I Smell.... Distressed Whistles... Compressed Muscles...

I Smell - My Chronicles Part 2

2012-02-16T20:57:00.000-08:00

Coming to the few largenumber of problems one by one.

Let me take one by one,discuss that in a highly detailed way and then finish it up. But theproblem is indeed where do I even think of starting? Setting foot inquick sand gives off the same effect in any inch of the place only.So it is rather such a pathetic thought indeed to even wonder if onthis planet, it is a shard to even dream of walking on the surface ofit.

The intelligent parody orso to speak just gets better.

Oxford takes utter painin defining each word after thorough reseach understanding and evendeliberation. A word to be included in it's dictionary is not bornout of thin air. The process is such a long one, it should become apopular word by mouth in more than one region, then it should beaccepted a scholastic usage of the language of origin and thenapprove it. That's apparently not even cared about. People in Oxfordwill cry blood and life if they land up with the information of howtheir pained contributions are being put to use.

Experience, how does oneeven describe it? For all I know it is the hard donkey hours you putin every single day of your periodical cycle that at the end of everycycle you earn one slap on your face. This cycle is a never endingprocess that no point of time will it stop, such is it's longeveitythat even the closest real thing in this world will stand astonishedat it's efficiency. Pragmatically speaking it's a noose that youunwittingly tie around yourself. Oh wait, I see someone sneak peakinginto this and start an argument.

Oh My Goshy, bushy,mushy, ficky God. How dare you call your own gain of pain andsacrifice towards attaining plain wisdom be called donkey hours?

True, experience isgaining of wisdom and knowledge in your field of expertise. Oxforddoesn't tell this but rather my neighbour next door too can tellthis. Why would I have to buy a 10 bucks dictionary for that and mugit up? As such my ass pains in getting a bigger whole puncutred, waitfor it, in my purse for just having to make my education and life,now you want me to go bray and tray for a mere array? This is utterlythe problem of our stupid enough education system.

For everything go to thebooks. Oh yeah, engineering follows properly if not anything in thiscountry but atleast what the Indian Constitution claims. By theBooks, For the Books and Off the Books. If it was rather By theCrooks, For the Cooks and Off the Hooks, engineering would certainlybe much more appealing and interesting than what it is now. Since youare so used to the books, it is without a book which one can't learn,teach or even dream. The great Indian Booker Dream is whatengineering is and rather than the Great Indian Dream. Such is thestatus quo that even the meaning of experience is such badlyutilized.

Basically one feignsignorance to have forgotten what exactly it means. Does it exemplifythe churning of the donkey hours or doesn't personify godly ... saypenchant? Honestly, I thought it was the second option until I cameacross a facade of a different rationale altogether. No matter whatand who you are, if your born later than someone who graduates in thesame year as you, then it's your bloody mistake to have been bornlater.

WHAT????????????

Shocked... Do you I havea choice of deciding when I am born or not? All the mightfulscriptures just tells one thing. All your deeds are noted and goddecides how I get the deeds done away with and thus when I get anopportunity to be born again as well as what I am born as. Certainlythats what I guess is the first reply to this absurd statement.

The next amazingargument seems to be no matter what you are, it depends on thetotality of your donkey hours of your breathe on this land whichdetermines whether you have experience or not. Such is the amazingwisdom of thought that the theology is absolutely perfect even if thedisciple becomes a senior to the guru itself.

Policies so flawed isreally one another major issue which plagues transparency at my workplace. One might argue that promotion policies are all local to thework places. But..........

I Smell - My Chronicles Part 1

2012-02-09T18:55:00.001-08:00

Word of mouth or word ofwriting, information always plays a very big role when it comes tokeeping human relationships going. This is a dairy of the vows pilingup in my weak heart and fickle mind about the close to 20 months inthis work place.

So many people haveconfronted me as to why I did join in here eventually. Frankly, whenyou have one of the most prestigious institution letting you downbadly, you have no better option than to take what just came yourway. Trust me, AVV wasn't my dream. Of all the interviews I did sitfor in my Btech and Mtech, the worst and really the worst was inAVV's interview. I really should be grateful to a few people formaking me an employee of this place.

Coming to this place, Inever chose this for the name of the math or the head of the mathtoo. Though I highly place my regards for the humanity work that themath does, it just a little too restraining to see certain activitiesgo on. Like, wishing in phone with a namah shivaya. My first simplequestion is, am I working in a college or an ashram? No, one mightargue yes you are working in an ashram run college but, look collegeby definition is some place where multitude of people are bound tocome. These people could be of any religion, or any faith or evenworst case be an atheist. When in Rome, act like someone in Rome.It's a statement I guess we need to totally uphold. When in acollege, function it like one. Are you? Or rather are we? No.

For this partially Iwould like to blame the parents too. You respect the ashram, thefounder and the disciples but then keep ashram away from theeducational curriculum of your ward. If the math is humane, will yourward be humane? What sham thoughts. This is exactly what is theproblem for many an issue. Honestly, it takes half an hour to judgehow good we are by introspection. In any form, we are no match to awhole lot more dedicated educational institution in this country. Thecraving craze for an engineering graduate, just goes to show thatwhatever happens, the greed as long as is there, the system willflourish. What sort of different education system will an ashramaffiliated college give to bring about a wholesome development of award?

Fine, I have nothingagainst the ashram, it indeed a very sanctly place. It's high esteemis just being used to plunge into just a hassle free business ofrunning a college. In any part of the world, there are three thingswhich define a perfect college. I mean not an ideal one but a perfectone. The first and foremost, the facility based infrastructure. Imean why 40 faculty in a particular department? 200 studentsapproximately per department. I mean, in what simple logical way arethese people even going to be unique compared to the ever so growinglist of engineering graduates passing out from university. Leave therest of the country, even in your university you have around 1500engineers easily passing out every year. Am I to believe that all ofthese are going to be Ratan Tatas, Anil Ambhanis or Steve Jobs in thenear future?

No way could you producean engineer of worth. Simply, you don't have enough labs for cateringto the huge number of students you have. The appalling status is so,that you have some 20 odd CROs in the lab, all more than 9 years oldand still you carry on just by servicing them. Seriously, you grow upin age and with metabolic activities your physical appearance toodoes change. Never can you be as youthful as you were in 5 when youare 50. Now if thats the logic in which living things work, why notbelieve the non living things too does have a small life span. Nah,you don't want to believe in that. Then why won't someone who earns apittance but pays his life savings to your college so that his warddoesn't suffer as he did, ask you questions? Why is everyonecomplaining the teachers lack competence? If you provide properfacility, the teacher then will show interest in doing somethinguseful in practicals. Here it is a very weird case, where everyonetries to run away from the lab. Then for that we get rapped by theparents and students alike telling teaching standards are bad. Myfoot. What does even these people know about what we undergo here tocomment that way? But no one cares about all those. Put a smilingface when you are faced with such a statement. Not all human beingscan provide 100% everyday in every topic. But the teaching standardsare bad it seems. I do accept I am bad at certain subjects, studentsmight not like the way I deal with those subjects but then honestly,who cares about those anyways.

The moral responsibilityof a teacher is to make sure there is a growth in the field in whichhe or she is an expertise. Here none are ready to even set foot on tosuch topics. People who want to do are not given enough opportunity.Then where do you fair and sqaure think there is a problem? All youintend to do is suppress any sound from any side because you fellthis is noise pollution more than anything.

According to NaturamGodse's own admission, the acts of Gandhi in making India be ruled ina certain way paramounted to democratic dictatorship. What are youdoing out here? Oh sorry I forgot, here democracy itself is missing.It's just plain dictatorship which you say is the way to shape thestudents. Oh, I even do remember a certain HR official telling me ina stern way, please do understand one thing, we take a lot of pain totrain our employees and if you just intend to leave in 6 months, weare at a great loss. Accepted! You are at a loss. But what amazinglysuperlative training do you give? A supernova indeed bulbed up when Iheard it. Or do I take it like, you are put in the same herd of sheepwhich would reared in sometime but if you indeed speak up you will beslaughtered.

Humanity is something youhave associate with yourself by the virtue of being an Indiancitizen, or for that matter a human being. Politics is a pasteurizedvirtue of humanity. You have utterly lost the meaning of even being apolitico-slave. Oh rather shouldn't that term be associated with meor my peers who are nothing but that. Whatever. You might wonder andask me a question, ain't this a general practise. Should practise bethe way? If there was a trials, why is there then a reals just likein gully cricket. All sort of competition has it's own set ofofficially recorded events. Every organisation I believe does haveit's own share of issues but go around to your own domain heritages.

All I could say, yourblind folded grandiloquent rants just hides the beeline truths. Ifsomeone does hide away in glory with your truths you wouldn't mind,but if someone comes out to the open with a pandora's box ofquestions, you suppress them and then start giving away your own setof feelers, so as to pacify the masses for your inflow to continue.So, you are more interested in the business rather than the service.Yet another question arises, we are an ashram run institution and oneshould understand our principles and our fund crunch.

Mad Mad World

2012-02-02T03:42:00.001-08:00

A rose passed me by with its beauty
I followed it as my duty
Miles went on until i stepped into a shadow
Over and above i kept looking at the window
In shock i stood still wondering how
Stunned she shouted holy cow
Liberal I climbed down to reality
Deep inside I stepped into triviality
Hey you road side romeo, whats up
I looked blissfully hassled at that thulp
Dance to the tunes of the guitar
Nod my head to the rhythms of the alter
Wonder what made her call me
Reasons new and old shes got to temme
Tickle in my tummy
Prickle in my skin I was so dreamy
As she waves in slow mo
I could smell the hot momos
Stand right in front of my road
Her smile was the fuel I rode
Now or never in this beautiful planet
I prepared to speak as sounded the clarinet
The moment stood still
Yet there was no shortage of drama pill
Her smile was for the fallen cloth
Made me feel like a face full of sloths
I thought she meant a word
Yet in this dont expect in the mad mad wordl

I Smell - Ornamental Desirability

2012-01-31T22:12:00.000-08:00

Tens of different times Ihave wondered why such a thing just happens to me. My ill luckdoesn't seem to find a destination apart from me. Does that mean I amunlucky or I am unfit in certain things? God does answer suchquestions at times no doubt. But then in 10 years of finding feet inthis world, is it really tough to stike the right chord?

Simply to put in generalwords and to have a honest admission, I am single, 26 years,struggling to find water to mix in a peg of vodka and desperate attimes and most importantly single. The old adage that you needsomeone's support while you age, I guess doesn't just hold good interms of the fact that in this age and time, things can go astray ifyou are not shrewd enough. So true that, every little thing seemsfancy. Having a girlfriend, being in a relationship, having the bestphone, the best car, the best music player, best laptop, best friendsgroup and enjoyment following all that.

At the current salariedlife that I am living or for that matter taking the financialposition of my family it's highly impossible for me to dream of thebest car but at times you wonder what money can't buy. Money hasbought me educational degree but the educational wisdom is somethingI earned using that little investment. Money certainly has bought methe best possible gadgets. Ipod, Galaxy Note, Laptops, good enough tobe proud possessions within two years of me starting to earn. Moenyhad bought me food, a wardrobe change almost every half year, andcertainly it has also bought me some of the best moments of fun witha group of people.

But what money hasn'tbought me is the fact that mental peace was never my strong forte. Italways lacked vision for me. It never found an eternal resting place.Moments of glory never gave me resting pleasure but momentary famewhich went up in flames. A man who is stressed out, never reallyfinds feet in this hell. So true that one day even if you put theright foot in the right place, people see it such obscurely that youmight feel disastrous. Ain't there a remedy for all that?

Chetan Bhagat wrote ThreeMistakes of My Life. I never read that book, nor do I know whatsinside the book. All I know is my life precisely can take up thattitle, fit in the proper story, with no editing really being aprerequisite, it can still be the same. Girls, were something I neverreally was enthused about until one point of time. Fine, you got totell me, dude being a guy it's quite natural for you to fall for agirl. It takes time but it doesn't mean it is too late. Even the mostbeautiful and desirable is someone whom you can aim for. All said anddone, even my mom at one point of time aroundd 10 years back wastelling, I am happy you have feelings for girls in the way everyoneperceives, it's quite natural for guys to have and just shows you arenormal. Only if you don't have these sort of feelings, then you havesome problem.

So, not really motivatedand given I was a very silent, shy typed guy, girls and in generalfriends were all hard to come by. I had a small group of friends, whoeven after 20 years of association still linger on in some part ofthe world, to whom I am known, and also is a part of my facebookcommunity. But, none in the list of facebook friends are girls whohave been with me as friends for 20 years. Worst case, the maximumtime some of them would have been my friend would be some 5 to 8years. Thats when my life started turning on a top. Realisation cameinto my mind, that I am not going to have friends if I don't have asocial life involving all the strata of the society in my list offriends.

One year, the mosthurting fact was, not only did people, my own friends with whom Ishared the same corridors of glory for so many years played with myinnocence, making me go really creazy about a girl, make me feel allis well, and then eventually get embarassed from all corners of theplace where I was staying. I did get into brawls, never was theinteractions same as before, but then it's 8 years since then whichhas made me more mature. All that seems like fun but then honestlythat was a time when I was at my perennial low. The ebb that Ireached then, has never become the peak ever since then.

My desperation forfinding my foot, made me a wanderer.

Every little piece ofcreative beauty looked so appealing to me. And every little piececreative mistakes were something that I had a hold on. But for that Ineeded some sort of change. Physical aspirations was something Ialways lacked. Thanks to my genes, I can't be a manufacturing defectof my parents since I have livedd 26 years of age without any majorhealth issues. Things never really got my settled. Again true to theold adage, what you are not in 5, you can't be in 50, I didn't strikegold in my early teens. Till this date, i have not struck gold atall.

Gold is treasuredpossession of any one. The more you have, the more you are bound tobe richer. The quantity doesn't matter as long as the quality ain'tthere. That's something that has happened to me. My facebook friendsstatus show, I do have the quantity, quality does exist but that'ssomething I have never possessed. Does this make me jealous at allthose who possess them? Yes, more so if the ornament I am at awe withis owned by someone. Is it wrong on my part to be jealous? One mioghthave their own take on that but then, I don't see it as a mistake.Only what I deserve i can possess. I do completely understand thatbut when it comes to the fact that most of this little world havestarted finding their piece of jewellery, why not me? Why is it justI keep doing window shopping?

Maybe the price I havepaid in finding the right gold in the past 10 years and being lootedafter properly using me as a precious path to rise in value I foundit really hard to digest my loss. A human heart whether itunderstands art form or not is always artistic in masking it'sdesirable pleasure. Mine too started learning it at maybe a correctage when it first saw it's first piece of ornament glowing to beamingheights. I was so close yet so far when, I knew I had the grab of itonly to lose it elsewhere. Not only did it fly off, but then itpulled alongwith it a few more additional strings which never cameback. The noose around my neck from the ornament really startedbecoming tight. That monkey hasn't still been taken off my back. Butin the past ten years this monkey has evolved into a chimp and nowonto an ape which just never seems to pull off my life.

Do I blame luck for that?Do I blames myself for choosing the wrong diamond thinking it alwayswill shine with glory? Do I blame destiny? Do I blame my peer group'sability and my inability? Everytime i hit this thought I slip slowlyinto a mega depression which has been with me for 10 years now. Ihave had my days of glory, success but mostly in sports which didtake my mind off all these. But then now sports is also a distantreality. I have lost interest in living this life. But I know givingup now is such a sham. How many more days in this depression do Ihave? Why just me and no one else. I don't think bad for anyone. AndI am not in wrong to like a shiny little gold ornament if it'sbeautiful, am I? Life is such a drainer, heart is such a weak loverof art forms. They try to change, change so much, that it has becomeplastic and not elastic. Lying a blaze of glory and in blades ofwounds I wake up everyday to lead my life, in hurt searching for mydesirable pleasure to come along my way in the form of that oneamazing ornamental brilliance.

I Smell - Laughing Buddhas

2012-01-31T09:59:00.000-08:00

In a place highly knownfor its hypocritic ways of functioning, there seemed to be a suddenrealisation that the methodology is completely faulty.

Please do understand weneed to make a small intenal questioning and give more freedom forthe other person to approach us, share his/her feelings and develop asystem of dialogue rather than a monologue. When the supremeauthority per se said these words, for a small reason known to a lotof people I did have a smile on my face. Not only did I give apepsodent advertisement pose but also was nodding my head as if in arock concert.

Honestly, this was themost moments of sanity in my entire stay in here in my office. Thevery moment a meeting is called onto the seminar hall for higher upto discuss something, it has always been pretty once sided,afffirmative, boring, dragging and indeed drab. Yet, the insanity inmost of all those monologues looked pretty much a repeat of the daysof a certain facist theology. Supreme authority syndrome as one wouldput it, really ruined the environment of work. Work ethics lackedfocus, pride and indeed teeth. Spineless execution of the work asthough words of gold have been uttered was something I felt reallytied down to.

Never was I trusted withany such important tasks, even if I did, there would 100 spies.Self-pride of an individual will never let anyone down and that wassomething which was utterly lacking in an environment of one sidedfacism. Yet today there was a new difference.

Why do I call it a newdifference??? Difference in itself means new at times, but then thedifference wasn't only new but also everything seemed new today. Fora change we didn't have a blaze of black stirrups gaiting in a diaswith some graphical madness for over an hour. We had posturedsaneness comfortably placed in front of us in cozy cushioned whitebuckets, reclined and indeed wise enough to handle the surprisedcrowd. The subservient gathering which I was also a part of, lookedall stunned into these happenings as if these were all not bound tohappen.

The entire story wasreplayed, retold asnd indeed remixed in some new way as if we neverknew it. Yet the cynicism still was not lost. The “rumour mongers”will have their day. Yes, they will have their day but haven't wegiven the opportunity for the rumour mongers to have their day??Fine, chuck that issue, rumours are rumours people spread therumours. Not only do people spreadd rumours by nature every littlecommunication in this biosphere is through rumour. Karl von Firish in1927 captured the spreading of information in bees in his paper,where while we model it have to come across the fact that informationdoes spread through rumour. So rumour is not necessarily a very badword as it has been visualised or stereotyped to be.

The first major admissionwas there seems to be a “feeling” instilled amongst the “inmates”that things are done to subvert their progress in their lives.Basically, the driven point was that there is a feeling amongst peersthat this is a jail and not some center of experimentations. India isa country were learning is the basis. The Upanishads too does tellabout learning. All that is fine, but where did we learn from ourmistakes? We never did, and even those who tried to learn were nevergiven an opportunity to learn. Or we were stubborn not to learn.Thats precisely the point which was indeed touched upon today. Wehave to learn and not be stubborn.

Any issue could very wellbe solved with a dialogue process. But the major problem is thedialogue is never initiated. One dimensional look, with no respect tothe democratic rights of the inmates to justify or even defend orexpress views was something we really need to have some kind ofclarity and issues such as this was really touched.

You have got to befriendly towards wards, be approachable for them, be the fulcrum ofcommunication, tracking the progress of an individual, treat themlike your brother or sister for whom you should have care, dont bevendetta driven, don't stigmatise students, make them understand theexpectations, let them share personal issues with you, etc were someof the points that looked exactly contrary to the rules of the goldenhelm of penance.

Being jovial, ability tocrack a joke, though not in a sarcastic way was the advocated point.But for a person who has been such a thinker all the while, thebranding of being too lenient does add to the stigma. We are matureenough not to link up stuff out of thin air just like what someimmature nut cases would do, but no one cares about the maturity ofanyone. It is rather disturbing to see, it becoming a social taboothat I shouldn't be easily approachable. What will other facultythink of me if I easily approached? This is where discretion comesinto being. If you know your limitation nothing is going to reallycome in between you and your ethics. Easy mistrust is as good as MissI Trust.

The instructions oftrying to create a jovial and a calmer environment is such a welcomein terms of the attitude of the higher ups, but I still view it withutter skepticism.

The faculty handling asubject is the supreme authority, and no one can interfere the waythe things are moving on in college. In a course based system,internals become a highly important part of a successful engineer.Whether I have 100 quizzes, or some assignment and quiz is completelyupto me. Also the timing and the type of questions to be set also wasdiscussed. Here again, there is a certain prescribed rule which nowthe faculty should know to execute the work.

All in all these are someof the logical points which were put forward in the meeting. Onething I could understand, the first 15 minutes of any class is notcrucial (quiz conduction) but indeed some sort of one to one studentinteraction. Not every parent can come. Then cos of interaction, itbecomes easy to come along to a teacher and discuss.

The rules put up in ahilter can by hitler, things have become strongly disputable, a wholenew avatar is needed by our staff and hence have a mega success inthe days to come. I enjoyed the meeting but feel, honesty is the bestmedicine for the necessary evil called city life.

