The night I saw Her..

When the night fell and the loomy darkness wrapping up  I drove my way to beach all alone.. It was the day where my mood swings were at their peak and i wanted a break.. parking the car in the usual space.. I sat at the bench far from anyone nearby and was fumbling my mobile discovering new apps which i had downloaded long before but havent opened since.. It was this breeze which made me turn towards her..  she was in a  pink and black dark skirt with a top which i dun remember what color or pattern t was.. her hair swaying to the tunes of the wind..she was crossing the road looking on both the sides and for a second, i swear, she glanced a look at me.. forgot where i was and the thought that it was so obvious she knew i was staring at her like an idiot.. and there she went.. jus like the girls who u rarely stop to stare but they give u a look of dun-look-at-me-pervert!.. she was in my mind for the next fifteen minutes or so and i was still sitting there dumbfounded, staring at the direction where she went.. when i got over the chill breeze and t went late, i decided to leave.. getting into the car, i turned to reverse.. jus when I turned back to the front, there she was.. crossing the road again.. more beautiful  glowing under the light from my headlamps.. came back to senses coz of the honking of  idiots at the back, i accelerated slowly front jus to see her getting into an alto.. OH god.. never felt that an alto could be so beautiful..

Remember the Tazos?

Last week while returning from office, I had this conversation with my friends in the car.. It went from the TV serials we have now which have been aired, since we were at school, to the amazing cartoon shows we watched when we were kids. As the talk shifted to collectibles which we had from the basic pencilbox show-offs, to the pencils which had shifting nib-points, we came across the infamous craze for Tazos during those days.It was the time when 'Lay's' stepped into India and they had this brilliant strategy of giving a Tazo with every bag of potato chips.and the strategy definitely worked.
 The Tazo's was the only true 'collectibles' we had during those days. These round UFO shaped discs beared some cartoon characters in them and some points which was how the tazos and their uniqueness were identified. The rarer the charachter the higher was the tazos worth. Basically the tazo's were meant to be played by having one perpendicular over the other and realeasing one from the other, which when released would fly in a parabolic manner. It also had some short building slots, which when connected can be built into shapes or structures. But none bought a tazo for the purpose of flinging it dumb or constructing weird towers.Tazos were valued more than money and I remember seeing people exchanging around twenty to fifty tazo's for a single rare one. Shops were targeted based on how many rare tazos kids got from them. Some even go for long drives just because his friend got a rare tazo from a shop which was fifteen kilometers away. There were many names for the Tazo's too.. maybe it depended upon region to region varying. the glow-in-the-dark ones were called radium tazo's and there were tazo's with a character similar to Felix the cat which was called as 'Birla' tazo's which was the rarest among all.. we kids those times used to look up at a guy who had more than five or seven of those tazo's with respect and awesomeness.. :)
  It went Viral throughout the Country that at a particular point schools started to ban the usage of tazo's.But out of a sudden the tazo craze went down suddenly to a level that the chips company stopped giving freebies with their bags.and that was the end of it.though many other products came out with similar stuff, nothing was able to even compare with the round plastic discs. ;)

mayakkam yenna

After a long time.. a movie which satisfied me from the beginning till the end.. a feel good movie which had all the ingredients of a modern Tamil film. people critisized the song " kadhal-yen-kadhal" for being so rude on girls with obscene lyrics but its a Tamil film which after a long time puts the heroine on the front seat. the first half focused on how a guy struggles with his passion and career,in the nasty world out there, even though he has a talent. the lead, watches his talent being stolen by a reputed guy and is so helpless having an emotional trauma on the other side. the second half, on the other hand, is completely upon richa. You really doubt that this is her debut. both the leads do a wonderful task when it comes to acting. amazing melange of expressions and actions on every frame.the picturisation of the songs were different but not so appealing. many criticise the screenplay to be lengthy which is quite true, but those gaps are filled by the emotions of the leads. even the supporting actors, do their roles amazingly well. suits the tag well.. "Follow your Heart".. on the whole a must watch.

