First anniversary approaching

I remember the days when we all whiled away the time after school hours. I remember the days when we all did activities that were quite enjoyable and amusing. And I still remember the days when we all sported new looks and with our pleasant countenances, posed for group photos in school. We enjoyed a very good time when he was around us. We shared good times with each other but when I recall those days again, it really hurts. I find it really difficult to digest the fact that he’s not still with us. Last year, this time he was with us. He was ding his 3rd year in Engineering. As exams were approaching, exam fever started gripping in. He did the first exam quite well. He came back in the afternoon. In the evening he had a chat with one of his close friend. Before going to bed, he felt no good. He was down with some kind of nervous break down. It’s on the 29th of May. It’s a day that I can never forget in my life. May his soul Rest in Peace. Buddy, I miss you a lot. I wish you were somewhere around us now.

Not my cup of tea

Music! Music! Music! Boy, I’m stark, raving mad!

If you had asked me what I was going to do for a living, a decade back or thereabout, I would have unwittingly said ‘I want to be a playback singer’ but if the same question is triggered again right away, I’m afraid that’s possible. Since my childhood days, I was fortunate to have been exposed to a variety of songs and umpteen vocalists and singers. I’ve also listened to a lot of artistic works and now I realize that I’ve certainly developed a crave for music. Yes, I have. And know something? On my system, music alone occupies 3/8th(you do the math) of my hard-disk space. That says it all, don’t they?

If you had snooped around my Orkut profile, you would have ascertained that for the column ‘What are the five things you can’t live without?’, I would have responded Music, music, music, music, music, and music. That sounds bloody ridiculous! Yes, I’ve mentioned six things. (I would cease to breathe without music ‘or’ Without music, life would be a mistake, wouldn’t it?) *Chuckles* Hahaha! I certainly feel that weird things are funny, blame my warped sense of humor for that. Regarding my response, now just don’t jump to bloody conclusions thinking I’m a dyslexic or allege that I have problems related to word-blindness. Damn! No!

If my memory serves me correctly, when I was about 3 years old, at the crack of dawn I used to get up and listen to a Hindi song, a peppy number perhaps. That particular song drives me to the edge, I’ve heard it umpteen times on a tape recorder, where the magnetic tape including the tape recorder lasted a very short time because it was endlessly plugged, and finally it let out a savage, barking rhythm which could not exactly be called ‘music’. It was terrifying and it was out of tune and that after being reported as ‘distorted’ the cassette abruptly found its way to the trash bin. It was not music to my ears and my parents started rebuking me. Phew! Poor thing!

Meanwhile, I have this ugly habit of watching reality shows on television. Now blame my parents for that. Idea Star Singer(ISS) is one such show that’s telecasted on Asianet, 5 days in a week. I also have this habit of sitting glued to the television when this programme is aired. It was a fine evening. I was not on speaking terms with anyone and I was in a spot of bother when my father tried to strike up a conversation with me. A conversation that did not and would not happen.

Excerpts from the conversation:

Dad: If you had learned music, even you could have performed there.
Me: Dad, I can’t imagine myself encircled completely by a group of girls, to learn that art.
Dad: Elaborate! Don’t give me lame excuses. What’s your point now?
Me: My point is that, after the programme(singing course), I will not end up mastering the art of singing, I will end up being an ogler or a member of Professional Oglers Of Female Figures(if there is one), instead. POOFF! POOFF! Got it?
Dad: Nonsense! *Blushes*

I agree, that’s all nonsense. I had to give this lame excuse just to save my skin. Yes, when I was 10 years old, at the drop of a hat my parents enrolled me in a singing class. At the beginning, I was reluctant to join but attending the class, thinking of it as a spare-time activity, I decided to give it a go. I found myself among two dozens of pretty girls along with only a handful of guys. Surreptitiously, the strength started to decrease; the boys absconded and I was the only soul to represent my gender. Oh boy, I’m an introvert and how do you expect me to sit in the middle of all this?

