"I want you to get the photos of the new Mayor by tomorrow." said the chief. It was Friday night and there were very few workaholics in the office.
He nodded and walked outside the hall. He saw her on the far side of the office and wondered what she was typing so furiously. Curious, he tiptoed near her and looked at her. She appeared beautiful in the business suit and the dim lights of the office seem to accentuate them. What the hell, she appeared cute to him every day in every dress.
"Not going home?" She asked and broke his glance.
He: "Just got to work on an article the chief asked to finish. You?"
She: "Have to go. Kind of bored"
He (hesitant): "Well..by the way..Are you busy tomorrow?"
She (surprised): "Are you going out anywhere?"
He: "Well...just wanted to ask."
There is a moment’s silence which both don’t break. He takes off his spectacles as she looks outside the office at the skyscrapers. In his heart of hearts he wishes that she could identify him without them, but alas that doesn’t seem possible and he himself doesn’t want to happen.
He: "Ok. Time to leave. See you later. Good Night Lois."
She: "Good Night Clark."
He walked outside the building and cursed himself again. What was the point in being a Superman when you cant even tell what you feel like to the girl you love?
P.S: Superman or Sappaman. The situation and the outcome are not much different :-)
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Vegas - Show me More Money
This is one wicked city, which is just active at night. Everywhere people are out and by 9 PM you have fireworks. Reason? Yaarukku teriyum. Seems these guys celebrate Diwali everyday. The whole city is draped by lights and we were just wondering what must be electricity consumed on a whole as if we were going to be next Power ministers down there.
You can find Beer bottles in every other bus stop down there. Half of the guys down there look to be on dope. One guy was on such high dope that he came to near the huge fan and called me MJ and ask me to shake a leg. Now that’s a hell lot of a dope :-).
There were 2 women sitting outside a complex and the cop comes to us and winks and says that they were practioners of the oldest profession in the world. You could find them anywhere and everywhere in Vegas. Everywhere on the street you can find their photos pasted on the walls with their "assets" and phone numbers. One girl wore micro shorts, which I remember was even short than my Boxers. Infact you neednt go to the strip clubs as much of it was outside as well.
There were huge casinos and people furiously played there. I expected some James Bond type setting there but seems that it was reserved for the million dollar babies and not for the 10-dollar poor folks. We went to huge tower called STRATOSPHERE TOWER. We boarded the lift and by the time we wondered where to, it were on the top of 109 floors. I got reminded of my office elevator at that moment. It must have been installed when elevators must have been invented. It is so slow that I enter clean-shaven on the ground floor and end up with stubble on the 9th. Sometime during presentations I carry a razor set to shave during the "journey".
From that tower you get to see the whole of Vegas. For people who have fear of heights...don’t look down from the glass panel. There was a guy who was drawing caricature for 10 bucks. We decided to give him some test and approached him. He drew Shaggy and Jithu but refused to draw mine. The reason he offered was it was against his professional ethics to draw a cartoon on a caricature. After a lot of convincing and cajoling he drew it with a What-a-dogs-life kind of look. There was more crowd near him than the glass panel as people wondered if he could really complete such a Mission Impossible. The only thing everyone didn’t do was giving a standing ovation after he completed it.
To avoid any unnecessary heart attacks and calamity I have the photo locked in some numbered locker in the Swiss bank :-).
You can find Beer bottles in every other bus stop down there. Half of the guys down there look to be on dope. One guy was on such high dope that he came to near the huge fan and called me MJ and ask me to shake a leg. Now that’s a hell lot of a dope :-).
There were 2 women sitting outside a complex and the cop comes to us and winks and says that they were practioners of the oldest profession in the world. You could find them anywhere and everywhere in Vegas. Everywhere on the street you can find their photos pasted on the walls with their "assets" and phone numbers. One girl wore micro shorts, which I remember was even short than my Boxers. Infact you neednt go to the strip clubs as much of it was outside as well.
There were huge casinos and people furiously played there. I expected some James Bond type setting there but seems that it was reserved for the million dollar babies and not for the 10-dollar poor folks. We went to huge tower called STRATOSPHERE TOWER. We boarded the lift and by the time we wondered where to, it were on the top of 109 floors. I got reminded of my office elevator at that moment. It must have been installed when elevators must have been invented. It is so slow that I enter clean-shaven on the ground floor and end up with stubble on the 9th. Sometime during presentations I carry a razor set to shave during the "journey".
