P R A B H U P E P S I

Enjoying Life

2012-02-11T00:30:00.000+05:30

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

2012-02-10T00:15:00.000+05:30

February 10 2012

I just have to deal with it!

2012-02-09T00:48:00.001+05:30

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

2012-02-08T00:39:00.000+05:30

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??

2012-02-07T01:13:00.000+05:30

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!

2012-02-06T00:53:00.000+05:30

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

2012-02-05T00:00:00.000+05:30

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

2012-02-04T02:07:00.000+05:30

February 4 2012

Childhood Games

2012-02-03T01:18:00.000+05:30

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

What comes to your mind , when you think of WINDOWS?

2012-02-02T00:56:00.000+05:30

February 2 2012

I don't know who coined that word and I don't even know who built the first window. The first window might have been the window in Noah's ark. But I am not sure of the exact purpose with which our forefathers designed and invented windows for.

Now a days Windows are used for many purposes. When I was a little boy, I used to climb the window grill at my house. When my mom chased me around the house to beat me, I would climb the window and enter the top rack near the roof. The window used to help me a lot. But then we moved to our new house and the architecture of the house was so different. There were no more racks near the roofs and the french windows made it impossible for me to climb.

In 1985 Microsoft launched its operating system and called it Windows. My brother first bought home a computer in the year 1992 and then we had the Windows 3.0 operating system. Now we have a whole garbage of windows versions. Why did they name an operating system as windows? Those who named it will give lot of philosophically right reasons for that name; but they too just named it without a clue. Now windows is famous and lets not bother trying to figure why they named it windows.

If not for windows and keyholes, the peeping toms would never have found a place for themselves on earth. The above line is not true, because a peeping tom would invariably find his own way to take a peek into the personal lives of others. Still who cares? The peeping Toms would be smiling reading this paragraph. For those who do not know what a peeping Tom means ~ don't worry. We all are peeping Toms. How many of us have watched the Nithyananda-Ranjitha romance video on Sun TV and on YouTube?

Moving to a different area, Windows are also used to dry clothes. For many Indian men, the horizontal beam in the window is the official underwear drying spot. You can identify such men by looking at their underwear. When I walk out of my house, I am always greeted by all the clothes that dry at my neighbor's window. Researches show that those who dry their clothes in the window live a long and happy life.

Windows are also the target for rubber balls by kids. Windows have the magnetic power to attract rubber balls towards them. The windows have played a major role in creating fights between little children and older people.

Windows have also become an integral part of ladies blouses. In olden days, Indian women never wore blouses for sarees. Then they started wearing blouses. As days went by doors, grills and windows became mandatory designs in the blouses. When I was class 12, my class girls wore sarees only on the final school day function. On that day, we came across many window versions. Even today the window blouses are still very much in use. Some of the blouses with windows have no frames.

What comes to your mind , when you think of WINDOWS?

I think I will get married this year!

2012-02-01T00:31:00.000+05:30

February 1 2012

Finally I am awake from a long blog slumber. Yes It was a long sleep. Today, I opened my mail box to see a number of mails from readers who had inquired about the reason for my absence from my blog. Some of the mails reminded me that I used to be funny and that I am not funny anymore. Some mails made me happy because the readers considered me as their daily dose of humor giver. Some mails were from girls who wrote that they are gonna commit suicide because I am not going to write anymore. There was one guy who had sent his resume to work as HR manager for Prabhupepsi incorporation. (சங்கமே அபராதத்துல ஓடும் போது இப்படி ஒரு கடிதம் ஆ ?). Immediately I decided to reply to all he mails. I even thought of coming up with answers for all the emails. Some of the answers were

1) I had too much of sugarcane for pongal and hence was being treated for diabetes

2) I was waiting for Vijay's nanban movie and was shocked to see him finally do a good performance after 15 years and it took some time to come out of the shock

3) I was screened by Kapil Sibal.

Where shall I start this post now. Ok lemme first wish everyone 2012 will be a year when the mayan calendar would be put to shame. The Mayans never knew that we have super star Rajnikanth. His son-in-law Dhanush's song "Why this kolaveri di" has become a viral phenomenon across the globe. My house maid hums this song when ever I give her some extra work. Dhanush has become an international star now. The problem with super hit songs is that you will like the song the first few days and after a point of time, when everyone starts singing the song and when you start hearing it everywhere you start disliking the song. Kolaveri has reached that level. It has more hits than any Michael Jackson youtube uploads. I am glad that Rajnikanth did not sing the song. If so, it would have become the national anthem by now.

By the way, I think I will get married this year. May be more posts about married life will be posted this year. It is a slow and late start to the year and I started this post with a yawn. It is gonna be a great year indeed.

Be good and stay safe and have a wonderful year.

Once upon a time…

2012-01-06T04:45:00.000+05:30

January 6 2012

You hated being called a kid, but everyone loved you for that.

Play time was outside the house.

TV time was on Wednesdays and Fridays to watch Chitrahaar and Oliyum Oliyum.

You only got to watch cartoons on Doordarshan on Sunday morning.

You loved to tear the blue inland letters for your grandparents, and prided yourself in doing it clean.

You could do absolutely anything, for absolutely anything that tasted sweet.

Getting to sit behind Dad, in the back seat of a bike, was nothing less than a privilege.

Two milk powder tins, connected with a thread, was the coolest phone you knew.

Getting to watch a movie after 10 in the night was something to brag about to your friends for months.

The only remote controlled vehicle you had, was called a ‘Kite’.

Your biggest fights were with your brother/sister.

The biggest fights you fought, were for your brother/sister.

You were proud to say that you wanted to be a Police Officer.

Sleep was not a problem and you slept like a log whenever you wanted to.

Back aches and muscle pains were only after wrestling the kid from the nearby colony who broke your cricket bat.

At birthday parties, you ate more icing than cake.

You hated shopping for clothes.

your handheld video game, was filled with water and had small plastic balls that had to be put into baskets, by pressing a small button which pumped air.

Rajinikanth and Kamalhassan were your favorite actors.

You did not care who the actress was.

You believed in Magic.

You believed in Ghosts.

You thought the old, night watchman of the nearby bungalow was one.

You hated Doctors.

You wanted window seats in absolutely any form of transportation you travelled in.

Travelling in an airplane was a once in a lifetime dream.

You saved every paise you could get, to buy a 50 paise chewing gum and collected the small thumbsize card inside them.

A lady teacher, no matter how old she was, was called ‘Miss’.

You hated your Maths Mahalakshmi Miss.

The best special effects you knew, were in Ramayan or Mahabharat on Doordarshan on Sunday.

There was a TV called Solidaire.

Reality shows were silly dances and skits done in school during a function, or in your colony during the New Year’s eve.

You could crash your cycle with a thud between the legs of your neighbor Uncle, and still be called for Dinner at their home.

You could get away with absolutely anything naughty.

You thought that sharpening a pencil without breaking the shaving was an art.

The only meetings you attended was to decide who would go an fetch the ball that landed at that ever-angry Aunty’s house.

An emergency was when that ball would break her glass window.

The only time you wanted money was when your friends were collecting 1 Rupee each for buying a new ball.

Grown-ups, apart from parents and teachers were of 2 types – Uncles/Aunties, Thatha/Paati-s.

You looked at grown-ups and wanted to be one as early as possible.

You grew up and realized what an idiot you were to wish for something like that, and spent on writing or reading something like this…

Wish You A Happy New Year

2012-01-01T04:16:00.000+05:30

January 1 2012

I think I won’t fall

2011-12-16T23:47:00.000+05:30

December 16 2011

A few interesting things happened to me today!

1. I found out a friend has a true friendship on me(Mr.Jothi).

2. I went to metupalayam.(and met up with lovely incident, one of my flowers that God had was fallen for me, cause who graciously brought me around this temple {MR.Thiyagu}).

3. Soon I’m going to have a foreign trip.

When I put it like that, they definitely don’t seem like much but I’ve been quite distracted last month, so much so that I’ve neglected my one new true friend(Mr.Krishna Kumar). well, these things and watching reruns of friends have pretty much occupied most of my life right now, besides work.

oh, and its 12am know?!.

I’m looking forward to the trip with Thiyagu but it also feels like this will be happen with many travel buddies. We seem to be growing apart as friends. I’m saddened by many things, but I know by now that sometimes friendships don’t last and I just have to let go and move on.

But Thiyagu was wonderful person. He was the first friend to talk on my own, though technically it wasn't a freshers talk because some restricted friends was with me most of the time. But staying with Thiyagu was it likes having perks, Like being in the bedroom to myself and not feeling guilty if I sneeze too loudly and I like that I can wake up when I want, come back when I want, go where I want – basically be as self-indulgent as I can be. and of course, the templing was amazing. I’m definitely coming back every friday with you. As for my friend… I could like him but I can’t hold for various complicated reasons. however, it hasn’t stopped me from exchanging flirtatious text messages. I feel like I’m playing with my bro am I rite Thiyagu?!. but as long as I don’t go beyond that, I think I won’t fall.

I have to say, it really feels nice to know Thiyagu thinks of me that way and is thinking of me. If only I’m not a cheat and will actually take a stand to be faithful – either be involved friendly or just stay strictly friends.

but it’s just a affection. He’ll get over it.

Thiyagu Rocks!...

2011-12-15T00:46:00.002+05:30

December 15 2011

Letter to the future to Me

2011-12-13T05:28:00.000+05:30

December 14 2011

Dated 14th December 2040

Hey!

I mean hello.. Prabhu Sir.. How are you? I hope your health is okay.. If you have BP due to all the needless tension you took in your youth, I’m terribly sorry. I am also sorry for not eating enough curry to maintain your health.

I hope you are very busy completing your next book or repairing your grand-daughter’s computer. If you are still deciding on a climax for your first book then you are such a loser!! (I know I have to respect your age and all but this is unforgivable). I know you’re retired from your company you had. Don’t sit and count your farewell gifts.. You’re 60 for heaven’s sake!

Here is a list of things you should have seen by now at any cost!!. If you are able to tick all then good for you.

Statue of Liberty

Sydney Opera House

Italy- Vatican city and Rome and all those places described in Angels and demons.

France- Effil tower with all those magical lightings.

Greece- all those greek temples from art history class.

Egypt- the pyramids..

Spain – for the Tomatina festival J and I……

One Indian village where there is no mobile network, TV, internet connection and beauty parlour.

I am pretty sure those will be available for a long time from now… so if you can say “hey! I’ve been there” for all these places then I say “you have REALLY lived your life!!!” (I’m sure you would have gone to all these places with only one person)

I am sorry for all those days you spent as a college student, hanging out in college alone and stupidly crying because you’re always short of friends. Now that I’m reminding you, you’ll just say “don’t remind me of it! You were so dumb when it comes to choosing the right company!” yeah you’re right. But now you are fine with people, they all like you because you are nice to them all. I started that in you. So you’re welcome. ;)

I hope now you have realized that as long as you have your family, you’re just fine. As long as you get up every morning being wished by a 54 year old somebody, who still prepares you coffee and chicken……. As long as you both are planning on how you both are going to meet in the next birth.. Everything is going great!! Keep up the good work on your life!

PS: you need not be formal and thank me for all those memories I preserved in a dozen diaries. But it took a lot of patience and time.

PPS: if time travel is possible then mail me one feature/article and a documentary script on 14th December 2011, at 05:40 am. (my assignment… please help….) :(

with lots of expectations..

Prabhupepsi

With Love…For My Dove..

2011-12-13T04:59:00.000+05:30

December 13 2011

Smooth and silky, thick and bouncy,

And never frizzy here and there,

Feels beautiful from the roots today,

My long, shiny, black hair……………

All thanks to Dove oil care!

I know it is like a little kid’s poem but.. it just came into my head and I mean every word! A few more days of using Dove oil care products and my face will look so handsome I can apply for the next model in the Dove ads! Woohoo!

My mom was super excited when the package arrived home. She was waiting for me to open it. I asked her why she did not open it herself.. And she said “there was nothing written like confidential….!”

So I’ll just end this short childy post (like me!) by saying- thank you for the gift hamper IndiBlogger!

Happy Birthday Thalaivaa!

2011-12-12T05:41:00.000+05:30

December 12 2011

வெள்ளை தாடி

வரண்ட கேசம்

உலர்ந்த சிரிப்பு

பற்றற்ற மனோநிலை

ஒரு சூப்பர் ஸ்டார் என்றால்

2200ல் கூட எவரும் நம்ப மாட்டார்கள்!

இனிய பிறந்தநாள் வாழ்த்துக்கள் தலைவா - பிரபு

A lesson to learn

2011-12-11T04:47:00.000+05:30

December 11 2011

Fumbling with my new camera

2011-12-10T04:33:00.000+05:30

December 10 2011

This is about the hidden photographer.

A waste that doesn't look like one.

Macro Shot.

Maybe.

I ll always love you, no matter how tough the times.

Enn.

♫

No its not THAT finger.

Looking like a Prince.

Let the light make you free. Let it be your savior.

God is the master of my soul...