Sooner or later, I decided to call it quits. I even had plans to elope with a pretty chick. Oh excuse me, that was for kicks! Now having a craving for music, why shouldn’t I listen to music on my system? I always have someone screaming *’basta la musica!’(Stop the music) That’s more of a dissonance. Err., dissonance? Say what? Now if I take trouble to type in the word ‘music’ and search for the definition in dictionary.com, there are no possibilities that I get in which it matches dissonance. I’m also really fascinated at the number of ‘definitions’ music has. Boy, I’m spell bind. I daresay, music is not dissonance! Boohoo!

Current Favorite Song: Unknown track from Unknown album by unknown artist.

IMPORTANT: If you feel despondent after reading this post and if you want to rejuvenate and perform a terpsichore, listen to all the songs that are numbered here.

Cheers!
Ta!

B.E. positive!

My college life is almost coming to an end. I just have a semester ahead to complete my degree.

1. On speaking terms:

I’m an insomniac, an introvert to the core and I have an obnoxious behavior. If you had snooped around and paid attention to the description of the ‘About me’ column a few weeks back on my orkut profile, the word ‘obnoxious’ would have silently and innocuously appeared alongside other descriptions. Yeah, I’m obnoxious. I’m very much annoying, offensive and unpleasant. I’ve not received a schmooze award yet. I did not make friends anywhere, certainly not because they were aliens/strangers/foreigners. I fail to strike up a conversation, fail to carry that intimacy along. Castrate me. Kill me for that.

2. Of symposiums and culturals:

This is another thing that I can agglomerate with the previous one. I seldom participate in these kind of extra-curricular activities. I stay away from them. Reason? I don’t know. I don’t know how to elaborate on this.

3. Quizzes, mid-terms, and academics:

Boy, I’m stark raving mad. Don’t ever remind me of this again. Gone are the days when I used to spend a great deal of time reading and gone are the days when I used to get top grades. Now my grades are below average. My problem is that I kinda oscillate from extremely low levels motivation and high levels of sluggishness. I’m not a person who pays more attention to formal rules and book learning than they merit. I’m not a book-worm or a pedant either. Boy, I’m bad.

4. Idiosyncrasies:

Definition(s) of idiosyncrasy from http://www.dictionary.com

1) a characteristic, habit, mannerism, or the like, that is peculiar to an individual.

2) the physical constitution peculiar to an individual.

3) a peculiarity of the physical or the mental constitution, esp. susceptibility toward drugs, food, etc.

5. Rules, regulations, graffiti, and unwanted trivia:

Nayak!

Disclaimer: Firstly a disclaimer. Going by the title, this is not some sort of a thing claiming that I’m a movie junkie nor do I claim that I’m one. This is just another blog entry, I decided to post for this month. I reckon, I’ll misspell the movie title in Tamil, so I think this one will do.

It was the 2nd of October, it was a legal day off, and I decided to while away my time simply sitting in front of my computer listening to music or reading something on the internet that will amuse me for the rest of the day. I was unperturbed until I received a larrup from my mom. She flogged me like an animal. Finally, she asked me to get out of the lounge.

Heed the advice of mom, you dunce!

I could hear shouts from the other room. I could not please her in anyway.

All right, whatever! I decided to spend the rest of my evening in front of the television set. Not to mention, I despise watching matinées especially on television, especially with my parents; beside me.

I missed the prologue of the play. Err., it was not a play. It was a movie. A complete movie, in fact a commercial one.

Why didn’t I watch it earlier? What was I doing when it hit the silver screen on the first day? Where on earth was I? I should be kicking myself for brushing aside such an entertainer. Was it because of its mediocrity? Was it because it failed to send a message to the public? Was it because it lacked the main ingredient of the film industry? Or was it because it was just another run-of-the-mill movie?

Nah, none of the above! It was a complete entertainer.

This is how you can praise the movie:

1) Firstly, it was a complete entertainer. A commercial one. Sufficiently valuable to justify the investment of time or interest. A worthy one.

2) Unlike other movies, especially Tamil, this one had a different theme. Throughout the movie one could not find the hero running behind the heroine, singing duets and dancing to the tunes.