The tcs story so far... :p

joined TCS a week ago and the initial days of the ILP was good.. a bit of fun and learning combined, along with a sense of being a professional indeed, changes the whole way of life, in which i was quite a few days back.. of course ive seen similar kind of corporate behavior in polaris where i was an intern for a month, but still, a feeling of having a company to be called as mine, and being a part of it is something special. that too, when your company is at the top, it feels to have got the best of all worlds. seems like they have enrolled me into the stream of mainframe, which i am quite happy with coz its a new language or stream to learn, which is totally new to me as it has not even been touched even in the last four years of engineering. people say, learning and teaching of mainframe based subjects are tough as not many people or companies around the world have a mainframe with them and offer services. at the same time, skilled mainframe programmers are also scarce to find upon.
          about the ilp, well.. its quite fun, with the group im in, coz even the guys from other college doesn seem to be so nerdy type.seems well be split into groups of six in the oncoming sessions, in order to do projects and other team based works on ilp. quite exciting actually.well.. people inside TCS say, ILP is the best part of our career. hope its true and the experience gets better.. 

SRV 2 - a day in the life of an SRVian

The day always starts with switching off random alarms.. not once, would you be waken by your alarm but your room-mates' .. not once you would switch off your own alarm but someone else's .. and above all, nobody knows why they keep alarms at all.. it happens to be a habit and nothing more..

 Taking the brush and greeting everyone at the sinks at the bathroom with foam in mouth, and unaware of spitting, asking him, "machi.. inniki yenna testu? " returning to the room for taking the buckets and mugs from under the cot, dragging it all the way to the bathrooms,jus to see that every door has a towel upon it.. its a gesture to say that its occupied.. worse is the feeling that you have, when you see an empty bathroom which has a bucket upon which you have the towel soap and everything, except for the fact, it remains untouched. not many would dare to keep those stuff out and get into the bathroom coz u would be disturbed by the biggest thump and loud bangings on the door you wouldve ever heard in your lifetime ( courtesy, the guy who has them or owns them has so called reserved the bathroom )..

  after all these things and dressing up with the same uniform you wore yesterday,( it was too much to wear a new uniform everyday..  in an all-boys-school who cares?!!).. and now its been so late for your morning test and while rushing to the class, there awaits a whole class preparing with their each and every students' unique technique of copying.. after the ordeal, is the wonderful sumptuous breakfast spread out in front( of course it was a sarcasm..).. 

  returning to the classes which probably boasts of wonderful staff, some of them even not knowing what they are teaching about.. i loved the first day when we had an attender coming into the class, explaining about the school class and all in pure Tamil.. and finally while leaving to all our amazement he said he was the english staff for our class ..( a few know that he was dismissed and chucked out later when he was drunk and while going on regular night rounds he shouted at some students inside the bathroom thinking that was shouting the students in the lobby).. 

 the day ends with the evening tests and some real quality time with your friends in hostel..the alarm of plates falling down, would indicate that its time for your lunch and unless its mushrooms on saturdays, you wont see the crowd rush towards the canteen.. returning back from dinner keeps you in some, one hour of study time,  where the people sit in their chairs and pads to daydream of something peacefully..and often they are signaled by a studious guy who sits outside the room facing the open space within the hostel, updating the current status of  the wardens and the floors they are in.. this followed by the rush for milk at night indicates that its time for bed.. the moonlit open space within the hostel is a place for discussing all those that had happened in the study-hour and bidding good night.. 

SRV 1 - the beginning

SRV Boys higher secondary school, rasipuram namakkal Dt. a school which has 90% of people from other places distant which makes it more of a residential school. Though renowned all over the state for state ranks and toppers, personally, when it came to the academics part, choosing SRV as highschool was the greatest blunder of my lifetime.. I would definitely got a lot more than what I actually got there if I had studied even in a normal school in Chennai ..that too my precious 11th and 12th grades were totally down.. But I got something which no chennai student wouldve got.. Experience.

