Meaningless Scribble

The three strands of hair

2012-01-16T11:12:00.000+05:30

There was once a girl who had only three strands of hair on her head. She was very fond of them and cared for it deeply. She would style them tie a pony tail and even sport a braid. Never did she think that she had negligible amount of hair or that she was practically bald. She flaunted her lustrous locks with elegance and pride.

One day it so happened that she broke one of those strands accidentally; and was devastated. She took desperate measures to take well care of the remaining two strands and preserve them for eternity. The processes turned out to be fatal for her scalp and she ended up losing rest of the strands.

In no way could her grief be described, the loss was unbearable. She spent a few days mourning her loss and eventually came into accepting her reality.

The next day she went and bought herself a beautiful wig.

The moral of the story is that each of you reading it will have their own. And for those who can't think of any, there's none.

The Aadu Family

2011-10-09T13:11:00.000+05:30

My Dad has this habit of waking up early every morning no matter where he stays. We were once on a little trip to his hometown, stayed there for a week. It was a small place, a clash between village and a town but cant be completely said as either. We stayed there for about two weeks I guess, and not any of us had woken at the break of dawn while residing there, except for my dad.

One fine day, he decides to relate to us what he does so early in the morning and all the events that took place while he sat in the balcony watching time pass by. We siblings listened with great interest.

My sisters' understanding of Tamil language is rather vague but enough for survival. Here is one of her vague understanding moments of my dad's early morning venture :

The Tamil word 'Aadu' means goat, but also means to dance. The spellings are different in Tamil but the pronunciation is almost alike.

Dad- "and then this aadu family comes by every morning at around 6 am without fail" [ Aadu = goat]
sis - " aadikite varuvangala?? " [the family comes dancing??]

she actually thought it was a human family that visited every morning; and they came dancing.

And then there was non stop laughter for the next five minutes.

image : http://www.bridgetarmstrong.co.uk/paintings/16-kosouli.jpeg

Granny Diaries

2011-10-05T11:56:00.001+05:30

Days have been busy around here, I'm having a grandmother to look after. She arrived here from her hometown a couple of weeks back mostly for medical reasons and also a change of venue. it has been a very tightly scheduled days for me from then onwards with all the looking after, the increasing number of guests we have who come to visit granny, and little little helps she doesnt ask for.

My granmother has severe joint to joint ache and needs assistance to walk from place to place. this I have to aid mostly due to her forgetting her walking stick back home. Looking at her state only makes me pray that no one deteriorates to such an extant that they need assistance to carry out the most simplest of necessities. of course, I'm not complaining, I am glad to aid her but then she too is too formal with me here, never asks for anything, and that is what gets on my nerves. Also the fact that she complains of insomnia and keeps on asking the doc for sleeping tablets. truth be told, she sleeps all day and most of the afternoon, how is she to get proper sleep at night now?

To be honest, I dont think she likes it here much. No matter how aiding we may be, she thinks of herself as an extra trouble for all of us. Another reason is that she misses the gossips of her little town and the people there.

Roads and Signs

2011-09-13T12:05:00.003+05:30

Sign boards are a way of ensuring caution warning and prevention of people from getting lost. Apart from the traffic regulatory signs the government also ensures some food for thought, road safety tips and hazards of certain activities while driving. The irony of this goodness intended approach is that the person they are targeting will be the last one to read those messages while on the road. Also it is highly unadvisable for the driver to be reading random thought provoking passage when he/she should be concentrating on the happenings of the road.

Another satire that I’ve come across is unintended comedy that makes you flummox at first glance. In a city where nomenclature of areas and streets are varied from British lords to Indian saints and scholars’ one may expect anything to qualify as a name of a region. That said it is evident that many unfamiliar travelers may be misguided due this funny phenomenon. And speaking about unintended comedy, here is a picture that guarantees a chuckle to any. Be it an antagonized driver or an anxious passenger.

This post was previously on another blog of mine which I have now deleted.

