Two Minute Review: Vazhakku Enn 18/9

May 21 2012

Most films are inspired from real life. An incident or an event can give a spark to a filmmaker to conceive a movie. They dwell on anything that happens around us. But at the same time, hardly do they reflect realism. Driven by commercial cliches, filmmakers take a safe bet opting for mass elements in their flicks. However, a new set of directors are making their impact felt these years, with movies that reflect nothing but life. One such jewel in the crown of Tamil cinema is Balaji Shakthivel. The 'Kadhal' director, who set a new trend in Kollywood by narrowing the bridge between art house and commercial cinema, is back to charming us with 'Vazhakku Enn 18/9'.

The filmmaker in his sublime form strikes the right chord. He leaves no stones unturned in taking a serious issue that haunts teenagers today. His narration is so close to reality that the audience might feel that things just unfold almost next to them. If his 'Kadhal' was all about romance between a couple of different 'communities' and 'Kalloori' spoke about the death of innocent students for political reasons, 'Vazhakku Enn... ' is totally different, but much relevant for the day.

It harps about the obscene MMS scandals that play spoilsport on youngsters' lives these days. The mindset of today's youth, their wayward lives and romance has been picturised well. Balaji Shakthivel has proved in the past that with lesser known star cast, he can make a mark on screen. 'Vazhakku Enn...' too is a script-driven movie, where the entire star cast is fresh. Hence, identifying with the characters is no daunting task. More in the flashback mode, the movie throws light on two lover couples, a crime and an investigation by cops. It is more of sex, lies and crime, but well narrated without any obscenity.

Velu (Sri) is a fun-loving fellow who works in a roadside shop. An orphan, he works for his survival. He comes across Jothi (Urmila Mahantha). She works as servant maid in adjoining apartments. And it's love. Their lives in the apartment Aarthy (Manisha Yadav), whose father and mother work to make both ends meet. Dinesh (Mithun Murali), a student too resides in the same apartment. Dinesh leads a wayward life and is obsessed to watch porn. As it happens, Aarthy falls for him without knowing his past and intentions. A series of happenings lead to a crime and the baton is passed on to inspector Muthuraman (Kumaravel), who investigates the crime.

The rest is all but how law takes its own course that's presented as a racy script. It is a script that gets its sheen thanks to brilliant performance of the star cast. Sree as the platform dweller gets under the skin of his character to give his best, while Urmila is impressive as a short poetry on screen. She bubbles with energy and emotes at ease. A welcome find by Balaji Shakthivel and she is sure to go a long way. Mithun Murali as Dinesh is tailor-made for the role. His desperation and is brought out well. Watch out for a good show by Kumaravel as a greedy cop. All these have all been director's artistes delivering what Balaji Shakthivel wants. Manisha Yadav has come out wth a splendid performance. Her body language and mannerisms fit well the character she has done. Urmila is no inferior to Manisha, and both the actresses add credibility to their respective roles. Cinematography by Vijay Milton is the hallmark of the movie. Shot in soft lens, every frame speaks for itself on screen. Specially the scenes where Aarthy comes to know about Dinesh and his motives, how she manages to get his memory card are picturised well.

Prasanna's background score is something that lends solid support to Balaji Shakthivel's sincere efforts. Complimenting the whole unit's good work is slick editing by Gopi Krishna. 'Vazhakku Enn' has moments that leave a lump in your throat. It needs a man with conviction like Balaji Shakthivel to come up with such a convincing film. Hats off the whole team for a splendid show! A must watch this summer.

Cheapster's!

May 20 2012

I do not understand this at all. How can some people manage to surpass the cheapometer standard they set for themselves progressively each time? I wish I could be one of those people who can stick to their determination and say "Neither do I forgive nor do I forget". Unfortunately, or fortunately-I don't know, it is with great displeasure that I admit I'm amongst those who forgive easily and probably forget soon too :-/

It is this attitude or inborn trait that makes my life miserable. Making the same errors over and over again. I think I must resolve to not loose my guard and stay focused on forgive and don't ever forget and never give a second chance to the person again !

