Out of Sight ...

Words - aloud or unsaid,

To pacify pearls falling,

Or just some heartfelts,

Days spent together,

My savior were you,

The reason for my smiles,

My lifeline in storms unknown,

The celebrator of my joys,

My secret keeper,

And so I was yours,

Playing, Walking, Just sitting around,

An unseen camera clicked us,

As we lived those magical moments,

Like an opera,

Growing to it's final crescendo ...

And as the curtains drew to a close,

So did our time together,

Distance comes now between us,

As priorities change with milestones,

Our amity losing momentum,

Like sand slipping through fingers,

All that's left are,

The pictures of perfect moments,

The echo of those final notes

When you and I were closer...

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For my Friends, whom I miss truly, dearly ...
I never heard the word "FRIEND " has an end :)
Why does out of sight eventually become, out of mind too ?? All it takes is a few words, to let someone know you are missed.

Reach out .. to those who you cared for , long ago ............

What Will I Do ....... Without You ???

Just a thought on how a true love , if parted may feel like.......
This is what i felt on thinking about those who have travelled through these phases in their lives.
Just trying out my best to feel it from their shoes to express the same on beahlf of them..........

I am no Percy Shelly nor the Wordsworth........ yet a simple human who felt it for others !


What Will I Do ....... Without You ???

Don't walk away ..... Don't walk away oh my love ........
I'll be here if you are here ! ...in your relation ..
Don't walk away ..... Don't walk away oh sweet heart ........
I'll die here if you walk away! ... in your separation ..

The days spent with you are covering & vanishing like dreams..
When you look at me ........ asking who am i ?
I feel i am in the boundary of death ..... dying every moment.
I will be watching at you even from my cemetery.

The clouds part away and meet again in their routines,
Oh my love .. your love is the same for me ......
Love is not a street light to be switched off once the day breaks.
Even the fire cant burn down the memories that i carry of you ,
I will be waiting for you forever....... with my love intact.

The most beautiful moments of my life - you gave them
The untreatable sorrow of my life - you gave it now,
Like the creator visits us when we are asleep,
you came in to my life and vanished - making me look silly.
Oh my love , without you the whole world has turned into a dark tunnel.
Will you show me the torch - as you are my light in this world.

Don't walk away ..... oh my love,
I am worried being locked up into a glass cage,
And the loneliness surrounding me is like a torture.
Your thoughts are making me go sleepless
The morning coffee without your kiss is like a poison
You are not there to remove the speck fallen into my eyes ,
Why are you not here with me to calm my ruffled mind ?


I am here and where are you ? these lonely moments passes like years for me.
The sea is here and sky is there - are we becoming a paradigm for it ?
This small city is sleeping and the loneliness is growing
Now the rain is falling heavy and so may be the mist enveloping tomorrow !
My pen writes imposition of your name throughout my diary
and it acquires sweetness as the ants swarm it - just because it wrote your name.
Though its chill out here , the rainy season appears to be summer for me alone.
Oh my love if you come here even the Lava will also frost into an ice !

Don't walk away ........

Don't walk away .........

The death may consume me !

ALAS...!!!I ITS A DREAM.....

with the rays of sun
falling on my cheeks
my minds jumps with fun
with your memories in heaps

The fresh bean of coffee
brings you beside me
every sip that i taste
is a hug from you Babe

the rose i buy
makes me feel high
every look at its beauty
brought you to me Cutie

Every thought has you
every moment was new
I searched you every where
and you were always There

Walking in the beach
the world was out of reach
the water was a chill
but brought me the happiness Pill

I found a new world
when i was tight in your arms
the air around was cold
but i was feeling Warm

when i realized that I LOVE YOU
i was eager to tell you
Suddenly, I heard a scream

Alas!!...all this is just a DREAM....!!!!

thinking of ..................................

Kids ..... wonder they know more ........

Kids ..........

They know much more than us. The often keep us dumbstuck with thier questions or replies. The ' Illiterate ' people abuse them stating they speak more than their age. Literate people use their knowledge and conclude at them stating " its a generation gap ". But in reality , the creator reminds the elders that he his filling our shoes with the new ultra fast fresh minds and its time for us to leave them take up things with a few guidance from us.

There are many instances where a child makes an adult feel speechless by thier pure sense of timing that is second best to none. Out of the many incidents I instantly remember two of them that are afresh in my mind.

1) My Nephew ;

He is just 3 and a half years old. He is a darling of our family and thus we just adore him a lot. Sometimes this may get over and that becomes a torture for the little one.My younger bro use to have fun by irritating this little kid by disturbing him when he is watching his favorite " Tom & Jerry ". He use to come from his pre kg schoool and would sit in front of the tv and enjoy his show.actually the real T&J at home was my bro and my nephew.

One morning the little kid had a bad start and thus he missed his school bus. My bro got ready to drop him at school so that he can be on time.Still he was troubling him by asking him too much questions and the little kid just gave him replies in a couple of one liners. All at a speed of a wink of an eye and my bro stood stunned.

My Bro : Why did you miss your bus ?

My Nephew : Things got late.

My Bro : Why did it get late ?

My Nephew : ask mom .

My Bro : hmmm ....... come on i will drop you in your school .

My Nephew : At the end " Tom & Jerry " will become friends. ( stating the climax that he is friendly with my bro )

My Bro: %$#*+&^%>! - ha ha ha literally speechless.

