Tagged by Shree. Konjam stupid a irukkum...kandukaatheenga
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.
Ans. "This june 29 to July 02."
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.& catch air?
Ans. Oops…idennadu?
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Ans. The SPIDERMAN movie on Cartoon Network (and I am alone at house)
4. Without looking, guess what time it is?
Ans. 10.30
5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
Ans. 9.59 (inda oorala time poradae teriyala)
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Ans. The answer that I am typing on Keyboard.
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Ans. Stepped outside on Saturday 08.00 AM and went to Boston with my friend. I arrived today at afternoon 2 PM.
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Ans. Checked my mails
9. What are you wearing?
Ans. VIP Bonus baniyan and a 3/4 pant.
10 When did you last laugh?
Ans. Around half an hour before when I was watching the movie.
11.What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Ans. Drapes to prevent sunlight (What do u expect)
12. Seen anything weird lately?
Ans. Oh…I can put that whole stuff in another blog.
13. What do you think of this quiz?
Ans. Quiz????
14. What is the last film you saw?
Ans. On TV SPIDERMAN. In theatre MI3.
15. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?
Ans. Frist things first...a plane ticket to India to meet my parents and my friends :-).
16. Tell me something about you that I dunno
Ans. Well…I don’t think folks reading this know much about me either.
17. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Ans. Abolish caste, creed, religionistic, racial differences from everyone’s mind.
18. Do u like to Dance?
Ans. Of course yes...but I am one with two left foot.
19. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Ans. Anjali or Vidya(Subject to approval from my better half*)
20. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him
Ans. Siddharth (*=Same conditions apply)
21. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Ans. Oh…stop it yaar. I am already confused asking the same question to myself for the past 2 weeks.
22. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
Ans. Well…I don’t believe in god. But since you ask, I would love him to take me to me my funeral and show me everyone I loved for one more time...either sorrowfull or happy to part with me :-).
I am tagging
None. Pozhachchu ponga pa.
P.S: Btw…I bought LOLLIPOP for about 100 people in my project for my previous birthday. It was funny to see everyone from my manager to my peer running around with a lollipop in their mouth. It was a huge hit. :-)
P.S1: I tried cooking sambhar for the first time...and it turned out to be a dal kozhambu. Try try and try again.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
Eno manidan pirandu vittan...
May 20. The only day in a year when I feel both happy and sad. Why? It’s my Birthday…
Now what is so special about Birthdays? Well…they are a cruel reminder that you have turned a year older and that you are supposed to behave in a much matured fashion as per your age (which is the last thing in my agenda) and that you are one year short of your wonderful life on planet earth. To add more to the burns is the fact that you have to give a treat to all your close pals which means that you burn a hole in your pocket which means that the credit card guy is gonna take you by the scruff of your neck if you are not gonna pay him (that too if you are as much gregarious as me..the hole in the pocket is as much big as your granny’s grave).
All right..now don’t grudge..i am coming to the positives now. Birthdays are the only day when you have a reason to buy yourself expensive clothes and not feel guilty (hee hee). Also that’s the only day when apart from the credit card gal and project damager (pun intended) all your friends call you up to remind you that you have turned an year older and you better be present at 8 PM in a nice expensive eating joint where he wanted to dine for long. An year older also means that you can kiss your bachelor life good bye very soon and be chained in marital bliss. You are the toast of your project or college and end up with a big cake on your face and pose and smile as if you were Monalisa posing for Da Vinci even though all you end up is looking like Frankenstein sans the blood.
As a child till my second standard I used to cry on my birthday that I was not allowed to take chocolates and distribute them in school. All my birthdays were mostly with my parents (Incidentally their marriage anniversary falls on May 19 :-)). For the last 2 years my birthday has been with my friends and colleagues and I am trying to compensate for my lost years of celebrations.
Today…I am all alone..away from my parents and dear friends..in an alien country..and wondering what the next year has in store. Ayyo…senti aaitena?? Enakku evalavu vayasaachu nu sonnena? Ada..namakku eppavumae 16 thaanungo. Pona varushom en project makalluku naan birthday ku enna vaanginaen teriyuma???
Sari…neengale konjam guess panni sollungalen…
Now what is so special about Birthdays? Well…they are a cruel reminder that you have turned a year older and that you are supposed to behave in a much matured fashion as per your age (which is the last thing in my agenda) and that you are one year short of your wonderful life on planet earth. To add more to the burns is the fact that you have to give a treat to all your close pals which means that you burn a hole in your pocket which means that the credit card guy is gonna take you by the scruff of your neck if you are not gonna pay him (that too if you are as much gregarious as me..the hole in the pocket is as much big as your granny’s grave).
All right..now don’t grudge..i am coming to the positives now. Birthdays are the only day when you have a reason to buy yourself expensive clothes and not feel guilty (hee hee). Also that’s the only day when apart from the credit card gal and project damager (pun intended) all your friends call you up to remind you that you have turned an year older and you better be present at 8 PM in a nice expensive eating joint where he wanted to dine for long. An year older also means that you can kiss your bachelor life good bye very soon and be chained in marital bliss. You are the toast of your project or college and end up with a big cake on your face and pose and smile as if you were Monalisa posing for Da Vinci even though all you end up is looking like Frankenstein sans the blood.
As a child till my second standard I used to cry on my birthday that I was not allowed to take chocolates and distribute them in school. All my birthdays were mostly with my parents (Incidentally their marriage anniversary falls on May 19 :-)). For the last 2 years my birthday has been with my friends and colleagues and I am trying to compensate for my lost years of celebrations.
Today…I am all alone..away from my parents and dear friends..in an alien country..and wondering what the next year has in store. Ayyo…senti aaitena?? Enakku evalavu vayasaachu nu sonnena? Ada..namakku eppavumae 16 thaanungo. Pona varushom en project makalluku naan birthday ku enna vaanginaen teriyuma???
Sari…neengale konjam guess panni sollungalen…
Friday, May 12, 2006
Seduced
Anand was gaping shamelessly. He could not take his eyes off her and he knew that it looked vulgar and childish.
Anand had heard his friends raving about her beauty, but he dismissed them as mere infatuation and first timer’s love. But today standing in front of her, he felt the same attraction that all his friends had felt for her. Her curves were picture perfect and he could do nothing but marvel at her beauty.
Standing before her he felt awkwardly small and hopeless. He entered inside her and gasped at his dream being fulfilled. The pleasure he experienced was delightful and he wondered how much lucky he was.
Irrespective of how many times he was going to do this, he would never forget his first time. He still couldn’t believe himself that he was on the British Airways flight to London.
P.S: I am leaving on my first official trip to US on Monday May 15.
Fanaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…..
Anand had heard his friends raving about her beauty, but he dismissed them as mere infatuation and first timer’s love. But today standing in front of her, he felt the same attraction that all his friends had felt for her. Her curves were picture perfect and he could do nothing but marvel at her beauty.
Standing before her he felt awkwardly small and hopeless. He entered inside her and gasped at his dream being fulfilled. The pleasure he experienced was delightful and he wondered how much lucky he was.
Irrespective of how many times he was going to do this, he would never forget his first time. He still couldn’t believe himself that he was on the British Airways flight to London.
P.S: I am leaving on my first official trip to US on Monday May 15.
Fanaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…..
Saturday, April 22, 2006
ஒரு புல்லாங்க்குழல் அடுப்பு ஊதுகிரது
"அம்மா என்றழைக்காத உயிர் இல்லயே" ஜெசுதாஸின் குரல் காற்றில் கரைந்து கொன்டிருன்தது. கல்யாணிக்கு இந்த பாட்டு ரொம்ப பிடிக்கும். ஒரு வெளை இந்த பாட்டின் ராகமும் அவள் பெயரும் ஒத்து போனது கூட ஒரு காரணமாக இருக்கலாம்.
கல்யாணிக்கு தன் வீட்டீன் ஞாபகம் வந்தது. சின்ன வயதிலிருன்தே கல்யாணிக்கு இசை மேல் ஒரு பிரியம் உன்டு. சாஸ்த்ரிய சங்கிதம் பயின்று 10 வயதில் அவள் கச்சேரிகளில் பாட ஆரம்பித்து விட்டாள். அவள் பள்ளியிலிருன்து கல்லுரி வரை எல்லா நிகைச்சிகளிலும் கல்யாணியின் பாட்டு இல்லாமல் இருந்தது இல்லை.
