Caught off guard?!

All right, you must have heard of snakes in the wild forest or scurrying on the roads. That’s a common sight I agree. But I bet you must not have heard of snakes in toilets or in shoes. Sounds interesting eh? Well, last week as usual, as I was surfing the internet searching for pictures of Jane McGrath, wife of Australian fast bowler Glen McGrath, something struck my eyes. While that search was underway, I came across an interesting news column with the picture of a mighty Python, which allegedly emerged from the 10th floor. Imagine a person getting inside the toilet, bolting the door and then to his surprise finds a coiled Python there? The reports say the Python could have only come from the depths of the toilet. If that’s scaring enough, what about the one I’m going to mention next? Imagine this hypothetical situation. You have the shoe brush in one hand and with the other you pick it up for brushing it. And to your very surprise, you notice a Krait, (which is 16 times more potent than the Cobra’s venom) peeping out from it. Ah even more scaring , isn’t it? Well, what will you do at that moment? You can’t even think of such a situation, can you? Hmmm…

*sigh*

It’s been yet another uneventful week again. Kerala presently is enjoying a pleasant climate throughout this month with incessant rain (but an unpleasant one for some though). I feel it’s just the best place to be on this planet Earth. Chennai on the other hand was getting hotter and hotter as the days passed before the rain Gods showed some mercy even here. It was completely hot and sultry. In fact, these two states are the neighboring states, yet, contrasting climate. It’s now the mid-June with the mercury level dipping drastically characterized by the unprecedented rain. It feels a lot better. Lying on the cosy couch, I wish I had more sleeping hours dreaming about a lot of things but one reason leading to another denied me from enjoying a deep slumber. Ah, why should I fret over these petty things? I don’t give a damn.

Okay, with the IPL thing getting over I was quite sure the following weeks will be monotonous. So I went to the lending library and thought of getting a book. When I got there I wondered for quite some time deciding on which author I had to choose. Mario Puzo’s books struck my eyes. So I went for one of his works, not a famous one though. It was “Fools Die”. One look at the blurb, I thought that would be a good one. The first half was interesting but the second half wasn’t that good. Praises for that book highlighted only Mario Puzo could have written that. It was about gambling and I noticed the word ‘bullshit’ used innumerable times. Okay, no matter what words were used, that’s how they write the book. Finally, it left a bad taste in my mouth.

Reading is my passion!

From novels and novelettes to books and magazines, I read everything that crosses my eyes. I never thought I would fall in love with books even in my dreams. I still don’t know how I developed this habit of reading. In fact, I never knew where a lending library was located in my locality. It all started one day, one fine day, when my eyes struck the words “Little Lending Library” on a banner which was hung in front of the book store. It was all during my holidays right after the 12 grade board exams. I was wondering what I would do for a span of 3 months. Only then this idea struck my mind, why not spend time reading books. As a matter of fact, it’s the best way to spend your holidays. Before books, spare time was just like passing through a bottomless chasm of boredom and for me severe tedium can do a lot of funny things. As far as I’m concerned, Ayn Rand’s books are super good. Her “Fountain Head” was the best among the lot. Now after skimming through the pages of these novels, I just feel I can’t be without these books. Now with a book in my hand, I’m quite enjoying myself.

Bat or bawl, IPL is the best of all

I never intended to write Cricket columns in this space but because of the craze and the insanity that IPL left in the minds of people, I feel irresistible. The 44 day extravaganza which included 56 sensational matches was an electrifying till the end. The best thing about IPL, the Cricketing fraternity has ever seen is the sight of Indian youngsters sharing the dressing room with the stalwarts of the game. That’s a rare sight and before this IPL idea clicked one would have never thought of that even in their dreams.

Gone are the days when one wondered ODI Cricket is the best form of Cricket. But now, with T-20 and IPL ruling the roost, Test Cricket is losing its charm and I’m afraid in the near future, it would be unheeded. If we think, One Day International Cricket was time consuming and draggy, then Test Cricket is relatively worse where one has to wait for 5 days to know the result. I’m sure this IPL will surely be a success in the near future leaving behind Test Cricket and ODIs back.