    There were students from even the remote part of the state, the dialects, way they mingled, their views.. It was then I realised that there was a whole world out there.. It was in SRV i found that English teachers, teach English in Tamil.. Maths can be mugged and spit out in class, you talk utter nonsense irrelevant of the subject and they call you a teacher..I wont blame the whole faculty, but there were a very few teachers, who inspired me though.. but it was just me, as all the rest of them were doing great as well as their academics were concerned.. Coming from a CBSE background I had no idea about the Matriculation curriculum. It was only after staring at the First Physics test that I realised, they had one mark questions in Matric question papers!   

   Academics apart, the school was situated out in the remote part of a neighbouring village.. rasipuram. the scenery and infrastructure was amazing and not to be complained of. It was simply the best ( atleast of what i had seen till then). 25 acres of vast land with a majestic school building at the centre, surrounded by three hostels. a mess and a store were at the background.

 But everything was just an illusion for the parents who feel relieved and satisfied that their son is studying in a prestigious institution.. If not for the friends you make there, SRV was truly a hell.. demons disguised as wardens, a doctor who prescibes medicines for fever, without even touching you,.. maggi with white chutney on fridays,(well.. there was sauce but this was better).. the great rush for mushrooms on saturday night.. time-limit phone calls that didnt even let you say good bye to your mom and dad.. no usage of electrical equipments whatsoever.. no magazines or books of anykind unless it is your Text books.. 7am to 7pm work schedule with tests on morning and evening.. fighting and banging doors for bathrooms and toilets.. sunday morning bread that feels rock-hard.. and to top it all, a barber who knows knows nothing but to shave your head totally and practices his art of hair cutting,leaving your hair in patches,for which you have to wait in a long line..

  It would be a real long story to write so i thought of splitting it up into parts.. and yup.. its quite fun to think those days, rather than being there actually..

Down with Fever

Its been three days since my last post and I have numerous things thats going in my head to write about.. though i consider myself ( and which is quite true,) as to be a not-so-perfect in my posts on expressing what happens really in my mind, i really am working on it.. and out of the blue comes this fever where i cant concentrate on simply anything.. so strange what illness could do to you on a single day.. I can see myself losing weight and eating stuff though im not hungry.. and not to mention these pills.. Man.. The thought of Having Bread and milk itself makes you to so ill and worser.. anyways.. about the stuff that going on my mind.. i really ve to write something about my old school SRV It was the most important thing where i didnt learn any stuff except the concept of whats life is all about.. how to move with people an all.. and there must be a definite post on both of my vehicles which has done a lot to me more than jus getting me here and there.. They were a part of my life actually.. and ya lots more to come.. 

The Midnight Drive

Night drives are always special.. Especially when it rains and its past twelve and you are on quite a long drive.. It happened to me last night and added to all the stuff i said above, I was listening to Ilayaraja.. yup.. was feeling like this drive was some experience of your lifetime that happens when u least expect it.. Actually I had to drop one of my Dads office staff till perungudi, which is quite far from my place.. when my dad asked whether I could, I thought "man.. this is gonna be fun" but well, I wasn't expecting this kinda strong downpour though.. I drive a black Bolero and i felt this was the ride, kinda Built for situations like this..and this my chance to experiment a lot..I was driving on the opposite side of the wind most of the time and had to set my Wipers on the high mode.. The drive was a total gamble.. The drive was more of a prediction, than the actual drive you would have when the things ahead is clear.. I pitied for the two-wheelers and pedestrians especially as it would ve been real hell (how about having yourself drowned in a splash of puddle water every time a car crosses by? :p ) over the night.. I had my battery light flickering then and there on my dashboard, every time I unfortunately Forded my way at some places.. I dunno whether it was right or not but the overhead bridges are closed during night-time, forcing us to take the route below the bridge which would be having 'waterfalls' coming at equal intervals like the ones you see in Avatar (Technically, they come from the side drains you find over the bridges) and not to mention the fact that you eventually get stuck up at the mini rivers that arise on the sides.. as my way was via the IT corridor, Even in that kinda downpour, I could see some of the night-duty travels vehicles( which are usually the cabs software people use) rushing past (well.. ya they always do) but except those, the road was at my disposal totally.. Was having a great time, testing my ride's breaks, suspension and the maneuverability on the wet roads.. learnt quite some lessons too which i would elaborate Separately in my next post..
altogether I really enjoyed the drive except for one occasion, where I had a shudder was when the wiper refused to move.. the water was splashing the windshield making the road ahead into a total blur and kept on increasing with time.. i made a little stop on the side and tried kick-starting the wiper shake manually.. but in vain.. after crossing the toll gate, it got its senses back and came back to the waving motion back again.. Though It was a Two hours drive totally from start to stop but I never felt a bit tired or drowsy at 1 PM..maybe its coz of  ilayaraja or the rain outside which brought me back the happy rainy days of campus life, but the sound of the storm along with the chill breeze is a must-have experience for all..