2011-12-09T04:18:00.000+05:30

December 9 2011

First of all thank you to all my friends who kept dropping here to say hello and who kept in touch with me through emails. I have too much work at office and home and I feel tensed all the time thinking of unfinished work...Then I feel lazy to write too now...

I was not planning to write anything but cannot help after reading my friend's post. Many people believe in Bad Eye including our respected Pooja. This post is dedicated to all who make a mess of their life by believing such things...

I was sick 4 months back and my doc said I need to take medicines for lifelong. I was even thinking of quitting my business since I could not do justice to my profession. But then suddenly I felt, I cannot quit living the way I want. So along with medicines I started telling myself that I am perfectly fine...believe or not, my condition improved and I stopped medicines when the test results reached normal after 2 months.

Though my Doc said that I need to continue medicine in lower dose to retain my normal stage, I stopped taking it. Every month I took a test to make sure that I am okay...now it is nearly 4 1/2 months after all that and by Grace of God I am fine..

I do tests every 6 weeks now and so far no issues. My experience taught me that we can control our health issues and anything else if you have will power and belief on God. Many of my friends and even my partner have weight issues but for me none. The secret... however tasty the food is, I never over eat. Always stops when I feel that I can still have a few more handfuls.

My Mom and my partner too believe in all these superstitions. I tell them that if a person can make bad things happen to you by just wishing, what is God doing that time? God is here to protect us. When our belief in God is not strong we believe in such stuff. Good or bad ( ;) yeah...I am not so good sometimes... I always feel that God understands my action and will forgive and protect me...

My Fav Quote

I am the captain of my ship

God is the master of my soul...

mood swings...

2011-12-08T04:03:00.000+05:30

December 8 2011

. . . Prabhupepsi experiences mood swings, which includes periods of extreme low mood and elation or "high energy". Prabhupepsi has also experienced psychotic symptoms and dissociative episodes. Currently Prabhupepsi is reasonably well at the moment but does require ongoing support to motivate and encourage him to maintain and develop his recovery and prevent relapse . . . his sleep pattern is erratic . . . Prabhupepsi has become socially isolated . . . Prabhupepsi has little experience of positive relationships outside of contact . . . Prabhupepsi finds it difficult to organise daily household tasks and at times he struggles to carry out basic tasks . . . Prabhupepsi's support needs are around encouragement and support to complete household tasks and to get out and about in the community, also encouragement to work, eat and attend to his personal hygiene needs when he feels unwell.

The Afterwards

2011-12-07T03:57:00.000+05:30

December 7 2011

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.

Childhood Simplicity

2011-12-06T03:50:00.000+05:30

December 6 2011

Little Pranav, my friend's son, all of 4 years, attended his first sports day at school, where all the kids participated in various sports activities and regardless of their victory or loss, every child was awarded a medal as an appreciation of their participation. I was amused to know that Pranav refused to take off his medal, proud that he was of his achievement. He wore the medal the entire day and even went to sleep wearing it.

This took me back by about 24-25 years when I, a little boy at that time, had had a similar experience.

As kids, we valued such simple joys and were proud of our little achievements. Today, we are more materialistic and fail to find happiness in the simple joys of life. I miss those days!!

WOMEN - the sex that leaves me baffled !

2011-12-05T03:40:00.000+05:30

December 5 2011

Note: This is a sexist post and my heartiest apologies to those who do not see eye-to-eye on the subject. Well blogging is freedom of speech, no? Hence I shall use that freedom to the fullest !

I wish I could get to know women better. Understand their point of view, rip them down to plain flesh and see through them, to find out how they can make statements of undying love to one and then utter the very same, with the same conviction and the

same gazing intent to another?

How can they keep their hearts rekindled with the same passion and desire-like fire as though he's the only they intend to love, touch and hold for the rest of their lives - being fully aware of the fact that it is only a matter of time before the testosterone rush guides them to another who befits the mould of what they believe to be just perfect ! And then forget him too, for another who pleases the eye, tempts the heart, embarks upon and glorifies the horizons of their fantasy...

What I want Rite Now

2011-12-04T05:17:00.000+05:30

December 4 2011

1. More Money

2. To fit UK Jeans

3. To be able to actually talk to someone who actually cares about me and whom I actually care about

4. To be brave enough to face my fears

5. To pay this month car loan

6. To feel good about myself again

But see, I don’t deserve to get what I want. It’s easy to whine about what’s lacking in my life, but if I’m not going to do anything to change that, then it sure as hell ain't gonna happen.

What’s the point of this post? I’m not sure.

You’re free to lecture me, but don’t expect a response. because if scolding myself doesn't work,

What makes you think your words will have any impact?

Self Pride

2011-12-03T04:53:00.000+05:30

December 3 2011

I’m feeling quite chuffed at the moment.

I just found out that I won an award that’s given out yearly at work. It’s a real boost to my confidence and I’m really pleased to have this piece of good luck. (I say luck because there are better CCTV camera centers which were unrecognized in the past sadly because they were not nominated. silly, right?)

The real icing on the cake has to be the news that some of the camera prices will be getting low only for dealers, and I happen to be part of the lucky people. yes, how awesome is that?

I’m planning to pay off my car loan with this little bonus. if it’s not enough, I will wait for the year-end bonus then. I can’t wait to put up a status on facebook and twitter saying something like, "I’VE PAID MY LOAN DEBTS! ONE BURDEN LIFTED OFF MY SHOULDERS!" yes, I really don’t like the idea of being in debt. So much so that I’m hoping that the day I should finish my car loan I bought. but that dream remains very far away.

Rite now, I just want to bask in a little self pride, happiness and that feeling you get when you feel you’re getting too much money and you’re not really sure why.

I am back to being my chirpy self!:)

2011-12-02T01:06:00.000+05:30

December 2 2011

Finally, I got the time and energy.

Life in Tirupur is a roller coaster. I have literally been 'on-my-toes' since the day I landed here. But, it is not what I had imagined it to be. Sometimes, I feel it is much much better and sometimes I feel I shouldn't have taken the decision to relocate. I still am not at peace with myself, as there are n number of things disturbing my equilibrium.

There are moments when I am really really happy and moments when I am really really sad. Somehow, I have not been able to attain a balance between the extremes yet. Life is changing every single day. Maybe it is the 'Tirupur' factor or maybe, personally, I am at such a point in life. Or is it the quarter-life-crisis? I don't know, I really don't.

Happiness comes in splashes. I am happy when I see an invitation to marriage and the fact that I can plan to go (Every day, I received the invitation and got sad about not being able to attend), I am happy when I feel the cold winds, the temperature dripping. I am happy when I eat(anything and everything), I am so happy when I shop, I am happy for friends who have found love and for those too, who'll soon be entangled in wedlock. I am happy with the fact that I can catch a train, anytime I want and still it would not cost me 10K bucks. I am happy when I have mutton instead of chicken which sucked big time. I am happy that the weather keeps changing. I am happy that I am within easily approachable distance from near and dear ones. I am happy that Tirupur still rocks! I am happy that I took the decision to come back. I am happy that Tirupur is a second hometown for me. I am just plain happy.

But, letting go, has never been my cup of coffee and I always cling to people and things I love. This was supposed to be my world,and now that finally I have made it my own, I sometimes really miss the one which I have left behind. And then, I again need one of those splashes of happiness to bring me to the real life. Thankfully, someone or the other sprinkles those on me and I am back to being my chirpy self!:)

I do not make a good friend at all

2011-12-01T04:21:00.000+05:30

December 1 2011

I’m slowly losing the friends I took time to grow close to. some by my doing and some not. Some are leaving the country for good. Some are still around but I don’t feel the closeness to them anymore. Some I’ve totally cut off all ties with.

I have this awful way of cutting loose when I think I’m about to lose someone because I think it would hurt me less. I know in past experiences that this theory doesn't always hold true, but I still do it. Maybe because I also learnt in the past that trying to hold one to someone who’s already ‘gone’ in that sense hurts a lot. Maybe because of pride (there’s no maybe about this one, actually). Maybe because I don’t know how to appreciate friendship. Maybe because I hold my standards way too high.

I like the casual friendships I have at my office. when I'm working at my clients place fixing camera's, I made some good friends there but there was always a gap, be it age or academic/cultural background. At my office, I have friends my age, friends who love to read, friends who love to eat, and friends who are just plain friendly. I feel like I belong here and I couldn't be happier about the relationships I have at work. But of course I do want to feel close to someone, in both the romantic and platonic sense. I find myself gravitating to books, TV's, Movies and Dvd's because I lack these relationships that I crave. And I live my fantasy through my favorite stories via these mediums.

I suppose I could do less of that and go out more, meet new people, form new friendships, lower my standards, swallow my pride. But knowing me, I’ll find a way to screw up anything that shows a tiniest potential to be a beautiful friendship or a long-lasting romance.

I guess what I’m trying to tell myself is that I do not make a good friend at all.

A lesson tough enough

2011-11-30T00:38:00.000+05:30

November 30 2011

Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.
Prabhu, Life wont always be exactly the way you want it to be.

I thought it would be the best way to learn this lesson.

Picture Of The Month

2011-11-29T00:48:00.000+05:30

November 29 2011

Someone accompanying me!

2011-11-28T01:08:00.000+05:30

November 28 2011

Straying once again

In the fields,all alone.

Suddenly I saw

Someone accompanying me.

A distinct individual

With a soul as pure

As the morning breeze .

Following me

Through the passage

And through the rivers

Through the ups and the downs

Through the lows and the highs

Still unshakable by the tides of time.

Escorting me,

Pampering me,

Advicing me,

Yelling at me,

Loving me,

Caring for me,

Hurting me,

Consoling me.

Sometimes I wonder

If I am really alone

Or being followed

Everytime,everywhere

By the someone called 'Thoughts'.

To give me company

Quietly but evidently.

Today, tomorrow and maybe forever

Like an old friend

Like a mentor

Like a wellwisher.

Like a lonely island

In the Sea of Life.

Oh Its Sunday!

2011-11-27T00:13:00.000+05:30

November 27 2011

12:00 - It is too early to get up...Today's a Sunday!

13:00 - Oh, I just realised I am not on a hunger strike, I should get up to EAT!

13:15 - Poori comes to rescue!

13:30 - Oh, I should sleep again. Sunday comes only once in a week :(

13:30 - This kind of a phone call

13:45 - Oh its a wrong no

14:00 - Oh damn...why can't I sleep now?

14:30 - Lost in dreams again.

14:45 - Solving the mystery 'why the hell milk rate is increased'

15:00 - You're still sleeping, Get up and get ready fast.

15:01 - Ummmmm, Let me sleep

16:00 - Everyone asleep.

17:05 - Pushed out of bed, Sheets thrown aside.

17:15 - Rushed to take a quick bath.

17:30 - There is nothing better than a shower on a hot, lazy, Sunday afternoon.

17:40 - Its a myth that boys take hours to get up and bath, it took me just a few minutes, And I am ready for the show!

17:45 - Off we go for the most exciting sport of all times - Shoping! :D

18:00 - Reached.

18:02 - Do I really need this coolers, Oh yes I do...Oh no, I don't. It is
such a tough decision...God, help me.

18:05 - It is not too expensive, so I definitely need it. End of Discussion.

18:30 - Shirt Blue, Black,Green.Thats all.

18:50 - Oh Still there are a lot of shops left that I have to check out, and I am hungry already. Lets just have some Chat first and then continue with our mission.

19:00 - Make it spicy...We like it that way!

19:15 - Lets check out the place across the street...I just realised I need a glass of vodka.

20:00 - Tasmac! Oh this place is great! I'll take two. Afterall, we don't know when would we come here again.

20:15 - I guess we're done for today. Lets just go home now.

20:20 - Hey did you see that shoe on the store...Lets go in and have a quick look.

20:30 - I never thought I would end up buying 2 shoes in just 10 minutes. We're coming back next weekend for sure!

20:35 - Lets search for a decent place to have some food.

20:38 - Oh I know a place that serves amazing karaikudi dishes nearby...We're going there.

20:45 - Hmmm...the service is fast...And the food is yummmm.

21:00 - Here comes the bill.

21:01 - Anyone for dessert? There is a famous ice-cream parlour that is 5 mins walk from here.

21:10 - I've been here..this place is just too good for words...Try for yourself and for once, forget about the calories;)

21:30 - Lets go home...Tommorow is Monday.Sob Sob :'(

Its is going to hurt little bit :-(

2011-11-26T00:52:00.000+05:30

November 26 2011

Null.

Non existant.

Nothing at all.

Unknown,Indefinite.

Who could better understand the meaning of those words than him? 'No' one actually. Even then he tried explaining it to someone he considered really close. Anxiety overtook him. Every other emotion inside him was on the verge of end. He knew it and really hated to accept it. But that was what the truth was.

To him, Null seemed like his mirror image. He thought it was the only perfect word which could describe him in every way. In real sense...he was Null and Null was him.

Every day, he thought the next time would hurt less. He would then be 'used to' the wounds and hence the effect and pain they cause would eventually diminish. Slowly, the agony would vanish and the ache would disappear from his wounds, he believed.