Severe tedium can do a lot of funny things to you. Without Cricket, I just feel like passing through a bottomless chasm of boredom. Life after IPL has been quite uneventful. I switch on the TV as if it’s time for the match to start. Only then, it dawns on me that there’s no Cricket today and that I’ve to wait for another friggin’ year for the next season to commence. I miss all the entertainment. I even miss the skimpily clad Cheerleaders. They were just awesome on the field. Long live IPL. Long live.

Hmmm…

I reckon I’ve prolonged deciding on what I’ve to post next. I haven’t blogged. Quite clearly, I haven’t blogged for a long time and this gives me an unusual sick feeling that I haven’t blogged for years together. Yeah, literally and otherwise. I didn’t want to write. I didn’t want to update. And I didn’t want to take another look at this blog again. (This update was an afterthought, though.) I totally abominated the idea of updating my blog whining and cribbing about the mundane thoughts of the pathetic days I faced. The fact that my blog languished, only made things worse. There are some reasons, if not, some lame excuses which keep bothering me more often than not and that’s why I haven’t posted something here. Don’t ask me what!

On to the post now. On the 23th March ‘08, we, the final year students celebrated our farewell. Geez! Farewell?! Now that’s something many of us would have experienced only a couple or more times. And now speaking of farewell, I instantly cast my mind back to the day when I first experienced this leave-taking. But before I could start rambling about what happened that day, firstly I’d like to relate another incident on the same note.

Hastily, I got up from the bed one fine morning when someone shrieked into my ears Wake up! Wake up! It’s getting late for the farewell! As I was in more of a hurry, and even without having a rough idea as to where the rendezvous was arranged, I kicked off the day in a haste manner. And on the way I had to pick one of my friends, who at that point of time, was calm as a kid in a dreamless slumber. 10 0′ clock farewell and what on earth was he doing?! Kicked him on his back as hard as possible and with the pain on his face promised me that he’d return it back. What were we going to do reaching the place so early? Even after quite convincing me, I took him along with me and pretended as if I heard nothing. When we got there, not even a single soul had turned up. I could see the ire on his face. We were on time and waited almost for an hour there until everyone reached. After waiting for such a long time, I just thought “To hell with punctuality?”

Being the first experience to celebrate this occasion in School or elsewhere, the crowd gathered there was surprisingly great as a great deal of students showed up. Guess what? Not a single day in school have I seen all my classmates under one roof. Quite astonishing, I say. We were then ushered into a room, imagine a vast banquet hall colourfully lit with all that ostentatious showy chandeliers hung from the bottom of the roof. And not to forget a posh smorgasbord to the nook of the hall; a sumptuous meal was arranged. Meanwhile, the flashes and clicks of the cameras continued and it seemed interminable as the folks found it fun to be photoed together.

Everything went on considerably well and eventually after all the loquaciousness, it was time to face the music. Every soul, had to come to the stage and perform or compose something, especially a mimic, play, song, dance, or piece of music, without any preparation. I was in the soup when I found that I was the first one to be called out and I was asked to come to the stage. As I took a piece of paper from the lot, it gave me the creeps and my off-hand task was to sing the National Anthem. All of a sudden, I was in focus and without any delay I started “Jana gana…” Went quite nicely in the beginning but my voice came to an abrupt end when I almost forgot the lines that followed. I gagged and when I found myself in an awkward position, I started mumbling. At a moment’s notice, I could hear contemptuous laughter all around and my face almost wrinkled with their laugh of derision. What was even worse was the fact that the folks who thought that the National Anthem and National Song are one and the same, also started laughing. Now really, what was the fuss all about?