We have lost the ability to smile. No one goes to class with smiling, still the student fails miserably. When you go to class smile, yes but we aren't shooting Happydent White's birthday. So limits have to be advised, and act wisely with the arms structured out. Hope that things are going to change for it's necessary for a change. Hopefully next time we would reached were we evaded all tricky queries.

I Smell - Questions of the Kin

2012-01-28T20:29:00.001-08:00

There has been a very good amount ofdiscussion as to what should be the next possible step for allprotests. Yes, there are some sinusoids that we should follow, thepath of which is completely paradoxical. Life indeed is a biggereducation than, education itself. Revolve around the intricacies youwill get to a point where education has given you enough life over aperiod of time.

In the Indian scheme of things, a lifeof not being an engineer is considered a social paraiah and also nota path to succeed. Ain't non engineers a way of life? Especiallygiven the fact that you do need people in all walks of life to runthis huge country. Engineers alone can in no way run a fully fueledsociety. The recent incidents in my surroundings does make me typethis in some pain, some angst and indeed some wonder.

Yesterday while going on a shoppingspree for some trousers, there was a discussion about my PhD plans.As such I am extremely fed with up with studying all over again inengineering which doesn't honestly excite me. It's the same old bullshit, where we just keep taking lame excuses to do something. That'swhen both my parents went crazy about this statement of mine. Youhave not even stepped into the field, what do you know about it, wastheir chorus question. Shut and silent, I was like, why again. I amnot going to argue that point here but then, being an engineer, Ihave indeed understood the nuances of being an engineer and found noreal interest in this. Whereas what really excites me, thatssomething I don't have an answer too. But after certain introspectionI do realise I wasn't given enough opportunity to figure that outever.

He is an engineer, so you do have tobe. Look he is earning so much, why are still sitting like a duck.Fine, but he ain't a masters degree holder. Had you given me anopportunity to join a company right after engineering, I guess even Iwould have earned so much. Rather what did I do? I listened to youlike a good child. You were happy, I was happy to be a student for alonger time but then I fell into a deep hole which you today give mean answer saying do PhD you will come out of it. What shit? Masterscan't in itself find a footing in India when it's not the popularComp Sci, Electrical or Electronics or Mechanical degree.Inter-departmental is never appreciated. I am caught in thiscrossfire. It's easy for parents to uphold their wisely choices. Butbeing a non-engineering parent, how would you know the difficultiesan engineering graduate undergoes in his/her work or even studies.

When at 26, I am not able to answeragainst my parents wish, just to uphold Indian Culture, I just guesswhat a 21 year old can do. Atleast I have parents who do work in theprofessional field, and do meet up with engineers somewhere day inand day out. What if the parents were farmers, or worst case evenpeople who haven't crossed schooling. I wouldn't call anyoneilliterate, since I believe in the adage with age you become wise.Age does teach you lots. Hence you do learn and thus become literatethere.

This social pressure under which thepoor Indian parent lives with is what is the cause for the majordifficulties an engineering student does undergo.

I wouldn't all parents are like thisbut certainly I have seen a whole lot of them. Mine too to someextent in education are the demanding and forcing types, but thatsbecause of their lessons in building up the family. My family historyis strictly too personal to pen up here but then, I know and dounderstand every family would have such a story. But given all thatgive your wards that litttle freedom, you will see them flourishingin the field that they want to excel.

What is wrong if someone wants to be ajourno?

What is wrong if someone wants to be acivil engineer while you feel computers are the way?

Forethought and little freedom withfaith will certainly solve a lot of Indian riddles.

I Smell - The Shaping of a Mould

2012-01-10T06:34:00.001-08:00

Every human in this worldin some way or the other has stepped into the cycle called learning.Interestingly enough at times the methodology of this learningdiffers, but then the fact that you need to learn constantly doesn'tfor a second change ever.

Can any of us defy thefact that we have been students?? No, never. Or rather we arestudents even today, be it whether you are the Big Boss of a companyor the Princi in a college. If you deny you are not a student, youare fooling yourself every single second.

Student simply is definedas someone who attends an educational institution. True, but thatsjust a small view of what a student is.

I tried so hard and gotso far, but in the end it doesn't even matter. I had to fall to loseit all. That line from a popular Linkin Park song In the End, justsums up what a student life is all about. Ever since the day one setsfoot in the kindergarten classes in the school, there is only thingthat they are forced to know. Study Study and Study.

Yet have any of us reallybothered wondering what all a student can achieve given the age thatthey are in. The purview of an educated parent today has been totallyrefined to suit the urgent unrest in the society.

First the plant grow fromthe seeds, matures, leaves sprout, buds are formed then it blossoms.For this it requires enough sunlight, air and indeed nourishment. Nodoubt it requires external factors but then it certainly doesn'tdepend only on that. This is how we should treat the young generationwhen they are in the days of their school or college.

Fine, I do accept thefact that school education is a very important period of ones lifeand that there should some sort of forcing to do a particularcurricula. What about a University student? Why should the student bestuffed to the muffins of his heads???

Recounting the days of mylife as a student, the days and the moments I remember even now arethe days when I did some sort of prank rather than a day when I satthrough a boring lecture of Analog Circuits or Power Electronics. Thecomical chronicles of the teacher, those silly moments of makingirritating noise in a teacher's class to mock her, the day we used towalk off the back door not to be caught ever, the days when we gotour classes cancelled giving water shortage in the hostel as a reasonand so on. When I point up all of these together, it makes amemorable recounting which I fear come twenty years from now, my ownchildren would have forgotten these.

What sin did a humanbeing of the age of 18 make in becoming a student? Nothing.

Why do we not treatsomeone of that age like a mature human being? Huh, they are youngand they don't know their priorities. Fine when will you let themgrow???

I would rather say, thisis one opportunity for an 18 year old to really sit down and have afresh look at his/her life. After all, even the Constitutions aroundthe world gives a human being the rights to vote and decide theirleaders by the age of 18. When someone has the inert mature to choosetheir leader, I guess the mind is set to take it's own lifedecisions.

Rather than trying toforce upon such a human our thoughts, I guess letting them have thetime of their lives will actually give them more learning than astrict regime.

Moments of pearls. Themoment when you identify your best friend, the moment when you getyour first crush, the moment of craziness of playing a prank withyour friend, the moment of sharing of food, the moment of unrest inclass and so on. Why should one be deprived of all these??

Every student in some wayor the other is a jewel in the crown of a university. It's not theday of the photo opportunity, that we get together to have smiles andbelieve they would respond henceforth. In my words, this is how Iwould honestly define the perfect engineering student.

Knowledge, guts to defyfaculty, romeo attitude to win over girls, friendly to even the lastperson whom he or she would wants to be their friend, best friend oftheir faculties, straight forward in their talks with their faculty,accommodative to the core in a situation when there is no preset lineto follow and atlast, doesn't think education is only their life.

But I am so pained to seea whole shift in the balance of a student ship in the past 4 yearsthat I have not been closely with the studentship. I see a majorchunk difference between the so called elite college students and thenot so elite college students. Without singling out a certainspecific reason as to why there is a change in the attitude of thestudents, I would attribute the factor of faculty gossip.

As though in every singledecision or work the faculty are united, this habit of studentbranding alone every faculty follows blindly. See there are studentswho just butter up so very well whereas some of them are too straightforward. Frankly, it's the faculty mistake to have fallen for all ofthese. A guy who is pathetic in many ways is branded the best andhe/she will have no ability to survive the outside world. This personmight happen to be the topper, but purely going by the marks andbuttering abilities of a student, can you get down to the fact thatthis person could be the best student?

Comparing this sort of aperson with other people who try to get the proper mix of all theworlds is something totally absurd as far as I am concerned. Studentlife has to be enjoyed the most. Moments such as this will never comeagain in their lives. What is the point of making them not remembertheir student life ever?

Let them free. Let themchoose what they want. But with prior caution.

Ego is the worst thingthat can ever happen to student life. Never have ego. Don't cough upjust studies. Try to have fun too. This is that one chance where youcan be playfully serious. If you are into projects, that alone won'tfeed you. It's time to responsibly have fun. It's your notebook inthe pages of life and hence feel free.

I strongly believe inthis doctrine. There could be a counter argument, that you cannotcontrol the students. If every one gives them the same level offreedom they will learn there mature ways and hence you can controlthem. Now what happens some idiots like me treat my students withthat freedom only for them to go beyond my heads at times.... Anywaysto all my students who are passing out soon, please set aside allyour egos and this is that one moment which you should never forgetin your life.

I ended my student lifewith tears as I walked past the gates of my college, feel thatmoment....

I Smell - The Three Mistakes of My Life (Recooked)

2012-01-10T03:45:00.001-08:00

Open flame, you traitor, thought I could be used
Honestly you were mistaken my babe
Sexiness laid in your eyes yet you thought else
Lay flat on your booty, your words spoke rare
Interested I retrapped my imagination
Behind you I walked hundreds of miles before dark
Miles before I slept on your mushy bushy lap
Stroke my head you did and pat my back you tricked
Never knew you were waiting for the right venom
Spat out the weapons of mass destruction when I was least awake
What joy did you formally derive???
Hatch I stood all alone by myself in the midst of an aboriginal island
You cared for nothing...
Your want was fun but why use the innocense
You made me your slave
Slave to your beauty...
But you dropped me... Ran into the other one
How was it different??? It tastes the same ain't it
Blood is red but pain is black
Fell on the ground all but black in my heart
Took ages to repproach but I tried
Miserably I failed like a dog
Every hitch was my witch, my turn on switch
I forgot my life, I was it's alter ego
You sucked my life unto death
Darkness became gloomier with the brightness of the darkness
I fell right in the pit always until the tunnel was no more dark
The next petal took over...
It was smooth indeed to get interested
I knew the second very well
Friends of a long time, the flirts became evident
Oh yeah that female too, what a stitch she was
Brickbats, even the wooden hands are so much better
In the life everything went pretty
Smoking hot I started drinking puff every hour
Pleasured you seduced me into different strokes
What fun with another guy in your life???
Honestly I had it for you but why were you so sleek...
What made you befriend and ditch???
But you gave the ditching power and thanks oh yeah my sexy bitch
Untamed I went on into orbit yet again
This time more relaxed and sacrosant
Waiting for my blue petaled flower
My moustache grew waiting for some watering
It happened because of you, my third mistake
Why did I even ping you???
Ring in my mind will ya ever so slowly
Oh yeah, this time you did use me properly
Use and throw tissue paper felt like my face huh???
Hundreds of miles to the east I waited just for you to spit in the west???
What fucking joy did you have to put this face on???
Why why why and why did you break my heart???
If I was of no use now didn't you know it then???
You wanted none close why did you give in then???
My life was bright why did you make it dark??
Who said I was free for all???
It pains, it rains and reigns in my tummy to be this
Jelly, slush feels so hot I failed to take a dip
Tears do flow down any human, but I am a dog na for you...
Leg, off and now my middle wicket all fell down like a heap of shit
You fucking non sense threesome
Oh you taught me a lot
Stay away from the opposite sex.... Adieu
The three mistakes of my life.....

I Smell - The Three Mistakes of my Life

2012-01-09T09:09:00.000-08:00

Lightning struck once, itcertainly did it the second time

In all the while, in themidst of a blue lit sky, it lay mime

Fundamentals, it stuck to,never return it made all dime

To this day, and age, Inever saw and bite the lime

It was fun, and a taboo whenit struck first

Immature it seemed,illogically spirited it beamed

Quench? Oh my holy god, itpurely the thirst

On my knees, the atheistbecame the theist prayer

Glowing in the side burns,she there sat in a corner

Miffed like a buffoon, Ikept preying at her so much more keener

Twinkle in my eyes, I neverflew beyond the sky

One day, I knew inevitably Iwill speak to her albeit shy

Wonder what the fairy had tosay, it's tell tale even today

Beauty lies in the eyes ofthe beholder, I let it see the light of the day

Held her close to my chest,she was a bird in my heart, her nest

Never had a pet, yet she wasall I had done to quest.

Tiny tots, and her mightylaughs

I found every second worthpearls tumbling down the heavens

Maybe it supposedly was notto happen..

Feather in and weather out,she just flew out in all but one instance

Timid and tepid, as lifewent, I followed suit

Just as a fallen flowerloses smell, I was a rotten meat

Walking all long the openmeadows, shadow the dark around

I waited for the light atthe end of the tunnel

A beam of hope, a ray offantasy

Ushered in the wave ofstrength, the tsunami of blindness struck again

This ain't a slow poison,the serpent strangle at once

Stood up, hopped hitherto,in the swaying wind I resonated.

Message plans were notenough, nor was my day

Hold me good stead, and alsomy great spirit was what I prayed

As fast as the ray came, theremains were all washed away

Lone wolf, I stood again,only for someone to show the way

Days, months and yearspassed

Every diamond that crossed

All glittered my eyes atlength syncretized

Tic Tac Toe, my heartskipped a beat as it essayed

If not now, then when?

Prayed and preyed, all insync

I tried to etch my stone ofglory with all that I could ink

All it's gold covered abronze in a missing fairy

The tale seized to end,until one fine April mid summer's day

Tiny speck of light, hit myeye

As the whiteness flew deepinto the black lit sky

A legend was being etched inmy own backyard

Days now became redundant

Weeks became a passe

Months I wished stayed theway they were

Luck struck me bad, timenever stopped

Cement grew harder, as didthe mortar

Differences in, that's wherewe saw it grow broader

Struck in my arms, itwielded more wider

It was the perfect unison,the whole world down under

Perfect things could nevergo wrong

Yet they could always beimperfections

Down in the gutter, full onit just pulled me

Deep down, too deep, I couldfeel the slip

Barren lands, no given exile

In the midst of a desert,you people made me surrender

Walk into a misery, all Idid was being the best you wonder

But all in the end, you arejust the 3 mistakes of my life to remember......

I Smell - The Democracy of Pedagogy...

2012-01-06T04:57:00.001-08:00

Overthe period of two years of being a faculty i have understood onething and figured that it was an eternal truth.

Howmany of us have done this, been caught and cursed the teacher fortaking an one dimensional stand against you? And today when we areteachers ourself repeat the same yet again claiming our moral rightsto do that???

Ido see denials but none from the heart but all just word of mouth ordiarrhea of the spoken language.

Iwas so hurt with a few happenings off late that i am forced to penthis albeit knowing that i cant let my community down. But when theyare letting themselves down why the hell should i not let them downfrom their morally high standards of preaching???

Beinga pedagogue to me in no sense of the way gives us the rights to playwith people. The definition of a teacher atleast according toWikipedia, is someone who not only teaches subjects to students butalso molds them to be better human beings by the deliverance wisdomderived from years of experiences. Teaching is a passion that doesn'tcome easily to people. Nor can you be a teacher just by earning adegree destined for that. After all while earning a degree we alsohave been students, ain't it???

Weremember a Gandhi, a martin Luther king or even an Einstein but weconveniently forget our past. Is the world changing right around theaxis the moment you become a teacher??? Or has Darwinist evolutionbeen so great that you grow horns on your head just like the onidaman??? Or are you beyond the universal powers to be made into a stoneand performed camphor aarti while chanting a rant about you??? Andstill worse i am being a faculty myself and cant understand myself.Please answer it will you??? Due to a majority like you, a smallerminority like me have to force my change in lifestyle. Hence the nextquestion are the almighty god to change and ruin my way of life???

Sternwarning to all of you out there. You have no dashing rights in thisearth to determine how i lead my life. If you do then i might have toforce things upon you which could lead to so many unwantedconsequences to your career. Indian Constitution defines the rightsof an individual and all that people like you do is deny them fairand square for everyone involved with you, be it fellow faculty orstudents.

Youhave an emotional problem go wash your emotions in the loo before youinteract with anyone else. You have an issue that is pricking yourback, pull the prick off before you even want to go to your class.You do neither and in the end get emotionally affected and show allyour anger on some innocent chap rather than showing it on the cause.Effects are more deadlier than the cause. Even a tsunami wrecks morehavoc than the earthquake which caused it. So just verbal vomit isfull of heaps of crap and not defining of a teacher. If you stillcontinue, i guess there is a lot of light which needs to be shed onthe pedagogue of your educational history. There is no other solutionfor this heaps of injustice that you do.

Youare entitled to punish a student for the wrong he or she does and idon't deny your rights for that. But before that you just open allyour holes to listen to the defense of the offender. Again quotingthe Indian Constitution, a thousand criminals can escape but not evena single innocent soul should be punished. Even the IPC approves thisand you might not have gone to any court of law yourself fortunatelybut ain't you a defaulter who needs to land in one because of thefact you don't provide the so called offender the opportunity todefend???

Investigativeas well as on spot evidence is needed to prove any crime. In any ofthe cases involving your students and yourself do you ever conduct aninvestigation or do you ever have on the spot evidence for offensesthat only you spot. Even before it goes to a committee the evidenceall gone in a flash of a second. Then how can you even claim to havespotted the crime??? What hypocrisy?? Are you the descendants ofHitler or Gandhi? What shame to name of the country which valueshuman rights so much? You deserve not to be an Indian Citizen even byremorsefully being given a pardoned right to live your death here.This has made me wonder. Wonder why we Indians are such a muck wentit comes to doing anything.

Youare supposed carve a gem rather what do you do, treat them worse thanyour servant make them realize they are completely out of place fromwhere they should be, show them the world of getting to do thingsbreaking the rules in every sphere of life and inculcate corruption.So we faculty teach corruption huh??? Awesome even a crore AnnaHazards cant stop corruption in this country since we mold lakhs ofcorrupt citizens every second. Just like a printing machine wedeliver corrupt humans. Then where is all your bloody morality???

Afast unto death will not change us. You create rogue elements,terrorists and also outlaws. Parents trust you, but have you everkept up the trust the parents show in you?? Nah, they are ourstudents and we have all rights to deal with the way we want. Whichlaw in this country gives all the rights to you??? Ok corporalpunishment is against law, but I guess even a punishment withoutproper investigation needs to be made against law. If a student hasdone wrong, and you have evidence, are ready to give the student achance to defend alone won't entitle you to punish them.

Thebiggest plus point that a teacher must possess is his/her ability tohear, listen and also deliberate. Oh we our teachers, for us Gandhianprinciples are very important, and hence follow the policy of thethree monkeys, don't listen to unwanted stuff. Are you seriously amonkey personification to not even for a second listen to something??If it is unwanted register yourself for DND service from 1912 but forall hell breaks down sake give humans, even 15 years younger to youall the respect that person deserves. Human rights is the mostimportant dharma in this world. All our deeds are to make sure weachieve salvation. Just by following someone's footstep, praying toGod, chanting mantras and hymns in no ways gives you salvation. Eventhe great epic Mahabharatha lists out a whole lot of dos and don'tswhen it comes to attaining salvation. Being a person of dharma, makesit very ethical for you to attain salvation. But what is happeninghere, the mano dharma of being a scholarly person itself is not beingpreached. How on earth are you going to seek salvation? Ain't thisreally contrary to the great service you are into? Or you are so badin making it to a proper professional workplace that you have noother choice than to come here to earn your monthly cash to run yourlife?

Itis clear from how one compares what is the other person earning orwhat is the other person's variable pay, etc more than making it apoint to teach properly. How many of the teachers who take a subjectdon't carry even a single bit of paper right from the first second ofthe subject till the last second and talks from their minds and notfrom the bits of papers in class. When you can only teach a studentwith bits of paper, what rights do you have to impose on these peoplea right to not copy from the same bits? What a comedy, if you do itis correct, and if a student does it is a crime. Wake up eye-wrappedhorses. Just donkeys and monkeys aren't what we are teaching to harmthem. Oh, yeah even they have a blue cross to be taken care of. Themoment an animal is being subject to some harsh treatment, everyoneof you cry foul. Humans are also animalhood only, why aren't youcrying foul when it comes to your life and your idea of assert andrule?

Suchis the disgrace the teaching community is having in this country. Weare simply being dictators in every single way. Hitler tortured theJews, we are torturing the young minds. Every Hitler, in this worldhas had a revolution to throw them out. How far are we away frombeing thrown out? In a country where there is an acute thought thatbeing into academics, one cannot be into industry, there could be aday when we might have to have an aluminum plate in our hands and gobehind all the people who laid the coupe behind us. Change now orperish together. In a democratic country, dictators don't have aright to claim citizens. No wonder just because of people like us,the neighbouring countries claiming our mentality is so amazinglysomething I start to believe could be true. We have no value forlife, lifestyle, respect for fellow humans or respect for thecountry's principle documents should I say.

