Sangam Speaks

ten reasons AGAIN!!!

2011-09-16T03:36:00.000-07:00

Most of my best friends complained that they missed college :D Even i miss college , I miss AU, the fountains , the canteening ,amazing seniors like shriya and HP .But seriously intern sem has its own benefits.So here is my latest contribution the the literary world(soon to be made into a feature film):

Another ten reasons blog:

10.Free facebook all day ;)

After crappy filters at AU and 10,000 FB proxy site ,At inter sem. you jus dont have to worry abt anything or anyone !!Sp pliss enjoy free FB and free Gtalk all day

so yeah!! status msgs like :

Im typing

Im reading

Boringggg( wit like 20000 gggggg's )

yay!! im in office :)

etc etc is only possible during intern sem.

9.AC appice

We dont have to fight with the last bench guys for a seat under the fan!

we dont have to pich vagee, pull or slap drum (esp. when shamily slaps him , it like watching rise of the planet of the apes all over AGAIN) :)

you wanna knw y ?? y?? y ? because
Its full day AC appice

8.Free kapi
Story time:

Oru oorule our pantry irundhu!! ange oru naal hot chocolate kuduthanga !!

appo korangu fasta vandhu pantrya odaichutu andha hot chocolatea veerma pudugitu poiduchu !!that pudungi korangu escaped into the forest to drink all the chocolate up !! indha spot le oru yetcha girapppeee(aka kalpuuu) vandhu andha pudungi oda chocloate pudungi thinuduchu!!

thaniya thina girappe ellarum kannu vechadu naale fever and vaandi diarrhoea vandhu sethuduchu

Moral of the story:

piccha eduthud perumalu adha pudungi thinnu cha hanumaaru !!

BTW free tea coffe and snacks :)

7. Dress

After school days we get to see guys in formals :P mostly .

After CP's wanna be suriya clothes and Parthi who is from an entirely different planet !!We are pleased to see guysdressed in fromals, who speak englipissss
6.No Cell phone rules !!

You can yap! yap! yap! all you want .noone's gonna fine your parents 10k or confiscate your precious phone or debaar you !!

5.No Tests

No tests , which means not biting, which means no quarrelling for marks which means less TENSION!!last but not the least no need to waste money on xerox !!

4.pay pay pay :D yay yay yay

Its true !!! some of us get paid :) for staying online mostly and making elobrate week end trip plans ;)

3. Enter the corporation !!

I knw !! bloody fools dnt knw the engliss ya !! we are all t corporates :D

2.Pain

Every day at DMS we battle boredom through various innovative ways!!

some of them, play cards, others gossip, some of them study, some of them wrk on maya , some of them make notes and most others spend the rest of their lives photocopying these notes :)

not to mention the one who organize campaigns and the ones who organize gate way !!

but apart frm this watever happens at DMS can be classified under the "extremely borin , so boring that even blogging abt it can kill you " category.

I was talking abt hours of sheer torture and pain called "lectures"

so yeah!! we dont have to endure painfully boring lectures anymore

1.More sleep better food

AC office, time time ku food !!

Oru manushanuku vera enna venum ??

vaanga paa nimadiya thoongalam ;)

SOUL CURRY

2009-08-30T10:59:00.000-07:00

Tis is my write up which came in the times of india on the 30th of august:
It’s my father’s birthday. He did not invent a new element, win the Booker prize, save people from a burning train or go to jail for a cause. My dad is just like me — casual, funny and normal, like most of us. When I was in the first or second standard, I used to think my father had given birth to me, till other enlightened minds at school helped me understand that fathers don’t give birth to babies and that “babies come from a mother’s stomach”. Dad got married when he was only 24. My mom is a Hindu and he belonged to an orthodox Christian family, but he never imposed his religion or beliefs on my mother or me. I got my first cycle when I was in the first standard. It was Dad’s gift when I stood first in my class. I learnt to follow my dreams from his example. He never tells anyone to do anything, he just sets an example for others to follow. When I was a kid, Dad used to go on official trips frequently. I always used to wait for him to come home and show him some stupid picture I drew or tell him how I fought with my friends. I always had a lot to tell. My dad never told me to work hard, he never told me to set any kind of future goal and work towards it or something similar straight out of a self-help book. He is a simple man who started his life with an old scooter, a degree in sociology, a young wife and big dreams. Dad taught me that the only person I can depend on in this whole wide world is ‘me’. This year, on his birthday, I haven’t got him any gift. but I sat and wondered about the gifts he’s given me all through my life. This birthday was not about cakes and greeting cards. For the first time I understood that Dad was growing old. But strangely, I’m not sad, instead I’m happy because I’m growing up. I’m happy because slowly I will have to take his place in the family and one fine day I’ll grow up to earn enough money to get my father a nice gift and pay bills. I’m also happy because I have dreams that are going to come true. And because I can share his responsibilities. I’m also happy because I know my dad has raised me to be strong .And because I can share his responsibilities. I’m also happy because I know my dad has raised me to be strong and independent. Dad, I love you. You are the strongest person I’ve ever seen. You are the best Dad in the entire world — this is what most kids say and most of them mean it. Thanks, Dad, for all the valuable lessons you have taught me.

THE BIRD

2009-06-10T06:23:00.000-07:00

This is a story from my fav. authors book:
Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colourful, marvellous feathers. In short, hes was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him.
She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.And she felt alone.And she thought: "I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."The bird who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want." However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds. If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realised that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come?" she asked Detah. "So that you can fly once more with him across the sky," Death replied. "If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again.

TEN BEST INSULTS OF THE YEAR

2009-05-29T05:40:00.000-07:00

You can love me ,you can hate me,but you just cant ignore me or my blog. I think the title says it all.all events described below are purely fictious.its not at all about me.these are things which i told my friends.but i dint want to hurt their feelings .and this is my blog not theirs .so im writing it as though these horrible things were told to me by ppl.so read on:

#10"I've never seen you wit a book.when do you study?how did you pass your boards???you never used a note book this sem. why are your parents wasting money sendind you to college???????"

Susan had to remind me about my acedemic excellence on D70 the other day

@susan

"Po di chips,peter gal,You think you invented uranium or topped the state in+2???????You try talking like that about my super-duper detective brain again nd im throwing you out of the bus.btw i run faster than you and i dont have pimples.Plz stop noticing me and wat i do.try listening to the lectures for a change"

#9"Did you close your eyes and pick that dress out of your cupboard?you have mixed two things which dont match.Plz dont wear such clothes and come out in public"

My college senior had make this comment ,one morning . plz note that both of us were late that day ,but still she had so say something like that..

@all the ppl who comment about my dressing

"i dont care and i dont intend to change"

#8"you got 89%in +2 ,thats like 60%in CBSE,that too from D.A.V"

Sid is arrogant and obnoxious.Anyone needs more proof????????????

@sid

"ppl plz dont forget that teary speech which sid made during farewell nd sid also told me he tried to potty train his birds since he was unable to find a cage wit an attached toilet .sid loves birds cos he is bird brained.sorry sid had to go public on the entire potty training thing;)"

#7"i was suffering from food poisoining for two days after i ate your cake"

muthu's feedback on my mothers day cake.

