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I am Shifting Base

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 03:17:00 +0000

hello guys
people dropping in
let me just divert you all to my new blog
The Star, Me and Star Struck
i am upgrading from sea, shores ,sands, files to the ultimate stars
It would be good to have you people there in my new blog and continue encouraging me to rite

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always

2 Decade old me……

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 16:32:00 +0000

It is time a mile stone has reached. It is time for a new phase of my life. It is going to be 20 years since I came down to this earth. At this point of time I just want to remember the life’s best memories in these past 20 years.

Life is a big roller coaster ride. It is filled with ups and downs and I am not going to tell you something new. It is just that each person’s life is unique in ones own way. It has that distinct left or a right turn that makes the entire world’s difference to one’s life. Let me just take you all in a ride back my memory lane.

It was a fine day I guess, July 16- 20 years back morning 5:50 is the exact time of my birth. I was a surprise package! In the sense that I wasn’t expected into this world till September end. But than me being me just was so damn impatient to see this world with my Big eyes and wanted to welcome everything with my tiny hands and feet.

Then time flew, I grew from being such a tiny baby to quite a healthy kid. That was the time I started questioning everything, where did this come from? What is that? How did you get this? And what not? It was also the time when I was joined into school. Those days in CV were the best to last a life time.

My kinder garden teacher Hazel was my first teacher. Me and my cousin were in the same class; well he was born the day before me! And such troublesome kids we both were, always going around wherever the teacher went-tricking the birthday kids in giving us an extra chocolate by asking for the other with such innocent faces, licking all the cream off the birthday cake before prayer gets over and hiding under the desks, crying if the other cries, sleeping if the other sleeps, posing as swimmers for a annual day play given the fact we do not know how to swim- well those are days not to be forgotten!

Then came school and those days of growing up, getting to know all about the Abcs of love, and experiencing those little puppy loves or crushes on god knows how many guys. I guess it is 12 and still counting!! Becoming crazy doing stupid stuff was the way of everyday in school. Then came 10th board exams, I wonder how I studied, on second thoughts I did not study much! I just finished whatever was there to study in the first day of the study holiday and spent the rest of the study holidays watching movies or calling in to SS music reach out program!

11th came and I was asked to make my first choice, which group did I want to get into; I registered for science and ended up sitting in the commerce class. And I should say your entire school life can be summed up entirely in these two years. It is the time for more freedom and responsibility in the school front. You turn to be the seniors in the school. A kinda attitude develops, and it is fun to explore this side of your life. Your teachers and principal treat you like an adult, you feel so great, it is also the time that you age long friendship with your fellow peers get stronger, you get to know them much deeper. It is also the time where your mind is a gamut of emotions, you feel great, low, defenseless, insecure, happiest all in the same time. It is the time where you create an opinion for yourself. A time where you tend to set rigid rules on the way you want to live your life. A time where opinions and ego clashes and you get into serious fights with friends whom you have known since the time you were born. It is a time to learn life the way you want best.

Then you reach an end to school life and join college filled with loads and loads of expectations. You see everything through rosy glasses only to find the hard way it is just plain black and white. You meet new people, you make new friends, and by the time your 3 years in college has ended, it would be like you have known these new friends of yours all through your life. Now is the time you tend to separate time for your friends from school and college. You will be in a confusion on who to call for you birthday treat, wondering if your friends from school and college will get together, and end up giving two different treats. And it is also the time where you tend to feel a little insecure about your school friends, coz even they have moved on and found new friends whom you might not get along with. But then if you notice clearly, it is only your best of friends who will stick on to you till the end. Well all I can say is friendship is a great gift to mankind, without which we all tend to be morons in this world. A person with no friends is not fit to live in this world.

Now was also the time I got confused about the existence of the almighty, I was turning an atheist and now I am spiritual but not religious! I am confused if there is someone who exists up there and should I look up to him through all those names given to him. All I know is this is a phase for my growing up, but then none of my friends would agree I am growing; I tend to be the immature kid always. I started to write by this stage and here you have my blog established, I have also inspired quite a few to start a blog!

So on the eve of my birthday I would like to thank some special people in my life!!

First and foremost let me get the family done with coz without them I won’t be here right in this place and posting this blog…

So here it goes, my heart filled thanks to my
o Amma- who is most of the times my amma and quarter of the time my friend.
o Appa- whose chellam(sweetie) is me.
o My bro- who encouraged me to read and well without whom I wouldn’t have learnt the art of fighting and arguing.
o My granddad- he is my mom’s father, and I have admired a lot by the way he living his life
o My grandmom- well without her my mom would not have allowed me to experience the freedom she was denied ;) also coz she is one grand mom whom you can’t fool around with.
o My uncles and aunts – my mom’s bros and their better halves, without them my growing up will not be complete
o My cousins – 5 of them without whom my growing up will simply not be a fun filled and those yearlong of pranks, secrets and mischief that we have lived through just could not be compensated by anything else. Especially Arun coz he was born the day before me, and without whom my kindergarden would not have been so great!
o Hazel ma’am – my kinder garden teacher who still remembers me when I go to school.
o Sridevi ma’am – she was more like a friend to us
o Thilagavathy ma’am – without whom my tamil classes would be a lot boring.
o Banumathi ma’am – my eco ma’am who just liked me for what I am.
o FRIENDS – they just make me who I am today and I need a separate list for them
- Ayshwarya – she was my friend for the whole of three years and I wonder what she is doing right now
- Nandini – well I wonder where she is too right now, those days in school with her were the best
- Harhsa – I learnt a bit if hindhi from her, and she is one perfect tomboy, I wonder where you are and whether you remember me!
- Padmini – she was one great dancer and such a down to earth person, same here I wonder where she is.
- Janet – she was a new entry to school and used to call me Bull Bull Rani for which I used to get offended!
- Arjun, Timkumar and Ponselvan – without you guys stupid fights I know my Tamil tuitions wont be that great!
- Swathi – we were quite close for a year or so
- Subhashini – we were super close till we fought really bitterly by the end of the year, if you read this blog subhashini, I still remember all the good times I had with you
- Preethi Paramasivam – we were best of friends and called chatter boxes by almost all the teachers and god knows what we had to talk so much about, now I very badly want to get in touch with her, if anyone knows her contact plz drop by a word to me.
- Visalam – my great friend and god knows wat all we both were up to in those five years we were together in the same school, it is with her I used to go guy hunting in school!
- Abirami – Fondly called as Abby, well she is one best buddy who still keeps in touch with wat is happening in my life and with whom I have shared most of my best moments in life, she is one friend who I can look up to even so many years later.
- Dvijavanthi – it is Dvij-a-van-thi who now calls herself DJ, I was surprised when I found her to be exactly like me, this likeliness just leaded us to crush on the same guys over and over again. If you know me, you know her and vice versa
- Alice George John – I like to call her that, she is one kutty chathan, and has ended to be my real good friend in the three years of college I went with her. She definitely shares both my life’s best and worst moments on my bike roger! And she is my spell-o-checker and partner in riting poems
- Easha – she is simply one sweet heart and can make you feel good on any day.
- Archana – for all the trouble she makes in my life, but in the end of the day she just likes me so much that she just can’t help it 
- Shilpa Gulati – I missed 1 and half year of college life without getting to know her, only to find out she is someone who is just like me, a confused person on this earth trying to come to terms with what life is treating us. And I can assure you that she is one person whom I would not lose contact with.
- Aruna Rajeshwari – she is one person who reads me inside out! I have to thank her for the gift she has made me wait for 6 months before unwrapping it! And well she is one person whose birthday I always forget and look around guiltily when she comes around. She is one person who catches me in my worst moments when I am feeling not so good and putting up a good face, she finds it with just a glance at my face!