Evenwhile deciding the laws under which a teacher should act, Sudburymodel democratic schools, which laid the laws of functioning of ateacher in a school which we have adapted to the functioning ofhigher educational institutes as well, claimthat popularly based authority can maintain order more effectivelythan dictatorial authority for governments and schools alike. Theyalso claim that in these schools the preservation of public order iseasier and more efficient than anywhere else. Primarily because rulesand regulations are made by the community as a whole, thence theschool atmosphere is one of persuasion and negotiation, rather thanconfrontation since there is no one to confront. Sudbury modeldemocratic schools' proponents argue that a school that has good,clear laws, fairly and democratically passed by the entire schoolcommunity, and a good judicial system for enforcing these laws, is aschool in which community discipline prevails, and in which anincreasingly sophisticated concept of law and order develops, againstother schools today, where rules are arbitrary, authority isabsolute, punishment is capricious, and dueprocess of law isunknown.

Soif we don't act accordingly, does that mean our claim to fame ofgraduate education is all humbug? Since, due to the loss of respectyou have for fellow human beings, your view of your research scholaras also changed and treat them as just robots. So much do you torturetheir life out, that quality research never happens. Then you bragthat nothing of any sort of research happens. Even in the case offinal year student projects, your antics is simply the reason whystudents while away their time. Indian education will never changeunless our line of thought changes. It's not the style of pedagoguebut the fundamental rights of human values that we need ourselves tobe educated on before we teach our students. This is the educationalreform we need and not the change in pattern of teaching or thesyllabus. That's all some bull crap that you put to hide your grossinability as a teacher.

Idon't know if I act totally opposite to all this, but atleast I try.I respect my students, and hopefully they do understand me.

The Year that was... The Good

2011-12-31T10:32:00.000-08:00

Even though I am of the idea that January 1 is nothing special compared to what December 31 is, it brings about a small change... In the dates written anywhere, in any format, dd/mm/yyyy, mm/dd/yyyy or dd/mm/yy, the column with y's will have a have different number. That's the big difference.

In any case, let me recount on what happened this year in my life. Let me just talk about the 10 best things now.

Not in any specific order, the list goes on like this.

zwazoo-zwa.blogspot.com

My blog, the one which this is going up on, became my real nice time pass. 102nd post being this is kind of testimony to that I guess. The topics I have discussed, has made me feel free. Especially things which I couldn't share to anyone, this become a forum for that. Inspite of this being a public forum, I didn't mind it because it gave me the freedom of speech, imbibing the sense of fulfillment.

Faculty Advisor

Never did I expect it to come along, but it came as a pleasant surprise to me. Summer was awesome. I had a whole class now to take care of. This made me very responsible to what was supposed to happen. I relished this job. Yet the positives gave me a whole lot more than I thought.

My First Android - LG Optimus Me

This was a comedy actually. Somewhere around May, when I was talking to my friend, she was irritating me with her idea to buy a new mobile. This reached a point of no return for me. That's when I out of frustration decided to do something crazy. I just told her, wait for sometime. I will be right back. Within ten minutes, walk all the way to Sangeetha Mobiles, ask for an android starting range less than 10k, get 3 choices, buy one, walk off and text her, "texting you from my new mobile phone" :P

My First Increment

How important is that? Very very important honestly. Gives a whole lot more space to breathe in terms of expenses. :P

My First True Love

Alas, I found one. But have no real ideas to tell her yet. Maybe I will never tell her too. She is ruining my sleep in the past few months.

India Wins World Cup

How is this special to me? It's a proud moment for every Indian. So it's simple

My First Flight

Even if it was a domestic trip, the maiden flight is always truly a magnificent experience. This past year has given me that opportunity to explore that horizon too. I could even visit a place like Mumbai, thanks to the flight.

The Most Amazing Set of Students, Sorry Friends

Starting from Prashanth, Varun, Peter, Anil, Santhoshs, Shruthi, Deepa, Shyam, Vivek to Srihari, Anish, Saksham, Affney, Aishwarya, Shruthi(SR), Sneha, Sabrina, Vyshnavi, Zafar, Varun Praveen, Shravan, Dhivviaa (DD), Sanjana, Vidya, Ankita, Aaditya, Sathyakanth, Meghana, Surya Deepthi, Sindhura, Anoop N, Deepak PV, down to Nandhini, Vignesh, Swaathi, Jaganath, Murali, Sreejith, crisscrossing to Sree Deepthi, Ramya, Sushane, Anuj, Pratheesh with whom the trip to Ettimadai was such a pleasure, have all made my year so worthy of remembering.... Ok, not to forget Shreesha in this list. Oh yeah and the people who eternally give the doubt in mind, ok however you spell it, Gautham is that name, all the guys with that name I know. This has been the most amazing year of mine. And thanks to all you people out there.

Most Eligible Bachelor

Alas, should I be happy or sad, either ways I am the most eligible bachelor in my family now and this is something that happened last year. So I go into January 1, with this in my added title rack :P

All my Gadgets

I became a shopper atlast. Galaxy Note, iPod, netbook, Dresses, eateries and what not, it's been one whole lot of fun year.

Hope I continue with the same happiness in the coming few days. when I change the yyyy, which apparently has happened right now, I look back upon the happy times.

Adios December, welcome January

An Ode to My Friends

2011-12-28T20:19:00.000-08:00

Seven seas combine to fill the earth

Flow to every corner, so does it without fail

Honesty brims into the shore

Filth brushes into the deep shrouds

Day in and day out, the flow keeps winding

Much the galore and glamour they bring about

Huge desire they romp in every time and tide

Worthily pleasure with a pinch of salt they usher in

Change and flow, they are dynamic

Yet when arrives, the reach ashore

Never miss an opportunity to reach out

Ocean is man's own.

Shun it at your own peril,

Hydrophobic measures won't take you down

If not the salty pureness, the sweety freshness hugs

Downstream or upstream, it's divine purity defines no less.

Vastly beasts come ashore once winding

Thousands of miles, whirl and swirl

Gentle as it can be, fierce as it can see

The path of purely fertile good heavens they hold.

Irrigate our fields of desire

Never would life be without the divinely potion

Fertile growth, stably touch humanity

Revolve and evolve with supplies so can we

Earthly riddance, timely penance

Shelter from the demons, home to the heavens

Pathways to glory, paths to the summit

Highlands to low gorges, smooth as woven silk

Templates, wisdom tours onto fields

Growth gives in and splendour flowers in

Today or tomorrow, we take away all this

Earth has no more

Yet the seas can't take this anymore

Ward of the evil, firing so does it

Whirlpools it's own beasts within

Thunderous roar it breaks down the breaches

Hither and thither, swirl and twirl

Breezy pressure, wind forces itself

As the sea touches shore, it throws a bag full of wind

Clear the voodoo, the wind so does the due

Rituals, adorn the earth with it's fury

Evil warded away, winds give a wash

Earl on the pain, pearl on the remains

Freshen the masses, silence the negatives

Gentle stutter of the head, the cooling breeze blows

Land falls over a smile, faults a mile away

Freshness of breathe takes over

Gentle feelers, the smell of sand and water

The remains run down the bloody line

All accumulate in the end of the horizon

There lies the seas to collect them all

Run to the eternity to cleanse us all

So much impurity deposit into the them and make it filthy

Abashed and down, the ball of fire sees the tears

It's time for some heat, it melts the glaciers

Adamant as they are, they stand no chance to the warmth of the heart

Freshly toasted rungs of purity ushers in

A fresh lease of life to the terrain and the tributaries

Smiles galore all along

Sweep the feet off the floor, let the dance begin

Feels like heaven, make me feel like heaven

Hug with the passionate warmth

Tough times come up and over the days in our pedigree

Apogee not so dearer, the warmth increases

Boundaries differentiate itself and terrain withers

Fire just grows beyond proportions

Control the fury, just got to be kidding me

Wreck havoc, yet the fire is the way to remove remains of viral

Tastes of purity, moment of golden pearls

Renounced strength, new relationships do bond

Holy penance brings togetherness into

The oceans, earth and breeze breathe a fire down

Ball of fire beats the glaciers down

Purity runs into all the muck

Yet the seas just can't stay all alive

Singular existence never happens in this hell

Life breeds in the vast expanse only here

Seas play a major role, the life support

Breeding space so fruitful, the earth gives it

Breathing space the wind provides

The burning engine inside runs the space

Elements five in number exemplifies

One Thing

Thing called coexistence and friendship

Each is a friend in need of the other

Each is a friend in deed of the other

I am the flowing seas

Confused, I stand looking deeply into my needs

I flow onto shore, batter you with all the pleasure

Never do you resist me.

Pain me more, I rise with anger, I blow you with a tsunami

Don't provoke a quake in me, we are the best friends

I allow you to flourish, taking all your impurity

Rivers flow into me eventually

The path ways you desire, flows just like the river into glory

Happily I free you of your sins and provide comfort

Bring about the comforting breeze

Shoulder in the process, help the earth with the combined effort

Breeze to a hurricane, it's a relationship that we bond

Together our existence is for the earth to live and bind

Fire keeps me alive and kicking

Brush aside the same fire when it needs me, I do

In all I have no existence without any of my friends

Our story to glory revels in the billion years of evolution

When I need the most, you my friends of life stood up

Been my fire, my breeze, my earth and my space

Faces known far and wide, all in my pride

What would I do without any of you?????

I Smell - 100 in 2011

2011-12-26T09:58:00.000-08:00

I guess it was my 7th when I really got some interest in english writing, inspite of still hating the subject which I never managed to cross 65%. For that matter till the very last exam in school life, language has been a pain in my back. There was this craze of showing you too can belong in this world. You are not a novice in writing. Or what the heck, the truth, hype yourself with the whoooo factor to win girls in school. Any teenage mutant ninja guys ambition in school, or say middle school is to be the topper or the casinova, though I strongly don't know how many of them know that word at that age. Or atleast I was ignorant of it till my 3rd year in college I guess. Yeah people, that's how much I suck in english.

I don't read novels, nor the newspaper properly. Any thing that concerns sports was my domain till until say I started voting, then a little bit of the first page, and after TOI made its entry into Chennai, page 2,3 and 4 and Chennai Times have been included into my domain. Honestly my use of english was also bad. The only subject in which I have a red mark in my school report cards till the 12th standard is an english unit test. I hated Shakespeare, I wondered my Wordsworth even bothered capturing his imagination with words, or maybe he wanted to PJ is name itself saying, I am my Words Worth. No offenses to the fans of all these people.

English was a no entry zone for me and I was a pariah in the land of english. Huh, am I trying to say that it was both ways? Nah, I guess not. English never threw me out, I rather chose not to even appeal to english to take me in, even if I had to be a fringe force for it.

So where did all this so called writing come from?

Riveting back to the 7th standard story. I was in this class of apparently the lesser, oh no the higher classed english or higher classed tamil students. Math, science and history, all made no mystery for me. Oh yeah a centum in all 3 in a particular exam is testimony to that fact. Ok no hyperbolizing here. Strictly speaking only in english terms, I guess I don't remember when I got the spark but then, I just realize one day, my english teacher walked up to me and in angst said, "I want an article from you for the school magazine."

Oh yeah the school magazine then for most of us was a waste of time and a decent sized book to be thrown out into the dustbin. Yet the school magazine always right from my 3rd class always had my name in it, in the list of prize winners in sports. Yeah, sporting achievements never come into the good books of the teachers right? Still this was a challenge to me and I hate taking up challenges in academics. Firstly you should interested in it to go after it and achieve it. Here studies and most significantly english was a wayside marine drive for some but for me a treacherous terrain climb up the Himalayas.

So with skepticism I rode my cycle back home. Ok, the next significant thing was the class 7. Ok what's so special about it.

Guys, I didn't have my first crush then. I was the guy, innocent guy, who was always bullied, pulled his leg for anything and everything. I had no voice. So many embarrassing incidents happened which I don't want to reveal during that year. So I needed some positives. Sports always was my good girl and she never let me down and I never lost faith in her. Yeah what the heck I never planned so much. It was a teacher's order and I bleedy had to follow it. That's where the story ends. But given my honest interest in apparently reading and writing, I was never in doubt about what I was going to write. My first medal. Wasn't that an abvious choice? You wouldn't be mistaken if I said yes, but that wasn't. I thought I will write something about someone and get away, anyways some other article is only going to go on the magazine, why pain yourself too much.

I reach home thinking about this, when my mom asked what happened in school and whats so special today with my thought. Gosh those days of school was reall amazing. The 90s was retro and kick ass. Laid back, go home, play in the road, yes the road, they did have space to even play then. Do the homework, worry about nothing. No watching TV clause, and TV didn't have too many programs either then. It was all such a nice feeling. So?

Coming back, I told my mom this is what happened. She immediately started suggesting somethings. Then she said let dad come from office, we will ask his ideas. He comes home, gets to know about the assignment and then says we will think about it. Now enter my uncle, in whose place we stayed then as our home was being constucted. He also gets to know this and suggest we will write a poem. We sit, he tells the words and the lines, I write it in pencil in a sheet of paper. I remember it being a small 7 line poem each not having more than 5 words. The only word I remember out of it is Goad. Honestly I didn't know what the word meant but I had completed my assignment.

I submit it next day, I end up getting selected and the rest is history as they say.

Ok, now thats the start. After that I tried, I tried, I tried until I knew I wrote some non sense on my own which started making sense. Till my 10th, I kind of did nothing much more. It was just studies studies and much more of the same. In the summer time when I had no work, and indeed with a crush in my life, I had reasons to visit my creativity. Thus started my own attempts at conquering something I never had a hold on. I honestly don't remember the first poem I wrote by myself, yet a look back 175 posts in this very blog will show you one of them. Whenever I got time, I started to pen something in little bits of paper lying anywhere. In sometime I had an entire one side paper note for this.

11th was the free time. I had my first best friend, a girl with whom I could spend a whole lot of time. This just made it for meaningful. Instead of an one dimensional rant about love, I did concentrate on a whole lot of topics. As if I remember, but hey what, all my writings are on this blog and not even my laptop. So I can't escape from the facts.

I had reasons to do it. New friends, new crushes, new life altogether. Yet my mastery over the language was still bad. Naive writing basically. Hesitant. Shy enough to reveal it to anyone. I even remember writing a world cup song for the WC2003. :P I know all the comedies that happened then.

This craziness of mine filtered right into the college days. Oh a major stop at the 12th, but then that was an emotionally charged year for me which I would do well to not remember it. In first year, I had no major writings, but slowly but steadily I started to produce class room poetry and I knew for sure my standard slowly increased. Not many came out of my writings, yet, the poetry took dimensions enough to become large passages. English was fun right now. Huh, are you sure? Yeah dude, oh come on, in a boring kingdom known as Engineering, an outlaw named english always gives you more kick.

Oh yeah, not to forget the dudettes I could have tried to impress. They surely had an impact on me. What is college life without all this? I needed some media to shower in all this and I found writing to be the platform. Yet my writings were merely hand written, or mailed in to a few people for their thoughts. My name never came up anywhere. 4 years passed, a few dozens of poetic and prose verses were on my computer. Some of them really liked my poetry, oh yeah my critics who happened to be my own juniors. Until two of them told me to start a blog, I never really thought of this space. It all happened in the month of May 2008.

zwazoo-zwa was born. Thanks to those inspirers who made it happen. Since then the blog has moved slowly. Until 2010, I managed about a post in 2 weeks. Never was so into the blog until I had time on my side. Come 2011, I was so excited in the first two months about my 100th post on the blog. Until then Thoughts 'n' Words was only slowly growing. I had many of writings based on love, maybe the fact I never found one in life, atleast it gave me the pleasure of feeling it. I remember telling about the feet of 100 to most of my students, especially Varun, Srihari, and maybe the few people with whom I was in touch with from EIE 2007-2011 batch.

Slowly I had my thoughts running. I began to touch some 7 posts a month, which was like about 35 by May. Then came this girl named Cindy (nickname) into my friend circle. This female has been the most inspiring for the posts in this blog. About 10 posts are based on her interaction with me. Whichever God told that girls are amazing inspiration and a tough time with one brings the creative beast in a guy out, hats off. I realized that and the fact I started writing a lot about how I could hate her and so on, the blog honestly began a critic to a lot of stuff. Thats When I Smell, the series began.

I remember Varun Praveen and Shravan were the first people to know about I Smell. Guys, I remember updating these two about the progress of I Smell and Before the blink of the eye, months of August, September, October, November I call the creative bests, happen to touch close to 45 posts and about 39 in the I Smell series. The moment, I Smell started, my uploading of materials became too much.

Yet the writings of mine here strictly are my personal opinions about a whole lot of stuff. I guess I have been inspired a lot by my own students, right from the passed out batch, the names of whom I guess I should keep it in hiding :P to the current crop. This has been the most amazing time of my life. English is no more a pariah to me or I am no more a non invitee into english's own den. A 30 in TOEFL writing was the icing on the cake in 2011 for me.

Now coming to the acknowledgements, this is the 100th post of the year, and I guess I should thank a few people, Varun S, Varun P, Shravan, Srihari, Anish all my students. Abinaya, Pawan Kaipa, Arvind VI, Mathangi, Aravind K(Kai), Viswanath M all my NITT juniors for the support they have shown always. I would fail in my senses if I don't thank Ahamed Zafar and Ajay G who now and then when asked check out the blog. Lastly I would like to add Shreesha Kashyap who has taken pains to suggest the next logical step, Gautham or Gauti for acting my critic now, Trivikram another critic of mine. Guys keep it going.

Oh I would largely screw up if I don't really thank all the people who has inspired me write each one of the 180 odd posts. Guys, every poem about love is inspired by some girl. Every poem of hatred about a girl has again been inspired by someone. So this is the expression of my own life in words. This is my life and my blog and I don't know how many people read this but I will still continue to post it.

Chao

Oh I just want to thank Aaditya Sriram for inspiring me to write a review about my Galaxy Note, which was another first for me. :P Thanks a lot people. I need your support to keep this going... I promise to deliver good stuff with no hangover...

Blissfully Sinful

2011-12-23T08:49:00.000-08:00

Parched on the pavement
Staring on the wilderness silently
Perched on the atmosphere
Drops of rain strike my window panes
Run down my cheeks, ooh la la la
Chill, I go into a tizzy,
Down the fuzzy, down the fuzzy

Fortress, filled with frosts
Swipe my hand, an artistic defrost on the window
The sweet peaches and the rosy jasmines
Golden horizon, and the crimson fries
Hail storm just mops my serenade tracks
On the river, glaciers glee clears the divinity

Chirps of sparrows
Ballet of the whites and blacks,
Dance to the monotonic beats of gibberish opera
Haste in, taste out, tonic tunes soothe my ears
Wishfully Sufi saints, paint me with their wizardry

Out stretch my hands, my eyes close
Kate Winslet, oh, I seriously miss you
Ecstasy, stylish felt on arms, soft as a feather
Rush into the Gush, I feel the breezy haze
Chilled heat, oh drives me gaga
Tens and Hundreds, seconds flew all over me

Scenic beauty, oh the revelry, I blush
A valley went missing, a plateau of visuals
In the rage, the hill climbed onto me
It shifted it's base and moved into me soon enough
Amidst the crimson rings, the darkness in my eye flew
Sent me into a dizzy, oh you tizzy, oh my fuzzy
Dart into me a piece of shrapnel, the balloon burst on me

"Excuse me!" your sweetness stole me, my dream
There you stood, smiling in all the gloomy environ
Maniac dreams, shine me into a smiling blush
You stood there, my sweetie pie
Day dreams, oh yeah the flowery twines of pearls
And at work, the perks are high
Your dream girl stands in front of you, the sparks do fly
All this happens in a single day, it's what I call blissfully sinful....

I Smell - Are We Educating

2011-12-18T05:48:00.001-08:00

The most step to attaining greatness is a perfect education. No matter in our country we have a very elaborate setup for education. Premier institutes, large and classic universities, well known colleges, and indeed deemed universities. Its so become a stratergy to have a college in every nook and corner of your urban demography. Oh sorry geography. Yet we still languish in the gutters when it comes to a whole lot of things. Why? Reasons aplenty, solution only a simple change which can be adapted. But are we ready to? I guess the following set of deliverables from me on this blog will make it a little more clear.

All the views are all totally mine. My previous experiences as a student, a son, and now a faculty. It‘s certainly rare in the indian education scenario to have a person like me jump into teaching as a profession this early into my life.

These past twenty years i have just understood one thing. Marks marks marks. Eat marks. Drink marks. Breathe marks. Romance marks. Have intercourse with marks and indeed give birth to marks. The pressure on marks wont even to a small extent will make karl marx happy. No offences but an average indians life is so bloody screwed up. Poor chaps do nothing but literally live a life of marks.