This was not the first time, very recently i called home and spoke with my mom. I asked my mom to call my bro so that i can speak to him. he was out of the country and so i have not spoken to him for a month. Before he could pick the reciever and say hello to me in the background i heard a voice ( the little one imitating me said ) ' Hi da Mohan h r u ? '

My bro stood dumb again ............ the little one's really rock with their timings.


2) I heard about this incident a few months ago in the office and it still lingers in my mind.

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A lesson from father to son, or is it?

Father: Cows give milk.

Son: No, cows don't give milk.

Father: Yes, they do.

Son: No, they don't.

And the argument continues. So, the father takes the son to a dairy farm and shows him a cow being milked.

Father: See? cows give milk.

Son: No. Don't you see? Cows don't give milk. Man takes milk from the cow.

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How on earth do kids come up with such things to say! Stumps me every time !

Love does'nt need any prop ...................

Love may or may not be in celebrating valentines day, it may or may not be in gifting cards or flowers or diamonds, it may or may not be in honeymoon, it may or may not be in travel trips together, it may or may not be in kissing or making love, it may or may not be in holding hands, it may or may not be in dancing together, it may or may not be in getting pictures clicked together, it may or may not be in talking on phone for hours, it may or may not be in spending time together, it may or may not be in fights and making it up, it may or may be in candle light dinners or watching movies together.

But love certainly is in waiting for the person for hours with empty stomach so that you can have dinner together, it is when you finish each other’s sentences, it is when the person can not see a drop of tear in your eyes, it is when the person can do anything to see a small curve of smile, it is in the silence that they share together, it is when you know the person loves you even when he/she is not around you and in million other things where in you do not need any props because :Love does not need any prop but it needs only two people who are honest to each other and to themselves as well.

Women - Here is how u can understand Men !!!!!

We laugh! We cry! We need to be alone! We want to be your hero! We want to have a boy’s night out and watch senseless sports over and a Oscar nominated foreign film. ! We would sit right next to you and wouldn’t’ hear a thing you say! We would drive for hours in circles, but would consider it an insult to stop and ask you for a direction

– so here are the secrets men wish their women would knew to keep things smooth ....…

1.I just may lie to make you feel good. Don’t be angry about this. You really weren't looking for the truth anyway.

2. When a man says, "I really love the way you look in long hair.” that isn't your cue to go out and cut it short. And when he says "You look beautiful.” don't argue with him hoping he'll repeat himself. . If you think you’ve gained a couple of pounds, then you are right. Don’t ask us and then spend half a day arguing over that and finally conclude by saying actually " I look slim " !

3. Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if we can find the perfect present. And if we picked up something amazing in the first year, just for the record - the relationship is never going to be like it was in the first three months when we were going out,eating out, partying and appraising each other.

4.Don’t ask him what We’r thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics which may sound Greek or Latin to you. He may not be thinking of you! So learn to live with it. Tough, but a reality!

5. Shopping is not a sport! Anything you wear is fine. Really! You have enough clothes and shoes! And, I fell in love with you & not an Cleopatra /Aishwarya rai look-alike. Be practical.

6.Yes, we do think about sex all the time. Hugs and hand –holdings are welcome.Roughing up our hair and smoothing our faces will arouse us.And it doesn’t mean that we want to get laid. But then its like you can always have sex with us any time,we are ready!

7. Never ask us to pick out your outfit. We will invariably get it wrong and make us even more late. And if I offer my help while you're getting ready, it means you’re late.

8. Most of us own three or four pairs of shoes – so what makes you think that we would be Einstein’s when it comes to choosing the right pair of glossy pink out of the eight odd pink shoes which would look good with your dress? It just painful yar.

9. Not all men answer questions in one syllable. And, ‘Yes’ and ‘No’ are perfectly acceptable answers.

10. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it to be done not both. And when we still screw up, go ahead and tell us -- once more.

11. Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don’t work. And if you have to speak, just make sure that it’s during the commercial break!

12.To be told how manly we are when we fix something. Even if we're only changing a lightbulb, fawn over us! Nothing makes a guy feel like more of a man than when his woman hands him a cold beer and looks at him like he’s ‘god’.

13. Fast food for dinner every once and a while. You know how much it sucks to diet and exercise, so when we're on some kind of fitness program, throw us something sinful and we would be singing all the way through your praises..

14. And women wearing those revealing outfits,Skinny costumes, modern helpful uplifting bras and low-cut blouses / tops lose their right to complain about having their's being stared at.When something is shown its impossible and not an etiquette to leave it unnoticed.Its just a basic manners ..

15. We don't ask for directions because we believe that if Christoper Colombus didn’t need directions, and neither do we.

Learning from others experiences is a good sign... " idhellam naan enga veetula irukara kalyanam aaana periyavanga, friends, collegues, nighbours ellaraiyum paaathu kathunda vishyam.... "

Idealist at 20 and Realist at 40 ?

At 20 you did want to save the country .
At 40 you did be happy if you could save a part of your salary.
A realist transforms into a diplomat .. Then becomes indifferent .. Then becomes an epitome of selfishness. The issues which thwarted and killed him at 20 are juicy topics of discussions at tea table , during morning walks and short air trips. The discussion is about strategies and intelligence with absolutely no emotions attached.

I am angered by this attenuation of instincts especially those related to the country and the policies of the government.And I wonder if I did become indifferent soon. And if I did be satisfied with a handsome pay check and a luxury car 20 years hence.