3) The music scored by the music director was mind-blowing. Full marks to him.

4) The main subject matter was not love or lust. The hero had other errands to do. The heroine, I doubt did a cameo role.

5) Witticism at its best. The sense of humor was pleasing.

6) It carried out a message. A message to the public. A message to the bloody politicians. A message to every one who runs the government.

7) Lastly an entertainer to the core. A must watch movie. I’ll kick my ass if one says it’s not worthy watching it.

This is how you can criticize the movie:

1) There was a lot of violence involved in the movie. A lot of vehicles being damaged, and burned. A lot of effigies burnt. Too much. For Pete’s sake, at least some of them should have been avoided.

2) The idea of assigning a Chief Minister’s post; one day to a layman, especially a news reporter was something inconceivable. Finally, the day dawns and he’s found, suspending all the government employees for their infidelity.

3) Though the heroine’s job was an easygoing one, she was found lingering here and there with a touch of glamor. Half of the time, showing her cleavage. That was alluring, though.

4) The usage of language was of inferior quality, offensive to the mind. I found it disgusting. I’m sorry if I’m wrong here.

5) It was almost a vendetta. He’s about to commit one, but then the Tamil film industry shows where it stands. He’s innocent of everything he does.

6) Statutory Warnings! A no-alcohol/no-smoking policy was not brought out. We pay heed to all these warnings, don’t we? Eventually, who is to be blamed? Ah, I was in a spot of bother.

7) The camera work was not up to the mark, nor the stunt works performed. It was good otherwise.

P.S.- Firstly excuse my French! Needless to say, the movie got over just hours back. Now I feel, that I’m a chicken on a June bug. I’m on to it in a flash. I’m just an amateur at writing reviews. The movie spurred me a lot. Hit me if I’m a naive. Thanks.

Don’t call me at +919884321443!

Disclaimer: I believe, this is not one of the riveting piece, that is ever written, so if you sense this as something lousy, please bear with me. Furthermore, this entry has got nothing to do with numbers nor I’m going to brag about the offers, the damned service providers come up with. Also, having displayed my number here, I don’t want any anonymous creatures to start, snooping around, trying to reach me, or for the sake of seeking solace, try to strike up a conversation with me. Eh, reminding me of corny conversations? I loath ‘em very much! I’ve had enough of ‘em. Those are creepy-crawly stuffs.

From HUTCH: Hi, W.e.f 23 Aug’ 07, SMS promo pack of 100 free local sms @ Re. 1 rental/day will change to local sms @ 5p/sms at Re. 1 daily rental.

Conversations have grown quieter and so have I. Oh Jesus! Where is this world heading to? Pathetic, huh? I woke up one morning, receiving this message from the service provider, greeting me with a bittersweet welcome on a damned day. I decided to ignore it and again, I tried to snatch a light nap in the wee hours of the morning. But no, that was kind of exasperating. Then, I decided, I’ll call the customer care and inquire about it or at least, ask him/her to expand W.e.f for me. World Economic Forum? World Environment Fund? or With Effect From? Err., whatever! Ugh! Again, a big no, I felt it was something unnecessary. Strange things started filling up my mind. Then, when I got back to my senses, I had a feeling, I’d never relish those endless conversations, anymore through the text. It was distressing and my mind started wandering everywhere. Whatever it is, I don’t give a damn about these silly things, do I?. Eh, I then decided to carry on with my usual routine.

Wishes galore! Here, there, everywhere! The greetings started flooding my Inbox in my mail, on my mobile, and elsewhere. It was the 30th of August and it was my birthday too! I felt elated that I’ve turned 21 and I’m no more a teen-ager. It was her turn and I was waiting for her to wish me on my birthday; a text message, at least. Fearing, I’d end up penniless by the end of the day, I decided not to touch my cell phone and try, attending the calls on them, instead. Meanwhile, my brother also promised me that, hereafter, he’ll never re-charge my account. It finally dawned on me for a while that I was becoming bankrupt too! Later on, as I was surfing the internet, trying to download some e-books, I came across a writer named Paulo Coelho. Not to forget that he was on the list of the top 100 authors and found his name interesting too. Paulo Coelho, I mumbled, and finally decided to get one of his books from the lending library, the week before the last.