From that tower you get to see the whole of Vegas. For people who have fear of heights...don’t look down from the glass panel. There was a guy who was drawing caricature for 10 bucks. We decided to give him some test and approached him. He drew Shaggy and Jithu but refused to draw mine. The reason he offered was it was against his professional ethics to draw a cartoon on a caricature. After a lot of convincing and cajoling he drew it with a What-a-dogs-life kind of look. There was more crowd near him than the glass panel as people wondered if he could really complete such a Mission Impossible. The only thing everyone didn’t do was giving a standing ovation after he completed it.
To avoid any unnecessary heart attacks and calamity I have the photo locked in some numbered locker in the Swiss bank :-).
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Praying with anger
5.30 PM. Mumbai Church gate railway station. The unnamed man was standing facing the train. He had eyes which were hazel and looked like he was an insomniac. He had a 3 day beard and must be in his 30's though the pain in his eyes suggested that he had been living for ages. He had no name and no religion and hence no god. To him the only god who made sense was money and he knew that the rest of the whole world prayed to their respective "gods" for the same. He clutched the leather bag on his shoulder very tightly and the tension in his mind weighed much more than the contents in that leather bag.
He got into the train and slowly and steadily dropped the bag and with his feet moved it under the seat. He noticed the irony that the person seated just above the seat looked like his father...who was killed in the Godhra riots. He looked at the harmless faces of his co-passengers and wondered each ones train of thoughts. Near him was a middle aged man holding some sweets and a doll for his 3 year old kid. Seated next to him was an old man who seemed worried about his unemployed son. There was a lady on the far side who clutched her 4 year old daughter. Near her sat a nun who had her eyes closed and was praying something. If she was praying for heaven...little did she realize that this unnamed man was going to make her wish come true.
He didn’t have any remorse or guilt for his actions. A well read man that he was, he wondered at the stupidity of human race. For centuries humans have been fighting on the name of wealth, power, land, women and god. All we humans need is a reason to mutilate our fellow human being. He didn’t expect himself to be caught for at least sometime. He knew that the blasts would be followed by the usual round of "Condemning" the actions, some blame game on neighboring nations though this may be an insider’s action, an enquiry committee which will go on for years and whose outcome will be a 1000 pages of report which wont even put a fly to jail let alone the political bigwigs.
He walked down the next station and waited for the time to tick to 6.05 PM. The Agent had promised him Rs.100000 extra if the blast happened in the station and not in midway. A master of his profession that he was, he had set it for the same. He never bothered to ask the agent the name of his beneficiary as it meant nothing to him. With this money he should be able to book tickets to Dubai and settle down there. This country was no longer safe to live.
He got into the train and slowly and steadily dropped the bag and with his feet moved it under the seat. He noticed the irony that the person seated just above the seat looked like his father...who was killed in the Godhra riots. He looked at the harmless faces of his co-passengers and wondered each ones train of thoughts. Near him was a middle aged man holding some sweets and a doll for his 3 year old kid. Seated next to him was an old man who seemed worried about his unemployed son. There was a lady on the far side who clutched her 4 year old daughter. Near her sat a nun who had her eyes closed and was praying something. If she was praying for heaven...little did she realize that this unnamed man was going to make her wish come true.
He didn’t have any remorse or guilt for his actions. A well read man that he was, he wondered at the stupidity of human race. For centuries humans have been fighting on the name of wealth, power, land, women and god. All we humans need is a reason to mutilate our fellow human being. He didn’t expect himself to be caught for at least sometime. He knew that the blasts would be followed by the usual round of "Condemning" the actions, some blame game on neighboring nations though this may be an insider’s action, an enquiry committee which will go on for years and whose outcome will be a 1000 pages of report which wont even put a fly to jail let alone the political bigwigs.