Ever since childhood I had a strong patriotic feeling . I was taught at 7 that India was a superb country . It had many rivers flowing .. Great mountains at the north and surrounded by 3 oceans in other directions.. .. India has a brilliant democracy .. And the country has 15 languages .. And diverse variery of cultures ..

I was a fool to believe it all ... And probably a fool to continue to believe the same ... You see still i am an idealist ..But slowly coming in terms with the reality.. That it is a crazy country .. With some crazy politicians ruling it .. Especially by people who dont give a damn to the country or the democracy or the people.... People mocking idealists like me ...

As if to betray me .. To hurt me and humliate me .. To make me understand .. To yell " Hey Grow Up"

* The Lok Paritran Party in the city split .. Reasons being Caste and Monetary misunderstanding . The so called young politicians trying to woo the upper middle class Chennai Split.. And Then reactions are " hey Cmon they are also politicians ... Thts how it is ... Cos even that involves money " .. Thank U guys .. I am still an idealist .. But still trying hard to become a realist.
* The Reservation issue .... I really dont know which side to take .. Dont know who is correct ..But I am supremely confident that the efforts of all the politicians is not with a inherent good intention . When it comes to issues like this individualism loses .... Hail pluralism .... Concentrate on the vote banks .... Lets forget the genuine , smart deserving system ... Lets forget the rural deserving students requiring uplifts ....Lets order more seats in Colleges as if we are ordering a birthday cake ... Lets make some complex useless strategy which never gets implemented and no one gets benefited .....
* One kg rice @ Re.1, free colour tv's, Car & automobile prices are reduced.. wow! whomsoever is at the helm have fullfiled the people's needs. Infact all the promises made during the elections campaigns have been acomplished as said... Fate = 1Kg rice has not been given in all parts of the state. Free colour TV's distributed are only to few selected minimal % of the population, Car rates have come down for good but how is it going to help the maximum % of population in our country who still uses the Govt. Buses, bycycles and heir own limbs ? wht about the consumer good's rate which has been going up and up rather than coming down........

Wont it be a good promise to announce that a free " NANO " car for all the family as per the ration card list in this elelction if whomsoever comes to the power ? :)

wow INDIA is raising!
The answers we get for all these and many more queries is ;

* We will play dirty politics .. Your job is to sit back and enjoy it like a prime time tamil soap ....Common public sooo much free entertainment @ free of cost & still u all complain . Only god can satisfy you. We have done all most all that is possible in our country's administration. Actually you public are very greedy... :)

I still have hopes .. Hopes to make a difference in a little possible way some where ..." We shall overcome some day ...."

When the gap between the idealist and realist will be bridged ?

Computers and girls ???

Computer games. It would be my last but one option for entertainment in this world.No variety of Comp game has enthused me.Though i have played only a little of them and continue to play only a little.Nothing from the ever dragging strategy games to the action packed thriller stuff.Few thriller one's are extremely good one still I remain totally ignorant and disinterested in them.To me .... "These are supposed to improve your quick thinking & reflex (inside the sub conscious mind ). Play ...." Owing to such thoughts I have installed a variety of games...But all games failed to electrify me.initially they attracted and lured me in but then in the later stages it was a another game.... Some times I wonder if I would pass out as a decent computer knowledge grad without playing these games... The thought still terrifies me.

Computers ........ being one of the allied subjects in commerce group too along with economics plus mathematics . It is surely not a male dominated group.But without second thoughts it is a boy's playground.Girls have not much business there.From the varieties of books written( the authors make it a point to use only "she's") to the wide range of computer games..(not to forget the mags ...) there is a male stamp.Not to forget the jokes cracked and the illustrations made..

And how many girls love their computers? how many girls have played the maxpayne or NFS I really don't know about the number of girl geeks in the top universities.But here in my college / workplace less than a percentage of girls give a damn to their computers.Forget finding geeks.....

I sometimes wonder if girls are competent enough to be good programmers / animation specialists. I bet they can master the software engineering process......... But how many hard core girl programmers can we count ??I think in a straightforward manner and can do a decent amount of logical and rational coding . But when it comes to innovation and algorithm writing ..... ha ha ha ........ OK I am not a geek.

Girls who fiddle.Can girls even fiddle ?? I cannot. Not because I am scared or anything but I simply dont bother. I have sat through many endless sessions where guys ( friends ) discuss some installation or some graphics card or some games or some troubleshooting process
(courtesy debugging commitee ).I always had to remain uncomfortably silent for a long time.

Have I landed up in the wrong place???? I am sure I have not . I love all that I study.I enjoy mathematics a little but love my computer.Still I cant paly games or fiddle ........

Disclaimer: This is not some piece of an article written to provoke female rights ( or the like ) . These are genuine thoughts of a guy who has studied a little bit of Comp Sci... and wonder y girls dont speak abt computer games instead of those dumb tv serials........

Are we becoming Alone ?

I Was just getting bored at work today as there was less work.I dont get these kind of days regularly. Therefore started reading something, as usual. And happened to come across a link through aol and read an article that is apt for todays world. The article was about the loneliness a person experiences living in todays world because of the way we communicate has undergone a drastic change. Mobiles, internet, i-pods with their VAS 's like 3g,Gps,Gprs and HDMI all are actually disconnecting us from the whole world instead of making us come in contact with the people around us.

It is a very common sight to find people with their mobiles phones, some still do it just to appear COOL. I don’t understand that why should a person talk too much to the one who is miles and miles away from him when the one sitting or standing right next to him/her feels left out and is neglected. The article cited such an example : two friends were strolling in a park one fine and beautiful evening, enjoying the nature around them and the conversation and the phone of one of the friends rang and he got busy breaking the conversation theirs. During their whole walk the other friend silently kept walking.

