I’m not here to say something new about the protean actor. Everyone knows how talented and versatile he is. This post is just about to justify it further with some of my own favourites. This post includes Kamal songs which i like. So here we go!

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When someone can be so cute and produce perfect lip-sync at the early age of six, who would not want to give him a national award for the best child actor!



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When someone can be so neat on expressions at the age of 26, who is going to be amazed if he has 17 filmfare awards under his belt! This is a very cute song.



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First attempt at Screenplay, and a very successful one indeed!





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S.P.B’s voice gels beautifully!



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There can’t be a tamilian who hasn’t heard of this! Very popular among college students.



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Dancing to Perfection!



To be Continued….

There cannot be someone who doesn’t get addicted to something or the other at some point of time. ( sorry about the excessive some’s! ) I’m no exception to it. I have been addicted to so many things since i came to Bangalore, fortunately all enjoyable addictions!

The first one. After trying to do some work, at which i failed miserably, i took to a lot of orkutting. Typing scraps in tamil has suddenly grabbed my attention. I find it fun to type in tamil, especially to someone who cannot make head or tail out of it!”Dei don’t do too much” is a standard reply. But its fun to watch people that way. They really get irritated. So from now on, if you have any enemies, start typing everything in a script they cannot decipher. There are 5 options in orkut, so choose your script and shoot!

The second one. Foosball. What a game! The designer of this game must have had a lot of blows and hardships in life i guess ! ;) We already have formed a team consisting of four. The next step is to set up sessions: pre-lunch, post-lunch, pre-dinner, post-dinner and on some crazy days, during the evenings. Whether we are working or not is secondary, me buying a foosball table in the house that I dream to build is vouched. ‘Foos’ has already become more stylish for we call it ‘Fooz’ now. So its high time confuse becomes confooz!!

The third one. Typeracer and Slapster. Now that its already evident that i have nothing to work on, the only thing left is exploring everything in orkut. In such a search, typeracer and slapster stand out uniquely. Slapster first, the best application to pass time, to take revenge on someone you loathe, to improve your mouse handling skills :) . You just don’t know how your time dissolves like sugar in water when you are at it. The next and the better one, Typeracer. Sporting a very interesting GUI feigning a car race is this interesting application that improves the typing speed on continued practice. Just wish i had the time to invite my friends and race. Now its just restricted to random people and guests. Even thought Orkut is trying to copy facebook a lot, it seems to be a crowd-puller for it has a very light interface. Facebook, on the other hand is very crowded and tries to stuff lot of things onto one screen which hampers readability. If you are really looking at your watch very frequently and have nothing at all do, typeracer is your solution!

Finally, the season finale of House MD. Its quite surprising that I’m not making a separate post for the last two episodes of the season for they deserve one. But then, it has become one more addiction too. Now that 4 seasons of House MD are over, i have been watching them continuously. None of the episodes match the strong storyline and technical brilliance of the last two episodes in season four. These two episodes have actually made me watch previous episodes again and again, for which i actually had a big argument with my cousin asking how she could watch them again and again! But them i’m defeated now! The finale has just vaporized any blocks I had to watch the episodes again and again. Guess she is going to have some company when we meet next time :) If anyone is as jobless as I’m and is getting addicted to things, they could drop by and leave out their experiences as comments!

January 6 1966:

Shekhar gazed out of the window and looked at the sky as drops of water came down rapidly, as if they had been in solitary confinement for years and were released now. His heart beating fast, his hands jerking without control, with ambulance sirens dominating the air, with an expression that had a mixture of fear and expectation, he looked up at the sky, for it is a common place to search for god. He needed some support, he needed the confidence. And the sky seemed to be the only source of it. With the mind swaying from one thought to another, with legs not willing to stay at the same place, he started walking towards the room where his wife was crying out in pain. He had faced it a few years back, but still he couldn’t bear the voice crying. He just prayed that it gets over soon. Following a deep cry came the cry of a baby. With his face bearing relief and eagerness, he waited outside the room when the nurse brought the baby out. Holding the baby with fragility, he kept staring at it with happiness, tears rolling out of his ears. Dileep, he wanted the baby to be called as decided by him and his wife. With a light heart, he went to see his wife. She was safe, the nurse had said.