I have to mention some of my online buddies who make my virtual life too much fun to live, there is Karan who introduced me to sulekha, Sujata who took opinions from me and posted it in Indian express, Meenakshi Nambiar for taking my posts to the editor’s pick, Hebrew princess for encouraging me to rite more on Blogliterati and featuring me at times in the Featured blogger and editor picks.
Karthik and Sunil from Evam for encouraging my Fan follwing of them ;) then there is Gigi who did mine and Alice’s ambigram and well gave me hints to rite poems, then there is Spammi – my virtual bro – in – law without whom online spamming would be boring, Arunesh my anna and all my blog readers who have the patience to read what I rant and comment too!

I guess that’s about the people I have met in my life and who make my life all the more worthwhile to live, and I would like to clarify that the above order is the order in which these people appeared in my life and are not based on favoritism!! And if by any chance I have missed someone and whom my stupid brain fails to remember I apologize and thank you for also being there in my life. This is just the best blog I have ever written for people close to me on the eve of my birthday, and I hope you all continue to exist in my life and make it even more happy and cherished.

And this blog is for my birthday which is coming this 16th!

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always

BLISS்! - 2

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 05:23:00 +0000

Read part 1 here

“Could I get you some coffee Arvi?” huskily enquired Reena, his secretary. “Er.. No thanks Reena” Arvindh said indifferently, constantly checking his phone, to see if he had got any missed calls or messages. He belonged to one of the biggest business tycoon family. His father had started the ‘P R V Constructions’ 20 years back, and every where around the country, buildings had their tag. They expanded internationally few years back. He was now managing the south zone of the business.

He saw Adithi a few years back in on of the poojas for the building which they constructed; she was so full of life that he had instantly fallen for her. He had then made enquires about her, and had found everything about her. Now, he thought he should take the next step. He was well nearing 28 and he needed to get settled in his life, if only to put women like Reena at bay and his bitter break up with Sonali behind his mind. He had taken the marriage proposition to Adithi’s father, who had been surprised at first, but had then agreed. All that now remained was Adithi to accept.

It wasn’t like he was in love with Adithi. He felt that he will never ever fall in love with anyone in his life; coz being in love only gave pain and bitterness. What with witnessing the pain his father went through, when his mother left them when he was just 10 for a foreigner and his own pain for completely trusting Sonali only to find that she has been using him.

Adithi seemed like a practical choice to get married. She was the career oriented woman, who was so practical and sensible. She also had her own business to look after, and will not use him for his bottomless bank account. He knew he wasn’t promising love or commitment, but only a sense of partnership in the deal called marriage.

His thoughts were disturbed by the ringing of his phone. He glanced at the no. to find it was Adithi. “Hey hello Adithi” he said to the phone. “Listen Aravindh, I need to talk to you in person” she replied and gave him the place where she would meet him.

“So….” Aravindh enquired her. “Well, what exactly are you looking for in this marriage proposal that you have made?” she asked him. “Well, as far as I am concerned Adithi I am looking for companionship and as time goes by a couple of kids’ maybe”
“Hmm….I am just thinking if you are planning to cover your never ending relationships with other women by this farce of a marriage?”
Her out of the blue question took him a second to regain his composure. “My never ending relationships, what makes you think so?” He challenged her. “Well for a start, I am bewildered by your proposal, as you with all the reigning power of your business could choose any one to be your wife, then there is the matter of Sonali, Reena, Anitha and who else I am not aware of…” She questioned him. “You have been doing your research haven’t you Adithi? Well I am impressed, and for my never ending relationships, I think that is a bit of exaggeration, coz I never was in a serious commitment till now” He mocked her. “So what are you promising me in this marriage, a serious commitment, but then what about love?” She questioned him back. “I don’t put stock in love Adithi, it is all just nonsense, how many people do you know who have got married for love, these days marriage is all about convenience, and loving someone will only lead to more hurt and pain, which I am not prepared to undertake” He spoke more harshly than he intended. She just stared at the rigid set of his face which made him look like a complete stranger to her.

Read Part 3 Here

To be continued blissfully…..

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always!

Come back to me

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 11:14:00 +0000

It’s been real long since I blogged!
And I think it is high time I remedied that mistake ;-)
What better way then to come back with a poem
So here it goes…

I watch the streets
I glimpse now and then
Just wishing
That you will come back
Come back to me

The past few weeks were hell
Sheer pain
Every single second
Away from you
Apart from you
Seems like an eternity

The trees were lush
When you were there
The birds sang like honey
When you were there

Now it all looks barren
It all looks dry and lifeless
Oh, how I wish
Oh, how I pray
For you to return soon

The news is filled with gory stories
Of the war and bloodbath
Militants get killed
Army men get killed
Colonels getting killed
But I know deep in my heart
You are alive
You are still fighting with all your life
Nothing can happen to you
Coz your heart beats within me
I ferociously guard it
I know I will die before anything happens to you
So just come back to me

I know you will come
As long as the star shines next to the moon
Nothing can happen to you
Coz your heart beats in mine
Just come back
Come back to me
And put everything behind to rest
And be with me
Till my world ends….

