Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Friday, September 16, 2011
ten reasons AGAIN!!!
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 ;)
Sunday, August 30, 2009
SOUL CURRY
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.
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.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
THE BIRD
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.
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.
Friday, May 29, 2009
TEN BEST INSULTS OF THE YEAR
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
#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
Friday, May 1, 2009
WOMEN'S ERA(which era are you talking about exactly?????)
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..
#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..
Saturday, April 18, 2009
DEAR Mr.DESPERATE
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
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
Saturday, April 4, 2009
FASHION CRIMINAL
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
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
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Ten ways to spend a boring lecture hour
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
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
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS
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
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
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
My Life
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.
"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.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Saint Or Sinner
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.
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.
Monday, December 29, 2008
My Corner Of The World
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 .
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 .
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Movies nd me
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
#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
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Ten ways to waste time inside an Exam hall
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:
.
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
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:
.
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
Monday, December 15, 2008
butterfly butterfly
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.
.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.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
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
Monday, November 24, 2008
LIFE-DEATH-REBIRTH
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???????”
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???????”
Saturday, November 15, 2008
HAPPINESS-IT HAPPEND TO ME
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.
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