Jul 29, 2009

Hatred-O-Phobia ...

This post is a kind of off shoot from the post I read on Sandhya's blog. The issue is about migrants within INDIA who migrate to other states for work or studies generally do not like that city and in turn starts developing hatred towards that city. I see this as a psychological disorder and it has nothing to do with the people or the culture of that city. Almost 90% of the migrants who moved to different cities within our country leaving their home town would want to go back to their hometown if there is a chance and no one wants to live in the city where they have migrated, it very well applies to me as well ...

When I moved to Bangalore I used to hate this city to the bottom of my heart, it is just the feel that I am away from the place where I have lived for almost 28 years and suddenly when I came to this city, I just could not stand their culture, attitude and whatever these people in Bangalore do, I would make sure I find some fault or other, you won't believe, for a guy like me who was born and brought up in Chennai, the first rude shock came when I saw folks in Bangalore eat "Kesari" and "Uppuma" as breakfast, that too full of oil or ghee shining on its top and people eat plates and plates of kesari in the morning at 7:00 AM, I just could not digest that behavior, because for me breakfast is always "Pongal Vadai" or "Idly Vadai". Anything that happens which does not coincide with the image you have in your mind, is an upset to you, simple psychology rite ?

Similarly people who move to a new city will always try to compare anything and everything with their city, let it be roads or transport or traffic or food habits or entertainment, they would want to compare that with their hometown, for some the change would be refreshing and for some that change would be disgusting. Another main reason why people start hating a specific city would be because of the local language which they are not aware of, that would contribute to some amount of irritation in oneself. I would say that I am at least lucky in that aspect as most bangaloreans talk tamil as well. I still have my heart in Chennai and I cannot accept Bangalore as my home, though I am living in this city for 5 good years, I still wanted to go back to Chennai and I don’t think I can ever love this city, even if this dying city revives itself and comes back to life, I cannot stay here.

There is one to be blamed for this attitude and adapting to change is not as easy as we speak, we need to be mentally strong to adapt to changes which are against your needs and wish. In Chennai you can see tea shops and paper shops open as early at 5 in the morning, here in Bangalore tea shop opens at 8 and paper wala puts paper at 8, this city is a "Sleeping City", for a guy like me who was very active in Chennai, found it very difficult initially to accept these, if I have to drink a cup of coffee I have to wait till 8, what is the charm in reading the news paper at 9 ?? though all these may sound silly and you may ask are these reasons to hate a city, may be not from an outsider perspective, but from my perspective, yes there are the key reasons for me to hate this city and these people, because my mindset is like that. I generally don’t cry foul at public, I don’t open all these topics in front of a bangalorean and make him feel bad or provoke him to say something about my city Chennai, I tend to keep quiet and ignore these irritations.

I am not saying that his is a trend only in INDIA, this Hatred-O-Phobia is across all continents. In the US, a California folk will not like a Texas guy, In UK Middlesex folks do not like Hampshire folks, so this is there everywhere and we all need to learn to live with it.

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Jul 28, 2009

தமிழ்ச்சுவை - புதிய இணையத்தளம்

After a long debate within myself, I am herewith launching an exclusive blog for my writings in tamil in this web blog http://thamizhchuvai.blogspot.com. I have planned to pen a lot of short stories and humorous imaginations in this place. I have got very good feedback from my readers that my writing skills on tamil is much better than english and I too feel that I am much more expressive when it comes to writing in tamil, so from now on I request my readers to keep an eye on this blog and keep following me there as well. I have made some good plans to make this place as one stop shop for non-stop laughter. I would try to write as frequently as possible in this space and keep it as lively as possible, so please welcome to thamizhchuvai where there would be nothing other than nagaichuvai

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Jul 27, 2009

Gone are those Days ...

Gone are those days where I used to cry and pester my dad to get me all those lovely assorted chocolates especially one particular brand called "Ravalgon" and carefully pack all of them (just 100 gms) inside a brown paper bag and I used to count the total number of students in my class and count those ravalgon's against each name, if there would be even one piece short, I used to run to the shop and get additional ravalgon's. That is one day where dad gets me this GEMS packet and that is all what I need. The thrill of wearing color dress to school and the pride of you being identified unique amongst the other uniformed sheep’s, teachers being so kind to you that day and not punishing you for any of your silly mistakes, you going to your class and distributing those chocolates by walking across all the benches and giving that one unique smile for your crush in your class and placing that additional Ravalgon in her hand and she giving back that vibrant smile ... and you tend to see her every now and then and check if she is noticing you and admiring your new dress ? wait wait wait ... did I blabber anything here ? ;-)

I used to go in rickshaw to my school and there would be 7 co-passengers with me in that rickshaw and I start distributing chocolates right there and I will be happy to give more pieces to my rickshaw man and tell him to give that to his kids, I still remember his face and name, he is Maari and a very good person by heart, he gets me something or the other that day and that wud be his bday gift. I remember once he got me a BIG-FUN chewing gum which was 30p that time and that was the first time I got "6" runs in that inside wrapper and that too on my fav cricketer Viv Richards, I don’t know how many times I kissed him that day for that gift, but we should understand that for his meager 30 rupees salary in a month, his heart to get me a chewing gum for 30p is big. Talking about big-fun, in those days BIG-FUN is the only chewing gum which created a revolution by bringing in the inside wrappers which will have the photos of all cricketers printed on it and if he is a batsmen they will have runs against his name and if he is a bowler they will have wickets against his name, and there was a competition where we should collect 1000 runs and 100 wickets, and the prize for that was a complete cricket kit, I was mad about it, but I ended up collecting just 450 runs and 80 wickets.

As we grow we tend to go inside a shell, the days where you wanted to trumpet on the roof about your birthday has now turned out to be a secret affair, you are afraid that someone may leak your birthday to your colleagues and your team mates and they may in turn pester you for a treat and you are not so comfortable in disclosing your age etc etc. GOD only knows when such a mindset is injected into us, well, I am not scared of disclosing my age though, for that matter I am not scared of sharing any or my personal information if a need arises for me to disclose. I am proud to say that I am kissing 33 today and bidding adieu to 32, well this year for sure is one of the most productive and happiest year I have ever had on my professional front, got a wonderful job with some un-imaginable salary, nice post and desig. On the personal front tho, nothing changed, but at the same time nothing turned worse as well, so I am happy. Looking forward for a successful year this time as well, hope GOD hears this loud and clear.

As I always say, I am a GOD blessed child and I have been given everything that I have needed and at times I used to feel that most of the things that I am enjoying in this life are beyond what I actually deserve. I wish to be like this, the way I am and would want to kiss my doom without any change in my character whatsoever. I don’t know how many more years are left for me, but I would like to thank God, my family, my friends and all my blog readers from the bottom of my heart for all the support and encouragement you have been giving me all this time and I request you folks to continue the same forever. I am starting this New Year with lots of hooks hanging over my head, but I am sure I will be turning those hooks into stars and just follow my instincts. Time to just move on and the fact of getting old is making me feel nice and I am just loving it.

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Jul 23, 2009

Searching For ...

The bus came to a screeching halt on that muddy road and all the dust which were following the bus all the way, overtook the bus with a sense of victory and Sanjay was promptly tapped on his shoulder by his co-passenger saying that his stop has come, Sanjay hurried himself out with a shoulder bag and he could see a whale of change in his village which he left 20 years back, but the one thing which has not changed is the saloon shop and its owner Siddhik Bhaai. The village which has not seen electricity till he was there, the village which has not seen a phone connection for ages, the village which does not know what a TV is all about, is now brimming with life, there is a browsing center, and there are cell phones towers, and there were satellite dishes smiling on top of every house, but the serenity of the village has not lost yet. Varun pinched himself to feel the reality, but Varun has not come to this village to see the changes which have happened in the recent past, he has come there to catch-up with the past which he lost 20 years back, yes, he has come in search of his love ...

Varun walked into the street where his family used to live ages ago and the image that he had in his mind about his street did not match with the image that he is seeing in front of his eyes now, they have completely changed though some of the houses still stand the same way they did 20 years back. He recollected the names of some of his childhood friends and he tried his luck by knocking at one of the house which he thought he has spent most of the time playing with his friend Sanjay, they both were buddies and he still remember the day where the two cried buckets when he has to leave the village as his dad got transferred to the city. Varun was greeted by an old lady who shrunk her eyes and kept her right hand on her forehead as a sunshade and asked him "Who are you ? What do you want ?" Varun just did an index scan in his brain and figured out that she is none other than "Sundari Paatti" who is Sanjay's grandma. He introduced himself as Varun son of this village post master "Rajan" who vacated the village 20 years back and also he re-collected the famous incident of that village in those days where Sundari paatti worked out a plan and caught the gang of robbers who were constantly stealing rice from the paddy fields.

Sundari paatti was so happy to see her lost neighbor and she said Sanjay has gone to work and he will be at home for lunch, she asked Varun to relax and told him that he has to stay there for a week and then only go, Varun replied with a sheepish smile "So only for a week is it ?". Sanjay's mom who was out in the field came home and gave a confused look at Varun, and the confusion was eased out by Sanjay's granny by telling the entire story. She recollected the days when Varun and Sanjay would fight like street dogs but they were good friends as well. Varun was eagerly waiting to meet Sanjay after 20 years, his mind remembers Sanjay as a lefty who does everything in his left hand, he is very good in aiming marbles and his aim never missed Varun's marbles any time. Sanjay had a deep cut on his left forehead which was actually caused by Varun when they were playing, one day Varun thru a plate on Sanjay's face in a fit of rage for a petty issue where Sanjay broke Varun's cricket bat which was made out of a coconut bark.