Once I heard my cousin making fun of his mom when her phone rang. He told me to rush and give the phone to his mom. I asked,”but why are you telling me to rush?” He said “Her phone hardly rings, so let her pick it up”. Today not to have enough calls is regarded as something that is out of fashion.

Why go far and give examples of others. Though I am not much addicted to my cell phone but I am certainly addicted to internet. When ever I get time, I am on internet. This has lessened my book reading as well. And believe me I am really upset by it. Mom always yells why do u sit in front of your p.c and spoil your eyes but I have been failing to listen to her. On the contrary I insist her to learn. But I know she is never going to learn it.:)

Last week, my comp broke down and had to give to the repair man and it took almost a week to come back to my house. For one or two days I was really finding it hard to kill the time without my companion. And wasnt even comfortable at all without checking my mails and blogging. It sort of irritated me , knowing fully that such irritation shouldnt happen over a thing like internet. Daily before going to bed I use net and then read and then go to sleep. But since last week p.c wanst there , I actually went out with my family or watched T.V with them. During this interval of not using p.c , atleast I got to watch “ the x-files”, which I now watch regularly. I realised that time we spend is to be spend beautifully doing things that gives us pleasure and not making us their slaves and taking us away from our family.

That week really taught me that there is a life beyond internet. Not that I sit for hours and hours on net. But whatever amount of time I spend on it shouldn’t become an addiction to me. Thank God it certainly hasn’t.

Valentine’s Day tips for those recession hit lovers !!!

In 2008 it may have been the most romantic day ever, but face it, man, 2009 is the year of the big R! Sorry mates, I don't mean Romance, I mean the Recession. Now's probably not the time to splurge on that extravagant Valentines' day treat for your special girl. But with a little help from me (my ideas), you may be just be able to salvage a few brownie points, even on a shoe string budget ............... indha matter romba mukiyam thambi !

It's not what you do, but how you do it

The most overused line in the history of gift-giving,idha solli solli yae ethanai dhadava kaalathai ottirupom ! but thats TRUTH for all of us. You may have given her a diamonds (appadiya ) or even the moon (nejjama naan kuduthaen ) in better times, but that doesn’t take the charm away from the little, sweeter things in life. This could be the time for a little adventure. A little effort could go a long way here, if you have a knack for the typical.

Dig into your own treasure of talents

Scratch your brains a little bit (valikum ... irunthalum paravalla ). Can you paint? Write poetry, maybe? (namma kai ezhuthae appadi thanna irukum. aporam enna doubt ? ) Go out there, buy yourself a box of paints and some good material to paint on (paperlaya vadu, in the worst case), Thank God for abstract art and start off. Draw up a few ‘master-pieces’, get the best one framed and hope she falls for it! (nambunga innum indha kaalathu ponnungaluku indha mathiri kalai ellam pudikumnu naan bookla padichaen ) You may have a classic in your hands that cost you around Rs50/- if not less( adigapachaaam ). The best part is, even if she hates the painting, she’ll probably adore you for the effort. Plus, poets and artists rate high on thinking women’s lust-lists…let’s just call it an added advantage if you pull it off!( work out aagum machi )

Surprise her, in public

Show up unexpected at her office on the eve of Valentines’ day, with a quaint little bouquet (neraya rose irukanum) in hand. Flowers can be expensive, especially at this time of the year, so choose carefully according to your budget. In front of the office crowd, give her the flowers, with a message on the lines of, “Of course I know it is not Valentine’s day, but I never need a reason to tell you how much I love you”.(indha scene podanum...... illa mappu ... unnaku aaapu dhaan di ) Ideally, whisk her away for a quick lunch, out of the blue, to a good place and pay the bill (vera vazhiyae illa ). Any roadside dhaba / namma tiffin kadai would also seem like a personal island in that mood. Summa namma "Minnalae" padthullla Reema sen mathiri .. " innoru plate paani poori nu " ivallum solluva !. But a word of caution,( romba mukiyam ) make sure it is not a bad day at her office or she may just throw the flowers in your face.(aporam namma Kounder Manni dialog dhaan "great the mistake !") And if the timing is right, you may even get a few new admirers in her office ( aiya Jollly ). Every woman loves a man who can be impulsively romantic .

No anticipatory bail

She knows you have problems at work, or that you are a victim of the meltdown. But you don’t have to rub it in every now and then, feeling sorry for yourself and using it as an excuse to not spend too much on the Valentines’ gift. She may be willing to pamper you with sympathy, but believe me, that will take its toll in the future. Just calm down and give her whatever you can afford. If she’s worth your while, she’ll definitely understand and love you all the more for it.( I dont lie... )

Avoid follow up ........... after effect .....

So you finally found a gift within your budget and gave it to her. She seemed happy and made it worth your while. So let’s forget this as soon as we can, ok? Once the situation improves, maybe on the 14th of next February, don’t pester her with questions like, “Why don’t you ever wear that beads necklace I gave you last Valentine’s Day?”. She may have thrown it away for all we know, but the important thing is, she did not throw it in your face when you gave it to her( mariyadai , mariyaadai therincha ponnu ). Appreciate her for understanding your circumstances and promise yourself you’ll get her something fancy to make up for it when you can ........ for sure ! ( illa maganae dappa dance aaadidum )

What do you have in mind for this Valentine’s Day? Send in your thoughts and plans too in the commments column....



puriyuudhu ....... Yaenda unnaku idhellamanu neenga kaekaradhu ,irunthalllum .............. social service na naaanga mattaiya madivom la ......