News Sleep

2011-08-16T00:36:00.000+05:30

Falling asleep while watching the news/ listening to the news will never be a good idea. Happened to me a while back And when that happens unintentionally, you wake up with the worst ever mental state (Headache, confusion and lack of rest even after resting). Especially when you have heard a news as absurd and idiotic as what I heard.

Im not a fan of news channels, I do not like the reporting style since they try to feed in the message in a biased manner. their tone of speech is very very annoying and condemning of even the most trivial matters. Anyways, the news that bothered, or rather flabbergasted me was the one about the assassins of Rajiv Gandhi, whom are still alive and yet to be punished and have apparently asked for a Mercy Plea from the president. The president, in her right mind, had rejected it. Well, thats completely normal is it not? I mean they are dangerous people who massacred a handfull of people too in an attempt to assasinate our former prime minister.

This rejection of mercy had brought about serious reactions. some twit of a person said that a petition could be sent to the high court te re consider the plea and that rejection was not a good move. He suggested that the Prime Minister should have shown some mercy and accepted the plea. I mean, seriously! do you even have any idea of what you are talking about?! These are the one's who plotted against our deceased Prime Minister.

Initially my jaw was on the floor learning that these terrorists are still alive and not even sentenced to a proper punishment. does not our dear Sonia Gandhi want fast action considering her husbands death?!?! its been freakin 20 years! and nothing has happened. This may be a land of procrastination but this is too much. I am appalled! and have finally concluded that the indian judiciary system is crap and needs serious amendments.

Even the british have corrected their ways after their initial implemetation of the law, which unfortunately is still followed in India. And we still sit here meticulously following a flawed system that gives neither justice nor punishment. Remember, justice delayed is justice denied!

Little (too much)

2011-07-21T07:21:00.002+05:30

So its been a long time, what with all the nothings to do and lack of ideas and enthusiasm to write. I have been have been thinking a lot lately; and much good did it not do. worst idea ever!
too much contemplation on trivial things only make you conclude that the moon is actually bigger than the sun due to the phenomena of solar eclipse.

Blog layout Mishap

2011-07-07T10:38:00.001+05:30

How does my new layout look? Nothing much to it is there? I tried to do something with it by playing around with the coding but then got lost in the middle of it and evidently lost interest. The blog looked weary and haywire. And when there is a mess, I have the habit of simple abandoning it and not looking back at it until I've calmed down and am ready to deal with it. In other words.. I freak out!

Maybe I should just perfect the code off-line and then integrate it here. I must say, coding is indeed a pain! But if you want something, you have to put some effort into attaining it.

I do not know how programmers do it. Coding, as a profession seems so torturous. I have had enough trouble with it while doing my final year project. Coding can be interesting but just the learning part. Working on it continuously only feels redundant.

Will have to get back to this blog modifying business sometime, until then it is the dark orange theme

Word of the Day

2011-06-21T19:45:00.001+05:30

I have been a subscriber for the 'word of the day' from dictionary.com for quite some time now. In the beginning it was very interesting and I took time and effort to remember the words and use them, but as time passed by the intent to even try to get the pronunciation of the word right has abut.

Long back, during school days (feels so odd adding the 'long back' word with school days), I had signed up for the same vocabulary enhancing offer from dictionary.com. I actually learned and harnessed some of those words back then. And then soon came the summer holidays and I didn't bother to take a second look at them. I became so nonplus at the sight of the mail notifications and started to see them as spam, eventually unsubscribing. The re-subscription mentioned above happened a few months ago.

It all happened when I was going through the sight in search of a synonym of word for reasons forgotten. There it was, the word of the day, which miraculously happened to suffice my word need at that time. So happened the urge to become and autodidact and increase my vocabulary as well as my English proficiency.

A moment of retrospecting happened when I was about to click that 'subscribe' button. It was like a premonition, telling me how useless it had been the last time and the daily new words wont do any better this time. It was somewhat right, but I did manage to follow the words longer than last time and averred to at least read the word and meaning, let alone actually understanding what I read. It was like the saying 'going in through one ear and out the other, only difference is that this was going yarely into one eye and our the other.