Meanwhile, with the amber light flash of the signal, I was waiting anxiously for it to turn green and the dark clouds threatening a heavy rain was always on the cards. I was on my way to the lending library, riding on my dad’s bike. When I reached there and asked for the book “The Alchemist”, the librarian asked me, who the author was. Fearing, I’d mispronounce his surname, I simply said, Paulo. But it was not in that way, the name was stored on the database. I was wondering, while pronouncing his last name, which letter was silent, the o or the e? As a matter of fact, I had no problems with the enunciation of his first name. So I decided to tell it out in a low voice, I mumbled again. Eventually, I ended up mispronouncing the name and the librarian started rolling with laughter! Later on, I convinced her, saying that, Mark Twain had no respect for a man who could spell/pronounce a word/name, in one way and that, I was an avid reader and a blind follower of his books. Humor me!

Much to my disgust, I was asked to hand over the book within a week’s time. With the embarrassment on my face, I decided to leave the place, right away. I checked my Inbox again. I found nothing at all. She(“She”, does not refer to the librarian) very well knew, it was my birthday. But how was I supposed to remind her, again? Call her up and oblige her? Err, no. Nothing of that cheap business. I, wished her on her birthday in such a way that no soul on this earth would have wished. Good heavens! Where in God’s name did something go wrong? Eh, she didn’t even have that courtesy to wish me on that auspicious day. Trying to console myself, I presumed, that, she’s a bit oblivious these days. Damn! Oblivious old age! Eh, when will all the things revert back? Ah, that’s when the pigs grow wings, let’s assume.

P.S- I’m serious about this title. I’m not going to use my cell phone for any sort of communication or will I ever say that, it’s the best device to stay connected. No, not anymore. No more forwards or morning/evening wishes. I’m going to spam ‘em all! I’ll use it for the sake of entertainment, something that is diverting and that holds attention, like listening to songs or at least, with a 2.0 MP camera, I’ll try out my skills at photography. Good-byes!
Laters!

If they do, I’ll too!

Disclaimer- First of all, a disclaimer. This blog entry is not intended to scathe anyone’s moral sensitivity or social heritage or emotional state. Take this with a pinch of salt and a whole lot of humor. And after reading this entry, I don’t want to receive any God damned death threats from anyone or even, don’t ever try to jeopardize me. If you feel that you’ll take offense, then for Pete’s sake, I request you, not to read this entry. I’m writing this for sheer nonsense and perhaps, shit guaranteed from this post.

I claim,

1) Kerala is God’s own country.
2) Kerala is India’s most advanced society.
3) Kerala enjoys the unique geographical features.
4) Kerala has got 100% literate people.
5) Kerala is peaceful and pristine, also India’s cleanest state.

The above claims are not ancient stories, nor idealized conceptions, nor false beliefs, non-existent myths, nor restricted trivias, nor lousy one-liners. They are nothing but the truth! These claims also goes out to those bastards who made fun of the most beautiful place on earth, and who never missed any damned opportunity to hurl abuses at mallus. By now, you should have figured what this entry is all about. Yeah, this is regarding the darned educational tour, which was arranged for a 5 day visit to places like Calicut, Wayanad, and Ooty. I really did not expect my fellow mates to turn uncongenial to me for the dissatisfied culinary art or for the fact that they had no appetite for our delicacies.

Right from the moment they stepped their darned foot on our soil, they began their unfavourable judgments. God damned criticisms, I should say. In fact, I received some severe criticisms from everyone and to my agony, there was not even one darned constructive criticism. Those fuckin’ eunuchs! I was at the receiving end bearing everything, clearing my throat every time and finding a litany of excuses for all things. I was dumbfounded for all the questions put forth by them and I was secluded from the rest. Sigh! Poor me. I felt like spitting on their darn faces and what did they think of me? A drug peddler who is questioned for trafficking drugs?