Hugs to Your Soul !

I was probably telling her an article which stated the Markowitz portfolio optimization model which I had already told...twice. When we were walking on the 2km path from my college, that led us to the bus stop from where we'd reach our respective hideouts. I wasn't looking at her but swiveling my head back and forth from street corner to street corner since it was a path surrounded by fields, trees and a few residents who have bought land or house here hoping the Bangalore Government would make that outskirt a part of the city.My college ....... located some 3 kms after the much hailed IIM B, all spreads into the Bannerghatta forest range. While we walked through the path to reach the Gottigere Village bust stop.

" come fast machi " cried my best buddy who was far ahead of me ,close to the bus stop with another classmate of us.Probably he had sighted the bus that would take us to our destination.

Usually i lead him to the spot but that was the day when i felt the dying few days of the college life & was busy thinking of her and what she said when we were in Singapore a couple of days back... Yes ! i owed an answer to her.They were words that had a lot of meaning from her end and were picking my throat demanding an answer.....All the way we were walking & I had to see everything, I had to watch every move and read every sign. She'd seen it all a dozen times, I didn't know when I would see it again. I didn't even notice she was gone for at least two and a half steps.

I looked back and rising from a kneel she protectingly held a little dirty gray ball of feathers from the green bed of grasses. It's beak, an orange yellow sliver poked outwards, originating below a glossy black eye. Her attention that had been generously donated to my reciprocated tale had disappeared and a channel of concern flowed between her and the little broken bird, stuck on the concrete sidewalk near to those grasses, hopping in front of the tree trunk, waiting to be smashed and only noticed too late. It looked at her and didn't move. She looked around & glanced at my eye for what I'm not sure. Maybe a tree, a mother bird, somewhere safer, there was nothing. Then she looked up at me again, a soft smile followed by faintly pleading eyes. I didn't have any idea of what to do with the bird as she held it caressingly. I know both the bird and She wanted my attention and didn't want to end the day separated but in the end, we had to put the bird back down the trunk after i forced a plate in its trunk ( a carved area )and left it over there surrouned by soft grass and forced ourselves to continue walking, trying not to feel guilty. Birds can't go on airplanes that have to be caught a cab ride away.

It is just the kind of person She is. This whole ordeal, minutes long, over two months ago, it won't be something she will ever forget. She will still wonder if it was the right thing to do. The question would stem from her own conscience. Rather, it comes from just the simple care she has for anything around her. She gave me a book earlier that week and wrote inside, "Consider this just one of many big hugs to your soul." Only people who stop to pick up broken birds, know how to give those kind of hugs. I speak for myself and for the bird, we are glad we know her. From both of us; thank you, thank you and thanks a ton. It is comforting to know there is a person who is paying enough attention to the dark corners of doorways or the sound of your voice to know when to stop, kneel down, and hug your soul.

Deep in the memories ............ they flash hard............

You cut your hair ?............... no the barber cut it !

6 months back .............

For 6 months, I let it grow.

And then I went and got it chopped. yes chopped !

The reactions it caused after that hair cut was very very weird .

:( follow me ;

My grandmother : (opening the door) Yaaru pa venum?
Me : Paati... nan than paati...
My grandmother : Dei Koushik... neeya? Adayaalamae theriyalae... ippo than da lakshanama irukkae...
Me : he he he... :)


Friend 1 : Hey man... where are your locks?
Me : I got them chopped da. (Why? Do you want to secure your "charm" and "wit"?)


Friend 2 : Dei Koushick, now only you are looking good.
Me : Well..... My fans list is ever-growing di, poi unnoda friends kittayum sollu.
Friend 3 : She means that now only you look human.


Friend 4 : Who cut your hair da? Your bro? Don't stand in front of me... I don't wanna look at you... you look horrible...
Me : Man... how do you comb your hair everyday then?


Friend 5 : Dei!!! Enna da aachu????!!!!!!
Me : ???? he he he...


Friend 6 : You look like a kid. This hairstyle makes you look very decent. It Doesn't suit you.
Me : Yah! Given my "Macho-Man" image, that's a hard thing to digest.


Senior colleague : Now only you look like you are a part of this company.
Me : Damn! Keh do ki yah jhooth hai...



The BEST one :

Manager : Cut your hair aa?
Me : he he he (No. It just fell)

Purposeful Shopping ......... @ what cost ....... for whom ?? ( exp. of others does count )

While She was walking back home, crossing a Lifestyle/Shoppers Stop or any of the outlets on 100ft road of Indiranagar ...if something on a mannequin catches her eye.....She paused to take a second long look....close Her eyes and picture herself in the same attire....if She is satisfied with what she has visualized....She will take a deep breath in and boldly venture into the shop to enquire about the price.

Salesman: Yes ma'am...

She: I just wanna have a look at that (pointing to the countless copies of the mannequin's costume on the racks).

Salesman: sure...(She will try to get a sneak view at the price)

She: Ohhh...It doesnt look as good as it was from a distance (actually, the price is too high - She wouldnt risk buying something this expensive… lest She'll have a "spat" (read - verbal blows) with her hubby Rishab)

or
She: Can you gimme a M? (the price looks affordable, (albeit marginally), definitely worth a try)...After She is done with the trial formalities, she generally have these 2 thoughts:

Given the price, would this piece of cloth suit the hangers of the outlet more or the ones in her cupboard? She can wear this on an average for max 2 days every week, for the remaining 24*5 hours would She care whether this lies in her cupboard or theirs? Would the joy I get from wearing it on those 2 days immensely outdo my sorrow on the 16th of the next month when I need to clear my credit card bill? Hmmm …..