The real reason behind this post is for me to put into use at least five words from the 'word of the day' into use. I guess I have done more than that. Was nice to have actually put into use these words, even though I am quite aware the effect are only fugacious.

Maybe some of you need a dictionary to comprehend all these words. Have I indirectly made you learn new words too? My Pleasure!

image from : http://www.lostateminor.com/2008/02/25/7-letter-words/

Pet-Theater-Peeves

2011-06-16T15:42:00.001+05:30

Most of you have been to theaters, some times would be good and enjoyable and some others irritable. Enjoyable or Irritable, all depends on how you keep your cool.

We go to the theater to watch the long awaited movie in big screen and full effects. You take along your friends for an added enjoyment, you want everything to go perfect, you have zero tolerance for even the slightest of disturbance. But apparently our expectations, or should I say over expectations, would have been unfulfilled to the point of such irritation that you plot ways of ruining the movie experience for everyone in that hall.

I have faced some minor and some major irritations when in the theater, but it so rarely occurs that all of them happen during one session.

It was just a few days back that I chose to go for a movie, on a day where I thought the crowd would be equal to negligent. But of course, that was only the starting of my over-expectation being overruled.

Of all the things that could go wrong in a theater happened one by one, one after the other.

It was a good start, was all quiet when they stared playing all the ads and some fantastic movie trailers. You sit there enjoying in awe and making notes of other movies to be seen in big screen. The actual movie starts, the first scene commences and all of a sudden your vision is obscured by the group of people who painstakingly chose that exact moment to seat themselves in the row right in front of you. And are they content with their initial seating positions? no. They get up and rearrange themselves again.

Finally, every one is seated and all seems fine till the moment you realize that your head has been tilted and stretched to an angular position to get a complete view of the screen. It so happened that the tallest person from the distracting group mentioned in the previous paragraph has positioned himself right in front of you. This is one of the most annoying things that could ruin your cinema experience. I tried not to get my head hot although I was suppressing a serious urge to kick the seat in front of me. I tried my very best to focus my full attention on the movie and not the distraction. It worked, after a while, or maybe 30 mins, the person decided to move. Yay my luck!

The other incidents that followed were only trivial compared to the previously mentioned, but they are mood killers :

when the protagonist comes in there are loud whistles from all around that numbs the dialogue. Even Po from Kung Fu Panda got that greeting. That was very funny
when there is a intense moment, the whole hall is in utter silence and exactly at that precise moment someones mobile phone rings.
you chose the wrong place to sit and the surround sound was surround only at the one side of the ear.
the interval comes and you are given a huge list of eatables to fetch from the canteen, by the time you come back the movie has already commenced
you are starting to enjoy the movie and asks you to give them way. As you do so, you miss a really amusing scene and wonder why everyone else is laughing but you.
In 3D movies, the 3D glasses not sitting properly on your nose. And that tingling feeling on the nose you get while wearing them.

These are some of my theater themed pet peeves. You must have gone through similar ones, I am sure! And If you've been through even more ridiculous ones, please share.

Hazy Weekend

2011-06-11T17:50:00.000+05:30

Today was a very pleasant day. Sun shone just right between the thick blanket of clouds and the temperature, much tolerable than what it has been for the past couple of months. Yes, this summer had been torturous and I am very happy for the change of weather here irrelevant of there being no rain!

Spent the whole morning outside, walking through the market area window shopping even on the platform shops and sometimes even aimlessly smiling at my good fortune of a good start to a weekend. Even driving in this weather was a bliss, somehow all the hatred and irritation that I'd piled up about this city had vanished in no time. It is amazing how a beautiful weekend morning outing can bring such a change in mood and perspective.

Ended the outing with a mid noon snack of hot Punjabi samosa's n the south Indian fame Filter Coffee.

Nose Cut

2011-05-15T12:05:00.000+05:30

Have you ever had those moments where you hit yourself at the acknowledgement of your own stupidity? I am sure many of you have. It is a basic human reflex, when you see a friend acting foolish you take certain attempts to pull them back o their senses; and when the concerned person is yourself, you think very less about kicking, pinching, slapping, and punching. You simply go ahead with that whim, especially when you're alone.