21ம் நுற்றான்டை எட்டினாலும் எவளவு தான் பெண்ணுரிமை பற்றி மெடைகளில் முழங்கினாலும் இறுதியாக இந்த சமுதாயம் ஒரு பெண்ணுக்கு திருமணத்தின் போது தான் அங்கிகாரம் அளிக்கிறது. திருமணம் என்பது வாழ்ககையின் ஒரு பகுதியாக இல்லாமல் அதுவே வாழ்க்கை என்று பெண்ணுக்கு பாடம் புகட்ட படுகிரது. என்னத்தான் ஒரு பெண் நன்றாக படித்தாலும் இல்லை வெலை செய்தாலும் இது ஒரு மறுக்க முடியாத உண்மை.
ஒரு லதா மங்கேஷ்கர் அல்லது ஒரு சித்ரா போல் ஜொல்லிக்க வென்டிய கல்யாணி இதோ ஒரு 4 வயது குழந்தைக்கு தாய் மற்றும் இல்லத்தரசி. பெண் பார்க்க வந்த போது மாப்பிளைக்கு பாடி காட்டினாள். அதன் பிறகு அவள் கச்செரியாக பாவித்து பாடியது அவள் குழ்ந்தைக்கு பாடிய தாலாட்டுதான். தன் பெண் குழந்தைக்கு சிவரஞனி என்று பெயர் சுட்டி அழகு பார்த்தாள்.
ஜெசுதாஸ் இப்பொழுது "மனதில் உறுதி வென்டும்" பாடி கொன்டிருன்தார். சிவரஞனி தன் மழலை குரலில் அந்த பாட்டை பாடி காண்பித்தாள். கல்யாணி அவ்ளை இறுக்கி அணைத்து முத்தமிட்டாள். அவளுக்கு ஒரு புதிய நம்பிக்கை பிறந்த்து. அவள் நினைவுகளை அடுப்பில் இருக்கும் பாலின் பொங்கும் சபதம் கலைத்தது.
கல்யாணிக்கு தன் வீட்டீன் ஞாபகம் வந்தது. சின்ன வயதிலிருன்தே கல்யாணிக்கு இசை மேல் ஒரு பிரியம் உன்டு. சாஸ்த்ரிய சங்கிதம் பயின்று 10 வயதில் அவள் கச்சேரிகளில் பாட ஆரம்பித்து விட்டாள். அவள் பள்ளியிலிருன்து கல்லுரி வரை எல்லா நிகைச்சிகளிலும் கல்யாணியின் பாட்டு இல்லாமல் இருந்தது இல்லை.
21ம் நுற்றான்டை எட்டினாலும் எவளவு தான் பெண்ணுரிமை பற்றி மெடைகளில் முழங்கினாலும் இறுதியாக இந்த சமுதாயம் ஒரு பெண்ணுக்கு திருமணத்தின் போது தான் அங்கிகாரம் அளிக்கிறது. திருமணம் என்பது வாழ்ககையின் ஒரு பகுதியாக இல்லாமல் அதுவே வாழ்க்கை என்று பெண்ணுக்கு பாடம் புகட்ட படுகிரது. என்னத்தான் ஒரு பெண் நன்றாக படித்தாலும் இல்லை வெலை செய்தாலும் இது ஒரு மறுக்க முடியாத உண்மை.
ஒரு லதா மங்கேஷ்கர் அல்லது ஒரு சித்ரா போல் ஜொல்லிக்க வென்டிய கல்யாணி இதோ ஒரு 4 வயது குழந்தைக்கு தாய் மற்றும் இல்லத்தரசி. பெண் பார்க்க வந்த போது மாப்பிளைக்கு பாடி காட்டினாள். அதன் பிறகு அவள் கச்செரியாக பாவித்து பாடியது அவள் குழ்ந்தைக்கு பாடிய தாலாட்டுதான். தன் பெண் குழந்தைக்கு சிவரஞனி என்று பெயர் சுட்டி அழகு பார்த்தாள்.
ஜெசுதாஸ் இப்பொழுது "மனதில் உறுதி வென்டும்" பாடி கொன்டிருன்தார். சிவரஞனி தன் மழலை குரலில் அந்த பாட்டை பாடி காண்பித்தாள். கல்யாணி அவ்ளை இறுக்கி அணைத்து முத்தமிட்டாள். அவளுக்கு ஒரு புதிய நம்பிக்கை பிறந்த்து. அவள் நினைவுகளை அடுப்பில் இருக்கும் பாலின் பொங்கும் சபதம் கலைத்தது.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Loves me...Loves me not
Arvind was not able to concentrate. However hard he tried, he couldnt stop thinking about Divya and he was not able to think about anything else.
For long he had liked her and he couldnt fathom why. In their tour the
previous week, he was very happy when she sat next to him for their
group photo. She touched his hand accidently and it was as if some current
had passed through his body. His joy knew no bounds and he didnt even bathe
for 2 days after that.
Whatever she did, whether she laughed, smiled, spoke or listened, it
appeared beautiful to his eyes and he found it hard to take his eyes off
her. She was his best kept secret as he had not even told his best
friend Ashwin about how he felt about her. He saw her walking now towards
their room now and they all sat erect.
Just as she entered, they rose and said "Good Morning teacher" in
unison. She smiled charismatically as usual and waved them to sit down and walked near the register sheet. He opened his 8th standard Chemistry Text book but continued to stare at her.
For long he had liked her and he couldnt fathom why. In their tour the
previous week, he was very happy when she sat next to him for their
group photo. She touched his hand accidently and it was as if some current
had passed through his body. His joy knew no bounds and he didnt even bathe
for 2 days after that.
Whatever she did, whether she laughed, smiled, spoke or listened, it
appeared beautiful to his eyes and he found it hard to take his eyes off
her. She was his best kept secret as he had not even told his best
friend Ashwin about how he felt about her. He saw her walking now towards
their room now and they all sat erect.
Just as she entered, they rose and said "Good Morning teacher" in
unison. She smiled charismatically as usual and waved them to sit down and walked near the register sheet. He opened his 8th standard Chemistry Text book but continued to stare at her.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
The Loaded Gun
Aamir Toub could not take his eyes off the new gun. It was a new Smith and Wesson .38 calibre gun and it was heavier than he had expected. His daughter Afsana could still not believe that she had done this. They had been from Persia and were mistaken for Arabs in America and were always a subject of humiliation. Her father was always of the view that they were never SAFE in this country and it was on his repeated nagging that their antique shop was always under threat that she got him a gun and a red box with bullets.
Micheal Pena was surprised that his daughter is not in her bed. A mexican-American, he knows that he would always pass for a crook though he makes a decent living as a locksmith. He finds his daughter Venessa sleeping under the bed and smiles to her.
"Daddy, i am afraid that someone will attack us just like they did us in our previous house" says 6 year old Venessa.
Micheal "I should have told you. You know, once i met an angel."
Venessa "Really. And what did she say?"
Micheal "She gave me this invisible cloak which will prevent me from any attack on earth. See, Daddy was into so many fights and still he is alive because of that cloak. Would you like to wear it?"
Venessa "Sure daddy."
Micheal acts like he is untying the knot of the cloak and ties it to Venessa.
Venessa "Shall i take it off when i take bath?"
Micheal "No honey. Just have it on. Good Night Sweet heart."
Coming out of the room, Micheal felt embarrased that he had to dupe his child with such fairy tales.
Micheal "Your lock is repaired sir, but you will have to replace the door."
Aamir "Ok. Do it."
Micheal "Sir. I am a locksmith. Please find some door repairer."
Aamir "OK. I get it. You want to get a job for your friend who is a door repairer. How dare you dupe me?"
Micheal "Sir. Please give me my money"
Aamir " No i wont. Repair it and then i will give you the money."
Micheal gets angry and walks out of the antique shop.
The next day Aamir walks to find his Antique shop ransacked. Angry and humiliated he picks up the gun and waits outside Micheal's house.
Micheal walks nearby his house and is surprised to find Aamir outside his house.
Aamir "Give me my money"
Micheal "What money? I dont have any money"
Aamir "You stole in my antique shop and i am going to make you pay for that".
Just as Aamir shoots at Micheal, Venessa dives towards him from her school bus. Aamir is shocked and drops the gun. Micheal is full of tears and his daughter's cry still linger in his ears.
Venessa "Its ok dad. Youre cloak has saved my life"
A confused Micheal kisses her cheeks and they walk past to the house living a bewildered Aamir.
Aamir could still not believe it and tells the whole account to his daughter Afsana. He is now a releived man that he didnt become a sinner by killing a child.
Afsana comorts him and asks him to go bed. She walks to the drawer and picks up the loaded gun with one bullet less. The words "EMPTY BULLETS" seem to smile at her and she returns it back.