He walked down the next station and waited for the time to tick to 6.05 PM. The Agent had promised him Rs.100000 extra if the blast happened in the station and not in midway. A master of his profession that he was, he had set it for the same. He never bothered to ask the agent the name of his beneficiary as it meant nothing to him. With this money he should be able to book tickets to Dubai and settle down there. This country was no longer safe to live.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Vegas - Show me the Money
There is only person who is most revered in Las Vegas.... Benjamin Franklin...the guy smiling on the 100$ note. The bottom line is that if you have lots of money with Benjamin on it and have 3 days to spoil yourself (I think 3 days should be enough)..Vegas is all yours. When I told my Manager that I was going to Vegas he winked and said "Enjoy".
The great weekend started right in the Los Angeles airport when I landed there almost 2 Hours late of my scheduled time. The greetings of "Eppadi irukeenga" "Baagu unnara" "Kem cho" "Kya haal hai yaar" were predominant than "Howdy" in the airport. Some Americans looked confused and wondered if it was LAX or the Dum Dum or Anna International. India Shining :-).By 11 PM Jithu, Nattu and Saini arrived and we were escorted straight to Vegas by Shaggy. Vroooommmmmmmmm.
After one tin of Soda (meaning Pepsi) and some air conditioner the condition did "deteriorate". We got near a Freeway and thought of freeing ourselves but as luck would have it, the door to the rest room read "Employees Only". Jithu and me went close enough to signing a contract :-) At 4.30 AM we arrived at the great Gambling city of Vegas. Perhaps Gandhi's visionary freedom for women exists here, as they seemed carelessly wandering around at that hour.
After catching some 5 hours of sleep, we were back to business. It was freaking hot in Vegas at about 118F. As David Letterman said "It was so hot that Angelina Jolie decided to adopt an Eskimo". Thanks to Jithu's expert advice I was carrying a Jerkin. Besides the clown in the Great circus I was the only idiot in the whole Vegas with a jerkin. After eating something (I didn’t know anything about it except that it was something veggie) we went around, but it was so hot that we decided that the room was a much better place.
The city contained some replicas of famous monuments around the world as the Empire State building, Eiffel Tower, Status of Liberty. Since this city is all about lust, Taj mahal was missing. Vegas looks best at night and that’s when the life begins here. Wanna know more? Stay tuned.
The great weekend started right in the Los Angeles airport when I landed there almost 2 Hours late of my scheduled time. The greetings of "Eppadi irukeenga" "Baagu unnara" "Kem cho" "Kya haal hai yaar" were predominant than "Howdy" in the airport. Some Americans looked confused and wondered if it was LAX or the Dum Dum or Anna International. India Shining :-).By 11 PM Jithu, Nattu and Saini arrived and we were escorted straight to Vegas by Shaggy. Vroooommmmmmmmm.
After one tin of Soda (meaning Pepsi) and some air conditioner the condition did "deteriorate". We got near a Freeway and thought of freeing ourselves but as luck would have it, the door to the rest room read "Employees Only". Jithu and me went close enough to signing a contract :-) At 4.30 AM we arrived at the great Gambling city of Vegas. Perhaps Gandhi's visionary freedom for women exists here, as they seemed carelessly wandering around at that hour.
After catching some 5 hours of sleep, we were back to business. It was freaking hot in Vegas at about 118F. As David Letterman said "It was so hot that Angelina Jolie decided to adopt an Eskimo". Thanks to Jithu's expert advice I was carrying a Jerkin. Besides the clown in the Great circus I was the only idiot in the whole Vegas with a jerkin. After eating something (I didn’t know anything about it except that it was something veggie) we went around, but it was so hot that we decided that the room was a much better place.
The city contained some replicas of famous monuments around the world as the Empire State building, Eiffel Tower, Status of Liberty. Since this city is all about lust, Taj mahal was missing. Vegas looks best at night and that’s when the life begins here. Wanna know more? Stay tuned.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
I believe I can fly
One of the nicest thing about life is that it throws us a pleasant surprise when we least expect it to happen. Just when my weekends were dull and boring, I chanced upon a great opportunity. Seems that the company folks decided that the people over here had worked (?) a lot and needed some break and so arranged for a trip to an amusement park called Six Flags in Massachusetts.