A few days back I was lying down, after a sumptuous meal, and thinking. Thinking about the most absurd of things and laughing at my own ingenious way of trying to project into what could be my near future. To be honest, I was plotting ways to bully my younger sisters. And then, as thoughts always do, they evolved twisted turned and one thing lead to another.Out of nowhere I remembered that I had to check my mail. I grabbed my phone and started flicking through it.

Once that errand was done, there was a sudden dawn of realization. All of a sudden I felt utterly stupid of what I spent my last five minutes thinking, I had an uncontrollable impulse of wanting to hit my head on the wall. I was too lazy to get out of the bed and walk towards the wall, so I decided on something else. The cell phone I had in my hands, I let it fall on my head. You know the term 'face palm', this was a variation of that, called 'face Phone', irrelevant! Anyways, it was nothing, didn't hurt, neither was it so dramatic or as stupid as what followed. I was really put up on inflicting at least 5% pain on self.

I picked up the phone and let it fall on my forehead again, but this time the altitude was a little higher. Had almost the same effect and I wasn't satisfied with the result. I took the phone in my hands, once again. I took it as high as I could and this time i didn't let it fall, I threw it.. with a considerable force. What happened next was very unforgettable, its effects was felt till yesterday.

The cell phone missed my head and fell hard on my nose. A moment of utter shock due to the pain. It was excruciating! I was lying there clutching my face for a whole minute, wondering if I had dislocated my nose (I assume the worst of situations. My nose was fine). For a whole minute everything was a blur, had no idea how things went wrong. This was the most stupid of actioned I have done in a long time.

A normal person would utter out the most selective of foul languages in such a situation. Since yours truly lacks in such vocabulary, she sat there in silence unable to apprehend how this happened.

I still don't understand how it all happened.

There is just something about... April

2011-05-02T19:49:00.000+05:30

Last month was a complete blur. It started as a joke and continued on as an un-understandable moment of time. There was something fishy about the month April. I still cannot figure out what it was and before I know it the month comes to an end. What I am trying to say is, I have wasted a whole month doing nothing.

Complicated Cricket

2011-04-14T22:40:00.000+05:30

Cricket is one of those interesting matters that India has held on to even chasing away the British. Like the trams in Calcutta and the Railways (still thrivingly preserved in their original state :P) and interesting architectures the ostentatious churches and cozy little cottages in hill stations.

Nonsense ahead.

I am a fan of cricket, I enjoy the game irrelevent of what country plays it and enthusiastically clap whenever a favorite team plays :P.For those who don't know, Hockey is India's national sport and as a Hockey player myself I say it is totally underrated!

Cricket, Ive been seeing it from a young age. My dad is a big fan and I mostly tag along with him after seeing all the fun he has while watching the match. In the beginning I tried to figure out the game by myself. It must have been the world cup season for I remember watching the matches on a daily basis. At that time, my deductions of the game was this :

The bowler bowls, one of the batsman hits the bat and pases it on to the other batsman. And they continue the batting like a game of tennis, one batsman to the other. If he misses a hit, he's out. If the ball gets hit very high and someone catches it, he's out! If the stumps fall, he's out!

Now, as a kid I had no patience sitting put watching cricket for more than 3 minutes. In the midst of running around the house and asking too many questions, this is what I had deduced of the game. It was only some years later, when I was about eight or nine years of age, I decided to ask my father of how the game is played. Guess What? I was completely Wrong!

Morning Blooooooo's and Browns (the Coffee)

2011-04-07T11:09:00.000+05:30

It's been an hour since I woke up, and I still feel like I have just stepped out of the bed. This is an early Morning talk. Might make no sense .

Some things never change, or so they seem. I all wanted to do was blog, now that I have started writing, all the enthusiasm disappeared due to the fact that I have no topic in hand, am simple filling the lines, one at a time. I don’t have much to say along these lines anymore, the thing is... Now I don’t need to hold on to all the smartass statements that crosses my mind. I dump it all on twitter.