I HATE YOU

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Sat, 24 May 2008 16:15:00 +0000

I hate what you do to me
I hate it when you make me smile
I hate it even more when you make me cry
I hate you coz of what I feel for you
I hate you coz I cant stop loving you
I hate you coz I yearn for
Your touch,
Your breath,
Your word,
I hate you coz you make me a gone case
I hate you coz you are making me insane
I hate you coz I cant bear you hurting me
I hate you when I see you with another girl
I hate you coz someone has replaced me
I hate you simply coz I love you so much
It is too much to bear

ZANYCHILD
Driving people insane as always

Kids these days!!

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Wed, 14 May 2008 03:16:00 +0000

Well I should say kids of Gen – X are definitely more clever and filled with the ‘I’ attitude.

They seldom care of what others say, nor do they think before they do anything. They are cute, clever and witty. There are 2 nephews of mine. Quite a troublesome lot they both were.

One of them is so naughty that he insisted on going to the same play school and did not want to go to the normal school. He had decided this is what school is and did not want to change his mind. When at last he was convinced by his parents that he should go to the normal school, he reluctantly agreed much to the surprise of his parents. Then he put forth his condition, you know how Kinder Garden admissions are these days, interviews for the students, parents and relatives if any. This nephew of mine said ‘no, I won’t answer anything the principal asks me!!’ he was so stubborn on this point.
Then dawned the day of the interview- He went there, the principal asked him ‘n’ no. of questions, but this little nephew of mine kept quiet. Then the principal shows him chocolates and asks him, what is it? This nephew of mine replies ‘Don’t you have Diary milk? I like only diary milk and not Munch!’ !!!!!

(Though he got into the school is not our concern over here!)

Then there was this other nephew, he was taken from his school on a bus ride around the city of Chennai. When he returned home, his moma asked ‘So, tell me what you saw?’ he replied with a pat ‘ Sivaji poster!’ while his classmates replies varied around airport, beach and stuff!!

My nephew and his parents went to a friend’s house. The house was located in an apartment. My nephew with all enthu went out to play. He caught a gang of his friends. All were in some 2 and half feet in height. Then these guys had gone up the terrace. Little Newtons were they, that they were wondering what will happen if they drop stones from the terrace, it was the 7th floor mind you. They wanted to know the consequences immediately, so they collected stones of all sizes and started their little Newton experiment. They dropped, dropped and dropped on top of the small maruti car parked below. The shatter of glasses of the maruti car got the security in full alert, and they all loaded with weapons went to the terrace to catch the culprit red handed. And there stood on the terrace our little Newtons with stones in their hands ready for the war. The security personnel were tongue tied. But still our little Newtons justified that each one threw only 1 to 2 stones!!

I had recently gone to a wedding, and I met these nephews of mine. I was so busy in the wedding in putting mehindi to all the lil nieces there. The two nephews did not want to be left out in the gang of gals. So they approached me and literally demanded me, or should I say ordered me, that I should put mehindi for them. And that too, they were very specific in what they wanted to be drawn. One wanted strawberry, the other wanted bat and ball. It seems according to them the normal mehindi designs are very girly, and they were boys!!

Once my uncle wanted to reverse his car, my lil nephew was standing behind. So he asked him to see if the car was hitting the wall when he is reversing. My nephew kept saying no till the car hit the wall and then said, ‘uncle, ippo car idichiduchu’ (uncle, now the car hit the wall)!! This incident crept back in my mind after I saw a similar ad on TV!!

There is a niece of mine. She is in her UKG. She always moves around with guys in her class. There is this friend of her in class called Aravindh I tell you they are inseparable. The teacher got frustrated with both of them hanging to each other that she asked my niece to sit with the girls from the day after. She was adamant and did not agree; her brother was of the same school and was in his 8th. One evening when he came to pick my niece, the teacher has put forth this issue to him and asked him to bring their mother to see her the next day. The niece was so upset, that she asked her brother, why the teacher is making a lot of fuss. The brother replied, ‘it is because you are a girl, you move around girls’. Immediately the niece asked ‘Then when will I change into a Boy?’ the brother was for a moment stuck, then he said ‘You don’t change’. Then my niece asked ‘but you have, haven’t you?’ for which the brother was simply dumbstruck and did not reply.
Once my cousin was talking to my mom on the phone. Her kid, my nephew was pestering her. When my mom asked for what he was troubling her. My cousin said ‘ he is asking me whether he takes bath in the morning or the afternoon, coz just now he had his bath, and if the reply was afternoon, then he would rush out to play’ such clever kids aren’t they?

This reminds me of a joke I heard somewhere. There were three little naked boys playing in the water. One little naked girl comes up to them, she points down and asks ‘what is that?’ she is about to touch it, when one little naked boy cries ‘Don’t touch it; you have lost yours I don’t want to lose mine!!’

It is just endless, innocent fun with kids around you, I say!
You will never regret spending time with them. They are just irritatingly cute, beautiful, funny and full of wit!!

Birthday blues

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 07:31:00 +0000

You know what day was yesterday?
It was the birthday of kuttychathan, the sweet little devil who came across my life approximately 3 yrs back, but then on second thought she is not so sweet. She turned 20 yesterday! Believe it or not she looks like she is 10. Some people are blessed with such genes that they will never tend to look old. Well she is one of those blessed people I guess! But then why did god bless her.

Let me elaborate. She is a person who thinks straight and talks straight even in this world with lots of crooks and turns she still walks straight. She is into theatre and stuff. She is also into writing and stuff. She is also into learning French and stuff. And by now you should have known she is into a lot and lot of stuff including the real stuff.

She was our Ass Rep – the Rep of all Asses according to her in our 2nd yr of college. The time she got elected was one emotional moment for her. You couldn’t have guessed seeing her that she has such a lot of emotions locked inside her, or the way she keeps things to herself so that it doesn’t hurt the other person.

She is a Taurean as you might have guessed by now, being born in the month of April. And definitely she does justice to the Bull and has a temper which she has managed to control at times extremely well. She is really possessive about her books and gets irritated if anybody writes her name in it without her golden permission. She cracks her head doing accounts and just wonders never endingly how I understand the concepts very easily!

I call her all day long, and do not know when I started this ritual. We talk about anything and everything under the sun for hours and still I will call her in 15 minutes after we hanged up. One of my favorite things of all time is to call her during exams just for the only reason to tell her I have finished studying when she wouldn’t have even started to search for the books to study. The highlight of it would be my whining that I don’t remember anything that I studied.