The cute gal on weather commission predicted some thunder showers and I thought that the weather gods may be up to something as insane as Arjun Singh, but thankfully it wasn’t to happen. The moment I saw those huuuuge rides I was back to my normal brat self. I skipped breakfast and lunch just to make sure that I don’t end up drawing any modern art paintings (meaning puke) on somebody’s dress. The rides were excellent and one of them had a drop from 225 feet to 70 feet. Voila...it was fun.
The ultimate fun was reserved for the end of the day. It was partly Bungee jumping stuff and the moment I saw it I knew it was for me. For long I had wanted to do bungee jumping and this was an opportunity on a golden platter. When I let the rope go and swayed in the air for a free fall...the effect was mesmerizing and ecstatic. Just like the last scene in Gladiator where Maximus remembers his wife, kid and his country, I remembered my parents, brother, friends, Manager, 3rd std Maths teacher, 8th std English teacher, the first girl who said "You are cute"(Liar Liar)...boy...it was fun.
I traveled in all the deadly rides and was every angle imaginable from 0 to 360 degrees. Like bugs in Microsoft applications, I was on every other deadly ride. One of my colleague got curious and asked me if I had a twin.
I promised him that I would enquire about the same with my father :-)
Coming Soon: Mask in Vegas, Universal and Disney land. :-) :-)
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Nandoo - The Sweet Rascal
It happened on a July 03. The holy god decided that the life on earth had been very boring, quiet and dull. To add some spice to everybody's life - he created NANDOO. Nandoo- the Ultimate entertainer.
Nandoo - Good
For those who are not familiar with Nandoo, let me give you a sneak peek into his little life. He is a born entertainer. While the rest of us relied on the gift if our gab for every presentation, Nandoo had an extra weapon - his wild imagination. He could collect the right picture for any topic given and his presentations were always outstanding. Whether it is the award winning paper presentation or the presentation for the kids at the destitute home, each had the stamp of Nandoo's creativity.
Nandoo could think out of the box. During the college cultural when we decided that we would lip sync a scene from Alaipayuthae, he gave the corniest idea and the whole college loved it. He gave just what the people wanted.
Nandoo - Bad
Nandoo is a born prankster. I am surprised that he doesn’t sport horns on his head like the Onida kid. Once we had been to a college for some cultural and the following is the way he answered a quiz.
Q. Who is called China's sorrow?
A. You
Q. Who is the world's richest man according to Forbes?
A. Me
Q. Who was crowned Ms. Universe in 1994?
A. Your Aaya.
In better sense we left the name column blank and that’s why we are still alive blogging :-)
At the outset he is a jolly good fella, but something that many people don’t know is that Nandoo REALLY gets angry. I remember Maapu was once studying something (I guess it was DSP) at an unearthly hour (meaning before the semester exams :-)) and when I asked why he replied "Nandoo Thittuvaan".
Nandoo - Ugly
Nandoo is a spendthrift. Give him a million dollars and he will tell you a plan to finish it in a day. I guess the only people who enjoy his support in this regard are the Credit card people.
In his childhood Nandoo was taught the principle of Forgive and Forget. Since Nandoo was gaping shamelessly at the girl next door he only heard the word Forget and follows it faithfully to date. We would go out somewhere and he would ask me "Where is the bike key?” It’s just that his stars have been good that his pulsar is still on road with him.
Nandoo has lost 4 mobile phones till date. The first time we had argument for a day as which mobile phone to buy. He bought a Sony 210 model for about 10K and lost it in Bangalore. One thing I have noticed about people who lose their mobile is that once they lose one, the next model is most probably a Nokia 1100. I guess Nokia can advertise it as a Loser's Mobile (pun intended). When Nandoo lost his 4th mobile successfully (?) he called the Airtel guy.
Nandoo: Hi. I just lost my mobile phone. Can you please lock my number xxxxxxxxxx.
Airtel: Yes Sir. I will do it. And I am sorry to hear this.
Nandoo: It’s ok. It’s not first time I am doing this. By the way this is the 4th mobile I have lost.
I heard that the guy fainted and was out on a week's leave.
Please join me in wishing Nandoo a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Long live Nandoo and long live his pranks :-).