Pepsi's Punch

May 19 2012

Chiku buku na TRAIN 

Pepsi'na BRAIN 

Mobileku iruku TOWER 

Pepsi'ku iruku POWER 

LIC na HEIGHT 

Pepsi'na WEIGHT 

BUS na TYRE 

Pepsi'na FIRE 

5+5= PATHU 

Pepsi' na GETHU 

Watchla iruku mullu 

Pepsi' ku Dhillu 

SO B CAREFUL ....:-) pepsi boy rocks. 

Just now watched TR movie tats why kiddos!

The Afterwards

May 18 2012

I am in the strange place that is the afterwards of a severe episode. I have only vague memories of the last six weeks or so. I feel confused, bewildered, as though I have washed up on a strange shore. I am not entirely sure what to do with myself. I know I am OK. My mood is OK, my thoughts are OK, I am no longer having strange experiences, I can no longer feel the electrodes in my head (*do* I have electrodes in my head, or is that just part of the illness?), I am no longer doing battle with the entire civilisation. I am just me, ordinary, human, but no longer consumed by either elation or fear. And I feel like I need to untangle it all but I don't where to start.

I don't know why I got ill, though probably messing around with my medication didn't help, and I don't know why I got better. I think maybe home *was* useful for me this time, though I hate to be in home, it gave me a small space away from my world and my responsibilities, it got me eating and sleeping again. I have been back there this morning to be officially discharged. I have to go again tomorrow, because I have an appointment with my clients. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to explain what has happened. I don't know how to explain my life, that is the problem.

High Intellectual Funda

May 17 2012

I was having a discussion with a friend about how a Man and a Woman's brain work differently.

When suddenly this came up:

How I imagine Girls think:

When they come across something new and unknown:

1. Checks to see if any other girl has the same thing.

If No:

2. Checks to see if it can be worn or applied to face.

If No:

3. Checks to see if eaten , will it make her fat.

If Yes:

"Mehh... I didn't like it anyways"

Stupid Love Letter

May 10 2012

Do you want to win the Love of your sweetheart?

Is she ignoring you all this while?

Are you in this one-sided-love battle for years?

If the answer to the above three questions is Yes, then you are in the big group of men who are not successful in converting their one sided love into two sided love. This post might help you to come out of your Single Status.

I can hear that you are asking me why your status is still single?

It has been a long time since I wrote about my kindergarten girl friend Sharmi. This article will silence that long gap. I was in class 8 then. We were all in our early teens. Sharmi was the most beautiful girl in my class. If you are a regular reader of this blog, you might know that I loved Sharmi.

Till class 9 we all mingled well with the fairer member of the human species. But suddenly there was a change in the manner in which the boys looked at the girls and vice versa. The girls and boys had trouble to have a conversation freely. Many love stories bloomed during that time. How ever I was an early bloomer. Remember; my love life bloomed when I was in kindergarten.

When I entered 10th grade, I decided to start my new love and try to make Anitha - mine. Sometimes I even thought of murdering his dad. 

I was the prankster in class and was a member of the varutha padaadha vaalibar sangam. Yes only the boys liked my jokes. The girls would often write complaints against me and hand it over to the class teacher. Some of the complaints are

Miss! Prabhu is eating our lunch

Miss! Prabhu broke my pen

Miss! Prabhu poured water in our bags

Miss! Prabhu hit me with a chalk piece

Miss! Prabhu is copying from me

Miss! Prabhu pulled my hair

The list was a long one. But none of this complaints deterred me from my new evergreen love for Anitha. I tried many means to win Anitha's heart. Nothing worked. So I decided to do the unthinkable. Yes, I decided to pen a love letter to Anitha with my blood. So that night when everyone was asleep, I slipped into the kitchen and flicked the knife and came to my room. I took a piece of paper and just when I was about to cut my wrist to collect blood for writing the love letter, I got reminded of the bloody gory scene I saw on TV. Immediately I stopped the act. But still I decided to go ahead with the plan but with a twist in it.

I again went into the kitchen and saw a maggi tomato sauce bottle (Yes I am giving free advertisement to Maggi) I grabbed the bottle and did this

I slept off in peace. The next day morning, when I woke up, my hands were swollen. and they were full of ants.