letters to Juliet- Review

As a part of having nothing to do except yet-another-movie watching ordeal I have been having this days, I came across this movie.. having known only that it was of the romantic genre, I didnt expect much.. Maybe, a simple love story between two persons who would possibly have a break-up and the movie ends with them joining together, with a romantic song on the end which fades out to show the credits.But I was wrong.

  It was later I realized, Juliet here, is the infamous character of William Shakespeare from the city of Verona, which is still now perhaps the most soughted romantic destination in the world. The film has a slow but kind of great flow in the screenplay in the beginning, explaining about who the characters were.. Here is this place which is called as Juliet's home and couple from all over the world write in letters about the problems in their love life and stick them in the wall to which a few women (called as Juliet's secretaries) write replies. A going-to-be-engaged, Sophie finds an old letter from here and writes a reply, which turns out to be for a lady who now comes back with her grandson(who really doesn't like to be here)  in search of a lost love.. Sophie joins them both in their kind of a lil adventure in order to find the man, through which she falls for the grandson though she is engaged.. and ends with a happy ending. It was predictable but still well-said.. 

 I initially thought it was an girlish kinda film (which it was actually) and was quite reluctant to watch.. But it has somethings which anyone could enjoy as well. I specifically loved the part in the end in which Claire reads aloud the letter written by Sophie.

     "'what' and 'if' are just two words which seemed to be non threatening, as all words can be. But, when we put then together side by side, they have the power to haunt you, the rest of your lives. what if? "

 very haunting indeed. and so true too. We all would have thought about this every time something which happens not the way we expect, happens. On the whole, I really enjoyed the movie, for the way it was, the mood it created, and the simple but little thoughts it created within. A must watch.

Rain-Tea

Its raining and i'm  having a hot and soothing tea.. with thunders tearing the dark sky outside giving me a small game of guessing time between the light and sound.. our home inverter is providing us a Nominal current, how long nobody knows.. And im really glad to have the blogger app installed in my android.. It helps at times where I long to speak with someone but restricted by factors ..
  Its really hard that times like this come into our life where silence speaks a lot to yourself and the perfect environment for that to happen, is rain and current_cut.. Lots of thoughts, mostly friends.. Things that happened in college..the politics..  Canteen hangouts.. car rides.. And lots more.. A tv show ends by asking the guest, whom do you want to say sorry or thankyou.. I thought it was an utterly idiotic question.. But now I spin a list of names to both categories.. rainy nights are really special..

Beetlejuice

The wait for the internship is making me more like a log. and as i had been scrutinizing the list of comedy films over IMDB, i came over this interesting film of hiring a Bio-Exorcist ( person who helps the dead, from living!). though the film was in the 80's and i was not much into pretty old movies, i thought of giving a shot. after the Download,and a couple of scenes, i found it was quite interesting and caught me glued to the chair. it was quite a dark comedy about a couple who lose their most beloved home to another family, after their death, and tries to get back the home in the same way as it was. pretty nice comedy too.
  One thing which i noticed in the retro movies are that, everything is simple. its simple and quite straight forward unlike the movies today which dont waste time much in explaining every single detail, you ought to know.beetlejuice was simply awesome on the whole and especially the part where the living family, gets to be captivated by the ghosts and they dance to a tune which was indeed rocking! and i came to the conclusion that the retro movies arent boring after all.. *conditions apply ;)

OMR - Oh My God !