@muthu

"im your best firend re.i know how much you secretly admire me nd all.but plz plz plz msg me your feed back next time instead of announcing it in front of our gang.you know how sagar hates it when ppl talk like that to his sisiter ella.so plz dont hurt sagar's feeling re"

#6"i want you to write two pages of ahnd writing every day"

Im the first student in the history of D.A.V to have practicsed handwriting six months b4 my boards.so i made my cousin who is weak in hindi write two pages each day and showed it to ma'am and got appreciated.btw 95% in hindi paper two.

#5"swathi you are an exception so plz shut up"

english/journo class amithash or adithya mention this atleast once on the days they are present.

@amitash and adithya

"NO i cant .i have all the right to say watever i want ."

#4"pichakarri"

sindhuja is a fifth std kid and this is how she address me.thats why on parents teachers meeting i told her granny about her and made her apologise to me in front of the entire school.

@sindhuja

"chinna ponnu ,po po polaichu po"

#3"nee yen ponna nu sandhegama irruku"

my mom says this atleast twice each day

@mom

"yennakum adhe sandhegam than.ma plz dont tell me im adopted.plz plz plz 'cos thats wat susan and adhi say"

#2"you bull shit,i bull shit come lets bull shit together"

i told this to the sangam on the first day of college

@myself

"edhuku peru than sonda selavale suniyam vaikarathu,saniyana thooki baniyan le podarathu ect ect.'

#1_____________________________________________________

this place is specially reserverd to all my readers.i know wat is going to happen in the comments page

WOMEN'S ERA(which era are you talking about exactly?????)

2009-05-01T01:55:00.000-07:00

The most crappiest piece of writing on the planet was not done by me.I'm glad.At last I've found some solace.This post in entirely dedicated to damaging women's era,so if you are a subscriber ,plz consider your self extinct 'cos dodo's are .I would like women's era if
#10
i were married to super man
#9
i enjoyed stories about"who slept wit whom "and "who eloped with whom"
#8
I'm not smarter than a fifth grader
#7
i were the kind of person who wrote letters to a magazine stating"
I'm a 26-year old married woman from pune.My husband is a kind and affectionate man .But yesterday i came to know from my maid servant that he slept wit my sister who is a drug-addict.I also found out that my brother in law is gay . My mother in law tortures me and wants more dowry.My dad just lost his job and my only son is dyslexic.Wat should i do?plz help me??????should i divorce my husband and burn my mom-in- law alive or should i put up wit her?i think my sister steals money from my purse and my brother in law is planning to elope wit the driver..
-anonymous"
#6
i use the glossy sheets to make paper boats
#5
try out new recipes which are used as pesticides in Congo
#4
i were my neighbour ,who cant read English
#3
i was looking out for hospitals which specialise cosmetic surgery
#2
some one promised me that they would give me 100% attendance in all my classes for the next four years
#1
not "me"

Woman's Era proudly announces that it is the largest selling women's fortnightly magazine in ENGLISH in India.I love India Today woman.Most of these magazines like "women's era" don't empower women it thrives on male chauvinism.Like bra-burning (second wave feminism) Indian women should burn women's era .Women's era can be called "the toilet paper of women's magazines".it is nauseating..

DEAR Mr.DESPERATE

2009-04-18T06:37:00.000-07:00

From,
Ms.Single Woman,
Most parts of the world
18th,April 2009
To,
the desperate loser,
"life sucks"land
Respected sir,
Sub: even an mentally retarded orangutan will not be interested in dating you.
"I'm single "definitely doesn't mean I'm ready to mingle.i know you find me cute just the way you found my best friend/my maid servant / female chimp in the zoo cute,actually i don't care.mushy SM S's don't make me think you are understanding.it makes me feel you are jobless nd stupid.please don't call up at ten in the night nd tell me you were thinking about me,b'cos at this rate if there is one person in this whole wide you need to think of that should be yourself.
What makes you think i care about your how your ex girl friend dumped you? I'm really happy for her that she did.Attending your call or replying to your MSG doesn't really mean ,you are the only thing i keep thinking of.I'm being polite.I hate it when you give me gifts or pay for me.Its just not comfortable .If you cant be my friend at least stop being a pain in the wrong place.
I know it living life alone is horrible,but b4 you try to impress a girl nd bring her into your life please start feeling comfortable about who you are.I cant love anyone who thinks he loves me more than I do.i need someone real who is sensible nd understands.some one who is warm not not some wannabe who tries to be hot when he is not.
Some one independent ,who is free from scars of the past nd insecurities of the future.i don't need a problem solving/comfort providing machine .i can handle my life better than any other person can,if i need advice ill ask.
So please stop hitting on me .It good for both of us.
Thanking you,
Single woman
P.S:all the best

FASHION CRIMINAL

2009-04-04T07:52:00.000-07:00

This is the article I wrote for journalism assignment. I thought I could post it.btw all the tips mentioned below was given by my friends whom I think have a god sense of style.Im a fashion criminal.the inputs for the gal’s section was given by samyuktha nad reshma(fashionistas) and for the guys part sid helped me out thanks sam ,sid and reshma.

Hello,
This is RPDU, and I will be your fashion guru for the next three weeks. before I share valuable details regarding the most pocket friendly places in the city I will first give you a crash course on "identifying clothes" .
Well all of us wear fabrics ,we consider clothes but are we doing justice to our personality?.If you are one of those hypocrites who think clothes have nothing to do wit the kind of person .please takes my advice and slap your self. Then go do some research on the net.The first impression a stranger forms about you is formed within the first three seconds of your encounter. Now imagine if you are going to meet your future journalism lecturer/spouse/next president/mother-in -law somewhere. and you are shabbily dressed.? Now if you. Really want to look good and make that impression rite then read on.
Here I will be giving guys and gals some gr8 tips so tat you can dress to impress
HAIR CARE:
gals:try new hairstyles which suit you face. You can color you hair or streak it. But understand that red/blue streaks .don’t make you look cool. They make you look like a page from a two year olds drawing book instead. Most fancy hair styles and process like coloring straightening need high maintenance. .so if you can’t spend time wit your manes just go in of a normal straight cut or layer cut. Don’t forget to condition your hair. a good diet is needed for long flowing mane .to watch wat you eat.
Guys:well you can try spikes ,coloring or even grow your hair. The close cropped military cult make us wonder whether the stylist used a lawn mover Instead of a trimmer.btw it dosent make you look like khaka-khaka surya.
clothes:
gals:"dress code in our college so we cant dress properly"is not an excuse. Innovation is your mantra. You can convert your mom's old saris to hep kurtis.go green and use cotton fabrics as much as possible.cootn clothes make you look dignified and professional.play wit colours this season.you can spice up your normal old kurtas wit harem pants.play wit colours.you can use shades of red.greem orange,blues ect .they make your clothes more vibreant.use stole's instead of your long flowing dupattas which resemble bed sheets.bling is uncool. For college its simple and trendy that stands out .don’t wear tight fitting, figure hugging clothes. Similarly don’t go in for clothes that are not your size.mix and match is the ony other option if you cant buy one new dress a week.
guys:you can go in for checked shirts go well wit lightly faded jeans. Boot cuts are old now. But for college normal pants wit shirts look good .don’t get inspired by kangaroos and wear pants and shirts wit too many pockets. Sadly you end up looking like one in clothes wit too many pockets.try pink if you want a metro sexual look .select your shirts based on your skin colour .your belt should not resemble the one awarded to wwe champions. Choose something chic.
foot wear:
gals:
you are not Cinderella and college is not a ball room. So avoid high heels..College is not your living room so avoid flip flops and chappals .go in for sandals and slip-ons.make sure you foot wear is comfortable. Slippers wit stone works are surely going to go unnoticed.Guys:no white coloured shoes plzzzzzzzz.they are custom made for M.G.R.CHAPPLS ARE ALLOWED ONLY IF you HAVE PAINTED YOUR TOES NALIS PINK.ACCESSIORES:GALS;YOU CAN BUY JUTE EARINGS AND ACCESSORIES..THEY ARE TRENDY AND CHIC. Avoid heavy gold jewelry to college. Jute is an healthy alternative. Don’t go in for glittery stuff and tooo much plastic.pink nail polish is boring.try new colors like green blue ect.jute bags are cool.
In the next article I will divulge vital information on where to find clothes and accessories in the city .so keep reading and keep shopping