Just a couple of months back, a classmate of mine went through the same phase when our college symposium was conducted, I could see the embarrassment on her face. It was inauspicious when I found that she was yet another soul in the world who forget the lines of our National Anthem. But tell you what, it’s completely frustrating when you’re at the receiving end. One can’t even conceive of such a hapless situation happening in front of a huge crowd, especially when the dignitaries are seated in front of you. Ah! It happens! It just happens! Alas, it was an exasperating day! Now back to the 23rd March ‘08, I was in a complete dilemma whether or not to attend the farewell but in the 11th hour, I decided, I have to go.

This time while sitting inside the hall waiting anxiously for my name to be read out, visions of sights that would say ‘Will it be like the other farewell?’ danced before my eyes, but that just didn’t translate into reality. And as another farewell went by, the question looms large. Am I feeling nostalgic? No, that feeling hasn’t sunk in, yet.

P.S. If one might wonder if all these incidents would have taken place to the same person, I dare say no. An erstwhile compadre of mine who visited my place a couple of months back narrated this incident to me. I’ve just typed whatever he’s uttered and here it is, verbatim.

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.

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:

Getting tagged

This is just a random post from me.obviously i had nothing to post or any new events either.Ok the truth is i haven’t been actually ‘tagged’ and I just found a lot of people tagging each other in the blog world with different questions and so thought of tagging myself.perhaps no one tagged me but a random blog i visited the other day told me that i can participate!here is the link but i have come up with really different questions here!

Ten Firsts:

First Best Friend:Manu Thankaji,once my neighbor but not now.
First Vehicle:Hercules AXN cycle
First Crush:i guess it was Merlin George:(
First Movie: Nayagan, when i was 4 yrs old
First Kiss:!?!?!?
First Book:i suppose it was some Sherlock Holmes series;His Last Bow.
First Tape: Pardes
First School:Union Christian school at Chetpet(such a weird question but the thing is that i studied in 3 different schools)
First Accident:long back,some 2 years i reckon;my father’s bike was terribly damaged and the repairs went around one thousand Rs(Rs 1000)!
First Love:My parents.

Nine Lasts:

Last Alcoholic Beverage:yeah KINGFISHER,i just loved every drop of it.cheers!!!
Last Bike Ride:to my friend’s house @ Velacherri.
Last Movie: ‘The Fight Club’.
Last Expletive used:WTF?
Last Book I couldn’t get past the preface of:M.K.Gandhi – An Autobiography (or) The Story Of My Experiments With Truth(ROFL).sorry i had something to fill in here,so please excuse.
Last time I cried:the last time i saw Manichitrathazhu(the original version of Chrandramukhi;released long back)on tv recently!
Last TV character that made me laugh:Cyrus Broacha in “The Week That Wasn’t”
Last song i heard:Please Forgive Me(Bryan Adams)
Last blog i visited:Prithz blog

Eight Have You Ever:

Dated one of your best friends:yeah,i have.
Been arrested: Not yet !
Been on TV: nope!
Written a poem: Yeah sometime in college,when i was ragged by my senior and he threatened me to write one.
Been out of the country: Nope. what an unexciting life?!?!?!
Fantasized about a cartoon character: Naah!
Been to your girl friend’s house atleast once:yes I have;two times.
Eaten at your college mess:it was a sort of compulsion,so i had to!

Seven Things I Can Do:

Can summarize all the phone numbers in my mobile
Watch more than 10 episodes of PCO;the show hosted by VJ LEKHA the hottest babe on SS Music in 1 day.
i am a good runner;i can even race a train(ROFL ROFL ROFL)
Eat chocolate cake, chocolate ice cream, chocolate chip cookies,chocolate drink and still not be bored of chocolate!!:)
Talk over the phone, watch Tv and yet finish Homework ..all the same time!(talk about multi tasking)
Make salad at 2 in the night for a midnight snack.
Imitate people(only a handful)!