P.S: This is one of the stories in the movie CRASH.
Micheal Pena was surprised that his daughter is not in her bed. A mexican-American, he knows that he would always pass for a crook though he makes a decent living as a locksmith. He finds his daughter Venessa sleeping under the bed and smiles to her.
"Daddy, i am afraid that someone will attack us just like they did us in our previous house" says 6 year old Venessa.
Micheal "I should have told you. You know, once i met an angel."
Venessa "Really. And what did she say?"
Micheal "She gave me this invisible cloak which will prevent me from any attack on earth. See, Daddy was into so many fights and still he is alive because of that cloak. Would you like to wear it?"
Venessa "Sure daddy."
Micheal acts like he is untying the knot of the cloak and ties it to Venessa.
Venessa "Shall i take it off when i take bath?"
Micheal "No honey. Just have it on. Good Night Sweet heart."
Coming out of the room, Micheal felt embarrased that he had to dupe his child with such fairy tales.
Micheal "Your lock is repaired sir, but you will have to replace the door."
Aamir "Ok. Do it."
Micheal "Sir. I am a locksmith. Please find some door repairer."
Aamir "OK. I get it. You want to get a job for your friend who is a door repairer. How dare you dupe me?"
Micheal "Sir. Please give me my money"
Aamir " No i wont. Repair it and then i will give you the money."
Micheal gets angry and walks out of the antique shop.
The next day Aamir walks to find his Antique shop ransacked. Angry and humiliated he picks up the gun and waits outside Micheal's house.
Micheal walks nearby his house and is surprised to find Aamir outside his house.
Aamir "Give me my money"
Micheal "What money? I dont have any money"
Aamir "You stole in my antique shop and i am going to make you pay for that".
Just as Aamir shoots at Micheal, Venessa dives towards him from her school bus. Aamir is shocked and drops the gun. Micheal is full of tears and his daughter's cry still linger in his ears.
Venessa "Its ok dad. Youre cloak has saved my life"
A confused Micheal kisses her cheeks and they walk past to the house living a bewildered Aamir.
Aamir could still not believe it and tells the whole account to his daughter Afsana. He is now a releived man that he didnt become a sinner by killing a child.
Afsana comorts him and asks him to go bed. She walks to the drawer and picks up the loaded gun with one bullet less. The words "EMPTY BULLETS" seem to smile at her and she returns it back.
P.S: This is one of the stories in the movie CRASH.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Teminator 2 - Judgement Day
Yesterday
It was the happiest day in Manu Sharma's life.
He was in a car with his uncle. Manu could still not believe that he had escaped a certain punishment. As if judging his pulse, his uncle spoke out "Your dad has rich contacts Manu."
Manu "Yeah, i know. But how did he do it?"
Uncle "20 lakhs for the investigating police officer and his team, a promotion to the judge and a few scares to the witnesses and boom...justice is all yours."
Manu(giggles) "How does the old man think he will make me pay me for it?"
Uncle "Elections are round the corner and he will get a ticket for you. As long as we have muscle power and our caste votes, even the Pope can't defeat us in our constituency."
Makes gets down in a posh hotel. The story that he tells his uncle is to "catch a few friends". But the reality was something else. He had been starved...of sex. He was longing to find something hot. Just then a gal dreesed in a short shirt and a waist low pant entered the hotel. It seemed to Manu as if lady luck was today on his side.
Today
An hour later they were naked in bed. Manu just got out of the bed when she asked "Whats it honey?"
Manu "Serching for condoms"
Girl "Oh cmon. You seem starved and now you care for protection? How long it has been since you have had a women?"
To Manu it seemed like a challenge to his manhood and he changed his mind. They made wild love and it was like the world was spinning. The girl made sounds which brought out the animal in Manu and he was enjoying himself.
He had not looked into her purse. Inside was a 3 X 3 photograph with headlines "Model Jessica rescues HIV affected sex workers from slum" In the extreme right corner stood Shika who was just 15 years old ...a HIV victim.
Exactly 8 years ago on this day Jessica had saved her and her friends from the clutches of sex brokers. Fate it seems is not without a sense of irony.
She smiled and it was a smile of satisfaction. She had given her verdict and it was one which no judge, police or court could change and interfere.
P.S: I hope the bastards who did these and walked scotfree may die a more painful death than the one given above. AMEN!
It was the happiest day in Manu Sharma's life.
He was in a car with his uncle. Manu could still not believe that he had escaped a certain punishment. As if judging his pulse, his uncle spoke out "Your dad has rich contacts Manu."
Manu "Yeah, i know. But how did he do it?"
Uncle "20 lakhs for the investigating police officer and his team, a promotion to the judge and a few scares to the witnesses and boom...justice is all yours."
Manu(giggles) "How does the old man think he will make me pay me for it?"
Uncle "Elections are round the corner and he will get a ticket for you. As long as we have muscle power and our caste votes, even the Pope can't defeat us in our constituency."
Makes gets down in a posh hotel. The story that he tells his uncle is to "catch a few friends". But the reality was something else. He had been starved...of sex. He was longing to find something hot. Just then a gal dreesed in a short shirt and a waist low pant entered the hotel. It seemed to Manu as if lady luck was today on his side.
Today
An hour later they were naked in bed. Manu just got out of the bed when she asked "Whats it honey?"
Manu "Serching for condoms"
Girl "Oh cmon. You seem starved and now you care for protection? How long it has been since you have had a women?"
To Manu it seemed like a challenge to his manhood and he changed his mind. They made wild love and it was like the world was spinning. The girl made sounds which brought out the animal in Manu and he was enjoying himself.
He had not looked into her purse. Inside was a 3 X 3 photograph with headlines "Model Jessica rescues HIV affected sex workers from slum" In the extreme right corner stood Shika who was just 15 years old ...a HIV victim.
Exactly 8 years ago on this day Jessica had saved her and her friends from the clutches of sex brokers. Fate it seems is not without a sense of irony.
She smiled and it was a smile of satisfaction. She had given her verdict and it was one which no judge, police or court could change and interfere.
P.S: I hope the bastards who did these and walked scotfree may die a more painful death than the one given above. AMEN!
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Terminator 1
Yesterday
"In view of all the witnesses and evidences produced in the court, it is clear that Mr.Manu sharma is found NOT GUILTY in the murder of Ms.Jessica Lal." The rest of the words of the judge were lost in the jubiliation of Manu, his father and his lawyers. Manu's father congratulated the lawyer and Manu's friends cheered and hugged him.
7 years before
It was 2 AM in the morning. Most of the roads in Delhi were deserted and life had come to a standstill to prepare itself for the next days busy morning. The only place that was just crowded and getting emptied was a famous Bar in Delhi. It was a place where the who's-who of the delhi assembled to drink and party. Top models served as Waitress in the hotel and the bills were something affordable by the filthy rich.
Manu and his friends walked in at 2 AM and he demanded a drink. Jessica, an upcoming model who served as his waitress refused..she was not to know the price for denial was...her life. Out of rage Manu shot her in front of a shocked public and ran away in his car.
Yesterday
In reality our public suffers from short term memory loss. We remember a scandal or a controversy till another surfaces up. Jessica's murder case was in limelite for some time till another murder and another scandal overthrew it. Now a trigger happy Manu sharma walked past the media and public smiling like a champion winning the gold medal in Olympics.
He walked past Jessica's father..smiled and said "Catch me if you can".
This was the happiest day in Manu sharma's life.
To be continued
P.S: To those who havent heard about this case, check this
"In view of all the witnesses and evidences produced in the court, it is clear that Mr.Manu sharma is found NOT GUILTY in the murder of Ms.Jessica Lal." The rest of the words of the judge were lost in the jubiliation of Manu, his father and his lawyers. Manu's father congratulated the lawyer and Manu's friends cheered and hugged him.
7 years before
It was 2 AM in the morning. Most of the roads in Delhi were deserted and life had come to a standstill to prepare itself for the next days busy morning. The only place that was just crowded and getting emptied was a famous Bar in Delhi. It was a place where the who's-who of the delhi assembled to drink and party. Top models served as Waitress in the hotel and the bills were something affordable by the filthy rich.
Manu and his friends walked in at 2 AM and he demanded a drink. Jessica, an upcoming model who served as his waitress refused..she was not to know the price for denial was...her life. Out of rage Manu shot her in front of a shocked public and ran away in his car.