It was such an uncongenial atmosphere everywhere for me and responding to them? err, I felt like it was useless fighting a losing battle. The one thing that irked me about them, was that, they never missed an opportunity to hurl insults at me. In fact, they criticized and ridiculed the hell out of me. I was here and there, and heading nowhere. I was everyone’s target and I felt like a solitary traveler lacking companions or companionship. Subjugation at its worst, and what else? A maddening experience altogether. Oh goodness! I keep asking myself, how on earth, did I stand all that?

What if I had no intentions of making it for the tour? What if it was not at all arranged? What if I was not born a mallu? What if I was one among them? What if I was not born at all? Sigh! Personal questions. I’d not have posted this entry!

At the end of the day, I pat myself on the shoulder and whisper

I’ve had an exasperating feel, yet another exasperating day, in fact an exasperating tour.

IMPORTANT: I’m from mallu land and I’m proud to be a fraud mallu!

Eventually, I can now breathe a sigh of relief and, feeling pleased and satisfied that I’ve retaliated, I say check mate!
Sigh!

P.S.- I bespeak, don’t take this entry seriously. Pardon me for my vulgar language, once and for all. I treat everyone related to this as my ally. Also, going by the title, no pun intended. Perhaps, this is not meant to be read by anyone who takes things seriously. I stress, kindly don’t take anything to the heart. Kindly note, don’t argue! Thank you.

Anchors at bay.

Going by this title, I did not mean a heavy object that is used to attach a ship at some specific point or did i mean a mechanical device that prevents a vessel from moving. I mean the Television anchors on Sun music, who at any point of time may make you brain sick with their stipulated valuable time.

IMPORTANT: This post goes out to those anchors who still don’t have an idea of presenting a show. They are the public faces of these live shows, I know. So, hiding some of the proper nouns. Infact no sobriquets too!

Sun Music in abeyance? remains a million dollar question, as the music channel is being banned for sometime or maybe longer and the reason obviously being that they bring in a dislike to the on-lookers who are presumably glued to their television sets. Do they at any point of time ever think that they are in front of the 62,405,679(I wonder atleast a quarter of this number watch) people of Tamil Nadu or the fact that they are in front of the camera? Perhaps, they have a set of questions to each and every caller, infact the female anchors will never shut their big fat trap unless the caller assures that she is gorgeous. Well, here goes the questions.

1. Sun Music kku vanakkam (Welcome to sun music)
Unga peru enna? (What’s your name?)
Ok, i agree. Only with this will you address the caller. This is such a
bittersweet welcome.

2. Engerunthu koopiduringae?(Where are you calling from?)
Wtf? Why is he/she asking this for? Is he/she going to visit that place some time
or wants to plant daisies there?

3. Ena panuringae? padikiringala? (What are you doing? Studying?)
Perhaps, a basic question. Just for the sake of asking a question he/she inquires
this.

4. Enthae classla? (Which class are you in?)
For Pete’s sake is it necessary to know in which class the caller is in? As if
he/she is going to keep it in his/her memory. No, never. Once the receiver is hung
everything out of sight, infact out of his/her database.

5. Vitilae verae yarru ellam irukangae? (Who all are there at home other than you?)
Honestly speaking, why is he/she investigating all these? Don’t you feel it
weird when some stranger triggers this question to you? Infact, I do. More
importantly, are they aware that we viewers are subjected to this pure
unadulterated torture, why should the viewers know who all are there in the
caller’s family?

6. Ungalluku enna pattu venum? (Which song do you want?)
Note that the sole purpose of this show comes to limelight only now. Infact till
now, the caller was subjected some kind of absurdity. The anchor now feels
enlightened that he/she has asked this question. Why don’t they shoot out this
question at the start?

7. Yarukellam dedicate pannanum? (To whom do
you want to dedicate this song?)
This is such a fuckin question. Perhaps, the caller has a long endless list.
He/she dedicates it to every Tom, Dick and Harry in the world and the anchor
remains dumbfounded. In a matter of minutes, as he/she finds himself/herself
not on the list he/she starts cursing her/himself, Oh for what the fuck did i
ask such a stupefied question. Oh, infact what a bummer?