Ten ways to spend a boring lecture hour

2009-03-24T22:13:00.000-07:00

you hate that subject.Sitting through an hour of lecture is going to be a pain.well you could have bunked but its too late to escape now. here are some suggestions to spend a boring lecture hour happily.BTW applicable for last benchers like me .If you are a first bencher then you wont be rerading my blog ,you will be busy googling something stupid like effects of recession on the economy or thinking about story ideas for the journL
10.play tic-tac -toe/word building wit the person sitting next to you
9.make sure the lecturer catches you yawning and observe the reaction on his/her face(depends on the lecturer ,if he/she is strict then you must be brave enough to face the consequences)
8.write "sri rama jayam" 108 times and start praying that you pass this paper
7.write a poem
6.go to sleep and dream
5.feel sad for the person sitting next to you who is making notes Nd studying and cry bitterly
4.send telepathic signals to your best friend sitting in next class or look out of the window and hope you spot an UFO or alien
(beware at times its difficult to differentiate between the ones sitting next to you from the ones from outer space,but you can master this skill wit a little bit of practice)
3.pretend you are suffering from a stomach ache/head ache/brain tumor/blood cancer .Pretend you are possessed by your grand uncles ghost.
2.make a list of all the mistakes you commit ed in your life and mail the copy to your mom/dad.girl friend/boy friend/pet dog.
1.decide to listen to the class for a change and then change your decision

2009-02-17T08:24:00.000-08:00

BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS

2009-02-14T07:26:00.001-08:00

This is something I always wanted to do for my friends. This a peek into wat my friends are good at doing and wat makes them special. Now if each of my friend wrote a book wat would it be called??Read on to find out.btw I ve made a list of all my friends who frequent my blog. So if your name is not in this post plz ask me about your book name when I meet you:
YAMS:
1. Stocks, Market and Coffee, Rs 290 +taxes
2. Diaries of a teenager Rs 450 (all characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblances to people or places is coincidental)
3. Swathi the gr8/genius: a biography Rs 999 only
4. How to generate stress??????? Rs.340only
5. Clean your room in a day Rs.200 only
6. Romantic poems(not for sale)

Choo-choo:
1. God is gr8
2. God is gr8-2
3. Funny answers to irritate people
4. Guide to better English (spellings, pronunciation also includes a CD wit choo-choo’s peter)
5. Im a peter, you can b one too
6. How to create a computer virus (not for sale)
7. SWathi Paul: my inspiration in life
Pree:
1. Hair ,make-up and mascara
2. How to live on high heels
3. Child psychology (not for sale ,cos its about her behavior)
4. Recipies that kill (personal experience)
5. The frog and the pond (remember the news paper)
6. Nehru dynasty: myth and reality (no one knows the Nehru’s better than pree)
7. Pretty Paul: the most graceful person alive
Sam:
1. Gr8 things come in small packages
2. Jive and salsa: dancing alone
3 .scott and scrabby tales
4.maapu vacchitanya appu(our true stories)

Kalps:
1.show off( the vetti scene guide)
2. brushing the brush(hair care guide)
3. aayya and paaya

4.EEEEEEEEEEEEEE-man
SHRIYA:
1.tribal dressing made simple
2.wat not to wear and how to flaunt it
3.disecting your boy friend(relationship advice)
4.soul curry(cook book)

HARI PRIYA:
1.top your class in two weeks(i have a copy)
2.kolam
3.boring things made intresting(includes how to stay awake in class,take notes,work in anna fm ect ect)
4.good girls dictionary(happens ,i have such friends)
LANCELOT:
1.world's most dangerous man
2.learn spanish in 7 days
3.taureans are gr8(its about me)
4.liar to lawyer(the transition was not easy)
5.SWATHI PAUL:the best blogger alive
6.tickle me to death
KARTHIK:
1.gone in 69 seconds(one-sided love stories)
2.how not to narrate a story(incl. the lorror story blog)
SENIOR KARTHIK:
1.super singer(includes a CD of his songs )
2.initiating people to blogging
3.seven easy steps to a happy living
4.autobiography of a blogger
5.SWATHI PAUL:the best junior in the world
JUSTIN :
1.photos that tell tales
2.I'm a taurean ,just like swathi
3.friends,B'days and hostel life
4.how to keep quite when people irritate you( i think you are really tolerant Nd patient)
5.NITT:an insiders story

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

My Life

2009-02-04T08:21:00.000-08:00

Every day is a new beginnning.cliche i unerstand,but these days im finding it difficult to express my self.this is how most of my days are spent.it is a list of my moods and a record of my stupidity.

"i don't want to go to college "day:

usually a monday/assessment /presentation day.also when any one of my friends don't come i haet going to college.on these days my gran will have to force me out of the bed.i wear crushed clothes and broken clutches.these are the days i snap back at ppl and head straight to the canteen for coffee after the first hour.

"i love myself" day:

usually a Tuesday .the non controversial days wit no electronic hour.I'm neatly dressed and wear my fav. banana clip.I'm my usual "clowny"self.givin ppl valuable advice.plus i cant keep my mouth shut at class and amitash/adithya/vijay trying to make me sound like a fool.these are the days i sit and post something on my blog.i wont orkut.and these are the days ppl tell me i look good and shoul dress like this daily.

"Wat have i done wit my life??????????" day:

horrible days when i feel like a loser and hate myself for something i did/had done.i will try my best to sound happy.But pree and choo find out and ask me"WATS wrong wit you?????why are you not talking???????"on these days i sign in to msgr .thees are the days ill reply even to forwards.ill call up yams and talk to her.ill try to start a nice converasation wit my mom about her view on the sri lankan issiue or something vague like how jehangir died ect.ill convince myself that every thing is fine and fall asleep.

"love my friends/family "day:

these are the days i plan and do something special for my friends/family.the most dangerous day for others cos try new dishes in the kitchen and force it down my bro's throat.plus these are the days i talk sense,when choo remarks"never knew you could talk so much sense". i love these days.these are the days i get a good nights sleep.wish every day was like this.and it was one such day i helped pree on nehru dynasty.

"i want to do something gr8/mega/fantastic" Day:

well i will start off perfectly well wit me making gr8 plans about various things like

1. go to anna FM(i can c the entire sangam giggling)

2.internship

3.change my college

4.top the class in the next test(at least in the next sem.)