Nandoo - Good
For those who are not familiar with Nandoo, let me give you a sneak peek into his little life. He is a born entertainer. While the rest of us relied on the gift if our gab for every presentation, Nandoo had an extra weapon - his wild imagination. He could collect the right picture for any topic given and his presentations were always outstanding. Whether it is the award winning paper presentation or the presentation for the kids at the destitute home, each had the stamp of Nandoo's creativity.
Nandoo could think out of the box. During the college cultural when we decided that we would lip sync a scene from Alaipayuthae, he gave the corniest idea and the whole college loved it. He gave just what the people wanted.
Nandoo - Bad
Nandoo is a born prankster. I am surprised that he doesn’t sport horns on his head like the Onida kid. Once we had been to a college for some cultural and the following is the way he answered a quiz.
Q. Who is called China's sorrow?
A. You
Q. Who is the world's richest man according to Forbes?
A. Me
Q. Who was crowned Ms. Universe in 1994?
A. Your Aaya.
In better sense we left the name column blank and that’s why we are still alive blogging :-)
At the outset he is a jolly good fella, but something that many people don’t know is that Nandoo REALLY gets angry. I remember Maapu was once studying something (I guess it was DSP) at an unearthly hour (meaning before the semester exams :-)) and when I asked why he replied "Nandoo Thittuvaan".
Nandoo - Ugly
Nandoo is a spendthrift. Give him a million dollars and he will tell you a plan to finish it in a day. I guess the only people who enjoy his support in this regard are the Credit card people.
In his childhood Nandoo was taught the principle of Forgive and Forget. Since Nandoo was gaping shamelessly at the girl next door he only heard the word Forget and follows it faithfully to date. We would go out somewhere and he would ask me "Where is the bike key?” It’s just that his stars have been good that his pulsar is still on road with him.
Nandoo has lost 4 mobile phones till date. The first time we had argument for a day as which mobile phone to buy. He bought a Sony 210 model for about 10K and lost it in Bangalore. One thing I have noticed about people who lose their mobile is that once they lose one, the next model is most probably a Nokia 1100. I guess Nokia can advertise it as a Loser's Mobile (pun intended). When Nandoo lost his 4th mobile successfully (?) he called the Airtel guy.
Nandoo: Hi. I just lost my mobile phone. Can you please lock my number xxxxxxxxxx.
Airtel: Yes Sir. I will do it. And I am sorry to hear this.
Nandoo: It’s ok. It’s not first time I am doing this. By the way this is the 4th mobile I have lost.
I heard that the guy fainted and was out on a week's leave.
Please join me in wishing Nandoo a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Long live Nandoo and long live his pranks :-).
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Finding Neverland
Movies are of 2 types. They are either meant to entertain you or move you. Unfortunately the ones made now are made in secret joint venture with the pharmaceutical companies to increase the sales of their headache pills. The only move possible is you move even before the ending credit rolls up. Today I found a movie that was an exception....a glorifying one. FINDING NEVERLAND.
For those who have never heard about this movie, this is in short about it. J M Barrie was a famous author whose play had flopped and panned as well. He finds himself in what is called as a writer’s block. He comes across a family of a widow and her 4 sons....the most interesting of them is PETER. Based on the adventures with the boys that Barrie has, he writes a play called PETER PAN, which is about a farie who would never age, and his chronicles.
I know what you are thinking. So what’s special in this movie? Imagination. Just turn back time and think what you imagined when you were a child. Didn’t we all imagine flying? A world without gravity, without any school, without the strict math’s teacher, without any homework. A world where plants have chocolates as flowers, where candies could grow on tress, where we could fly as high as we want and do what we like. What happened to that innocence?
The present generation of children seems to have been robbed of their innocence. I remember my friend telling me that one of his young relative once mentioned in the beach "hai…fan maadhiriyae kaathu varadu illa?". Pity that children are made to attend computer courses, play stupid video games and kick karate in vacations and not explore what lays around in this beautiful world. I have no doubt why we all starve for someone as J K Rowling to imagine for us as in Harry Potter.