In a few days, he got back to his work, composing music and arranging equipments. He owned a lot of musical instruments and considered them to be like one in their family. He was a good composer, Shekhar with all the heart and compassion and devoted his life and soul to music. Even though he had a new addition in his family, he gave most of his time to music and its compositions. He tried to find sometime for Dileep but he could not do it wholeheartedly. Yet he did find some time during weekends. He had loved the kid, the kid`s cute smile melting his heart away to glory, a feeling that was similar to what he felt when he was immersed in his work. Life had not been too harsh on him, he had earned the money to support his family. Happy, was the way of life.

Right from the age of two, dileep had shown immense interest towards music. He had admired his father more than Shekhar had admired music. He had a great liking for music and his fathers instruments. He enjoyed pressing the wrong keys and listening to awkward sounds in the beginning. His mother, a silent listener had the pleasure to watch her son lose himself in glory. He had liked the keyboard more than any other instrument. Within a short span of time, the awkwardness in music had slowly taken a backseat and he was able to make serene music. He played the keyboard at the age of four making his father`s gaunt visage still in amazement. Music became an ally to the family which was affluent with happiness. Time had gone fast, atleast it seemed to. He had to go to school. At the same time, when he got the time he would accompany his father to shows and studios. Hence the spirit of music had engraved deep in him right from the early age of four. In one such trips, he had played a tune in his father’s harmonium that had attracted a person in the studio. After seeing this kid playing such a good tune, he urged dileep to start classes and learn formal music,for he had seen the potential in Dileep. His father acquiesced and made dileep learn formal music. He had learnt music for five years. At the age of nine, his interest in music had further deepened.

When Dileep was nine years old, his father had fallen ill. In a couple of days, unable to bear the pressure, he had failed to expand his lung. He had died, leaving behind his wife and four kids. The entire burden of supporting the family fell on Dileep’s shoulders. Having no source of income, the family was forced to sell out the musical instruments, the lifeless creatures that gave life to music. Life got tough, and it was not easy to run a family of five with no income. When the instruments had exhausted, Dileep had no other way but to start working. Hence he joined a big music troupe at the age of 11 as a keyboard player. He had got to know of the troupe as he had sold a lot of his instruments to them. Seeing the potential in her son, his mother had really encouraged him to learn music with all devotion. The journey began. An ocean that can never be conquered.

For the next few years, dileep had worked with various composers and music directors. He had to travel a lot. His schooling, which was intermittent because of this had to be stopped completely in a few years. He had sacrificed his studies for music. Was this a worthy sacrifice?

Of course it was, for we now know dileep as A.R.Rahman.

I left at 5:15 in the morning waiting for an auto in Bangalore. With pre-calculations as always, i had estimated the fare to be around Rs 84 as the station is approx 12 kms away which was quite reasonable with the current hike in fuel blah blah blah!. Goddamn i am a calculated moron! I got into one immediately! As he started the auto he started talking in Hindi! I replied something in all the sucky hindi i know! The only thing that he uttered in non-hindi was “one and a half” and i did hear it correct. I thought for sometime.

After being in India for so much time, having got used to the jargon of auto drivers, i havent heard anyone say something like that. Nothing came to my mind. So i asked him what it meant. He saw me. He then glanced at my watch. He asked me: “Whats the time”? I replied “5:30″. By now, he came to know how scholarly i was in Hindi! So he decided to abstain from using it. He now started speaking in broken sentences. He said ” After six, one. Six before, one and a half “. ( Rules Suck! ) Ok, now i knew he was referring to the meter rate. The calculated moron in me started calculating again. I calculated it and left it as nothing much could be done now. Roads were empty and deserted. So we reached the station in a matter of 15 minutes. As usual, the calculated moron in me had calculated the time wrong. I thought it would take atleast 30 minutes to reach. And here we are! fourty five minutes earlier. The train was at 6:30. So i just went and sat in the platform chair for sometime. A train was standing in front of me. Not realising that it was my train, i was just whiling away my time in the chair. I started walking in a while when i happened to see the number board of the train. “Wait a minute! Does that number sound familiar?? 2608″. ( Trains without name boards suck! ) It then struck me what it was, so i quickly boarded the train and found my window seat. I kept my bag, and came to check the list of passengers in my coach, the reason being the obvious! God! Everytime i did this, i felt like some chetan bhagat`s hero in one of his novels.