Sanjay walked in to the house and he recognized Varun at the first sight, and his joy knew no bounds and he hugged Varun hard and he cannot believe that he is seeing his close friend after two decades. Varun touched the scar on his forehead and said "Sorry", Sanjay gave him a soft kick on Varun's tummy and said "I cannot forgive you for this" and winked. They both had their lunch together and Varun was all ears to hear out what all happened in Sanjay's life in this 20 years. Sanjay dropped out of school the same here Varun left the village, he was helping out his dad by working in the paddy fields and last year Sanjay's dad died as he was bitten by a poisonous snake while farming in the land, Sanjay then took over the charge and he is somehow managing to get two meals a day to his family, during draught seasons his family just settles with just 1 course meal. Sanjay's wife who did not peep out till then, came out when Sanjay called her to get introduced to Varun and she did not even see Varun's face, she wished him a namaste and ran inside, even her face was fully covered so Varun did not see who she is.

Varun and Sanjay went out in the evening and Varun slowly started the topic, they were discussing about the other friends who were there in the village 20 years back and the topic turned to Kaavya, Sanjay was stunned to see that Varun still remembers her, but, how can someone forget a person who saved their life. Kaavya once saved Varun from a 200 ft well, where Varun fell down by accident, though she is younger to Varun by two years, she is a bold girl, she dared to jump into the well where even elders would think twice before jumping. Varun always had a soft corner for Kaavya not only that she saved his life, he liked her innocence, attitude, character and above all her sense of sympathy to other human beings and at that age he did not know how to term their relationship and it remained as just friendship. Varun used to bring special lunch for Kaavya and he would not share that with Sanjay as well, he in fact took care of Kaavya and he always wanted to take care of Kaavya. When Varun left the village, he has left his heart with Kaavya and he recollected the secret meeting they both had on the last day where he promised her that he will come one day to this village and then will take her along with him. Sanjay always used to be a good listener so did not react to anything and just remained silent.

Kaavya would now be married right ? Varun asked Sanjay, and Sanjay said, ya she got married when she was 13 years old and she was widowed the next year, as her husband died during a local clash in the village as his rivals killed him and till date she stays all alone in her house with no one to take care of her. Varun knows that he cannot keep up the promise he gave to her but he wanted to tell her that his heart is still lingering with those good memories of the times they both spent together when they were young. Varun said, he wants to meet her now, Sanjay said, it is not a good idea to go and meet a widow in the evening and moreover the village people may attach strings to it and make it a big issue, so they both decided to go and meet Kaavya tomorrow morning. Varun was waiting for dawn and he just could not sleep, passing that night was not that easy for him. Next day morning Varun and Sanjay took a local bus and went to the place where Kaavya is staying. The house was not that big, it was a very small hut with a place for the cows to stay in the front and Sanjay called "Billu ... Billuu", and there came a voice from outside "Yes Sanjay, come in, I am busy cooking food"

Sanjay said, he has a visitor for her and she would be thrilled to meet him, Kaavya came out with a sense of excitement and was shocked to see Varun standing outside, Varun too stood frozen after seeing Kaavya and they just can't believe their eyes in what they are seeing now ...

I have too many endings coming up in my mind for this story, but I wud want to keep my readers guessing and if possible let me know what kind of an ending would be apt for this ... I am sure I am going to come back to this post and then publish my ending for this story may be by this weekend ... so till then, keep guessing and pass on your guesses as comments.

Ending

Vinay rushed towards the beach in search of that peanut vendor as he could not stand the suspense of this story, he got to read this story on the paper cone in which he was offered peanuts, Vinay could not figure out which peanut vendor sold him that cone and hence like all of us, he too could not know what the ending is, life does not gives answers to everything, at times it would leave us guessing :-)

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Jul 22, 2009

கிரகணம் ...

ஆஹா, ஆரம்பிச்சுட்டான் யா ஆரம்பிச்சுட்டான் யா, எல்லாம் என்னோட பக்கத்தாத்து மாமாவத்தான் சொல்லறேன், மூணு மாசமா கிரகணம் வரப்போறது கிரகணம் வரப்போறது என் மண்டைய ஒருட்டிண்டிருந்துது, நானும் ஆமாம் மாமா, ஆமாம் மாமா நு அதுக்கு ஜோடியா எந்த்து போட்டுண்டு இருந்தேன், அது இப்படி ஒரு சங்கடத்துல முடியும் நு நா நினைச்சு கூட பார்கலையே, இன்னிக்கு அது அடிச்ச கூத்துக்கு அளவே இல்லாம போச்சு, என்ன நடந்துது நு சொல்லறேன் கேளுங்கோ ...

சுமார் நாலு மணி இருக்கும், நானும் அசினும் ச்விச்ஸ் ல ரொமான்ஸ் டூயட் ஒன்னு போட்டுண்டு இருந்தோம் (கனவுல தான்), அப்போ "டிங் டாங் ... டிங் டாங் ... " நு ஒரு சத்தம், என்னடா கனவுல மணி அடிக்கறதே நு யோசிச்சுண்டே இருந்தேன், உடனே என் மொபைல் அடிச்சுது "மொட்ட மாமா calling ...." நு, ஆஹா, கெளம்பிட்டான்யா ... கெளம்பிட்டான்யா நு ... மண்டைய சொரிஞ்சுண்டே வாச கதவ தொறந்தேன், அதுக்கு ஏன் ஒரு கால வீண் பண்ணுவானே நு ஒரு நல்ல எண்ணம் தான்.

"என்னடா இன்னும் தூக்கம், கிரகணம் புடிக்க போறது, வா மொட்ட மாடிக்கு போலாம்"

நா மனசுக்குள்ள (கிரகணம் தான் புடிச்சுடுத்தே எனக்கு), ஆமாம் மாமா புடிக்கபோறது, செத்த இருங்கோ, பல்ல தேச்சுட்டு வந்துடறேன் ...

பல்லெல்லாம் ஒனும் தேய்க்க வேண்டாம், நம்ப என்ன டூத் பேஸ்ட் விளம்பரத்துலையா நடிக்க போறோம்

நா மனசுக்குள்ள (யோவ், உனக்கு தான் பல்லு இல்ல, எனக்குமாயா ?), அதுவும் சரி தான் மாமா, இருங்கோ என்னோட கிளாஸ், பைனாகுளர் எல்லாம் எடுத்துண்டு வரேன்

ஆமாம் டா எனக்கு பைனாகுளர் இருந்தா தான் கண்ணு செத்த பளிச்சு நு தெரியும் ...

நா மனசுக்குள்ள (ஓய், உமக்கு மூக்குகண்ணாடியே பைனாகுளர் தானே ஓய்)

ரெண்டு பெரும் கொட்டற பெங்களூர் குளுருல, தலைக்கு முக்காட போட்டுண்டு புள்ள புடிக்கறவன் மாதிரி மொட்ட மாடிக்கு போனோம், அங்க போனா ஒரு அதிர்ச்சி, ஏற்கனவே அங்க ஒரு மாமா / மாமி பஞ்ச பாத்திரம் எல்லாம் வெச்சுண்டு, மணி ஆட்டிண்டு இருந்தா (ப்ளீஸ், இது அந்த மணி இல்ல, சுவாமிக்கு அடிக்கற bell தப்பா புரிஞ்சுக்க கூடாது). ஸோ மூணு கெழம் அண்ட் திஸ் அரை கெழம் (நான் தான்) நாலு பெரும் ஆறு மணிக்கு புடிக்கபோர கிரகணத்துக்கு, நால்ட்ர மணிக்கே அண்ணாந்து பார்த்துண்டு இருந்தோம்.

ஏன் டா சதீஷ், ஒரே மூட்டமா இருக்கே, கிரகணம் தெரியும்ங்கற ? எனக்கு என்னமோ நம்பிக்கை இல்ல

நா மனசுக்குள்ள (மகனே அது மட்டும் தெரியாம போகட்டுமே, அடுத்து தவசம் தான், கிரகணம் இல்ல) வெயிட் பண்ணி பாப்போம் மாமா, எனக்கு என்னமோ தெரியும் நு தான் தோணறது.

நா திருவெல்லிக்கேணி ல இருந்தபோ இப்படி ஒரு கிரகணம் வந்துது, எல்லாரும் என்னமோ நேர்ல பாக்க கூடாது, கண்ணாடி போட்டுண்டு தான் பாக்கணும், அது இது நு பயன்துண்டே இருந்தா, எனக்கு அப்போ சின்ன வயசு, நா அதெல்லாம் நம்பலையே, போங்கடா நீங்களும் உங்க மூட நம்பிக்கையும் நு, அப்படியே கிரகணத்த நேரா பார்த்தவன் ... சேரி சேரி, அந்த தேர்த்த சொம்ப எடேன் கொஞ்சம் ...

மாமா, அது தேர்த்த சோம்பு இல்ல, மாமியோட மடிசார் முண்டு ... இப்போ தெரியறதா ஏன் கிரகணத்த நேர்ல பார்க்க கூடாது நு சொல்லரா நு ?

மணி அஞ்சு, அதே மெகா மூட்டம், சூரியன் இருக்கற திசைக்கு நேர் ஆப்போசிட்டா நம்ப திருவெல்லிக்கேணி மாமி பைனாகுளர் ல போகஸ் பண்ணிண்டு இருக்கார் ....

ஏண்டா உன் லெந்ஸொட பிக்செல் என்ன ?

பைனாகுளர் ல பிக்செலா ?? மாமா ஏன் இப்படி ஒளரி கொட்டரேழ், லென்ஸ் கு எது பிக்செல், அதுக்கு பேரு focal length

என்ன எழவோ, சொல்லி தொலையேன், எனக்கு ஒரு மண்ணும் தெரிய மாட்டேன்கறது

நா மனசுக்குள் (ஹ்ம்ம், கோமனத்த தலப்பாகா கட்டிண்டு, அரனாகயிறு ல முடிச்சு இல்ல நு சொன்னானாம்) மாமா, நீங்க பார்க்கற திசை மேற்கு, கெழக்கே பாருங்கோ

சரி போன வாரம் நா சொல்லிக்குடுத்த ஸ்லோகத்த சொல்லு பாப்போம், உன் நக்ஷதிரத்துக்கு கிரஹநம் புடிக்கறது, எங்க சொல்லு - ஓம் புஜ கஜ முஜ முகனே போற்றி ...