But on the other side, when I happen to stroll by the shopping mall near my house, I smile to myself when I see children playing happily on their perambulators. I envy them as well, as I as a kid never had a perambulator and I wonder now I am too large to be carried in one at present. There was kid at this Disney toyshop that was running around picking everything he could and throwing it around. I could imagine how his father must have been so fit for his age. But isn’t it amazing the amount of energy we had as kids? I remember playing cricket from morning till evening in Gujarat at about 42 Degrees. The previous month I gulped 2 cold drinks and 2 buttermilk packets after just an hour of walk in the mottai veyyil of Chennai.
So tell me....what was your Neverland?
For those who have never heard about this movie, this is in short about it. J M Barrie was a famous author whose play had flopped and panned as well. He finds himself in what is called as a writer’s block. He comes across a family of a widow and her 4 sons....the most interesting of them is PETER. Based on the adventures with the boys that Barrie has, he writes a play called PETER PAN, which is about a farie who would never age, and his chronicles.
I know what you are thinking. So what’s special in this movie? Imagination. Just turn back time and think what you imagined when you were a child. Didn’t we all imagine flying? A world without gravity, without any school, without the strict math’s teacher, without any homework. A world where plants have chocolates as flowers, where candies could grow on tress, where we could fly as high as we want and do what we like. What happened to that innocence?
The present generation of children seems to have been robbed of their innocence. I remember my friend telling me that one of his young relative once mentioned in the beach "hai…fan maadhiriyae kaathu varadu illa?". Pity that children are made to attend computer courses, play stupid video games and kick karate in vacations and not explore what lays around in this beautiful world. I have no doubt why we all starve for someone as J K Rowling to imagine for us as in Harry Potter.
But on the other side, when I happen to stroll by the shopping mall near my house, I smile to myself when I see children playing happily on their perambulators. I envy them as well, as I as a kid never had a perambulator and I wonder now I am too large to be carried in one at present. There was kid at this Disney toyshop that was running around picking everything he could and throwing it around. I could imagine how his father must have been so fit for his age. But isn’t it amazing the amount of energy we had as kids? I remember playing cricket from morning till evening in Gujarat at about 42 Degrees. The previous month I gulped 2 cold drinks and 2 buttermilk packets after just an hour of walk in the mottai veyyil of Chennai.
So tell me....what was your Neverland?
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
What's in a Name?
This part of the blog is brought to you by my Client manager. Ooops...before you decide to confuse yourself that the one you are sitting before is an idiot box or a comp, let me clarify it. The whole germ for this blog was born when my client Manager addressed me.."HARRAASH". Holy Crap!!!
Now take a tortoise coil and revolve it before your eyes and travel back in time mahine. Yup...you guessed it. We are now switching on to the flashback mode. Long ago (not very long though) when i was born, my parents decided to christen me as HARIHARAN and did so. But I guess that they were clairvoyant enough to understand that I would be a singer good enough to invite all donkeys in neighbourhood and so decided not to mess up with Gazal ustad and playback singer Hariharan's name and so shortened it to Harish. To make matters little more complicated, my parents gave birth to my younger brother (which I don’t mind) and named him Girish (I do now). From all my relatives to my neighbors people had this huge confusion of Who is Harish and is he the elder or younger one.
As if the confusion was very less, my school principal included my grandpa's name with mine and there all hell broke loose. My name became CHELLAM HARISH NARAYANAN in all my official records..from mark sheets to Visa, my name has been mutilated.
Have you ever counted the number of blocks while entering your name in the passport or any other form? No? I did. Every time I saw some blocks to enter my name, i would growl and enter it as if i were signing my death warrant.
Infact I was asked this question in my interview
Interviewer:"So tell me your name?"
Me: "I am Chellam Harish Narayanan"
Interviewer: "No No. I am asking YOUR name"
Me (bulb glowing above):"Well, I am Harish. Chellam is my Grandfather and Narayanan is my father. (pause)You see, i am a literal sandwich between my pa and Grandpa."(Smiles from interviewer)
