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
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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:
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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
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
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.
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