8. Infact, this is not a question, mind you. This is perhaps the dumb fuck messages
that pops on the screen every now and then which barely makes any sense. This is
indeed the service provider’s idea to dump the viewers and invest a helluva
money.

Eventually, the song is played and what a pity it is, for the viewers to wait for such a long time. Yuck, let’s have a corner for those freaks who simply keep punching their damn fingers on the number pad simply for getting connected. Meanwhile, why don’t the anchors be a bit creative in their style. Take for instance the anchors on M TV or Channel V or simply SS MUSIC. Why don’t they learn from them or atleast copy their ideas? VJ Lekha to exemplify, is a wonderful anchor. She always comes in with questions which arouses attention and curiosity. Infact she makes you think for a while. The other one who is worthy of mention is Cyrus Broacha. Anchors elsewhere suck!
FARTS ON THE OTHER ANCHORS FOR BEING SO BORING AND SICKENING TO THE VIEWERS!

Please, give me a pen to write!

It was a usual day in my native place with dark clouds prevailing and perhaps a big a threat of rain. After a sumptuous meal, I was traveling in a private bus and as the bus gradually halted at a stop, I could hear a song from somewhere in the air. It was really pleasing to the ears, I was wondering who would have written that script for that wonderfully depicted song. In fact it would have taken a decade to craft that! I should say it was nostalgic! On the spur of the moment, I felt like noting down the lyrics for that beautifully crafted song. I was reaching out for a pen and a piece of paper and finally settled for one from my friend. Abruptly, I started writing and after a few words I noted that the momentum was lost. My handwriting was terrible and nothing was legible. Later, when I was referring to some information in my file, I came across a credential; this is perhaps some years back, I received a certificate like the one below:

UNION CHRISTIAN MATRICULATION
HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL
CHETPET MADRAS-600031.

This is to certify that Sarin Gopan
of standard IV won the *first/second/third
place in English Handwriting held on 26/11/1995.

&

UNION CHRISTIAN MATRICULATION
HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL
CHETPET MADRAS-600031.

This is to certify that Sarin Gopan
of standard IV won the first/*second/third
place in Hindi Handwriting held on 26/11/1995.

I remember the days when my teacher used to admire my style of writing but then, now? Was I the student who used to get accolades, tributes, honor, compliments, awards and, praises for that creative work of mine? I even ask myself that stupefying question every time when someone stares at me after seeing my inscription! “Oh wtf is this?” Writing is something I’m not obsessed with for the time being but once upon a time I could write at great length which was very much vivid and lifelike. It was really picturesque, perhaps my records says it all. But now it’s something irksome , annoying, irritating, exasperating and bothersome!

The realization that my handwriting was awful came upon when I was in my XI grade. My handwriting was not that good in my high school but I could maintain a legible fare at least in my examination papers. Oh exams?, I still remember how my headmaster used to criticize me for my handwriting during the PTA. I was screwed up every time I went to meet him with my parents. Perhaps i had to take the rebuke with only a smile on my face! Well, I had read from somewhere that a handwriting reflects the personality of an individual and a steady hand-writing with no left or right slant portrays an upright, honest and a smart personality.

Perhaps mine is very much slanting to the right and ironically, in math; all my numbers, symbols, operators and determinants inclined to the right. Mastering languages like Malayalam and Tamil in reading and writing, there’s no slant involved when writing those two languages; but why, when it comes to English and Hindi? Is that because I was taught English and Hindi in school or is that because I learned( or learnt ) Malayalam and Tamil on my own?( recently I remember a close friend of mine, pretty amazed when he glanced into my classwork and raised a question, “Oh man! Is this the way you write? Your writing has changed a lot; hasen’t it?”). I still don’t have an idea! Perhaps, this is something weird!!!