Marks in here has too many differential contexts. The first sequence of marks was what you write, and earn. The second one is what you embolden in yourself with the plight of the pride of your astonishimg avhievement of wanting to be an educated curd rice in the sovereign pasture.

Lets now define marks.

Dictionary will give the meaningas a measure of something. But is marks a measure? I dont think so. It is just a figurative representation of a defined body.

In education we are trying to identify the extent of understanding. This ideology is the main issue i would focus on amd hence would shed light on it more over the entire series. Here i am just going to introduce it as a one liner. Just as no money no honey, no marks no education. Thats how bad indian scene is.

One fine day at a household.

Kid, just 8 years old rushes back home after a hard day at school. Mom, assuringly welcomes home the oid but after sometime, “dear were you given any home work? Any exam scores?“. Knowing mom is ready to breathe fire the hesitantly says no homework, got english mark. When the kid tells the mark is 70, the mothers face turns red. The first question she is going to utter is very much guessable.

What sin did that poor chap commit other than missing out on a 30 percent in an english test. Is this quantity which the kid lost going to define his pay for the rest of his life? I have seen parents go to the extent of delivering thoughts like this, you dont score a centum you wont get a girl to marry you. WHAT at the age of 8, you induce all these thoughts into a kid i dont know what goes into that kids kind.

Such thoughts feigned reasons, and misconception and ill fated words can put young and dynamic minds into dusts of the world. There are a number of reasons. Let the reasoning start....

Found this piece of boredom in FB... Interesting Indeed...

2011-12-18T05:42:00.001-08:00

Which Baby are you? :)
THIS IS SOOOO TRUE!!!! xD

JANUARY BABY
Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. Repost this in 5 mins and you will meet someone new in 8 days that will perfectly balance your personality.

FEBRUARY BABY
Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest And loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. Repost this in 5 mins and you will talk to someone new and realize that you are a perfect match.

MARCH BABY :)
Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others. If you repost this in the next 5 mins, you will meet your new love in 8 days.

APRIL BABY
Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains. If you repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that's caught your eye will introduce themselves and you will realize that you are very much alike in the next 2 days.

MAY BABY
Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High-spirited. If you repost this in the next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone you do not speak too much in the next 4 days.

JUNE BABY
You've got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it!!! IN the next 6 days you will meet someone that may possibly become one of your closest friends, if you repost this in 5 minutes.

JULY BABY
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. Repost this in the next 5 mins and your reputation will boost someway in the next 12 days

AUGUST BABY
Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of "that someone". Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by "no pain no gain" caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter. Repost in 5 mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month.

SEPTEMBER BABY
Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. If you do not repost this in the next 5 mins, someone very close to you will become mad at you in the next 8 days.

OCTOBER BABY
Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. repost this in 5 mins or you will not meet the love of your life for 10 years.

NOVEMBER BABY
Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. Repost in 5 mins & you will excel in a major event coming up sometime this month.

DECEMBER BABY
This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible... Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive....

Galaxy Note.... Feel Free

2011-12-10T04:52:00.001-08:00

There used to be a time when someone had to rush to a common booth around 8Pm to make cheap phone calls outside the place in which you were staying. Then the first revolution in telecommunication evolved to bring home the STD facility, the second one was truly on. Then the idea to have a facility for people to communicate fast amongst themselves came into existence. Then started the next revolution in telecommunication. This time it was mobile and not static.

The cellular phones had arrived. But wait, did they truly arrive??? We need to think a little to the first instance when cellular phones were, wait a second, HUGE in all means. Outgoing calls were charged, incoming were charged, charges were huge. The instrument fitted not less than any hand bag and not a pocket. The more the demand, the sizes, cost and what not started coming down. Until the day when every Indian beyond 15 years had a phone in their hands. Nokia 3310, 3315, 1100, all brought phones which ever affordable. But phones, was it just a piece of communication device???

People wanted phones to be an all in one device. Diary, notepad, browsing device, and what not. But it took sometime to come out. First the colour phones, then slowly music player, video streamer, then touch phones, and eventually a phone running on particular operating systems to define it properly as a smart phone.

I don't know how much one gives credence to wikipedia articles, but this is how, If I have to quote it, defines a smartphone "A smartphone is a high-end mobile phone built on a mobile computing platform, with more advanced computing ability and connectivity than a contemporary feature phone".

The chronological order in which the smart phones came out is startling but at the rate at which they have grown is an even bigger story. Starting from the IBN Simon to Nokia Communicator to the Symbian ones to the iPhones to Android ones, the market is full of such devices these days. It's a taboo to not have one of these items in your hand now. Especially, at times phones define your status symbol too.

Size mattered, hardware mattered, software mattered, smartness mattered. Just a smart phone was not enough. You have to be smart. But then there is always an extent to which you can go smart with a phone and thats driven directly by the hardware it has inside. I was forced to buying an Android, LG Optimus ME without much thought, but beyond a point I left I couldn't be smart enough. That's when I was wondering about a Galaxy of options I had. Something of a note never came until Note itself came. Maybe, I am being a little too critical, but taking nothing out of a S2 or HTC or any other phone.

Samsung Galaxy Note, my latest possession.

What attracted me towards this??? Hardware, Software, Utilities? Sheesh throw all these to the bin, the sheer size of it... O.. M.. G.. these 21st century designer's have brought being big looks good concept back. It's HUGE again. Not the huge that defined the earliest cell phones. But the screen size is the first of it's kind in the market. The thickness of the phone is basically driven by the current technological advancements. But then for this size on the current electronics map, the definition of HUGE is a 5.3 inch HD Super AMOLED screen. What does this actually bring in to your hand???

I wouldn't say a big picture, but a clear detailed one which is just too awesome. The videos look amazingly brilliant. The first one I happened to watch was 'Why this Kolaveri?' And guess what, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. Was it just the screen? I guess even the software inside had something to do. Android 2.3.5 which comes with my Note, just is far more superior to the Android 2.2 I am used to. 5.1 surround sound? Wait a second, don't tell that comes with a phone. Yes it does but it ain't new I guess. The sound clarity of the phone is just mind blowing, I figured my iPod is going to take a second seat soon. But then honestly I have to give Apple the due credits for making a device which is just too brilliant, and the iPod touch continues to live in my device library.

Then while using by mistake, I happened to swipe my palm over the screen thinking that it would change the screen. I was surprised with what happened. The motion detection aspect made a screen capture which means, Print screen becomes very easy. Then the next work the accelerometer is something that would be a boon to most mobile users. Instead of finding a volume button to reduce the ringtone volume or mute it in a place where silence have to be maintained, rather just flip it over, the volume gets muted. Brilliant ain't it???

If that wasn't enough, hold two fingers on each side of the screen horizontally, and tilt it on either side, you end up zooming in and zooming out the screen. The endless possibilities don't stop there. Moving an app from one page to another is as easy as holding the app and panning the phone either left or right. Fine these are all old stories. But what are the other amazing facts of the hardware.

A 1.4Ghz dual core processor. Oh that's faster than my Acer Aspire One Netbook. This one puts my netbook to shame. All works are amazingly faster in this. The only flip side, I found over a prolonged usage, it eats a little into the battery and also heats up. But then this heating is very limited and happens only after some 5 hours of continuous usage.

Bluetooth 3.0, again another O.. M.. G.. The hot combo of a very fast processor and Bluetooth 3.0 was just too good. I could transfer a 40Mb file in less than a minute. So it makes transfer of videos and songs much much faster. Plus you get a 16Gb internal memory to store all thats transferred. So makes your life very easy. No worry for external space to store more. Samsung maybe came with this idea, store more work more. It certainly pays off.

Camera, for a phone the 8Mpx is just a tip off the shelf I guess, but the best part is the display makes it just too good have this in hand. The front camera too is equally brilliant and captures a clear enough picture. The camera interface wears a strange coincidence to Apple's camera UI sans the shutter. But who cares, the camera serves your purpose more than enough. The LED flash just provides an apt companion. The zoom might not be that really clear, but then who cares it's a phone camera and expect no more. If you want clarity, SLRs are always there and it's a completely different spectrum.

Ok, I know I am bad at reviewing electronics but giving it a shot and doing it the way I get to figure my phone....

Next I used the Stylus Pen. It makes your work so easy. You don't have to lay your hands on the screen. But if your are looking for fast typing or messaging, I guess the qwerty is a better option. But for taking notes with your hand, I guess with the Smart Note, the jodi of S Pen and S Note just never ceases to amaze me. It's back to the good old notebook-pen jodi but in a virtual world. The flip to this, it takes a long time for you to get used to the handwriting recognition and the same for the device. Unless you get the nuances right, you can't even make the phone understand 4 out of 5 words. That I would say, you are a master of the art.

The software as such, is just too good and samsung's touch wiz just goes to extenuate the feel good pleasure to your eyes, work and also your mind. The storage is good enough to store as many apps as you want. Facebook on that portal front, twitter, skype and everything else becomes so easy and wonderful.

Is it a tablet then?

You can tell or be teased into believing it so. Huge size, everything else that exists in a tab. But it ain't a tab.

It's a phone, it looks a tab. What is it then? Note, the point is simple. You want the ease of a phone on a tablet to connect to people, you have it. You want your phone to be useful as a tablet, you have it. It's that sort of a device which might appeal to a larger audience than it was thought to be.

If you have cash enough to not starve for a month even after buying this monster, feel free buy it... Else wait, somehow a better version is ought to come soon...

It's a master piece, oh sorry a monster piece worth having and I hope you do feel the same once you land it in your hands....

I Smell - Moksha the definition

2011-11-20T04:27:00.001-08:00

Fruitation; Actions is what ripens

Determination; You redeem your own pie

Destination; It’s all the same place where itends

Motivation; The tracks on which your deeds run

Condemnation; Never will you, never will I

Aggression; Mid bay is where you spend the rest ofyour day

Salvation; Your fruits will determine yourdestination.

Your aggression and condemnation drivesyour motivation

Its all the same stick and whip of theglossy golden wand

Either case you atone your awnsalvation

Food for thought ,moods of regret

Bald sins and bold repent

Atone your attainment

And Moksha it is…

I Smell - Dew Drops or Poison

2011-11-20T04:26:00.001-08:00

Exert your soul

Timely repent, let it think and let itgo

Never say never, severe your sins

Walk into the deadly meadows

Dew drops or poison

It’s all your decide.

I Smell - Chants to Hell or Heaven

2011-11-20T04:25:00.001-08:00

Darkness grows

In the shiny hallows

Where you end up though

Is what your actions sow.

Review - Revolution 2020

2011-11-20T03:09:00.001-08:00

I have to be honest in admitting that I am not a great fan of Chetan Bhagat. Just maybe 5 point someone and Two States rang something in me, even though I connected more with two states, I thought 5 point someone was more of a fantasy.

Coming to the reality, this is the third book of his that I happened to chance upon more so because it created more hype than the other two. Or maybe not, I am not an ardent reader to comment on that. Yet, I guess the characters of Gopal, Aarthi and Raghav in a sense made me wonder was this a boy next door story?

Of all places, the setting Varanasi. That was a major surprise actually. Given the fact that most of us Indians are fantasized by places like, Mumbai, Bangalore, Goa, etc Varanasi has a more colloquial touch to the book. The other aspect I never thought would exist in a place Varanasi is the way love has been captured. We all expect our Indian culture to be something totally different, yet we forget it's here that Kama Sutra made it's way. The western influence hasn't just caught up with the cities but also very much with our towns and villages.

Ok coming to the plot, and I am sorry this is the first time I am trying a book review, I might be wavering here and there, I guess the plot was filmy indeed. Boy and boy friends. Plays pranks on girl, thats past. She becomes friends with the prankster. The other boy hangs around. They boy and girl becomes close enough to induce feelings. But then there is denial. Boy becomes a lousy loser flies out somewhere, the other boy becomes hero now. It is a classic case of the boy-girl-boy love story just that there is no fixed hero or the anti-hero. Thats kind of the only freshness added to the absence of bonhomie between the guys. Pleasurable yet baffling to some maybe. But I guess Chetan has ironed out all the queries with the added pinch of salt and pepper with the silent ego between the two. Again the cliched Indian Love-Hate-Friendship bonding but then here the fact that it stands to be the main point behind the plot kind of instills the pull of love hormones to the book.

With Gopal going to Kota, Chetan wants to point out to the world how Indians are crazy for an IIT degree and now for once, and to many a surprise he brings in NIT in a shade of positiveness even though he still ridicules AIEEE. Ok, honestly people who write JEE and AIEEE know the difference between the two, I guess Chetan need not have ridiculed the exams. Yes, JEE is tough but AIEEE in a sense is also tough. At a time when education policy is going bad, such a thought was not needed. JEE seat these days are also comparatively easy. Fine leaving the education policy apart, the life of a student who prepares for these two exams, the distinguishing between a fresher and a repeater, the holy group of shining students everything kind of just brilliantly captures what exactly happens in the real world in the book.

Yet again how parents force things on a poor student in this competitive world, glamorizing engineering, is all very apt with the current Indian mindset. How malpractises are born in Indians, how one has to pay off everything they have to do something noble all seems to be a repeat of Sivaji, but again one completely fails to understand how an uneducated person can rule the college. Another baffling question would be, which college director is just 23 years old? It's all nice to read but a 30 something person was more acceptable but not a 22 year old. Oh yeah the reply would be, he had bribed the system. Yeah fine, but still this kind of defies logic.

The corruption scenario was splendidly and candidly written upon. For a reason it just looked amazingly true to the current happenings in this country. No where the shades of the true colour of Gopal comes out which actually is the most amazing part of the story. It's his confession and the book properly captures it. Yet the maligned nature of the confession is a little starkling given someone can actually browbeat about themselves. Anyways the avoidance of any grandiose description just adds more interest in the story. All in all Gopal has been truly captured.

Coming to Aarthi, though words describe her beauty, it is not very tough to compare her to your own dream girl. I kind of did it through the book. From the shoes of Gopal, I saw my own Aarthi. The truthful girlfriend, the trusty friend, caring buddy and the guilt filled girl, but man are girls seriously this good to be patronised so much? Chetan, you might have found an Anusha, but there are hundreds of guys like us who can't even find that imaginative Aarthi and they precisely know how girls are. So you can get a little more harsh with the opposite sex. But then, for once I liked the way he captured the dilemma filled conversations she has with Gopal. Uff, they are absolutely true. I infact got really pissed with one of the friends after reading the book and stopped texting her cos she was beleaguering me with the smileys, one words, weird one liners etc.

Raghav, the silent hero of the story, the straight forward loser. Actually he got the girl eventually so he can't be the loser. Oh wait, he didn't get a pure apple anyways. The anti-hero did. So now who is the hero? Thats for the reader to decide. Yet again the truth of India is so personified with Raghav. I just love how his character was built. You can easily empathise, sympathise, love, hate or leave him mid way through the read but he always comes hitting you to make sure you don't sympathise with Gopal ever.

One thing that I found baffling was, why did Gopal give Aarthi that surprise? Oh yeah one thing I loved while reading but found it kind of unwarranted was the sleaze. All in all, I saw a book which could be read once with some nice enjoyment, but doesn't enthuse you any bit as much as 5 point someone or Two States. As far as the title, I guess this marks the entry of Chetan Bhagat into mainstream media-politics bonhomie.

I Smell - Hell or Heaven (Re-edit)

2011-11-14T01:31:00.001-08:00

Its now or never

Let it Go, cometh the End is here

Heaven or Hell, time will only tell..........

In confidant, will leave you forever

Your lust, Your greed, Your anger

Talk now or talk never,

Atonement through attainment, let your sorrows be your passe

Let it Go, free your imprisoned conscience

In Silence, will rest with you forever

Your lust, your greed, Your anger

Silence leads you nowhere

Rant now, relieve your sins

Remorse you show, Repent will you

Time will only tell

Where you end up forever

Thou now, thy never

Oh lord, shine their salvation

Heaven in brightness

Time will only tell

Where you end up forever

Thou now, thy never

Oh lord, showerin their sins

Hell in darkness, Time has had it's say

I Smell - Hell or Heaven

2011-11-14T01:22:00.001-08:00

Hell in darkness, Time has had it's say

Oh lord, showerin their sins

Thou now, thy never

Where you end up forever

Time will only tell

Heaven in brightness

Oh lord, shine their salvation

Thou now, thy never

Where you end up forever

Time will only tell

Remorse you show, Repent will you

Rant now, relieve your sins

Silence leads you nowhere

Your lust, your greed, Your anger

In Silence, will rest with you forever

Let it Go, free your imprisonedconscience

Atonement through attainment, let yoursorrows be your passe

Talk now or talk never,

Your lust, Your greed, Your anger

In confidant, will leave you forever

Its now or never

Let it Go, cometh the End is here

Heaven or Hell, time will onlytell..........

I Smell - Foetus of my Love

2011-11-13T21:53:00.001-08:00

Weird shrills thread the day
I stand in the midst of a bay
My heart sings along in its way
I move along with her sway
Nadir, oh she was my princess
Day and night, I strummed my nerves
Musical notes, danced up and down
Rhythmic waves ring me up
Fly into paradise, para para paradise
Motivational, emotional, it's mere expression
Grandeur, her smile so stinging
Poison ivy, I fell on my back so lively
My blood cooled blue
Pined I looked pawned
She picketed me, my heart flew
Heavenly abode, why not now
Dread me into unison flow
Oceans not too deep, mountains not too peak
Slightest gap, thats all I need to sneak
Fill her with me, I guess thats what I dreamt
Dreams don't die, yet truth quashes it
It stayed a dream, a dream, a requiem of a dream
Slow death, I died in peace yet she stayed
Filled me all over, she never died, never say never die
Dianas came and went, yet she still was my foetus of love
Maybe now, maybe later, albeit forever
Goner she became, brought smiles to my pal
Yet conscience is what hurts when everything feels so good

I Smell - You can't appreciate the beauty of a naked girl unless you dress her up

2011-11-06T03:25:00.000-08:00

It's easy to hit on her, but respond will she?
Is she beautiful? that too is misleading I guess
Own the moment, which you have earned
True bits, voluntarily rappers, today she is all mine

She stands, all over brown with a little pink covering her
Little mountains over shadow her flowy river
Silken smooth, she revels in her hairy forest
Hour glass, that's what I see right in front of me

I can see the elixir, drip into hotness
Blinding light, the aura fills her body
Little sways here and there, she swims with her apparels
Glittery nail paints add the starry effects on her body

The brown fairy, just showed me her full galaxy
Out of the universe, I flew temporarily, as I caught her full glimpse
The hillocks and the plateau so enticing I wanted a taste
I move my gazing hands over the lush pastures

I climb the valley, I feel a rush of my blood to my head
The three pink brothers of mine move close to her summit
Dormant volcano I felt it fuming with pleasure
Cover her summit with my suction system, I take her magma into me

Chig and chug into her slowly, I do with my meat
Eyes closed I felt her going to outer space
Even a shot of abysinth failed me to inebriate me, but her hotness did
Ecstasy drained me into a sounding sleep

Wake up the morrow, I saw her draped up
Smile did she, albeit her pinkish culverts covered
Hangover of pleasure all baked up on her, I lost my smile
I dreamt of a better sight, albeit she looked like an angel
Thats when I realised,
You can't appreciate the beauty of a naked woman unless you dress her up....

I Smell - Adam Never Hunted for Eve, He desired Her

2011-11-03T21:23:00.000-07:00

In the past few days, I have been undergoing a major transition in my personal life. Realising what and who men are compared to what I have been knowing so far. I just wondered why are we so grossly mistaken by the opposite gender.

Men are emotional. Eventhough I hate to admit it, we have been pampered and tampered enough to get ourself to be emotional. I have had arguments with my friends, about how woman expect men to be a little less emotional compared to themselves. True, but then imagine how men have to undergo all the nonsense that they are put to. Without putting any pressure on the guy, it's so smiling easy for a woman to put amazing pressure on a guy. The latest mobile handset worth a months hard earned salary might look a pittance to a female but then her social status amongst the gossip mongers is more important than the thought of her man's needs. For this, and for the fact that we might be forced to get something like this done, we are forced to be ready to have all this thought behind our minds always. When will someone ask something? Ever wondered when a guy might have thought for himself. Leave the routine boyfriend girlfriend issues, even when parents speak this is what they say. Let him enjoy now, after this is that time when he has no commitments, after marriage he has to adhere to his wife's words. I mean are we play toys? Can't we have our own space? Is it so f***ing emergent a need to be in the limelight? If you are my girl, my wife isn't it sufficient enough to be the cynosure of my eyes? Why should the world embrace you? Is it so difficult to just live a life which doesn't torture us, so that we can be just what all you want.