She was one busy bird in college. Anything everything people will call her. But then she hates it when people shout her name in public! But then we all love doing what she hates. And according to her ‘Nobody LOVES her!!’ which is both true and false. We all love her, but there is no special person who Loves her for her. And I hope that special person when she meets will not be committed to any other girl like all her wannabe special persons!

We both write poems in laa clash, imitate laa ma’am and chwitch of our brains as soon as laa ma’am finishes with the anshering of our attendance. And well I can say that she started writing blogs because of me!! Yeah me! Me! And because of me! I think she got bugged each time I ask her to read my blog that she decided to give me a slice of my own bug! But then it is very disguising (disgusting for the uninitiated, but then the proper word here should have been disappointing!) that she never got caught in laa ma’ams class while I got caught twice.

That reminds me of an incident where she got caught. It was in our second year, we were having marketing class on various types of pricing by one boring teacher. You know those skimming, penetrating prices. I don’t remember who was sitting next to her, but then these two made a comment about what the boring teacher said and chuckled. The boring teacher’s boring ears caught this chuckle and also the direction from which it came. She ordered kuttychathan to get up, and asked the reason for her chuckle. She was so damn tensed, coz this was the first time she was getting caught. She said ‘no ma’am it isn’t anything you said, I just wrote skimming as skinning and that I why I laughed’. You know how these boring teachers are, they never trust what the intelligent student says, so she asked kuttychathan to bring the note book to her. (I know very very childish!!). Now kuttychathan did not know what to do, in a hurry she wrote skinning instead of skimming in great discretion without being seen by the boring teachers boring eyes. And she escaped, maybe because the boring teacher’s boring eyes were not as sharp as her boring ears but they were just plain boring!

So then back again to where we started, the purpose of this blog is to wish her a happy birthday, and that’s what we should have done in the start, but then last but not the least! Wish you a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY kuttychathan, and please don’t get all fussy and upset about your bday, when I called you you were fussing over something I guess, or was it my imagination! You know I have a crazy imagination. Let the rest rest and think about now and only now. Coz now is where you belong. I was all geared up to come to your home. But one thing lead the other and I ended up being lazy and frustrated and now am thinking whether I should have gone ahead with the plan, but then past is gone and done with. We all belong here right now. But then will drop in your home once more.

Be happy you were born, the day in which you came in to make our lives both sweet and miserable. Thinking straight and walking straight. Hope you never change for years to come, nor do you forget me - the girl who loved numbers and did not like anything which did not agree with me, be it accounts or math or life problems!

And I know people will wonder why I haven’t mentioned the name of kuttychathan, did not I tell you she hates being addressed in public. Though I don’t always abide by this wish of hers, it is her bday and that is when wishes come true. Don’t they? So wish big wish good, wish for anything and may you get everything.

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always.

I Still wonder!

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 04:51:00 +0000

“I wonder how?
I wonder why?
Yesterday you told me ‘bout a blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree
I’m turning my head up and down
I turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see
Is just another lemon tree”
-Fool’s garden-lemon tree

So I wonder how? I wonder still? How I wish things were just different? Or did I get it all wrong? Was it meant to be like this? That did I tend to be normally abnormal?

I tried to break free of my confines. I tried to fly free. I tried to look at the big black world. But alas did I still get it all wrong?

I soared high one time; I dropped deep low another time. Was it how it was all meant to be?

I feel so good, I feel so down, I feel so happy and still I feel sad. Is it how it should feel?

So I wonder how? I wonder still? How I wish things were just different? Or did I get it all wrong? Was it meant to be like this? That did I tend to be normally abnormal?

I get crazy, I shout at the top of my voice. I get mad, I sulk in a corner. Is it the normal way of life?

Ghosts of the past haunts me, ghosts of the future lingers in a corner. Is it the same for everyone?

I find it all exciting at one time, that I can take it no more. I find all to boring another time that I can’t vent up my frustration. So does it make me normal?

So I wonder how? I wonder still? How I wish things were just different? Or did I get it all wrong? Was it meant to be like this? That did I tend to be normally abnormal?
I laugh when I want to cry. I cry when I want to laugh. I see everyone through rose colored glasses. So I wonder if I am normal?

I see myself high in spirits. I see myself as a social outcast. I see myself heading high in people’s favorites list. Was it how life tends to be?

I bubble with confidence. I shrink away in fear. I search for the limelight, and I shrink away from embarrassment. Does it make any sense?

So I wonder how? I wonder still? How I wish things were just different? Or did I get it all wrong? Was it meant to be like this? That did I tend to be normally abnormal?

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always

Bliss!!!

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 17:04:00 +0000

‘Appa, I just can’t marry a complete stranger, this is ridiculous!!’ Adithi said with frustration to her father.
‘Adi…it isn’t as bad as you think it is, aren’t me and your mom happy? Aren’t your sisters happy?’ her father tried to persuade her, the youngest of his three daughters.
She just shook her head with exasperation and walked to her room.

Aravindh saw her in the little book shop she owned and decided she was the one. He walked to the counter.
‘May I help you sir?’ she asked smiling at him. ‘Oh yeah, you can definitely help me by marrying me!’ he said returning her one of his charming smiles.
‘Excuse me!!’ she glared back at him.
She wondered if he has cracked his head somewhere. He did not look like he had a loose nut. He was every inch of his 6 foot devastatingly attractive, that she could not take her eyes off him the minute he entered the shop. She was even more disgusted with herself for reacting in such a way. This was the last thing she needed in her life.
‘Oh sure, you are excused, so now will you marry me?’ he drawled.
‘Did you bang your head somewhere Mr..’
‘So silly of me, I did not introduce myself did I?’ He extended his hand and said ‘I’m Aravindh’
She stared at his long lean hand – Aravindh- he was Aravindh……recognition flooded her.
‘Ah…now you recognize me, great to meet you in person Adithi’ he gave her a lazy smile ‘Yet you haven’t replied to my question’ he smiled.
She stammered ‘Listen, you are mistaken…well….er….I have to work now…. I…’ He raised a hand to stop her. ‘Well you close the shop for Lunch, don’t you? We will meet in the coffee shop down the mall, and there you can give me your reply’
She simply stared back at him. ‘Meet you at 2 then, bye Adithi’
She tried to call him back and say no, but he was already walking out of the shop, out of her sight.