At school, writing was boundless and needless to say, in college it’s limited. So I never maintained a proper note but when I consider myself as a blogger I’m least-bothered about the slant or the inclination. Indeed there’s much writing involved here! Pointless to say that I can use bold letters, italics and etcetera etcetera feeling that I’m a blogger now and passionate about this style of writing! eventually, I acknowledge my writing and let’s not forget something from the Bible, in someway related to this entry

“Pen” is mightier than the sword;

and not to confuse this with

Penis mightier than the sword!

Grumbling from college!

Disclaimer: This post has nothing to do with Anna University and it’s VC. This is all a myth. So no offence meant!

Blogger? Oh crazy me. I have never blogged for the past one month. Ok fine, I hope I’ll update my blog regularly from here on but assurance not guaranteed! It’s because

1. I forgot that I’m a blogger.
2. I’m lazy to post entries.
3. Too busy doing something else.
4. These days I’m actually out of ideas,it’s a monotonous life out here.
5. Viruses, worms and trojans making my system idle. That’s because no proper anti-viruses available these days. Infact these viruses are more resistant.
6. After windows re-install, I forget to save my blog’s URL in the address bar.
7. I rack my brain hard to recollect the past events!
8. My life has been completely uneventful, it’s quite dreary. So striving really hard to make it a little eventful.
9. A question arises every time, is anyone even reading this blog?
10. Finally I lose my power to put a few sentences together and string a proper sentence!
Anyway leave those things aside now! Last month I was caught by one of the lecturers of my computer science department, but for what? Please read on.

Anna university has been driving the students crazy these days with their novel ideas and innovations. Everyone are really fed up with the rules and regulations put forth by them. They are finding new ways of torturing students.excerpts from the conversation:

“Vish: People, we gather here on the cause of torturing students. Any new ideas?
X: how about bringing in a haircut for girls too? Or how about a ban on black underwears?
Y: Or on sports shoes, only leather shoes show professionalism.
etcetra etcetra etcetra!

Vish: Hmmm why not? What else?
X: How about a ban on cycles and motor bikes? So that we can make bus fee mandatory?
Y: Yeah we can bring in a hike there!

Vish: How about no more canteens?, the place is plagued with ground nuts and implants!!!
X: Why not dog tags for students and spy cameras in toilets?
Z: No no, these bans are futile. They are still happy after the bans. How about releasing the results on 14th february morning. So we can ruin the Valentine’s day special. He he he!
Vichu: That is a good idea.
Z: You are promoted as the dean and I will go fax this new rule to all the affiliated colleges”. This was something i overheard when i visited Anna university the last time with my friend, who had to file a complaint against his college and let’s not forget, this is “ANNA UNIVERSITY”

Well, to tell you something my mobile was seized by one of the lecturers during class hours but it was while “MAMA”, Bala Sundaram it is( it’s actually his sobriquet ), was having my phone, don’t dare call him him that way. He was caught red-handed by one of the lecturers of our department and he had no other option other than handing over the mobile to her. I was actually in the internet lab taking some printouts and things like that. So when I returned to the class I was in for something surprising. A weird feeling, a feeling that creeped through my mind saying that some property of mine will get damaged or will get lost. When I entered inside the room my mobile was on the teacher’s desk. It was like “Oh WTF?”. I soon realized it was mine and really found myself kicking.

I decided to go straight to the teacher’s desk and bring back my mobile phone but I was not allowed to do that. Instead, I went straight to her(lecturer) and before I could start she had a wicked look on her face and said a big “NO”. ‘No Sarin, no. I won’t give the phone back. Collect it from me after your semester exams’. Oh god 2 months of boredom, I thought. To say the least, I was really pissed off in front of her. Many of my class mates too came to my rescue but everything I should say was in vain. Oh God pity me this time, won’t you? I was kind of damn sure that somehow or the other I’ll get my mobile back. My motto was “NO MOBILE;NO WAY,BACK HOME”. It was evening time and nearly time to leave. The situation still the same and eventually after an unspecified period of time the bell rang “TRRRNG”!