But that never happened. The abrasions never halted. And each new injury added to his soreness. The wounds were of a similar kind, and the notion that he had failed to understand how to deal with them left broken from inside. Failure after failure, and he could do nothing but to learn to accept them. By now, people thought(and he thought) that he should have learnt to accept them wholeheartedly and maybe with a smile.

Day after day, he used to gather hid busted pieces and put them together, to prepare himself for the next injury. Her healing touch made him feel better every time and gave him hope and the will to live. But now, he felt the hope was fading away fast.

Bitter thoughts accompanied him the whole day. Now he thought he was the source of all the turmoil in lives of people close to him. They were sad because he was sad. Yet he couldn't help.

There was no happy ending...still he is suffering and I cant think of any conclusion to his agonies.

Don't shed tears!

2011-11-25T00:06:00.000+05:30

November 25 2011

Circumstances change, people change and you change.But ,what if you start missing terribly,the 'old' you and the set of people that made you what you were, sometime back?

Someday,you get up and realise that those people who constructed your past, are now, just a small part of your present. Suddenly, you realise that everyone around you right now, are the people who are constructing your present. And you hate them all? They don't value you and maybe that's why even you don't value them.

Another set of people,are those who were a part of your past, and are much more a part of your present. But, they have changed more than you could ever imagine. They are the same people and you love them like earlier, but there is something different now. And that something,you are unable to understand. You are unable to figure it out after days of brainstorming. At the end, you are helpless and accept them the way they are now, for the fear of letting them go takes over. You are helpless and hurt, and more than confused, You can't figure out what went wrong... And the confusion continues till you move ahead in life, leaving such people behind. For now,you seem to be alone. Life is not exactly what you had imagined it to be. People change faster than climate changes now a days.

Prabhu, stop expecting from people around you. And face the reality they are showing you every now and then, You don't matter to them. For God's sake, stop believing that you do. It is not the way it used to be, no one is there to listen. Don't shed tears, they are hardly noticed.

My so called Life!

2011-11-24T01:19:00.000+05:30

November 24 2011

My life officially sucks, at the moment. I am sad. A bit too sad. I was let down by someone very close to me. Things are not fine,even at the work front. And, I realized that someone was lying to me big time. Nothing cheers me up. It is just one gloomy day after another.I live alone.

Suddenly, all the friends seem to have vanished. Everyone is busy getting married or having kids or relocating down south. There were times when I used to think that coming back to Tirupur would be the best thing that could ever happen to me. But, sad to say, that I was wrong. Really wrong. I 've a big problem, with everything and everyone around me. I don't usually talk nicely to people now a days. I am cranky all the time. Just like a volcano waiting to erupt. Filled up to the brim and waiting to let lose.

I am paying a huge rent, for this just okay,kind of apartment. The neighbors are a pain in the ass. I want to hunt another apartment, but have no time for that.

Forget about the nights, my days are turning dark. Shopping provides no solace. It is just the visa bills that are getting bigger. Bigger, is not better. Vodka's are a temporary remedy. Friends - they come and go.There is just one thing that still makes me feel better - Sleep. The only remedy. But as soon as I wake up from one of the dreams, reality bites me hard in the face. As everyone says, Reality continues to ruin my life.

With all that, and much more pain inside me, I have to attend two weddings, of people closest to me, and put a brave front by smiling all through. Sometimes, my own sadness overshadows the fact that I am really happy for other people. And then guilt takes over. I haven't even started shopping for the weddings, like my old self. I just don't feel like it.

I am still trying to adjust in a (relatively) small company environment although it has been half a month I since I joined. Everyday, the itch to switch, is getting worse. But again, I just don't have enough time or energy to do something about it. In a place as unsafe as Pollachi, I return home after 9 p.m., every single day and that too,to an empty apartment which haunts me like anything. I am working 12 hours a day,with my assistants and demanding clients, in a crappy project that wouldn't end for another 2 months.

P.S: In case you are thinking of calling me after reading this, DON'T MAKE THAT CALL. JUST DON'T. Sympathies or Pravachans are not welcome anymore. Comments are okay, as they might make me feel better.

Heart paths

2011-11-23T01:07:00.000+05:30

November 23 2011

I want to write about mysteries.

I want to write about the forces I perceive in the universe.

I have always felt I had a destiny.

Now I wonder if I am to be a prophet.

I have only loved and it's not a sin!

2011-11-22T00:52:00.000+05:30

November 22 2011

Lost and broken, I was.

On that horrible and suffocating night,

I had decided to end up all my aches and worthless fight.

Sinking in tears, wishing to die.

Craving for a shoulder and a hug to feel home and cry.

I had met her before but I didn't know,

I had already sown seeds of love in her heart to grow.

She did care but I didn't notice.

While talking to her, I actually found peace.

Tears stopped and slowly the pain was going.

I fell asleep with neither bitterness nor cursing.

Next morning, I was in solace.

No more tears, no more aches.

We both were giggling and smiling like two little kids.

No one was being fake or hypocrite.

Innocence and love started growing more,

Neither of our hearts were sore.

she was knowing that I was falling for her.

I wasn't scared anymore to say, "I love you Reks"

Keeping my feelings only to me.

Denied everything that she wanted me to see.

At the end, I lost and love won.

Despite the distance, she feels that I am the only one.

she is a princess and I am one among st the ordinary guys,

she is so perfect that every pretty face twirls.

I have only loved and it's not a sin.

Give me all your sufferings

2011-11-21T03:39:00.001+05:30

November 21 2011

Money

It can buy a house But not a home

It can buy a clock But not time

It can buy you a position But not respect

It can buy you a bed But not sleep

It can buy you a book But not knowledge

It can buy you medicine But not health

It can buy you blood But not life

So you see money isn't everything And it often causes pain and suffering. I tell you this because I am your friend And as your friend I want to Take away your pain and suffering!!

So Send me all your money

And I will suffer for you!

Credit Cards and Debit Cards will not be Accepted!!

only CASH please.

WHY A STUDENT FAILS ?

2011-11-20T02:51:00.000+05:30

November 20 2011

It's not the fault of the student if he/she fails, because the year has ONLY 365' days.

Typical academic year for a student.

Sundays-52,Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest.

Days left 313.

Summer holidays-50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study.

Days left 263.

8 hours daily sleep-means 130 days.

Days left 141.

1 hour for daily playing-(good for health) means 15 days.

Days left 126.

2 hours daily for food & other delicacies(chew properly & eat)-means 30days.

Days left 96.

1 hour for talking (man is a social animal)-means 15 days !

Days left 81.

Exam days per year atleast 35 days.

Days left 46.

Quarterly, Half yearly and festival (holidays)-40 days.

Balance 6 days.

For sickness atleast 3 days.

Remaining days 3.

Movies and functions atleast 2 days.

1 day left.

That 1 day is your birthday. "How can you study at that day?"

Balance days 0

"How can a student PASS???

Me, My Team & My Clients

2011-11-19T00:32:00.000+05:30

November 19 2011

1) My Clients are a Person who thinks nine women can deliver a baby in One month.

2) I am a Person who thinks it will take 18 months to deliver a Baby.

3) My Distributor is one who thinks single woman can deliver nine babies in one month.

4) My Assistance are the one who doesn't know why he wants a baby.

5) My Marketing Manager is a person who thinks he can deliver a baby even if no man and woman are available.

And lastly……………..

6) My Auditor is the person who is never happy with the PROCESS to produce a baby.

Gaptun Arivu!

2011-11-18T00:10:00.000+05:30

November 18 2011

33 Ways To Prove You Are INDIAN

2011-11-17T23:52:00.000+05:30

November 17 2011

1. Everything you eat is savored in garlic, onion and tomatoes.

2. You try and reuse gift wrappers, gift boxes, and of course aluminium foil.

3. You are Always standing next to the two largest size suitcases at the Airport.

4. You arrive one or two hours late to a party - and think it's normal.

5. You peel the stamps off letters that the Postal Service missed to stamp.

6. You recycle Wedding Gifts, Birthday Gifts and Anniversary Gifts.

7. You name your children! in rhythms (example, Sita & Gita, Ram & Shyam, Kamini & Shamini.)

8. All your children have pet names, which sound nowhere close to their real names.

9. You take Indian snacks anywhere it says 'No Food Allowed' ..

10. You talk for an hour at the front door when leaving someone's house.

11. You load up the family car with as many people as possible.

12. You use plastic to cover anything new in your house whether it's the remote control, VCR, carpet or new couch.

13. Your parents tell you not to care what your friends think, but they won't let you do certain things because of what the other 'Uncles and Aunties' will think..

14. You buy and display crockery, which is never used, as it is for special occasions,which never happen.

15. You have a vinyl tablecloth on your kitchen table.

16. You use grocery bags to hold garbage.

17. You keep leftover food in your fridge in as many numbers of bowls as possible.

18. Your kitchen shelf is full of jars, varieties of bowls and plastic utensils (got free with purchase of other stuff )

19. You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (and travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes).

20. You own a rice cooker or a pressure cooker.

21. You fight over who pays the dinner bill.

22. You live with your parents and you are 40 years old. (And they prefer it that way).

23. You never learn how to stand in a queue.

24. You can only travel if there are 5 persons at least to see you off or receive you whether you are traveling by bus, train or plane.

25. If she is NOT your daughter, you always take interest in knowing whose daughter has run with whose son and feel proud to spread it at the velocity of more than the speed of light.

26. Your wedding gifts are mostly in cash with a one rupee coin added to the note in a cover.

27. If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.

28. You call an older person you never met before Uncle orAunty.

29. When your parents meet strangers and talk for a few minutes,you discover you're talking to a distant cousin.

30. Your parents don't realize phone connections ! to foreign countries have improved in the last two decades, and still scream at the top of their lungs when making foreign calls.

31. You have bed sheets on your sofas so as to keep them from getting dirty.

32. It's embarrassing if your wedding has less than 600 people.

33.. You have drinking glasses made of steel.

Lost like...

2011-11-16T00:56:00.000+05:30

November 16 2011

I just lost all the photographs that I had captured on my Blackberry till date photographs. All of them Lost People, Places, Occasions, Scenes, Memories, Moments, All lost.

I just had one back-up, in my head. I should have kept another physical back-up?! Should have! Could have! Would have! Bah haaa.

This post is in honor of all those lost photographs that will never be seen again. Hence, the no photo blog post. For the very first f***ing time - no photos on my blog post. Sadness!. There were so many of them that I wanted to put up over here. I was even thinking of making a Facebook album. What do I make an album with now.

I recently discovered that I have a flair with capturing meaningful moments. I loved my photos.

I didn't use to make people pose and do a smile please.

I didn't use to fiddle with the camera settings to get cool effects.

I didn't use to take a photo with the intention of taking it, the moment would just come and I would click the damn photograph. I like taking photos. And I like looking at them.

What do I look at now?.

All those photographs.

I just realized. This very moment.

My photographs are like poetry.

They might mean something to me. On the flip-side, you might perceive them differently.

Each of them Most of them had some deep meaning.

Now all meaning, lost.

Lost like the tears I shed when she was gone

Lost like when I looked at Her, lost his frown.

Lost like the evening Sun loses to the Moon

Lost like I wish I could lose this grief soon.

It's not like I have lost people. Or even physical possessions.

I lost digital photographs.

Still. Loss is loss.

Lesson learnt :

Don't delay things. If you think you should do something then just do it man. Don't wait for next fucking month.

Back-up for f***'s sake.

PS - Pray to your respective Gods that the photographs come back miraculously or the phone guy miraculously returns them somehow. Some-f***ing-how.

PPS - Saw what I did with the title of the post? Huh huh huh?

No Country for Old Men - No Photo for Blog Man, i.e. clever wordplay.

I'm too smart for my own good.

Where I was?

2011-11-15T00:15:00.000+05:30

November 15 2011

Buried in clients office which work weighed more than me, not caring about what the hell was happening around in the world,

Not caring if Kanimozhi will get bail,

Not caring if Poonam Pandey would finally strip on her rumored visit to bigg boss house,

Not caring if Terror 'aaooo' Romeo still existed,

Not caring if I was losing followers just because I didn't blog anymore,

Not caring to the texts that were being forwarded that said I was dead,

Not caring if Facebook banned me due to no usage.

Oh wait Facebook doesn't do that. It doesn't even delete your account when you ask it to. It always give you an option to reactivate. Hence, sentenced to life.

Umm where was I ?

So lost in going home, striving to make a future for myself ,I didn't bath for 2 days.

Technically 1day 2 hours 24minutes.

Happy Children's Day

2011-11-14T00:36:00.000+05:30

November 14 2011

Can you see this kid. His name is Rajiv (Name Changed). He is 5 years old. He loves to go to school too. But he has never gone to school in his life. Reason~ Poverty. His parents find it difficult to meet both ends meet and many a days, he does not even have one meal per day, the whole family has been content by drinking just water on many occasions. He says that he wants to become a Pilot and fly air-planes. One might laugh at him when he says those words. But he says those words with such confidence. There are thousands of Rajiv's in the country and all of them have dreams. As of now, their dreams appear to be unrealistic. But you and I can make their dreams come true.