Moral of the story : Ants like Tomato Sauce.

Meaninglessness

May 5 2012

I wander the house. My shelf of self help and healing books seems to mock me. My art supplies taunt me. The mess on the floor reminds me I'm useless. A good day these days is one I manage to sleep away, wrapped in white sheets, listening to rain. Depression is hard and heavy in me. It reminds me somehow of bone. I don't know how it is possible to come back from this place. I feel too damaged, too lacking in everything that makes a meaningful life possible.

wanna be a cross dresser?

April 29 2012

Why am I starting this blog post with a stiletto? Many would say that it is a bad omen to start a post with a seruppu (footwear). You might also think who actually owns this pair of stilettos.  Would you believe that these are footwear for men? You gotta believe me because stilletos for men have entered the fashion Industry and the Indian fashion fraternity has embraced it too.( If you do not believe me, Google it yourself). Now, no one can say that a certain footwear is meant for women and a certain footwear is for men. At this rate everything will be used by everyone irrespective of gender differences.

Women might still argue and say that men cannot wear skirts and wrap-around. But hold on a second, even before women declared that skirts and wrap-around belong to the female species, the men had already started using it. 

The Roman men always wore short skirts and South Indian men also wear a wrap around. They call it lungi. So even in dressing style, women cannot say that men cannot wear a certain dress.

Now some women might say "what about sarees? It can be worn only by women". But history proves that long before the saree was introduced to women Samana Munivars (Yogis) in India wore sarees. Vivekananda is always clad in Samana Saree.

So what exactly is cross dressing? There are certain wears that are designed for certain private parts of men and women. Such attires are not supposed to be inter-worn. The Bible forbids cross dressing of this kind.

Is a trouser, shorts, T shirt, pants an attire for men or women? The question remains unanswered. What ever be the case, as long as we don't scare the dogs and cover our body with clothes we need not worry about who wears what. This post is not gonna bring a change in the mindset of people. But at least it will make some of you to dream for a better future. Let us make our country proud

Note : If you find any relevance for the inclusion of the last two lines in the above paragraph, please tell me. I forgot why I added it here in the first place

Thirukkural - IT version...

April 28 2012

Wanna make this world a better place?

April 27 2012

Some people are misfits in a group. They don't really fit in; but still they are kept in the group for reasons best known to nobody.

Examples are Sreesanth in the Indian cricket team; Poonam Pandey in the modelling Industry; Subramaniam Swamy in politics, Nithyananda in News Media channels; Ravi Shastri and Navjot Singh in the commentary box; T Rajender in the movie Industry; Sania Mirza in Tennis; Prabhupepsi in the Blogging Industry; Corrupt Ministers in the Parliament ( I am not gonna name anyone here) ; Andhra Ministers who watch Porn ( As if all the others who are reading this blog have not seen porn at all) etc...

Just like these misfit people, we have many things that we seldom use on a daily basis. Some of these things are mentioned in this post. You can also add some of the unused things in the comments section.

1) The Treadmill or the Underwear

The treadmill becomes an integral part of every household that could afford it. The buyer of this equipment is anyone who has a thoppai (pout). The walking machine is bought with a sole purpose to burn some calories and to reduce weight. After this machine comes home, the buyer will religiously exercise on this machine everyday. After a few weeks, the buyer will realize that the walking machine does not help him/her in reducing weight. So he/she slowly reduces his time on the treadmill. In due course of time, the treadmill becomes an unwanted element in the house. It stores up a lot of space. In many houses the tread mill is used for drying clothes. Towels, socks and underwear dry real fast when they are dried on a treadmill.

2) The wedding Gown and the Wedding suit

You wear these on your wedding day or your relations wedding and everyone will say that you look gorgeous/handsome. But try wearing it on other days and it doesn't fit into the picture at all. The golden decorated Sherwani, I bought for my brothers reception is still hanging in my wardrobe. I am still looking for an opportunity to wear it and walk around. How many girls out there are wearing their wedding gown everyday? Yes it indeed looks great on your wedding day and it even looks great on the photographs when the photographer is really talented. Statistics reveal that a human being wears his/her wedding attire not more than 3 times in his/her entire life. My wedding suit can't be even worn on for business meetings. It has these three holes for flower decoration and It also has these three big golden buttons.

