he said somethin bad abt Sachin ..

Anyways... Getting High Feels Really Gooooooooooooooooood is the bottom line.....!!!

I would welcome Comments from all those who saw me or heard me when i was in a state of intoxication last night!!!

Cheers

Vodka Rockssss!!

The Truth Is

2007-03-01T10:26:00.000-08:00

Unfortunately The Truth Is....

"Arsenal need proper strikers. That has been obvious for a long time. They need strikers who can score goals and also centrebacks who can stop goals.
Last night in their FA Cup Fifth Round replay at Blackburn they had one centreback and no strikers.

William Gallas was magnificent. Calm, canny, strong, quick, alert, Gallas makes Gooners feel safe. He is better than Cannavaro. He's up there with Bobby Moore, Franco Baresi and Tony Adams.With Gallas at centreback, the defence looked more organised, more secure.He read the game and snuffed out Matt Derbyshire, who has been making a name for himself lately.
However, with the side Arsenal had out at Ewood Park, they were built to lose. They were programmed to lose. Baptista and Aliadiere were going to miss chances if they got them. They are not good enough to play for Arsenal, not in a million years.

In a scrappy match, Blackburn had little composure and no final ball. But Mark Hughes brought on a goalscorer he signed from Porto for £2.5 million. Benni McCarthy has scored 15 against 15 different teams this season and he won the cup tie in the 86th minutes.
McCarthy was on the left flank and he ran onto a 40-yard ball down the wing and reached it level with the corner of the penalty area and swerved inside Senderos, who had been moved to right back when Walcott came on for the injured Eboue.

The South African beat Senderos with alarming ease and Gilberto was too far away to close him down, having been moved to Senderos's original position. By then Arsenal's midfield defence was nil, as Denilson and Hleb were pooped.
So McCarthy was able to hit a right-foot missile into the far corner for 1-0. It was a bullet shot that no keeper could have saved. No surprise there. That is what strikers are paid to do : provide explosive moments and win games. One moment of quality from a proper striker put Arsenal out of the FA Cup.

The whole thing was so predictable. In my notebook, I wrote Blackburn v Arsenal at the top of the page and when I saw the Arsenal eleven I wrote," We won't score. We'll lose it 1-0." Such things are often said by fans and pressmen in the heat of the moment before a ball has been kicked. Yes, anything can happen in a football match, but I wanted to note how I felt before kick-off.
Bottom line? The team that has recently scored one goal a game could not score at all in two games against Blackburn. But Mark Hughes, a shrewd manager who will take over from Sir Alex at Old Trafford, was wrong to say that Arsenal didn't create much in the two games. He said, "We were solid and professional at the Emirates, because I always felt our best chance was to bring them here. Over two games two very good Arsenal teams haven't created a great deal against us."

The point was that Arsenal could not finish in the two games. They couldn't finish because they don't have proper strikers.

In truth, it wasn't much of a game.
Traore made some good runs, Gilberto did well until the goal, Denilson struggled, Aliadiere ran his lungs out with no end product, Baptista missed a free header from seven yards, and Brad Friedel made two saves from him, the second on a shot that was hitting the outside of the post
Ljungberg miscontrolled one pass as he ran into the box and then he was fouled outside the box by Brett Emerton. Graham Poll let that go and did not give a penalty as he was fouled again inside the box. Bottom line, Freddie can't get beyond people any more. He runs into defenders to get free-kicks and throws.

Graham Poll is probably more of a Collina-type ref than an Anders Frisk -type ref, so that worked against eddie. Collina studied teams, styles, tactics, knew lot of detail about the players. Frisk, who quit refereeing after being abused by Chelsea, just called every decision as he saw it, regardless of who it was or what the match was.
Poll has been refereeing Freddie Ljungberg for seven years and he knows Freddie's lost his pace and just runs into people and falls over. So he did not give Freddie the benefit of the doubt. He can only give a penalty if he is 100% sure that Emerton fouled Ljungberg inside the box.
As the second half rolled on, and Arsenal were still playing the better football, we knew that one goal would win it. And at times it looked as Arsenal might get a goal.
But Walcott's arrival for Eboue led to two switches in the Arsenal back four and that cost them the game. When the left-footed Swiss alp was switched to right back, Benni McCarthy beat him and hit a real thunderbolt. Game over.