Help A Child of India is an NGO that caters to the needs of Children living in poverty. It just takes Rs500/- per month to sponsor one child's education. You and I who have got all the privileges, can extend our helping hands to the under-privileged. If you think, that you can make a difference in the lives of Children like Rajiv, just click the above picture and start sponsoring.

Let us put a smile on the faces of those in need.

I would suggest you not to read this if you expect something meaningful.

2011-11-13T01:55:00.000+05:30

November 13 2011

Just like the title this post makes no sense.

No even to me. Just like my brain, it is a cluster fuck of all the thoughts that are spiraling my brain right now.

And though it surprises me every time, I yet again write just to clear off my mind, because somehow magically whatever once written by me gets automatically deleted almost permanently from my brain. So end line : Reading/commenting is upon personal discretion.

Things in my head dont make sense. Its like all train of thoughts clashing at the same intersection with me standing in the exact center.

Procrastination at its peak. I usually ponder over the fact how I have been an idol ‘Procrastinator’ all my life but never knowing until recently what it was called. I usually heard people say this word, and all I could think of was ‘Show off people’ and nod like I very well knew what the whole discussion was about.

Have you ever felt really stupid about your self, only stupid being an absolute understatement? Like every important decision, decisions that could change your life are wrong. Like a sudden psychic feeling that everything you opted for is going to end up as a regret. I have Or better, the phase is still on.

You speak cool, you write, people talk to you and you feel at the top of the world. You suddenly regret not being here sooner. You think you belong here. But this is just an illusion. Your virtual self may be the coolest thing around. People might actually look forward to everything you write, but deep inside you know you don't have a life. If you go out in the real world, there is nowhere that you stand. Because the real life decisions that you take are far off being right, let alone being perfect.

Caring for your family or having an enviable career?

Earning respect in society or following your interest?

What should would you choose?

In the first place should these over-extensive-thought-needed issues cross your mind when you are at 31?

You tell yourself this isn't the end of the world. It wont be, even if you fail. Though it would be if you never try. Do you want to be a coward? The one who never tried? Which regret would be better? The regret of Making the wrong choice? or the regret of never knowing since you never tried?

P.S: Donot tell me that the spelling of pyscic is wrong. I know I wrote it wrong again. My spell check tells me that too. I didn't listen to her, what makes you think I would to you? I wont backspace and correct. Life isn't about backspaces and erasers it is all about writing with a pen. (And yes I know that the spellchecker is a female. Because they just cant mind their own fucking business.)

P.P.S: If you manged to make any sense out of it : GOOD. If not : Care not to comment.

Three thirty in the morning with hair that looks messy, Eyes that look like somebody just boiled them and mouth that stinks more than a buffalo's sty would, I didn't write this to hear someone saying I shouldn't. This was much needed.

I speak bullshito @ Nighto's .

2011-11-12T02:04:00.000+05:30

November 12 2011

Life's complicated.

Well not life I d rather say circumstances. Oh wait news update from the brain its not circumstances either. Its people. I cannot understand people. I just cannot understand people. Period. Well its so difficult to understand your own self let alone another human being. At one moment I want this, on another I want that . When asked I ll opt for this only regretting it seconds later and being too egoistic to accept.

Girls please don't throw stones at me but let's just accept 50% of the guys are plain stupid, even 90% of the girls too but right now let's just not deviate !

Yes girls can't drive, they can't take a joke, they can't clearly say what they want, they always want to be a princess expect over-politeness from everybody and then fighting against not being treated equally as a guy. If you want to be treated equal, first consider yourself equal. Don't be like 'don't you know how to behave with a girl?' And then I am equal . If you are equal why the hell do one has to behave specially with you?

I may be completely wrong making an ass of myself, but its 2a.m, I am on a fighting spree, my brain is burnt, I am high on caffeine and I DON'T CARE A DAMN.

"Life has changed a lot"......... isn't it.....???

2011-11-11T00:38:00.000+05:30

November 11 2011

I want to go back to the time........

when "innocence" was "Natural"....

when "getting high" meant "one swing"....

when "drinking" meant "Rasna"....

when "dad" was the only "hero"....

when "love" was "Mom's hug"....

when "Dad's shoulder" was "the highest place on earth"....

when my "worst enemy" were "cousin saravnan"....

when the only thing that could "Hurt" were "bleeding knees"...

when the only thing "broken" were "toys"....

and....

when "good bye" only meant "till tomorrow"....

"Life has changed a lot"......... isn't it.....???

Lazy

2011-11-10T00:27:00.000+05:30

November 10 2011

With the advancement of technology man is becoming lazier and lazier everyday. There was a time when I used to come home from school, take a bath, change my clothes and go out to play cricket with my friends. I used to be brisk and hyper active. But these days , the story has changed. I come home and land in the couch and reach for the remote control and just lie there and watch TV till dinner time. Most of the time I wouldn't even remove my socks.

Even when I use the laptop, I used to lie down on the bed and write blog posts. Then one day I saw that a man died because of using laptops in bed. Then I stopped using lap tops in bed. But still I am lazy. Every payment transaction is done online these days. Yes it saves time. It also makes us lazy. We don't have to stand in queues in banks and we don't have to stand in queue to pay electricity bills.

There are lazy people in each and every field. In Cricket, the laziest batsman I have ever seen is Inzamam Ul Haq. How many times we would have seen him running himself out. It all started with the famous Flying Johnty dismissal. Then it became an every day affair with Inzamam.

How can we forget Arjuna Ranatunga, who had great difficulty in running between the wickets. He invented the walking between the wicket syndrome.

If Inzy and Ranatunga are alow runners between the wickets, Chanderpaul is a slow stander in front of the wicket. His stance is as though he has just recovered from a piles operation. He stretches his legs so wide and one whole family can sit between his legs and finish dinner while he bats.

My European friend Steve is so lazy to stand and pee. Hence he has placed a chair in his loo. He performs the Volcano by sitting in his chair.

I am very lazy to complete this post. Right now I am so lazy like the guy who designed the Japanese flag.

(The last Japanese flag joke was uttered by my friend Shalomie.)

Have you come across any Lazy people in your life? Tell us about them.

Route Recalculation

2011-11-09T00:18:00.000+05:30

November 9 2011

She is the guardian angel who guides me through main and off roads..she leads me not into wrong routes , and delivers me from radars… she shows me through green pastures of the shortest road…she is none other than my lady gadget, the GPS.

When I have absolutely no idea or even a sense of direction about the place I want to go, she comes to my rescue. ‘After 400 meters, keep right’..’Follow the course of the road for 8 kilometers’ ..’Observe speed limit’…’At the roundabout take the third exit’..says she, and when I err, she forgives me by saying , ‘Route recalculation’ and routes me back on track.

Cause of U GPS everything is just fine!

Indian Oil Corporation Limited

2011-11-08T01:28:00.000+05:30

November 8 2011

We have the responsibility to reach this to the maximum people.
Share it to all and raise your voice against Fuel price Hike.

Memories

2011-11-07T01:31:00.000+05:30

November 7 2011

They say nothing is forever. But I say memories are!

Those who Born in 80's

2011-11-06T01:23:00.000+05:30

November 6

Bodhi Dharma

2011-11-05T00:59:00.000+05:30

November 5 2011

Bodhi Dharma(போதிதர்மன்) also known, Da Mo, Bodhitara, P’u-t’i Ta-mo, Ta-mo, Bodai Daruma, and Daruma was born in Kanchi in the Southern Indian kingdom (today’s Tamil Nadu State ) of Pallava around year 440. Bodhi Dharma was the youngest of three brothers in the royal family of the southern Indian kingdom of Pallava king Sugandan. His father, the king Sugandan, also known as Simhavarman was a devoted Buddhist and managed state affairs according to the Buddha’s teachings. At birth Bodhi Dharma was born with a breathing disorder. He was adopted and trained at birth in breathing exercises and combat, namely in the arts of Dravidian warfare arts of Southern India and self-defense techniques such Kuttu Varisai and Pidi Varesai (Punches Series- hand to hand combat with animal styles and locking techniques Similar to Kung Fu and Karate), Malyutham (grappling), Varma Kalai (Secret or Vital Art, Pressure point attacks, In healing and Self-defense similar to Tai Chi or Dim Mak), Silambam (staff fighting), Eretthai or Saydekuche (double stick fighting), Madhu or Madi (deer horn weapon fighting), Surul Pattai or Surul wall (steel blade whip), Val Vitchi (single sword), and Eretthai Val (double short sword) fighting. Bodhidarma also studied Dhyana Buddhism and became the 28th patriarch of that religion.

For more details Check: http://tamilvaralaru.wordpress.com/2011/11/08/bodhidharma/

Bill Gates Product!!!

2011-11-04T00:55:00.000+05:30

November 4 2011

The Best Product from MICROSOFT:

Windows 98......No!!!

Microsoft office..No!!!

Windows XP......No!!!

Windows Vista...No!!!

Windows 7.........No!!!
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Its Bill Gates Product!!!
Bill Gates Daughter :-)

It All Adds Up Of A, B, C, S and P's

2011-11-03T19:05:00.000+05:30

November 3 2011

There are three kinds of people; those who can count and those who cannot. No points for guessing that I belong to the second category.

And I thought my misery was over after school. No mathematics. No tension. But the A’s have come to haunt me again after decades of peace. As a child, I was most anxious about my mathematics grades. Being realistic, I never hoped for an A+ but a decent B+ was always a face saver.

I agree that it is idiotic to compare a nation’s report card with that of a child, but the comparisons are compelling. The downgrade of US economy from an AAA on long term debt to an AA+ has taken me down the memory lane. To add to my agony the ratings agency, Standard and Poor’s sounds like my strict math teacher Sister Prasanna Thattil. Anything below a B+ warranted a piercing stern look, “You need to work hard, my child.” And anything below C was a clear signal for an ominous parent-teacher meeting. In school a mathematics downgrade, meant work harder. Interestingly for the US too, it essentially means work harder - less spending and more earning.

Not many would be aware of the musical group, ‘Blood Sweat Tears’ which popularized a phrase, ‘what goes up, must come down’ in their hit song Spinning Wheel. Yes, it must and it does. Poor Obama, his fiftieth birthday made history. In one stroke Standard & Poor’s stripped Amrika of a seventy year old exalted AAA status. Obama’s optimistic ‘Yes we can’ has become ‘Yes we might’.

To be fair to the US I would love to know the accountability of these rating agencies like S&P, Moody’s and Fitch etc. I mean with weird names like Moody’s, how the hell does one trust their ratings? Yankees, please do not take offence, but it is a fact that average intelligence levels of Americans has arguably been B+, but as providence would have it, they have enjoyed AAA; life and ratings both. Regardless of being poor mathematicians, every equation in their life added up brilliantly! So far!

You have to hand it to the Americans who are bravely trying to laugh off the downgrade blues. The comic chat show host, Jay Leno quipped, “This is how bad our credit is now. President Obama just asked China for another loan and they won’t give it to him unless his mother-in-law co-signs.”

Coming back to my struggle with numbers a research says that math ability is inborn – either you have it or you don’t. Thank you researchers for easing the load of guilt I carried for years. But any downgrade hurts. The latest one of the United States has already caused me a substantial loss on the stock market. I hate this. Why should their follies and their report card affect my life? A sneezes, B catches cold, C lands in the hospital, and D almost dangles between life and death. We are one big family where economics is concerned.

At the end of the day it is the ordinary people who have to pay back the huge debts some governments picked up. All of us have to collectively pull our socks to survive or Sister Prasanna Thattil might give us a good spanking for the downgrades.

Dear Mr Advani

2011-11-02T18:47:00.000+05:30

November 2 2011

Dear Mr Advani,

I thought I should congratulate you for undertaking a 7600km long arduous Jan Chetna Yatra at the ripe old age of 83. Or is it 85? Whatever!

But Mr Advani why do you think that my chetna is dead and you need to awaken it by your motorized circus? FYI, I am alive, aware and informed regarding the ills plaguing this nation. I struggle with them on a daily basis.

How I wish I could own one of your air-conditioned raths. Heard you have many. Since one got damaged, you ordered a new one. But who pay, is providing you with these high-tech chariots? And diesel? Oh, I forgot that Yeddy and Reddy have amassed enough to pay for your diesel bills.

You are lucky since no one is asking uncomfortable questions regarding BJP, because Anna is with you.

Mr Advani, why did you start this yatra from Chapra, the birth place of Jai Prakash Narayan? Was it political symbolism or political tokenism? Honestly dude, it doesn’t matter. Today’s youth cares a damn for both. How difficult is it for you and your freaking dinosaur brigade to comprehend the fact that archaic symbolism is dead for us? And while others are debating, your protégé Uma behen Bharti has already endorsed your name as the future PM.

Honestly, tell me Advani ji. Do you really wish to be the PM? The other day I saw you on TV saying, “I do not wish to be the PM, but if the party so decides, I will abide by the party.” You know Advani ji when you say that you remind me of any B grade Bollywood actress who harps on the cliché and says, “I will strip only if the role demands.”