Apart from my name i have been addressed as the following
1. Haathi, Aalu - This was in North India when i looked like Yoko Zuna's desecdent
2. Ice - Usually kids of 2 or 3 years end up sounding COOL
3. Soda butti - Humiliation for a herediatry defect. Now wearing glasses is a fashion. Damn!
4. Takkali - My school senior referred me for my chubby cheeks.
5. Harris - Thank you ohmahazia Harris.
6. Harry Potter - Other than spectacles and lack of girlfriends, we are nowhere similar.
7. Mandu - College adaimozhi. Price I paid for my stupidness
8. Chellam - My teammates love irritating by calling me with this. Someone would yell "Chellam...inda error eppadi solve pandradu??" a la Prakash Raj. Sorry Grandpa :-)
Well...I have no qualms about being called anything as long as it sounds respectful. Ore oru kurai thaan. Enda ponnum vandu "Chellam...I Love you da" solla maatengra. :-) (Aasai dosai)
Now take a tortoise coil and revolve it before your eyes and travel back in time mahine. Yup...you guessed it. We are now switching on to the flashback mode. Long ago (not very long though) when i was born, my parents decided to christen me as HARIHARAN and did so. But I guess that they were clairvoyant enough to understand that I would be a singer good enough to invite all donkeys in neighbourhood and so decided not to mess up with Gazal ustad and playback singer Hariharan's name and so shortened it to Harish. To make matters little more complicated, my parents gave birth to my younger brother (which I don’t mind) and named him Girish (I do now). From all my relatives to my neighbors people had this huge confusion of Who is Harish and is he the elder or younger one.
As if the confusion was very less, my school principal included my grandpa's name with mine and there all hell broke loose. My name became CHELLAM HARISH NARAYANAN in all my official records..from mark sheets to Visa, my name has been mutilated.
Have you ever counted the number of blocks while entering your name in the passport or any other form? No? I did. Every time I saw some blocks to enter my name, i would growl and enter it as if i were signing my death warrant.
Infact I was asked this question in my interview
Interviewer:"So tell me your name?"
Me: "I am Chellam Harish Narayanan"
Interviewer: "No No. I am asking YOUR name"
Me (bulb glowing above):"Well, I am Harish. Chellam is my Grandfather and Narayanan is my father. (pause)You see, i am a literal sandwich between my pa and Grandpa."(Smiles from interviewer)
Apart from my name i have been addressed as the following
1. Haathi, Aalu - This was in North India when i looked like Yoko Zuna's desecdent
2. Ice - Usually kids of 2 or 3 years end up sounding COOL
3. Soda butti - Humiliation for a herediatry defect. Now wearing glasses is a fashion. Damn!
4. Takkali - My school senior referred me for my chubby cheeks.
5. Harris - Thank you ohmahazia Harris.
6. Harry Potter - Other than spectacles and lack of girlfriends, we are nowhere similar.
7. Mandu - College adaimozhi. Price I paid for my stupidness
8. Chellam - My teammates love irritating by calling me with this. Someone would yell "Chellam...inda error eppadi solve pandradu??" a la Prakash Raj. Sorry Grandpa :-)
Well...I have no qualms about being called anything as long as it sounds respectful. Ore oru kurai thaan. Enda ponnum vandu "Chellam...I Love you da" solla maatengra. :-) (Aasai dosai)
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Alice in Wonderland
"What am i doing here?" Naveen asked himself for the umpteenth time. The place he was standing now was something new to him and he had never been to one before. He had come here because his roommate had persuaded him to do so..and now he didnt know what to do.
He looked grimly at the lady next to him and she gave him a cold stare which was enough to scare him to death. His friend came running around and ordered "Dei..Take lipgloss from that shelf"
Naveen "Whats that?"
Friend "LipGloss yaar..dont you know what a lipgloss is?"
Naveen gave him a i-have-just-landed-from-mars look and his friend gave him a are-you-gay stare.
Naveen was still wondering what was he doing in the Women's clothing and intimate wear section in the Mall.
P.S: Anda paava patta Naveen naan daanungo :-)
He looked grimly at the lady next to him and she gave him a cold stare which was enough to scare him to death. His friend came running around and ordered "Dei..Take lipgloss from that shelf"
Naveen "Whats that?"
Friend "LipGloss yaar..dont you know what a lipgloss is?"
Naveen gave him a i-have-just-landed-from-mars look and his friend gave him a are-you-gay stare.
Naveen was still wondering what was he doing in the Women's clothing and intimate wear section in the Mall.