எனக்கு எங்க சுலோகம் ந்யபகம் இருக்கு, நம்ப அசினோட "டோலு டோலு தான் அடிக்கிறான் ... " சாங் இல்ல பாடிண்டு இருந்தோம், சேரி சமாளிப்போம் நு, நானும் எனக்கு தெரிஞ்ச ரெண்டு மூணு லைன் எடுத்து விட்டேன், மிச்சத்த அதுவே எனக்கும் சேர்த்து சொல்லிடுத்து. மணி ஆறு, கெழத்துக்கு தூக்கம் கண்ணா கட்ட ஆரம்பிச்சுடுத்து - டேய், நா செத்த கட்டாய சாய்கறேன், டைமண்ட் ரிங் தெரியரச்சே என்ன எழுப்பு ... அப்பா முருகா ... அப்படின்னு சொல்லிண்டே தூங்கிடுத்து ,,,

நானும் லூசு மாதிரி பைனாகுளர் வெச்சுண்டு தெருல போற நாயெல்லாம் போகஸ் பண்ணிண்டு இருந்தேன். காலைக்கடன் முடிக்காம வேற போய்ட்டேனா, சட்டுனு வயறு கடா முடா பண்ணிடுத்து, அதே சாக்கா வெச்சுண்டு, மாமாவ மொட்ட மாடில தூங்க வெச்சுட்டு எங்காத்துக்கு வந்துட்டேன், அப்படியே குளிச்சுட்டு, ஆபீஸ் கெளம்பிட்டேன். ஒரு ஒம்போது மணிக்கு கார எடுத்துண்டு வெளிய வரேன், ஆட்டோ ல யாரையோ ஏத்திண்டு ஒரே கூட்டம் ஆட்டோ வ சுத்தி நின்னுண்டிருக்கு, என்னடா நு விசாரிச்சா, வெறும் தரைல கெழம் தூங்கினதுனால, ஒடம்புல சில்ல்நெஸ் ஏறி, மூச்சு விட முடியாம போய்டுத்தாம் கெழத்துக்கு, கிரகணம் பார்க்கணும் நு ஆசப்பட்டாரோனோ, அதான் மேல்லோகத்துக்கு போய், க்ளியரா பார்க்கட்டுமே நு பிளான் பண்ணினேன்.

சாயங்காலம் திரும்பவும் பைனாகுலரோட சுத்திண்டு இருந்ததா கேள்வி, கிரகணம் தேடி இல்ல, என்ன தேடி ;-)

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Jul 20, 2009

You Never Grow ...

I don't know why people cannot accept change, though we all know that it is the only constant thing in this world is "Change". I happened to or rather forced to attend a family wedding sometime back and off-late I have taken an oath, not to participate in any public gatherings which involved "old maami's". Though I enjoy being single and a little proud of that as well, I feel so uncomfortable when I give my physical presence to attend marriages or any such function for that matter, every maami and maama would look at you as an exhibition doll and I somewhat felt like, people showcase you as the next candidate who is available for marriage and all the maami's and maama's will give a "avanaa-nee" kinda looks ...

I was dragged all over the mandapam and made to stand in front of all maami's and maamaa's and everyone would give a glance at me and would start the conversation by complementing my growth rate "Evvalo Periyavanaa Valarndhutaan" (How big he has grown) and one maami in particular was going ghaa-ghaa over the incident where I did "soo-soo" in her newly clad pattu saree and I felt that maami was suffering from a bad case of "Verbal Diarrhea" where she was not stop blabbering, and I just posed my "what-the-hell-he-thinks" kinda smile on my face which I have rehearsed for more than a week. The discussion went to extremes when she was sharing some private info about me to some other maami "Ivan chinna vayasula "adha" pudichunde thaan alaivaan, naa adhula katti varum nu bayamoorthina apporam thaan niruthitaan" (He used to catch "that" all the time, I told him that he will develop boils "there" then only he stopped". Satish was on top of his BP, WTF ?? Is that a topic to be discussed when that so called kid is "32" years old and standing in front of them ?

Some maama's seriously wanted to show their lost romantic ideas with me, they used to come near me and say "Hey, andha ponnu okvaadaa nokku ? chumma sollu, koocha padaadha, naa kooda saavithiri maamiya ippadi sight adichu thaan kalyaanam panninden" (Hey is that girl ok for you ? Just tell me, dont feel shy, even I married Saavithiri maami like this), by telling this, more than me, that maamaa will only be sight adichufying that girl for hours together and still continue to put the blame on me "I am seeing if the jodiporutham is ok or not", "Yaar mabbuku yaar oorgaai aaradhu" ?? Then one maamaa will become a maamaa's gang, and everyone will start looking at that girl. Maamaa's will really act funny during marriages, they will rewind 40 years back to their marriage days and will initiate a romance thread to their corresponding maami's, Once I got caught in a room where a 70 year old maama and 66 year old maami where talking romance in front of me "Nee annikku madisaar la jhammunu irundhadi kondhe" (you were looking stunning in that madisaar that day my babe), "Neenga kooda thaan panchakachathula raajaavaatum irundhel" (You too were looking like a king in that panchakacham). How long Satish can act as if he is sleeping ? and before it gets seriously wild, I coughed hard to the extent possible and played a referee role in separating those old "Love Birds"

Getting introduced in marriages is the most toughest part, one fine morning a maami appeared in front of me "naa yaaru nu kandu pudi paarpom" (Find me who I am ?), and I as usually put a "oh-no-not-again" kinda look on my face and gave her a blank stare, "Enna marandhutiyaa, naan thaan Sundari paati" (Forgot me, I am sundari Paatti) and still Satish is having this "ok-whats-the-big-deal" typa looks, and she threw the next bomb amidst of some good looking girls "Jattiye pottuka maata nee, unakku jetty podarathukulla porum porum nu aaidum" (You will never wear an underwear and it would be a tough task to make you wear one) and I heard a big round of giggles from that girls side and I felt so embarrassed, and I double checked if I have worn one that day. I just don't know how to react and was staring at that paati. Then the conventional statement of "Adutha Kalyaanam Unakku thaan" (Next marriage is yours) is another thing which puts me off the mood, and did I ever say that "Next funeral is yours" when I meet an oldie in a funeral ???. People around you always see you as a kid and they just paste that image in their brain and never wanted to come out of that. All said and done, elders are the humor part of any marriage and without them marriages would never be lively and lovely.

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Examination Hall ...

It’s time to share some of my examination hall humor in this post; and also to give an insight to my readers regarding how brilliant I was when it comes to studies. I am never a bright student in my academics, my dad actually had planned to send me to KARGIL as I always pass in border ;-)) (romba mokkaiyo ??), and every examination to me is a urine test, oh yaa, moment I see the question paper, my bladder gets filled up and there is a very interesting story that lies behind that and I will tell that at the end. This post will talk about the funniest incidents that happened during various phased of my academics, I can guarantee you folks a LOL experience after reading this. Well, my entire life is glued with humor and fun ...

I am proud to say that I was detained in my 6th std in one of the famous schools in mylapore, P.S Senior Secondary School and that is not because of I performed badly in a subject, it is purely because of the fight between my dad and that school's principal (Ms. Alamelu), due to the issue where the school refused to give answer papers to the students and the parents were called over a weekend to have a look at it, my dad who did not like this idea sent her a stinker letter thru me and that caused all the ripples, but later I continued to study there and I was allowed to move on to 7th std. The way I got admission in that school itself is a big comedy, I got first rank in the selection and that was the first and last time I got first rank in my history of schooling. I stole the pencil, rubber and sharpener of the next kid who wrote the exam with me and I told my dad that they gave me this as gift, this happened on the day entrance exam was conducted. I am still waiting to give that back to that unknown friend.

Next is 10th standard. Everyone in my family (incl me) were mentally prepared that I am going to fail, coz I was chucked out of the mathematics exam where I did not attempt even one single 10 marks question. Why did they send me out ??? Well, I was not an expert at that time to use bits and also I feared that I may forgot to take that bit out at the right time, so I had that bit right inside my geometry box and cross checked its presence every 10 minutes, when there was a news that a flying squad has come to our school, I was about to pee in my pants and in that fear, I asked my invigilator if I can keep my geometry box outside, invigilator was puzzled and she asked me, if you keep that box outside, how will you do your geometry sum's ? I did not answer to that question, but insisted that I need to keep that box outside and then will take it in after the squad leaves the campus, see how innocent I was, immediately that invigilator opened my box and took that bit out and told me - "You along with your geometry box can go out now ..." there goes the dreams of being a mathematician into the drain. But luck was on my side, without me attending any 10 marks question, I got 101 out of 200 and I cleared math’s exam. Still my dad used to pull my legs saying "We should have given that for revaluation"

Next is 12ts standard. The story is still the same but this time my family had a ray of hope that I may clear 12th, and it’s my mistake in setting that expectation as I passed 10th standard. This time again mathematics proved to be my devil and joining hands with chemistry, I was shitting bricks days before chemistry exam and there came god to my rescue, the question paper was leaked a day in advance and I mugged every damn thing and went there like a scholar in chemistry, I wrote that exam very well and came home with a sense of *pride*, just to hear the news of my world crashing on me, yeah, government of tamilnadu cancelled that exam and they said that will be re-conducted later. My cousin Sudha knows how much pressure she was in to teach me Calculus and Integration just hours before my math’s exam, she banged her head in all possible corners to teach me that subject, she was awake till 4:00 in the morning and taught me the basics which would help me clearing the exam.