5.stop canteening

6.protect all the orphan kids

it usually some impractical stupid plan ,which I'm sure is never going to work.but still i wont stop planning .ill partner wit anyone of my friends in the sangam,usually its gullible little(literally) sam.we discuss about it so much but finally the next day we forget the mega plan and sit and yap in the canteen.This habbit of mine irritates choo .choo gives this"omg!!!!!!!she never learns" expression .And thinks to herself this is the best way ot waste time.i can read you thoughts choo.

"i will talk sense" day:

the days when i get appreciated for being sensible.happens rarely don't worry.
"i need a better tomorrow" day
actually every day ends wit me hoping for a better tomorrow both for me and the world around me.

Saint Or Sinner

2009-01-07T20:58:00.000-08:00

This week was gr8.Actually i got to meet a lot of new people. Both inside and outside college.i made lots of new friends and adopted a naai kutti(puppy)in my college as my niece,she is called coffee.she is the brand ambassador for the peters gang.

Well i got an sms MSG this week which literally changed the way i looked at myself and the ppl around me.it said"every saint has a past and every sinner a future"

Sinners are important to the world just like the saints are.

A saint cannot exist with out a sinner. its only b'cos of these ppl the saints get respect.Wat would a saint do in a world devoid of evil. so according to me the sinners are the ones who employ the saints.they give saints an opportunity to prove their saintly virtues.saints cannot exist without sinners.

coming to the point.At times all of us in our life would have regretted something we did.It might be a trivial issue or something gr8.but guilt is a horrible feeling.It makes you feel like a sinner.And except for ppl who live in a lunatic asylum most ppl would tell you its not good to be a sin.Sin synonymous with hell.
Talking about hell i always picture hell as this place where humans are chopped into small pieces and marinated in shakti masala then fried in goldwinner sunflower oil.So hell resembles more like a fast food joint to me .

but that is not hell.It is a popular misconception spread by some insane sinner.Hell is something we create ourselves. its something inside us.Its this feeling when you are not comfortable living inside your own body.That's Wat makes guilt the most horrible of all bad feelings.It eats you away slowly.even if you are not marinated in shkti masala and deep fried in gold winner oil.Nothing about you remains after somethime.that's when you feel this void inside yourself.Most sinners have this void.They are hollow.

Its different for saints.Its beauty and happiness they sow.they never feel lost or lonely .I remember something that my guru paulo coehlo once said:

"In his or her life, each person can take one of two attitudes: to build or to plant. Builders may take years over their tasks, but one day they will finish what they are doing. Then they will stop, hemmed in by their own walls. Life becomes meaningless once the building is finished. Those who plant suffer the storms and the seasons and rarely rest. Unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. And by its constant demands on the gardener’s attention, it makes the gardener’s life a great adventure.”

-coelho ,Brida

It OK to be a sinner.But its always gr8 to be a saint.

My Corner Of The World

2008-12-29T07:48:00.000-08:00

I’m a woman. At least that’s what the people in this corner of the globe call creatures created like me. I’m a child bearing machine .Education is not for lesser known beings like me. Men are Beings I help create, nurture and protect. Those beings who make my life miserable. It is the same blood and flesh. But the difference is hidden somewhere beneath the skin. Someplace called the society, which narrows down to you and me ,at some point. Something called humanity, which is just a fantasy in my corner of the globe. I call it my corner of the globe.
I’m clothed from head to toe. I’ve never been to school. I’m a commodity that gets sold to a sack of flesh and bones, with out a heart. I don’t have a choice. My life is not under my control. Its manipulated my millions of invisible doctrines and baseless beliefs .In my part of the world one women dies every 27 minutes due to complications during pregnancy. The reasons are quite simple:
In my corner of the globe women are not allowed access to education. And men don’t allow women to visit male doctors.(how do people handle this situation here, women are not allowed education. that means they cant study to become doctors. And they are not allowed to visit male doctors)This means pregnancies are handled by incompetent mid wives. This is the reason that for every 100,000 births 6500 young mothers die, each year. Young means most of these girls are below 16 years of age.
Women are incomplete with out men in their lives,atleast thats wat ppl belive in ,in my corner of the globe.65% of widows in my corner of the world resort to suicide .This is a peek into my corner of the world after the Taliban left it:
“Kandhar schoools empty after acid attack on girls”
“This year, the rate of violence against women in Kunduz, especially rape of small girls has increased by two times compared to last year. Expressing concern over this situation”
“,Afghan education authorities say they are facing a difficult task of convincing parents to send their daughters to school as attacks on female students have increased in recent months. Three girls sustained severe burns in the southern town of Kandahar earlier in the week when unknown men sprayed acid on up to 15 girls”
"more than 80% of afghans face mental health problems"
“More than 80% Afghans are faced by due to long war and economic depravity, where as child stress has increased by 30%, compared to the past”

“ “As Afghanistan's most senior and most famous female police officer, based in the country's ultra-conservative south, Lieut.-Col. Malalai Kakar knew she was a marked woman. On Sunday, two days after taking part in a Canadian event to mark the end of Islam's holiest month, insurgents grimly confirmed her fears, shooting Kakar dead as she left her house”
There is no law to check crimes againt women in my corner of the world.Since it ia a corner I cant run or hide.Im just waiting.Waiting in darkness.against time,with hope.Hope for a better tomorrow for my daughters.
K this is what I would have felt if I lived in Afghanistan. Women are the same all over r the globe, whether in a corner or at the centre. This is my reaction towards an article I read a few days back in the news paper about girls at schools in afghan being attacked .