Yesterday
In reality our public suffers from short term memory loss. We remember a scandal or a controversy till another surfaces up. Jessica's murder case was in limelite for some time till another murder and another scandal overthrew it. Now a trigger happy Manu sharma walked past the media and public smiling like a champion winning the gold medal in Olympics.
He walked past Jessica's father..smiled and said "Catch me if you can".
This was the happiest day in Manu sharma's life.
To be continued
P.S: To those who havent heard about this case, check this
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Tagged by Nandoo
Enna pandradu? Nandoo odu anbu thollai thaanga mudiyala...adunaala this is my tag status
Ten Years ago...
10 years..appdina..1996..
Was in Trichy
Schooling...
10th standards exams enakku...
en ammavukku naan porupillama irundaenu inikki varaikkum en mela kovam...
ada pongappa...bloody exam...result..uvvaeeeek
5 years ago
aha...college days
erode..en nanbargal..en hostel days
enda pudu padam vandaalum hostel la paathuduvom...nanbargaloda padam paathukittae comment adikara anda naatkal irukkae...ULTIMATE
apparam Nandoo sonna anda OOty tour..where we formed our great gang...oh...too lovely days
Last year
In chennai...actually not much difference between my college days and professional life
i still live with my friends..the only difference is i m paid :-)
Missed going with my dear nandoo by a whisker..was damn angry with my manager for screwing that chance up
Yesterday
As usual..office..bugs..resolutions..problems in team..
As usual left home early (at 11 pm)
Talked to my mom over my mom
Five yummy things
Anything that my mom makes is yummy in my dictionary
Pav bhaji
Chilli Parotta
Thair saadam
Veg puf
Places I escape
Sathyam
Beach
Friends house
TV Shows
ada pongappa...inda orula CAS pottu aapu vechirukkan...
My fav was Star Movies, HBO, Star sports, ESPN, Cartoon Network..adellam eduvum inga varaadu
Kidaikiradula best
NDTV
CNN-IBN
POGO (Takeshi's Castle)
Five things I'd do if I have money
Get a designer to design my Mom's dream house
Go on a world tour...(wish with SOMEONE i love :-))
Learn CGI and work somewhere for sometime and start a firm of my own with my creative friends
Donate more and help more people
Things I cant live without
My mouth (for eating and talking)
Parents and my bro
Friends
Movies
music
Books
OK va...meendum sandippom...Tata
Ten Years ago...
10 years..appdina..1996..
Was in Trichy
Schooling...
10th standards exams enakku...
en ammavukku naan porupillama irundaenu inikki varaikkum en mela kovam...
ada pongappa...bloody exam...result..uvvaeeeek
5 years ago
aha...college days
erode..en nanbargal..en hostel days
enda pudu padam vandaalum hostel la paathuduvom...nanbargaloda padam paathukittae comment adikara anda naatkal irukkae...ULTIMATE
apparam Nandoo sonna anda OOty tour..where we formed our great gang...oh...too lovely days
Last year
In chennai...actually not much difference between my college days and professional life
i still live with my friends..the only difference is i m paid :-)
Missed going with my dear nandoo by a whisker..was damn angry with my manager for screwing that chance up
Yesterday
As usual..office..bugs..resolutions..problems in team..
As usual left home early (at 11 pm)
Talked to my mom over my mom
Five yummy things
Anything that my mom makes is yummy in my dictionary
Pav bhaji
Chilli Parotta
Thair saadam
Veg puf
Places I escape
Sathyam
Beach
Friends house
TV Shows
ada pongappa...inda orula CAS pottu aapu vechirukkan...
My fav was Star Movies, HBO, Star sports, ESPN, Cartoon Network..adellam eduvum inga varaadu
Kidaikiradula best
NDTV
CNN-IBN
POGO (Takeshi's Castle)
Five things I'd do if I have money
Get a designer to design my Mom's dream house
Go on a world tour...(wish with SOMEONE i love :-))
Learn CGI and work somewhere for sometime and start a firm of my own with my creative friends
Donate more and help more people
Things I cant live without
My mouth (for eating and talking)
Parents and my bro
Friends
Movies
music
Books
OK va...meendum sandippom...Tata
Friday, March 10, 2006
The Letter
Sailesh was watching the sunset from his room. It was a beautiful sight and he wished he could be on the shores of Kanyakumari holding Kavitha's hands and watching it set behind the tides of the ocean.
He became restless and so decided to explore his shelf. There was a photo of his family which was taken an year before. How young and smart he had been, he wondered. There was a short story book of R.K. Narayanan he had won some years before. And then, a letter fell down. He picked it up and started to read it
Dear Sailesh
How are you? Hope that you are enjoying your new place. How is your work?
I attended the interview of the company you had recommended. I cleared the first round and there is just one round of interview which i have to clear and i hope to do it easily. Our friends Kichcha, Balu and Jilpa are all fine and everyone is missing you very badly. Kavitha is also missing you very badly. Hope that you must have called her and made her feel better. Tell your parents soon about your affair before Kavi's parents start searching a groom for her.
Uncle told that you will be coming here this weekend. In case i get the job, we will go for a grand treat.
Love
Ravi
Near the letter he found Ravi's and Kavi's photos. He wished that he had not drunk that much on his treat and ended up killing Ravi and Kavi in the car accident....and ended up in Jail.
P.S: When was the last time you had written a letter to someone?
He became restless and so decided to explore his shelf. There was a photo of his family which was taken an year before. How young and smart he had been, he wondered. There was a short story book of R.K. Narayanan he had won some years before. And then, a letter fell down. He picked it up and started to read it
Dear Sailesh
How are you? Hope that you are enjoying your new place. How is your work?
I attended the interview of the company you had recommended. I cleared the first round and there is just one round of interview which i have to clear and i hope to do it easily. Our friends Kichcha, Balu and Jilpa are all fine and everyone is missing you very badly. Kavitha is also missing you very badly. Hope that you must have called her and made her feel better. Tell your parents soon about your affair before Kavi's parents start searching a groom for her.
Uncle told that you will be coming here this weekend. In case i get the job, we will go for a grand treat.
Love
Ravi
Near the letter he found Ravi's and Kavi's photos. He wished that he had not drunk that much on his treat and ended up killing Ravi and Kavi in the car accident....and ended up in Jail.
P.S: When was the last time you had written a letter to someone?
Monday, February 27, 2006
Ramayya and the Bulldozer
"Seekiram pa. We have more work to do" shouted the guy with a huge moustache. There was a guy on the bulldozer, a contractor and a few lazy souls sipping tea and munching politics in the nearby tea shop. Their gaze shifted from time to time on the huge bulldozer and the house near it, but their eyes were indifferent. Only one pair of eyes were getting mist witnessing the whole scene and they belonged to Ramayya. He looked at the name engraved near the gate of the house that read "LAKSHMI ILLAM".
LAKSHMI ILLAM. The name he had given to his house....no no...to his palace. 20 years before his Manager Mr.Ramanujam had suggested him to buy a piece of land in the Old Mahabalipuram Road (OMR) and Ramayya had obliged. He got some money from his father and sold his mother's and wife's jewelry and built his dream PALACE.
A house is not just a enclosure built out of bricks, cement and mortar. It is the identity of a person. A person's desire, dreams, ambition, anger, love are all reflected in the design of his house. This house had shared a lot of emotions with him than his other family members. The house had witnessed the first child born here and it being named lakshmi after his loving mother, her first words "mmmmma", death of his father, birth of his son, his promotion, his daughter attaining womanhood, his son getting enrolled in a medical college, engagement of his daughter and so on....
The usual myth is that women are always very sentimental and emotional. But the oft ignored fact is that men are very sentimental about their belongings. You might have come across men who will never forgo their first bike, first car, first house inspite of the fact that they may be old and worn out. Today Ramayya's son was a prominent doctor in town and was married and settled in a posh apartment in Adayar. Inspite of repeated pleas to settle with him Ramayya had declined it. He couldn’t bear the thought of parting with this house.
But...the gods were laughing at him. The government had notified the destruction of houses on the OMR road to complete a 6 lane project. Ramayya had little choice but to oblige. He and his wife had moved yesterday to their son's house. Today was the day when the house...no no...his dream palace would be brought down. When the huge bulldozer brought down the compound wall Ramayya felt as if he was crucified. It was like a father watching his son being hanged to death.
Unable to watch it, he got into a nearby auto and said "Adayar po pa". The auto driver would never know why his passenger was sobbing.
P.S : Inspired from a split second image witnessed on OMR Road
LAKSHMI ILLAM. The name he had given to his house....no no...to his palace. 20 years before his Manager Mr.Ramanujam had suggested him to buy a piece of land in the Old Mahabalipuram Road (OMR) and Ramayya had obliged. He got some money from his father and sold his mother's and wife's jewelry and built his dream PALACE.