Next day morning she asked me some questions and I don’t think I answered even one. Once again luck smiled at me and I was place next to the most brilliant student in my class, I thanked GOD and out of over-confidence and with some previous experience I had, I threw all the bits I had and was entirely dependent on Umamaheshewar. I was rehearsing how well I can copy, how should I sit, how should I "hiss" so that uma hears me and also giving him tips of how to keep his paper on the table so that it is visible to me, unfortunately all these rehearsals were closely watched by that school headmistress and she promptly moved me to the center row where I was the only person and all the 20 back benches’ are empty. Whatever Sudha taught me seem to have gone blank and with no bits in my hand I was sitting like a "Niraayudhapaani". My reynolds pen ran out of ink and whatever I wrote is not visible to my eyes as well, I thought I am gonna fail, but fortunately I got 88 out of 200 and came out with *flying colors*.

MCA - Discrete Mathematics & Statistical Methods - Man, even now I get nightmares as if I have not cleared that paper, I attempted 7 times in 7 years, yes, I did my MCA for 7 long years, and somehow managed to clear. Well, here comes the fun, we a gang of 6 who always fail in discrete mathematics, decided to get rid of that paper during one of our arrear attempts, we all have continuous registration numbers and we are aware of the seating arrangements at Pachayappa's College which was our exam center, we split the chapters amongst ourselves and each one of us should prepare bits for the allocated chapters and exchange it in the exam hall, we have a clue of what all could be the important questions, when you attempt a paper for 7 years, you are actually eligible to set the question paper for university. We *worked* day and night and prepared bits for all 15 mark questions and were confident in clearing that paper this time.

It was a hot summer morning we all assembled at the exam center and were teasing the other folks who were preparing hard for their 7th attempt, we all went into the hall and guess what ?? Surprise ... that day there was this M.A HISTORY exam conducted at the same center and our gang was scattered like atoms every corner of the room, what do you guys think would be the first reaction from our gang ? Shock ? Anger ? Frustration ?? naaaa, LAUGHTER, we 5 laughed out loud and that drew the attention of the invigilator and he asked - "Enna pa, romba easy yaa paper, ippadi sirikara", and I said "Idukkan vanungaal naguga, adhaan sir indha sirippu ku artham", and to add salt to our wounds, the questions were almost the same to the bits we prepared, but unfortunately we could not exchange our bits, but this time we were determined to clear that subject by some means, so we worked hard in the exam hall, all of us wrote close to 55 pages and finally decided to "CHASE" the paper and here we are MCA graduates.

Here comes the funniest incident ever. It was a rainy November season and I was appearing for my arrear exam "Computer Oriented Statistical Methods" exam, I was well prepared (seriously) and I saw the question paper and it was a cake walk to me, but this time nature played the villain’s role, my bladder was almost full and the outside rain and chill winds inside the class room made it impossible to hold, I requested my invigilator to allow me for a loo break, he being a "strict officer like shivaji" refused to allow me, before my nature call becomes a missed call I decided to walk out of the room, that "strict officer" said, "give the answer sheet and go and you are not allowed inside the class room again", Satish's future was hanging between a subject which he was confident of clearing and urine, finally nature prevailed, I decided to walk out and relieved myself and came home after 2 hours, so that my folks at home does not question me.

I always used to tell my friends that I did my bachelor's and master's degree in BITS, and everyone thinks that it is the BITS in Pilani ;-)). If you folks have any such interesting examination hall incidents, please post it on your blog, I would like Chan, Amrita, Shylu, The Rat, Chennai Girl and Manisha to do this, if they think they can do ...

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Jul 17, 2009

TGIF ...


Today is an eventful day in my life as this is the first day I had been to a pub in my life. I was having a very different view about pubs, but today's visit changed it all. I thought the atmosphere would be full of nicotine and the entire place will stink like hell, but this place TGIF is really good, and not to mention that it’s been very expensive, but the place was neat and clean and the quality of food they served was very nice. It was a party hosted by my friend for he buying a Labrador (do you need a reason for a bachelor to party ?) and it was total fun ...

We were a gang of 7, where all of them except me were married and hence I had the full rights of enjoying the beauty of some really good looking girls, I should seriously admit the fact that one girl with a green top and a jean really has stolen my heart, man, that is what I call "drop-dead-gorgeous", her dressing sense was decent and her nose was as sharp as a compass (NB: I am lost when I see a sharp nose in a girl, that really turns me on), more like me I would say ;-) I know I just cannot resist myself in seeing her again and again, but owing to the decency factor, I tried my level best to not make it so obvious ;-))). But I am sure; I would be day dreaming for at least another 1 week by thinking about her.

The atmosphere was actually electrifying and whenever a gang laughs out loud of claps or whistles, the entire pub does that and cheer them up, me being very famous during my college days for the loud whistle I blow by bending my finger on my tongue, I did that same thing there and actually caught up few friends by that, they insisted me to blow the whistle and my god, seriously that was loud. I am the one who is a tee-totaller there and hence I settled with few french fries and a juice, though my gang tried hard to make me taste the liquor, I managed well to escape. We were chatting and lauging our ass out by discussing lot of naughty things that happened in our office and I imitated my boss and got a big round of applause. Of course enjoying the beauty of the girls was going on in parallel. I rated few of them 10/10 which is a record as per my standards :)

We all said it's done by 10:00 and then I was the one who dropped most of the dozed off folks and reached home by 11:00. On the whole it was an exciting evening after a long long time. Thanks to G for hosting this party and folks are expecting a similar party from me for my birthday. Let's see ...

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Jul 15, 2009

Funniest Interview ...


I would say that I have took one of the most funniest interviews that I have ever taken in my life today. I was just LMAO after coming out of the interview. This one I took for a 4 year experienced candidate. This is for the post of an Senior Engineer and we were looking out for some one who is a master of all trade and jack of none, and to be honest that is the kind of profile I was looking for. I just could not control my laughter during the interview and at the same time I am shocked to see such resources exists in this industry. I know experience shapes a man, but in this case it has not done any change. That candidate's english was the reason for humour and I am putting it as raw as possible so that my readers can also enjoy. Non-IT folks, kindly excuse, coz most of the terms you may not be able to appreicate ...

Hi, I am Satish who is working as the Performance Architect here and I am the one who is going to hadle the technical session for you. So before we go into detailed discussion, can you just brief about yourself and what kind of role you play on a day to day basis with your current company, so that I can understand your profile a bit more.

Oh ya, I am and basically I am from Hyderabad and my house and family and wife and children's are there everywhere and I basically worked in this company for the job of Techincal Lead for the last 2 years and I work very closely with the teams and see the job and basically help all of them in the work.

It took me close to 2 minutes to decipher what he was trying to say and I asked within myself "என்ன வெச்சு காமிடி கீமிடி பண்ணலையே". I seriously could not understand what techincal task he was doing, but I still have to talk to him for another 55 minutes, and I have already rejected him after this introduction, because, I am a person who stress a lot on communication.

So can you explain me what kind of technical activities you perform with the team and what exactly is the definition of your "Techincal Lead" designation ?

Basically the problems in the our job is always there (he laughs, god knows why) and I am solved the issues which are facing the team by giving suggestions and recommendations for all the problems.

Will the be on Operating Systems or Databases or App Servers ?

That problems we dont have and I could not remind the problems that we used to get here, ya I am solving the problems in the team

By this time I have gone mad and I am about to burst out in laughter, but that guy was just sitting opposite to me and hence I controlled myself. I then continued ...

How would you rate yourself in LoadRunner in the point scale of 1 to 10 ?

LoadRunner versions you are asking ? I worked in all LoadRunners

I just could not stop the grin that escaped my lips and re-iterated the question.

10 (I am surprised by this reply)

Ok have you ever created scenarios in LoadRunner and can you tell me what are the types of scenarios we have in LoadRunner ?

Basically the LoadRunner is the tool that I using for the all the testings that we have did, all the scenarios I could not remember, it is already a long time I worked in the LoadRunner (again laughs)

WTF ? He has not worked on LoadRunner, but he is giving himself 10 ?? I decided not to ask him any further questions on LoadRunner

So are you an end user in Windows or are you an expert ?

Windows I can say I used daily and I will get expert for few more times this month

Satish head started to spin and I was saying to myself "என்ன கேட்டாலும் கொழப்பரானே, அவனா நீ ?"

So can you tell me what is a TCP/IP Chimney on a Win2K3 Server ?

He was quite for almost 4 minutes and I was going over his CV, after brief 4 minute silence, he said - "Can you repeat the question ?"

So can you tell me what is a TCP/IP Chimney on a Win2K3 Server ?

Again he went into mute and this time I dont have the patience to wait for him, so I started my next question, but ...

Can you repeate the question ? (Satish was going restless and I again said to myself - "ஏன் டா ? ஏன் ?? ஏன் என்னயவே குறி வெச்சு வரீங்க ?"

I said, that's ok, we can move on ...

No No I had the answer, but I wanted to re-ask the question once again - "ஆஹா ... கிளம்பிட்டாங்கயா .... கிளம்பிட்டாங்கயா"

He finally said - "Sorry I dont know"

I was like "இப்பவே கண்ண கட்டுதே"

So do you have any specific reason to look out for a change ? (What else I can ask to a guy who is technically 0 ?)

I had some personal problems in the native and I was not going home regularly, my wife getting angry that I am always office till night, so I wanted her to return to me in Bangalore so that I can work only little in the day time and be with home early

Is there any other reason other than your personal reason ?

Basically, the company I am working now cannot run next month, the clients are closing the company also managers are not good, I cannot worked the office never, so I wanted to change"

Then I asked, do you have any questions for me ?

Ya, basically, Misys company is world company or only the India company ? because the name says India. Pvt. Ltd that is what I am asked.

ஆண்டவா உனக்கு என் மேல கருணையே இல்லையா ? ஏன் எனக்கு மட்டும் இப்படி மாட்டுது ?

Ya we are a global company and we have offices across the globe.

Will I be the chance to go to the foreign ?

இப்படியே பேசின, நீ வீட்டுக்கே போக மாட்ட நாயே ...

No there wont be any onsite opportunities and I thank you for your time and I will upate my HR with my feedback, its been a pressure (pleasure) talking to you.

Phew, I seriously pitty that guy, but I can just offer my pity but not a job

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இப்படிக்கு ...