It didn't matter that Arsenal had more possession, more fluency, more chances. Arsenal gave everything they had at Ewood Park but it was not enough. After a match that lasted 176 minutes a goal eventually came but it was not Arsenal who scored it. They promise a lot but in the last four games they've scored one goal.
The best time to beat Blackburn in the FA Cup was at the Emirates when they had few injuries and no suspensions.

It's no good blaming the FA, who are clearly incompetent, when Kolo Toure has started a brawl on Sunday's Carling Cup Final that led to Arsenal losing him and Adebayor for last night's game and the Reading game. If Arsenal had been 4-1 down in Cardiff with four minutes to go, I could have understood why Toure did what he did. But the captain, having been given a free-kick, had a go at Mikel and then had a go at Lampard, wasting his own time and triggering a brawl.
Kolo Toure lost it. He went loopy and the wheels came off and the vehicle crashed. Not once but twice in four days.

And it's no good saying : We played the football, they scored the goal. I've heard that since I was a teenager reporting Stevenage Athletic for the Herts Express and Stevenage Gazette. Then I heard it, off and on, for three years when I was reporting student football for the Manchester University newspaper. Four games without a win is a dismal run. Three defeats in a row has not happened since October 2002.

History will record that in February 2007, PSV Eindhoven beat Arsenal 1-0 and Chelsea beat Arsenal 2-1 and Blackburn beat Arsenal 1-0 and then they played Reading on Saturday, March 3 and PSV on Wednesday, March 7.
A 0-0 draw against PSV could end Arsenal's season with ten Premiership games left.
That's the challenge now. Arsenal can beat PSV and stay in the top eight in Europe. Or they can lose and drop to somewhere between 9th and 16th.
If it's the latter, will Keith Edelman freeze season-ticket prices ? "

By Myles Palmer

I Loved This Article!! So hurting but yet so true!!! Anywayz...

Arsenal Rock!!!! :D

Dedicated To...

2007-02-18T23:54:00.000-08:00

Evam

2007-02-08T23:08:00.000-08:00

I watched my first ever play last sunday... The Odd Couple By Evam . An amazingly funny and a very well performed one. I got the lead actor Karthik On Orkut that night and told him that i was gonna bunk coll to see his next play this saturday!!! He replied " God bless ur kind :-) "

Anyways I thought i would be bunking my coll but it turns out that i don have to...!!! There is a STRIKE ( I myself am surprised.. Such things never happen ) at my coll.... So im going for 2 shows this week-end . One is titled ' Love Letters ' and the other is ' Oh God ' .

My Weekend is booked.. Sorry Girls!!! :D

Adikadi inthey maathri peter viduven .... padichuthu freeya vitudungey!!!

Cheers!!!

My Zune....... When???

2007-02-02T00:16:00.001-08:00

I asked my sis to send me an ipod...she suggested the Zune after taking a long look and reading so many reviews about it . I chose the Zune simply because none of my friends have it :d ( Gethu thaan namakku venum , wat say??? ) So i told my sis to buy the zune , pack it and send it through my bro's friend who is coming here!!!! but well she couldnt find time to do it... so then we decided on shipping it here through DHL or Fedex ... but OMG.... THE RATES ARE ALMOST HALF OF WAT THE ZUNE ITSELF IS.....!! :(

So as i join the " world of waitin for ur thing to cum...knowin dat it will cum...but not wen.. " in which Suppandi is a proud Citizen. Sadly im becoming one too...

Anyways as i said to him before " Patience is a virtue and u gotta learn it soon " , I guess this is one of the many lessons i will have to learn as i lead my life..!!

Cheers!!!

3 Vodkas & 2 Beers!!

2007-01-04T09:59:00.000-08:00

Yeah baby tats true and i was still steady :D:D:D:D:D

Anyways on 30th my friends and I decided to go to some pub as we came up with names we finally settled with Star Rock .... We ordered 6 Vodkas ( Small ) mixed it up with 7up and ordered a few Beers and well the title says how much i had...:)

3 Vodkas & 2 Beers

Wassup?

2006-12-04T09:57:00.000-08:00

The Most Borin Replies To " Wassup? " i have ever received

7) Ceiling

6) Sky

5) Stars

4) Fan

3) Head

2) Same Old Sky For The Past 18 yrs!!!

1) Flooring ( Floorin Of The Person Living Above You... Howzatt??? )

This is the top seven "Boring" replies i have experienced till now!!

Lots Of Thanks To H.Karthik Krishnan better known as Suppandi
Cheers!!!