The name chart had something unique about it. With the whole city bearing the airtel hoardings featuring Madhavan and Vidya Balan, the train list was having the same thing. Airtel Advertisements. I actually did like those ads. They were sort of cute but din’t expect airtel to be so desperate! The whole chart had a pic of these two like a watermark and the all the names were printed on top of it. Now how desperate is that! As i browsed through the list, i found a 25 yr old guy`s name below mine. Relieved that it was not some old idiot with whom i have to put up and sulk that it was a guy ( course i am straight! ), i got a bottle of water and waited for the train to start. Airtel and Vodafone have been in the news for quite sometime, for their innovative ads, vodafone taking the lead. But just in ads. The network sucks. The chhota credit ad especially. I wish I met the guy who conceived the idea. Now thats what i term brilliant!

The train started in a while and i pulled out a novel and started reading it. The seat next to me was empty when the train started. Even more relieved, i sat comfortably and started reading. Now came the fight for the seat. The guy next to me din’t turn up. Instead people came running towards me with handkerchiefs in their hands ( selling handkerchiefs in trains should be banned completely! ) A guy had won the race. He put the kerchief next to me and waved for one more person who turned out to be his wife apparently. The guy was asking if the seat was empty in english. I replied in english. Both sat next to me and started conversing in tamil, assuming i din’t know tamil. It’s really fun when something like this happens. The way it boosts your confidence when you have the feeling that the person sitting next to you can’t understand a word!! You can scold him whatever you want! Actually these people bought open tickets, found my place empty,so came and sat next to me. But their triumph of finding a place din’t last long. A fat ( never seen someone as fat as her! ) lady came and ousted those two claiming it was her seat. And then the standard procedure followed. Waving her hand to one more guy. I was just looking for that female to sit. There was no place for her to sit in this type of seat. In this scenario, she had called one more guy. I thought i was going to be pushed out of the train!! Cramped is the word!! The TTR came. He had actually agreed to give them this seat if they took care of him! They had agreed to do it. She gave him a hundred rupee note as he slyly put it into his coat. He then asked “RS 100 extra charges”, with a wicked smile across his countenance ( don’t know how people get this wicked smile when they ask for money! The expression is same with everyone asking for money! UNITY IN DIVERSITY! ) He took this too and slyly put it in his coat. I have no clue how such people eat even without a prick of feeling guilty by earning this way. It did have an impact on me for sometime but then i was relieved that i din’t have to see any more newer designs of handkerchiefs flying here and there! That ended the kerchief episode.

Then came the fun part. The train stopped at some place. A lot of intersex people entered the train. Yeah you read it right.. “I-N-T-E-R-S-E-X”. They went to people and outstretched their arm, asking for money. This is the improvement in the begging industry. The latest fashion in begging i guess! In future i foresee a B.Tech, M.S, Ph.D or a B.Tech, MBA combination in begging too!! One of them came to me and stretched arms. I was listening to songs in my ipod and acted as if i had not noticed. The arm was in the same way for the next half a minute. Then she said: “HELLO MISTER, Paisa”. Now came the biggest confusion of my life. I have never been so confused in talking to someone. As opposed to “HELLO MISTER”, i din’t know whether to respond as “HELLO MR/MS/MRS” ;) ( Designations Suck! ). I just gestured her to go away with my hand! I felt like laughing for so much time! This is a big business now. They got down from my train, walked to the opposite side and got onto another train!! And when they got down, they went and gave the money to some person there. Guess he is the manager of these things! Must be a Chartered Accountant in this business, i thought!

The train reached chennai by noon, the horrible weather doing its rounds. The people, madly rushing out of the station. I came out of the station and got a bus immediately. I reached a place near to mine and decided to get an auto. None of them stopped. No one even came to me as opposed to mad race that used to exist among them when they find someone standing alonside the road. I reached home half an hour later. Then only i came to know of the auto strike for the fuel hike. Whether the fuel hike is profitable to the government or not, it made me stand in the scorching sun for so much time! ( The Government Sucks! ). So that sums up the journey, something that will never be forgotten for the disparate experience it tagged along from a normal journey!

The alarm started ringing at 8:00 in the morning. He jerked mildly within his blanket for sometime. A hand popped out of the blanket and slammed the head of the clock. He started sleeping again. In about 15 mins time, his mom romps into the room and shouts, “Ravi, its 8:15, get up now. Its getting late for you”. After 15 minutes of effort, Ravi finally pops his head out of the blanket, with wrinkles forming three neat waves on this forehead, showing his urge to sleep more. But, the feeling of another new day of life brought a smile to his face. He rises from his bed and starts thinking about yesterday, smiling instantly. The tile pattern on the floor of his room brought images instantly to his mind. He kept staring at it constantly with the floor in front of him getting blurred out and yesterday`s events getting juxtaposed on it. He kept staring at it with the sun`s rays garnishing the pattern even more as the dust within the rays seemed to be moving in a circular fashion. With a deep breadth that seemed to take along with it his morning laziness, he threw the blanket to a side and left the room for yet another day. After all, he had covered up what seemed to be the biggest blunder in his life.