A house is not just a enclosure built out of bricks, cement and mortar. It is the identity of a person. A person's desire, dreams, ambition, anger, love are all reflected in the design of his house. This house had shared a lot of emotions with him than his other family members. The house had witnessed the first child born here and it being named lakshmi after his loving mother, her first words "mmmmma", death of his father, birth of his son, his promotion, his daughter attaining womanhood, his son getting enrolled in a medical college, engagement of his daughter and so on....
The usual myth is that women are always very sentimental and emotional. But the oft ignored fact is that men are very sentimental about their belongings. You might have come across men who will never forgo their first bike, first car, first house inspite of the fact that they may be old and worn out. Today Ramayya's son was a prominent doctor in town and was married and settled in a posh apartment in Adayar. Inspite of repeated pleas to settle with him Ramayya had declined it. He couldn’t bear the thought of parting with this house.
But...the gods were laughing at him. The government had notified the destruction of houses on the OMR road to complete a 6 lane project. Ramayya had little choice but to oblige. He and his wife had moved yesterday to their son's house. Today was the day when the house...no no...his dream palace would be brought down. When the huge bulldozer brought down the compound wall Ramayya felt as if he was crucified. It was like a father watching his son being hanged to death.
Unable to watch it, he got into a nearby auto and said "Adayar po pa". The auto driver would never know why his passenger was sobbing.
P.S : Inspired from a split second image witnessed on OMR Road
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
How to Name It
LOVE
The basic question that has baffled everyone is that why should one fall in love in first place. Everyone knows that love causes anxiety, depression, joy, sorrow, excitement and any feeling related to that fist-sized thing on the left part of the body. Man may have made rockets to reach mars, he may have created wires about 9 times thinner than a hair’s breadth and yet he still finds it hard to know what excites a woman :-).
Bright Side
Although I am unfamiliar to the brighter side in my own personal experiences, I have seen some one them go places from close quarters (of course to my friends). The symptoms as far as I have seen are as such
• Excitement about anything from her side. It could be as much trivial as a 1 rupee note with her name on it to something as much important as her photograph with our guy smiling sheepishly along her side
• Waiting for her phone calls at unearthly hours
• Any product or shop with her name arouses interest in our guy (unless her name is Jayalalitha our boy is safe)
• Lack of sleep
• Bragging to his friends about her. (aval azhagu enna, gunam enna…enna enna enna)
In short she becomes the epi center of his small world. If the love is certainly not for time-pass and is seriously pursued to end in a blissful nuptial knot….I bet they are a LOVELY and LUCKY couple.
Other side
Men always fall in love easily. Very easily. I have seen many of my friends go through their so called LOVE and as a guy I have been through it myself. The trouble is (now what I am going to say is something guys won’t agree and women would accept instantly) that men are too naive to understand what love is.
Any girl that looks cute is a 25% target for love, and if she smiles at you the probability becomes 50%. If you happen to talk to her and she responds well in return it becomes 75% and if this continues for more than 2 days, it is 100% love. BOOM. Look.....how easy it is.
Why Love?
1. The economy needs to grow and for that people need to spend. Why the hell on earth would a boy buy some expensive bloody gift to a boy or taking him out to movie, restaurant, beach etc? Of course not. That’s y he ends up falling in love with a girl and burns his pocket for her sake.
2. Men love bragging and showing off. What better to show off then a hot chick and I bet that the most lovable thing they would brag about is how a girl talked to him, how he flattered her, how she responded to his signals (idenna transmitteraa??) and how she fell for him(although its always the other way round).
3. And yes…. the final one is the catch. It’s the thrill of being in love.
Why Not?
The greatest fear that every love story faces is...the fear of rejection. What if she says NO? Half of the love stories in the world are the ones which start in the eyes, travel in the heart but never make it to the lips. Just 3 little words...8 letters...but they weigh like several tonnes of weight hanging around the body, soul and mind and make any sane person go mad with rage.
Love has become a time pass for many and so it comes cheap in the market of hearts. People LOVE for few months..maybe days..go to Park, beach, cinema and few places..enjoy each others company and BOOM...its Bye Bye.
The logic that defies my understanding is that girls agree instantly to marry good guys once their parents find a match for them. But if the same guy were to propose to her and tell her that he wants to be with her for the rest of their life...they reject it flatly. Why the double standards for love and marriage?
But then for all the ordeals faced on earth, it is worth every dime…for the one enchanting smile of the girl you are in love with.
Oh..the joy of being in love :-)
The basic question that has baffled everyone is that why should one fall in love in first place. Everyone knows that love causes anxiety, depression, joy, sorrow, excitement and any feeling related to that fist-sized thing on the left part of the body. Man may have made rockets to reach mars, he may have created wires about 9 times thinner than a hair’s breadth and yet he still finds it hard to know what excites a woman :-).
Bright Side
Although I am unfamiliar to the brighter side in my own personal experiences, I have seen some one them go places from close quarters (of course to my friends). The symptoms as far as I have seen are as such
• Excitement about anything from her side. It could be as much trivial as a 1 rupee note with her name on it to something as much important as her photograph with our guy smiling sheepishly along her side
• Waiting for her phone calls at unearthly hours
• Any product or shop with her name arouses interest in our guy (unless her name is Jayalalitha our boy is safe)
• Lack of sleep
• Bragging to his friends about her. (aval azhagu enna, gunam enna…enna enna enna)
In short she becomes the epi center of his small world. If the love is certainly not for time-pass and is seriously pursued to end in a blissful nuptial knot….I bet they are a LOVELY and LUCKY couple.
Other side
Men always fall in love easily. Very easily. I have seen many of my friends go through their so called LOVE and as a guy I have been through it myself. The trouble is (now what I am going to say is something guys won’t agree and women would accept instantly) that men are too naive to understand what love is.
Any girl that looks cute is a 25% target for love, and if she smiles at you the probability becomes 50%. If you happen to talk to her and she responds well in return it becomes 75% and if this continues for more than 2 days, it is 100% love. BOOM. Look.....how easy it is.
Why Love?
1. The economy needs to grow and for that people need to spend. Why the hell on earth would a boy buy some expensive bloody gift to a boy or taking him out to movie, restaurant, beach etc? Of course not. That’s y he ends up falling in love with a girl and burns his pocket for her sake.
2. Men love bragging and showing off. What better to show off then a hot chick and I bet that the most lovable thing they would brag about is how a girl talked to him, how he flattered her, how she responded to his signals (idenna transmitteraa??) and how she fell for him(although its always the other way round).
3. And yes…. the final one is the catch. It’s the thrill of being in love.
Why Not?
The greatest fear that every love story faces is...the fear of rejection. What if she says NO? Half of the love stories in the world are the ones which start in the eyes, travel in the heart but never make it to the lips. Just 3 little words...8 letters...but they weigh like several tonnes of weight hanging around the body, soul and mind and make any sane person go mad with rage.
Love has become a time pass for many and so it comes cheap in the market of hearts. People LOVE for few months..maybe days..go to Park, beach, cinema and few places..enjoy each others company and BOOM...its Bye Bye.
The logic that defies my understanding is that girls agree instantly to marry good guys once their parents find a match for them. But if the same guy were to propose to her and tell her that he wants to be with her for the rest of their life...they reject it flatly. Why the double standards for love and marriage?
But then for all the ordeals faced on earth, it is worth every dime…for the one enchanting smile of the girl you are in love with.
Oh..the joy of being in love :-)
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Cape of Good Hope
"Congratulations! You have been promoted to the next level". Satish was grinning from ear to ear. Just as he was to receive the offer letter, someone was pulling his hand. He was stunned to see that it was Gayathri...his other half. "You need to go to office early today. WAKE UP" she shouted. Then he realized that it was a dream.
He fumed that he was not getting his long awaited promotion even in his dreams. What was the day today? He questioned the calendar which obediently answered Sunday. "Oh God! Today is Sunday" Satish sounded as if Poes Garden was on fire.
Gayathri "So What? Throughout the year 24*7 you have been in the office. Does it matter if today is Sunday?"
Satish knew this was coming. They had been married for one and a half years and had been blessed by a son very recently. They had named him Sanjay and Satish called him Sunny. His project in office was a complex one and so Satish had been working for the past 3 months without a days break. He decided to put an end to this today.