3)The Unseen movies

If you are a movie buff, you will have the tendency to buy lot of dvds. Now a days we get this 4 in 1 and 16 in 1 DVDs and most of these DVDs are pirated ones. We buy many such DVDs and we end up watching only one or 2 movies in a DVD. My DVD collection is so huge that I can store the DVDs in a small lorry. I can even start a video library on my own i guess. Do you have such DVDs too?

4) Vacuum Cleaner

20 years ago when my dad bought an Eureka Forbes vacuum cleaner for our home, we asked him what it was. Today my nephew asks the same question when he sees that vacuum cleaner. Very few have seen the vacuum cleaner been used to clean houses. In our house, cleaning the vacuum cleaner takes 3 hours. I have used the vacuum cleaner as hair drier. Now it is just another space occupying dormant machine at home.

5) Clothes and Shoes

The wardrobe is the dirtiest place in many homes. It is even dirty than toilets in most houses. The amount of unused clothes and the shoes that we do not use occupy a big junk of space at our home. Why can't we give away the unused clothes to the less privileged and needy. Just try arranging your wardrobe this weekend and you ill find many clothes that you don't wear at all. You can pack those clothes and give them to the poor and needy.

6) The couch potato

Yes! This is the waste fellow of the house. This creature just sits in the couch and juggles between the TV remote control and the music system remote control. He orders his mom or wife around and she has to bring him water and food to the couch. He also writes blog posts sitting in the same couch and in due course of time he develops a thoppai (pout) and when that happens he buys a treadmill. After that you know the story.

Note: Please bear with the couch potato. Throwing him out of the house will only worsen things for him and you. But in all the other cases, you can dispose the unwanted things and make this world a better place to live in

Shut up): I know everything!

April 11 2012

We are living in an information age where there is dearth of information. Back those days, when someone told something new everyone would sit around that person and listen eagerly. But today with the advent of internet and the availability of huge amount of information on the web, anyone can access anything and get an idea about any topic. 

People who do not know anything about cricket, can just spend sometime online and get enough information to involve in discussions on IPL. Internet has given birth to many such souls. Gone were the days when information was available from only few sources. In the past when the knowledgeable people spoke others listened to them; but now even when a knowledgeable person speaks, another person who has just a pinch of information on the same subject also joins the conversation as if he knows the subject  in totality.

Everybody these days want to express themselves but nobody wants to listen to others. Communication is an art that will be effective only if a person listens to understand the other person's views and then answers that. But today no one bothers to know what the other person is trying to communicate; everybody just want to talk.

Facebook and Twitter are two places where everyone just posts something thinking that the whole world will agree with them. Every writer who picks up a pen and paper thinks that he is Shakespeare and tries to force his writings on others. 

Today 11th April 2012, a Big earthquake hit the shores of Sumatra and the aftershocks were felt in Chennai also. I was talking with my ammu chiti (my mom's sisy). When I saw the sun news. More than anything Twitter and Facebook were the most affected places because of the earthquake. Till the earthquake news spread around, everybody were talking as if they knew everything about cricket.. Now everyone are discussing about the intricate details about earthquakes and tsunamis. If Google and Wikipedia sites go down for a week, the world will be more calmer.

The second most affected species were the couples who romance in the beach sands. The cops chased them away. They cursed the Tsunami and left the place. More than the Tsunami, the media people created major havoc by saying that a big Tsunami is gonna hit Chennai. 

Finally just when the Tsunami was about to Hit the Chennai shores, our one and only Gabtun jumped into the scene. If he had jumped a little more, the sea would have dried up.

A picture to say a me(a)ssage!

March 20 2012

All of us would have come across the following kind of pictures. I am posting a collection of pictures that I found on the net. I am also adding two of my own creations in this post.

I found the following two on facebook shared pictures 

The following three pictures are from Alid Art 

Finally, Prabhupepsi Specials  

More of this will be posted in future!