She glanced nervously around the coffee shop. ‘You don’t need to be nervous, I don’t bite young women, especially pretty ones like you!’ he chuckled.
Her face was turning pink, and she looked everywhere but at him. She did not know what she was doing down here, sitting before him in a coffee shop.
‘You are not much of a socializer, are you?’ He asked her.
‘Well…er…I..this is just so stupid!!’ she said with an exasperated sigh. ‘What is stupid?’ he gently questioned her.
‘Me…Here...You …sitting here, talking marriage…totally out of context!!’
‘Oh great, you are still considering my proposal!’ he smiled.
‘Listen, you completely don’t understand!!’
‘What part of the conversation don’t I understand?’
‘I am not the marrying type okay!!’
‘So who is the marrying type?’ he mocked her.
‘Well I want to expand my business, I want to be the largest book shop owner of the country, I have a lot to achieve’
‘So what has that got to do with marriage?’
‘Well with marriage comes family and responsibility, I want my book shop to be the first and last thing in my life’
‘Hmm….fair enough, but that doesn’t have to stop you from marrying me. I am not asking you to consider our marriage, the first and last thing in your life’
‘It has to be if I get married’
‘I would be happy if it is’
‘And, that is exactly what I don’t want to do’
At that time his phone buzzed. He answered it and returned back to her. ‘Listen Adithi, I understand your need to achieve and that is one thing which I liked about you. Your need to be independent and let me assure you that, there won’t be much change in it if we get married. I am simply asking you again to consider my proposal. I really have got to go now. I will keep in touch. Just promise me you will think about it.’
She was so mesmerized by his gaze looking at her intently and couldn’t say anything but murmur a ‘yes’

Read part 2 Here

To be continued blissfully…..

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always!

Tribute to Wriiter Sujatha

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 11:54:00 +0000

It has been a real long long time since I blogged....but this is one occasion which made me fight my laziness and write this blog.I was not keeping in touch with the news in tinsletown chennai, I had a seminar last Friday in my college where one of the speakers metioned about electronic voting machine which was introduced by LATE Sujatha......I was for a moment suprised! I did'nt react, that is when the news sunk in...that he passed away on wednesday in a private hospital.

I am a person who you will not catch reading anything that is written in tamil, mainly due to the fact my grasping power of tamil is very less as compared to english. but one exception to this is writer Sujatha's works. I usually read it from Ananda Vikatan, my favorites were usually 'Ganesh Vasanth', 'Srirangathu Devathaikal', and am a follower of 'Katrathum Petrathum'.Just the week before I was talking to my friend about calling speakers for our Youth Convention, that I spoke about him. It is such a sad news, which caught me unaware, and a great loss to the country.

About Writer Sujatha

He was born on May 3, 1935 and is the writer of over 100 novels, 200 short stories, essays stage plays, and popular articles and Q&A on science His real name is S. Rangarajan. As a well-known contemporary Tamil writer. Sujatha is considered among the foremost.

He is a well known columnist, most notably his "Kadaisi Pakkam" (last page) in Kanaiyazhi magazine, and "Katradhum... Petrathum..." (Learned and acquired...) In Anandha Vikatan magazine had a wide readership. He served for a short time as the editor of Kumudham magazine. He has also written stories, screenplays and dialogues for several Tamil movies. In addition, he has contributed to educational CD-ROMs.

He was the Chief of the team that designed the EVM or the Electronic Voting Machine during his tenure in Bharat Electronics as General Manager of R & D The machine is presently used in elections all over India.

Sujatha ( S.Rangarajan) was born in Triplicane, Chennai but spent his childhood in Srirangam near Tiruchirapalli under the care of his paternal grandmother owing to his father's frequent transfers in his government job. Rangarajan attended school in Srirangam Boys Highschool. He did his bachelors degree in physics in St.Joseph's College, Trichy where he was the classmate of President Abdul Kalam. Later on, he did his engineering in electronics at the Madras Institute of Technology. His writing interests were largely inspired by the short stories and serials published in popular Tamil magazines and literary magazines... "Sriranganthu Devathigal" (Angels of Srirangam) was a famous series based on life in that town the 50’s. His first short stories appeared in Kumudham. “Paalam" (bridge) published in Anandha Vikatan attracted reader’s attention.

After his Engineering degree he appeared in a competitive examination and joined the central government in Delhi.After 14 years in government service, he joined Bharat Electronics Bangalore.

In Bharat Electronics he rose to the post of general manager.After retirement he lives in Chennai ..

Sujatha received an award from the India's National Council for Science and Technology in 1993 for making science accessible to the public through popular media. He also received the VASWIK award for Electronic Voting Machine and Kalaimamani award from the Tamilnadu Government.

Sujatha is undoubtedly the most versatile Tamil writer – ranging from short stories, novels, plays, screenplays, movie dialogues, science essays and general non-fiction.. Sujatha has also pioneered science fiction stories in Tamil. He has the ability to explain science in very simple terms to the lay reader.

Sujatha brought freshness to Tamil writing on diverse topics. His interests include archeology, astrophysics, biotechnology, neuro sciences, ic music, ancient Tamil literature, sociology and many others.

He is an avid reader and uses his columns as a forum to point out good writers, and poets . He is also actively involved in several projects developing software for Tamil

His wife is a postgaduate in sociology Both his sons are in software .

The prolific writer suffered form renal disorder and died on Wednesday night at a private hospital. He is survived by his wife and two sons.

These are some other blogs which have paid their tribute to this prolific writer
nganesan.blogspot.com
Kirrukalgal

He also had close association with the film world. Ninaithale Inikkum (Balachander), Roja(Mani Ratnam), Indian (Shankar) and Nadodi Thendral (Bharathi Raja) were some of the movies in which he collaborated with great directors spanning several decades.
Later Sujatha became as a permanent script writer for Mani Rathnam and Shankar. Most of their films including Iruvar, Kannathil Muthamittal, Ayutha Azhuthu, Guru, Jeans, Muthalvan, Boys, Anniyan and the latest Blockbuster Shivaji were written by Sujatha only.

His latest ground works for Mani Rathnam's yet to be titled film, an Aishwarya-Abhishek starrer almost completed..He had mentioned that when he handed over the completed script for Robot (based on En Iniya Iyanthra and Meendum Jeano), he told Shankar that he had completed his work satisfactorily and that it will be his last film.

Sujatha's demise is an irreparable loss to the Tamil literary world. A prolific writer who covered everything under the sun ranging from social character to metaphysics, Sujatha was aware of all what transpired in the society, observed them, analysed them and always ensured these reflected in his writings. His sharp intellect made him "live" in his writings and he "lived" till his death.

I also wish to post the condolence message of Ulaganayagan Kamal Hassan, who was a close friend of Writer Sujatha

May his soul rest in peace, and ny deep felt condolences to his family.