வெள்லேந்தியாய் பிறந்தோம் ...
சலனமிலாமல் வளர்ந்தோம் ...
கை கோர்த்து நடந்தோம் ...
மணல் வீடு கட்டி மகிழ்ந்தோம் ...
ஒரே பாயில் கண் மலர்ந்தோம் ...
திடீரென்று ஒரு நாள் பிரிந்தோம் ...
வயதுக்கு வந்து விட்ட ஒரே காரணத்தால் ...
பால்யத்து சிநேகம் தன்னை இழந்தோம் ...

- இப்படிக்கு வாழ்கை

எதையும் ஒரு முறைக்கு மேல் கேட்டு நச்சரித்த பாட்டியும் ...
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அது ஒரு அருமையான மார்கழி இரவு, சில்லென்று உடல் கீறும் காற்றும், நாசிகளை துளைத்துசெல்லும் பவழமல்லி பூவின் வாசமும், கிள்ளிஎரிந்த முழு நகத்தை போன்ற பிறை நிலாவும், மென்மையாக இதயம் வருடும் இளையராஜாவின் "நிலவு தூங்கும் நேரம், நினைவு தூங்கிடாது" பாடலும் என்னை கவந்து இழுத்துவிட்ட பொழுது அது. அந்த சுகத்திலும் என்னுள்ளிருந்த கண்ணீரை கறந்து இழுத்தது சுமதியின் முகம். விழிகளில் கசிந்த அந்த கண்ணீர்த்துளி, மெல்ல என் காதுகளின் இடுக்கில் வழிந்து, அந்த குளிர் காற்றுடன் சேர்ந்து உறைந்து போனது. நான் கேட்காமல் எனக்கு அனைத்தையும் அளித்த இறைவன், நான் விரும்பிக்கேட்ட என் சுமதியை மட்டும் எனக்கு தர மறுத்ததின் காரணத்தை தேடி அலைந்தது என் மனது...

உலகத்தில் உள்ள அனைத்து பெண்களை காட்டிலும் அழகு என் சுமதி, குட்டையான உயரமே இருந்தாலும், அவளின் கண்களில் தெரியும் அந்த ஒளியும், சிரிக்கும் போது இடக்கன்னத்தில் தோன்றும் அந்த குழியும், காற்றில் அலைபாயும் அந்த கூந்தலை அவள் இரு விரல்களால் காதுகளின் இடுக்கில் சொருகும் அந்த தோரணையும், தூரத்தில் நின்றிருந்தாலும், மெலிதாக உதிர்க்கும் அந்த குறுநகையும், என்னை கட்டித்தான் போட்டது. நான் பிறந்த பயனை எனக்கு உணர்த்தவே இறைவன் எனக்கு அவளை பரிசாக அனுப்பியதாக எண்ணியிருந்த நாட்கள் பல உண்டு. அனைவரிடமும் சிரித்து பேசும் கள்ளம் இல்லாத குணம் அவளுடையது, எதையும் எடுத்த எடுப்பில் நம்பிவிடும் குழந்தை அவள்.

எங்கள் ஊருக்கும், சுமதியின் ஊருக்கும் ஜென்ம பகை, ஆகவே அவளை முதன் முதலில் சந்தித்த அனுபவமே சிலிர்க்கும் ஒரு திரைக்காவியம் போன்றது. அந்த ஊரின் மருத்துவரின் ஒரே மகள் தான் சுமதி, வயல்களில் களை அறுக்கும் காலங்களில் மட்டும் தான் வெளியே வரும் அந்த பஞ்சவர்ண கிளி. ஒரு சமயம், அந்த மயிலின் உடல் நலத்தில் ஒரு சிறு பாதிப்பு, ஊருக்கு வைத்தியம் சொல்லும் தகப்பனால் சரி செய்ய முடியாத ஒரு தருணம். எங்கள் ஊரில் தான் பெரிய ஆஸ்பத்திரி உள்ளது, என்ன தான் பகை என்றாலும், நாங்கள் பெருந்தன்மையோடு அவர்களை எங்கள் மருத்துவமனையை பயன் படுத்த அனுமதித்தோம். அப்படி ஒரு சமயத்தில், வேறு ஒரு நோயாளிக்கு ரத்தம் கொடுக்க சென்ற நான், இந்த பைங்கிளிக்கு என் இதயத்தையே கொடுத்துவிட்டு வந்தேன்.

எங்கள் ஊர் மக்கள் நிற்பதற்கு ஒரு வரிசையும், அவர்கள் ஊர் மக்கள் நிற்பதற்கு ஒரு வரிசையும் இருப்பது தான் அந்த மருத்துவமனையில் வழக்கம், இதில் எந்த மாற்றமும் இருந்ததில்லை என்று என் தாத்தா சொல்லி அறிவேன், அதே பழக்கம் என் காலத்திலும் தொடர்கிறது. அப்படி அன்று நானும் சுமதியும் இரு வரிசையில் ஒரே இடத்தில் நின்றிருந்த பொழுது, கண்கள் வழியே எங்கள் இதயங்கள் பரிமாரிக்கொண்டட்தை எவரும் கண்டிருக்க இயலாது. காதல் வந்த பின், இமய மலையிம் சிறு துரும்பு போலத்தானே தெரியும், அப்படி ஒரு துணிவில், என்னவளின் கரம் பிடிக்க ஆசைப்பட்டது என் மனது, இரு கிராமங்களுக்கும் இடையே நடக்கும் பனிப்போர் அறிந்தும் நான் அந்த செலையை செய்ய துணிந்தது, சற்றே ஆபத்தான காரியம் தான். யாரும் பார்த்திராத அந்த தருணத்தில் என்னவளின் கை விரல்களை தீண்டியது என் கரம், அதன் பின் என் முதுகின் நடுத்தண்டில் நெருடிய அந்த கூறிய அரிவாளின் உறுத்தலால் சட்டென்று விலக்கிக்கொண்டேன், அதன் பின்னர் பஞ்சாயத்தில் மீசையை எடுத்து ஊர் அறிந்த ரகசியம்.

பலத்த எதிர்ப்புக்கு மத்தியில் ஊர் அறிய என் காதலை நான் சுமதியிடம் கூறிய பொழுது, நான் அவள் மேல் வைத்திருக்கும் காதலின் ஆழத்தை உணர்ந்தாள் சுமதி, இரு கிராமங்களின் பஞ்சாயத்திலும் எண்களின் காதல் வழக்கு தான் ஓடிக்கொண்டிருந்தது. அடித்து பார்த்தார்கள், எச்சரித்து பார்த்தார்கள், எரித்து பார்த்தார்கள், கிழித்து பார்த்தார்கள், தளரவில்லை நான். சுமதிக்கும் இதே நிலைமை தான், வெளியில் தலைகாட்ட கூட அனுமதி இல்லை, கூரைகளின் ஓட்டிகளுக்கு நடுவில் விரல் தொடும் வெளிச்சத்திலும் வாழ்கையின் ஒளி தேடியவள் சுமதி, கல் நெஞ்சகாரி, போராளி, இவை அனைத்திற்கும் மேல் அவள் ஒரு பாசக்காரி, ஊரார் தூற்றினாலும், செவி கூச ஏசினாலும், நெஞ்சில் உறம் வைத்து, காதலை வளர்த்தவள், எப்படியும் என் கரம் பற்றிவிட முடியும் என்று தீர்கமாக நம்பியவள்.

வாரங்கள் மாதங்களாயின, மாதங்கள் வருடங்களாயின, எண்களின் காதலும் வலுவானது. எண்களின் உணர்வுகளை மதித்த ஒரு ஜீவனிடம், சுமதியை ஊர் கோடியில் உள்ள அய்யனார் கோவிலுக்கு வருமாறு தூது அனுப்பினேன், சுமதியும் பலர் கண்களில் மண்ணை தூவி என்னை பார்க்க வந்தாள், வார்த்தைகளட்ட்ற அந்த மௌனத்தை விவரிக்க வார்த்தைகள் இல்லை, கண்களில் நீர் பெருக்கெடுத்து இருவருக்கும், "அய்யனார் முன்னாடி என்ன இது சின்ன பிள்ள தனமா அழுதுகிட்டு, என் ராசா அந்த அய்யனாருக்கே காவல் நிப்பாரே, அவரே அழுதா, ஐய்யனாரு சிரிக்க மாட்டாரா" என்று என்னுள் வீரத்தை ஊட்டியவள் சுமதி. மடி மீது மடி சாய்த்து, எங்களையே மறந்து இருந்த நிலையில், எங்கள் ஊரின் நுழிவாயிலில் கேட்டது அந்த மரண ஓலம், பற்றி எரிந்தது எனது மக்களின் குடில்கள். எங்கள் இருவரின் இணக்கத்தை கண்ட துரோகி ஒருவன் செய்த ஈன செயல் அது.

கண்களில் வடிந்த நீரை துடைத்தவாறு சொன்னாள் சுமதி "மாமா, வாழ்ந்தா ஒன்ன வாழுவோம், செத்த ஒன்ன சாவோம், நமக்காக எந்த உசுரும் சாக வேண்டாம், இப்பவே இந்த ஊற விட்டு ஓடி போய்டலாம்" அனைத்திற்கும் துணிந்தவாறு இருவரும் ஊர் எல்லையை நோக்கி ஓட துவங்கினோம், இரு பக்கத்திலிருந்தும் பெருக்கெடுத்து மனித அலைகள், நாளை என்ற நாளே இல்லாதது போல் ஓடினோம், வெறி கொண்டு துரத்தியது மதி இழந்த மனித மிருகங்கள், என் கையை விட்டு பிரிந்து ஓடிய சுமதி, ஒரு கணம் வீரிட்டு அழுதபடி என்னை வந்து அணைத்துக்கொண்டாள், அவள் ரவிக்கையின் நிறத்தை சிவப்பாக மாற்றியது அவள் முதுகெலும்பில் சொருகி நின்றிருந்த அரிவாள் ஒன்று, அதை பிடுங்கி எறியக்கூட சக்தி இல்லாதவனாய், வாய் விட்டு அலறி அழுத படி நான். இந்த ரணம் அனைத்தும் காட்சியாக ஓடிக்கொண்டிருந்த அந்த ஒரு மார்கழி இரவில், என் கண்ணீருடன் கலந்தது அந்த மார்கழி மாதத்து அதிசய மழை, அவை இரண்டையும் துடைக்கக்கூட இயலாதவனாய், வெறித்து பார்த்தேன், கை இழந்த என் உடலை.