Movies nd me

2008-12-25T06:28:00.000-08:00

OK ,Me watching movies is a little rare. I cant sit in a dark theatre for three hours and watch some larger than life-joker dance/fight/romance around. But I do have some peculiar habits while watching a movie:
#1.The ABIRAMI INCIDENT
We were a gang of ten girls from school fondly called the last bench gang, for all bad reasons(“last bench “itself says it all).So after our boards we went for this movie called YAAR ADI NEE MOHINi. Starring ollikucchi odumukaran dhanush, constipated gorilla nayanthara(Is she seriously incapable of acting or is there some problem with her facial muscles???)and america mapilai karthik(he acts well.Thats the only reason why he is not seen much in movies,.Its koli-wood ppl.)with this kind of a star cast where the hero looks like the heroines adopted son. There was not much scope for entertainment.
So we went to the theatre well equipped with whistles. And when ever karthik came on screen we whistled our lungs out.Plus comments like “I love karthik””hey naan unne kalyanam pannikaren nayan veenam(I will marrry you chuck nayanthara)”ect. Was our speciality. After the interval a security fraud walked up to us. Neatly demanded all our whistles and took them away. I dint part with my whistle. The last benchers were suppressed by a male chauvinistic society. But we will raise again.
#2POPCORN FIGHT
When ever I go for movies with my parents my brother sits next to me. Our fight is more interesting than the hero villan adi thadi. The last time we had a mega fight inside the theater was during subramaniapuram. My bro emptied an entire packet of popcorn on me. He got royally screwed ,for his behavior by my parents and I had fun watching him getting scolded.
#3CRYBABY
The last movie I cried was LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE when I watched it for the 5th time on T.V.I don’t know, I remembered prarthasarathy thatha ,he died when I was in sixth std.
I remember one of my friends tell me that she cried when Anderson(The american cop in vetaiyadu vilayadu) died in vetaiadu vilayadu. I can quote a guy from my class saying ”CHE naan king kong padam pathu aluthen da.Paavam anda korangu(I cried while watching king knog ya.poor monkey)”Plus its really weird but I cry at the ending of all happy ending romantic movies (If the movie is good)anandha kaneer(Tears of joy I guess).Even though I don’t believe in the concept of happily ever after.
#4first bench/last bench syndrome
This is really irritating. Try to Picture this situation:
Crowed movie theatre/you own couch along with friends. You are really thrilled to watch this movie which others say is great. But lets say friend of yours has already watched this movie. He/she irritates you by giving away crucial details of the plot. Bugs you with “I KNOW WHT HAPPENS NEXT”. This is like an last bencher learning something and trying to prove amongst his co-last benchers that he is really smart. I call it the last bench syndrome. The entire soul of the movie is lost in his/ her half bakesd translation.
Well another type is what I prefer terming the ” first benchers syndrome”. Just like the first benchers who come up with totally unrelated doubts which the lecturer cant answer these peopl wont just stop asking questions.
They don’t understand the movie. They don’t understand the characters .the bug you with “who is he””who killed whom””what did he just say?”you lose interest in the movie soon after answering 25 questions per second.
#5 PARALLEL CINEMA
OK I’m not talking about art films/documentaries here. It happens in Chennai theaters. You sit to get away from all pressures of the outside world to immerse your soul in some baseless story.Thats when the lover birds come in.
Usually a totally clueless giggly girl usually with a boy friend who gives this “I Know what I want from my life “expression on his face. With his bile key in one hand he walks as if he owns the theatre..The perform some romance scenes from the film live in front of your eyes. Usually the damsel is on her mans shoulders trying to read the meaning of her life in his eyes.This helps esp. if the movie is bad. The parallel cinema going on right next to your seat is helpful to wile time. But the contents are meant only for an audience above 18.sadly there is no censor board for parallel cinema.
#6AN ODE TO INSANITy:
Well If your life resembled a cinema this is how it would be:
.You are a son of a widow merit student.NOW heroine entry. She gets wet in the rain wearing the clothes her parents bought for her when she was seven. She is usually fair .always with beautiful hair and looks good from all angles. She falls madly in love with, even though you look like a karapanpoochi(cockroach).her father is also an industrialist. Now probably the only sensible guy in the movie is the heroines’ dad.
He bashes you up for messing around with his daughter. Then you decide to fight back. All of a suden you fight like you are Jackie Chan’s adopted son, and like your great grand father devised kung fu.IN between you romance with your heroine in swiss.Rain dance,comedia trying to inspire social change. The list goes on. I don’t find an apt way to end the tale.
.Im not a movie buff.But these are a few things I noticed about movies and movie watchers.Which i wanted to share in my blog

Ten ways to waste time inside an Exam hall

2008-12-20T06:06:00.000-08:00

CAUTION: the stunts mentioned below are performed by well trained professionals. Any attempt to recreate these stunts at home or at college might cause danger to you or others around you(li
Ten ways to waste time inside the exam hall if you are an enlightened soul like me and don’t really need any more knowledge. It was mass comm. paper. I dint even make an attempt to prepare as usual
And that’s the only reason I completed the three hour paper in one hour ten minutes (includes the ten minutes I was late).SO I had lots of time in hand. I felt ppl would think I was arrogant if I shoved my answer script to the invigilator and walked away. Plus I love scribbling something in my answer script till the last second .
10. Sharpen your brothers kutti pencil:
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If you are using a pen pencil (LEAD PENCIL) I don’t think it would be a good idea to sharp it.
9. Look at the shoes others /invigilator in the hall is wearing
8. Compare your photo on the hall ticket with the one in the smart card
I tried to find six differences between my photo in the ID card and the hall ticket. The only similarity I found between the photos were that I dint look good in both the photos(btw it was the same photo in both the places)
7. Write your answers in multi colored pen’s
This help’s esp. If you are one of those types who give a lot of importance to external appearance than inner beauty
6. Trying to establish eye contact with some one as clueless as you are and feel happy that your name is not going to be the only name gracing the arrear list. This helped me gain self confidence
5. Pity the girl/boy sitting behind you, who with out realizing the fact that you have not written anything meaningful in your paper excluding your name and roll no. asks you for an answer.
4. Try to figure out why the chief minister has two wives
3. Wondering how my brother/best friend would have done the exam
2. Soul searching: think about complicated things like life and fall asleep
1. Regret about not trying to learn for the exam. Promissing to oneself that this will never happen again and doing the above mentioned 9 things in the next exam also

butterfly butterfly

2008-12-15T21:32:00.000-08:00

There are certain things that make me feel like a butterfly.I love butterflies.The butter fly award made me feel like one.But when ever i see i a butter fly I feel kind of insecure and scared.I know the butterfly is not going to stay beautiful and happy like this for ever.It will wither and fade in a very short time.It gives me this feeling that every thing beautiful and happy is short lived.Its fragile .It fills me with this happy/sad feeling
.passing over that now.This is what my senior karthik told ,before giving me this prestigious award: "பொண்ணோட language செம்ம ஷார்ப், அதே மாதிரி தான் பதிவுகளும். மேடமுக்கு வருது பாருங்க கோவம், நீங்களே போய் படிச்சு பாருங்க. வாழ்த்துக்கள் சுவாதி. என்னதான் என் அறிவுரையின் பேர்ல நீ ப்ளோக் பண்றதா இருந்தாலும், உனக்கு குரு என்கிற விதத்துல உன்னை பாராட்ட வேண்டியது என் கடமை. All the best, keep blogging. (try to divide paragraphs in ur blog)"

A translation for all my peter friends:he says that my language is very sharp.I've vented out my anger and frustration regarding various issiues in my blog,which he feels is commendable.and has advised me to split my blog into paragraphs.Now all of you "clap for me".

Its time now to announce my nominations for the coolest blog I've read:

1.karthik for -the lotta blog

2.senior karthik for-countdown blog(nice innovation)

3.kalpana for -tainted

4.susan for-big time loser comment

5.king for-quarter with gounder mani

6.swathi for-what money cant buy

And the award goes to

king for quarter with koundamani:I think it made me laugh and think at the same time which is rare.plus i like kounda mani and his counters.Wish he started his own katchi

and Kalpana for tainted :Kalpu never knew you had loads of deep thoughts hidden behind that brush of yours.try to blog more frequently.

Whit this i'm happily ending my butterfly award section.wish i win the award the next year too.