And what is with this fetish for garlands and headgears? Perhaps because Modi got several headgears during his sadbhavna farce, you thought why not me? What do you do with all the fancy headgears? Forget all that, tell me why were your party men caught distributing cash to journalists in MP? Such desperation? You thought you wont get a positive coverage, hai na?

Finally tell me if you are not awakening my chetna and you don’t wish to be the PM then why the ‘rath circus’? Why not sit in a room with your arch rivals and work on a few legislation's which will benefit the nation.

But why am I even writing this letter. You won’t get it, will you? You just got inspired by Anna and Modi and wanted to do something. Another fast would be juvenile. So another yatra. Aren’t you trying too hard to get noticed? As your well wisher; let me tell you that your yatra is much doo- doo about nothing. If anything, it is a colossal waste of time, money, energy and diesel. And it ain't taking you anywhere near PMs car. Modi and Rahul will make sure of that.

Truthfully yours

Priorities in Life!

2011-11-01T23:27:00.000+05:30

November 1 2011

Coming to think of it, what exactly are one's priorities in life? The answer varies from person to person and is in most cases a bit too vague.We as humans, tend to change our priorities based on the difference in situations and time. But some of us like me, unfortunately, can not do so. I really wish I could. Having kept my relationship at the top-most of my priority list, I now understand the drawbacks. The foremost being "concentration." Once you lack concentration, the rest seems a haze, doesn't it ?

File Corrupt

2011-10-31T00:49:00.000+05:30

October 31 2011

Each death is a file corrupt

Each file holds valuable data

Each death takes with the person

Data accumulated through a life time

Temp files are with short lifespan

Some people are like that too

Sometimes a file and a person

Are removed cruelly with a single stroke

Some files are cherished

The whole system depends on them

Some people are so important

Their demise bring empires crashing down

Much needed files and people

Their disappearance from our life

Plays havoc with our memories

Making us think where we went wrong

We try sometimes in vain

To retrieve / revive through various means

Sometimes we succeed fully

Other times partially

Wish there are numerous backups

For both files and people

So I could bring back all

The ……………..

Files I miss and the dear ones.

I Feel The Pain

2011-10-30T00:39:00.000+05:30

October 30 2011

I see your smile in my dreams

It hurts and it doesn't help at all

I want you in my life more than anything

I wanted to protect you forever from your failures

I still remember the first time I saw you

There was something so different about you

Your friendship was something I wanted to get

That smile when you said hi to me was so new

Out of no where you send me an email

I wanted to sit next to you and talk forever

You were so new, so crazy and unknown

I just knew that our friendship would never sever

Just few months and we are barely holding it together

I don’t know how and where I went wrong

I never wanted you out of my life

It looks gloomy without you around

I tried my best to work it out

It didn't work out of course and we knew each one is trying

We couldn’t even make one evening together

It shouldn't end this way but it did..

I miss you and everything you were to me

Years from now we will look back on it all

We will be older and finally be able to see

That true love will stand the test of time and never fail…

# This is from an old autograph book...I was going through it last day and just felt like publishing it ... since the last paragraph proved right....

Honest - Once again!

2011-10-29T09:27:00.000+05:30

October 29 2011

This is my third post in sequel, with the title “Smile”. These posts capture some of the simple yet humble gestures of people around me, making the moment a pleasant one.

It had been more than a couple of years I hadn't taken my mom out. Coimbatore is the place we often visit on those days. She is very much fond of the tasty, crispy Masala Dosa’s at the very popular food joint, Annapoorna. Today I had a chance to take her out to her favorite hang-out.

Annapoorna, which is also popularly known as dose camp, is always crowded. One has to wait for ten to fifteen minutes to savor the delicious food. This eatery is always buzzing with people of all ages & culture, young & old. Today, while waiting for my order to be served, I saw a beautiful girl. She was very charmingly clad in a stunning green silk saree. She was dressed to perfection. Her cute eyes were so attractive. Her lips wore a red gloss which elegantly matched the border color of her saree. She looked so gorgeous.

She was waiting for her take away order to be served, which took quite more time than usual, since the queue was longer. As the moments passed by, I noticed another woman walking up to her & without conversing a word, helped that gorgeous lady to set her pallu in a right way. Later I realized that the strap of her inner wear was slightly visible near her shoulder back. The lady, with a smile, whispered thank you to the one who helped her.

I noticed two great qualities in that woman. One was her respect towards other females. I am pretty sure there were many other women who might have noticed it, but did not have the courage to set it right. The other was her humble way of expression. She made it look so simple that the gorgeous lady did not feel embarrassed in front of others. Just great!

Smile is indeed a beautiful gesture.

Stranger or Friend...???!!!

2011-10-28T23:25:00.000+05:30

October 28 2011

I have always been a good friend. At least I would like to believe that I am a good friend. My friends agree that I am a good friend, but then may be I am one because of them. I am one who keeps in touch with friends. I am the agony boy to my friends. I am the 3 a.m. friend. So I am a good friend to my friends! But can I be a good friend to a stranger?? Would I care about someone I don't know?? Would I lose my mind over some stranger's problems?? That, I am not so sure....then, am I still a good friend??

A few months back, I came across someone in this virtual world, someone who was a complete stranger to me, someone who I have never met face-to-face ever in my life....or may be I have....because, the way this girl motivates me, loves me, cares for me, I feel this person is known to me. This person reads my mind better than most of my best friends. This girl motivates and encourages me like no one do. How can a stranger be so close to me without ever having met me? Or is this my guiding angel?? I do not want to know the identify of this friend...because the anonymity is more appealing. But I truly am really happy and lucky to have such a friend in my life. Thanks Friend for enriching my life!

Forgiveness is my revenge!

2011-10-27T23:16:00.000+05:30

October 27 2011

We all come across some people in life who we don't gel with. May be they have hurt our feelings through word or deed. May be they have hurt us so much that we do not want to ever have anything to do with them. May be we do not even want to look at their faces anymore!! I too have faced such situations in life when someone very dear to me, someone who I looked up to, hurt me and saddened me when I should have been the happiest. He/she betrayed my trust when I most needed them. I had decided that I am never going to forgive that person, never going to meet that person, but it does not help matters when we move in common circles. Invariably we are going to bump into each other and the only way to avoid each other is to look the other way. But does it help?? That is when my Amma taught me an important lesson in life. She told me that by feeling hurt and angry with someone, I am hurting myself. Every time I think about that betrayal, I am hurting from within. I am hurting myself. I am losing my peace of mind, but does it affect the betrayer? No!! In fact, the more I hurt from within, the more I am letting the demons win. I am letting the one incident hurt me time and again. I am the one who is losing. So what do I do about it? She told me, forgive your betrayer. FORGIVE??????? Am I hearing it right?? Forgive my betrayer after all that he/she has done to me?? No I can never do it!! I am not a saint! She only smiled that knowing smile.....

Later when I reflected over what she said, I realized she was right! By thinking about the betrayal and the betrayer, I am letting him/her hurt me again and again. By hurting again and again, I am only letting the perpetrator win. Why should I avoid seeing eye-to-eye or phone to phone with that person? Only a person who is wrong fails to meet the eye or to talk. If I know I am in the right, then why should I not meet his/her eyes?? So I decided to take the bull by its horns. I realized that I will stop thinking about the betrayal only if I let it go, and I can let it go only if I forgive that person. It is not easy to forgive someone who has hurt you deeply, but it is easier to take a stand in life and say "I will not let you hurt me again".

Following this important lesson, today after many years, I have realized that I am in a happy space, a space where it is easier for me to confront the person who has hurt me, meet the person with a smile on my face, a smile that hurts the betrayer, a smile that makes my betrayer squirm, a smile that takes me away from all the hurt....Today, I have moved past that incident and my betrayer affects me no more....

I am no saint. In fact, I am still a short-tempered person, but I have learnt one important lesson in life....that forgiveness is my only revenge.

Happy Diwali

2011-10-26T02:27:00.003+05:30

October 26 2011

Curiosity!

2011-10-25T01:56:00.000+05:30

October 25 2011

When I was a little boy, I was a big time fan of the classic cartoon series "Tom and Jerry". Even now it never fails to make me smile. In the late 80s and the early 90s Tom and Jerry was screened in Doordarshan between 4pm to 4.30 pm. I and my cousin saravan would sit in front of the TV sets and we would cheer Jerry for his pranks against Tom. In fact no one liked Tom except my sister.

My cousin and I fought like cats and dogs when we were kids.

When it comes to sports I was a fan of Martina Navratilova, Gabriella Sabatini, Monica Seles, Sanchez Vicario. He was a fan of Steffi Graf.On the Men's draw I was a fan of Stefan Edberg, Agassi and he was fan of Becker and Pistol pete.

So Invariably if I like A, he would like B. That would make me to hate B and our egos were very strong on not liking the same thing.

I liked the Brazilian football team. Romario and Ronaldo were my favorite footballers. He liked the Argentinian football team even though he did not know anyone in the team.

I liked Sachin Tendulkar and he liked Vinod Kambli and he cried along with Kambli when India lost to Srilanka in the semifinals of the 1996 cricket world cup at Eden Gardens.

This must have been the case with those who have joint families. Many among you can relate to this. Now why did I name the post as "Curiosity!" ? Yeah! I remember it now. In Tom and Jerry cartoon, there was this lady of the house who used to spank Tom every now and then. Only her legs would be seen on TV.

Both my cousin and I had one common desire ~ To see the face of the lady. Many a times, we have gone closer to the TV and have tried to peek into the top corner of the TV to find how her face would look like. Have you done that too?

We

2011-10-24T01:41:00.000+05:30

October 24 2011

Today is my free day. Instead of watching movies, I decided to read my friends blogs. From their blogs I went to their friends pages.

Pages which make you laugh, cry and think. It made me think. What made us all start blogging? For people like me it is a way to release the pent up feelings, to be the real me. That is why I hide behind the stranger wall...

@ Ramya, you need a name to call me right? Call me Prabhu... or Pepsi.. these are names some people call me. Choose what you like.

But many here know each other. Friends in real life too. so why blogging? Can't we talk to each other or call or email?

I have my own conclusion behind our blogging mentality but would like to know about your opinion first. Shoot it friends...

The Three Musketeers

2011-10-23T01:35:00.000+05:30

October 23 2011

Our snap...

Honest - Continued

2011-10-22T01:27:00.000+05:30

October 22 2011

Day 3

It was a very long day. Took a day off from office, drove for nearly 60 kilometers in about 1hour, with a very minimal rest & very delicious lunch at my sister's place. Evening was planned to attend a good friend's wedding reception. Anyone who knows how hectic it is to drive for long hours, can imagine my plight on this day.

I returned home at around 7:30 PM, took shower, dressed up in a flash & took off for the wedding venue, which was on the other part of the city (Tirupur). With all the possible cursing & swearing on the rash & negligent riders & drivers, I reached half way of my journey.

I was waiting at a zebra crossing of busy junction which was manned by a policeman since it did not have the traffic signal. The junction had tall tower which had several huge lights at the top. It was well illuminated. Lot of people were crossing the road. As the pedestrians herd was over, I looked at the policeman who waved & signaled the traffic to pass on.

As I slowly started to move, a girl wearing a combination of green & white salwar came running to cross the road. Her silky hair neatly tied, her face glowing as bright as a star, her beautiful eager eyes wide open, her lips wore a pink lipstick. She stood right in front me, but only to cross the road, since the car in which I was traveling was stopping her way.

As a humble human, I stopped the car & made a gesture towards her to cross, but unfortunately, the traffic at the other side had already started off at a high speed. Feeling sad for her, I shrugged my shoulders & gave her a sorry smile. she did acknowledge me with her flamboyant smile. Her moist pink lips spread large over her cute face made her look so gorgeous. Rest of my day ended with a pleasant mood & a smile.

Smile is indeed a beautiful gesture. Have it ! Be Honest !

She

2011-10-21T01:09:00.000+05:30

October 21 2011

I run out of words to express my feelings,

Nothing more worth than those beautiful phone talks...

Hand in hand we walked started a mile,

Never did I realize she was here only for a while...

When the pages of my past flutter,

She is the one whom I remember...

Lonely I sit yearning for more & more,

How do I tell she is the one i always adore...

I wish she was sitting next to me holding my hand,

Making my life more meaningful and a lot grand…

Whole world appeared to me as my fantasy,

Colors of joy around & a heart filled with ecstasy…

Her beautiful eyes speaks a thousand words

Her smile shines like a diamond in the herds…

She is always a personification of self sacrifice

She spells magic in her mesmerizing voice…D O N K E Y !

The imagination of a poet holds no barrier, needs no explanation. The perception & my emotions flow with my mood & the time. Lot more to come.

Enjoy rainzzz !!!

2011-10-20T00:55:00.000+05:30

October 20 2011

I think & I strongly believe that most people, of all ages, enjoy rains in some way or the other... Be it enjoying a wonderful ride on the car opening the window fully, with the cool breeze blowing through the hair, tiny little beautiful rain drops touching the faces. Or be it taking a lovely walk just after the rain, enjoying the rain drops falling from the trees along with the wind... Or enjoying the rain outside the window, holding the drops in your palms... Its just amazing when you open your arms & let the rains embrace you... I hope & I strongly believe each one does love this.