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You and I ... In this Beautiful World ...

Sindhu just could not get out of the shock that she was proposed by one of her very good friend, she tried to convince herself that it is a natural thing, but her heart refused to get convinced, "How come someone who knows me very well can do this for me" is the question she was asking herself again and again. Shiva and Sindhu were very close friends, they know each other from her NIIT days, Sindhu felt very comfortable with Shiva right from day one, she considered him to be one of her best friends, she shared almost everything under the sun with him, Shiva is a very good listener, quite an opposite character to Sindhu, he never gets tensed or excited, he is calm and composed. Shiva too felt nice in being with Sindhu, he had a secret crush on her right from day one, but he never exposed that out ...

Sindhu is a good looking girl and she would be an obvious choice for any guy, she is an extrovert too. Lot of guys wanted befriend her but she preferred to hand pick her circle and obviously she would maintain a distance, but with Shiva she took a more liberty and diluted her stance, she used to call him whenever she goes out for shopping, most of the weekends Sindhu would expect Shiva to come with her and give her company, and Shiva used to acknowledge all her requests and be with her whenever she wants him to. May be I fueled the fire, Sindhu told herself, all the more Shiva is not a bad person to choose, he is a smart individual who works in a big company that too in a respectable position, still why am I not able to accept him, Sindhu's mind had a tug-of-war inside and she screamed "enough is enough".

Life at times throws tantrums at us and sometimes it will be beyond its limits where we would not be able to tolerate, Sindhu who is on the verge of getting engaged to Srikanth next week, did not expect this proposal to come to her as a shocker, in fact Sindhu updated every move from her side to Shiva right from the day both of their horoscopes came for matching, she shard Srikanth's photo with Shiva and asked him his sincere opinion, though she failed to sense this under motive when Shiva said, Srikanth and she do not make a match, as Sindhu always liked Shiva's frank opinions, she just took this statement that way as well. Already Sindhu is in a confused state of how she can marry someone who she does not know anything and even wonders how arranged marriages are the most successful than love marriages, considering the fact that the understanding factor is more in love marriages. But Sindhu was convinced that Srikanth is a nice guy and told Shiva that she is going to marry him.

Sindhu looked like a ball of emotions, she decided to call up Shiva and then vent all the anger on him, but that's the time she got a call from one of her common friend saying, Shiva has been admitted in the hospital as he attempted suicide. Sindhu's world came down crashing and the feeling of guilt and anger fueled the tear glands to work out more than normal. Sindhu rushed to the hospital to see Shiva, after all he is her best friend. Shiva's mother was shell shocked and she has no clue of why Shiva has to attempt such a stupid thing, she knows that both Sindhu and Shiva are very close, so she was desperate to get an answer from Sindhu, but how can she say that she is the reason for driving Shiva to take such an extreme step. Sindhu stood there like a rock. Doctors run here and there and the frequent opening and closing of the ICU room and nurse's asking from some medicines which nobody has ever heard off. Hospital scenes may be enjoyable in cinemas but in real life they are not that easy to be appreciated. Sindhu felt as if all her blood has drained out.

Shiva's mom told Sindhu that he looked visibly upset for the past 15 days, he did not speak out his mind to me as well, but he was telling me that "Why GOD always tests good hearted people", and when I asked why, he told me that he is unable to help one of his friend who is into some serious trouble but did not tell me what the real issue is. Sindhu too is clueless of what that could be, as Shiva did not tell anything about that to her and there are hardly any friends in their circle who is known to either of the one, almost all their friends are common friends, Sindhu thought that he could not disclose the real reason to his mom and hence he gave such an confusing answer. When they were talking, the doctors came out of the ICU and gave the good news that Shiva is out of danger, Sindhu's happiness knew no bounds and she was jumping in joy, the anger quotient has now vanished.

She told Shiva's mom that she will go and pay the initial fees and then come and meet Shiva, when she was standing in the queue, the local news channel flashed - "Techie from Bangalore has cheated more than 25 girls and married as many as 20 people", Srikanth was dragged by the city police and he was pushed inside the van, amidst of ladies throwing sand at him and spitting on his face, Sindhu could now recollect those statements uttered by Shiva to his mom, Shiva must have known something about Srikanth but he failed to convince her. Sindhu rushed into the ICU and Shiva did not have the guts to face her, Sindhu sat next to him and with a gentle weave with her fingers on his hair, she was about to say something, but then her mobile sung "You and I ... In this Beautiful World ..."

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Jul 11, 2009

Story Behind my Name ...


Lots of folks have asked me if I am a person who belong to that particular religion after seeing my name as "Bhaashaa" and I think still lots of folks think that I am from that religion. Just to clear some air here, I just wanted to put this post. I have been nick named as "Bhaashaa" since 1995 as that was the time when super star's movie "Bhaashaa" got released. Me a fanatic of Rajinikanth I actually started living as Bhaashaa for the rest of the college days, I used to walk like Rajini, I used to see like Rajini, and in short I lived like a person called Rajini. My college is very close to Satyam Theater in Chennai, and on the first day - first show of Bhaashaa movie, our gang was all ready to welcome our thalaivar's new movie flick and this is how the scene unfolded that day 14 years back ...

Around 43 members gathered outside Satyam theater and me being a known person to that manager in Satyam, I was given a red carpet welcome to get the first 50 tickets for Bhaashaa in Satyam and at that point in time I was the hero in my gang, as I told my readers before, Satish underwent so many changes in him, being a nonsense blabber to a very quite child to a crowd puller to a stage comedian, well, it’s a real see-saw ride my life is and today too GOD has blessed me to be a crowd puller, and thanks a ton for those golden days I have spent in my college, that's when I realized that I too have some sense of humor and that led me all the way to get the "Best Humorist Award" for 4 consecutive years in the competition conducted by "The Humor Club International" and I was blessed to receive award from the jaambavan's of humor like, Nagesh, Mouli, Kaathaadi Ramamoorthi, Sve Sheker, and Crazy Mohan. Ok ok ... enough of "self-trumpeting you idiot, don bore your readers like this ..."

So we gave a complete milk abhishekam to our thalaivar's cut out and that was broadcasted across all news channels in tamilnadu and for those who would have thought that time "Are these maniac's or fools or stupid’s" I was one among them. The first opening song "Naa autokaaran autokaaran ..." where our thalaivar comes into the frame by breaking a pumpkin on his head, we went literally ballistic and were screaming on top of our throat "Thalaivaaaaaaaaa ... Thalaivaaaaaaaaaaaa" the very good thing in that show is, there were no girls in that theater and generally girls will not come for a first day first show, that too for a Rajini movie. So we removed our shirts and started running towards the screen, and lit camphor to our demi-god and came back to our seats. One thing I have to mention here is, next to the movie, our gang was the next entertainment, everyone just loved our actions, we were never a VULGAR unit, so we were decent in whatever we did and made sure that we don’t disturb others.

I still remember the scene where Anandraj ties Rajinikanth to a pole and beats him, at that time we were all damn angry and one of my friend broke the Pepsi bottle in his hand after seeing that, I was fuming in anger and I just wanted to kill Anandraj there, and the director Suresh Krishna gave all of us a welcome treat by keeping another scene where thalaivar Rajini trashes Anandraj in that same pole, you guys won't believe, our blood, nerves everything reenergized after seeing that scene, we were thumping as if INDIA won the world cup in Cricket against Pakistan. The flashback sequence in that film was simply awesome and another scene where Rajini goes to the college and gets his sister a doctor seat and that college principal sweating and shitting bricks, man, man, man ... Satish was not in this world at that time, I seriously wished I could have died then and there, that one movie of Rajini is all that we want till he retires from the cine industry.

At the end of the movie we all went to the stage with a pumpkin, we lit camphor on that ... we broke that there, we danced near the screen for "Autokaaran" song which they played at the end, that was the first and last time I danced in my life. While coming out we all had a terrible throat, we all could barely speak, there was this SUN TV reporter who asked me how the movie was, with a broken voice I said "Thalaivaa nee vaazhga, Indha oru padam podhum enga thalaivaroda pera sollarathuku" and that got broadcasted the same week in Sun TV. The next day for college, I went with a Kaakhi pant and Kaakhi shirt, I was metamorphosed to Maanikam (Rajini's name in that movie) and when someone rubs me, I turn as Bhaashaa ;-)). I was good in imitating that action of Rajini in that movie where he whips his right hand fore finger and that goes with an "Ushhhh" sound, I do that with ease and from then everyone in the college know me as Bhaashaa and not as Satish, and still most of my college friends call me by that name.

I re-lived those moments in my memory by watching that movie in my DVD and I told myself that "Satish, you can never go back to college days" the one period in my life which I wanted to go back and re-live once again, even if I have to clear my mathematics arrear once again.

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Jul 9, 2009

A Photo and Its Story ...


Not sure why, but this snap is a very special one to me. It is the view of my HALL in my apartment. I don’t know if any other moment in my life would have given me such a great pleasure, other than the moment I got this huge flat in Bangalore. I was all excited about my first big house which I got out of my earnings, though the amount was quite high when I bought this flat compared to the salary I was drawing at that point in time, but I could see the happiness in my dad's face and also a sense of pride, well, I have a story behind that as well ...