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL

2008-11-25T23:32:00.000-08:00

this is a recent write up i did for an english assignment about the movie life is beautiful. Thought i could share it in my blog:its not exactly a cut out but something similar to that .Ma’am how would you expect the world to react to something fabulous, beautiful and gripping? I think silence is the best reaction possible(but if I choose to remain silent ,I probably might not get marks).So here I’m ,trying to translate a beautiful experience. I loved the movie. The scene where a Nazi officer sends people in to the gas chambers and suddenly she trips and falls. She is helped by an old Jewish man who asks her if she is fine. I think this was the best part of the movie. The movie dealt with sacrifice and sacrifice and unconditional love in all its forms is beautiful. The movie made me believe in certain thing that I thought was non-existent in the world like unconditional love. Whatever happens life moves on. This is the beauty of life. Most of us start building our life on some one else’s sacrifices. This is what makes life worth living. After seeing the movie I really started believing in the concept of “soul” ‘cos I fell the movie touched my soul. The moral of the movie according to me is love gives man the courage to fight against even the mightiest army in the world .Even if it means losing yourself to safeguard your loved ones

LIFE-DEATH-REBIRTH

2008-11-24T05:56:00.000-08:00

I was travelling by 5B the other day, from T.nagar to Anna Uinversity. On the sides of the road I suddenly discovered the greatest truth about life. No wonder why Indian spirituality is famous abroad. How many of you believe in the divine cycle of life death and rebirth. I do. I really do. Let me explain how. From what I found on the road side.
Now ,where do we get our food from???????
From plants which are livining things.
What happens when people eat them .
The plants eventually die.
Now what happens after we finish importing?????????? .
We Export or we excrete(my post is getting dirty at this point)
.This again becomes manure for plants to grow and they give life again(can you see life-death-rebirth). When do you think these organisms attain salvation. They attain salvation only when some Indian living below poverty line(fondly called BPL by people who want to show that they know the basics of economics)decides to defecate on the road side.esp. On newly laid tar roads. From here the crap gets mixed with rain water or is consumed by more luckier creatures like dogs who don’t really have to bother about recession or what really the people in the U.S are doing with their money / lack of it I should say or it is stamped by another Indian .The crap attains salvation at last. It doesn’t really go back to the soil or something.Now getting to the point
We talk so much about what is happening in the U.S. Our satellite has touched the moon. But even today thousands of people who live in slums defecate on the road sides or in the open. Our government’s main concern is to provide foods to people.What are we going to do reaching the moon when our roadsides tell us the stories of millions of Indians who struggle for basic amenities???????? .Blame the poverty or the governments ineffiency in fighting poverty. Its really funny on the part of the government .What will the poor Indian do when rice is available for Re1,but a toilet is still a luxury?.The U.N says that only 33% of the Indian population has access to toilets. What happens to the rest of the crap? Who knows??????????
I usually observe to three people on my way to college.
#1 COLLECTOR NAGAR LADY
A thin frail lady .Usually draped in a torn and dirty saree,with a baby next to her .During cold winter mornings the cold really bites all three of us. The mother, the baby and me. At times I find tea in a small pot near her. She sleeps under the watch shop in collector nagar right next to dhoni’s cut out. He stands there smartly with his titan watch shining .Staring at them just like me.
#2 THIRUMANGALAM MAN
Just like how kolly wood heroes are advertising the Six-pack ab. This guy exhibits the poor Indian’s 24 pack ribcage. He bathes in this tap near the thirumangalam signal not bothered about passers by. And then proceeds to wash his shirt with a rin bar.Where does he have candle light dinners with his girlfriend/wife? Where does he go after watching a night show movie????????Nobody knows nobody cares either.
#SAIDAPET BOYS
Some where near the saidapet bus stand you can find two or three human bodies sleeping on the dust covered from head to toe in an old rag. They rare not bothered about the scorching eight o’clock sun. They sleep on the foot path .but where do these bodies get up and go if it starts raining suddenly at night???????????
Its hard to believe that in 2007 there were 220.1 million people living below poverty line in india.I ts only statics that remain OF THESE 220.1 MILLION FACE LESS INDIANS .
Now if you wondered what we could do to eradicate poverty let me tell you what I feel
“If I knew what I could do to help rise the standard of living in our country why would I still be sitting before my computer and try to type a post like this.?????????I would probably be busy doing my bit for the nation rite. I can’t relly think of a solution to help the colleor nagar lady or the saidapet boys. Let me put it this way.if I had a worthwhile solution I still won’t be talking about poverty right???????”

HAPPINESS-IT HAPPEND TO ME

2008-11-15T08:02:00.000-08:00

The happiest day of my life or let me say the day I remember to have experienced this distinct feeling of happiness happened when I was about four years old. Happiness is something that most humans strive for. Happiness is elusive .The best thing about this feeling of happiness is that it doesn’t happen every day. Imagine if only good things happened to you in your life, Day after day after day. Then would happiness still be all that great. If happy things happened to you daily then you would start equating happiness with monotony and happiness loses its sheen.I was three years old. My dad was my super man then. He used to have this old scooter on which he used to take me on short rides .so I remember this particular day nothing special happened on that day. It was just our usual scooter ride. But that day somehow still remains etched to my memory. I remember myself as this little kid with a kudumi ,on my fathers scooter .I can still feel the wind on my face, still remember my dad , the scooter mirror ,the speedometer I never had any questions on my mind at that time I felt like a princess. Now I feel that I had really experienced what freedom was on that day I felt like a little birdie. Today I equate happiness to a certain level with freedom.And this other day when I was in Kerala and I stamped elephant dung or the day I saw this huge elephant on the street during an onam procession. I was the only one on the street at that time .I still remember myself running frantically across the street and hitting my neighbors calling bell screaming “aana anna” on seeing the elephant .I dint really know what it was to feel scared at that time. I dint have doubts. I was happy really really happy .At that time, I never realized that these were those small things that people grew up with. The things that really makes us truly happy.

LOST AND FOUND

2008-11-15T08:01:00.001-08:00

Its time I stopped running away from myself. As one of my college friends pointed out my blogs were like the class daily. I don’t like writing about myself because I’m scared might start hating my self I don’t believe in recording the sad things that have happened to me .I m running ,running away from myself.
I don’t know why but I always kind of tend to bother more about others than I do for myself .I think it is selfish to keep thinking about oneself alone. There is more to a person’s life than his or her own self.Im scared about what I might find if I look deep into myself. That’s why I turn to the world around me. Its an colorful illusion .Some might call it insecurity. Some prefer calling it escapism. Let me call myself an insecure escapist.
I’m the worst kind of escapist I run away from myself.btw I’m not sad or depressed. This is the way I’m .I have to live with myself. Love myself with out venturing to know who I really am. Its a confused state where you don’t know who you really are but u still love yourself ‘cos if you don’t love yourself don’t you think its stupid to expect the world to love you.
I remember a friend once saying “you can’t really tell the world everything. You need to have secrets”
Ultimately the conclusion is “don’t expect me to write anything about the way I feel don’t want to feel anything .I just react, with out much feeling “.