Thought of sharing one of my wonderful ride on my car, on the way back home from clients office. It was a perfect weather for the evening ride, am sure couples would say as 'just a perfect time' for the romantic ride with their loved ones. I always enjoy my journey to office on a rainy day.

Enjoy rainzzz !!!

I spoke to Myself

2011-10-19T01:08:00.000+05:30

October 19 2011

Inspiration is perhaps very much necessary to each one of us. We ourselves can truly inspire our-self. We know the person within us better than anyone else. Inspiring ourselves is the best one can do for the one self. I do speak to myself quite often, and I hope most of you too do, which is quite inspiring for me.

From a last couple of weeks, myself, good friend Ling & Thiyag are practicing for 5 kilometer Marathon coming up in November. We decided to run on the roads instead of using treadmills. It was all fun & indeed very stressful. When the stress gets the best out of you, we always tend to give up. Such was the scenario with me once. Half a kilometer to finish, I was grasping for breath. I was very much certain to stop at that point, even though the destination was in sight. Then I spoke to myself, regained my confidence & composure to complete the run.

I was very much excited when Ling expressed about the same feelings while we were discussing after our practice. He was true to say that the sighting of our destination helped us do our best. Hope to better our time during our next session.

Instead of searching for Inspiration elsewhere, we got to look into ourselves. If we can't find tranquility in ourselves, we can't find it anywhere.

Picture of the month

2011-10-18T00:51:00.000+05:30

October 18 2011

Honest !

2011-10-17T00:55:00.000+05:30

October 17 2011

It's quite a wonderful feeling when you come across some honest gestures from little unknown people or even at not much familiar places you often visit. A flashy smile or a comprehending look from a stranger might well get you out of frustration at times. If you are part of any busy bustling cities, where traffic snarls find it very easy to bug you out of your mind on any given day, these gestures, does make you smile at the end of a hectic day. Let me share some of similar gestures I came across in the last couple of days.

Day 1

On the other day, I had to accompany my mom & sister in law to a nearby doctor. It's a car garage turned into a very neat clinic. As a first time visitor, I was going through all the usual health awareness posters, which are common among all the doctors. One little note, which I felt & I had not seen before at any of the hospitals or clinics, amused me. I only treat, he cures was painted in blue italics on a white colored wall. Even the doctor was a simple person like the words written outside.

Day 2

I was riding through the busy Chennai roads, which are always crowded, on my friends Yamaha F1 bike last night. Thanks to on going metro rail construction, traffic woes are getting worse these days. Waiting for the signal to turn green, was having a look the giant machinery at the construction site. The guy on a similar two wheeler came rushing behind me & was honking out loud on me. I had no where to go. With a fully determined anger to shout, I turned towards him. There came a gentle gesture from an elderly gentleman. With a humble smile on his face, that person apologized to me stating a faulty horn switch. Anger vanished & the smile was back on my face.

Smile is indeed a beautiful gesture. Have it ! Be Honest !

Last Letter To Mom..

2011-10-16T23:18:00.001+05:30

October 16 2011

I went to a party Mom,

I remembered what you said.

U told me not to drink,

Mom,So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,

The way you said I would.

I didn't drink and drive, Mom,

Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,

I know you are always right.

Now the party is finally ending, Mom,

As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,

I knew I'd get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me,

So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom,

But as I pulled out into the road,

The other car didn't see me, Mom,

And hit me like a load.:(

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,

I hear the policeman say,

"The other guy is drunk," Mom,

And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom....

I wish you'd get here soon.

How could this happen to me, Mom?

My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom,

And most of it is mine.

I hear the medic say, Mom,

I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,

I swear I didn't drink.

It was the others, Mom.

The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.

The only difference is, he drank

And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?

It can ruin your whole life.

I'm feeling sharp pains now.

Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,

And I don't think it's fair.

I'm lying here dying

And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.

Tell Daddy to be brave.

And when I go to heaven, Mom,

Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,

Not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom,

I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.

I'm becoming very scared.

Please don't cry for me, Mom.

When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.

Before I say good bye.

I didn't drink and drive,

So why am I the one to die?

After Reading this letter few have quit drinking and many have quit habbit of "DRINK & DRIVE". Did You read he said "Someone should have told him, Mom".

Please "SHARE" this wall post if not for that innocent guy who died then at least for that mother who lost her SON.

BreAkiNg NEwS ViRus

2011-10-16T10:02:00.003+05:30

October 15 2011

NDTV and Times Now are the two leading OPINION makers in India. They telecast their own opinions which contradict each other. These two channels suffer from a dangerous disease called as Acquired Breaking News Virus.

Little kids usually fight with each other for numero-uno position. I finished eating first. I finished doing the homework first. I finished coloring the book first. I finished my potty time first. The kids fight for everything. Competition is in the blood of every human being. This competitive spirit when it crosses the limit transforms into a disease called ABNV. This disease has hit both these channels. This whole disease was discovered a couple of years ago when Ajmal Kasab and co stormed into Mumbai and warred with India. Both these News Channels were fighting with each other trying to claim that they were the first channel to break the News. After that incident, they are Breaking every day. CNN-IBN and Aaj Tak are also transmitters of the ABNV.

Viewers suffer from Breaking News Syndrome when they watch these channels. Children complain that they are seeing the word BREAKING NEWS on their text books. Corporate employees are also complaining that they are seeing the word BREAKING NEWS on their computer screens.

Viewers also suffer from uneasy sleep and nausea. They get bad dreams of Barkha Dutt, Arnab Gowsami and Karan Thappar Breaking their Sleep with Breaking Dreams. My wife Joan got scared when I woke up in the middle of the night shouting "Breaking News Breaking News".

Some of the Breaking News Caption that comes on TV these days

Karunanidhi started fast starts @ 10am and ends @ 1pm

Police arrest everyone on February 22

Man executed after long speech.

Man accused of killing attorney receives a new attorney.

Bihaar's literacy program shows improvement. ( See how Bihar is spelt)

Commissioner of Delhi Police Has Lost His Dog

Finally Commissioner Dog Came to House

Ruling Congress Top Leader Rahul Gandhi Lunch Menu was also a breaking news.

Big B catches a cold.

If you have come across any funny BREAKING NEWS , please post it in the comments section.

Cannot go on anymore

2011-10-14T23:42:00.001+05:30

October 14 2011

???????????why??????????????

Do you remember what I used to call you?

Do you remember what I used to tell you?

Do you remember how I used to look at you?

Do you remember how I used to smile at you?

I still remember what you used to call me

Your words still echoes in my heart

I still remember the way you used to look at me

And when I close my eyes your smile mirrors in my mind

When world sleeps around me, I stay wide awake

In the middle of night, your memories

Brings only tears to my eyes and

A lingering ache to my torn heart..

They say “time is the best healer”

But why time cannot heal my wound

Each passing second makes it stronger and deeper

Sinking my conscious to eternal sleep…

They say I walk always in a trance

I don’t see even with my eyes open

Nor do I hear when they shout at me

Do you feel my pain, my slow disintegration?

I search for your face among strangers

I search for your name on all printed letters

I try to see you in people around me

Even trying foolishly to substitute others in your place

I am admitting defeat

Cannot go on anymore

I search for you day and night

Fully aware that you are watching my plight.

All for the Love of a Girl

2011-10-13T01:44:00.002+05:30

October 13 2011

How beautiful would that feeling be, to treasure the love of a girl who loves you with a true heart? Do you know how it feels like?!, Sure it ll be a precious gift in life. But having a girlfriend leaves you with a feel good factor that you mean a lot for that special someone.

Is the world too big or too small?

2011-10-12T22:51:00.000+05:30

October 12 2011

Is the world too big for me to hide from things and people I want to avoid?

Or is the world too small that I will keep bumping into people time and again?

Sometimes, giving the chance to reconcile, giving a second chance to what might could have been. Or is plain huge for people to disappear and leave you with regrets and what ifs?

I am unsure if I should believe in 6 degrees of separation or not. But maybe, if I saw some of you later, sometime in my life, I wouldn't feel the way I do right now. And for good measure.

Magic of 90's

2011-10-11T01:06:00.000+05:30

October 11 2011

Suddenly I am all nostalgic. Growing up in 90's was so much fun. The magic refuses to fade or maybe I am getting old

1) Remember Captain Vyom, it was a cult – didn’t Milind Soman look delightful? The space chronicle and the villains of the universe totally hooked my young mind. Then there was Aarohan , a TV serial about youth in Navy starring Pallavi Joshi – I have watched its episodes a zillion times, and every time Wing Cmdr Sidhharth Khurana came into frame, my heart would jump out Watching TV was a pleasure and then came Ekta and her gang.

2) Love was still innocent. Stealing glances and passing love notes. When sweats became jelly, heart skipped beats and the smile refused to fade on sitting next to your crush. Baggie Trousers and Timex watches were not a medium to hog attention.

3) I adored Rajini Kanth.

4) When a horde of tuition classes were not required to top the class.

5) Language was clean and cuss words weren’t in fashion. Those hush hush words that have now replaced nouns and pronouns.

6) AR Rahman's entry, Illayaraja's love songs, Little 10th std Anitha, Computer games and 50cc bike races – Power packed Sundays. Remember evening's in roundana @ pollachi, night's with green bottle beer and late night movie's!!! …

7) Maggi wasn’t a staple food.

8 ) We climbed trees, played cricket and swimming. Evenings were meant for running around even with scraped knees, rolling in dust and watching the sun go down. I still remember sneaking out on Helper bro's bullet to learn bikes and volunteer to walk the neighbor’s dog Pluto. Though it would always end up dragging me behind and fighting with all the other dogs in the park.

9) Having fun wasn’t equivalent to shopping spree or alcohol parties . And life didn’t feel like it’s fleeting away

10) Above all Teens won’t call you Uncle. Oh the horror!!!!

So how were your growing up years?? What makes you nostalgic?

I hate…………..

2011-10-10T00:31:00.001+05:30

October 10, 2011

This is a list of things I hate. So people, take a cue from this and keep away from me if you belong to this list!!

1. Waiting of any kind (more than 10 min.s). Especially when I am alone and 've nothing else to do. Especially when I am hungry. I hate when people say,”Yeah, just a sec.” and then keep on doing their thing while keeping me waiting. I hate when there is a delay in a hotel.

2. I hate long queues. Maybe, that’s the reason I don’t pay MSEB (electricity) bill on time. The long, endless queue just pushes me away………….

3. I hate crowd (I mean jostling crowd), especially at a religious place. I never turn up at a temple on an auspicious day (when people are just dying for darshan).

4. I hate people who act condescendingly. I mean, OK, you are a superman, but keep that to yourself. No need of reminding me of that each and every second!!

5. I hate people who are hell bent on proving their genious. For example, students who die to give answers (shout, actually) in a classroom. Sometimes, they don’t even listen to the question!

6. I hate people who think that all-western is cool and all-Indian is boring.

7. I hate pessimistic people, who will do nothing to change their surroundings and just keep complaining.

8. I hate people who don’t acknowledge another’s efforts and time.

9. I hate rude servants. (this is very common in Tirupur & Chennai).

10. I hate people who are disrespectful to elders.

11. I hate people who worry unnecessarily.

12. I hate dogmatic people, who just don’t change their view even if they have got no logical point.

13. I hate people who are not aware of what’s going on around them, kind of people who read only sports page.

14. I hate boorish people.

15. I hate ostentatious people.

16. I hate sycophants, and it hurts more when I see that it pays more than being hard-working.

17. I hate politicians (yes, all of them).

18. I hate when you request someone to do something, they assure you that it will be done urgently, and then they just forget about it. Ultimately, you get bored of reminding them. (More amusing is the category which don’t even remember anything about your request when you remind.)

19. I hate when I don’t work hard even when it’s required.

20. I hate when I don’t do something even if I want to do that very badly. (Reasons are many……………most common is my diffidence)

21. I hate when my choice goes wrong, This happens mainly in case of clothes. After buying, I realize that this is not what I wanted………………

22. I hate people who lack cell manners. I expected this at least in corporate world. But to my utter shock, no employee's in my office bothers to keep cell in silent mode!

23. I hate when I can’t help my hatred for some people. I just can’t stand them!

24. I hate people when in a conversation with you, keep talking only about themselves.

25. I hate people who force their ideas of fun on others.

Ok, so I think that’s it! (The list is quite longer than I expected………before you hating me i ll wind up!).

the PURSUIT of HAPPYNESS

2011-10-09T11:12:00.000+05:30

October 9 2011

Tell me any one random situation which makes you happy?

The little boy next door said, “Watching rain drops dance and walking barefoot on dew covered grass makes me happy” and his 2 year old sister said, “Smelling garden fresh roses makes me happy”.

My neighbour said, “Listening to good music, reading good fiction, watching cricket and movies makes me happy”.

It was my mother’s turn next, “Cooking for family, relatives, friends and visitors and watch the gleam of satisfaction in their eyes as they eat. Then later, treasure the compliments they give me, that makes me so happy.”