This is so cool, every sip of coffee I take, I construct a sensible sentence.

I am sooo hungry now; I woke up very late today. The alarm went on at seven am, but the oh so smart me decides to press the ‘off’ button instead of snooze. I wish “Alarm” was a human job description, that way I can hire someone who would make me get up at time :D

Y U NO tweet : “POWER NAP, Y U NO GIVE ME MORE POWER?

Now that, is a very good question.

Why am I quoting on a nap when the post is about an all night (lack of) sleep? Cos it was funny, :D

Grudge. Part...er... lost count

2011-03-14T09:43:00.002+05:30

Every girl must have gone through this, the fight/argument with their mother. It is pretty common, but here it is like having to deal with one tv serial character. I seldom know why and how she has a grudge against me, it is usually for very petty and pathetic reasons, e.g.: I arrive 5 minutes late to wash the dishes. And this horrendous trait of mine is rewarded with a 5 day of my mom not talking to me.

Yours truly is not complaining, she likes it much, the less she talks to her mother the better off she is. She even is free from the petty little jobs that highly irritate her and nevertheless she ends up doing them. Example: "get me a glass of water" or calling me all the way from my room to the kitchen and "get me one tomato from the fridge" (the one she is standing right next to). Her mother, in vain, even does the normal chores that yours truly usually does, just because she had arrived couple of minutes late. Then again, yours truly is not complaining :D

It has been three days, and counting, since my mother has spoken normally to me. It was all because of the above mentioned reason, I was 5 minutes late. Ans me, I am as bothered as the mosquitoes bother of hurting you before the bite. Moreover, i am very indifferent when it comes to taking scolding. It annoys the hell out of people, I simply fail to react. I go with the attitude of 'please, whatever you have to say, say it soon, I have to get back to a couple of things", this is due to the number of times I had to take it from my mom. After a while I couldn't be bothered. So, as a result, my sisters get the loud noise instead (I do pity them, I really do. But I can’t so much, once upon a time I too was at the receiving end. Not Anymore!).

I am still wondering how many more day is this grudge going to stay. You know, she talks very nicely to me like everything is fine whenever she needs something. Like the other day she asked me to fetch something from the nearby grocery, I did, after she got her stuff she went back to ignoring me. *Sigh* Such is Life!

If at all this was from anyone else, instead of mommy dearest, I would have smeared grease on their way down the staircase!

Careful! my dear friends :)

Haaha, This actually is a fact! :P

2011-03-12T22:10:00.000+05:30

The Matchbox and a stem of Wheat

2011-03-10T00:17:00.001+05:30

There was once a farmer who was passionate about collecting matchstick boxes. They came in different colors and had different pictures printed on them. It was said to have been around 500 different pictured boxes which our farmer strives to collect.

He goes to the nearby grocery store every day to buy a box of matches. It is said to have been around 500 unique designs that the matchboxes come in. The farmers aim is to have hold of all the unique 500 versions. He comes back home and empties the matches into a big container that held a large amount of matchsticks, the box went into his truck with all its counterparts.

The day came when his collection was complete. It was highly exhilarating from the moment he spotted the missing piece on the store till the journey back to his home. He was even more elated when he proudly announced his completion to his friends and neighbours. Throughout the day he was all smiles, till the time he slipped into his bed.

He had recalled the day and all its events, one of the best days indeed. A simple joy, a joy of accomplishment, a fulfilment of (one of his) his aims/commitments and a sense of success of not having given up hope.

The next day came and he was ambiguous from the start of his day. One of his routine had ended, he needed not to visit the grocery store often as before, but only when needed. He had that 15 minutes of extra time in his day and had no idea of what ti fill it with. Those 15 minutes bothered his brain all day.

He had no other hobbies; his day had been planned perfect till the moment he found his last matchbox. He sat there doing nothing, not even his daily chores and farm work. The farmer thought and thought of what to do with his extra time. The whole day resulted unproductive; a day dwelled in confusion and ideas that remained unfulfilling. It was merely 15 minutes, to fill that space he wasted a day in thoughts that failed to find him a solution.