SORRY PREETHU

2008-11-09T05:13:00.000-08:00

Pre reading activity
True or false:
1. Sonia Gandhi was a waitress b4 she started going out with Rajiv gandhi:
2. Sanjay Gandhi was circumcised:
3. Sanjay Gandhi was an illegitimate child:
4. Preethi is insane:
5. Swathi is a genius:
6. Susan and samyuktha(a.ka. naai shekar) wanted to murder me:
1. (Answers: I don’t know but that’s wat preethi said
2. I don’t know but that’s wat preethi said
3. I don’t know bt that’s wat preethi said
4. I don’t know bt that’s wat sunitha ma’am said
5. I don’t know bt that’s the entire class said
6. true
Why can’t I just mind what my friends and family describe my business? Why is that I like getting involved in other peoples business and put them into trouble. Why am I such a clown??????
Preethi had to do a presentation on the Nehru dynasty nd I told her I didn’t mind helping her. So we spent an entire day at her place discussing a whole lot of other important issues except the dynasty. And ultimately the presentation turned out to be nasty. both of us misinterpreted the topic.i motivated her to do sumthing ridiculous.I hate myself at times like this when my friends get into trouble due to my stupidity.im sorry preethi.u lukd cute.
Sunitha ma’am was furious.but the entire class was curious to know abou who slept wit whom nd who gave birth to whom in the Nehru family.it was funny.ive never laughed this much lets say like since the time I was born. if I were sunitha maam this wud have been mt comment
Kalpana:clearly confused but good voice
Samyuktha: grow up and come to college after 4 years. The nursery school is on the next block. But in reference to your physical development your development of media project was good.
Preethi: extraordinary attempt and brilliant feed back should have given u the topic –karunanidhi. complan kudi
Swathi:a gift to the class.clear presentation and good voice.follow swathis example class.
Susan:peter peter peter.no fanta colour dress .kannu valikudhu
All the best ppl 4 ur mass comm. Presentation. Have fun and make me laugh

I hate the world

2008-11-04T09:15:00.000-08:00

culturals-male chauvinism-mini skirts-self respect-MTC -busses-insecurity
If u wondered what connects these words read on:
I hate men
Not all men but some of them. Like the one I happened to put up with on the day of the culturals. The one who raped a twelve year old child or the ones who think women are made of plastic.
I also hate women. Not all of them but the ones who think men are stronger, the ones who don’t fight back, the women who are against women. There is just one question that rises in my mind whenever I see women in micro-mini skirt or a Brazilian bikini
What is so exciting about the female anatomy????????????
Why is it that I have to make sure that no man tries to touch me or misbehave with me in a crowded MTC bus???????
Why do I get offended when, some heartless insensitive indecent- jerk says vulgar things about women to win a competition??????
Why do I get angry when my parents say “journalism is only for men”?
Maybe because I’m a woman with traces of self respect .Maybe because I respect my own body and cant stand myself being some bastard’s sex toy in a crowded bus. Maybe because I think that treating another member of the opposite sex with a little dignity is more important than a stupid competition. Maybe because I think that women are stronger than men but they don’t fight back and don’t want their voices to be heard because they are scared of defeat.
It hurts .
I wish sanjay Gandhi was alive now to impose forced sterilization on men these who abuse women and treat them badly.At times I want to run at times I want to fight back. Most of the times it is disgusting and other times I feel vulnerable. Every women has a mind ,a heart and a body. No woman in her proper mind would like to give her heart away to a man who is only interested in her body. It makes her feel insecure.
I don’t like the way the world treats women. And most people think it is crazy trying to change the world.

ha ha ha

2008-10-17T20:52:00.000-07:00

RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.
RULE #2 Tag 6 (im tagging 2) people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.
1. If your lover betrayed you, what’ll be your reaction?
I will still love him.But decide to get away from him as soon as possible(common sense )
2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?
Me living away from all the people I kno in a small cottage with a small garden
3. Whose butt would you like to kick?
Preethi(xxxxxl pa)
4. Why do you blog?
At times to justify myself. Sometimes just because im bored .some times to tell the world that I have something to say
5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
Never .she is a girl.ha ha ha……………..
6. Which is more blessed: Loving someone or being loved by someone
Definitely loving someone( u cant always expect to be loved but loving someone is permanent )
7.how long do you intend to wait for someone you love?
An entire life time(if that someone is worth it, and if I’m still madly in love)
8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?
I don’t kno.
9. If you could root for one social cause what would it be?
Child abuse(yuck)
10. What takes you down the fastest?
betrayal
11. What resurrects you the fastest?
Myself
12. What’s your strength?
Being really strong when others around me are weakened
13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
Straight forward and trust worthy plus patient
14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
I’d prefer being single and poor
15. Whats the purpose of such Tags?
Don’t really know
16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who will you pick?
That’s plain lust so I’d choose the best looking one(obviously!!!!!!!!!)
17. Would you give all in a relationship?
Depends on what the relationship gives me
18. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?
I wont forgive but I might forget
19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
I prefer being in a single relationship at a time
20. Tag 2 people
please pa anyone who is intrested can tag urselves
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Copy Cat

2008-09-26T21:22:00.000-07:00

This is a pre reading activity that I would like all my blog readers to try before trying to comprehend what am trying to say
1. Which of the following means of torture would you prefer to kill a college student like me?

1.Make kalpana (the dreamy girl ,a.k.a ass)sit next to me for an entire day
2.lock me up in the library for 100 days with unlimited meals twice a day along with bisleri water but without my friends and my cell phone
3.give me thirty six pages of electronic notes the day before the assessment and expect me to learn

Today was the day that used to haunt me in my dreams. Today was the day I understood that electricity could kill people. Today was horrible.
It all started a week ago when I went out along with my parents , not preparing for my development of media assessment. The next day I copied .Plus I also told five of my friends an answer I thought was right but which ultimately turned out to be wrong. Since they are my friends they stopped with a “this time we will leave you but the next time you try to open your stupid mouth during an assessment we will kill you” warning.

Preethi started singing her very own “am going to flunk the test” ballad. Then she decided that she would make up for the lost marks and reputation in the electronics test. She started her ”I want to top the class in electronics “campaign. She conspired with the international padips choo-choo jam(susan) and started making plans .For the entire week this is how they spoke
“I love electronics”
”Joseph sir rocks”
“I want to go home and learn electronics because the anti-student format in which the notes are prepared helps me fall asleep even before six in the evening”
“Do you know that doping like shopping could be fun”

“I want more notes so that I can spend all my pocket money in the Xerox shop and gain more knowledge about the working of a potentiometer which is priceless”
A few lines from preethis poem dedicated to all electronics lovers:
“Knowledge is power,
In annanagar there is a tower.”

There is no specific reason why I hate the subject but I have always hated it. Now I started to feel this invisible electronic wall between MY FRIENDS AND ME. They loved the subject .Worshiped it .I was all alone.
O.k. I dint learn for the assessment and sir hinted out in class that I should not keep looking at preethis paper(“shame shame puppy shame”) during the test .Assessment was finally over and my frds are back TO NORMAL.
Now I’m trying my level best to understand what a diode is. It’s not because I want to top the class but because I don’t want to experience that lonely helpless feeling again. Btw “susan are you local ?”

No reasons to be sad

2008-09-11T08:26:00.000-07:00

Today morning I learnt how not to start a Thursday. I hate Thursdays. We have Joseph sir’s class in the first hour (I can’t blame sir , electronics never seemed interesting to me ,never ever).Then it also reminds me of two hours lab on Friday ,Thursday itself ( I hate comp. fun).There are more reasons why I hated today.
Firstly the conductor in the bus scolded me for not giving him exact change .I wanted to throw him out of the bus .But what’s the use in throwing a 120 kilo mountain out of a running bus and harm the public on the road. Then I indulged in some people- watching and started communicating interpersonally.
What exactly do all these people who get up at 5 in the morning and board various busses want in their lives? What makes people go to colleges, offices, schools, jails??????????
Is it money?
Is it fame?
Is it that sense of accomplishment they get by going to the same place every day and doing the same things?
That’s when my newly founded knowledge in mass communication came in handy. Based on the “uncertainty reduction theory” humans strive hard so that they have a routine. They get food on time they get clothes when they need it and people to support them. N o one wants to take risks when it comes to their basic needs .All of us work so hard (depends on the kind of work you do) so that these needs are fulfilled.