A Place To Rest
God looked down on your body,
So tired from hanging on,
From a life that was overwhelming you,
And wanted back His son.
So he took away the air you breathe,
And gave you what was best,
A place to be at peace,
A final place to rest.

You may also visit his homepage Writer Sujatha

Driving people insane as always
Zanychild

Illusion

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 08:31:00 +0000

I stood stripped of all my barriers
I daren’t move anywhere
As I waited for my savior
You came from nowhere
And struck me like a lightning bolt
I was scared
Scared to react
Scared to reach
Scared that you will disappear
Just like a lightning streak
Blinding my eyes in a flash of a second
Turning me into a nervous wreck
I wish you had a heart to lend
You gave me a knowing smile
My heart crumbled to pieces
As I found you far by a mile
I shattered all my inhibitions
I reached out and reached you
You vanished into thin air
Pushing me back into my barriers
I searched frantically everywhere
Searching high and low for my savior
Only to find you gone back to nowhere…

Zany child
Driving people insane as always

Lost key lost love

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Mon, 19 Nov 2007 13:46:00 +0000

“You're the key to my life...
Rain on the rear view mirror
Covers the trace…….
Of all the tears that
I've had to waste…….
And now I'm missing you so
and I won't let you go away…..
Stain on the seats where people’s butt lay
and memories of you forever will stay…..”

Sang my little Roger, in middle of the citicentre parking lot….he wont even budge any side, coz I have lost his key, his key to life. Today wasn’t my day, nor was it his day…..

So what really happened, how did I end up in citicentre parking lot with a solitary singing Roger?

It was 8:30 in the morning, I had my Income tax exam in half an hour, and still I was at home. I went down took Roger, then I realized I did not have my Calc. I rushed up, searched everywhere in my messy room, I couldn’t find it, I took a new Calc. it did not work, then in a frantic moment I kicked my pillow, alas there lay my Calc. I grabbed it and rushed out, with amma’s words ringing in my ear that go carefully, drive slowly; you have plenty enough time to reach college.

I reached college at 8:55 rushed to my room, and exam was super short. I completed the paper in 1hour and 15 minutes. I couldn’t find my bag, I searched twice and then I found it on top of a heap of bags belonging to the class next to the next class. Then I came down and was roaming the campus waiting for my friends. Then we decided to lunch in citicentre. We reached their, and when I parked Roger, my slipper tore. So I initially thought, big deal, I shall walk barefoot in citicentre and opened my seat to drop in my slippers. That was when my friends said we will go in search of a cobbler and get the slipper fixed. There I left my key, I mean Roger’s key to life dangling from the seat lock.

So we found a cobbler, stitched the torn slipper. Reached citicentre and roamed and hogged at the place for an hour and half. Finally we decided to leave. I came down, searched my bag, key no where to be found. I asked the security there if he saw the key. He said no idea, get a mechanic and open the bike. It looked like Roger was frowning at my carelessness. We searched high and low, we couldn’t find the key. The bike next to Roger was missing, I said, maybe that guy when he took the bike, took my key also and right now Roger’s key would be hanging from his bike for dear life!!! We asked all the security personnel we came across. At last one of them asked me to go check in the office. We went down to the office, still no key. That is when I heard Roger singing. Then the parking manager called someone on the phone. He asked for Roger’s no. I told him, and he said somebody has the key, and is coming to give it to me.

We waited and the security guy with my key came, he asked Roger’s no. again, and asked for the parking ticket. Then he asked me my license and R/C book photocopy. I told him it is inside the bike. Then he gave me the key. I think I heard Roger’s yelp of joy in finding the key. Thank goodness I found the key, coz I had no clue where I kept the spare key at my home, and Roger is going to be really disappointed when he hears this. Then we went down the lane, took a photocopy, and gave it to the security guy. And all that started bad ended well, and still I can see Roger’s idiotic grin when I put his key back and gave him life……

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always

CORNY-CHEESY-POEM OF THE SEM!!!

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 10:35:00 +0000

Joy beyond boundaries
Shivering from my head to toe
I try to stay firm on ground
But I end up floating in cloud 9
‘Coz you are here
My knight in shining armor’
I traveled high and low
While you galloped round and round
I was blind till you came
I went wild as a cannon ball
‘Coz you are here
My knight in shining armor’
The deepest darkest feelings
Took an upsurge from the bottom of my heart
No way to control
No place to hide
‘Coz you are here
My knight in shining armor’
I can die right now
Just looking at you
But that is beyond my control
As I want to live eternally
‘Coz you are here
My knight in shining armor’
I am living my life in a trance
Half dreaming half living
Scared I will wake up from this dream
I pinch myself only to find
‘You are really here
My knight in shining armor’

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always

-The alteration must not result in expulsion of a member *

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 11:47:00 +0000

One fine day I will be free
I will fly across boundaries
Perch on the topmost branches
No power to tribunal
Oh…oh…that wasn’t the line
It was a line from CL class
I am getting crazy
Now where are we?
Yeah, on top most branches
Tallest buildings
I fly over vast expanse of sea
Build the nest with love
Collect twigs from far and low
And make it a little heaven
But…
That fine day never dawns
It is the day when
The cages are extinguished
There are no bars around me
I am allowed to be free
What do they call that stance?
Yeah, a stance of peace
FREEDOM…
The very thing I yearn for…

* no connections, a free way, a free style….

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always

I is You!! - The Lost and Found poem

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 08:49:00 +0000

In your heart's place
There is an empty space
For someone to come in and
Make themselves an inn
I look around me
And find the world around you
It felt dry and cold earlier
And now it seems all warm and cozy
Is it because of my love to you
Or your happiness in receiving me?
I wonder,
OH! how i wonder?
How it feels to fill
that empty space
And make it a better place
To leave a permanent trace
But why must i leave any trace?
When i forever want to be within you
And i know you wish the same too
Then, why my dear?
Such indifference
When i want to make a difference
And that's why i will stay right here
Till i find out the reason for your aversion
Coz the feeling of your love speaks otherwise
Together, we can make the world a better place
Together, we can walk hand in hand along the sea shore
together, we cam light our lives and glow in it
OH! my dear...
Do let me in
In that place of your heart, and
Make me the king of your heart
I love being in you and you in me
Stay...Don't go...Oh please don't leave...
You have no right to remove me from you now
Its too late, Coz you are rooted in me
Like a deep inflicted scar...
I will walk with you to the world's end
But, if you leave me and go in the end
A part of me goes with you
Your single flash of a smile at me
Has disrupted me completely
I try to get you out of my system
But you are rooted to it like a stem
Now you tell me,
How do i get you out of my mind?
Out of my soul?, Out of my body?
Each moment with you occupies every cell within me
I don't just love you...i feel you alive in me
How do i forget you?? by killing you??
Guess that's the only way...I've to die too
Get you out of my mortal existence
But what about the aura around my dead body?
Can you put and end to that too?
OOH! Don't do this to me...
Come back to me...
Put a stop to my insanity
Don't destroy my reason for living
Let me hold on to you like there is no tomorrow
Let us show to the world how good we are together
OH! Do come back to me....