How to celebrate Women's Day

March 8 2012

Want to get.....special muttuinnnnn briyani? (the bill will be paid by celebrities)

Steps

1) Take a photo like this
2) Praise your girl friend
3) Praise the whole women community
4) Act innocent.

Posting it on my website, facebook and waiting for your comments!;(

Kriuthika - The sexy hot chick!

March 5 2012

Men are lovers of flesh. Am I making a generalized statement? I might be.

Exceptions are there. Click this [link] to see the only man in this world who has the power to control temptation. Yes, No woman can tempt him.

99 % of Road accidents happen due to women showing skin. ~ Source : Nithyananda Publications

So, should all women in India wear a Burka when they walk on the roads? If I say yes to this question, I am pretty sure that all the women in this country will start to hate me. Not just women, the men will also hate me.

Two days ago, my friend Ferrous rang me up and said, "Hey Pepsiboy! Tomorrow, I am going to my village called Makinampatti in Interior Tamil Nadu with a group of friends. I want you to join us"

" Why do you want me to join you all?"

" The Village is very beautiful and it is green and lush and the climate is beautiful"

" That sure sounds good. But That doesn't catch my attention yet. I can switch on the AC and stay at home and have a great time. Tell me some other reason why i should come"

" The Village has great archaeological importance caves"

" I can watch the same on Discovery Channel"

" Ok we can listen to traditional rural music in the village"

"Not Interested"

" There is a glamorous chick called Kriuthika and she is HOT"

"Pick me up on your way to  Makinampatti".

The next day, Ferrous picked me on his car and we drove to sokaverranpatti. It was a dry place and it was nothing close to what Ferrous had mentioned on phone. But we did not mind it. We were waiting to see kriuthika. Ferrous started to narrate about Kriuthika and her beauty.

" She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. Though she is married, she still maintains her figure. Her lips are small and cute and she has a lovely neck"

Now we were all eager to see Kriuthika. Ferrous then took us all to Kriuthika's house. Ferrous walked around the house and we all hid behind a bush and he gave us the thumbs up sign indicating that Kriuthika was all alone in the house. He slowly climbed the wall to see Kriuthika. He stood there like a statue for a minute. Then slowly he got down and ran to us and said , " She is not wearing anything but an underwear."

"Did she see you?"

"No she did not see me. Come soon. Let us all go and admire her beauty"

We all followed Ferrous and climbed the wall and saw the Hot chick Kriuthika wearing nothing but an underwear.

Click this [link] to see Kriuthika's beauty.

Note : Ferrous is no more and we buried him in Makinampatti.

Did I just post my 1150th post?

A birthday agony!

February 27 2012

Come February the month of love,

I go back into glimpses of the past

Whoever said that time heals everything

Didn't really know the pain of clinging.

Yet another year passes by,

With some old memories

Proving your deceitful existence

Beyond what my eyes can see.

Sometimes, just a glimpse of you,

In my dreams would suffice

But today its not a day of that kind

When I have logic on my mind.

Romantic stories and tales of laughter,

Kisses and your sprouts of pamper

Motorbike rides and paths of sunshine

Are still safe in my heart's old mine.

Four long years I count today,

Mocking me from the corners of my own eyes

They say, you have left for good

You are healthy, and in a happy mood.

I can only assume they are facts,

For, I know you forget me and 

You see me as  a  coward,

As always you are wrong.

Power Of Muteness

February 26 2012

The above photo was taken when the Thai President Yingluck Shinwatra met the Indian Prime minister. 

Many people around the globe call Manmohan as a mute Prime minister. But we should remember that  Mr.Manmohan Singh has single handedly tackled all the rocks thrown at him with one great weapon and that is SILENCE.

The above photo was taken when the South Korean President Lee Myung Bak visited India. This conversation between Manmohan Singh and the South Korean First man was overheard by our waste correspondent.  Now the social media chat platforms are working on for creating the Manmohan smiley and the Lee Myung smiley.

Someone somewhere said that Silence is the best answer to many questions. Our PM lives that quote. I am not being sarcastic here. He has the power to quench fiery darts thrown by Malika, Terror Romeo(T Rajender) and Subramaniyam Samy. Such is the power of MUTEness. 