"OK. How about going to Mayajaal today and watching Rang De Basanti today?" Satish asked. Gayathri looked at him as if she was exorcised. Then she smiled. "Wow..nice to see some rang change in your face" said Satish and he went to take bath. He came out and was changing his clothes, when he had a look at his son. "Sanjay...Sunny" he said aloud to himself.
"What should you become? No...not a software engg. You will have to work hard and though you will be paid well, you would have to compromise between family and work. How about a Cricketer? Hmmm...but then you will have to play more off the field than on the field. Is Chess fine for you? Oh...I forgot. I was always bad with it in my childhood days. Being my son I don’t think you are gonna be too good in that. Tennis? Yeah...that should be great. I will send you to this coaching academy. You will be Champion in the under-10, under-14 and under-17 championionships and then we will travel to Wimbledon. Maybe we will get Federer's coach for you. Does it sound fine Sunny?" Sanjay kept on talking to the kid.
His dreams were interrupted by his mobile phone. It rang and the display on his phone had a "CALL 1". It spelt danger. This meant that the onsite guy was calling him up. Mouthing some unprintable words Satish attended the call. His onsite guy Dibyankar called him up and said "Hey Satish. Dibyankar here. There is an urgent production issue that has come up. Are you in the office now?"
Satish masked his displeasure and said "No". Dibyankar "Hey. Appreciate if you could fix it up man. Its very critical and the client is all over us." Satish had listened to this dialogue a 1000 times and knew how 'critical' it was. But he heard himself saying "No probs man. I will go right now and take care of it."
Gayathri was looking at him from the far side of the room and said nothing. Frowning, Satish took his car keys and was just starting when he saw his son. "How about becoming a singer Sunny?". His son smiled as if he has approved of his father's wish. Satish smiled for the first time in the day.
P.S: Dedicated to my colleague Mr.K who has a kid (3 months) at home but slogs 24*7 in the office.:-)
He fumed that he was not getting his long awaited promotion even in his dreams. What was the day today? He questioned the calendar which obediently answered Sunday. "Oh God! Today is Sunday" Satish sounded as if Poes Garden was on fire.
Gayathri "So What? Throughout the year 24*7 you have been in the office. Does it matter if today is Sunday?"
Satish knew this was coming. They had been married for one and a half years and had been blessed by a son very recently. They had named him Sanjay and Satish called him Sunny. His project in office was a complex one and so Satish had been working for the past 3 months without a days break. He decided to put an end to this today.
"OK. How about going to Mayajaal today and watching Rang De Basanti today?" Satish asked. Gayathri looked at him as if she was exorcised. Then she smiled. "Wow..nice to see some rang change in your face" said Satish and he went to take bath. He came out and was changing his clothes, when he had a look at his son. "Sanjay...Sunny" he said aloud to himself.
"What should you become? No...not a software engg. You will have to work hard and though you will be paid well, you would have to compromise between family and work. How about a Cricketer? Hmmm...but then you will have to play more off the field than on the field. Is Chess fine for you? Oh...I forgot. I was always bad with it in my childhood days. Being my son I don’t think you are gonna be too good in that. Tennis? Yeah...that should be great. I will send you to this coaching academy. You will be Champion in the under-10, under-14 and under-17 championionships and then we will travel to Wimbledon. Maybe we will get Federer's coach for you. Does it sound fine Sunny?" Sanjay kept on talking to the kid.
His dreams were interrupted by his mobile phone. It rang and the display on his phone had a "CALL 1". It spelt danger. This meant that the onsite guy was calling him up. Mouthing some unprintable words Satish attended the call. His onsite guy Dibyankar called him up and said "Hey Satish. Dibyankar here. There is an urgent production issue that has come up. Are you in the office now?"
Satish masked his displeasure and said "No". Dibyankar "Hey. Appreciate if you could fix it up man. Its very critical and the client is all over us." Satish had listened to this dialogue a 1000 times and knew how 'critical' it was. But he heard himself saying "No probs man. I will go right now and take care of it."
Gayathri was looking at him from the far side of the room and said nothing. Frowning, Satish took his car keys and was just starting when he saw his son. "How about becoming a singer Sunny?". His son smiled as if he has approved of his father's wish. Satish smiled for the first time in the day.
P.S: Dedicated to my colleague Mr.K who has a kid (3 months) at home but slogs 24*7 in the office.:-)
Monday, January 30, 2006
Kaisi hai yeh rut..
"Lets Go" Anjali shrieked from behind as Rahul vrroomed his Pulsar to top gear.
Rahul still remembered the first day he met Anjali. It was the first day of the college and one senior asked him to give a red rose to Anjali and propose to her. Shaking with fear Rahul did it and he must have been the only guy in the whole solar system to have cried while delivering rose to a girl...and that too to Anjali. He later apologized and since then they have been best friends. Now in his heart Rahul wished that someone could rag him to do the same and he could do with his full heart..but alas..life's play is not scripted the way we want it to be.
Today they were going to the Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy show in IIT Open Air Theatre (OAT). Rahul had bought tickets for him and her and knew that she too loved music as much as he did. The show began with Shankar Mahadevan's Breathless which left everyone speechless. Mahadevan was like the snake charmer and the crowd literally danced to his tunes. He asked the crowd to do a Birdie act for the song "Jise dhundta hoon main har kahin " from Dil Chahta hai and the crowd obliged. He asked them to show their mobile phones for "Kal ho Na ho" title song and boom..the phones were everywhere.
When Ehssan Noorani plucked his guitar, Rahul knew what was coming. Out of instinct, he kneeled down, grabbed Anjali's hand and crooned in sync with Shankar Mahadevan
"Agar Main Kahoon
Mujhe Tumse Mohabbat hai
Meri bas yahi chaahat hai
To Kya kahogi?"
(Translated it means "If i were to tell you that i love you and it is my only desire, then what will be your reply?")
Anjali looked stunned. And then she smiled. When a guy proposes and a gal smiles, it means that its over. But if she smirks..it means that he's over :-). The language of love is uniquely universal. It is a language spoken by the eyes and understood by the heart. Anjali's smile said it all. For a few seconds, the OAT appeared empty, Mahadevan sounded cacophonous and time came to a standstill. Anjali hugged Rahul and she was crying with a smile on her face.
P.S : The guy standing next to them smiled and sang softly "Jaane kyon log pyaar karte hain ?"
Rahul still remembered the first day he met Anjali. It was the first day of the college and one senior asked him to give a red rose to Anjali and propose to her. Shaking with fear Rahul did it and he must have been the only guy in the whole solar system to have cried while delivering rose to a girl...and that too to Anjali. He later apologized and since then they have been best friends. Now in his heart Rahul wished that someone could rag him to do the same and he could do with his full heart..but alas..life's play is not scripted the way we want it to be.
Today they were going to the Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy show in IIT Open Air Theatre (OAT). Rahul had bought tickets for him and her and knew that she too loved music as much as he did. The show began with Shankar Mahadevan's Breathless which left everyone speechless. Mahadevan was like the snake charmer and the crowd literally danced to his tunes. He asked the crowd to do a Birdie act for the song "Jise dhundta hoon main har kahin " from Dil Chahta hai and the crowd obliged. He asked them to show their mobile phones for "Kal ho Na ho" title song and boom..the phones were everywhere.
When Ehssan Noorani plucked his guitar, Rahul knew what was coming. Out of instinct, he kneeled down, grabbed Anjali's hand and crooned in sync with Shankar Mahadevan
"Agar Main Kahoon
Mujhe Tumse Mohabbat hai
Meri bas yahi chaahat hai
To Kya kahogi?"
(Translated it means "If i were to tell you that i love you and it is my only desire, then what will be your reply?")
Anjali looked stunned. And then she smiled. When a guy proposes and a gal smiles, it means that its over. But if she smirks..it means that he's over :-). The language of love is uniquely universal. It is a language spoken by the eyes and understood by the heart. Anjali's smile said it all. For a few seconds, the OAT appeared empty, Mahadevan sounded cacophonous and time came to a standstill. Anjali hugged Rahul and she was crying with a smile on her face.
P.S : The guy standing next to them smiled and sang softly "Jaane kyon log pyaar karte hain ?"
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Tagged again :-)
TamilPonnu tagged me, the rules of this tagging stuff are given below:
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.
P.S: Rules cut and paste courtesy TamilPonnu
Here are my answers:
My perfect Lover should:
Similarities
1. Love music. If she sings that is a sone pe suhaaga.
2. Have a good sense of humour.
3. Love to watch movies.
4. Should donate some money to charity
Opposites
5. Could be money-minded to some extent (as i am not one, atleast she should take care of that)
6. Could be strong in mathematics (i was comparatively weak in maths in my school days and i dont want my gen next to suffer in maths :-))
7. Could be good at drawing (i am bad even with drawing a straight line)
Last but not the least
8. Love and like me very much (which should be very easy)
Rule two...Obviously its gonna be HER and none
Rule three...Pozhachchu ponga pa
Rule four..Ensoi :-)
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.