There was another issue that bothered him, he had missed having a hobby. A passion that kept him running, searching for what might have been and what could become. He missed that feeling. There was a void in his hear that kept growing by the days.

One fine day, he woke up with an excitement of a pleasant surprise. He was sure of finding something new that day. The excitement did not come as a random emotion, but was initiated by him, his assuring of self to look out for something pleasing, rewarding and exciting.

It was a day as usual for him, all the routine tasks but all done with an ease in mind. While sprinkling fertilizer on his crops there came an epiphany. A grain of wheat had inspired him to start another collection, A collection of seeds. The thought was simple, it was more random than it actually seemed but a randomness that perfectly disguised itself as an original idea. He plucked a stem of the wheat crop and kept it in his pocket. And Smiled.

The fact was, he did not consider adopting the 'collecting seeds' hobby, but had understood something through that random thought. He needed to find another passion, an interest that would feed his soul and mind. Something that would make each day fulfilled.

The right state of mind brings about the right wavelength of thoughts that, if acted upon, produce results exceeding the simplicity of that thought. It was simple, as simple as collecting match boxes.

He did find another interest, he found many in fact and all of them succeeded one another. He understood the need do something he loved, the importance of a positive mental attitude and he knew and felt why it was important. The farmer kept that stem of wheat for the rest of his days.

Gandhi and Shakespeare eating Vadai in Australia

2011-03-08T19:32:00.000+05:30

I am sitting in my room browsing here and there on the web. My dad is teaching my sis (age 9) who is preparing for her exams. I hear all their conversation from the living room, the house has no other noise going around. Before I lead you through the darn-est comments from my sister, please note that she has no idea of the Indian history. We had spent most of out time in an Arab nation and in a school with the British Syllabus.

Dad - Gandhi is the father of our nation, he bought us freedom.
Sis - how did he free us? why did he have to?
Dad- because we were under a British rule, the British had captured us
Sis - ohh so we weren't captured by Australia?? [!!!!!! where did she get that from?!?!?!!]
Dad - no no, it was the British. Gandhi sent all the Brits out and and freed India, thats why he is the father of our nation.
Sis - Then who is the father of Abu Dhabi?
Dad - for Abu Dhabi (UAE) it is Sheikh.. [he was interrupted by sis]
Sis - Shakespeare!! :D
Dad - (ROFLing) no no its Sheikh Zayed. Shakespeare is another person, he writes stories. Now, youve seen Gandhi rite? He is the bald man on the rupee note
Sis - The one wearing cooling glasses??
Dad - (ROFLing even more) those are not colling glasses, there are normal glasses.
Sis - ooh [in an embarrassed tone] I thought he was the other one, who wears cooling glasses.
Dad - Who is the other one? [puzzled]
Sis - The other one who is bald and wears shades.
Dad - [he finally gets it] ohh that one, no that is not Gandhi, that is the Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu [please google and see his picture his name is 'Karunanidhi']. Gandhi died very long ago.
Sis - Hmmm...

I, in my room, had almost fallen off my seat with laughter. I wonder what all misconceptions this kid has.

Some days back, in her Tamil note book, she had written some questions and answers. 'Answers' = 'Vidai' in tamil. She had written 'Vadai' in those places. 'Vadai' is a food item, also known as 'Vada' [pic below]

Good Bye, Hech Teee See

2011-02-24T00:08:00.001+05:30

Dear Hech Tee See,

It is very hard for me to do this, but you give me no choice. There is nothing wrong with you, you are as good and unique the way you are, but you have to understand my situation. I do not have many options in my hand, just this one. So please let me go ahead. I will really miss you smart phone, you were kool and very handy but you leave me no choice. I have to get up early in the morning, I need an alarm and you have never helped me with that. You’ve failed to wake me up twice and I can’t take that. I am going back to my Sony Ericson, it requires a sim to operate so I'm sorry , you have to let me take the sim from you. You will still function without it, I know, I know you very well. I will be there with you still, just asking for my sim back. I am going back to my Sony Ericson.

Take care HTC, It’s been a pleasure,

- yours truly

P.S: you also need to lose some weight.