Back home, we always fight for the remote control. 

When my mom uses the remote control, devotional channels will run on TV.

When I use the remote control, it would be Discovery or the Comedy channels.

When my dad uses the remote control, it would be the Channel Scan button which would be crying for mercy.

Similarly the congress supremo Sonia used a powerful weapon and that weapon has even tackled Anna Hazare.

A fan mailed me and said, " Pepsiboy, your posts should be informative". Now you know the name of the presidents of two countries through this post. Even I struggled hard to find the name of the Thai President. At first , i thought she must be a Chinese lady and googled for Manmohan Singh with Chinese lady. It gave me dangerous search results. Then I searched for Japanese lady, Korean lady, Hong Kong, King Kong , Taiwan and finally found the name of the lady when I searched for Thai lady. So great hard work has gone for constructing this post.

When ever I talk about hard work, a few people come to my mind.  One such person is Power Star Srinvasan. He has taken the world by storm with his acting prowess. He is the complete package; every girl's dream man and he has the charisma of Rajnikanth and the talent of Kamal Hassan. One should watch his movies before their death. If you watch his movie, that would indeed be your death day.

Finally, I would end this post with one of the greatest statistical calculation ever made to find the best Indian cricketer of all time. This is the result of the greatest research.

It becomes harder to pretend

February 20 2012

Please don't ask me what it is

Its very difficult to tell

The grief, the pain, has gone deep within

Deeper than you can smell

Don't wonder whose fault it is

Is it fate or my own creation

I have pondered enough on thoughts like these

And realized there's no conclusion

Every morning when day should start afresh

I have thoughts lingering over mind

And you think, certain things are wrong

Oh! why, but few are right!

Please don't try to search my eyes

I don't hide emotions there

You don't know, but I have mastered the art

Of hiding feelings nowhere

The little smiles I tried to preserve

Have become difficult to upkeep

And you thought I m such a jovial guy

You don't know whats there in deep

Don't ask me about my silent hours

I may not disclose them ever

I keep talking for long long hours

But my silence is hidden forever

The shell was hard, not easy to break

But has now been broken and bent

Don't question how I live like this

It becomes harder to pretend.

Birthday Poem

February 19 2012

This poem is exclusively dedicated to Thiyagu, my super awesome friend who celebrated his birthday today.

On this very special day, I’ll just say,

that poems travel a long long way

that’s why this one was always ‘on the way’ 

but here it is today!!

Wishing you a happy happy birthday!

Of course I know that won’t do!

This verse is something old and new

for you this year that fleetingly flew

behind us, as we grudgingly grew;

reminding today, 

Of all the memories that lay afloat

in my mind, it is hard to quote

the most memorable, hard to note

the funniest joke, for me to gloat

what an awesome person I got to know! ;)

I hope, Someday on your birthday,

A poem like this will travel a long way

and blink and beep on your  Samsung black berry

while you’re listening to your favorite tune

driving on a highway in your alto  (or ur Inova!)car

Off to a day of mountain climbing,

backpack full of  carlsberg beer cans… 

I wish you everything nice, earth to stars.

And Every year on this day 

(might be late, I can’t say happy birthday))

my poem will travel a long way

Like it did today

to wish you a happy happy birthday Thiyagu!

Chimmi Chimmi ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

February 18 2012

Technical Problem!

February 17 2012

Being Me!

February 16 2012

Happy Valentines Day (not for me)

February 14 2012

Cause today is the only day that makes me aware of how very very single i am...every other day i honestly don't care.

A library of questions

February 13 2012

Discovering yourself. It’s a hard task. . There is no time that you would sit and introspect. What do you want? Why do you want it? Is it a crazy obsession that will fade away as you get your hands on it? Or is it something that would change who you are? Is it even relevant?

You wake up. Brushing is a herculean task. You skip it and your mom serves you your breakfast. coffee and two pieces of idly's. The same everyday.

You log on to the web. Sadness pours onto your blog. The hours of your day vanish away before you can count till 100 in your brain. Nature's call, hunger and other things happen in short breaks ranging from 3.56 to 3.57 minutes.