Six Celebrity Crushes:

Angelina Jolie
Rachel Weisz
Latetitia Casta
Priyanka Chopra
Kangana Renaut
Asin

Five great Albums i can’t live without:

Colonial Cousins
Falguni Pathak
DJ Dolls
Savage Garden
The Rasmus

Four Greatest Fears:

My Geography Teacher;she was a moron and really wicked!
Death
Unrequited love
Blood

Three Sacrifices I’d make:

Lose sleep to study for an exam.
‘Almost’ anything to keep parents and
best friends happy.

Two Things I’d want to do before I die:

Write a good book and make it a best seller!
Fall in love and never out of it.

One thing I hope for myself:

Hmmm….i hope to be happy and content with all that i have ,forever!
and now if you want to participate and if you don’t have anything to post just read this and consider yourself tagged!!!

hopeless romantics

Disclaimer:first of all a disclaimer!perhaps e girl will be worried if people would confuse this post with her,sorry!in truth it has nothing to do with her.second of all if you happen to be one of the victims;i am extremely sorry if i have hurt your feelings.

i got up very early this morning and i found myself in the midst of something.i started wondering how stupid,girls really are?aren’t they?i was in a state of predicament or completely in a fix,whether to post this entry or not?anyway i have to discuss this with you.i even flipped a one rupee coin to see whether i really have to post this entry or not!HEADS IT IS!!!so here i am to post.
Part-1
this incident started when i was in my pre-degree 1st year and this lasted for a year or two,or three i reckon.well,it was the first day in my new school and everything was new to me,infact the ambience,to say it all.a horde of students were urged to enter a big classroom and me being one among them.it was one fine first day in school and i happened to meet a girl;the girl of my life and i was really stunned when i saw her for the first time and finally she was my class mate,with these qualities loaded in her one would really fall in love with her and i was no exception there.i should say,the first time i saw her i fell in love with her and i became really crazy about her.

things just went leisurely and at snail’s pace.i had much time to talk but i did nothing,perhaps nothing!2 years later,i thought everything ended there;but it was not so.there was something between me and her and we met again.so this time i never took things so easy;i tried to create some impression.somewhere on my way i met a close friend of mine and hurray my joy knew no bounds,i got her landline number from him and that was all sufficient for the time being.having the number in my hand i decided to make an attempt and this was the first time i was upto something like this.i say i have never been like this before.i dialed the number ********,then the phone rings TRING TRING TRING and in the third ring ’she’ picks up the receiver.goodness me!!!i felt happy that she picked up the receiver,so i starting posing some interesting questions.she felt it really weird and the reason was i did not have any idea what or how to ask.it was all a sycophancy and finally she asked my e-mail id before ending the call.it was pretty nervous but i managed the situation like one cool-headed guy.
Next day i e-mailed her typing in something and to my surprise i received a reply from her.days scrolled slowly and so was my love and after some months passed by,i felt as if there was a delayed response from her.from then my eternal love started to subside or because of some rumor saying she had some affairs with another guy.one fine day i received a mail stating that she was busy with her internals and even assured me that her inbox was piled with messages.there was an interesting line that caught my attraction.it was something like “im falling in love with” and then the continuation…i finally decided to give this a go.what would my stupid brain think of a statement like this?well,i said what came to my mind and told her not to take this seriously and i even kept repeating it very often in my reply.

fortunately the very next day i had time to check my mails in my college and i guess it was some lab hour.my friend Vinod was sitting beside me as i opened her mail i thought something was going to blow up!!!this was her reply:”Sarin,i have been tolerating this from the very begining.i tell you;this will be my last mail to you and it won’t take much time for me to spam your mails.(oh Christ,did i ever indiscriminately;send unsolicited,unwanted,irrelevant,or inappropriate messages in mass quantities or did i flood the internet with many copies of the same message or in addition did i become a nuisance to her,in anyway or the other?WTF?)……………..and then finally,apologies wont be accepted.bye forever!!!”to tell you something i expected something even more embarrasing.that was the end and now i am in a pathetic condition,having lost my dearest friend and even prepared a letter
My dearest love,
i dont know any other way to express my deep heartfelt apology to you for what has happened between you and me.these days there are so many problems in so many other relations but ours doesnt have…!
with lots of hugs,kisses and lovies
Sarin.