Sine Cera

2011-02-12T12:15:00.003+05:30

Sincerely, without wax. why do you think the word sincerely means ‘without wax’? It is no co incidence or someones way of cruel humor that plagues throughout the centuries. It actually has a history, and a pretty good one too. And again it is to do with the artist. Why is every good and interesting event include an artist? I guess we must understand something from this, Average/ ordinary people seldom make history, they're too busy pretending they're a bunch of self important people who take pride in doing things that are practised with the people around them. All ideas second hand.

Coming back to the word ‘Sincere’, a composition of two Latin words sine and cera. Meaning ‘without’ and ‘wax’ respectively. Although most may consider this as a myth there is a valid explanation to this occurrence. It is to do with the sculptors of the olden times. The minor faults in their sculptures were cleverly coated with a fine layer of wax to give a look of flawless perfection. The practice was considered to have deceived the viewers and hence thought as malpractice . The sculptures that were original to their creators chisel and contained not even the minute flaws were addressed as without wax, or to say sine cera, were the one’s of honesty and purity in the sculptors work put foreword.

Having known the so called mythical explanation of the word, you cannot help but think of how sincere a person is when he claims to be so. The word provokes deep meaning and proclaims to have a strong and sound definition to have it to be seen used so pettily. Dishonest use of such words soon leads to its demise and worth. And so we pour into the dictionary to discover new words that lean closely to their very last meaning, simply for the fact that they are rarely used.

jaaane tuuuuuu.. yaaaaaa jaane naaaaaaaaaaa

2011-02-04T22:40:00.000+05:30

So basically I’m up to nothing. None of the any typical people of my age are usually up to. I completed my degree, not even remotely looking for a job (I did try though) and my brain goes ballistic whenever I think of future studies. In the midst of all these confusions I lose my passion to blog, read other blog, read books and even am distant from the world around me. I don’t interact much, am very reserved, too skeptic and have lost the ability to be spontaneous. I fear away from everything just because of the minute flaw in them. Since this routine is doing me no good, I decide to show these thoughts the way out and just slack until I get an epiphany!

Have had a cup of milk, a cup of ginger tea, one cup of coffee and green tea. All these were consumed by yours truly this very day and so I present the honor of my enlightenment to these drinks that have worked in unison to set my thinking straight. Oh yes, had a glass of Strawberry milkshake too, very yummy.

I am writing this through google docs. i have found it to be very simple and much more friendly than Microsoft (huh! Microsoft insists to be capitalised) word. Every time I work using MS word, I feel like doing unwanted homework, all due to the number of assignments and documentations I have painstakingly typed throughout the last few years. Even though google docs does not offer automatic capitalisation and grammar corrections, it is alright, can sure do all that while typing a creative/leisure article. It is surely not going to give a big helping hand when typing something academic or business like. When you need to concentrate more on the content, you need an application to take care of these little petty jobs.

There isn’t much more to say, if you’ve gotten excited by reading the title then I apologise for not having fulfilled your expectations. There isn't much connection between the title and the content, just there cos I remembered the song. Then again, one can come up with random linkage between the two, and I leave it all to you. That rhymed!

Sardar Joke

2011-01-20T21:56:00.002+05:30

Of all the days I have laughed and amused over a sardar ji joke, this was one of its best. I do realise that it isn't of good ethics to ridicule the particular community, but then I don't ask for it and... they are funny :-/

But this one ridicules someone else ;)

Sardar: How many idlies can you eat on an empty stomach?

Vijay: I can eat 6 Idlies

Sardar: You can eat only one idli on an empty stomach, when you eat the second, that's not empty stomach.

Vijay - ohh..!! super joke, I'm going to tell this joke to my friend.

Later..

Vijay: How many idlies can you eat on empty stomach?

Vijay's friend : I can eat 10

Vijay: ohh shucks! if you had said 6, I would have told you a superb joke!

...Vijay Rocks!!

Note: Vijay is the name of a leading tamil actor. He is despised by many and has a huge number of fans, although his movies are becoming a big torture. For more info, please google.