P.S: Rules cut and paste courtesy TamilPonnu
Here are my answers:
My perfect Lover should:
Similarities
1. Love music. If she sings that is a sone pe suhaaga.
2. Have a good sense of humour.
3. Love to watch movies.
4. Should donate some money to charity
Opposites
5. Could be money-minded to some extent (as i am not one, atleast she should take care of that)
6. Could be strong in mathematics (i was comparatively weak in maths in my school days and i dont want my gen next to suffer in maths :-))
7. Could be good at drawing (i am bad even with drawing a straight line)
Last but not the least
8. Love and like me very much (which should be very easy)
Rule two...Obviously its gonna be HER and none
Rule three...Pozhachchu ponga pa
Rule four..Ensoi :-)
Monday, January 16, 2006
A Wedding and a Funeral
"Oh God " she cried. There was pain, anger, anxiety and desperateness in her voice. All the magazines and tabloids carried the photo and it seemed to be the cover story of the year. She had never imagined this to happen in her wildest dreams and now it had come true.
It was hard to stop her now and she let the floodgates of her eyes open and she cried shamelessly like she did when she was 8 years old and her dog had died. All the money she had amassed over the years made no sense to her and the chequebook in front of her seemed like a pile of color pages. The wedding was due at 11 Am and it was to be aired by some private channel. Damn the paparazzi. They want all the scoops, gossips about celebrities. Little do they think that we are also human beings with emotions, dignity and respect. But then once a person is in limelight, every activity of his comes to public scrutiny. Damn the public.
How happy she had been when she walked the aisle with him 5 years before. Every woman envied her as she was getting married to the hottest hunk in the industry and she could see that in all the women’s eyes everywhere she went with him. They were billed the perfect couple in the movie industry. All the bookies who had bet placed that their marriage wouldn’t last past a year, lost and lost heavily too. But fate took a cruel turn. He was offered a lead role with the supposedly the sexiest women alive. When he asked her about the script she jokingly declared "Wow..Sexiest women and the Sexiest man starring. Sounds cool".
Every marriage runs on faith that one partner has on the other. But sometimes a man's libido wins over his heart and seems so did his. Even when each magazine carried their pictures together she took it as another example of paparazzi stunt. And then he came and confessed. Her world had come crashing over. They parted and it was like a huge wave which blew her sand castle. She remembered the intimate moments she spent with him in their huge villa he had bought her as a birthday present. Little did she imagine that the birthplace of her love would also turn to her cemetery.
"Warning: May cause drowsiness". She laughed and then cried after reading the warning label on the Sleeping tablets bottle. She remembered Shakespeare "Sleep is temporary death and Death is permanent Sleep". They were now exchanging vows and she felt a pang of jealousy in her heart. Slowly the image started fading and she was going to sleep....forever.
It was hard to stop her now and she let the floodgates of her eyes open and she cried shamelessly like she did when she was 8 years old and her dog had died. All the money she had amassed over the years made no sense to her and the chequebook in front of her seemed like a pile of color pages. The wedding was due at 11 Am and it was to be aired by some private channel. Damn the paparazzi. They want all the scoops, gossips about celebrities. Little do they think that we are also human beings with emotions, dignity and respect. But then once a person is in limelight, every activity of his comes to public scrutiny. Damn the public.
How happy she had been when she walked the aisle with him 5 years before. Every woman envied her as she was getting married to the hottest hunk in the industry and she could see that in all the women’s eyes everywhere she went with him. They were billed the perfect couple in the movie industry. All the bookies who had bet placed that their marriage wouldn’t last past a year, lost and lost heavily too. But fate took a cruel turn. He was offered a lead role with the supposedly the sexiest women alive. When he asked her about the script she jokingly declared "Wow..Sexiest women and the Sexiest man starring. Sounds cool".
Every marriage runs on faith that one partner has on the other. But sometimes a man's libido wins over his heart and seems so did his. Even when each magazine carried their pictures together she took it as another example of paparazzi stunt. And then he came and confessed. Her world had come crashing over. They parted and it was like a huge wave which blew her sand castle. She remembered the intimate moments she spent with him in their huge villa he had bought her as a birthday present. Little did she imagine that the birthplace of her love would also turn to her cemetery.
"Warning: May cause drowsiness". She laughed and then cried after reading the warning label on the Sleeping tablets bottle. She remembered Shakespeare "Sleep is temporary death and Death is permanent Sleep". They were now exchanging vows and she felt a pang of jealousy in her heart. Slowly the image started fading and she was going to sleep....forever.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Point of View
He
He was alone. The usually crowded Marina Beach looked like Sahara desert. But then one could not expect anyone to roam there at 11 PM. He had switched off his mobile phone to prevent any intrusion to his privacy. Looking at the wide sea and its could-become-a-tsunami-anytime-waves he wished in his hearts of hearts that a huge wave could come and sweep him off from the world.
He was gazing at the moon and got reminded of her. Wonder which idiot compared ladies to moon, but it had made every lover on earth remember his lady love every time they saw the moon. She was the best thing to happen to him for years altogether. They had been neighbors-turned -friends and complimented each other in a lot of things. She was an avid reader, loved Pink Floyd, whistled for Rajinikanth, and liked blue color...their matching tastes list seemed endless. In course of time he was drawn towards her and he realized that he was in love with her.
He also realized that it was not because of the fact that they had similar tastes or that she was beautiful or had an IQ of 150. It was because he liked her as a person on a whole and she was very much what he had imagined his life partner to be. Today he had summoned courage and asked her the inevitable. And she denied. She was adamant on the fact that they were good friends and that’s the way they should remain to be so. He wondered what was wrong with him. He wondered why women who looked so delicate and soft from outside were actually a box of secrets that could never be deciphered from inside.
He looked at the sky and then at the earth and wished that any one of them could swallow him and leave him...to rest in peace.
She
She was changing the channels on her TV set continuously but was finding it hard to concentrate. Even the usually interesting POGO channel refused to entertain her. She felt like throwing the remote control outside her window, but controlled herself from doing that. She felt a sudden wave of anger and sympathy rush through her face simultaneously.
She liked him from the day they had met. Unlike the rest of the men she had met who appeared courteous in the beginning and turned Casanovas later, he had been decent and also they shared similar interests. He had never crossed the limits of decency and she respected him a great deal for that. But then it seemed that the attraction of opposite sex was always too great to infiltrate the borders of friendship and everyone knows how vulnerable men are.
It was unfair. The society had always been unfair to women. Introvert women were branded moody and extrovert were labeled easy-to-get. Individuality was something that a woman could never dream of in the society. She was shocked and surprised at first when he had proposed to her. She had never given him the thought of being a life partner and so was rude to him.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and they entered her mouth. It tasted bitter....after a long time.
Monday, December 26, 2005
The Onlookers
Sunday. The only day in the week when the buses are not crowded to the brim and you can indeed catch a corner seat in a bus and watch singaara Chennai. There were about 20 passengers inside the bus and it was a boring journey for everyone including the driver.... Until...she arrived.
She boarded the bus and looked around. Every passenger's eyes were fixated on her and she too knew it, but walked unawares. The surprise in the eyes of everyone was because of two reasons. One..was seeing her in the bus and another reason was a child in her hand. "She? Married?" That was the question that sprang to everyone's mind. The kid in her hand and an ugly guy besides her seemed to answer their queries unknowingly.
She got 2 tickets and sat on the right hand side corner seat with the so-assumed husband. Everyone was still staring at her and she still didn’t react. She had become used to it for all her life and she was no longer bothered about it any more. She still remembered the surprise of her parents when they first saw her and the hara-kiri that was caused in her neighborhood. Now she was married and she didn’t want to think about it anymore and live a peaceful life....if these people do let her do so.
But then being an EUNUCH is still considered abnormal in our country......
She boarded the bus and looked around. Every passenger's eyes were fixated on her and she too knew it, but walked unawares. The surprise in the eyes of everyone was because of two reasons. One..was seeing her in the bus and another reason was a child in her hand. "She? Married?" That was the question that sprang to everyone's mind. The kid in her hand and an ugly guy besides her seemed to answer their queries unknowingly.