He had ran out of his house fearing his parents 2 days back where he had found it in a nearby godown; rectangular, powerful, with buttons all over it. His name engraved on a hologram sticker that changed its appearance with every change in perspective was affixed at top of it. His eyes gouged out as he saw it for the first time, not knowing the connection it had with its life. He had found a remote control with a few buttons on them which seemed similar to the remote control of his VCR. The center had a rewind and a forward button with the play button filling the space in between the rewind and the forward button. He walked across the road and stood in a corner of it to experiment with it. When he pressed the rewind button, he found himself standing in the godown with the remote control in front of him. When he pressed the forward button, he found himself standing at the corner of the road again. It took him sometime to realise what was happening. Everytime he pressed the rewind button, he relived the events of his life, as his life went back on a timescale by 20 secs and everytime he pressed the forward button, his life moved ahead quicker than usual. He had been intimidated by this, but still he decided not to call for anyone`s assistance. He also realised that the remote was not visible to anyone else except him. So he was the only person who could operate with it. As he stood along the corner of the road not knowing what to do, he kept staring at the remote. It was then that it had struck him. A bright smile gleamed across his face as he knew he could relive the moments of his life and could amend his blunder. He had copied in an important examination at school and was caught while doing so. The principal had threatened to call his parents and inform them of his deed. The principal had asked him to expect a call anytime on the following day, before which he had ran out of house. His father was an arrogant person. Ravi knew he would kill him if he knew about this. Fearing him, he had ran out of house just to find the remote control that had the power to control the sequence of events in his life. And now he had the fickle mind to revert back to a day before the examination. Yeah, it had happened. He had gone back in time and had opened the book to read for tomorrow`s exam. As he read a paragraph, it had struck him that this question had indeed appeared in the exam. He had gone back in time physically, but nothing erased the events deeply rooted in his memory. So now, he even knew the questions that were to appear in tomorrow`s exam. He read those questions alone and did extremely well in the exam. For the first time in his life, his parents were very happy when they browsed through his progress report. His father, who usually avoids PTA meets accompanied him this time, for he was proud of having a son like Ravi.

As he came out of his room, he found his mom performing her daily prayers to god. His life moved on fast. From then on he had corrected every error that he had committed. With life moving faster than usual as he had lived only those parts of his life that he wanted to live, he piled up his laurels at school, college and literally every place that he went to. He was a brilliant student everywhere. He was a popular figure in every institution he had set foot upon. He used to play games for a couple of hours everyday when his mom used to scold pushing him to have his bath. When he wanted to play more, he would just revert back and start playing for a couple of hours again. Life was too good to live. He had succeeded in every task that was put forth to him. He solved every hurdle with ease and surged ahead. He would think at times about how he had found his remote in a godown, the thought bringing a bright glow to his eyes, for it was indeed something that veered the direction of his life which was once moving in a way undesired.

He was a naughty boy at school. He used to fight frequently with his friends. He never had got his lesson right and had never excelled in an examination. Everything brought anxiety. He was afraid of everything in life. He did not have the confidence to face anything in life. He would never listen to any piece of advice. He had failed in every respect of life. He used to disturb his mom a lot. But she really had so much of affection for him that she never bothered to scold him back. He loved games, but wasn’t good enough for a pursuing a career in them. Then it all changed one day.

Making friends became easy. Moving with friends was never this simple a task for him. He had never quarelled with his friends for he had moved ahead in time and had an opportunity to read their mind sets and then react accordingly. Everything seemed to be like a dream, a realistic utopia. He had power, he had authority, he was super human. He took good care of his parents as he grew up. He made money easily.

As he was lying down, he suddenly felt a disgust for his life as it looked artificial to him. Years of winning had thought him to be confident and fearless. All this is because of that remote. Suddenly he decided never to use it again in his life and moved on with his life. But everytime he found something unpleasant happening, he felt the compulsiveness to use it and revert back in time, for it was too addictive and life was not favouring him without it.