Social Service :D

2006-11-11T21:53:00.000-08:00

Here goes..... every monday i have a test as im doin my foundation course in company secretary. So last monday was my first test and turned out to be a tragedy.

Me and another guy were sitting together in a bench writing the test in Business Law i finished the paper pretty quickly and my friend was completely at sea . He didnt know anything . So he asked me to do some social service ( Showing my paper to him hehe!! ) and i obliged kindly . At that instant the invigilator caught wind of what was happening and took our papers away. So both of us get zero for that test.

I simply smiled and came back home and told the story to my mom who was pretty angry.

But i don think this experience taught me any lesson i ended up showing my paper during the sems also. Guess Im too kind a person to deny an opportunity to do some social service.. lol!! ;)

Cheers!!

On Shiva's Bday

2006-09-27T10:34:00.000-07:00

A Temporary Farewell

2006-08-28T10:56:00.000-07:00

As he turns on his heels and waves his hand and enters the room, a wave of emotion sets in my eyes to drop a tear or two on the ground just to realize how hard it is going to be to part with the best man i know for a period of just 730 days!!! As i return home and get back to OUR room .... the sight of Jim Morrison's face on one of the posters on the wall just remind me of the man whom ill miss more than anyone.... but yet again he will come back after 730 days or rather 2 years and i will once again share the room with the man who will remain to be my loving brother - Lokesh Ramani .... until then its only me and the posters!!!

Later....

Mom Or Mornin!!!

2006-04-10T13:24:00.000-07:00

As the batsman starts taking guard and eyes the field...he spots easy gaps on the offside...then the bowler bowls with extreme pace but is completely bewildered by the flourishing cover drive piercing the field!!! The bowler was bewildered not because he was driven in spite of the extreme pace but was driven even the ball was pitched outside leg stump....!!!

THUMP!!! And a cassette rolls and starts playing

I slowly get up to see who started my music system just to find my mom sitting in front my bed peering down a small book and starting to reciting a sloka but with a very nice tune...!!! That’s the height of getting pissed...just when u start getting settled wit your dream. You awake to see that it’s already morning...not that I sleep early!!!

But who should I blame the morning turning up so soon or my mom or my music system...I still wonder!!!

Basically......A Talkin World!!!

2006-02-04T05:06:00.000-08:00

SIGH!!! Summer starting to hit Madras and as I wake up after at least a 8-hour sleep :D I head towards the restroom to brush my teeth and go downstairs to read the newspaper, and what do I read... RUBBISH. Its been quite a while since I read some sensible stuffs on the sports columns of newspapers and as I take the other sections of the newspaper it gets far more annoying. So what’s happened to all this writing talents among popular journalists...God alone knows!!! So I thought let me do some thinking(UNUSUALLY!!! I prefer my brain to be a little rusted..lol) so anyways so I kept thinking about this… while I rolled on my bed. I FOUND THE POSSIBLE ANSWER!!!

Today the need for soft skills has increased by leaps and bounces and that means MORE TALKING!!! we turn our television sets on and we find so much of analysis and talk shows (excluding the soaps!!!) and people voicing their opinions are been literally made possible , so writing letters to the editor is all old fashion. A better example is of that chatting through the Internet is not about typing these days but having a G-Mail account and a microphone with messengers like Yahoo, G-Talk & Skype making audio conversations free and more like using the telephone… So I guess SMS is the only medium through which people really WRITE…. Hence basically it’s a talking world and it favours the less-sensible talking their heads out and really annoying everyone… SO WAT CAN I DO BUT LISTEN…. :D

Give Me A Break..........

2006-02-01T09:06:00.000-08:00

The question that looms over hundreds of people in India recently is "IS SACHIN STILL THE BEST, IS HE STILL GOOD ENOUGH??? Come-on people give me a break...OFCOURSE HE IS... its funny that people includng former cricket players who are supposed to have nice cricket enriched heads inbetween their shoulders think that Sachin cant play more criket anymore from the performance of just one test match.

Today certainly one of the dullest days for India...The "Asian Ashes" as they call it, slipped out of the grasps of India after 1986 for the first time has not started a gossip among people abt why India lost but why Sachin failed... I as a great fan and a pretty good critic personally feel that Sachin's career is not seeing a beginnig of the end. It would be a matter of few tests before Sachin gets a hundred and people revive or take back their words... as Roger Federer put it he is also just human....

and people just GIVE ME A BREAK AND STOP TALKIN NONSENSE ABOUT SACHIN....for all those who dont understand cricket!!!!