She got 2 tickets and sat on the right hand side corner seat with the so-assumed husband. Everyone was still staring at her and she still didn’t react. She had become used to it for all her life and she was no longer bothered about it any more. She still remembered the surprise of her parents when they first saw her and the hara-kiri that was caused in her neighborhood. Now she was married and she didn’t want to think about it anymore and live a peaceful life....if these people do let her do so.
But then being an EUNUCH is still considered abnormal in our country......
Monday, December 19, 2005
Thalai pola varuma....
"Saurav Ganguly Axed"
ATM vaasalla watchman velai paakara Sentry lerundu Madhdhiyila Aatchi seyyara Mandhiri varaikkum ellarum ippa hot a discussion seyyara matter "Annan Gangulya ippadi neeki irukkanuma koodaatha". Avan avan mazhaila ninainju poi naari kidakira nelamaila idellam tevayaana oru discussiona nu neenga keakaradu en kaadhula nalla vizhudu. Aana paarunga....naan oru Indian (Captain style la padeenga pu) Soththu ku lottery adichchalum vetti nyayam pesaradu nama ooru kalachaaram. Ada eppadi vittu tara mudiyum?
Sari...nadandadu nadandu pochchu. Inimae Ganguly enna panalaam??
1. West Bengal Annatha Buddhadeb Bhattacharya (peru sollumbode vaai sulikikkum pola)oda support annan Ganguly kku irukiradunaala, avar Calcutta la MP Seat ko illa MLA seat ko nikkalam. Eppadiyum makkal oda anudaabam ellam avarukku votea maari vizhum. Appadiyae padi padiya munneri avar Bengal kkae CM a kooda aanalum Aachariya padaradukku onnum illa.
2. Neenga teruvula road la padam varainju kaasu sambaadikiravangala paathirupeenga. Adae maadhiri Ganguly Howrah Bridge Naduvula Batting panni kaati sambaadikalaam. West bengal Govt avar kooda tie up vechchu Tourism promote pannalam.
3. Illana Dalmiya kitta assistant a serundu adutta BCCI election la ninnu avar BCCI chairman a appoint aagalam. Appadi nadanda Avar Rahul Dravid a Dravida malai aera sollalaam. Greg Chappella indiya saalaigalila Chappel illama mottai veyilla nadakka vechchu kodumai padutalaam. Oru over la oru bouncerkku mela potta Cricket lerundu Life ban pandra oru sattatha amal padutalaam.
4. Obvious choice...Avar cinema la nadikalaam. Avar kku avalava dance aada varadhu, nadikka teriyaadhu (appa avar tamil cinema la hero va nadikalaam nu neenga kaekiradhu ennaku kaekkudhu). Aana sandai nalla poda varadu naala avarukku action hero vaaippu kaathu kidakku. Kadaisiya kidaitha tagavalin padi Naghma avar padatula herione a nadikka samathichirukaanga.
Unga kaivasam enna idea irukku?
ATM vaasalla watchman velai paakara Sentry lerundu Madhdhiyila Aatchi seyyara Mandhiri varaikkum ellarum ippa hot a discussion seyyara matter "Annan Gangulya ippadi neeki irukkanuma koodaatha". Avan avan mazhaila ninainju poi naari kidakira nelamaila idellam tevayaana oru discussiona nu neenga keakaradu en kaadhula nalla vizhudu. Aana paarunga....naan oru Indian (Captain style la padeenga pu) Soththu ku lottery adichchalum vetti nyayam pesaradu nama ooru kalachaaram. Ada eppadi vittu tara mudiyum?
Sari...nadandadu nadandu pochchu. Inimae Ganguly enna panalaam??
1. West Bengal Annatha Buddhadeb Bhattacharya (peru sollumbode vaai sulikikkum pola)oda support annan Ganguly kku irukiradunaala, avar Calcutta la MP Seat ko illa MLA seat ko nikkalam. Eppadiyum makkal oda anudaabam ellam avarukku votea maari vizhum. Appadiyae padi padiya munneri avar Bengal kkae CM a kooda aanalum Aachariya padaradukku onnum illa.
2. Neenga teruvula road la padam varainju kaasu sambaadikiravangala paathirupeenga. Adae maadhiri Ganguly Howrah Bridge Naduvula Batting panni kaati sambaadikalaam. West bengal Govt avar kooda tie up vechchu Tourism promote pannalam.
3. Illana Dalmiya kitta assistant a serundu adutta BCCI election la ninnu avar BCCI chairman a appoint aagalam. Appadi nadanda Avar Rahul Dravid a Dravida malai aera sollalaam. Greg Chappella indiya saalaigalila Chappel illama mottai veyilla nadakka vechchu kodumai padutalaam. Oru over la oru bouncerkku mela potta Cricket lerundu Life ban pandra oru sattatha amal padutalaam.
4. Obvious choice...Avar cinema la nadikalaam. Avar kku avalava dance aada varadhu, nadikka teriyaadhu (appa avar tamil cinema la hero va nadikalaam nu neenga kaekiradhu ennaku kaekkudhu). Aana sandai nalla poda varadu naala avarukku action hero vaaippu kaathu kidakku. Kadaisiya kidaitha tagavalin padi Naghma avar padatula herione a nadikka samathichirukaanga.
Unga kaivasam enna idea irukku?
Monday, December 05, 2005
Like good old days.....
After a lot of pestering my friend Nithy(a) Nandoo started to write a blog. A statuory piece of warning for those coming here and about to go there...if u r weak in tamizh..u can very well close the cross marked devil on the right hand side of your screen. Nandoo is one Tamil nuttie and is awesome when at his best.
What a fantastic weekend!!!! For a few minutes i had to make myself believe that i was in chennai and not cherapunji. Had someone photographed me on Friday night, my company's shares would have plummeted to Indian politicans honesty's levels. With a bag in my right hand, a pant up to my knee and a shoe pair in my left hand, i did present a pitiable sight.
After having watched all the news channels and all interviews cursing the government about its lack of readiness u must be having a gloomy picture of the rains in chennai. So for a change i will give u a whole fresh perspective of the rain in chennai and the positives out of it. Water flooded mine and my friends room and obviously there was no power. We slept friday night among chennai's fav and habitual kosukadi and woke up to a boring saturday morning. My friend called up to enquire my well being and informed that his parents had gone out of station and offered us to stay at his house. And that is where the fun begins.
Imagine 11 bachelors in one room watching tv!!!A horrendous site. Usually saturday and sunday guys just go out somewhere to either beach or cinema or mostly office with the last one being the most prominent. After a long time so many of us were together at one place and for so long. Everyone kept pulling the others leg and needless to say that the guys were in great form. The only affected creature in the whole process was Nithys 60 day old labrador dog. The poor creature could harldy figure out who the hell were we occupying his kingdom. The best part of the 2 days was when we had dosai and uttapam prepared at home for all the 11 people. One batch kept eating and another kept preparing till we ran out of the dosai maavu.
The only time one realized that fun was over was when monday morning dawned and everyone grew duy consious and were back to their responsible self. Hmmm....i am not surprised why we all hate Monday Mornings!!!!
What a fantastic weekend!!!! For a few minutes i had to make myself believe that i was in chennai and not cherapunji. Had someone photographed me on Friday night, my company's shares would have plummeted to Indian politicans honesty's levels. With a bag in my right hand, a pant up to my knee and a shoe pair in my left hand, i did present a pitiable sight.
After having watched all the news channels and all interviews cursing the government about its lack of readiness u must be having a gloomy picture of the rains in chennai. So for a change i will give u a whole fresh perspective of the rain in chennai and the positives out of it. Water flooded mine and my friends room and obviously there was no power. We slept friday night among chennai's fav and habitual kosukadi and woke up to a boring saturday morning. My friend called up to enquire my well being and informed that his parents had gone out of station and offered us to stay at his house. And that is where the fun begins.
Imagine 11 bachelors in one room watching tv!!!A horrendous site. Usually saturday and sunday guys just go out somewhere to either beach or cinema or mostly office with the last one being the most prominent. After a long time so many of us were together at one place and for so long. Everyone kept pulling the others leg and needless to say that the guys were in great form. The only affected creature in the whole process was Nithys 60 day old labrador dog. The poor creature could harldy figure out who the hell were we occupying his kingdom. The best part of the 2 days was when we had dosai and uttapam prepared at home for all the 11 people. One batch kept eating and another kept preparing till we ran out of the dosai maavu.
The only time one realized that fun was over was when monday morning dawned and everyone grew duy consious and were back to their responsible self. Hmmm....i am not surprised why we all hate Monday Mornings!!!!
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