You realise its evening. From putting away looking into the mirror due to shame to the your day-by-day firming opinion how you should get used to living a fattie all your life because that's how it feels is supposed to be. You get back home thinking about various #EpicFail ways and diets you ll do the next day. You run to your computer like a mother running to her just found kid. You make desperate attempts at being funny at Facebook. No one rebloged. No new followers. Finally your bum gives in to be glued at a single place for hours. You literally experience what 'pain in the body’ feels like. Late night consecutive reruns of Big Bang theory, Two and a Half men, Glee and Supernatural replace the tradition of bed time stories. You put the Television on a sleep timer and close your eyes before it shuts down. Dark makes you imagine all type of creatures. Its time to sleep.

All through the day you just keep yourself involved so that you don't have to think about more pressing issues. How life was supposed to be about a successful businessman. How the dreams and the plans to work day and night were being tweeted away. Ambition was forgotten. Getting yourself drunk on an overdose of a desperate virtual life and ignorance somehow trying to not think about the nightmare that is near. A result that is sure to have you flunked.

Do I want to live the rest of my life this way, messing up my social life?

Do I want to be a successful businessman?

Do I want to go on a crash diet, fat burners look good on the cost of my fucked up health?

Do I want to ignore all the calls of people until they get tired enough to try anymore?

Hundreds of questions circling your mind with the same answer. I don’t know.

But there is one question I firmly know the answer to : 

Do I want people telling me how to get my life straight, how to correct my sleep cycle, how I should be working, how social life needs to be given a chance? 

NO.

Dear Procrastination

February 12 2012

Dear Procrastination,
I am so over you. I am leaving you for your eternity-old-nemesis Work.
Don't try to find us for atleast 2 days. I plan on making arrangements for our wedding (me and my work) and you are cordially NOT invited.

With love, (not really)
Me.

Is anyone else in love with new computers and CCTV's too?

P.S : Not reading blogs, commenting and stuff. But that doesn't mean I don't love you. . Just paying for my past sins. [Not working enough last projects and having to work harder than ever in this one]
These computers and CCTV's are an on-demand Valentine's day gift. And needless to say THE BEST EVAA.

Enjoying Life

February 11 2012

Thanks Shreeja for reminding me that I have a blog to update.And since I have nothing to write and no inspiration whats-so-ever to cook up a story, here is what you wanted to read from me ;-) (I assume you and everyone else is interested to know each and every detail of the awesome life I have)

When I am not blogging, I am 

Decorating my newly-found cute-little-room-apartment :)

Giving advice, even if no-one wants it

Watching a movie

Organizing and re-organizing my stuff. Maybe I'll start color-coding things now. 

Sympathizing with friends who got married, and making them realize that there is more to life than being happy

Eating, Facebook-ing, all at the same time

Wondering how some boys around me would continue to wear the cotton pants in-spite of  simple jeans 

Home-Alone enjoying being with myself

Attending Weddings. Marriage is a such a communicable disease I tell you later

Reading Fountainhead. God knows when I'll be able to finish

Reminding people not to mess with my-highness

Being too lazy to type

Blaming about random people

Enjoying Life

But, I better be back soon.All I need is a story.Oh, maybe the real come-back post is just round the corner.

@ Casino Royal Curise

February 10 2012

I just have to deal with it!

February  9, 2012 

Lately, I have been faced with series of inefficiency from the technical industries and service departments…. My patience is running out.  

Inefficiency really gets into me especially when the expectations are clearly spelled out, one is sufficiently equipped to do their job well, and we pay for the services…  

My buddy told me… not everyone has the same level of expectations like us… sometime that’s the way it is… sometimes the world sucks… they are  just not as perfection and efficient as I expect it to be

I just have to deal with it!

I may choose euthanasia

February 8 2012

Emptiness choking my breath,

Making me to lean towards death,

Couldn't see anything except the color black,

Always wishing for someone to come back,

Lost in fairy tale which I thought was true,

It's may be pleasing to see the shades of blue.