P.S: Anda paava patta Naveen naan daanungo :-)
Saturday, June 03, 2006
MI3: Cruise Controlled
Tom Cruise and his famous signature MI theme are back in MI3. The movie is running to "packed houses" here (there were 13 people including the operator) and my morale on watching this very sight at beginning got dwindled.
But then guys..its not necessary that a crowded movie be great and vice versa (example Vijay’s movies in Tamil). Coming back to the movie..it was sheer popcorn stuff. Story? Well..this time the mission is personal for Cruise and his team. Super Spy Ethan Hunt (Cruise) is now out from force and wants to marry his lady love Julia (a Katie Holmes-look-alike-Michelle Monaghan). He is persuaded on one last mission where he is confronted by Damien (Philip Hoffman) and what happens next is the rest of MI3.
The movie begins in a novel like fashion with the prologue and then proceeding from the beginning. Hoffman stars as the bad guy and poor chap..he doesn’t even have the footage that Vadivelu enjoys in our Tamil movies. Better luck next time buddy!! The heroine has nothing to do but to wear nice lipstick and kiss Cruise hungrily and scream in the climax. The rest of the cast fades including Laurence Fishburne before one man...CRUISE.
Admit it guys. This guy Cruise is a Superstar and he is there from frame one to the end credits. He lights up the screen with his magnetic presence and charming smile. That too being also the producer of movie he has done his EXTRA bit. (Watch out for the scene where he is on a 100 meter dash in the climax..paavam..padam nalla odunum garadukaaga avarum odi irukkaru). This is the Director (JJ Abrams) first movie and he doesn’t show any nervousness in any way. Obviously you shouldn’t get one after having created two super hit shows on telly (Alias and Lost).
Plot holes? Well..being a super spy movie this one has no one-liners(Unforgivable). Also I miss the poetical John Woo type super slow motion and dove flying shots. The Hero’s team kidnaps Hoffman from Vatican as if the place was Erumaipatti and not Vatican. They said the film flopped here due to Cruise’s personal image getting a beating after he jumped on Couch declaring love for Katie Holmes. Everywhere people are the same. Aren’t they?
The final verdict? Simple. If you want 2 hours of entertainment without asking questions, just grab your popcorn and barge in to the theatre near you playing MI3.
But then guys..its not necessary that a crowded movie be great and vice versa (example Vijay’s movies in Tamil). Coming back to the movie..it was sheer popcorn stuff. Story? Well..this time the mission is personal for Cruise and his team. Super Spy Ethan Hunt (Cruise) is now out from force and wants to marry his lady love Julia (a Katie Holmes-look-alike-Michelle Monaghan). He is persuaded on one last mission where he is confronted by Damien (Philip Hoffman) and what happens next is the rest of MI3.
The movie begins in a novel like fashion with the prologue and then proceeding from the beginning. Hoffman stars as the bad guy and poor chap..he doesn’t even have the footage that Vadivelu enjoys in our Tamil movies. Better luck next time buddy!! The heroine has nothing to do but to wear nice lipstick and kiss Cruise hungrily and scream in the climax. The rest of the cast fades including Laurence Fishburne before one man...CRUISE.
Admit it guys. This guy Cruise is a Superstar and he is there from frame one to the end credits. He lights up the screen with his magnetic presence and charming smile. That too being also the producer of movie he has done his EXTRA bit. (Watch out for the scene where he is on a 100 meter dash in the climax..paavam..padam nalla odunum garadukaaga avarum odi irukkaru). This is the Director (JJ Abrams) first movie and he doesn’t show any nervousness in any way. Obviously you shouldn’t get one after having created two super hit shows on telly (Alias and Lost).
Plot holes? Well..being a super spy movie this one has no one-liners(Unforgivable). Also I miss the poetical John Woo type super slow motion and dove flying shots. The Hero’s team kidnaps Hoffman from Vatican as if the place was Erumaipatti and not Vatican. They said the film flopped here due to Cruise’s personal image getting a beating after he jumped on Couch declaring love for Katie Holmes. Everywhere people are the same. Aren’t they?
The final verdict? Simple. If you want 2 hours of entertainment without asking questions, just grab your popcorn and barge in to the theatre near you playing MI3.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Kokki
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.
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.
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?
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