In our lives, we are all united in one big chase and it is -

Happiness is not a permanent state of being, we can’t say that now I have achieved this, I’ll be happy for the rest of my life; we are not primed to feel continuous satisfaction, all we have are happy moments.

Simple joys like watching sunrise, recognizing the smell of first rain, embracing evening breeze, etc leave us with a feel of happiness.

Happiness is also connected to our age. What makes us happy as a teenager might look completely silly at thirty one.

For a person who is surrounded by a caring, loving family, happiness goes beyond just planning and achieving goals in life.

Happiness is always within us; it is that inner satisfaction we feel. And helping without expecting a reward gives us true happiness.

To a lot of us, happiness comes in tiny packets, it’s simply the everyday miracle of finding the cell phone, bike keys, searching for something since long and suddenly we find it, it definitely gives us a smile.

Things like short commutes, playing with a group of kids, an evening with life-long friends, a book that brings joy - have nothing to do with a fat wallet, all they need is open heartiness.

Whatever you do, make sure that you don’t derive happiness from hurting others. Approach life with a sense of humour and when worries lash, face them boldly.

When you don’t have any regrets in life and have a healthy body and a happy family, happiness is all yours - Super Star Rajini Kanth

Picture of the month

2011-10-08T23:51:00.000+05:30

October 8 2011

For Sale!!!

2011-10-07T09:21:00.001+05:30

October 7 2011

Advertisement By A Married Man In A Newspaper:

For Sale: Wedding Suit,

Worn Only Once By Mistake.. ;-)

My Happy Life!

2011-10-06T00:12:00.016+05:30

October 6 2011

Cosy bed to rest tired limbs for the night.

Three square meals a day, no poverty to fight.

No uncurable ailment to tie you to bed.

A peaceful abode with running water and light.

A loving family to call your own.

Two friends to cheer you up when chips are down.

A little bit of money saved away for a rainy day.

A steady little business, to keep life going on.

A blessing of all good things under the sun.

No unnecessary worries, just happiness and fun.

Happy Ayudha Pooja!

2011-10-05T23:51:00.002+05:30

October 5 2011

Prabhupepsi wishes all his viewers a very happy Ayudha Puja. Also celebrated as Saraswathi Pooja, this day is the last day of the Navaratri festival. And the story goes like this; On this day Arjuna retrieved his weapons, which he had hidden in a Vani tree, in order to lead a life in disguise for the promised period of exile. Ayudha Pooja is a worship of whatever implements one may use in one's livelihood by placing these implements on an altar to the Divine.

Tomorrow is Vijayadasami, the day on which it is believed that one who begins or renovates his learning to work will secure a grand success as Arjuna did in Kurukshetra war.

We wish everyone a very happy Ayudha Puja!

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Promises…

2011-10-04T23:39:00.006+05:30

October 4 2011

Promise 1

“Hey Beautiful…” he winked at her. She just couldn’t help smiling.

Those beautiful dimples of hers, behind that careless lock of hair caressing her face could make any guy fall in love. Siva was no exception.

“Do you love me?” she asked.

“More than my life, Sakthi…” he promised with a peck on her cheeks.

—x—

Promise 3

Time had moved on, and so had Siva.

“Hey Gorgeous…” he winked at her. She just couldn’t help smiling.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” he hugged her tight.

She smiled shyly and asked him, “Do you love me?“

“More than my life, Aadhiti…” he promised with a peck on her cheeks.

—x—

Promise 2

It was 1 AM when the Doctor met Siva.

“We did everything we could, but the bleeding wouldn’t stop.“

“Sakthi was going to die.” he was told.

She held his hands, tears in her eyes, and made him promise.

He was going to love their new born more than his life.

They named her – Aadhiti…

Happy Computer's day!

2011-10-03T23:19:00.001+05:30

October 3 2011

Today is Computer's day. Yes computer was found by Prabhupepsi on October 3rd 1998.....I bought my first ever computer this day. That's why every year I celebrate this day as my computer day.

Computer Engineers are the breed you find everywhere these days. During the days when my big brother SARAV ANNA toiled hard in the Anna University campus for his computer engineering degree, only 1% of the college going population took engineering as a course. But today only 1 % of the college going population do not take engineering as a course. Everyone is an computer engineer these days.

What do you do after you are done with your computer engineering degree? "I really don't have a clue" is the answer that almost all the computer engineers give. Prabhupepsi is also an computer engineer. He did his MS in Information Technology. His first regular job was in an IT firm as a system analyst. This is the specialty of computer engineers in India. You can do a course in mechanical engineering, aeronautics, communications and even in civil engineering. But you all will one day become a software engineer.

You might be now sitting in a cubicle coding and testing all java nonsense and if you just think about those engineering days where you did not have a clue about what you would become in future, just be happy that you are a computer engineer now.

The author of this page is a product of Bharathiyar university. The more the pages used in examinations, the more marks the students get in the exams. This is the secret mantra of those days. Things have gone worse these days. Now you don't even have to write papers after papers. All you need to do is chase them. (If only you get what I mean).

We are all born engineers. There is an engineer inside everyone of us. We will all realize our potential one day.

Kunjumon realising the potential to convert a LapTop into an i-Pod.

Just Imagine what would have happened to him if the laptops had not been invented. Inserting a desktop like this would have been really painful

Gabdun is a a Gomblede Enginearing Bradecd.

What ever said and done, engineers aren't that lucky. Either you have to be a Richard Gere or Swami Gilfanandha to get into the peck books of Shilpa

Note : Anushka's childhood ambition was to become a Computer Engineer too.

Eradicate Poverty! How???

2011-10-02T02:15:00.003+05:30

October 2 2011

The Planning commission of India has made a wonderful statement in its affidavit to the supreme court. According to the affidavit an individual income of Rs.25 per day is enough to push a person above the poverty line. This statement reminds me of my Ethics Professor who always believed in confusing us if he couldn't convince us.

The Poverty line is now fixed at Rs 4284 per month in cities. If only such benchmark were adopted in the world of sports, Indian football team would qualify for football world cup, Sania Mirza would win a grand slam and Ishant Sharma would become the opening batsman for India. I stand 177 cms tall (Short). If the planning commission had made changes to measurements and if 1 foot had been made equal to 25 cms, I would be 7.08 feet tall. I can also call myself a Seven footer.

The 21st September 2011 issue of The Hindu (Page14- Chennai Edition) stated that the Annual salaries of the top three corporate heads of India ( Naveen Jindal, Kalanithi Maran, Kaveri Maran) for the year ended March 2011 was more than Rs 140 Crores.

The gap between the rich and the poor is so much in India. The World Bank report says that India is one of the poorest countries in the world. In fact the poverty indicator line pushes India below Bangladesh according to that report.

Sudarshan's Quote on FB made me smile :

Poverty line fixed at Rs 4,284 per month for cities. Great move, if you can't pull people above the poverty line, push the poverty line backwards.- Sudarshan.

Why is the planning commission making such statements? Anyone spending more than Rs 965 per month in Urban India and Rs.781 per month in Rural India will no longer be called as poor. (Rs 32 per day in Urban cities and Rs 26 per day in Rural villages). To add salt to the injury, the fuel prices are going up. We would not mind all these inflation in every single area in our society as long as it does not affect us. We would sit in front of the TV and watch the indefinite fast stunts and the MODIfied definite fast stunt shows. We would listen to NDTV's version and TimesNow version of a story and would assume that as News.

India's growth in the MDG (Millenium Development Goals) program set by the United Nations is pathetic. The following graph according to the statewide development in India shows that more than 85 % of houses in Jharkand do not even have sanitation facility. It is also the home state of our India's cricket captain - Dhoni.

It always feels good when someone appreciates you. But that does not mean that we ought to prove to the world that we are rich when we are not.

The planning commissions health diet suggestion will be snubbed even by my pet dog. If I have to live a healthy life according to the Planning commission, then I have to drink 85 ml of milk , three teaspoons of rice mixed in 20 grams of dhal curry. My 7 year old neighbor laughed at me when I told him about the Planning commissions affidavit.

The whole nation was going all gaga over all the media frenzy maniacs who fasted in front of television. Do we know that many in our country have nothing to eat and hence end up fasting for many days. What is our response to them?

I am sick of all the Babas and the Modis and all their stunts. I am gonna go on an Indefinite Fast to protest against all those who say that they are going to fast for a cause. I am sick of seeing the fuel prices hike. I am sick of the economic crisis that is trapshooting us from down-under. I am angry. Really angry.

OK. I have ranted enough. Let me go and watch some CLT-20 action on TV. Chris Gayle is gonna hammer; the cheer girls are gonna hover and Ravi Shastri is gonna stammer.

If you really feel like doing something for our country, you can make a change in the life of a child living in poverty by helping him/her to have education, food and health care. Click this [link] to Help A Child of India.

The first ever words spoken

2011-10-01T00:31:00.001+05:30

October 1 2011

What was the first word you spoke? Researches indicate that 99.99 % of the children utter the word "Mommy" as their first word. The word mommy is mostly uttered in their own vernacular language. The remaining 0.1 % belong to the rebellious category and this 1 % have spoken words other than the usual Mommy. Another weird truth is that these words are spoken by these nutty group of people on the very day they were born. The following pictures reveal this weird truth.

The first ever words spoken by these people, the moment they were born

Bill Gates - The man who opened the windows of the IT world.

Steve Jobs - Eve ate the apple and sin entered the world

Apple fell on Newton's head. Physics went bonkers

Steve bit an apple. Windows Shut.

Anna Hazare! I still prefer Anna Kournikova any day

The Real Raja

Mike - The lethal left punch.

Indo- Pak Connection. ( My dream girl once upon a time)

Corruption???

2011-09-30T01:17:00.001+05:30

September 30 2011

Have we really won the battle against corruption?

Corruption starts at home. We first learn it from our parents. Then we re-learn it and apply it in school. We copy and paste our answers in class exams. This habit is then carried forward to the social networking space too, where we copy quotes, jokes and post it as ours. We are fundamentally corrupt from within. We lie. We have hatred against people. We gossip. We disobey traffic rules. "What is a Zebra Line?" Many of us do not even know. Many roads do not even have Zebra lines. Many cities, towns, villages do not even have roads. All the money are eaten, bribed, and excreted by corrupt people. We are a part of it.

My dear Friend shubu lakshmi caught in her act of copying during exams.

I have copied in exams too and earn a good report. Does comments and compliments mean anything when we really know that we don't deserve it? Why am I ranting now? I am ranting because we are unstable and we are soooooo corrupt. We do things that we are not supposed to do and we fail to do things that we are supposed to do. Check the following pictures to understand this.

A pair of slippers that costs less then 50 bucks (1 USD) is not safe in our country. It needs protection. People even steal dirty socks and under-wears that are left in drying stands.

We trash our waste in places where we are not supposed to trash. We spit pawn on walls. We urinate everywhere, because we have the right to piss everywhere.

We disobey signs and messages. But still we raise slogans and raise our support in our fight against corruption.

Finally, if the people who are supposed to protect us starts to steal from us, even if 1000 Anna Hazares hold millions of fasts, nothing is gonna change.

No one can stop corruption. Only our Gabtun can. It is really dreadful to fall into the dangerous hands of Gabtun.

Power Of தமிழ் !!!

2011-09-29T01:43:00.001+05:30

September 29 2011

Happy Birthday My Dear SARAV ANNA!

2011-09-28T00:56:00.006+05:30

September 28 2011

Today is my big brother’s birthday. Now considering that now also I am too small to him, you may look at SARAV ANNA and follow him but he is unique. However, anyone who knows SARAV ANNA understands completely. Since when I was a kid, I’ve been following him around like a puppy. He’s someone that I look up to in every way, whether it’s his vision of acumen, unique way of looking at the world, devotion to family has spread in to me during my childhood years.

When I was a kid, I would hang around him all the time. If he minded, he never let me know. He always stuck up for me if anyone picked on me and was just a hero to me in so many ways. He was a great human and really charismatic with most everyone that he met. I watched everything he did, and to this day, I still emulate some of the ways that I saw him make people wanna trying to be like him.

I still remember the day SARAV ANNA left for UK. I was a little panicked, and the house seemed awfully lonely and empty without his affection, care and love. I tried to pick up the slack where I could. When he got a job and started working as a Computer Engineer, I had no doubt he would be successful. His professional success is only by his hard work. He has raised two absolutely wonderful Children's that make all of us proud every single day. I see that he and KAVIN (Though KRITHI is my evergreen Angel) share a special relationship that is centered in a strong faith and the ability to make each other wanna live like them. I’ve met several people who know SARAV ANNA, and its obvious that they have absolute faith and confidence in SARAV ANNA in every capacity. I know that he is an active and respected member of the family, and I 'm being proud of all that he has accomplished. Happy Birthday, Big Brother!