He settled in life. He married a girl of his choice, had two kids who made him proud even without remote controls! They were good at school and were obedient. It went on and on. He relived those vivid moments of his life and avoided bitter events. He never had feared anything, for that rectangular box would take care of everything.

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He was lying on his rocking chair, relaxing himself on a sunday. His gray hair folded neatly with respect to the hair line, he kept staring at the walls and thinking of this past, the beautiful life that god had given him, the life that he adored so much, his children and wife on whom he had all his love. He would do anything for them. As he kept taking swift to and fro motions in his chair, something made him uneasy. He had felt a pain near his chest, something that was unbearable, something that felt like an elephant`s leg crushing his chest. He had his hand over his chest not able to bear the pain, not able to shout for help. With great difficulty, he reached for his saviour, the remote control which he had so preciously handled till now. Just about to press the forward button, his fingers ceased to move, his nostrils blocked the movement of air, his heart had given up and the remote control fell down from his hand. He had died. No remote could save him. Nothing could conquer death.

With a heavy heart, I closed the diary that was given to me by Ravi`s son, as he was nearby when ravi`s heart failed. He had noticed Ravi`s hands move in an awkward manner which became clear after he had read his father`s diary. He had tried to revert back just before death but had failed. Death seemed to be his first and last defeat in life. We don’t get instant answers to certain tough situations in life. Instead of searching for a remote control in life, it is better to change our way of life as to minimize errors, keep everyone around us happy and live life as if we will die tomorrow. After all life is short and death is inevitable.

I`m not very attracted to the idea of sitting leisurely and tuning in to some radio channel and keep listening. I just happened to tune into Radio Mirchi today morning… Think i left something??? errr… yaa… “Semma Hot Machi!!!”. Some nice song was playing. Once that finished, there was this RJ`s voice, part of which i could not comprehend because of the speed. I m sick of this. I really have no clue why they have to speed up things when they are talking. They have ample time, the whole time slot is theirs, yet they fly as if they have no time to spare!!! Anyways coming to the topic… Some programme called ‘Ladies Colony’ was being aired. And it had some interesting topic of discussion. So i decided to listen further.. The topic goes like this… “A recent survey reveals that 32% of the females in India consume alcohol. And more importantly, it is more than the number of men who consume alcohol in the country”. For obvious reasons, the callers where females, for it was a ladies only show. So some caller comes online and argues “Instead of we bothering of the male-female statistics it is more important for us to consider numbers on the whole. Nevertheless alcohol consumption is injurious to health. So there is no need to consider men and female numbers separately for our aim should be towards reducing numbers on the whole rather than blaming the females for such high consumption rates.” This was the first caller. The next caller quoted.. “Women in India are considered to be very divine. They command a lot of divinity. People have a lot of respect for Women in India. So thats why we get alarmed by the statistics. But there is nothing great about the statistics. I cannot infer anything of much consequence from the statistics “. Callers who followed based their arguments on the same lines. Atlast, after lot of waiting, there was one caller who really argued that the numbers really show how the standards are going down and how women need to mend ways. i noticed a 5:1 ratio. If 5 people said that overall reduction is needed, 1 said women needed to mend their way of life. Amidst all this talking, the RJ never allows the callers to express their ideas on the topic. Before they could express their view, the RJ asks whether women statistics alone is important or we should be bothered about the overall alcohol consumption rate. Obviously, any women will opt for the latter option. The replies are perceived as if people are so bothered about the general welfare of the country.

Now lets analyze this a bit. What would have been the result of such a discussion if the women statistics weren’t this high? In such a case, how many women would have argued for general welfare instead of criticizing men for high consumption rates?

I guess the case itself would have been different. The topic would have digressed totally and would have been mostly about husbands torturing their counterparts after consuming alcohol everyday, and things on similar lines. The discussion would have revolved around the attitude of men alone and general welfare would have stayed apart. I guess the ratio that i mentioned before would have inverted now.

I really feel women share equal status with men in this society. A lot of atonements have been made right from the time of independence. They take part in everything. There is no subordination or anything similar to it. They are respected a lot by everyone. So it is up to them to decide whether they really want to be high held or let down because of their unacceptable practices. Not drinking alone be banned, such ladies only shows should be banned too. The very fact that a topic of discussion is taken to discuss with ladies alone itself shows they themselves aren’t prepared to share the status with men. Find one show where a topic is broached and only men are allowed to share their views. So its women who really think their state in the society is really bad, when it really isn’t the case.