Mostly She will be back with a 'N' response. She politely thanks the salesman for his time citing some vague excuse for not picking it up.

After all her analysis, she will come to the conclusion that this is definitely not worth a miss. So She'll summon all her courage, swipe her credit card and she ambivalently back with the jubilation of having acquired a prized possession and the impending guilt of having to face her husband's wrath...She will start building up a nice story....

She: (Waiting breathlessly as soon as she hears the footsteps outside her door - opening the door even before the first knock/ring. I have hidden my purchase in the darkest chasms of my wardrobe). Hi...you back so early?

Rishab: (A confused look - he is actually late). I am sorry you don't need to taunt me..

She: Oh no no...work is always of prime importance...it comes before everything else (A very cordial me, helps his laptop away while he gives me bewildered looks)...Food now or later?

Rishab: looking whiffed …… hmmm ….. will have it now ! We having dinner.

She: So, what plans for your parents' anniversary next week? ;)

Rishab: Nothing. Will order a bouquet for them from floraindia and get them some apparel.

She: Nothing else?

Rishab: Obviously not...we definitely dont have leave to go anywhere..and, since when are you so eager to meet them?

She: Oh..they are very good people actually....very different from the other in-law stories that I have heard (The way to a guy's heart is through his mom's ;) )

Rishab: Hmmm....(looking quizzically)

She: Yeah..atleast we should celebrate it here..as in go out for dinner?..wear nice clothes?...compliment each other?...appreciate the clothes the other is wearing?...what say?

Rishab: Yeah?...you need an occasion for all that?

She: (not the right time to admit a crime for sure - keeping a straight face). Oh..you are so down-to-earth. I actually thought you would be on cloud 9 if I make this day special for you.

Next week on the D-Day, rishab keeps his promise...we go out for a nice dinner...I am wearing my....

Rishab: Oh, thats a nice top you are wearing. How come you never wore it earlier?

She: Yeah..Is it good? Glad you like it. Its a GUCCI.

Rishab: (raised eyebrows) Since when have you started wearing these brands?

She: Oh...special clothes for special occasions...This I bought particularly for this Day...which is so eventful in our lives...you know you would not exist, we would not be here together had your parents chosen to not marry each other today 28 years ago....They are truly leading by example...tomorrow when I have kids I would strive to bring them up the way you have been...

Rishab:(Smug look - starts raving about his parents, oblivious of the other "bigger" damage to his pocket)

She: (Relieved, hit the nail on the head - learn t the most valuable secret of looting an innocuous husband)

The Story Continues ……………….

Almost all middle class husbands face this scenario........

Tamizh Thelledha?

Tamil-Telugu fights have gone on for ages, albeit in a low volume. Verbal, psychological and sometimes even physical, these fights are always interesting (to the viewer). While some may dismiss it as a stupid case of regional chauvinism, it is much more than that - its a regional timepass.

Now don't mistake the Tamils or the Telugus to be a bunch of warring morons who have no other job. That would be the Kannadigas. Actually i don't hate them... They have some real good ,educated and cultured people too.They do have a good cosmo scoiety set up.They love thier state.I do like Bangalore a lot! alright but how come they be so rationale to fight & quarrel against all of thier neighbours for issues of less substance.Did I say " rationale " ? hmmmm let it be for them.I mean c'mon, those idiots have been fighting with people from every state surrounding there's. If there were people living in the Arabian Sea, Karnataka would be known as an "all-round" pissed off state.

I have seen many Tamil movies where the average Reddy's respect is demolished in every respect. While I find that fascinating, what I find more fascinating is the fact that Telugu movies don't show your average Iyer or Chettiyar or Mudaliar in such poor light (I have not included Iyengars because everyone knows that they are just a sub-sect of Iyers. C'mon, they just wanna be different : they wear the pattai vertically in multi-colors). Tells a lot about their tolerance levels. Or maybe they just don't watch Tamil movies. I have been witness to, but not part of, many Tam-Tel fights. In college once, things went upto such an extent that a Telugu guy proved that he had one when accused by a Tamil guy of being devoid of one. No no, he didn't do anything drastic. Just took that Tamil guy to the restroom and showed him, and so did the Tamil guy. Whaaat? ............. So whats wrong?

Everyone is entitled to their own opinion - mine (I think I lifted this line from somewhere. I think from Farzanna. I am heavily influenced by her, even though she is a Malayaalee. And a she :).

I have seen just one Telugu movie - Bommarillu, which has been very ably remade in Tamil by our very own " kichu kich koral "Jeyam Remake Ravi (Santosh Subramanian. How lame a movie name can you get?). While I found Genelia obnoxiously chirpy, I found the movie enjoyable mainly because of Siddharth's performance. The guy does everything - acting, dancing (well!) and even singing (he sang the Appudu Ippudu song,which BTW ,is the only song that I have known a little ).

I would love to write something about the Malayaalees as well.Thing is that they dont live in India. I heard that there are more Mallus in Arabia than the sand particles there.


Insha Alla ....