-VidyAlice

Tr style

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 08:49:00 +0000

Nee kududa proxy
Athu thanda classy
Unna poga solvangada veliya
Nee poda pal theriya
Ye...dandanakka...dadakunaka.....
dandanakka...dadakunaka
Collegena ithuthanda
Matterna ingathanda
Pasanga ulla vara try pannuvanga
Ponnunga veliya poga kenjuvanga
Ye...dandanakka...dadakunaka.....
dandanakka...dadakunaka
Commercuna B.blocku
Ulla vantha nee shocku
Inga odunda pirranah
Unna kadicha nee diwalah
Ye...dandanakka...dadakunaka.....
dandanakka...dadakunaka
Nanga stella maris collegeilla
Pera ketta athirumilla
Veliya poi ketu paruda
Enga colleguna summava
Ye...dandanakka...dadakunaka.....
dandanakka...dadakunaka

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always

??????????

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Mon, 03 Sep 2007 08:16:00 +0000

An existence...
A chance to prove
A life to live
But do we live it properly?
Each moment is
A chance
An opportunity
We realize it late
And lose it to fate
We are material
To what is immaterial
And immaterial
To what is material
We lose out on
People, time and emotions
And try to gain
By nook or crook
Wealth, riches and possessions
But what did we bring to the World?
And what are we taking from it?
Nothing,
Absolutely nothing
But we leave behind
Arrogance, hatred and ruthlessness
Which could have been
Love, courage and happiness
We have made a new world
Out of corruption and destruction
A world filled with darkness
Where no way light can seep in
Is this what we want?
Is this why we exist?

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always

Learn to live...

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Sun, 02 Sep 2007 01:53:00 +0000

Merry-Go-Round
Round and round
Soon life comes around
Roller coaster
What a toaster
Life becomes scarier than a monster
Twist and turn
Twirl and tide
Makes us hide, From life's bad side
But very few abide
To this rule
Though it is too cool [:p]
It is like a cup of coffee
Bittersweet and tastes like Toffee
Once filled up to the brim
It can't hold no more
And there it remains grim
Waiting to be tasted
To be relished
Each and every sip...
And then comes along love
With its typical symbol of a dove
To deter us away from hate
Which spoils each one's fate
But we are ignorant
As we always are arrogant
Of what we want,
Of when we want,
Of why we want,
Out of life, Out of love
True, true but what do we do
Since we are crude and brood
Over our past, present and future
We live life our way
Demand things to stay
Breaking rules and wishes
Just so our lives are bliss
To shine and stand out
We easily lose ourselves without doubt
To only end up fumbling and stumbling
And come back to our dwelling
Material things, material possessions
Makes us run hither to thither
But we forget one thing
That all that matters is people
And the rest is immaterial
So live life in its true bloom sense
With some fun and common sense

VidyAlice**

The blue ones are written by me, black ones by alice

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Credits for ambigram: gigi (Lord Ripper the IInd)

Oh! I Don't Care...

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Fri, 31 Aug 2007 08:35:00 +0000

Ray of light
Shining far in the dark
Let me near it
And make a strong mark
You made me come up by an inch
And slide down by two
I don't care
And I don't care anymore
I do my best
And wait for rest
I have dreams
So true it seems
But, it came to me
And so out of reach
I don't try to breach
But it makes me weep
Life is unfair
Or so they say
But let me up
And let me see
But, Oh I don't care
And I don't care anymore
Ray of light
Here I come
I am not so far
That you seem less dark
Let me reach you
With all my dreams
Un-altered Un-shattered
I do my best
So I get the rest!

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always

The World is yours and yours alone

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 08:29:00 +0000

Here we go
On a whole new round
On the fresh ground
A new beginning
A new adventure
Gone is yesterday
Now is the day
For a fresh start
Leaving behind the past
Burying it deep down fast
Walls may tumble
Hearts may crumble
But nothing stops us
From seeking forward
Hope as bright as the sun
Never give up
Never lay low
The world is yours
And yours alone
You travel each round
Gain experience by a pound
Stormy seas
Rumbling Mountains
Never let it alter your dream
Dream within the dream
And relish it with cream
Coz the world is yours
And yours alone

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always

You wouldn’t go without me

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Mon, 20 Aug 2007 08:56:00 +0000

Why??
Why me??
Why us if all people??
Why do we have to lishen to her??
Who did we get laaful dames??
Why do we need to ansher attendance??

That was warming up notes of my laa clash, now for the real poetry flow scroll further down.

You wouldn’t go without me

I looked op at the moon
The white beauty
Transparent and glistening
The lone angel of the night sky
Guidance to the night walkers
Walkers like us
Cradling us in her presence
Making every inch of us feel light
Hand in hand
Step by step
We walk down the lane
Discussing memories, lives, people
Moon played cupid
And struck her pole star at my heart
I was blinded with joy
And turned to you starry eyed
The silence was abrupt
I shook my hand out of yours
I distanced myself from you
Like oil from water
I saw the gleam in your eyes
I missed your amused smile
I was still holding your gaze
When tiny droplets of water touched me
Bringing my senses back to reality
The rain came down harder
Just the time to discover
That I was in love…
You grabbed my hand and ran towards shelter
Panting we stood huddled together
Feeling your warm breath on my cheeks
Daring not to look up
I tried to get away from you
You held me tighter
Your breathing was uneven
It was ragged
You engulfed me even tighter
I struggled to breath
The thought of you near me was unsettling
I gathered myself and looked up
The only way to fight you
The wicked gleam was back in place
Your pupils darkened in desire
And I drowned myself into it
Just the time to discover
That I was in love
With you-death
Here you are
Taking me with you
Neither letting me live or die
Torturing my soul
Never letting it rest
Making it haunt you forever!

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always

Dolu-dudette-ya poem!

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Thu, 09 Aug 2007 13:14:00 +0000

Yo man….listen to us!!