30 வருடங்களாய் என்னுடைய ஒவ்வொரு தருணங்களிலும் நீங்கள் எனக்கு ஒரு தாயாய், தந்தையாய், நண்பனாய், அண்ணன்னாய் இருக்கிறீர்கள்......நான் உங்கள் தம்பி என்பதில் பெருமைகொள்கிறேன்:-)

SARAV ANNA

2011-09-27T06:54:00.000+05:30

September 27 2011

SARAV ANNA told me to do a project for Hotel Sakthi Grand, many moons in my sky. To be credited as only one reason of being his brother nothing more than that and its humbling for me. And a reaffirmation of what my dad has been putting into my business and helping me grow as a honest and hardworking person. The gratitude to SARAV ANNA keeps piling up though. There have been days when tears have flown freely due to various reasons. Anger has been one of them. Frustration another. Sadness yet another with regard to my business.

But if there has been one person who has believed in me for whatever 2 pence I was worth, it has been SARAV ANNA. From the day of the starting of college and even during my board exams to now, almost a decade has passed. But when I enter the home today, I am still the child that I was. Time and again have I said, that he was our beacon of hope at the end of a dark tunnel, a ray of hope to a harassed family. And a boy who also had begun to question what’s the point of living an honest life? Not to mention that the question hadn't been raised more in the recent past but the thing is I have been cast in a way. The die was made in a certain way. The mould cannot change neither can the impression.

More than anything else, I live my life today, in gratitude for the food on my plate. All thanks to that first belief that SARAV ANNA gave and continued to, when it was the era of everyone said "prabhu is fit for nothing", when no one thought it was ‘right’ to make me start a business. Kept a wilting creeper alive through all those days. Angels do walk the earth. The maseeha I know is SARAV ‘ ANNA’.

There is nothing that someone like me can give back to him or his family except wish and pray with all our hearts, like everyone likes him, that he be healthy and spiritually protected. And today I send my thanks to the God above for giving us hope in life. And if you are at this point where a lot of things seem hopeless, I wish for you that you may find the hope that I eventually did. Eventually there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Why Anna Hazare stop his fast?!

2011-09-26T00:30:00.002+05:30

September 26 2011

After 27days investigation, Pepsi Intelligent Report from across the border has confirmed that Anna stopped his fast because he wanted to eat Mutton Dhum Biriyani.

The intelligent reports from inside the border give contradictory reports for the same.

The following are some of the reasons for Anna stopping his fast.

1) Prime Minister sent free passes to Anna Hazare for the movie "Karadi Kid"

2) When Gaptun was referred to as the Anna Hazare of Tamil Nadu, Anna could not take it any longer and he ended his fast.

3) Shilpa, Meera and Neena did this in front of Anna Hazare.

4) When Dr. Vijay was hailed as the Anna Hazare of Tamilnadu, the original Anna Hazare had an attack of dysentery. He understood that the Parliament was taking too much time to pass the motion. To avoid a different kind of loose motion, Anna stopped his fast.

5) When Captain Vijay looked into Anna's eyes and asked the question " Ungalukkum idhukkum enna sammandham? Bombayla neenga enna pannitu irundhinga? sollunga! Neenga Yaaru? Ivvalavu naaal enga irundheenga neenga? ", Anna had no other choice.

Those who have seen the Tamil movie Baasha will understand the above line.

Somebody told me that Biriyani is not an Indian dish and it should be driven out of our motherland. Will Anna Hazare hold a fast to drive away Biriyani from our motherland? We should wait and watch.

We can never fast against Biriyani ~ Prabhupepsi

Boys & Girls in Facebook

2011-09-25T08:33:00.000+05:30

September 25 2011

"Dear Facebook, Every time I add a girl you ask me "Do you know her?" Is she your sister? "

This was an innocent question raised by an innocent friend of mine recently. Facebook has asked the same question to me too. Facebook has never asked the question when I add boys.Is Facebook showing any partiality towards the fairer members of the human species?

The other day, some of my girl friends were talking to me and they complained to me that they were getting too many fraansheep requests from many strangers. Were they showing off that they too have graded to the category of BABES? Is this why they straightened their hair and colored it in three colors? and threaded off their hairy eyebrows? They might have told the truth. But I found them to be irritating. When the whole country was talking about Anna Hazare, these girls were talking about the fraansheep requests they were getting through facebook. Why can't they just ignore the requests?

Coming to boys, I asked my little bro Guru "Do you accept girls friendship requests?"

He said "No! I don't accept requests from strangers?"

Then I logged into Facebook and found that he had more than 500 friends in his facebook account. Does he really know all 500 of them?

To every Boys and Girls suffering from too many friend requests,Do you wanna stop getting Friend requests,Then Put Your REAL Picture!!

Facebook Profile Picture

Real Picture!!!

If spending two hours in the beauty parlor was not enough, then spending one whole week in photoshop to spice your picture and then cropping it might yield better results to you.

But let me tell you a secret, Girls!

If you wanna receive many fraansheep requests from men, you do not really need to have a cute display picture. All you need to have is a name that sounds feminine. Even if you add a picture of a flower or a cat, Men will add you. That is the manufacturing defect that men are born with. You and I can never change that.

The picture is Prabhupepsi's FB display picture. If you want to know how Prabhupepsi really looks like, please click this Link

Two Indians Make India Proud!

2011-09-24T03:08:00.002+05:30

September 24 2011

Right now, India is the richest country in the world! Wondering how? It's really amazing.

The first Indian is Mr. G Vaidyaraj, who donated all his wealth, about which he actually did not know. He is a descendant of Raja Krishnadev Raya from Mysore district. For the last 300 years or so, three stones were worshiped in his house.But nobody tried to see what it was, except this person, who is a lawyer by profession. One day, when there was nobody in his house, he took the stone out to see what it was that they worship. Due to the dust deposited on it, from many many years, it looked only like a simple stone. But when he touched it, some portion of the stone was cleansed. And he saw a bright ray of light. He saw something which attracted his attention. And he was amazed when he cleaned all of them.The whole room was filled with light. He discovered they were diamonds of about 4600 carats each. He informed the Govt. of India and the news is censored with its security. It's now deposited in a Swiss Bank.

The cost of single diamond exceeds the GDP of USA + UK .
Even World Bank does not have enough money to buy it.
India can buy virtually 7 developing nations.
One diamond costs thrice the debt of World Bank over India .
One such diamond can buy 10 Bill Gates to you.
And the World Bank has proposed the Indian Govt. that it can pay India in Installment if it wishes to do so.
India 's GDP is 34.25 billion dollars.
Bill Gates property is 95 billion dollars approximate so that is the way 'nature changes'.

Our Prime Minister has refused to sell it. He said it will be sold or mortgaged for credit when we need it. Otherwise right now we have no problems.

You can go through Times of India with a small column on it. Star TV presented a 115 min documentary on it. The Hindu with its half page article in it. After that it was censored as classified.

The second Indian is a boy in his 12th standard has disproved Einstein's 'Theory of Relativity'. Shocked?????????

Sudarshan Reddy has theoretically proven the existence of a sub-atomic particle, which can travel at speed greater than that of light, thereby challenging one of the fundamental postulates of the 'Theory of Relativity'. In his recent research paper submitted to the Institute of Advanced Physics (IAP) at Trieste ( Italy ), Sudarshan has proved the existence of a class of sub-atomic particles called leptons', which can travel faster than light. The international physics community is shocked by this discovery.

Dr.Massimo Martelli, President of the IAP has this to say about the paper submitted by Sudarshan. 'After long, careful and critical analysis, I can confidently say that Sudarshan's research papers show tremendous leap in our understanding of physics. His investigation mounts up on 'leptons'.. His work builds substantially on the work of Einstein and others in the field of relativity.' When physicists from Princeton University tried to measure Sudarshan's IQ with an IQ-meter (at the American Embassy in Delhi ), the meter broke down. Sudarshan, incidentally, is the brother of Madhu Reddy, the Indian whiz kid who developed an operating system superior to Microsoft Windows. We should all be very proud of these boys.

JAI HIND

A Quarter, A Fanta & 8 Girls

2011-09-23T01:00:00.001+05:30

September 23 2011

Number of people Involved in the adventure : 8 girls
Adventure : Getting drunk
How? : Mix one quarter whiskey with 500 ml of fanta and gulp them all down

1 All set for the adventure

Bottle ready, Tumbler ready, fanta ready and girls are ready too.

2 The whiskey is poured into the tumbler, Pickle is also ready now. All set to gulp and get drunk

3 My head is spinning

The next day, the girls went around telling their friends that they too have passed the grade and are expert drunkards.

Women prove all drunk-quotes do not apply to them with their actions.

A man's (woman's) true character comes out when he's/ she's drunk. - Charlie Chaplin
Charlie Chaplin is proved wrong by the girls. The True character never comes out even when they are completely sloshed.

An American monkey, after getting drunk on brandy, would never touch it again, and thus is much wiser than most men. - Charles Darwin

Hope you guys got the hidden pun in the above quote.

A Final Message

Please don't get drunk in wild parties like this. Say No to Getting Drunk. - Prabhupepsi

Why We Are Talking Crap?

2011-09-22T00:47:00.001+05:30

September 22 2011 .

“The only fool bigger than the person who knows it all is the person who argues with him” - Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

I don't have a clue who this Stanislaw is. Still I added his quote because I liked it and this quote has the potential to set the phase for this post. You might also be wondering why Anna Kournikova's picture is added here. When you finish reading this post, you will know the answer.

Almost all of us who are into the social media scene have some idea or the other about networking with people through blogs, facebook etc etc... So most of us think that we know it all. We use the services of search engines like Google to search for any information on the web and with that knowledge we talk and engage in conversations on subjects that we have no idea on.

A few months ago ,we all were talking about 2G scam. We pointed our fingers at Raja and called him a thief. How many of us really know what 2G scam is all about? If I have to make an announcement that all who do not know basic details about the 2G scam to leave this blog right away, I have to be the first person to leave. We do not know many things that happen in the background. But we are guided by the media. The NDTV and the Times Now give exact opposite views to the same news and we form our opinions based on the media views.

Coming to cricket, there are many of us who know classic details about the game. Some of us follow the game in detail and have a clear cut analysis of the game and also a great grip about the teams and players. But because of media's out-of-the-world projection every Tom Dick and Harry has started to give their opinion about cricket. I have friend Sruthi (Name not changed purposely). She is the kind of girl who watches a cricket match because she thinks that Virat Kohli is Hot. When Virat Kohli bats, she would say " Awwwww! I love his eyes". I hate it when she fails to even note the classy flick with which he would have dispatched the ball to the ropes. Instead of saying "Wow! What a shot", she would say, " I like his beard stubble". When we indulge in a cricket conversation with friends, a person like Sruthi would also be there talking nonsense.

Now we have the Lokpal bug that has bit the entire nation. All of us talk about it. How many of us know what exactly this Lokpal bill is? Anna Hazare might be a good person. But I hate the manner in which he goes on a hunger strike. Isn't it emotional blackmailing? or Should we call it a suicide attempt? People might have difference of opinion on this regard. What I respect is that he is doing it for the country. But Isn't he being a little autocratic in a democratic clothing? What if all his demands are met?

When Anna Hazare was a kid, the following might have happened

Mom : Go to school

Anna : No. I won't go to school. I will tell the teachers what to teach me.

Mom : Eat your food son

Anna : No. I am on a hunger strike

Mom : Do your homework son

Anna : No. I won't do homework.

Most of us just take a stand without even knowing the heart of the matter. Some of us might support Anna Hazare because of his radical stand. Some of us might even support him because we might hate the ruling party. Some might support the ruling party because of Brand Loyalty. It doesn't matter whom we support; What matters is this! We should be knowing Why we support someone! When we support a movement, we should also be in a position to have a detailed grasp of the subject and we should be better listeners to listen to others when they give their views. The recent Lokpal movement has generated the " I am ANNA groups" and " I am not ANNA groups" also. I am not a member of any of these two groups. I would prefer Anna Kournikova over Anna Hazare anytime. (Do I sound like Sruthi now?)

I found the following picture in a friend's facebook album. I don't own this picture. But It sure made me laugh.

Two things that made me smile are

1) The Information and Broadcasting minister. (I couldn't even imagine what would happen to our country if he becomes the I and B minister)

2) Baba Ramdev is definitely a chubby darling who can make me laugh anytime. (Don't ask me why)

Chennai is getting too horrible!!

2011-09-17T00:41:00.002+05:30

September 17 2011

Why Chennai is too horrible?

Why I admitted in the hospital??

Both the questions 'has only one answer coz.......of POSTEROPHOBIA do U know what is it???!!!

நீங்க யார்ரு?! சென்னைல என்ன பண்ணிட்டு இருந்திங்க?

உண்மைய சொல்லுங்க? உங்களுக்கு Power Starனு எப்படி பேர் வந்தது ??

உங்க உடம்புகுள்ள எப்படி இப்படி ஒரு வெறி வந்தது???

சொல்லுங்க! சொல்லுங்க!! சொல்லுங்க !!!

உங்கனால நா இப்போ hospital ல இருக்கேன் தெரியுமா?!

we will meet! we will meet!! ll meet!!! அண்ணா ஹசர்றே!!!

Seeing all these Posters in Chennai.