The lecturer was a bit adamant, planning to leave from the campus and leave to her hostel but before she could leave I got rid of her. I said with a disturbing tone “Ma’am please forgive me this time, I won’t repeat”. I started crying too! She was least bothered. Finally after trying out different attempts like my father will slaughter me, my brother will butcher me, I’ll commit suicide,she felt something for me and made her way to her hostel to bring it back. The situation was something like this. I was in front of the girl’s hostel and got a weird feeling and doubted whether I was the security for that place! By the time I was waiting there, the buses left the college campus. I stood undisturbed. Girls passing by took a note of me and started wondering for what f***** reason I was standing there!

The lecturer was searching for me from 100 metres, I think. She thought that I would have made my way back home. But NO, I was still there! She finally walked back the same distance and returned my mobile back with a bundle of advices! BUZZ OFF please! So off i went home catching a line bus and reached home with some trouble. My college bus was still waiting there! I was in for a surprise here also! Some juniors were caught breaking the window glass of the bus, but they never accepted it anyway! So the management took a decision. It was to be equally shared by everyone one of us. The fine was a big amount really and I escaped. I should say “Ban saved me”! Many thanks ANNA UNIVERSITY!

Random crap from WC!

Flash news:Indian coach Greg Chappel found dead in his hotel room.will soon be soon seen in your favourite news channels.don’t miss it!
OMG!?!?!?!

This is a forward I received earlier this morning from my friend Bala Sundaram, who I suppose is an ardent supporter of the Pakistani cricket team. WTF? I have no fuckin clue what he is upto. Now leave that aside. Cricket I suppose is a gentleman’s game and anything and everything can happen in cricket.

The ICC Cricket WC 2007, West Indies started off with a dasher. The opener was a clash between the host, the West Indies and the terrorists a.k.a the pakistanis, the bloody buggers of the game. The home team started off in style winning the opening match of the tournament. That was obvious and Windies losing to them was always not on the cards. Perhaps I got it right the first time. Infact everyone knows that these preliminaries are very much annoying to watch but Saturday’s game was very different! The MEN IN BLUE were outplayed in all departments of the game, thanks to a clinical performance by the minnows; the Bangladeshis! It was never a knock out for team India, eventually they lost! The minnows desperately deserved a win. Coach Greg Chappel was rendered confounded by the questions posed by the reporters after that loss. There were still rumours that even coach Greg Chappel would commit suicide soon. Perhaps that defeat certainly brought shock especially to the fans out here in India. They started reacting violently burning effigies, destructing land properties etc etc etc.bullshit! If they don’t perform well obviously their families will be targeted. Presumably that’s all a crap!

The other encounter was even more interesting. The other minnows of the tournament namely Ireland shut the door on Pakistan when they outplayed them winning by a margin of 3 wickets. It was like WTF?this was Ireland’s debut and they have sent a mighty team out of the world cup. That’s really interesting anyway. Hats off to team Ireland. Within 24 hours after they lost the game something of this sort happened.Bob Woolmer, Pakistani coach dead.2 days later it was confirmed that he was murdered and not a suicide attack! He was found dead in his hotel with strangulation marks around his neck. Obviously some one from the Pakistan team or the management should have committed that. Moreover the entry of outsiders is strictly prohibited and that makes it even easier for the Jamaican police to envisage the guilty! The question remains here is for what was he murdered? Was it for Pakistan’s early exit from the WC?or was it because he was writing about the bookies in Pakistan in his book which was later to be published? Or was it beyond cricketing reasons that he was murdered? I feel pity for that human being. As a mark of respect WC should stop at once. Oh good heavens, what went wrong?

Coaches win matches! Of course not, the coaches are never responsible for any form of defeat! It’s all in the hands of the captain and his fellow team mates. But local people have a different perspective, they see things differently and they are of the view that, as a coach of a particular team he is responsible for whatever that happens to a team, so he should be sacked!

Pakistanis are bloody terrorists, they have ruined that game altogether. They should never be allowed to play cricket! WC should stop here!

P.S. If you don’t know what WC is, you suck!