Now if it gets too out of our minds, guys do speak out. This is lesser in the days of married guys, but then when it's just love, we guys do start speaking to our best friends. After all too much of nonsense shit dumped into our minds, we lose our efficiency, we get screwed at our work place, and you a mega pain in our back won't listen to all this and just rant, "You have changed a lot. You are not at all listening to me. Do you love me or not? If you love me, come with me now for shopping." You won't even look into the face of the guy whether he is tired, fresh, happy or sad, hurt or upset. You are amazing manipulators. We idiots are so soft hearts that once we fall for a girl, wee don't look back at all. We do whatever you ask for whether we like it or not. This is our biggest mistake, but then once it gets beyond a point, anything in this world has it's maximum capacity and it starts to overflow. We talk. We share. We speak it out, albeit to our good friends whom we trust. Not to walls, I am sorry to you females. Then, if you find this out somehow, you would be like, "Why the f***, are you insane, Have you gone mad?, Don't you have secrets?" you start pointing fingers at us for what we have done but why the shit on this world don't you ever get that you are the instigating force behind all this. Men are talkative but then we talk when and only when we are in a helpless and hapless corner to the people whom we trust and not to every walking thing on this world. We talk but never do we gossip. I know what all you people speak behind us. Sorry gossip behind us, don't you ever have the slightest of remorse for that? But you thrash us top to bottom with all the words in the english dictionary for that.

Now if this done, you still stick on. Why don't you move out if your so morally let down by the guy? Why do you still have to stick on to us? Haha, this is a mystery even the creator has no bloody clue. Ask him, all he would say is, "Dude Girls Man" and rest back in his bed. Do you just want the gossip to tell that you also have a boyfriend? Huh! if thats the case there are hundreds of guys who don't mind this, not us, people who are silent, who desire relationships, who respect friendship, who are warm enough to be gentle to even the most wickedest smile. I wanted to be your bloody valentine. All you wanted, fun, frolic, money and security. Come and get it if you like but then if I leave you half naked, don't even utter a word of bitchiness. Will you promise that? No, you can't because you don't mind blood on me but then I must be the one taking all the blame for the blood too. I just have one simple question. Are we dumb idiots to see blood, expend energy,m moan pleasure and walk off just like nothing happened? I desired you, I got you and I want you in my life means exactly that the three idioms I put so far mean. You wouldn't mind until this moment of truth happens but after that, if I start to take our intimacy for granted, all you retort is, am I your sex toy? Do you ever know how much it hurts when you utter those word? Do you think what feelings a guy has when he under all the thoughts he decides to really go that distance. Sheesh, you sex monkey and moron, find someone else if all you wanted was sex. This is all you have to tell me. Men are fearful souls, and we think a million times before we do even kiss a girl in public let alone sleep with you in private.

If this becomes a point of contention all you got to tell me, How much I trusted you. I trusted you like hell., You let me down. Look at these people. They never let me down. You are a hopeless being, you can't keep things personal. Hey stop the shit. Who are these people? Is there a guy in that group? He surely has to be there. So many at your back? Who lost the trust? Your double, triple and quadraple speak amazingly is the icing on the cake for me to have been the one whom you have lost faith and trust in. For a meaning, please define trust. I know how you would define it. Trust, is something that we need in a doll(read as guy), which is so lifeless, listens to all that I have to tell, nods it's head when I so desire, puts in all the shit, works for my well being(read fancy gallery), never speaks too much, never has friends to open the mouth to about what I tell and most importantly doesn't for even a second care about all the nonsense I do but should smile the moment I face him again. Refute it if you want at your own peril. Trust to me something that you should win from me and not take it for granted. Why? I am simply an drainage to someone like you, any shit full I will start overflowing but I can also be the never full pot to someone as pure as gold where all sink in and I lend him/her my hands full of support. You don't deserve that position when you have to put it across me the way you want it. Men are safe lockers with no illegitimate keys, but can also be a breached culvert if we desire so to be.

Tortured, tormented, we are the ones who pull the plug and get thrashed for that with your girl company. Wait a second, even the D-company would have had some pity towards it's enemies. You retards don't even think and have remorse. The moment we pull the plug we don't look back at you at all. It's very easy for us to forget you, but thats only when we know you are the problem. If you just turn us down for some shit and we loved you like crazy, even if you walk past us, we look at the side you walked past us and still hope for you to run back to us. Wait, wait, wait till a scent of you comes, hope against all hopes that you would come pretty much knowing you have moved in your life. A second guy, a third you keep moving but we sit in a corner house thinking about you, writing about you, speaking about you, crying for you, laughing for you and doing all the shit which you call emotional, churlish, silly just for you. Men are so bloody committed, that we don't even mind crying in public when we feel cheated. Under this commitment, Men don't cheat, Men don't double time, Men don't give loose talks and Men are so retarded for that one girl who might have smiled the first moment we saw, goes crazy loses his life, Men sacrifice their livelihood, friends, peace just for you. Men don't speak to other woman while being committed in a flirty manner but even speaking to you another girl is a sin as far as you are concerned. Men are fools to believe you. Men are useless in trusting you. Men are so soft-hearts it just bleeds the moment a slightest of pricks occur.

What do men want? A woman, who woos her man, every second that he is with her not by her looks or structure but by her mind and behaviour, her maturity, her commitment, her kindness, her love and affection. Men don't like being insurance policies of woman, but the moment you acknowledge that we are your life, we will go to the extent of even making your life a fortune forgoing our own. We just need that one person who all dressed up can flatter us with her life and heart and not her breasts and sexual apparatus. Someone with whom we can confide. Someone whom we will miss even if we don't speak for a second. Someone who is not a beauty pegant winner but someone who carries herself all by herself. Someone who doesn't enforce restrictions on us, which we can return with that same freedom and also self imposed restrictions. Someone who is mature enough to understand that all men are emotional and that they too can cry when sent to the extent. Someone who waits for us the second we return home to hug us, provide the warmth make us feel comfortable and also make us feel that we should take you to shopping even after a very tight day at office. Someone whom we know if she speaks to a whole lot of guys knows her limits and comes back to us as our girl. Someone who wants and desires to be family and not just a girlfriend. We don't hunt for such people, we desire them just as Adam never hunted for Eve, but he desired for her. I just hope amongst all the muck I have been through, I have hopes i will get that Eve of mine soon enough because I believe in woman and respect them from the bottom of the heart. A single black mark can never make girls and woman a prick in anyone's back. I know the girls also have your own points to refute all this, but this is something the girls should put into mind, the moment we guys are fine with all these points, just give us a chance, you our Diana's and us prince Charmings can show a world thats totally different from what you desire.....

I Smell - Emotional Sign off

2011-10-24T22:44:00.000-07:00

The long drawn yet the most boring and stressful home stretch is here. In less than three weeks all the mugging starts again. I know I am a major pain in many people's ass. Yet here is a small account of all the things good, bad and ugly that we as a small group of people have undergone through the semester.

At a very wrong time you seem to have gotten a person who wanted to fall with you, rise with you, jump with you, yet wanted all of the emotional sinusoidals to be within a restricted place. In the eventuality I got to know a whole new side of your attributes. Every coin has two sides, but I believed in my previous semester, the two sides of your class was very much a maligned sheenless smooth surface. I might have been a little mistaken. My bad I guess, but then when a guy's life has thought him more of the same phenomenon that I have undergone, I should have not trusted you people as on face value.

Fine, but then on the shiny side, whats wrong in trusting people? I wanted to be the following for you people

1. Your catamaran on which You could float

2. Your slipper with which you could step on even shit

3. Your anchor in case of a lost sea

4. Your partner in crime whenever you wanted to commit one

5. Your mentor when you wanted a light at the end of the tunnel

6. Your advisor when you wanted a shoulder for lying down

7. Your friend when in need of one

8. Your well wisher for your success

9. Your guitar when you wanted to rock on

10. Your dump yard when you wanted to dump waste

11. Your dad and mom for all those who miss them

I had no ego with anyone. All my aim was to show the nicer side of Engineering to you people. Did I do? I failed miserably and I admit it openly. I wasn't even able to achieve one of the mentioned above. But on an apprehensive account, if I had to really introspect on the reasons why this happened, I could come up with some reasons.

I was strict

I shouted at people

I threatened you people

I acted very weird

I curbed your freedom

I induced hatred

I complained

I bitched about your class

I ridiculed you people

I laughed at your back

Yet I cared for each one of you. In every instant of this, I guess most of you wouldn't realise what pain I had to undergo.

Strict - it was unwarranted but then to bring in a little decorum professionally for making you job ready your CIR wasn't going to do, I decided to do it. But what transpired, you people started seeing me as Hitler, yet I never gave up. Life is all about learning, meticulous work ethics won't take you anywhere. No company lets you people be nomads, voyeurs and eskimos. They whore you people till you wear down for 2 to 3 years and then paint you all over with glory. I thought I should inculcate that into you people a little right now, the professionalism, but you saw me as someone who imposed rules onto you. I was misunderstood not misquoted. Hence, I was not strict, I was professional but I was strict.

Shouted - again unwarranted. I know all of you loved VI, hey dude Viswa's class, we can be free. So true, I have realised how many people have become so frustrated now and wouldn't want to repeat those words yet again. But then let me put the argument this way. It's me after all who shouted at people. I didn't let you people face the brat from higher ups. If I didn't shout, then imagine the plight? I guess I did the right thing. I handled my class in my own way and didn't let higher ups handle it for me.

Threatened - Honestly, I cried the very day I told this in class. When things started to go over board anyone would resort to some sort of wordly threatening, just like in love. The boy cuts his wrist, girl threatens suicide. I just thought of the situation that way and never really wanted to do anything against your class. Now and then I had to try to get your classes attention and I might resorted to something extreme here. I am sorry, I have no defences against this. I am at fault for doing so.

Weird Actions - broke my duster, stood outside the class for 20 minutes, sat on the back of the class without opening my mouth, marked everyone absent for a day, set question papers which would have bored you. Actions speak louder than words. Ain't it? These actions to some extent have triggered both positive and negative reactions. Whether you like it or not, this worked. I am happy as well as sorry for this. Is this right or wrong it's upto you to judge me on a personal basis.

Freedom - I didn't like people listening to music in class, talking, writing record, eating, yet when someone violated I never told anything. Did I ever? So where is the case of me curbing your freedom? You might argue even if I wanted to go to toilet, I never let people. I am ok, but are the higher ups ok? I understand your problems. But will they? You will get fired, I will get fired.. Why the hell should this happen? Still there have been instances where I have let people walk off from my class when they didn't want to sit in my class. So where has the freedom been curbed?

Hatred - I induced hatred amongst you people. Yeah I did. I own my responsibility for that.

Complained - Yes I did, but that only when things got over my head and I was physically down. So sorry

Bitched - Yes I did, in the company of many faculties. But if I praised your class too much, then people would think I have gone mad. I didn't do it willingly but out of the company I had. Agains sorry.

Ridiculed - Whoever though I did, I am very sorry, but how many of you people realise I will be the happiest person if you become a big shot? I guess hardly one or 2. How many achievements of yours have you people kept it from me. I have never ridiculed people. Even today If i knew someone wouldn't approach me, I have approached their friends (your class definition seems to amaze me, so I would refrain from saying just friends but someone who cares) and spoken about their performance or any other issue too. If I had to ridicule, I would have not spoken at all. Even today I am the person going behind everyone telling you can be a 9 pointer or 10 pointer so work towards it. I am the one who handles most of the issues. Lab I have made sure others don't influence much. Even during placements, when most of you had issues, I stood in front of HOD and not let you people go do it. When most of you worried about clearing apti, I kept tellng go just sit in the hall, walk off with an appointment letter. This is where I knew none of you trusted me. Hence I didn't mind the tag of being the person who ridiculed you people.

Laughed at your Back - Yes if water flows out of someones eye when they open their mouth while thinking about your class is called laughter, then I laughed at your backs. I am so sorry for that.

All in all, this semester has been a big let down for most of you people. I have realised that I am an utter failure in being a prof, an inspirer, a motivator, an advisor and a friend ( i had my doubts about this since my 11th). I have learnt my lessons the hard way. Now I have decided to rather toe your lines then ask you to do mine.

Please but then honestly, my arguments might seem arrogant, I am again sorry. People you are all grown up adults. I guess I shouldn't be telling all this again. These 8 months you will never get it in life. How many of you people cried in 3 idiots or when you read 5 point someone towards the part where they struggled in life, got their jobs etc. I always do, because I know how I have struggled in life. Golden moments in life will never come back to you. You might be at the same place but you will never find time to catch up. 21 is the most ideal age in life for one last break up. But then the break up should always be preceded with the best time of the relationship.

This relationship is the one you have with your college. Not even a single college in this country or the world is extremely perfect. There is a generation gap always. No student heads a college. The person who heads the college see you as a teenager, because thats when you enter the college. How many of you still see beyond the age of 18? 18 till I die, Bryan Adams might have been a blissful sinner. Yet, in reality its 18 till it's 18. You have to move on. You people are all 20 and 21 now.

In less than 8 months time you will be earning your first hard earned cash. I know how it feels when you first earn your first rupee. Savouring that moment is really the moment you would like to die. The step change from being student to a working professional is the hardest rise in your life. Curbs on many things will happen. You have responsibilities. Your actions every single moment would be watched at, mocked at, ridiculed at, scrutinized at. Life is not an easy ride. Life walks a tight rope for the next 30 years. Ladies out there, your burden will be doubled up in some time, you can feign to shun the responsibilities but you can never run away from them.

Ok, coming to the immediate future, I have formally decided to let you people have your freedom, be free to do whatever you wish you want to. Viswajith has officially given divorce to his class. I have not given away any responsibility, but then I rather feel it's time you face the world by yourself. No issue I will stand upfront for you people anywhere. It's part of the learning process.

I realized I have been the Bommarillu kind of Father figure so far, but now I have released the wedlock. I am very happy at this point, but still extremely skeptical about how you would react to these moves. Frankly the last stretch of your roller coaster ride is here. It's going to be extremely emotional, stressful and tiring. You might not care about the person sitting to the right or to the left of you, but then when you walk off the gates, if a tear doesn't drop off your eyes, I will quit my job and will never be a prof again. Respect, responsibility and retribution are all awaiting you my wards, my friends, it's upto you to jump up and catch it.

Signs off now.

Your Very Own Hitler

Your Latest Hate You Poster Symbol

Viswajith.....

PS : your success doesn't make me proud, it makes you proud, and makes happy... I guess you would be proud and I would be happy in the coming years.

I Smell - Confusions and Contemplations

2011-10-22T19:59:00.003-07:00

Youth of today don't need to tutored for everything in their life. They are very mature in so many things. Parents are so confident, even taking into account the amount of pocket money they give their wards.

Admission in an engineering colllege - 20 lakhs
Annual fees for the engineering course - 1.5lakhs
Pocket money towards spending ~ Rs. 2000
knowledge gained ~ Rs. 3000
making the right decisions after all this - priceless

For everything else there is our father's pocket. Indulge in it.

But what are these right decisions?

Right from the schooling in India, students are more or less forced into doing so many things that one doesn't really want to step into. Why should I study Histroy at my 10th level when I am not going to use it any further. I don't remember what actually started World War I or who the allied forces etc. I mugged them and forgot them once I wrote the board exam. Why do I have to study a subject on Biology in case I am not going to take up biology in the senior secondary? All these are some questions I have always confronted with.

The most important decision one takes in the school is the process of joining a higher education institute. There are other decisions also, but I am talking about pretty much the educational side. The biggest problem in India, if you are not engineer but have an amazingly true and a huge lovable flair for another branch of study, you are branded as a person who couldn't cope with engineering. This is for the science stream in 12th level. Commerce people are better off with their choices. If I want to do pure science and have a passion towards it, is there some good institute which offers me an assurance towards a quality degree and a bright future beyond that? I doubt it very much

So the easy and the lazy way out fall towards engineering. Become an engineering graduate in 4 years. Whether you like the college or not? Whether it gave you an amazing experience or not? Whether it gave bookish knowledge or practical knowledge? Engineering today is not only a must but also status symbol. Enginerring has hence became a necessary but not sufficient condition for many a things.

Life once into this stage becomes contemplative. For no reason, every move lingers on parents mind what will be the placement that my ward will get after 4 years. I mean when the ward enters first year, in four years time he might be totally a different man, maybe good or bad, but why do one always put this question in the mind of the people. Once contemplation starts, comes something known as EEGo. Its the form of professional ego, named as engineering ego. What I do is more superior and I want others to follow my lead and not follow others lead. But then everyone has their share of this EEGo. None can be blamed but here is where you either fall out of thinking on his foot or firm up against the crowd to stand against it.

Here comes the confusions starting from the contemplations. The problem of contemplation becoming confusion is, everyone has their own interpretations of stuff. Like, I want something I interpret it to my requirement, I tell my pal the same version so as to influence him and this continues. Thus starts a biased chain right at the origin. Important decisions in life is taken that way. Who benefits? The guy who is influencing them all.

Fine here is someone who is doing it. But why should others follow. Thats the problem with youngsters. Too much freedom at an early stage, they tend to think in groups. Individuality is lost. Even silly yet important things such as choosing an elective, why can't one think on his own to choose one. If I wanted an elective, I can for some extent want a group of people taking it. Yet if no one wants it, but I want I should take what I want and not because some one else wants. Only question I want to raise, Is choosing the girl I am going to marry a groups choice? Or the car I am going to own a groups choice? Suggestions and ideas are always fine but then decision....

The problem is in India there is no where that someone gets an opportunity to live independently. Take decisions independently. Even I am a culprit to it. But then that was for one small thing, which I thought regretted then, don't anymore.

Contemplations and Confusions are the biggest villain when it comes to being an engineer. Engineering is fun, but it has to be bringing someones individuality. In India engineering is mugging up, fed up system. Thats why I personally after 6 years of studying in an environment which brings out my individuality, to come to an environment where decisions become collective, it hurts to see people not realizing their potential.

I Smell - Abbreviated Tyrannies

2011-10-22T19:59:00.001-07:00

What a commonality....

Abase - lower, degrade, humiliate
Zephyr - gentle breeze, west wind

Mathane, Butane to Electric charges, friction to derivative, ellipse

Life is characterised by stuff which not in anyway acts for the betterment of people but indeed scrutinize the poor souls. At the end of it, the laughing Buddha smiles so voluptously that mercenary of preachers are brimmed.

Zephyr did have an effect. It not only blew us off track but also translated into becoming it's hot export industry. Brain Drain they call it but have anyone given it a long hard look why such a thing needs to happen?

We claim to be the biggest democracy. Proud indeed. But why are we the biggest? Fine thats controversial. We somehow became, why dwell in it now? Ok, have we ever managed to elect the right people. Oh yes, why don't we. We elect someone but someone by virtue ends up winning. The policy makers are so jocundly selected that they return all those favour back with such a bang that you will never get up from it.

Nehru in all his right, wanted to start elite institutes of fame to propogate engineering excellence in India. For a major part of the history of developing they did prove to be what exactly they ought to be. But when complete autonomy went their way and started to have their own entrance level exam it went wrong. Birth of JEE forced people to study more for getting into an IIT just. The plight inside the campus is a different issue.

If that was not enough, then came the managers. India wanted them badly. So came the IIMs. Hence the existence of CAT. I don't what sins these people committed but the end of it all, you certainly would have had enough of it.

If thats was not enough, the export policy is simple. Mug a few thousand words, try vomitting them verbally if not atleast remember them. GREet yourself to a totally new world which scores your ability to mug up. Hypocracy... Whats there to learn? Yahoo, mug shit up your ***. You want to enlighten yourself in this pity world, but indeed your fallin apray to the abbreviated villiany, Indian Education System.

The popular belief when I did type this topic could and would have been something to do with the exams that I just mentioned above. But indeed, there are so many things leading to this piece of comedy that I generally wanted to speak about it. 10+2 structure is being followed everywhere. Thats ok. But at the 10th level no one really does coordinate geometry at full rigor. I had the experience of teaching a 9th grader from the US this summer, the portions for one entire semester was the introduction to trigonometry. The basics i mean. Something which we in India would study in 10 days of maths class in school. We stuff ourselves. Four boards of secondary education is something only a country like India can manage. Fine the central board maintains a uniform syllabus, but each state board has its own syllabus, marking scheme etc. Which means there atleast 30 10+2 level syllabi in a country.