Once an addict…always an addict?

This post is completely about the vetti world;ORKUT that is!Fortunately this title has nothing to do with me and i strictly admit i am not an addict,good Heavens!!!i aslo dont deny the fact that i was once an addict but now it has become such a monotonous thing.my first intention was to make friends all over the world and i am sick of all the shit ORKUT keeps telling “make new acquaintances and find others who share their interests”.bull shit!!!nothing of that sort happens!For starters,it improves marketing skills.Dont believe me? Well, just take a look around. Orkut is the best place to put up an advertisement of anything happening anywhere….that too for free!! You can put up announcements of special events in your city. Or you could swamp every scrapbook within reach with details of your college symposium.perhaps,the most sickening thing about this online community is the way people fill up their respective profile;”about me” in particular!it resembles something like this sort “guys please dont add me”,”guys not allowed”,”if you dont know me,please dont add me” and whatever,whatever the shit comes to thier weird mind!i stood perplexed what these girls were upto?is it because they dont know what to type in there or is it that they are fed up because of the anonymous friend request(s).note that,they have even started a community against these kind of people and a horde of members joining them too!

when you become a member note that you start talking to people in terms of scraps.also note that you may become accustomed to certain acronyms!to be frank these acronyms suck big time and if you are using it elsewhere make sure the person knows that word,if not he/she will start wondering what these words stand for and finally referring to the dictionary,where she ends up with a bruised mind or you may end up getting mocked by that person.the acronyms i have come across are btw,lol,wtf etcetera,etcetera.i also reckon the day,i used to wonder what these eventually stood for.the saddest part is that i went on searching for these words in scrapbooks and elsewhere to figure it out but i could make it!finally this ended when i searched it in the community column!gosh,there it was LOL,Laughing Out Loudly(lol). i felt really dimwitted and to my surprise members present there too!coming to btw,i thought it was between or something like that but it did not match the lines nor did it make any sense at all.finally WTF,as one would imagine it not only stands for what the fuck,but aslo Waving To Friends.surprisingly a community has aslo been put up with this name and obviously this goes out to all those who had a fuckin expansion of WTF!see how weird Orkut has become over these four years.

to be more precise,this online community came into existence in the year 2004 and i guess it is planning out its 4th anniversary in a grandiose manner:).coming back to the discussion,i strongly recommend you people not to use these acronyms for two main reasons.one because it is not long enough to use and the other because of the absurd feeling a lame person gets;obviously one may not know what strange things comes to your mind when one hears the word for the first time.to tell you one thing there is a friend of mine who is better known for the funny forwards he sends and one fine day i received one!it was one such forward that made me laugh terribly:),so i promptly sent a reply typing in lol.he could never figure it out and posed an interesting question,guess what?he asked me why i always kept barking(lol) for all the funny forwards that he sends?he even cursed me for that strange feeling of mine!Goddamn!!!whom should i curse?!?!?!.
moreover,this activity has become the talk of the town and now the people are keeping in touch with everyone by just scraps(even to the girl next door) and they use their mobile phones only for the sake of forwards!so all the talking done here!weird orkuttans:)
perhaps,the most funniest thing at Orkut is Laloo Prasad Yadav’s profile.WTF is he doing here?!?!?!

http://www.funtoosh.com/dj.php?details=PT~145

If you can’t be bothered to click on the link (and I’m a bit of a non-link-clicker myself, so totally understand) it’s basically a visual joke.sorry foe not giving the link to his orkut profile;obviously you can’t add or scrap him:(.i am wondering who would have invited him and what is he doing there(instead of flagging off the trains? or whatever).hmmm that scarcely matters,so what are you waiting for?go do something useful instead of wasting a hell lot of time orkutting