Tagged by sementi yet again… and btw, i thank sementi for tagging me and acquainting me with what a ‘tag’ is… :)



1)LAST MOVIE U SAW IN A THEATRE?

Vellithirai in some godforsaken theatre in Trichy with a few of my friends. The movie was useless, but with guys whistling and shouting, it was fun anyways.



2)WHAT BOOK ARE U READING?

I just started reading ‘The Fountainhead’ by AYN RAND, technically for the second time. I started reading the book an year back but failed to cross 75 odd pages. A second attempt at it.



3)FAVOURITE BOARD GAME?

Scotland Yard, the only board game we play in hostel and of course, scrabble (mostly an e-version)



4)FAVOURITE MAGAZINE?

I don’t read magazines frequently, though i try to read Sportstar at times. Not to forget staring at the pictures posted in Kumudam and Anandha Vikatan :P( the tamil magazines )



5)FAVOURITE SMELLS?

Smell of coriander when it boils along with food…



6)FAVOURITE SOUNDS?

My voice :P

As far as instruments are concerned, its the violin and mridangam..



7)WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?

The feeling of being ignored by people whom we think are our close friends…



8)WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN U WAKE?

Have to think of the person from whom i have to flick some toothpaste!!! :)



9)FAVOURITE FASTFOOD PLACE?

No favourites actually, any place is fine…



10)FUTURE CHILDS NAME?

Yet to think about it…



11)FINISH THIS STATEMENT—’IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY I’D’

I would buy a house, garnish it with all my favourite things, keep some money for myself and donate the rest to the needy…



12)DO U DRIVE FAST?

If there is a need to do it… Otherwise i m a safe driver!!! :)



13)DO U SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?

I don’t like to hug anything when i m sleeping!!!!



14)STORMS–COOL OR SCARY?

Storms are really cool. Wish i was in the middle of one..



15)WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?

I really don’t have any interest for cars at the moment. I have become complacent with my bike!!!



16)FAVOURITE DRINK?

Apple today, Sappotta tomorrow and mango day after…. :)



17)FINISH THIS STATEMENT-IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD…

do what i m doing nowadays.. Of course i have all the time!!! never busy :P



18)DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?

No I don’t.



19)IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY OTHER COLOUR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?

I would try to dye my hair brown some day…



20)NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS U HAVE LIVED IN?

Chennai

Trichy

Dubai

Nairobi

Bangalore (shortly)



21)FAVOURITE SPORTS TO WATCH?

Cricket, Football, F1 and Tennis…



22)ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?

A good human being… A good friend…



23)WHATS UNDER YOUR BED?

I don’t like anything on my bed except a pillow when i sleep…



24)WOULD U LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN?

I would like to be born to the same parents!!!



25)MORNING PERSON OR NIGHT OWL?

A definite morning person. I rise at 7 everyday but i crash early!!!



26)OVER EASY OR SUNNY SIDE UP?

What??



27)FAVOURITE PLACE TO RELAX?

My house in dubai, Lapis Room no 10!!!



28)FAVOURITE PIE?

Haven tasted any!!!



29)FAVOURITE ICECREAM FLAVOUR?

I love all the flavours :) I prefer butter scotch though…



30)OF ALL THE PEOPLE U HAVE TAGGED, WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?

MSK



I tag :

MSK

Ken

Vinod

So here is my list of new year resolutions… whether i live up to it or not is immaterial.. but i make a list everytime, this time not being an exception.



1) Try to complete the novel that i have been reading for the past 3 months with minimal success rate.



2) Try changing the display in my phone so that i don have to hammer it every time it blanks out.



3) Figure out what scooters, vacation, fall refer to..



4) Start watching more english movies so that my sis stops thinking that i m a “pattikaadu”..



5) Develop an aversion to Azhagiya Tamizhmagan Songs, Start hating vijay more than anyone else..



6) Pray to god that an advanced course in Operations Research shouldnt feature in the curriculum..



7) Ping and Irritate friends who sport a “busy” status in Gtalk..



8) Try to comb my hair less often in a day..



9) Try not to lose pens and pencils immediately after buying..



10) Make a gallant effort to stop typing “www.gogole.com” for “www.google.com”..



11) Try to convince myself that Facebook is better than Orkut..



12) Try not to talk about ultimate star Ajit Kumar..



