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I wish I could have died today ...

I wish I could have died today, seeing this one innings from GOD Sachin Tendulkar is enough to be proud of my life time and it has given every meaning for my birth. What we all witnessed in Gwalior today, is nothing but the demonstration of what will happen if GOD decides to go on a rampage. I should admit and be proud to say that, till date, I have not missed even one single century stroke of God Sachin, let it be one day or test matches. Today's innings of GOD Sachin would have proved all his haters (who to me are not human beings) and critics (who to me are stupid’s who does not have brains the size of their balls) that they are wrong and if they still continue to hate GOD Sachin, they are not eligible to say they are INDIANs.

I was at office doing a sickening work and honestly what I was doing is checking the scores on the internet and the way GOD Sachin started the innings, something flashed in my mind that GOD is up for some massacre and he may hit his 46th one day ton (Folk…

Yippee!! It's Summer ...

Yippeeee, it's time for one of my favorite season of all times "summer". Summer always brings in loads of cute memories to all of us and for me it brings a whole new world. It reminds me exams, long walks to my school on the road filled with trees on both sides and those trees spreading a beautiful aroma, my unscheduled cricket matches, raw mango, sweat, early morning alarms to study, summer holidays etc etc. I been born and brought up in Chennai, all I know was hot, hotter and hottest types of Summer and hence there is no way I can crib on heat or sweat and surprisingly, I love sweating like a pig. During the times of my good old cricketing days, I wud be the only person, who refuses to wear a wrist band which is primarily used to wipe the sweat, I love when sweat trickles from my forehead on to my cheeks...

Summer is the time where one can do anything they want, if they are not so bothered about the heat, and for folks like me, studying is the next worst thing to commit…

A Different Tag

Here is a very different tag, tagged by Shylu and it is a very different one. I enjoyed writing this and thanks to her for tagging me.
1. A write-up on a kind gesture that someone had done for you which left you speechless
I was working with a colleague in Oracle, he must be 40 years and plus. He had a pretty trouble family life, his wife had breast cancer, his first daughter is autistic by birth and her second kid (son) is blind. He worked with me in the same team and most of the days when he cannot come to work or do work from home, I used to do his task as well and will update him. He was sitting 3 cubicles away from where I sit, and whenever there is a "comedy show" performed by me, there will be a big crowd near my seat. I used to mimic all the managers and make some serious fun, and whenever there is a huge laughter in my cubicle, my manager himself know that I am making fun of him and most of the times he too wud join the party. So when I decided to quit Oracle, and on …

Swami Saranam ...

What a memorable trip I had, every bit of this trip was so fascinating and entertaining. This being the first time I am going to "Shabari Malai" I was extra cautious in adhering to the protocols and discipline; I know the GOD who is sitting in between those 5 hills is one powerful source who can punish you instantly. I was all excited on the day I took my train to Chalakudi a native place of one of my close friend's wife. After a very comfortable train journey I reached Chalakudi around 10 in the morning and my excitement and awe started right from the time I took an auto in the railway station. It took a solid 15 minutes to reach the house from the railway station and the amount the auto wala charged me made me feel dizzy, for that good 15 minute journey inside those crooked streets, he just charged at 21 rupees and when we gave him 25 rupees, he promptly gave back 4 rupees. I have a very interesting and a funny story to tell here, but I will reserve that as the last pa…

Little Devil ...

I gotta blog this for sure as I am so damn excited about that whole incident. I was walking into my apartment after work and I usually take stairs instead of LIFT, when I was walking up, I heard a sweet little voice from nowhere and it said "Uncle, can you please see if Siddartha is around ?" It actually took me a while to see from where and which direction that sweet little voice is coming, I then rolled my eyes towards the window pane and to my shock I see this cute little girls hanging with her hands tightly holding the grills, she must be 3+ years old and holding a window pane and hanging in the air would be painful for grown-up like us and I don't know how she managed. I was not sure if I can get her down, but I asked "Who is Siddartha ?", and she insisted on me checking in the corridor ...
I checked there and I could not find anyone at her age group and I said, Siddartha is not there. She requested me to get her down and GOD only knows how she went there. …