Hey! What’s up, dude?
You look all dolu dolu
Final year dude!!
Its making me all dolu dolu
Oh yeah rite man
But call me dudette!
With old laaful dames ‘round
Our final yr totally rocks! :P
Yeah….dudette!
With our laa ma’am
With our HOD
With our ED ma’am
They totally make it worthwhile man!
What plans dudette? After college?
Teaching laaful dames English?
Hey yeah! That’s a good idea
Can try tat out coz, I don’t see myself doin any yem bee yaay!!
Me teachin guys n gals rap ‘n’ normal English! Cool, man!
That may be a gud idea man
But a lil birdie dropped a note
An yem bee yaay seat is reserved for ya
In one of the ai ai yem institutes
Isn’t that true dudette?
Huh, really??!! That’s even COOLER!!
Cud I ask the little birdie for more??!!
If you ask the lil birdie for more!!
It will give you only its droppings dudette!!
Game for it?
Naah!! Thanx a ton 4 lettin ,e kno, though
So wat will ya be upto, semi- costy?
Semi-costy might become full-costy
Work in a firm with gud looking guys…
Prospects seems bright :P
Ahaan! You smartass! Can I join ya?! :D
If ai ai yem doesn’t take ya!!
You can break through one of the offices
And you will be runaway dudette
Runaway from wat? Ai ai yem or aapphis?
Gad knows where me gonna end up man! :o
You will be runaway dudette from yem bee yaay
And become the dudette who followed her heart!
(lol….quite corny it sound though!)
And end up in a pile of rumble, tumble, stumble joy!!
Weee…thank ya!! Its always nice
To have cheesy/campy friends like ya!

Vidyalice*

* the bold lines are a creation of alice while the italize ones are mine ;)

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Credits for Ambigram: Gigi (Lord Ripper the IInd)

Nothing lasts forever!

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 01:55:00 +0000

Those few moments
In the few nights
In the few weeks
In the few months
Buried into her
Forgetting all senses
Feeling only ecstasy
Will never come back
Coz, she is gone
Gone, completely
To a world that cannot be reached
I sent her to that world
Far far away from me,
She will never bother me again
But
Why do I feel a sense of despair?
Why do I feel like wrenching my heart?
Why do I feel lost?
She stares back at me
With those eyes that always burned with fire
I look down to my blood stained knife
All went still
Something was heavy in my throat
I looked at the glass of wine
She gave me few hours back
Her lips were curved
As if smiling at me
I caught my throat
It seemed like someone was gagging me
I coughed I sputtered
Something warm gushed to my mouth
I spat it out
It was dark red
I was forgetting all my senses
Felling a sense of ecstasy
I slowly stumbled next to her
To the world I sent her!!

LaAs of Companeey!! #

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Wed, 25 Jul 2007 09:36:00 +0000

# the below is a piece of work ritten for pure fun and not to hurt anyone...these are results of ebdless boring sessions of company law classes in final yr of college!!

Compaeeny laa ees a veeary
Intrsteng subject, no….?
You will staaart claash anshering attendance
You willn leeaarn cashe laas by ASSbury!!
Where thaer ees aa confushun
About altra wires and intraa vyers
Oh! Isn’t eet the moost
Intrsteng subject, no…?
Then you can file a cashe in the koat
There is nou confushun about vyers
But only abouch the directars
Of the companeey!
Nou..nou…eet ees abouch
A chlash rep’s pooweers in caalege
Deed you understand?
Am I clear to aall of youu…
Listening to me?
Yesh or nou….
Follow me orr not…
If you don’t understand in claash
Youu cann get outch!
Youu cann do everytheeng on yar own
Doo articles, doo memoranduuum
The aasshes that we are,
Gawd will never forgive ush
But believe us lord, we can’t
Stop LAUGHING!!
I haad only honaastly accepth
Don’t tell me eet’s your aabit
You must reaalisee the seriousness
But LAUGHING is onlee naturaaal
And let mee summarisee it
Compaaneey’s act cannot be chainged
Poer me that aftar 20 yeears
I have to keep injecting you weeth injuction!
Are you steel listening…?
Of coursee….arent we learning
About injections, syrengie, medicines and band aids
In companeey laa….
So do we haav to listen….?
On checond thoughts…
Yesh we haav to listen
For our internals are comeeenn
So chwich aan your brains
To the companeey doing laaa!
Listen to ush….aal of youu
3A1 studensh……
Companeey laa clash is
Veeary impotanch to
Letch your creeativee brains
Run free……..!!
So lishen up everybody!
Is it cleeear everybody?
Thee yend!!

VidyAlice**

** the black lines were ritten by alice aka lilratty and the blue ones by me aka zanychild

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Credits for Ambigram: Gigi (Lord Ripper the IInd)

Driving people insane as always
Zanychild

Mortifying BlisS *

vidhinat@gmail.com (zanychild) — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 08:20:00 +0000

* WARNING: The writers are not responsible for any bizarre reactions or consequences....it is at the readers' own risk
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She ran down the hallway
Her heart was hammering in her chest
But her mind forced her to run, run and run
And she knew that was the only way out from the gun
She heard its trigger
'Swooosshhh' the bullet missed her by an inch
She bumped into him
They tumbled and fell down together
Rolling over each other, they dropped into a pit
Both now exchanged glances as if in a fit
Those steel gray ones met
The deep blue of hers
His face was impassive
And she seemed evasive
Trying to save herself from falling into the iris' depth
They heard the gun shots again
And staggered to their feet
Her feet wasn't steady
But he was ready
Ready to hold her
Ready to grab her
Ready to love her
She pulled herself out of his grasp
Only to be pulled into a firmer clasp
He turned her to face him
The sound was deafening
She didn't know
If it was her heart or the shot
She was lost, terribly lost in his eyes
Totally lost in him
As if he had engulfed her in full
Like fire to wood
She was trembling in his hold
He brought his face close
Covering her mouth with his
She shrieked in fear
She hadn't felt this way before
But he had not done more,
than place his lips on her
Oh! wish he could do more!
Her arms moved around his neck
His hold on her became stronger
He held to her possessively
He deepened the kiss
Leaving her nothing, but to respond
To his possessive urge
And before she knew ; she
floated away from him
Far far away into the ultimate darkness..........

- VidyAlice**

**I mean the above is a work of fiction by vidya and alice in company law class. the normal text is the work of me..thts vidya...the italized ones' are the work of Alice george john....she is lilratty in this blog

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