Fine if the syllabi just existed. If that wasn't enough, each state has it's own entrance exam for higher education. At this level parents don't mind their wards packing off to become a resident student of that institute if it provided him/her with the best facilities. So if a student has to enter the gates of a college in an alien state, then he needs to prepare for that alien syllabus juxtaposed with the one he already has been studying for over decade now. If that was not sufficient, the books one needs to follow are very good pillows that one can actually use in the bed instead of the pillow to sleep better. Cotton these are coslty and also not of very good quality. So preferably the books would be an amazing head rest. Also legends suggest keeping a book under ones head, it will enter your brains straight in a bypass route. What non sense. Chronic Back Pain, a serious disorder in many young people these days are not due to sitting for long hours in front of a computer but indeed because of the sheer weight of educational matter they literally and philosophically carry on their backs at a very young age.

If that was the real aspect of educational ethics, the place where its being imparted have more or less become a commercial gimmick. If there is mutlistoreyed buliding good enuf to accomodate 100 people then it becomes an engineering college. Thats the exact situation now. Every possible way to attract people to their ideologies even without giving a second thought about the liabilities of the same. If you lack people following, it simple. Start imparting education, admit students, bring them to ur idealism, propogate it through them. But thats the second aspect.

Unwanted hype about working for an American company being awake the night over here in India and answering stupid calls from across the occident, now to live a shadowed life here in the orient made people realise the potential of engineering. There was a time when Er. X was as highly valued as Dr. X. Though Er has plumetted, Dr too has had a dip but still the fact that they save lifes still does safeguard them.

This brought in a revolution of sort. Sow of engineers in places where green revolution did become a hit. 500 colleges which provide engineering education in a state like Tamil Nadu alone. What.... India can have its own engineering ranking and include the MITs, the Harvards in its ranking system and say MIT is the best ranked in India. So easy and done that your actual nuptial life got linked with the education you do. Ans what not, people chased the IIT dream just for this.

When people go crazy about something, you always need strong gainer from all this. This time it was the coaching centres which provided top class coaching for IIT entrance so much so that they started entering agreements with schools to make sure that the ward never attends school but still can write the exams. Private tutors turning demigods. Money played an important role. People do succeed in getting into IIT but it becomes like a situation where your potato is half cooked.

Exam after exam, entrance after entrance, college after college, school after school. How many of the people would really love to connect with their schools or colleges just for it and not for the company of glorious 'idiots' they would have had around them there? My guess would be none, yet i am defaulter in that case for two places my school and my undergrad college. The burden of education is forced on people in this country. Students don't have a choice. You are compelled. Being a commerce student is less esteemed than an engineer from a private college which less esteemed than a NIT/IIT which is less esteemed from a MBA in IIM. Only in India do we say he is from MIT and he is from XAC if such a thing existed. So blided by faith are we that we abbreviate our aspirations into a small cocoon which never seems to open up to a whole new worm.

Education today has turned a money minter. The struggles and the different standards of quality education which I would like to talk in a separate topic, has become one shabby, hell of a nightmare that I lived it, people are living it and will continue to live it. We abbreviated it, we adored it and now we accrue of its tyranny...

The Yellow Line

2011-10-22T19:57:00.001-07:00

Ever since the ruling in India came that all educational matters have to be bright and yellow, life seems to have taken a unified change from the days of blues and whites.

In one of my previous blogs I talked about how education in Modern India had become a business, all matters regarding the basis of why we need to have education is completely lost. But those days could well become golden if you land up in the right place.

Fortunately my parents did land me in the right place. Not once, but twice and infact almost the third time. And also I have talked about how my current place of work, is a total misfit of all the places where I have been, all that makes me wonder is, there has got to ups and downs in life.

But it all started some 2 decades back in now a well known place named PSBB KK Nagar. This place somewhat defined my life. There is a small saying in Tamil, which when translated, 'Stuff which don't bend in 5 can't never be bent in 50'. So true to this, if not for a PSBB brought up in the first few years of education, life certainly wouldn't have been the way I have it now. This is an ode of tribute, regrets and what not of those wonderful memories.

First few years, I still have very vague memory of them. Just that a few people grew up alongwith me till a couple of years back. A few good men, who have been my classmates through my graduation, a few good men who have been my friends till date and a few good men with whom I don't have a great contacts but don't mind knowing them.

A bad year when I would create a scene for going to school. That was one year though. KG passed and primary school came by. Life started to change through a surprise of sorts. One fine day, from no where I was called by my Games Teacher, thats how we used to call our PT teachers in school, and asked me if I could throw shot put. I said I don't know how to throw. She said she would teach me. Ever since it was only this January I have stopped throwing.

Though not much happened in those two years, but I got introduced to all sorts of extra curricular activities. But trust me, I never got beyond a B, which translates to good in the extra curricular column till finishing up school. School anniversary plays, decent academics and athletics life was happy until the serious part of school life happened.

Higher secondary, the toughest phase of today's education system, which to me is the biggest flaw in Indian education system. But life was nice. Reshuffled class, new friends, a maths tuition which made me realize my interest in maths, sports took me to better levels, no more plays, a lot more friends and a whole lot more reach in school.

Life started to mature, in every aspect too. Swaying this way and that way was many an organ in the body. But there was no additional pressure from the school in the form of extra class, special class, etc. Never did the school give importance to board exams until the last few months of the board class. It gave me more exposure.

A vice captain, the joy of winning at a time when the victory was never in our hands, personal set backs in shot put, lost friends, new struggle, isolation and the sweet revenge to unknown enemies through leading a victory which never had to be as a captain. Achievements which I consider not as something I shouldn't be making a huge deal out of it, but something that define me more as a mature person.

Yet generally, going to what the school gave US as a whole.

PSBB was never the stereotype school in Chennai or in general any part of India. In order to not burden the students with the weight of carrying note books apart from the ever so many books that we had to carry, one of the first schools to start a file system came into being. A whole hearted development was the main aim of the school even if we didn't know then. It never forced us to do something. It never said tuitions were bad. It never practiced the theory of boards were important than your entrance exams. It gave us the pride in whatever we did. Being a PSBBian was a pride for us.

Little little competition between the two campuses. Knowledge in organising a culturals. Lots were offered apart from education. Yet there were a few regrets.

I travel a long way these days and see so many yellow buses carrying students from one destination to the school. Proud to be associated with the best in business but such small excitements never came across me. To have lost a whole set of friends when I actually seemed to get out of the shyness shell to make a whole lot of friends should have never happened. But that opened a whole new world for me. So many juniors became my friends which translated into the college days and even today where I have a special set of entirely new memories.

Life is full of lines. Red lines carry the most important ingredients of the life in our body, blue lines carry us across the city, white lines help us carry in the right path and the yellow line specifies the danger path. If the yellow was painted right, then the rest becomes correct. The most important phase of life was the most beautiful, regretful and full of memories. I took the right path at the right time and now paying the rich dividends back in the same form I got them.

I Smell - First Class, Second Class or General Compartment

2011-10-22T19:51:00.000-07:00

An MIT always envies us, so does an Oxford, and eventually even an NUS. But what is common to all of this is that they are videshi paathshalas, but they are sort out by so many desi brains. All want to have a piece of these harmonies too. An MIT pass out demands more moolah, in every aspect, than a UCLA pass out. That is Indian brain people.

But lets come back home. No one flies off for their preliminary education to all havens. All we do is strive to get into the elite institutes of the Country, namely Indian Institutes of Technology, shortly IITs. The constant question thus forth is, Are they Really the Elite group? Have other smaller uniots coped up to these giants?

Lets us go back a little. In our system of education, people always want to go the easy path. To be more precise, the long tried and tested path with flower beds in them. What is that? The answer is simple, study hard and easy till 10th, study hard and die till you clear IIT-JEE or atleast AIEEE or else let your parents die in joining you to the best of the rest. The largest organisation in India draws a huge parallel to this. The Indian Chik-Bukh. First Class seats are limited, and pay a huge sum to get one. Not all can afford this. Second Class, seats limited but plenty, affordable by most but still you need reservation. Lastly, the general class. Open for all, no amenities, no guarantee of a smooth finish.

When a train travel can be as easy and said like that, could education the backbone of life be done that way? Rise up for a second. Quality is the catch phrase. Hence, are all the faculty in IIT quality pershonified? It's a mere fame and moolah earner. The Indian education system at the engineering level is a big joke. Penance like study for two years, clear IIT-JEE and then get into an IIT, be a brat, lose focus in life and go astray. Suddenly a bulb burns, apply for US MS, fly off and never return to the land which gave you the wings to fly. So many people have talked about brain drain and stuff. Lets not go to that bore topic.

All this effort for what? The first class is privilege. Now lets get to the general class. Hard earned money of parents go to the dumps. Engineering seats defined not by merit but by the cash one is ready to shell off. 6L for ECE, 7L for CSE and so on. As the demand increases, as though inflation rises, the cash for one stream just jets off. Have ten acres of land, enough cash to build and develop a college, start one. Establish a name, spread the name, show off, then you make money like hell. After all you give away a thousand graduates to this world whilst you are graduation and hence your authority to do that goes unquestioned.

Ok, now that many a schools as the place I work is called have been established, what are they really inside? A measurement lab, I handle, doesn't have a single op-amp, a single CRO, a single function generator, a single power supply on its own. It's got to be shared. Engineering on a sharing basis, wow this thought never struck anyone. I do 60 credits, my friend does 60 credits and I am a graduate and he is a graduate. Wow! How simple would that be? Why struggle? Ridiculous. But I raise my objection, I am kicked out. I come out and cry, I termed an outlaw. To avoid all this, whats the solution fly off. Cowardly attitude I would say. But thats India for you.

Education mere business. Thats what it has become. Stooped down to that level. Indians are brilliant in every sense of the word. We make ways to earn. Who said India is poor? Look at the engineering colleges around the country and you will get an idea. As long as there is education, no one is poor. Oh My God, that indeed is one proverb which is literally true man. No one can term people with 'education' in their hands poor.
Ok, greed of every person is being used as fodder for the growth of unscrupulous people. Or the growth of totally 'principled' people. Both the extremes do exist and are utter nuisance to this community. But this topic was taken to show the plight of young students. The hardships they face. All this is in the preliminary stages for finding admission.

Now there are three categories. JEE cleared, AIEEE cleared, Paisa Vasool. Lets take from the general compartment.

Fortunately or Unfortunately these 'unlucky' people didn't have the luck to clear one of the two major exams. Ok, something that came to their help was indeed the state engineering entrances or the doomed universities exam. Ok all these are just mere money minters, that apart, people put faith in ever so many unwanted ways and apply for all this. Poor parents, they are totally ignorant about what they about to put their wards through. But one can't really blame them indeed. Their eyes are closed like the ones of the horse. Engineering means, four years, a degree, a job, income to wards, self support, marriage in sometime, family, and eventually pass the baton of the family pressure onto these young shoulders. God knows who formed this formula. This is the worst thing I have seen.

First hurdle cleared, second crossed, and now the kids are just pawns at the hands of the 'kings'. Some pass on safely, others are just crossed off in every move they make. What is an engineer, without any knowledge (practical) about how to make an amplifier circuit on PCB? Or a mould through foundry? But one is just shown all this, and they are given grades with the records they submit. Record writing indeed is an art, but that art alone can't fetch an engineering degree. Are these so called, 'kings' who provide nothing at all literally, giving the students a free way towards achieving their best? No. Curbs everywhere. Girls and Boys can't talk in campus. They can't talk in buses. Uniforms to be worn. Arey, stop it yaar. Are we in liberal India or the Roman Colossium? Nil Amenities, Nil freedom, how would that student an infinite engineer? Egos should be satisfied. No matter what the outcome from an engineering student is.

Did they leave us poor chaps who serve this country in bringing juniors like us up? No. Time. Discipline. Don't be friendly to students. Don't talk. Don't take coffee. Uffo, not again. This list seems endless to say the least. How would people really want to stay in places like this? No wonder I am thinking. These places are headed by people, I don't know they are nominated. No system in place. No checks and balances. Its completely authoritarian. Its autocratic. Totally frust, comes out a student after four years to call himself an engineer. Whats his future? Let's wait and look at it at a later stage.

Second Class.

AIEEE, the so claimed, easier version of the JEE is the next level. Ok, who claims this to be the easier version of JEE? The JEE people themselves. But one has to write this exam to know how tough it can get. Tougher than JEE. But JEE is for IIT so thats tough even if questions like what is the atomic weight of Fe3 appears in that, with options for answers. People wake up. Where are we headed?

But clearing JEE even if it is 10000th rank, one has to study in some IIT, in some course. Why? Brand IIT sells. Excuse Me, but where? I am an IITian, albeit a Masters student. I don't sell, not even in the 'market'. Its a mere myth. Idiotic Incapable Travesty, your life becomes. There is a whole wide world of life out there. This is where the so claimed second string comes. What are they NITs. National Investment of Treasured geniuses. An IITian is there in ZS Associates, Nomura, ITC, any big company MNC, and for every IITian you fill find an NITian. For the bachelors level, none of them lag behind in the facilities. But students, crib. They are students yaar. Without cribbing if there exists a college campus, then thats not an engineering campus. Quality of faculty might not be high, but people find quality through their work. Self support and self improvement biggest lessons one learns from their stay at NITs. Ok, why are these seond class passengers upgraded beyond a level to first class? Political games in India are a big event. Without them there is no India, by the way. So politics apart, NITs have reached IITs. Thats a true reality. So is the second class safe to travel? Not always. There are seaters and berths too. If you get the berth you are comfortable. Seating is going to make it hell. So the right choices have to be made. Life isn't such a smooth ride like on ice inside the campus.

Ok, do I atleast get the quality education I came here for? Yes, with feelers. Campus life restricitions. 'Poorer' strength of opposites. Cities in which they are located. All these are tough but life can move on. I draw my strength from the four years I earned in life at NITT. I grew with NITT. NITT grew with me. It was mutual. I sailed through without any major derailments.

First Class.

Ok, I have earned enough. So let me try for the first class. Ok I got a first class ticket with no effort. But was that comfortable and satisfying? Well, hell. Woodoo could have been better. Lifeless dwelling hotels, LAN for what? Infinite Internet access and websites such as facebook, orkut, are sure recipes for a doomed life. Derailments aplenty have happened. I went to campus yesterday and still saw the same old face who has been in there serving a 'life term'. Hello! Isn't engineering a four year degree? Oh Yeah I forgot. I was surrounded by people who have either been jailed for life, to death, for rape, for murder and for burglary. A few of these quite literally.

Still you manage to pass out in your legitimate time, all can't be smooth. You could have died a several times before you finally jacked yourself out of there.

Knowledge base might be an ocean there. But when several other factors like ego come into play, it's tough. For god saken information, one shouldn't be asked this question at your final viva by your very own 'guide'. How does your project work? That too after you have explained all your work.

Other student amenties might all be there, but ask the question and students to answer from deep down their hearts, answers will flow on the regrets. It's not all smooth sailing my friends. There are huge pitfalls at IITs too. If in IITs Masters level programs are not respected, what more do you need to look beyond. If IIT has to stand in the world rankings, Masters need to be recognised. But Btechs are gems, because they cleared JEE and masters only GATE. Uffo, bloody hype Indians are always under the cloud. Since JEE is a business in itself all these coaching clasees promote it for moolah. GATE still isn't a business, but certainly it's catching up.

Oh, realisationage... Make GATE a business, masters degree in India will be sought after. Cha, its a huge shame. We Indians are in shambles when it comes to quality engineering. We are nothing but small fishes in a big pond, rather than big fish in small ponds. Education a business. It can happen only in India. No wonder the maximum employing organisation namely, Indian Railways, such a mess in itself, Indian education system is a mess. No political will can change. Not even Mr. Kapil Sibal. Dr. Abdul Kalam couldn't do it. Only if we get out of the clout of these greedy businessmen, will India truly become the Super power we dream of being.

Hence with some astute brilliance, and huge moolah, you are a first class engineer. If, not I would go like the majority among the minorities, then I am a second class engineer. Arey, chalta yaar I am one in the majority, and hence don't mind being a General Compartment engineering Graduate. Hate IT......

I Smell - Down The Memory Lane

2011-10-22T19:48:00.001-07:00

This might be read by anyone anytime, or no one at no point of time. Hence I am giving a different start.

Here is a typical irony. I got a question, "What pleasure do you people derive from screwing us?" And mind you not long ago was I posting such a question on a somber day to a lonely person in my lab, couple of nights before my matek presentation. And you this conversation was with someone on the other flip of the coin not more than a couple of days back. I had a very cheeky smile at the side of my lips. I wondered why do people always have such a thought on the other side of the coin. I tried analysing to the pretty much available wisdom I have in my life obtained in the past 25yrs.

Not always can one believe the words of wisdom but in probability, it boils down to this. The nexus between subordinates and superiors in any field can do away with the obvious questions rising up. But today it's understood and open stated misconception, that teachers are always the masters and students they subordinate slaves. Yet, the strong force that students are people don't really understand the state of mind of the other flip so easily. I mean the mistake is on both ends. Environment does play a role, but there are forums which can be great levellers. Facebook for one instance. Even today I chat with my own 'friends', I mean my teachers but so many old timers even today oppose this. Whats wrong being that way? Worried people are gonna reveal certain important things?

No one is a Hitler. No one is a Mussolini. For that matter none can be a Gandhi. Yet being yourself isn't harm enough either for the society or the self. We are made to put up a mask to the situation. Especially when you know your the junior out there and there are your peers who inspite of their 'half full glass' try to push things through. Being on the other side is full of politics that India is reeling under the absence of it.

Teaching has to be preaching and not justifiable forcefulment of read knowledge. Rather it is got to be acquired wisdom that one can share and not reproduce. 80% of the colleges in India just provide the reproducable knowledge. When another question came across my speakers, I kind of felt "Uff! I don't want cough up here and let me answer something diplomatic". Had I previous experience then I could have answered it with acquired knowledge. So many issues play a restrictive role in knowledge base developed by a certain person in the life span of his. There are a hundred books dealing with a specific topic but to avoid all these questions you don't need a book but some quick thinking.

A little speck of memory from the other side can always pepper you with whats right and whats wrong. I am not a revolutionist but certainly someone who can think on the other side. If I could, why can't more experienced people? Whats bookish knowledge going to give people?

Let alone this question. Why does one spend hours sitting and preparing question paper only for the person writing it to comment, what a drab it was. I need have studied for it. Or comments such as this, "That time of the year when the teachers smile at the fact they know something we don't". No mug is full, yet there is a vast difference. Knowledge is something, one can't rule out getting from the other side. One has to be perceptive. But how can ones perception become increasingly more permeable? Huh, with Hitlers this world can in utmost cases be a well groomed morally stable society but certainly not the free permeable society with freedom of all kinds, understably the 'moral' issues also taken into that perview that a Gandhi would have wanted.

Ego, it's huge issue. No one is more superior to the ulterior amongst the peers. For once superior and ulterior is not defined in such situations ans thinking along such lines is utterly butterly idiotic. That pretty much holds good for both sides of the coin. Yet, at times I do respect ego in amongst the peers on my side becaue you need that for an organisation to be running successfully and in some sort of order. But thats over petty issues, it certainly doesn't matter. Whence someone wants to assert the might of a kingkong onto the lions, lionesses, tigers, elephants and the deers of his organisation then thats the cathostrophy thats bound to erupt. Ok, but does that mean those precious words can be brought onto the fora of animal kingdom into the budding plant kingdom? Oh certainly not.

A rose isn't a rose if you don't water it, groom it till it can blossom after which it earns the status it needs to acquire. But every bud is unique. A certain bee might have an affliction for a certain pollen, but can that be reasons to stride them off? No one is morally superior. Going to the brazen old days, some might have been that certain pollen only to have been stinged by that certain bee. And imagine that was when a cosmospolitan society which was unebriated with vodkas were the order of the day. But now at times, when a iPhone is a must to be part of a group or be the bee and the pollen to be considered a group member like the saying "you are either us or against us" many have to do a lot of things which they might not even thought of doing in their wildest dreams. Thats the ebriated groupiety of these days that people don't quite often understand. The clear sides get defined more so here, that on the one side feel the purity and the sanctity of such a bondage has been thrown into the gutters of the sea of feelings making it an 'uncooth' environment to take a dip into.

The more techno one gets, the more the bridge. Age group doesn't matter. How one beat all the rules do be one of the students of various arts doesn't matter. But all that matters you are on the other flip. At times I do wonder if I am an idiot still to make the transition from being in my left shoe to go into my right, but the more I think, the more prominent becomes the thought, why can't I balance myself on both?

But techicalities define them, I mean my moves. Yet just a ride a few months back, I have had my guide take the lab people for treats albeit with his family being represented. I work with people who are close friends of my teachers from UG days, but does that mean I don't respect them as teachers? People do know their limits, but at the sametime one wonders why such an unwanted demarcation? Even the bus I travel has predefined seats. Are these people untouchables? And if they score marks, what an ego? Cha, I hate this side being on this side too. On the side too I hated it.