Was a fool to feel beautiful,

Sanity warned but insanity overruled,

Trust is gone, soul is dead,

I feel no pain even when my cuts bleed.

Being tired of heartaches, I may choose euthanasia,

It's getting hard to have dysphoria. 

where was all the green??

February 7 2012

The last time I traveled by air was a long time ago so I don’t remember anything except the air sickness. So this time I lost no time enjoying the view outside the window. Intently following the map on the LCD screen before me, I enjoyed guessing whose head we might be flying over. It was hard because all we could see was the clouds spread like whipped cream delicately nestling our gigantic air bus.

So back to the point, as we were nearing out destination, I peered outside to catch the landing process. At first it was vast stretches of brown, then a few specks of white and blue here and there.

It was then I noticed, my eyes shuttling from the monitor to the window. The screen showed a physical map of India and a tiny shape of airplane indicating our location. And the place where the tiny airplane was, was completely green. I looked outside- where was all the green??

The little white building block structures became larger and larger but the soothing colour of mother earth’s delicate drapes became untraceable.

At an altitude of 1000km, my heart grew heavy, sank to the ground and broke to pieces.

government bus!

February 6 2012

After travelling for nearly 6 hours in a government bus, now I say real beauty is the auto which carried me and my luggage safely home. And my messy room where I can finally dump those bags and stretch my hands. Sitting on a vibrating seat for six hours with a fat guy next to me taking up three fourth of the seat is not easy.

 Next time, I'm taking the train. uff.................

My Blog's Mantra

February 5 2012

Something I read in my childhood.

These three simple sentences made me take writing in my blog.

Today I just felt like sharing it.....

Picture Of The Month

February 4 2012

Childhood Games

February 3 2012

Remember this? The Natraj Pencil which most of us would have used when we were in school! I would use the pencil sharpener to create such flower designs from the pencil wood. Have you dunnit?

This post will take us all back down memory lane.

Have you been a victim of corporal punishment? Kneeling down, Put chair, raising hands, out-standing-student are some of the terms that will flash across many minds. Have you dunnit?

Bed wetting is an International sport of any child. I have played this sport till I was 10 years old. How many of you have played this sport for longer period of time? My college mate Sudharsan used to play this sport even when we were in college.

One of the favorite games for any child is the "hide and seek " game. Most children select the "bed" to hide. I recently played this game with my niece and nephew and I was seeing history repeating itself in front of my own eyes.

If you have not eaten big fun, you have missed the cream of your childhood. The small stamp that has details of cricketers accompanies Big fun bubble gum.  Big fun was the fore runners of the Trump card games.

Cassette tapes and Video cassettes were a part of our life in the 70s,80s and 90s and the children of the present day are missing a great deal in life because of CDS and USBs. How many of you have pulled the tapes out of the cassettes? I used to put a pen inside the cassette hole and used to manually rewind it for my favorite songs.

Parents would say ," Don't play with the electric switch board". But that would not deter us from playing with switches. I have often tried to balance the switch between the ON and OFF position to see when exactly the light goes off. Have you dunnit?

The kindergarten school kids of the present generation start their writing exercises in note books. But during those days, we had a black slate and a small chalk piece. Holding the chalk piece and writing the letter A on the slate would bring a great deal of joy to the mother of the kid.

Bril Ink was a part of  my life during my entire primary, high school and higher secondary school days. One student would lend some drops of ink from one pen to another pen. The inks are also sometimes sprayed on the white uniform shirt of students especially on the last day of school.

Travelling like slaves in auto rickshaws does not end in school. An IT corporate employee still travel in cabs and buses like this. I have traveled like this in an auto rickshaw. We would all fight to sit in the front seat next to the auto rickshaw driver. 

Now , How many among you have played this game. It should be the national sport of India. All you need is a tyre and a small stick. Some of the greatest tyre controllers are 3 year old kids. I have done this. Have you dunnit?

RingAringA Roses... The official girl gang game. Boys also play this game. I really don't know what fun we get from a game where eventually all fall down. But that's the great boon of being a child; you get to have fun on any game that might sound foolish to others.

I feel like playing some game that I used to play when I was a child. What about you? 

Please mention the games you played when you were a child