The road which was once the main access to the historical city mahabalipuram, which was later diminished by the arrival of ECR (East-coast road) where from people simply forgot its existence, and again came back as the main IT-Corridor of the metropolitan chennai, thus making its land rates soar to peaks.. OMR or Old mahabalipuram road as it is called now, was once a narrow road of jus two lanes which was jus dotted with a very few villages here and there.. the villages now boasts by housing the offices of major IT giants such as PayPal, Ebay, Polaris, infosys, Tcs, Hcl, and loads more..

           About a year back, driving was a pleasure in OMR because of the well laid roads and an awesome chance to go till 110Km/h and more in a vehicle but now, its a road where you ve to drive with atmost caution of all roads in chennai.. the parallel, lane-switching races of vehicles, starting from a mere tricycle to big enormous buses and trucks.. and not to mention the cows, dogs and other creatures which play hide and seek with you in the middle of the road. apart from this adds the case of vehicles stopping abruptly or parked on the side of the roads exactly at the places where you overtake someone. four lanes dont do justice to the wide range of vehicles which passes. its the road where you can see the grand-prix of the large containers and buses with, small cars and two wheelers running along like mouses and ants running through a wild elephant herd.
  And during the peak hours, youll pay for your sins. i dont remember any signal in chennai, where i had to wait for around fifteen minutes, switching off my engine other than the sholinganallur junction signal in OMR. Guarded as a fortress by all the toll booths around, you ve to pay a toll of 35 up and down too.i recently had a chance to drive through OMR in my car at 9 A.M. and experienced the feeling of "driving in peak-hours"perfectly. it was the clutch and breaks i used more than the accelerator. and for the whole stretch of 30kms i travelled it was like the dashing-cars you have in the amusement parks, except for the case you ve to drive straight.. a kind of drag-race. what makes it even more worse, is the presence of Police-Speed traps. At exact places where you think "Oh God! at last", and rest your leg in the accelerator, comes the police out of simply nowhere, keeping his hands wide and stopping you, without caring even if you are going at 98km/h, with an evil grin on his place. when he stops he comes near and says, "ÿenna sir? 50 dhaan sir limit..ninga 60la vandhinga.. " at that time, you dont have the chance to even think about being happy that he said the speed limit lesser than you were actually going or feeling sad that it was a traffic violation anyhow. and in that tension, you ve to pay the fine amount and get back on road, maintaining your speed at 50, only to see all the other vehicles crossing by honking at you and shouting "konjam speeda pona koranja poiduva? "
     yup the next time you drive in OMR, make sure you fasten your seat belts and get ready for the most terrible Oh-My-God experience you had in your lifetime of Driving.

stickers and dilemma

Personally i love cars a lot and jus like anybody else, would like my car to be a head turner.. the extra cladding such as side skirts and spoilers may cost a lot i prefer minimalistic things which make my car to be distinct..hence the stickers.. but if theres someone out there who have had their stickers done at chennai, they would ve experienced the whole problematic stuffs in the stickering business.. when it come to car modifications, even a kid in chennai would say G.P. Road and pudhupet. they are the places for all your car needs right from a car hub screw to spoilers etc. the way the brokers try to lure every car that slows down at gp road towards their respective shops would indeed make any car owner scary.. it ll be as if we are caught on somekind of bait.. this is not the case in the pudhupet which is two streets from GP road..
 anyways , having already experienced the robbing in GP road for my omni, i went taking my jeep towards the pudhupet. i was planning to rip off the stock stickers and change the stickers on my number plate..having in mind the work ll get done the same day, i enquired in a shop.. the boy over there told itll take time as there was no one to do the work and itll take a lot of time.. he told to come the next day.. unsatisfied, i went for the shop nearby.. the owner came, noted the measurements, and we had a great trouble parking the jeep among the bustling road.. and when we went there stating how much itll cost, the owner told tje same thing as the boy said.. fed up by this, i took the jeep back home planning to come sometime earlier.. that was all.. i got busy with household works and two days back i called the shop and enquired as when to come.. the owner told to come that time itself but when i asked the guy, as to whether parking would be free that time, he thought for a moment and then said, there has been a digging work that has taken place by the corporation authorities.. i was totally down.. then when i asked whther i could come the next day, he replied ok and aske dto come by nine AM itself.. when i was planning to go to this place, a person who drops groceries for us came saying he knows some place and well go the next day.. i asked him to confirm and say me.. he told ya well go.. and the next day when i called that guy, he didnt pick up.. guess my stickering ordeal will remain as a quest.. in a dilemma actually whether to do the job or not.. whatta life..