I was never a great kid during my school, I am not that good at studies and I always used to fail in all the subjects, well, that is what is my potential at that time, what can I do, my mom and dad used to fight over this and my house would be more like a war zone on the day I show my report card to my dad, he was terribly worried about my future, though I did not pick up any bad habits or bad company of friends, I was still a problematic child to my dad and mom. When other kids in my locality and in my family used to get 1st rank and lots of prizes in school, they would have felt very bad that I am a dumb idiot, yes, seriously I was an idiot till my 12th standard (believe me) and it does not mean that I am a genius now, I am still an idiot, that's a different story.

God only knows when he injected the responsibility in me, may be after my mom's demise, I changed completely, I used to be a talkative kid, who blabbers nothing other than nonsense, I had lots of bad manners like stealing something and hiding it somewhere inside the house and enjoy the scene of the entire house searching for that (quite cynical rite?) and I used to tell lots of lies, for every cheap thing, but I changed completely, may be the shock of my mom's death left me speechless, well quite a heavy loss though, but that brought in a world of change in myself, my attitude, my behavior, my speech everything, I became extremely silent and I would hardly utter a word to anyone, that energy was diverted into studies once again in my college, but again, I could not shine, I was a very average student, I struggled a lot to complete my B.Sc. I too lost hope on myself and my future.

That was the time when "computers" were the buzz word, it wat that time where NIIT's and APTECH were minting money like crazy, I would say that I got curious to know what a "computer" is, I asked my dad if he can join me to a computer course, and during that time the fees for NIIT was 45,000 (in 1994), my dad was not earning that much, he would probably be earning 10000 a month, not sure, he hesitated a lot as he knows that I am a stupid when it comes to studies, and he was not ready to invest that amount of money on me (even I would have done the same thing), but later he changed his mind and this "mother less child" sentiment kicked in, and he told me that he will pay the fees for NIIT, not sure where and all he begged to get that money, and me without knowing anything about that happily joined NIIT and that's the real turning point of my life.

God did not shut all the doors for me, he actually made me a whiz kid in computers and today I am an Architect in a leading product company, have travelled length and breadth of the globe. I have got my dad everything he asked for, I am now taking care of him in every possible way I can. I know he sacrificed his entire life for me and I felt it is my duty to take care of him. Whenever I see him sitting in that big HALL and watching that LCD TV and listening music in that BOSE music system, I feel so proud of myself and I thank GOD for every bit of happiness he has given me, so this house is so special to me and it always gives me a sense of pride that I have achieved something in my life. The so called friends who were actually studying well at that time would probably be earning peanuts, when compared to my income, I am not saying this out of head weight or over confidence, I am saying this to emphasize a point that "GOD knows what to give and when to give to an individual" so just believe in him, and accept whatever he gives, things would automatically fall in place.

I thank Amrita for giving me an opportunity to speak my heart out here.

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Jul 8, 2009

குழந்தை பேசினால் ...

வாசகர்களின் மேலான வேண்டுகோளுக்கு இணங்க, எனது பழையதொரு படைப்பை இங்கே தமிழில் மொழி பெர்யத்துள்ளேன். இது நான் வெகு நாட்களுக்கு முன்னதாகவே செய்திருக்க வேண்டிய ஒரு வேலை, அதை இன்று செய்கிறேன். எனது வாசகர்களுக்கு இது புதிதாக இருக்காது, ஆனால் என் புது வாசகர்களுக்கு இது சுவையானதாக இருக்கும் என்று நம்புகிறேன்...

நான் எனது நெருங்கிய நண்பன் ஒருவன் வீட்டிற்கு சென்றிருந்தேன் அவனுக்கு தெய்வத்தின் மறு உருவமாய் அழகானதொரு ஆண் குழந்தை உள்ளது, அவனுக்கு இரண்டு வயது தான் ஆகியிருக்கும், நல்ல அழகான முகம், கொழு கொழுவென்று கன்னங்கள், திராட்சை பழம் போல கரு விழி, அவருக்கும் அவனை அள்ளி ஆசை தீர முத்தம் கொடுக்கவேண்டும் என்று தான் தோன்றும். அவன் என்னை பார்த்த பார்வையிலேயே எனக்கு புரிந்து விட்டது அவன் என்ன நினைக்கிறான் என்று - "இத நம்போ போன வாரம் ஜூ ல பார்த்தோமே, அது ஏன் வீட்டுக்கு வந்துருக்கு". முதலில் என்னிடம் வர தயங்கியவன், பின்னர் நான் அவனுக்காக வாங்கிச்சென்ற கார் பொம்மையை பார்த்ததும், எனக்கும் அவனுக்கும் பல வருடம் நட்பு இருப்பது போல், என்னிடம் ஒட்டிக்கொண்டான், சரி, மனிதனின் "லஞ்ச" வெறி ஆரம்பிக்கும் காலம் இது தான் என்று புரிந்து கொண்டேன்.

என் நண்பனின் மனைவி, தன் மகனின் அருமை திறமைகளை காட்சியிட வேண்டும் என்று தீர்மானித்து விட்டார் போலும், பாவம் அந்த பிஞ்சை போட்டு பாடாய் படுத்தி விட்டார், மாமாக்கு கண்ண காட்டு, மாமாக்கு மூக்க காட்டு, மாமாக்கு தொப்பைய காட்டு என்று படிப்படியாக கீழே வந்தார், நல்ல வேலை அவர் மேலும் கீழே இறங்கும் முன், நான் கிளம்பிவிட்டேன், பாவம் அந்த பிஞ்சு என் முன் ஆடி பாடி, படாத பாடு பட்டுவிட்டது. அப்பொழுது என் மூளைக்குள் ஒரு பொறி தட்டியது, வாய் பேச்சு வராத குழந்தை, இந்த கூத்தை எல்லாம் பார்த்து, தன் மனதுக்குள் என்ன பேசிக்கொள்ளும் என்று, அப்படி சிந்திக்கையில் தோன்றியது தான் இந்த தொகுப்பு.

அப்பா: டேய் மாமாக்கு குட் மார்னிங் சொல்லு மா ...

பாப்பா: டேய் நாதாரி, சாயங்காலம் 7 மணிக்கு எந்த லூசாவது குட் மார்னிங் சொல்லுமாடா ?

விருந்தாளி: என்னடா முழிக்கற ... குட் மார்னிங் சொல்லு எனக்கு ...

பாப்பா: எங்க அப்பன் தான் லூசு நு நினைச்சேன், நீயும் லூசாடா ? டேய் சொட்ட நாயே, நீ முன்ன பின்ன குட் மார்னிங் கேட்டதே இல்லையா ?

அப்பா: ஹே, மாமாக்கு கண்ணு எங்க நு காட்டுடா செல்லம் ...

பாப்பா: ஏன், அந்த போட்ட நாயிக்கு அது தெரியாதா ? யோவ் இதெல்லாம் ஓவரு ... சொல்லிட்டேன்

குழந்தை கண் எங்கே இருக்கிறது என்று காட்டுகிறது ...

விருந்தாளி: கை குடு ... கை குடு ... சூப்பெரா காட்டிட்டியே ... குட் பாய் ...

பாப்பா: ஆமாம், நாங்க இவருக்கு NASA ல இருக்கற ராக்கெட்ட காமிசுட்டோம் பாரு, மூதேவி

அம்மா: செல்லம், மாடு எப்படி மா கத்தும் ...

பாப்பா: ஹ்ம்ம், வாயால தான், இது என்ன கொஸ்டின், ராஸ்கல் ...

விருந்தாளி: நோக்கு மாடு மாதிரி கூட கத்த தெரியுமா ?

பாப்பா: டேய், நீயே ஒரு எரும மாடு ... உனக்கு நா மாடு மாதிரி கத்தி காட்டணுமா ? ... விட்டா பால் கறந்து காட்ட சொல்லுவா போலருக்கே ...

குழந்தை ... மாடு போல கத்தி காட்டுகிறது ... ம்ம்ம்மாஆஆ

விருந்தாளி: அப்பொறம் வேற என்ன எல்லாம் செய்ய தெரியும் குட்டிக்கு ?

பாப்பா: நார பயலே, சும்மா இல்லாம எடுத்து வேற குடுக்கரியா ? பரதேசி ... எங்க அப்பன் லோலாய்தனம் தாங்க முடியாதே ...

அப்பா: குட்டிமா ஆடு எப்படி மா கத்தும் ?

பாப்பா: அய்யய்யோ, விட்ட டிஸ்கவரி சானெல் ல வர எல்லா மிருகம் மாதிரியும் கத்தி காட்ட சொல்லுவாங்க போலருக்கே ... ஆண்டவா என்ன காப்பாத்து ...

விருந்தாளி: ஒ, நீ ஆடு மாதிரி கூட கத்துவியா ?

பாப்பா: நா ஆடு மாதிரியும் கத்துவேன், கழுத மாதிரி கூட மிதிப்பேன், வேணுமா ?

குழந்தை ஆடு போல் கத்துகிறது ... ம்ம்மேஆஅ ... ம்ம்ம்மாஅஏஎ ...

பாப்பா: யோவ், இவளோ நேரம் நீ சொன்னதெல்லாம் செஞ்சேன், ஆனா இத மட்டும் செய்ய சொல்லாத, இந்த பண்ணிக்கேலாம் கை குடுக்க முடியாது ... ப்ளீஸ் ...

அம்மா: கை குடுடா செல்லம் ... (கொஞ்சம் வெக்கம் அவளோதான் ...)

பாப்பா: அய்யோ என்ன யாருமே புரிஞ்சுக்க மாட்டீங்களா ? இந்த மாமா மூச்சா போயிட்டு கையே அலம்ப மாட்டாரே, இவருக்கு நா எப்படி கை குடுக்கறது ?

குழந்தை கடைசி வரை கையே குடுக்கவில்லை ... புத்திசாலி குழந்தை அது ...

அம்மா: சரி ... தாத்தா எப்படி மா உம்மாச்சி கும்புடுவா ?

பாப்பா: உம்மாச்சி கிட்டயே போய் சேர போற தாத்தா எப்படி உம்மாச்சி கும்புடுவா நு கேட்கறியே, இது உனக்கே நல்லா இருக்கா ?