13) Not to lend Iris( My Laptop ) for Srini to play Age Of Empires..



14) Finish watching all the seasons of “House”..



15) Repair Rubello`s ( Bike ) loosely hanging right mirror..



16) Not allow Vijesh to read my Inbox and Sent Items..



17) Try to find out who “Prof Jayaram” is..



And here`s wishing you all a very Happy and Prosperous New Year!!!

The title is a very famous quote, too famous to be ignored. People generally make a mental note of their strengths and weaknesses. It isn’t an astronomical task, its quite easy to gauge oneself. We keep telling our friends and close ones about our strengths and weaknesses. When we are able to realize that something is falling on our weaker side, why do we find it so difficult to correct it?

One of my terrible problems is that i am not all that well informed about things. Lot of things happen everyday within the 800-acre campus of NITT. But still i miss out on many of the important things. I am not a very social person. Even though i have a lot of friends, news ( good or bad ) doesn’t reach my territory with ease. It has to struggle and has to follow a very complicated network. Be it important events at college, be it trivial class messages, i don’t get to know most of it on time. I keep walking to class under the scorching sun just to realize that the class has been canceled. And to my surprise, i don’t find anyone else doing the same thing. The news reaches everyone.

Every hostel in our college has a pin up board at the entrance. I am able to see it wall mounted, but still i don’t have the urge to stop and give a quick glance at all the posters put up!!! I don’t think i am that lazy but still i choose to ignore. Now this is one problem that i have been trying to rectify but in vain.

The worst part is that I feel so awkward when i get to know that people around me are so well informed about important events. You really feel like an idiot when someone comes and asks you if you have registered for some event and you give a stare in return which scares the soul out of the other guy. “What the hell is that event about man!!!” is a standard response, the best you can give to act as if you are not interested in knowing about it, and a neat way to hide your ignorance but still there is an inner voice which yells “Shucks!! I must have known!!”.

Something that amazes me is I wasn’t this way when i was younger. I used to be very alert and attentive. Even now, I read a lot of books, magazines and be well informed about stuff. But there are certain things that newspapers fail to convey; things which are more important to my existence than a car lorry collision on a highway that claimed the lives of 5 people!!! Strands of Complacency have settled around me from my tenth standard. My ignorance did not bloat then, but it does have an impact at college now. An unwanted and fruitless change!!!

I missed out on a very important due date for a scholarship exam last semester. I actually got hyper and started scolding a friend of mine for not informing me the place where registrations are done!!!! That is when i really got to know that i m poorly informed about everything happening around. I don’t have seniors who can tell me stuff about the college, nor am i a person who is interested in participation. But still, even if you don’t want to participate, it is always good to know the crux of everything happening around. Information truly is wealth after all!!!

We come across so many different kinds of people in life. But when we meet some people alone, our instincts tell us that getting closer to this person could be fun. We may have all sorts of friends. But it is purely not in our hands. It is never possible to guess and state with surety that these two people will definitely be close friends. There may not be anything in common. But still it is not a criterion for a friend. Everything starts with hesitation. A smile relieves that hesitation to a certain extent. A smile becomes a “Hi” and as time progresses, the other person gets to know you more than you know about yourself!!! This is a generalised pattern. Any relationship has to go through all this. But what gives us the feeling before hand that this guy is going to be a great friend even without knowing anything about him?

We talk. We share incidents. We create memories to be cherished later. We enjoy each other`s company. But it sound very abstruse to me. We keep telling each other that at no point of time are we going to part ways. But we digress as soon as a fight crops up. Bitter fights grow too just like weeds along with plants. We know that the horizon is just a “compromise” away but still we refuse to do it most of the times. Is it ego? Is it adamance? Is it because of expectations?

The world might think that two people get along very well with each other. But we never know what actually is going on between the two. Fights, Misunderstanding, Harsh words that stem deep into oneself (which of course is regretted on reaching a compomise ) are the spoilers. But on reaching a compromise, it should be made sure that the same thing does not happen again. If one person expresses discomfort over something that might involve the other person, the other person should try not repeating it again. If it is repeated, life becomes meaningless and leads to endless fights and bitterness. Just because i come up with such a post, it doesnt mean i dont do all these things. No one is perfect. We all make mistakes. But its practically useless to repeat the mistakes. I try my level best not to commit them again and again. Its just an idealized situation that i m penning here. If such a tenet is implemented, life`s beautiful and everything that it has got to offer is enjoyable!!!