songs n Lang's

Lang's here doesn't mean a generalized term.. the Tamil people who dont know any language other than Tamil are whom im speaking about.. personally i was unaware of Hindi songs totally till i was in high school.. I did my high school in a residential school and got exposure to Hindi songs and English only by the students Oér there.. the debates and talks my friends have about movies, songs and other kinds of various languages and artists makes me promise that i ve to check ém all when i go home during holidays.. initially i was attracted to a song from different language only when i see the videos.. only then i can understand what the song is about.. love friendship everything.. i began liking the famous hits.. like the all time favorites  blue,back street boys, shakira et al.. even English was comfortable.. but Hindi songs were really hard getting attached to unless i see their videos.. slowly, as the words were being familiar, i was attracted by music.. even now i m still at that stage.. i cant understand the music but yet love the songs.. i guess this is the case for everyone.. not only a tamilian, to understand and enjoy songs from other languages..i felt this in many of A.R.Rahmans musicals.. the music speaks a lot.. either sad or extremely fast paced.. his songs convey a lot.. of course there ant be anyone who denies that lyrics aren't important.. they mean a lot too.. in fact the perfect enjoyment of songs are in their lyrics... not many would accept openly, but everybody has something in the inside.. just imagine, the last time you were sad coz of your work or relationship... you can feel , wish and love to hear some sad song from that famous album.. you feel like it has been written for you especially.. lyrics play an important role even in motivating people.. many songs have inspired many people especially when they are co-ordinated with a great visual by an actor.. M.G.R. the famous actor is respected and treated as god even now by many jus coz of his emotional , inspiring songs which are even played till now in loudspeakers during functions.. one cant see a rickshaw in chennai without a M.G.R. photo in it.. they treat him as a great idol and some are even so innocent that they believe he is still alive.. the only thing that has made him so respected for decades is his songs.. but this aspect i feel, is lacking when we hear songs from foreign languages.. unless we use sub-titles.. but unless it is ones language, even subtitles doesn do the job.. anyways... there are people who avoid songs from other languages jus coz they dont understand.. but the thing is it isn't an issue and the real fact is many people are missing those awesome music they could enjoy..  in fact singing can even help you learn a language.. check this.. http://scienceblogs.com/cognitivedaily/2008/06/does_music_help_us_learn_langu.php
so if you have a good friend whose mother tongue isnt same as yours or is from another state ask him what his favourite singles are.. hear them again and again and you can feel that you are addicted too..

Gym o mania

Forgot to say..joined a gym and Have been going for a week till today.. A unisex gym which has everyone either fat or well built.. I'm the only skinny guy oer der..Today a girl.walked by seeing me pulling the tube over the mirror in front.. The wåy she looked was like, what is this guy trying.. #Awkward.. trying daily all alone with very basic exercises..lets see whats this upto..strange..

when S*#T happened

yup.. all was good until i messed up with my account on my android phone.. strange blooger doesnt save our posts coz when i deleted all posts got deleted too.. in my holidays now and loads to update too.. so lets see how well this goes this time.. cheers..

Inner monk

For a long time ive been thinking of starting a personal blog at full time but couldn maintain as most of the bloggers out there.. having created and posted in more than five blogs so far.. ;) this ones pretty serious.. (ahem..ahem.. ) anyways.. lets see.. Ive planned for a completed day to day update.. but who knows what ll happen.. lets see.. and i love the page Ive created.. sat for a long time wondering what to keep for the name.. but  quite satisfied with this. planning to share this blog to all.. but who knows who ll be following in future? but i feel personally its gr8 to have your feelings registered.. quite amused the ways things change later.. lets see..