Hi !!!! Can I be your friend??? :-)

How many times have we come across such scraps in our friends' Orkut scrapbook? But have you ever wondered how the psych of the person who posts such scraps functions? Have you ever given a thought to what goes through the poor thing's mind when, as usual, it does not get any reply to its repeated friendship requests? Do you think that Orkut is full of such people whose sole purpose of existance on Orkut is to get snubbed by snooty-nosed females? Have you ever wondered why you have yellow teeth?


If you are one of those nomadic souls in search of answers to life's perplexing questions, you have come to the right place my friend. For the sole purpose of existance of me, is to lead you to light, atleast as long as my Manger does not see me doing such heroic deeds when I should actually be doing the credit reviews. I cant make head or tail off.


OK. Start music. I hereby list some sample scraps I found in my friends' ( real names not revealed )scrapbook:

1. hi chitra h r u n hw u r doin?

(Dei naayae... ippo nalla illae na enna vaithiyam paakka poriya? MBBS padichavanae paavam mukkaran... nee 8th fail... paesa vandutey?)

2. hi madhu!! me a stranger peeped in to ur login!! jus coz my thalaivars name was ther!! jus a compliment!! u luk too good!! always, gals r good!!! keep smiling and that keeps u luk good!! gud luck!!

(Ada... ivara paaru da... annanukku saakku thaevae, illaena ivaru yaaru profileayum paakamaataran... poda dubukku... ithelam kaadhulae poo venchundirpaan, avantae poi sollu... And did he stop there? Nay. "gals r good"aan... ama, gals are good, guys are bad, but you are sad ....... mamu)

3. Hi Jenny, how r u ? ur working HCL ?

(Neengellam thirunthavae maatingalada? Athu enna "working HCL"? Athan English varalae lae? Pinnae yaen da? adhu seri, therincha tamizh ae unnnaku dabba dance aadudhu!)

4. hi

(I really like this guy a lot. Simple. Sweet. But highly ineffective. What the others could not achieve with poems, essays and ballads, this chap wants to with a simple - "hi". Dei... unnakku vaazhvu da... in the world of one-worders)

5. hiiiiiiiiiiii

(This is the poetic version of the previous scrap. If you observe carefully, it has exactly 12 I's, denoting the twelve hours in a day, and in turn expressing his levels of patience in pressing the 'I' key for quite some time. You may argue that a day is made up of 24 hours. Frankly, I couldn't care less about your arguments)

That was about the despo guys. Now for the gals.
The "About Me" section for many gals in Orkut has this standard template - "Please. If you dont know me, dont add me. I am not here to make new friends". Uh-huh. Sure.

INTHA AKRAMATHAE KEKKARTHUKKU YAARUMAE ILLIYA? Yaen di ungallukku intha vetti bandha? Inni varikkum ungallukku unga friendsae requests anupardu periya vishayam, ithulae complete strangers ungalakku requests anuparangala? Seri anupinaa dhaan enna. Verun online la friend requet anupardhukae ivlo scenaa ?Unga friends kitta Badnhavaaa sollikalam paaru -"Hey... you know what... yesterday I got around 15 friendship requests... all from guys(mostly half-blind)... cha... am just so tired of denying them you know... I am planning to quit orkut di...". Ippo ivanga friend aaruthal solluvaanga -"Hey chill ya... you should not get bothered by all this... even I got 16(always one more, illa na gauradi korachalam ! isn't it?) requests yesterday... its all a part of life...". "Ya... I guess we just have to tolerate them...". Yah! You being the pinnacle of all tolerance, it shouldn't be a sweat. Athan interest illae lae? Pinna yaen di antha paiyan scrap book lae poi, -"Do I know you?"nu kaekkarae?. Ada idhu ku mela........ ivalunga yaarum ivangaloda original photo va poda maaatanga.... idha pottalaavadhu pasanga theliva " indha ponna avanungaluku theriyuma theriyadhaaa nu yosipaanga. Adhuvum illla. Summa Aishwarya rai, Shriya, Simran Jothika,Deepika ivalungaloda photo va pottu irukaravan ellaraiyum ussupaethradhu"Idha kaetta..... odane social issue. enga photova mis use panraanga nu oru podhu complaint...Ellaroda photovaiyum misuse paanmaatanga.......... Unga photo va dhaan misuse pannanumna...... unga display pic la vachirukara heroines ellam romba paavanga !


aiyo aiyo.......... pls ellarum thirunthunga ya( to both guys & girls ).Ippadi maathi maathi ungla neengalae yemathikareenga...........

Intha post ae padichadhu kaprom ungallukellam oru chinna kelvi kuri mandai maelae pirakkalam -"Intha Paiyan yaen eppadi dhidrunu kovamma irukaaan. Think, think.
For a change.


And as regards your yellow teeth: Buy a cam and deliver it to my place. I promise to send you my video -"Brush it baby one more time" along with my other free complementary video - "Oops, I flushed it again",

The maestro's music

I wanted to post this post for a long time but to frequent incidents being witnessed i couldn't proceed upon with this.I said to myself that i will write this for sure. The monotonous nature of life doesn't give me ample opportunities to get excited at the drop of a hat. But there was this incident that happened 4 months back that I would like to post.

I boarded a crowded bus from Airport Rd. Nal to JP Nagar at 8.00 p.m. The trip will easily take more than 1 and half hour. The commuters were junta who were heading home after a tiring day's work. So, there wasn't much noise or chatter. 2 people X and Y boarded together and asked the conductor " rendu Jayanagar tickets Kude"(give 2 Jayanagar tickets). After getting the tickets they started discussing about the music collection in X's mobile phone.