... was an sms joke

The day an insult turns into praise.

2011-01-12T18:48:00.000+05:30

Vengayam, the Tamil term for the most ‘on the radar’ food item, the onion. It is very amusing to see how the cheaply considered vegetable or a bulb, to be more precise, has turned its way from being taken as granted to being one of the most expensive bulb.

From the day anyone can remember till this moment we have heard numerous accounts of how our protagonist, the onion, has resolutely brought tears to the eyes that near its deep layers. We have seen the eye piercing agony one goes through when dealing with this villain. Yes, it is a villain, the fact may have been hiding under the purple layers but the truth has finally surfaced. The conspirer has been so commonly there for us that there are only a rare number of (Indian) dishes that can be browned without its support. And now, after years of tears shed in its name, it makes itself too costly to be used generously.

There have been many exhilarations and ridiculous statements made as a result of this unearthly phenomenon. “Drop the shares, lets invest on onions” says one random person over the twitter. “Banks lockers will be filled with onions instead of gold” says another. Even though considering that onions come with an expiry date, these ideas wouldn’t be of waste since the price hike range may now increase within every hour. Instead of oil barrels, India may fight and bargain for onion sacks. There have even been talks about introducing new business school subjects “Mastering the Art of Onion Trade”. IIM may boast in pioneering a new speciality in MBA even, ‘Onion Dealer’.

There was a time, till a month ago, where calling a person “vengayam” was considered an insult. it would have meant you considered that person close to nothing, not anymore. Now, one shall pride over being called so.

Image courtesy : manjul.com

Outraged!

2010-12-09T21:14:00.000+05:30

Well, I'm not exactly outraged, but very very disappointed. I was helping my sister studying her 9th year with her History exam preparation and I found some rather stupid things in it. The depth of study on a topic was very shallow and it seemed to be mostly repeating facts, or rather, they have been paraphrased again.. and again. And it is important for the students to remember each version, what a waste of mental resource!

There was a topic on Judaism and Christianity where there was not a single paragraph without the words 'old' and 'new testament' and not even a mention of the Jews also having a Holy Book. I did ask my sister "what is the name of the Jews holy book?" thinking it as a ridiculously easy question, all she gave me was a blank look. "They don't have one" she tells me. And thats when I poured my total focus into the book looking for the magic word 'Torah'. They mentioned Mosses receiving the 10 commandments but failed to even hint about the 'Torah'

Another aspect that really got me by utter astonishment was my discovery of false facts. Although I do agree with the fact that history is a bunch of lies agreed upon, I also believe that there are some hardcore facts that can never be denied. It was on a topic of Muslim caliphates, where Calif Ali was wrongly stated as the son - in - law of some other person. He was actually the son-in-law of Prophet Muhammad. I knew my sister knew the proper fact but she answered the question regarding this otherwise. I was pretty much surprised, one year into this 'no-trace-of-Muslim-etiquette-land' and she forgets her basic knowledge about it? It actually turned out so because she cannot give another answer other than what is in the book.

It may be a slight mistake but it is a subject that will be remembered and its knowledge used later to comprehend and relate to many worldly features. If you have got your basic set of knowledge wrong then what is the use this education?

I do hope my sister does forget this subject completely as soon as she finishes with her exams.

Right but Wrong!

2010-11-30T10:46:00.002+05:30

Last time I mentioned this trait of mine, I wondered if it was about time that I had gotten over it. Alas, the truth is that I am still not compliant with this bothersome attribute. For once, I certainly cannot believe that I have actually become to be twenty plus one year old, I had a hard time dealing with twenty and the one in place of the zero isn’t helping at all. It almost appears as if I have stagnated and time is moving by very fast.

Every time I come to use the left and right directions I do so without any hesitations and with full confidence. But only later do I realise that my mind and body are not in total congruence. It was only a few days ago that I had to direct the driver and at a crucial point I directed him towards the right while gesturing my hand towards the left. By the way, the correct direction was to turn towards the left and not the right. On that we wasted an extra 10 minutes time and the driver’s patience.