Time tables, attendance, working hours, salary, lunch breaks all these things are what most people want to keep them going. That is the basis of the human civilization that we see today. Even holidays and breaks are so structured. But does this theory define happiness. What is happiness????
We spend all our lives listening to the word ,get jealous when others say they experience it, read about it, think about it, what is happiness ,I decided to investigate?
Money is not happiness
It is security and power
Fame is not happiness
It is more of a responsibility instead
Love, family ect. Is also not happiness
They are just relationships
God or religion is also not happiness according to me,

(Ok I’m not trying to sound like a loser here, I’m investigating)
Routines don’t make us happy. They make us work .Dreams make us happy. The belief that when our dreams come true we might become happy itself makes us happy. The promise of a better tomorrow is what makes our today precious. All of us rely in this feeling .I call it the “tomorrow never comes” theory.
In my language it is like this
“I don’t have any reasons to be sad but am I really happy?????”
Thus I happily wasted a useless Thursday MORNING DREAMING

happy birhtday ZOYA ZOYA

2008-09-07T08:44:00.000-07:00

this blog is to wish my very own friendly alien who studies in my class and sits next to me in college" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!@@@##%%&&(()))"
It means HAPPY BIRTHDAY and wish you a gr8 day and a fantastic year in aliens lang.
-from
the peters gang

What money cant buy

2008-09-05T09:08:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time in a beautiful fairytale land called Anna university(it has butterflies ,fountains, monkeys and many old buildings its my mini version of a fairytale land) lived five beautiful princesses (me and my frds ok).These princesses even though they were princesses had jobs to do like taking an interview, doing a comp. assignment ect. .
One day the empress of English department was very angry with the princesses because they dint submit their interviews on time. But the empress was a kind soul so she gave the princesses a day’s grace time. So su-su-susan , the most industrious among the princesses decided to do something. She tried evey software possible, opend evey dialog box in movie maker and mailed the interview to at lest 50 other more informed people than us. But nothing seemed to work out.
This is a fairy tale so we do have a fairy god mother, fairy god father in our case. So I would like to introduce Adithya our gang’s official fairy god father who came all the way to college to help us out. And finally we got most of our interviews done.
(Wait this blog is not about a college kid trying miserably to write a fairy tale its about friendship and food and money so let me come to the story.)
On Friday none of us had taken lunch and we had to stay in college till 2 and all of us were mega hungry. So we decided to invade the canteen while our fairy godfather was busy toiling away with his laptop(4 our interview). WE are princesses not super humans ok we need energy to go to balls, wear glass slippers ,sit on top of towers and not get branded ”anorexic”. Thus we finished our first round of “canteening”(it’s a new word which means waiting in a long q in a old canteen to get food ) we went back class. we understood that certain files had to be edited from princess Susan’s comp so we decided leave home.
On our way back home princess preethi had an amazing idea. She wanted to enjoy another session of uninterrupted canteening. So we headed back to canteen instead of the bustand. I dint have enough gold coins in my treasury so I decided to borrow some gold coins from princess preethi after canteening to get back home. unfortunately princess preethi and princess susan were also of the same opinon .(ok the situation was like this none of us had money but we thought that others in the gang had and we could borrow).thus we finished our second round of canteening for the day and realized(poor princess Susan who is calorie conscious wont have anything even boiled water from the canteen).Finallly after canteening preethi realized that she had just 5 coins left I stood second with a balance of 7 coins and five 25 paise coins but the winner clearly was susan with a balance of 13 rupees.as usual we got in to trouble and dint know what to do(that’s because we r in trouble and if we were that sensible we wouldn’t have gotten into shit in the first place so don’t expect any one in our gang to come up with a good idea or something)
We did the obvious. here I woluld like to introduce our second fairy god mother in my story shriya our senior. She was busy canteening we walked upto her with a nice smile (that’s b’cos we were going to ask 4 help)and askd her for money .We borrowed 20 gold coins 4 the gang and headed straight to the bus stand.
In the bus stand unfortunately I got into a deluxe .So we spent our borrowed gold coins and reached home without a single rupee.
The reason im typing such a huge and seemingly boring blog on a Friday night instead of watching t.v is just to tell “Today I understood that money can’t buy you happiness but it can buy you a so many other thing like bus tickets and melon juice.”
And when we r with friends it doesn’t matter what we end up doing until we have fun. L et me put it this way
“When friends are around even extremely complicated situations like running out of money can be fun”
-by
An extremely absent minded college student

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD

2008-08-31T05:37:00.000-07:00

Today is my father's birthday.My father did not invent a new element,win the booker prize,save people from a burning train or been to jail.My dad is just like me casual,funny and normal , like most of us.
Till first or second standard i used to think that my dad was the one who gave birth to me.Later on with help from other enlightened minds at school i understud that fathers' dont give birth to babies.Dad is in the sales job ,marketing ,sales ,monthly meetings and stuff like that he is busy most of the time.My dad got married when he was 24(very young).My mom is hindu and dad belonged to a super orthodox christinan fly.Ive never once seen my dad impose his relogion or beliefs on mom or me.Dad's never had enough time to spend with us he was not working on a nine to five government job.Even weekend offs are scarce in his job.
I got my first cycle when i was in first standard .It was dad's gift when i stood first in my class.I learnt to follow my dreams from my dads example.My dad never tells anyone to do anything.when i was a kid dad used to go on officcial trips frequently.I always used to wait for him to come home and show him some stupid picture i drew or tell him how i fought with my friends i used to hav a lot of things to tell.And always dad used to bring some gift or another for me.
My dad never told me to work hard,he never told me to set any kind of future goal and work towards it or sum similar crap.But he showed me from his own life that there is no substitute for hard work .my dad din't have any fancy degree or rich parents(his grandparents were rich though).He was a simple man who started his life with an old scooter ,a B.A sociology degree,a young wife and big dreams.Dad told me that the only person i can depend on in this whole wide world is "me".Today dad holds a good position in a company with a fat salary
but he still is simple.
Today on his birth day i dint get him any gift(wats the use in getting him sumthing frm the pocket money he gives me).For the first time i understud that dad was growing old .this birthday was not about cakes and greeting cards.Im not feeling sad.Im happy.Happy because im growing up.Happy because slowly i will have to take his place in the family.Happy because one fine day ill grow up to earn enuf money to get my dad a nice gif and pay billst.Happy because i have dreams that are going to come true.Happy because i can share my dads responsiblities .happy because i kno my dad has raised me as a strong independent woman .Happy because i think i can make him proud.
Dad i dont know if u will have enuf time to read my blog but if u read it this is wat i want to tell you:
"dad i love you .You are the strongest person ive ever seen.You are the best dad in the entire world(this is what most kids say ,and most of them mean it).thanks dad for all the valuable lessons you hav taught me"
By ,
Swathi Leoni Paul