X turned out to be an Ilaiyaraja fan( like me .. hmmm like many). On Y's request, he started playing 'Unnakena Melae Ninrai' (Shimla Special). The sound of Bangalore traffic and an Ilaiyaraja song blazing away in an otherwise silent bus. I found it quite amusing...

"Nilavey vaa.."
"vaa Venilla.."
"Idhu oru pon maalai pozhudhu.."
"Rathiriyil Poothirukum Thamarai.."
"Raasathi unna..."
"Vazhvaae Maayam.."
"Kalivaaniyae.."
"Raama Naamam oru.."
"Valiyosai.."
"Singalathu Chinna Kuyilae.."
"En Iniya Pon Nilavae.."
"Mounamaana Neram.."
"Sangeetha jaathi mulai.."
"Sa Sa Sani Da sa ni.."
"poovey sem poovey.."
"Ilamai ennum Poongatrae.."
"Adiyae.. Manam nilu na.."
"Vachikava Unnna Mattum Nenju kulla.."

Many more songs followed, accompanied by animated discussions as to which song is better. There were no technical comparisons of the songs. Plain arguments. Just the songs and the movies they are from. If the songs were hit or not..

'Then Madurai Vaigai Nadhi' (Dharmathin Thalaivan) was queued and I couldn't stop myself from humming along. To my surprise, I found that many others were humming along too... It was the same sight around me. A pleasant smile and a tune on their lips and a stare far away into the Bangalore traffic. X and Y mentioned how this particular song elicited an encore in the Ilaiyaraja Live shows.. Oohs and Aahs.. They were so engrossed in the song that they skipped their stop.

The driver turned around, sensed the problem and halted the bus even though there was no official bus-stop. Before X and Y could get down, the driver managed a few words in Tamil 'Paattu nallaa irukku. Thanks.' (The songs were nice. Thanks.) Silence ensued.

The maestro's music has been appreciated technically in so many forums and ways, of course by a millions. Many Legends, his counterparts and living greats have hailed the complexity of the genius' compositions. But his music is much greater than those words because it touches so many people who do not know to appreciate shruthi, sangathi,ragam, thalam,dynamics, harmonies, scale changes, bass effects, etc.

This is another instance of the Maestro's power that caters to the tastes of music scholars and simple souls simultaneously......

Now, that's music ! (Illayaraja................... nothing can get better than his music)

My Dream ........... What is it ??

He saw something shining on the ground…he didn’t know where it came from but it was beautiful…just like a star…radiant and giving life and hope…yet something seemed missing…like an important part...like it had been ripped apart....broken!!!

With cautious steps he approached it…his heart beating fast as he picked it and held the tiny little thing in his palm. It seemed so gentle and soothing…but again he felt the incompleteness of it.

Her: That’s mine…

The sudden words surprised him as he turned around and stumbled...and that's when he saw the most beautiful girl standing in front of him...

Him: Huh??
Her: That thing you are holding in your palm...that's mine…can I have it back??

That's when he noticed the sorrow and pain in her voice...the tears in her eyes.

Him: Uh!!! Ok…
Her: Thank you!!!

And then as he watched her walk away holding that little thing...he couldn't hold himself anymore

Him: Hey!!! What is that?? It looks broken!!!

She stopped, turned, looked at him with those sad eyes and said "My Dream!!!"

This is a work of fiction. Resemblance to anyone dead, alive, gay or in a drunk state is purely co-incidental.

With love,In Love & No Love.........

Love is pure and its real sense is when one person sacrifices and compromises for the other person's minus,convert them into positives and vice versa.Love is kinda cute.Its all about loving someone truly ,deeply & madly.The imperfects loving another imperfects to make a perfect.Love is actually sweet when you know its forever to stay when you know all about the person and still love the same person.Love ofcourse seem to be a weird thing for many ...... so imperfectly perfect.

Her : I fell in love with you despite knowing your imperfections.

Him : I fell in love with you because i know your imperfections.

Her : huh ??

Him : Everyone is in love with your imperfections .... but your imperfections are ONLY mine to love you.

Her : You are weird.You are crazy.

Him : Yeah ... that's imperfect :) :)

Her : Hmmmm......... ha ha ha .. I Love You...

Him : Perfect !! :)

He watched as her shadow-less silhouette floated towards the horizon. Just like he had seen her for the first time. He thought he was dreaming for he couldn’t believe anyone could be so beautiful. The hair like the night itself, the lips which would make any rose shy, those eyes which expressed and said everything he wanted to hear. Yet, today the dream had broken…he had woken up to a rude reality…a reality where she was not his to call anymore…a reality where they were not one. He knew there were tears in her eyes just like in his…she just hid them from him for she feared hurting him. But seeing her like this hurt him more. He just wanted to say something…anything…just wanted to hear her voice one last time…

Him: Hey!!!

Her: What??

Him: You forgot your shadow...

Her: It's not mine anymore...it's a part of you now!!!

I Always feel strongly that love never fails and its the lovers who fail.Love is not about suffocating the other person but its about blossoming and endless giving.Love that is formed as naturally like the formation of clouds are one's that tend to go a long way.Mere attraction is like a hole in the ship which gives only one option ...that is to sink.Love is also a relation which needs to be given its space ,trust and blossom, it shouldn't be a one which is forced on .....

Her : Hey .... What are you doing ??
Him : Picking the pieces of a shattered dream. :(
Her : Huh ?? What happened ?
Him : Life !!!






I knew nothing about LOVE .................................