அப்பா: உம்மாச்சி ... காப்பாத்து .... (எடுத்து குடுக்கராங்கலாம் ...)

விருந்தாளி: தாத்தா உம்மாச்சி கும்பிடும் பொது, நீ தான் மணி ஆட்டுவியா ?

பாப்பா: டேய் சொட்ட நாயே ... நா ஜெட்டி போடாட்டி ... எப்பவுமே மணி தான் டா ஆட்டுவேன், கில்மாவா கொஸ்டின் கேட்காத ...

குழந்தை "உம்மாச்சி ... காப்பு ..." என்று மழலை தமிழில் சொன்னது ...

அப்பா: சரி டா செல்லம் ... மாமாக்கு "பல்லேலக்கா ... பல்லேலக்கா" பாட்டு பாடி காட்டுமா ...

பாப்பா: ஆமாம், இவரு பெரிய A R Rehman, நா பாடி காமிச்சா, உடனே எனக்கு அவரோட அடுத்த படத்துல சான்ஸ் குடுத்துட போறாரு ...

விருந்தாளி: பல்லேலக்கா ... பல்லேலக்கா ... சேலத்துக்கா ... (பாடி காட்டறாரு ...)

பாப்பா: ஐயோ ... தாங்கல ... நீ பாடாத ... கழுதை குசு விடறா மாதிரி இருக்கு ... SPB என்ன அழகா பாடிருப்பாறு தெரியுமா ...

குழந்தை ... பல்லேலக்கா ... பல்லேலக்கா ... தேலதுக ..." என்று மழலை மாறாமல் பாடி காண்பிக்கிறது ...

விருந்தாளி: அட தங்கமே ... என்ன அழகா பாடற நீ ... மாமாகிட்ட வா டா தங்கம் ...

பாப்பா: மகனே ... உன்னால தானே எங்க அப்பனும் ஆத்தாளும் ... என்ன அந்த கொடுமை படுத்தினாங்க ... இந்தா வாங்கிக்கோ .... உச்ச்ச்ச்ச்ச்ச்ச்ச்ச்ஸ்

குழந்தை சூடாக ஒரு ஒண்ணுக்கை மாமா மேல் இறக்கியது ...

அம்மா: அட குட்டி, மாமா பாண்ட் ல சூ சூ போய்ட்டியா ? சமத்து டா நீ ...

குழந்தை அதே "பல்லேலக்கா ... பல்லேலக்கா ... தேலதுக " என்று பாடிக்கொண்டே தன் அறைக்குள் ஓடி மறைந்தது ...

சூ சூ வாங்கிய மாமாவின் முகம் சுருங்கியது ...


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Jul 5, 2009

FedEx the Match ... Andy the Heart


Never knew that a game can be so cruel at times. What an epic final this was, Andy Roddick and Roger Federer, right from the word go, this match promised to be a five setter and watching for close to 5 hours is worth every second. Federer was not all that great I would say in this final, he was pretty shaky, but Andy Roddick was solid like a rock, during the epic 14-16 setter, Andy was spitting lava during the initial stages, poor guy was waiting for a break point, but that never came. I am stunned to see the stamina levels of this top class professionals, it is not an easy joke to server at 135 MPH for a continuous 5 hours and these folks did that with ease...

I was skeptic after the first set if this game would last for a five setter, but Roger came back strongly and he was even more stronger to get the third set to make it 2-1, but Andy charged himself and came back with a stunning performance of 6-3 for the fourth set and stayed on for the title. Roger's fore-hand's collapsed during the 5th set and I thought he was out of sorts, but some of his trade mark cross court shots were truly awesome and not to forget the number of ace's he put, wow, it's 50 in this final. Andy was phenomenal in all departments of the game, he seriously gave Federer the run for his money, but unlucky chap, missed kissing the cup by a whisker. This is what I would call as an edge of the seat performance and I am sure we may not see many great Wimbledon finals like this

Today it was a star studded attendance at the center court, right from Sachin Tendulkar to Pete Sampras, Brian Borj, Rod Laver, McEnroe, Gallore (Liverpool Coach) and the darlings of Andy, Roger and Pete. The presentation ceremony was actually emotional to me, my heart goes for Andy and the way he controlled his tears was awesome and also he could manage to crack a joke by looking at Pete saying "Sorry, Pete I tried my best to pull him off, but couldn't", he displayed true sportsmanship and I am sure, he will one day clinch this cup and make us all happy. Seriously I would have been happier if Andy would have won this title, coz he deserved that today and he was a far better player than Roger Federer in this epic final. 2009 Wimbledon won by Roger Federer and Andy won a million hearts. Don worry Andy, it's just a game and thanking you from the bottom of my heart for providing such an entertainment.

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Our Country's Devils ...


This article is mainly targeted a particular person and a particular community of this county and I am not afraid to put my views blunt on this post. I am an equally responsible citizen of this country and I will be happy if my post changes the mind of few responsible citizens like me and that would do for me...

Varun Gandhi:

If there could be one shameless soul that still exists in Gandhi's family it would be Varun Gandhi. He is one idiotic politician India has ever seen, yeah I could hear a chorus screaming "All politicians in India are idiots", but this guy is a distilled idiot. Look at his face ? He looks like a white rat living inside drainage for years. Entire nation knows the venom he spewed over the harmony of this scared country, that fcuker tried to divide the citizens of this country in the name of religion which is such a damaging thing to our country. I was fuming when the politicians claimed that video of Varun to have been doctored, but luckily the court ruled that out and proved that it was the speech of that living devil. The one and only reason for BJP to lose this election miserably was only because of that devil's speech.

This same Varun Gandhi performed pooja's during the election time claiming that he is cleansing his soul as he happened to touch people who are not Hindu’s during the election rally. Media for a change did a very god cover-up in this case and they did not speculate further. What an atrocious act was that ? What the hell he thinks about the people of India ? He is a poisonous snake and he needs to be eradicated and that is what the don from Mumbai is planning to do and now that drainage rat is shitting bricks. That fcuker is crying in front of the media, he is trying to hide himself behind his mom's saree, and her mom is appealing to the government to save him. WTF ? Let him face the music, he is a person who deserves corporal punishment and if GOD willing to give that, we are happy.

Kannada Rakshana Vedhike:

I am not sure how many people are aware of this jerk of a society which claims to protect the language Kannada and the values of Karnataka and stuffs like that. They are one more Thackeray’s who dawn the saffron and do rowdiyism. Yesterday they have attacked all the north Indians in Mysore and Bangalore and stopped them from writing their exams, and the reason for that is to protest the judgment given by the Supreme Court saying "Kannada" cannot be the 1st language in schools and that has to be an option for the students to choose and that cannot be FORCED. Well, makes sense rite ? All the bus numbers, road signs and every damn thing is in kannada and makes the life of an outsider like me HELL. This set of people from the Kannada Rakshana Vedike are shameless, brainless, senseless, restless, useless fcuking people, they are as dangerous as a Lakshar-e-Taiba, Al-Quaida or the other so called terrorist organizations.

This group has to be completely eliminated from this state and they all should be hanged to death. They are spoiling the peace of this state and they are making themselves as fools and jokers by doing all these stupid acts. Shutting down theaters which screen Tamil movies, Burning effigy of people who do good to this nation and stuffs like that, if you look at them, all resemble monkeys and insane people, and I am surprised why the judicial system is not bringing any stringent laws to curtail such anti-social elements who corrupt our nation and spoil the peace. This is why we need YOUTH to come into power to save this corroding country. I wish I make up my mind one day and jump into this nasty drainage and clean as much as I can.

The views presented in this post are purely mine and if it would have hurt the sentiments of a particular community or a caste or a religion, I CARE A DAMN.

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Jul 3, 2009

Gay Ho!! Gay Ho!!

This is such a sensitive topic to debate but blogs are there to express your views in the way we want rite ? So here is my view on this latest talk of the country "Homosexuality is not a Crime". To be frank, I too never termed that under the category "Crime", I was putting it under the category "Shame". India being a country with true values mixed with tradition and culture, homosexuality is not acceptable, why do you think the British laid this rule in our country 149 years back when they ruled INDIA ? They valued our culture and our style of living ? In their country they do not have a chance to correct that shame as the new term "gay" was already in practice in their country ages ago...

I again don’t pin this sect of people who claim to have physical pleasures with the same sex, though it is one of the primary motives. So what charm they get when they claim themselves as GAY ? That too in a society where majority of folks are still wanting to maintain a distance with a gay. I was actually shocked to see the visuals which were flashed on the news channels when this verdict was given, there were smooching, hugging, kissing between the people of same sex. There is always a subtle difference between being "broad-minded" and being "cautious". Being broad-minded does not mean that I can walk on the roads nude and claim, that's the way we all were born and what is the problem if I shed my clothes now ? That is stupidity. If you notice the number of people who took on to the streets for a rally to support homosexuality, the count is not even in 100s, and I just don’t know what point they have proved to the society by winning this verdict.

One gay is telling that it is his personal victory against his own family and he is happy now, WTF ? Family is much more important that anything in this world, for whom we earn for whom we work for whom we slog ? It’s all for our family rite ? What is the use of you winning something against your family ? Today you may be hale and healthy to give an interview on news channels, as you grow old, neither his gay partners nor his family is going to come and support him, being all alone at your old age is actually the best punishment GOD can give to anyone. There was this news on one of the newspapers, a dad was shocked to see his daughter in the rally and he got a heart attack and he collapsed. Is fighting for your GAY rights more valuable than your dad ? We as a country are valued just for our traditions, culture and the humanity we Indians have on others, if these values were to be lost, take it from me, INDIA has nothing great to boast off

It is not that homosexuality is legal now in our country and people can do their acts in public, a shame is always a shame, and still they are going to be looked as a creature in this society who everyone wanted to maintain a distance from them. This verdict passed by the high court and their victory celebrations are more like peeing against the wind. I would not move with a person if I come to know he or she is a GAY, that is strictly against my values and sentiments.

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