But then rises another question, if I took up the assignment to be on this side and I say i hate it, one wonders why I am here. I certainly don't live by those archaic rules. I have my own rules within the framework of the Hitlers, the Mussolinis of the education world. Who on this world can proclaim that the activities of the students are morally wrong? I pretty know people can understand what I talk about. If a certain pollen decided to fall out of the line that doesn't mean every bee should force rules on morality. We don't exist if the fore fathers of this world thought about moralities. No puranas, no Geeta and no so many historical important events if there was a morality problem back then. Life has been designed that way, and it has got to be that way in the entire cycle that the life on earth has to undergo.

Spiritual writings dating back to many a million years ago, have dealt with every single move made my the modern man today. Hindsight might be the argument. But who wrote those words, someone on this side. How could they do it? They let their minds acquire enough knowledge and wisdom to pen those, they did it and even today its true. But how many of the words of those handling classes today including will the other side remember say 2 years from now?

Let alone two years from now. Placing components on the board is loading effect and dismantling them is unloading effect. Utterances from people who should half blossomed by now, shocked me and shocks me even today. But the filtered reasons for all this, "Building Strongu, Basement Weaku". And the answer to all the questions people ask, gets it's reply from such a silly but the most essential thought process.

Give the strong basics, concentrating less on the cultural and ethical morality of this country, you have stuck two mangoes in a single throw of the stone. You have done your duty as a teacher and also the preacher. When your side of the coin has a weak case there is no point in ridiculing the the other side. For all you know one day they might become the other side and you the wrong side. You could well be termed an advise, but all this is just suggestions to make a better place for learning. Great thnkings come from the most unthought of places, but any learning can be done everywhere.

So when I speak of my side, I should spare a thought from my past side too. Rather posting such questions, if one can think openly, they can derive such answers themselves to such silly questions and remarks. Its all about the right mindset. Seriously, this is the age for enjoyment but throwing too much weight on the enjoyment can make you regret in the future, when a rosy memory can be a thorny prick in the already pained life.

The other side tries to help you solve fundamental problems, only if you try receiving it. If you stay adamant that I go my way, no one can stop it, then you fall down the dump only to plunge further into the oblivion. Peer pressure is so a dampner that people can't think on their own, and unfortunately test of time is not a group activity. Rather one has to be beligerent enough to save their skins before a teeth claws into it. Then for the excuses you don't get ten hands for support.

Thats when the blame is put on the other side. Perspective issues of sharing the blame is never done but the bridge is only so strongly predefined. I had a very bad time reading a few comments about the course work that I done so, wasting hundreds of hours but one small piece of realisation turned it around completely. "For once I felt like answering a paper" was one comment I will never forget through my life and I am so greatful to that person who put through it. I have a lot of things the past five months, had jais for me, all heard news by the way, but thats not because I wanted a positive feedback. But people should realise their potentials and we as teachers are just people who should make them realise it giving every single stepping stone to rise up.

My first encounters with engineering was more pathetic than the set of people I am seeing on the other side, but then as days passed by I got to see the brighter lights. Yet alwas these question flirted in my mind but then I never tried to answer them myself. But when I take up some issues with my mother about my brother I speak as though I defend my case. Thats how much the coin has on it's two sides as a difference.

Whoever tosses the coin, it certainly has got to fall on one side for sure, but most of the times it's the students who fail for 8 long treacherous attempts but only to have the final laugh. The teachers ego of having won 8 times never seems to accept the fact, come what may they are going to come out in flying colours and maybe own a Limo, a Penthouse etc before you can ever. Thats why the fallout happens for the 8 attempts. Its a foregone conclusion that the 9th time winner is pretty much known but why trouble yourself to win 8 times only to lose the 9th so badly or lose 8 times pathetically only to collar up the 9th time only to ruin those wonderful memories?

It's not a sporting arena to decide who battles first, it's level playing field where both sides need to think a bit and apply their own piece of hardware for a better world. For that , one sides role back the memory lane should be dreamable and the other side has to walk hand in hand with both sides DOWN THE MEMORY LANE...

I Smell - Politically Corrupt & Congruent Hipocracy

2011-10-22T19:47:00.001-07:00

There seems to be no corelation between all the four words used as the topic of this post. Politically corrupt, thats simple, but a really shameful explanation for India or anything thats Indian. I mean not the people but the organisations registered under the companies act of 1956. Political Hipocracy? Thats pretty much what happens inside those Indian houses. Corrupt and Congruent? I simply feel there is no difference between the two and why the hell have it as two. But keeping it two gives more power to the statement. Ok simply put any combination that just too blatantly justifies everything thats Indian.

Now why does this come in an edu blog? Rather education is also an industry and once its an industry everything thats Indian applies. Simple.

The system is so corrupt with archaic morally less policemen, who think drapping them in coats will coast them above all self restrained salves who value education very well. I mean very much people who know I refer to knows who I REFER TO. India does have a constitution, and to amend it, thats a huge procedure. But for everything thats Indian, run by the true Indian, for the not so true Indian with some of the Gandhians like us, the new age Hitler's just upturn rule books like they flip over pages. One rule today, a totally different rule tomorrow. Leave the rules aspect. I have never seen a monstrous money gullible mouth yet. But I have seen them all.

Questions rise why? 5x3 hour slots of exam duty and you are not supposed to sit down it seems even for a second, can't just stand, but you have to keep walking all the time. Write your final exam, get a grade, willingly fail papers, appear for supplementary the very next week. To facilitate that, we are put in various levels of jails, and concentration camps to evaluate the papers. All this applies to the idiots who don't mind getting bashed up the entire semester working like herds for the self acclaimed, sorry specially anointed disciple who for one has not been appointed by following rules as the tip of the falling, frailing and fuming ice berg.

Mr. Rules Ramanujam, doesn't follow a single rule himself but takes every single rule related matter ever so seemingly Hitlerish only to have a eye strapped horse's attitude to his master. I mean there is no master, but this horse takes his position as the ring master too. Hey Mr Rules Ramanujam just one question, where is the rules book? I have no clue what the rules of this institution are. I am why the hell have a rule like a bloody drunkard for one person and a completely different rule for another? I mean does one need to show glamour in this Indian place to get any favour?

Ok. A feedback is the god like document out here. So infact the slaves "kudumi" is in the hands of the forgiving yet innocent faces who play mischief with life because of Hitler's influence. You start the day with Om... whatever to Namah Sivah... to Aum .... , i mean am I in an educational insitute or a seva ashrama where you intend to do service but charging a huge service tax on those who either willingly or unwillingly fall into your trap. Fine, if you have the little feeling to publicise your work, then its got to reciprocate in terms of the quality you put through and must be able to encourage those deserved people.

On what basis does one get a variable salary benefit? And yeah these people think they are above law and above all the elitest of the elite institutes in this world, I mean leave the IITs, NITs, IISc, they are starting to compare themselves with MIT, I mean the real MIT. Uff, god save this place. No I mean God as already saved this place and shaved it off all its glory by anointing a Hitler's disciple to head the monument of education just like the Taj Mahal, where love was buried to all its glory only to grow a thousand fold, here in this place education and the interest of education has been buried with a difference never to rise up again.

Hey after all people are humans? But is the problem truly top heavy? No not really. It starts from the politically downtroden. I mean, what ethics do people have to remark that people with experience lesser than them are in a better posting than they are in? Consider this, they are experienced enough after their master's to be there and you are a fresher after the master's to be where you are. If you act too smart, I mean what on earth is this. But the benefit of the doubt should be with them partially because there is no claer cut rules for all this. I like you, the management likes you, We don't mind you rubbing your ass off in the chairs, Take the promotion. We don't care what you have done for the betterment genuinely in terms of the educational work in this campus, I hate you, *uck off. Oh M.Tech from ASE, good good keep the change. M.Tech from anywhere else, you haven't done any good research so your M.Tech is void, so kindly vacate the place. I mean what the hell. Provide the facilities. Give an indent, a person who pretty much knows nothing about the worldy pleasure and just enough managerial talents questions you about the need for it technically. Then if he gets convinced and if they are so grudgingly ready to part away with a little cash then, they get the stuff so late that the purchase becomes void. And yeah, to all those qualified enough, you haven't brought in funded projects so your doctorate becomes void. I mean this is not something one can ever tell anyone. NAAC is the only goal, run a college for them, don't employ people, don't take in students. If you are still under the NAAC, realise you are not yet worthy of being a privilegded university. NAAC, I mean if this continues, and you want only NAAC to be satisfied, there is going to be a huge problem. Why would I waste my talent working for a Hitler who doesn't like Gandhians?

Every aspect of a deemed university where people prejudge and take positions including the custodian of rules, break the rules themselves but put up new rules every second for the next tier, want to morally police around with people who can't themselves stick to moral practises should never be in the first place damaging the life of a 500 strog student community every single academic year.

This is nothing but amounts to corruption, nepotism, favourtism, hipocracy and a politically congruent system which has its own masters, fixed slaves and very much a negligent morality. How does a guy before even receiving his doctorate can assume the post of the Head of the Instituition? I mean this entire 1000 word post is void when this question comes. Black holes, no one knows what inside it. This place is a mega black hole consisting of a Hitler, his few generals, the remaining few slaves and the really affected scapegoats. It's a mere politically corrupt & congruent hipocracy and the biggest joke to have ever happened. I just wished the Indian Education system revamps itself, brings in more accountability and more responsibilty to itself thus helping a whole lot fo generations to succeed in this country and lets be proud to be a true Indian and not the Indian that we are.

I Smell - Sinful Smile, Oh Sinister

2011-10-18T09:44:00.000-07:00

One fine day, in the never ending horizon
Your perfume scent me into a dizzy
Come running into my arms from the snow white denizen
Flutter, flatter, oh you flipper my own cardiac flicker
Blessed with bliss, you shower your dew drops
Little did I know, your white gold can hypnotize
Routines changed, you crawled over me
Tickled, oh prickled, I did fickle
Where ever your smell passed me on, I stood there still
Magnetism, it produced eddy currents on to my head
White Matter all became Pink, filled with the rosy odour
Grey Matter all became Green, filled with your leaves
Oh my Laila, vow you that little piece of white hardness
Show me your leg, I tell God for sculpting you
Mount Everest never seemed so wonderful, oh yeah so true
Plateaus, never seen them anywhere, yet you send me haywire
Black, drips of water fall, na na naaaa, a ride in Nile it felt like
Crazy, totally into you I stood still on ten legs
All good things do have a fall ain't it?
I fell in love, I was deeply in jail named you
All I saw you, run at the same speed as when you ran towards me
What was wrong? Where did the new Romeo make an entry?
I am in the middle of nowhere, my laminar nomadic impasse turbulence
You left me and went, that's simply all I know, in the house
Jealous? Didn't I pay you the bills? Credit Savings through the drain
Reynold's, oh why did he even exist, for you to spit out a carnage?
My eddy's, I turn ugly into a twined intertwine
Lost sleep, oh yeah I dream of your nudity and purity, ouch it haunts
Mount Everest, is tall yet, the trench of Marina is too deep
White drips of ice from the volcano, it tastes so bitter my lady
In your attitude, oh freakishly I am mad at you
Look back, run forward, sleep sideways, never bite the dust
Moon light seems so bright, sun seems too dark
Mistress, you are the miss of stress
Lay my head, swirl my hands, hang my neck
White matter looks so rigid, grey matter too plastic
You are a virus, oh no, even Norton couldn't abort you
What is my mistake?
What is my problem?
What is my crazy feeling?
Happy Dent's i bought you, oh they make me feel so dented
Vodka in the Pepsi, I hid my pepso confidentiality
Don't show me that ever again, ain't a profile photographer
Your calligraphy, has reshaped my cryptography
I close my eyes, I ain't like your face
It strikes gold, the diamond sparkle is so colgate
Sinful Smile, Oh Sinister, you poison ivy will you rest in peace.....

I Smell - Relationships, A Poetic View

2011-10-15T09:58:00.000-07:00

A coin does have two sides, so are your eyes too
God's creations are also of two kinds
A cup of tea can be hot and cold
The do-good-er coexists with the evil doer
Even the earth has two hemispheres
A dialogue is indeed two ways
Beauty in diversity, our world is an adversity
Little do you know, in difference lie the indispensability

Penance of a millennium, stays no close to this
Happiness of a mile, even half a mile long is bliss
Forge an interaction, oh yeah fascism would be fascinated
Blind angel waves her hands, I walk into the stars
Sadness and Frustration, the distilleries products
Remember all of them, will you let it go?

Walk a thousand miles,
Run a million can you
Fly a light year into the unknown
Deep blue sea looks pale enough in your rosy eyes
Twinkle will your mind in unison
Resonate will the world in joy, oh yeah in joy

Understand your needs, it gives you wings
Cry when you cry, smile when you smile
Lift you when you are down
Stand by you, when you are fallen
Trespass you when you skip past
Life rides you, so will you ride it

In the wake of devastation, the helping hand comes your way
Warmth of a hug, the cry of concern
Oh yeah, the moments of eagerness
Shouts of joy, rants of stress
What is life without any of this?
Android can never do the connecting people

The lip smacking feel, the chocolate drips
Frills, oh man they send shrills
Fights are part of the game
Failures are all part of the frame
Oh this bonding is just the pinnacle
Bitter, sour, sweet and salty, flavours it spicy

If I like a pizza, the other could a pasta
Italian, chinese or Thai, yet we both sleep in the same cuisine
Never look at the outside, the saucy inside might be slushy
Juicy feel, uff the glamour might be so insightful
Riders do creep in, ignorance is blissfully sinful
Give and lose, oh yeah, you need to be a loser
Lose it, let it go, you can tame the winner
All the sadness and frustration, step on it and revel

Oh, the ship is so sinking, yet we keep it afloat
One look in to your eyes, I see gold
Cherish the feeling till I die, will you let me?
Wonder if the wanderer could ever be conquered
I knew when someone held my hand, it was friendship
I realised when someone cried, it was kinship
I felt when someone took my hands, it was courtship
Yet when I cried hand in hand and spread the warmth, I was in a relationship......

I Smell - The Dead Man

2011-10-14T20:03:00.000-07:00

Guys

Am I a sinner?

Looks like, in this dungeon of darkness, a small fairy with the
smallest candle should never be present. If she is, then the darkness
would gobble up the light. Sadly but whole heartedly I tried to be the
fairy. The last streak of light has been put off now.

I am crying for all that I have undergone till this moment, till the
very last second... I take back all my words, all my efforts, and I
will be the next statue in the line of statues in Marina Beach.

I have had enough...

Am I the whistle blower?

Am I doing things which other people are jealous about?

I don't know. But I speak one word and I do what I speak. I am not a
Jekyll and Hyde. I dont have the practise of talking at the backs of
people. Example, even RKY, I talk about him in the open. You might
argue, I do it when he is not there in class?? Haven't I openly
criticised him in VI class?

Whats wrong in becoming the faculty advisor, the project coordinator,
moulding a few gems in this country? I don't get that point at all.

I trusted you people. What I am undergoing is the biggest depression
of my life. Thanks a lot for all that I am undergoing.

Oh what mistake I did? I tried you all as 72 friends. Not as students.
Age wise also it was pretty much that case. But what I got, bitching
about me. being used as the pawns for other faculty to take their
jelousy on me. What am I?? A stone to overlook all this?? No, Not at
all...

I am a human. A guy. Who falls in love with a girl. Plans to make love
to her and have kids. Live a life till 75 with utter peace. All I have
achieved thus far is, I have crossed 25 and I for a fact haven't even
met a girl. Then comes the falling in love. Make love. I don't want to
die of utter muck in my brain. Tears seriously drip from my eyes. My
BP is shooting up.

If you people feel I have changed, I am strict. YES! I HAVE. I ACCEPT.
I don't generally run away like this. But I have decided. Personally I
have decided to quit. In what way? This weekend will determine it. Let
all those who would be happy with me leaving be happy. And I know no
one would be sad. I Don't Give A DAMN! This is my life, and I want to
live it in my terms. If I don't get my worth, I have 100 means to find
my way.

All of you are just a passing cloud in my life. I wanted to make it my
universe. You can never become one. And I am serious.

I am going home.... Maybe never to return again... Even if I do,
Viswajith the soul will be left back in Chennai... What will come to
ASEB will be Viswajith the body....

You people are free birds from now.

The HITLER has fallen. And YES I M QUITTING... And I hate to tell
it... But again in what way?? This weekend will determine...

Cheers

The DEAD MAN...

I Smell - An Affair

2011-10-14T04:51:00.001-07:00

She was my lusty girls friend
I took her out, we spoke and we whored
Things seemed awesome, timing backed
I liked her, oh yeah she did too
We ate, we got drunk and we swallowed
Flash came a thought, i revelled
Darts flew from my eyes, it struck her
Not once would i forget it, we hit on
Next moment all i knew was i was in her hands
We flirted, we whined in and dined too
I lip smacked her with an apple pie
Oh yeah she returned it with her own
She was tightly dressed up, and she was revealing
It seemed like destiny
Oh yeah banana slid under didn‘t it
We were dreaming about destiny‘ child
Never seemed too soon in anyways, that was our relish
Soon the dessert was dressed up in the kitchen
She moved closer, i smelt her
I moved away, revealed the monster
Intermediate gap, a synapse was missing
Yet in all this, we both had equal share
Fire grew, it became a blaze
The bomb was dropped, the dessert was stripped
I was on top, the union on the bottom
Our intersection just proved
We were destiny and oh heah dont waste too much of bill
I revel those days, it was fun in college
An affair it was after all the pull ups

I Smell - Truths

2011-10-13T20:01:00.000-07:00

This is a forward from Fb... But I guess I had to name it an appropriate way. I have to admit I hate forwards but this one is too irresistible... Sorry and thanks to the creator...

‎** GIRLS PLEASE READ THIS **

HERE'S 99 FACTS ABOUT GUYS

1. Guys don’t actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls.

2. Guys hate flirts.

3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.

4. When a guy says he doesn’t understand you, it simply means you’re not thinking the way he is.

5. “Are you doing something?” or “Have you eaten already?” are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.

6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.

7. When a guy really likes you, he’ll disregard all your bad characteristics.

8. Guys go crazy over a girl’s smile.

9. Guys will do anything just to get the girl’s attention.

10. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend.

11. When guys want to meet your parents. Let them.

12. Guys want to tell you many things but they can’t. And they sure have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is drinking!

13. Guys cry!!!

14. Don’t provoke the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.

15. Guys can never dream and hope too much.

16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.

17. When you touch a guy’s heart, there’s no turning back.

18. Giving a guy a hanging message like “You know what? Uh…never mind!” would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.

19. Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands.

20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.

21. When a guy makes a prolonged “umm” or makes any excuses when you’re asking him to do you a favor, he’s actually saying that he doesn’t like you and he can’t lay down the card for you.

22. When a girl says “no”, a guy hears it as “try again tomorrow.”

23. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.

24. Guys hate nice boy!

25. Guys love their moms.

26. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.

27. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn’t mean that the guy likes her.

28. You can never understand him unless you listen to him.

29. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.

30. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.

31. Like Eve, girls are guys’ weaknesses.

32. Guys are very open about themselves.

33. Its good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don’t let him wait that long.

34. No guy is bad when he is courting

35. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.

36. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they’re not that much pretty.

37. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.

38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don’t need to give advice.

39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.

40. A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else.

41. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts.

42. Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one.

43. Guys virtually brag about anything.

44. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.

45. Guys think too much.

46. Guys’ fantasies are unlimited.

47. Girls’ height doesn’t really matter to a guy but her weight does!

48. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!!

49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl.

50. It’s not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they’ve been together for 3 years or more.

51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy.

52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he’s too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won’t be matured and grow up.

53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.

54. Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.

55. Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed pussycats with their girlfriends.

56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he’s sweating. You’ll probably see that he is nervous.

57. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.

58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he’s just actually saying, “Please come and listen to me”

59. Guys don’t really have final decisions.

60. When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him.

61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him.

62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.

63. Guys believe that there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong.

64. Guys like femininity not feebleness.

65. Guys don’t like girls who punch harder than they do.

66. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him.

67. A guy would waste his time over video games and basketball, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups.

68. Guys love girls who can cook or bake.

69. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!

70. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.

71. A guy’s friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage.

72. Don’t be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.

73. Don’t be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you’ll be surprised.

74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys.

75. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.

76. Guys don’t comprehend the statement “Get lost” too well.

77. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them more.

78. When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.

79. Guys don’t care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.

80. Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them, they’ll realize they’re wrong.

81. Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He’s just too stubborn to deal with it.

82. Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears.

83. Guys’ weakest point is at the knee.

84. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out.

85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things.

86. When a guy looks at you, either he’s amazed of you or he’s criticizing you.

87. When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance, give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance, ignore him.

88. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.

89. If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at you and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you’re with your boyfriend, all I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does.

90. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.

91. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you!

92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why.

93. When a guy says he can’t sleep if he doesn’t hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you.

94. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.

95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.

96. Girls are allowed to touch boys’ things. Not their hair!

97. If a guy says you’re beautiful, that guy likes you.

98. Guys hate girls who overreact.

99. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.

THANK YOU FOR READING :"> ♥

I Smell - Taboo

2011-10-13T09:44:00.000-07:00

Can you stop beauty being untouchable?
Can you pull yourself to dilly-dally with life?
Can you top the pleasure you repeal?
Can you win a lost battle?
Queries squander your freedom
Reviews eat into your flesh
Time and tide waits for none
Yet freedom in life, is only the ultimate one
Let it Go, Let it Go, oh yeah Let it Go
Who set the rules of life? Who wrote the book of ethics?
I am a man, I deserve being one
Old times and old ways ain't even definitive
The world has become iEarth
Yet we still live in the fascist times
Why should God create beauty, and a female?
Can't she be viewed a human? Detractors want distractions
Taboo
The world lives for this...
The world revolves around this, today tomorrow
Times will never change, time will never wait
Hope just the world changes??? Will it?? I guess thats the biggest Taboo....

Birthday Bash - Part 4 Special Picture

2011-09-30T23:59:00.000-07:00

I was made a comedy man
But I looked like a king ain't I?
Paper crown, the pompom fans
My own group of ministers
Special feeling ain't it?
Oh my lord I hope every year comes a 25
Oh my lord I hope this lasts every second of my life
Loved ones, I hope to have every day
Care about me, would they
Will I forget this? Nah I will cherish this in my death coffin
With tears and memoirs of that day, I sign of this small tribute to my friends...

Birthday Bash - Part 3 in Pictures...

2011-09-30T23:53:00.000-07:00

Countless seconds, weird expressions but a whole lot fun.. Who said McD can't give us that pleasure... here are some of those...

Enthiran Phenomenon.....

2011-09-30T23:36:00.001-07:00

It's been a year since.. Nothing more to say...

Thoroughly enjoyed it...

Birthday Bash - 2

2011-09-30T09:36:00.000-07:00

I know it's a little too late, but it's better late than never. I can't forget this month in my life. A whole lot has happened. But all this started a little skewed in the last days of the month of August.

August 30th, as I had already told was my Tamil Birthday. I had no idea of what to do for that day, but then I wanted to celebrate it in a special way. Apparently we give a whole lot more importance to the tamil birthday or star birthday than the actual english one. August 30th happened to be a tuesday. Frankly it fell on a day before a wednesday when there was something planned in the college. I was tired of sittin and attending the college or rather work fully without a small since the month of May. So I decided to take a half a day off.

From the college I headed to McD in HSR where I had the most amazing time of my life. It was just the three of us. We were munching food, joking around and lazing too. The photo pics were the one thing I won't forget. All of shravan's antics, oh how can I even forget it.

Talks about girls, TI project, and passed out batch, wastage of time and indeed placements, it was all fun. Fun unintended to say the least I guess.

But never knew it would actually spark of an unprecedented celebration for my birthday was something which I know is the biggest treasure I would cherish.

More to come in the next update....

Oh Lolita

2011-09-29T09:53:00.000-07:00

Romeo and Juliet wrote to some literature, love
Adam and Eve redefined to some scriptures, love
Lust swayed here and there through my life
Frivolous, things so flexible never rode my back
Blood gushed into my articles, I mean arteries
Adrenaline pumped up and down, even the road bumps seemed like silk
How will you look? Oh my dreamy fairy
Run I do, towards eternity, to catch your frame
Flame me up, roast my senses will you? I ask before I move
Mow, I the grass in front of me, bushes never seemed weedy
Heroine, you, I don't wish yet pray to be my dosage of heroin
Love I gave it a shot, puff it smoked me up
Alcoholic sprits, wow, it gave me pleasure
Lost I stood stranded in the modern highway, let in loose was I
The noose tightened around me, never dug myself deep
String in, stress out, I reveled in the relief, I let it go
Options, little did I think, I would fall into this treasure
Voila Voila Oh my Laila, Run will I to you
March On, sweep me will thou off my feet
Blessed will we rule this world, knowing each other
None can stop us can they? Approved can we
Matches are made in heaven, yeah we seek his blessings
Run around trees would we in retro style
Duets will be more sweeter, with you my honey
Directors, our parents will be so proud of this script ain't they?
Oh my Laila, where are you? I am out here for you babe
Oh my Barbie doll, your mystery has taken a toll
Reveal yourself will you soon? Can't take my pain any longer
On the look out, my parents are prowling towards you
You and me, it's me and we
Oh my dreamy Voila, show yourself my Lolita
Let our ancestors hitch us up, the string tied to fasten in
Hold your hands will I, ever so permanently,
Swing to heavenly bliss alongwith our family can we.
How do you look?
How do you smile?
How do you cry?
How do you talk?
How is your voice?
You are my sweet treasure, and provide my that pleasure to unravel you
You are mystery, Oh what do I know about your mastery?
Clueless I stand in the apron of the canvas of blueness
Feel like bananas, I need to peel you off, Na na na na na..
Oh my missing female, it's so fixed honestly
You ain't going away from me, never could you
I am yours, and your mine
Let's get hitched, witched, stitched and muddled in a cup of sweet wine
I am after you, Oh my Lolita... This is our life ain't it????

I Smell - Crushing Feel

2011-09-27T18:56:00.001-07:00

She looked beautiful, She inspired myeyes

Every look of her's was blistering hot

Diamonds rolled out of her mouth whenshe smiled

Cynosure to all her connoisseurs

She can put to abasement the wonders ofthe world

But ain't this the problem with usguys?

Hype, Hype and hype to a point of noreturn

Suddenly she goes egocentric

Her head swells with thoughts andfluids

If by chance you have an additionalfeelings, god bless

You might want to even disrobe her, butthats all you can dream

You have made her look really crazy forfame

By the time your mind has a strangefeeling

Some called it crush, gods knows forwhat reason

But I guess its all too logical in theend I guess

Your kind desire raises herexpectations up

All she desires is to make you her egodoll

Guys, don't we really fuel this?Retrospect

Fine, she might be your wonder

Yet, after all she is your oppositegender

You have a hillock and she a hole

Stick should only go into the hole andnot the hole gobbling the stick right?

Guys we don't have to let go this rightof ours

We suck up her bossom, we maker herblossom

Finally, our ego catches up when shesays, all guys are like this

What she means is simple, pamper me upand lick my lips

Forever I will suck your dick, yet youare my slave and not me

With the frame of reference the ladynever has changed

We guys get frustrated and realise ourmistake and do so

Finally the arrow pierces our back andthats our label

But how many chicks realize,

The exact feeling of a guy, we feelcrushed

Maybe thats why it was name a crush.

End of The Story

2011-09-25T10:50:00.000-07:00

She walked up the aisle as a youngster

Took my hand in symphony while we ballet

Ran into the wonderland did we, only to return a winter

My dear friend you threw one day into me a bullet

Those lovely days of togetherness, how would I forget

Days and nights we spent together, memories I treasure

Your smile killed me girl, so much my memory went off target

Your words flattered me, I lost my sense of language

Your dressing impressed me, I looked robed in rags

Your kindness drew me into being a wild dog

Your svelte looks, made me look like a dracula

You made me cry, you made me laugh

Your beauty, I saw my fairy in it

Oh my angel, did you become my dream

Oh my sweetie pie, sugar started tasting sour

Friends turned into statues, mesmerized I stood

Never seen anything so red, blood never saw your lips I guess

Those balls of brownian movement, white fairy fell for your bliss

God wondered how he created you, maybe he wanted to surprise himself

Those long arms, you covered them with silk I felt

Long legs, oh did they make you a dark passion for me

Strawberries would shy away from your beauty cheeks

Chocolate would lose out to your seductive face

Milk seemed dark next to you my honey

I got used to the sinful truths, my life started to veer away

Deep down inside me, I found you hanging

Ever did you walk upto me and kissed me to submission?

Yet, little did I know you felt the same for me

Day and night passed, I dreamt of you and you only

I never made a passe at you, but then I found you landing me a surprise

Girl, all was fine, until that fateful night i guess

Little did I know, I could unearth you more

Smooth and smooch, all became our life

Oh my white fairy angel, I saw the raw you and stood admonished

Little premonition did I have about what happened hence

Never once did I realise your parents never wanted us to be friends

Things started to go haywire, yet we still remained on track

When did you derail me? I guess I never knew when you en-trained me

It all happened so fast, so benign, I just see you and nothing else

The beauty in you, I saw my holiness go away with yours

Sway, in the ever glowing trail of your hair, I lost sleep

Thunder across in a Limousin did you, waving your hands towards me

Free hugs, I gave you, yet they all were returned with my lips getting white

Our ghetto, never approved of us, yet they loved every bit of the pouring love

Little did I know, I could face a road block

Fight and fit never was our policy, but parents thought otherwise ain't they?

Sleep I have lost, speech I have forgotten how it goes

Silence was eerie

Communications, rants became scantily

Resplendence your smile faded in glory

Until one day I found fade into darkness wholly

Phoenix does rise, ain't it my dear?

Destiny hitched me to you once again

Was I happy? Sad? or Pokered? I guess I never found that out

Within seconds the ashes flew across all places

My night sky looked cosmic fueled

Bulbs and bells all got their lives back, but not for long

Why Why Why do you have to fade away into darkness again?

I am a lost man, man so lifeless without you

Give me back my life, take my soul with you

Pretentious, I fall before you a sinned man

Is it you or me? Why this utter pain?

Abasement, oh my god, I can't take it once again in my life

Girl, I love you, yet I can't live with you

Girl, I hate you, yet I can't leave you

Girl, I beg you, yet I won't ask for another chance

Girl, I curse you, yet I have to admit I won't hurt you

Girl, I fell for you, yet I guess I have to leave you

Girl, I and you, it's End of the Story.....

I Smell - Layers

2011-09-22T19:04:00.000-07:00

Oh mama mama, my friend kept humming in my dreams
What machi, why you calling out I asked?
Sleep talk I did, but little did I realise that he was singing
He kept ranting it, I kept myself fighting to sleep
Premonitions I had that some invader is coming over
I never knew what vitamin was needed for black river
But after this invasion, I realised that he his not a creator but a destroyer
Whatever vitamin shots I gave myself, he comes up with some killer
From nowhere comes Oh Maha Zeeya
So fantasied the entire community started humming it
As if the guitar got strummed a little extra echoes filled the air
Till then I never knew a word like Zeeya existed
Britishers found this phenomenal, for it was in Oxford almost instantly
I was like, what the hell, oh my god
It was so gripping that the octogenarian next door wanted to be the girl next door
All dressed up, she started to hum it.
Her son promised that her asthma would get cured if she utters those golden verses
Next moment, the Oh Maha Zeeya got replaced with cried of Aiyayo...
This fueled him more
The destroyer came with better compositions which even today rank among the best methods of suicide
Xerox machine in this world never copied CDs
But his synthesizer better Canon's and did that
You have a good rhythm all you need to do is morph it with some english name and give
Full on gibberish you want to learn, listen to him
So many years there are people who go crazy about him
I guess I am a little biased but I come from an amazing musical legacy
I hav lost countless hairs listening to the rants of vomits from victory king.....

I Smell - FRD

2011-09-22T04:47:00.000-07:00

Why did god want a hole?
Wasn't he satisfied with letting his pleasure hang?
Why was he so obsessed with mountains?
Plain fields aren't green enough huh?
Why did he let black rivers become back waters?
Ponds weren't enough for him to swim is it?
Curves did you ever want to try geometry?
Curses made blood sucking dents in our purses
Who is paying for it oh lord? Me or you?
Who cried the world didn't grow?
I guess even now it's the same gratifying truth
You created them, and crated our lives
Only good is that we need not be gay.
Being gay and happy is far better than your other creation.
If you wanted to a smoochy pie, an american pie would suffice
Have a problem getting it? I will ask Obama to parcel it
He needs votes to stay in power anyways and your mistakes you can influence
Why did you make them beautiful?
Why did you set virus into our peaceful brains?
Why should you bring apathy to our lives?
Fine, we come to a truce
I befriend your mistake
We fb, text and also chat in this modern world
Gosh, little did I know, I was just one of the hundreds with whom she courted that
Also ran? Am I? I am the stiff master baby
But what the fish, I have to wait for my turn to taste pulp in the pussy
Oh Lord if you wanted to the hole you could have kept it with yourself
Ain't you?
Little do I know she chats with my friend
Their intimacy she tells me...
Why the hell would she have to do it in the first place?
Whatever she did! If she did she trusted me right?
Oh God please will you reply to that?
I keep it a secret but in some instant I would have shared a thing with my friend
That asshole goes to her and flirty vomits it.
She blasts me as if she is a virgin mary
Even the apple pie would have given me better pleasure ain't it?
Court manners return and I keep it courteous
Yet, after every thing that happens then she hurts me
Shoots me with a gun. Why wouldn't even she realise?
For a mistake she did, why would she blame me?
I am perplexed... I feel like blasting her
But wait...
Am I dumb enough to waste my energy on a pie not worth?
There are hundreds of holes and I shall begin my hunt for the next
But again God did you ever want to spend your creativity on something dumb?
What pleasure you have in watching a shaft fight it with a hole?
It's worthless dude... Wake up...
Change the world else we will change you...
And yeah truth is sour but female's are dumb... (FRD God)....

A Tribute to a Legend

2011-09-16T21:32:00.000-07:00

Defiance, I used to ask what it meant
Courage, I used to ask what it cost
Deliberate, I used to wonder what it was
Leadership, I used to look up to someone for it

Patience, I wished I had one
Team work, I figured it was a tough nut
Defeat, I took it not the way I should have
Yet logic all defied in god producing you India's proud son

When in adversity, you are my university
When in battlefield, you show me to maneuver minefields
When bombarded with bombs, you showed panache
Yet you weren't our Popeye, who had refills of spinach

Style was not your gift, artistry was never your USP
Finn to the fence, talent to the defense
Loyalties never showered you, not once you lost your bonhomie
Day in day out, year in year out, it was a sedan ride

The God was the ultimate
The Prince was the show man
Artists around you had their own claim to fame
But you the protector at times did put all to shame

Selfless service did you render
Your touch in the middle all but tender
Heavens open up to see you meander
Even the almighty would have lost to your blender

The Fortress stood tall, decades not one but two
Catapulted, you revered in a Columbus trail
Lands never seen did you capture
And it all started one plain summer afternoon in Lord's own backyard

Princely states, Godly unions
Even Nawabs were your friends
Elegance always matters and did you show, the fanatics
The world beaters was your butter
Master de Chef, were we is such an awe for your delicacy

The land of surprises, and crazy fans will miss you
When in glory, you taught us to be demure
You have your own detractors,
But without the safety of the Wall, even the Gods, Princes and Humans cannot live....

I Smell - Controller Configurations...

2011-09-14T22:34:00.001-07:00

Oh Yeah! It's September
Three Months to go, cometh December
Aye! Aye! Aye! Cometh the gift
Oh Santa you wonderful twist
I prayed to thou, will thy answer my prayers
Time flies ain't it and morrow is here
Wake up do I, enticed by your trust
Deliver did You, much to my disappointment you did
Weeped, I did, distraught I stood

Cried out loud, but you never turned up
Be satisfied with what you have is all I get for a reply
Nowhere to hide, I confide with my mom
Read my mind did she and queried
Understood my need, so she fulfilled my desire
Pleasured and Surprised I stood,
Settled and Happy I continued my celebrations.

I Smell - Where is the Phantom...???

2011-09-14T22:33:00.000-07:00

Corona Discharge Never Amassed me
Cellular Organisms not in a second scared we
Early Man showed us the way
Stars twinkled to morph diamonds within
Electrons charged shells for even Shiela to Dance
Aal izz well became our new anthem
To gun down all our evils we searched a new phantom
Pink Floyd become our idol
Humpty & Dumpty had other ideas, they sat on it
Homicide is banned, whilst we signed genocide
Fortress was breached, bullied we dumped

Impress we threaded, broken lines we gulped
Lullabies we sat through, mom's love ain't we yearned
Oh thou master, relieve us of the pain and sins we earned
One and two makes, yet we are two and our one
Kid named education, it dwindles our imagination
Children, oh no they form a big cauldron
Run we did to the ever visible horizon
Harijans, we stood right in the Caspian

An apple a day kept the doctor away
An apple with us kept us alive and sway
Yet another apple gravitated our misery
Now the custard apple is all pined into our sorcery

Life is a globe and globe is a gamble
The game we play is what a monk's mom loves
Hookah we smoked, it seemed practical
Abysinth we smelt, the dreamland felt theoretical
Relationships we bonded, the oranges tasted sour on examining

Two shy of a golden jubilee, we stay alive
Closer to the end, on our death bed we survive

Peaches and Speeches never shake us

But a smiling assassin in you scare thus

Leave us, Leave thou, Leave thy, Leave now

Freedom we Desire, walk we aspire

All roads lead to Rome,...

STOP!!!

Haha! All roads lead to Rome

Hence so far roads in life leads to education

My wards, Pink Floyd is nice to hear

Even that would be out of pedagogy I swear

Roses are red and grass is green

Education is the rose and frustration is the grass

So can't you live without blood and skin

Read the above lines, they all are akin

You Pray to Detonate me

Mellow down our pressure if so desired could we

Educated by an educator is education

What next? Please figure out your destination

Kudos, life is short, pearls of breathe is fading away, enjoy it!

I Smell - SWOT

2011-09-13T09:20:00.000-07:00

Strengths :

Friendly with students and understands their mindset a lot better than my peers
Varied knowledge spheres so can easily relate to each concept with examples from physiology in the field of networking
Doesn't believe in text book teaching one bit
Been the most irritating student to my professors, so understands restless people body language
Being young I connect more like a friend than a faculty.
Have enough extra curricular achievements and experience to deliver the same to the students when needed
Can make the classes relatable to the students sitting in the class, with live examples.
Can surprise anyone with terrorizing papers..
Doesn't mind spending out of my pocket for students project.
Doesn't expect my name to be the first in terms of getting a name for anything good done. Gives credit due to each one.
Doesn't mind treating anyone.

Weaknesses :

Too lenient
Short tempered
Over reacts to somethings when mind is not clear
Addicted to FB
Needs to have fun always.
Lazy
Unclean with papers around me
If doesn't like a particular thing, assigns it to others to work on
Easy go policy for everything I do.
Expects systematic approach to everything even with the students
Gets angry if projects don't move inches even after working for it for like 100 hours
I am a slow poison
Have 100 different faces that I can show to 100 different people. So I cant judge what face I am having to a particular set of people.
Looks very deceptive but a mega criminal in mind.
Doesn't mind failures in research.
Doesn't mind throwing cash for all the unwanted reasons.

Opportunities :

Here to make new friends
Can grow my contacts
Keeps me in touch with education.
Relishes in getting educated. Looks forward to learn from even the students
Make atleast one proper engineer in the country of India
Explore new horizons and venture into new zones
Become the selfless model of wisdom.

Threats :

My closeness to students
My laziness
My leniency
My mind
My state of mood
My urge to have fun
My laidback nature
My ego
My envy
My jealousy
My crude mind
My crooked mind
Too much knowledge of history
Too much extra curricular knowledge
My field of interest
My Masters Degree
My bachelors degree
My birth as such to this world
My job
My career
My insecurity
My emotional attachment
My loose ended knowledge of facts
My diversions in life
My interest in drama
My interest in poems
My interest in movies
My urge to have a girl friend
My aspiration to get a future soon
My kind heart
My slushy brain
My question papers
My answer paper correction
My half baked ideas of the subject
And lastly among a whole lot more points, my college bus...

Essentially I am faculty who is unfit to be one, unstable in mind, loose in heart with no aim in life, lazy to work his ass off, wants to be friends with a whole lot of people, creates head ache to others and finally has fun in what he does and draws pleasure in being a terrorizer... :P

Birthday Bash - Part 1

2011-09-09T06:23:00.000-07:00

It all started in a subtle manner. In India especially down south, the stars are given amazing preference. So on the way back to home from a generally busy day at college, in the bus after all the comical stuff that goes on, I get a call around 530Pm from my mom. It is a unusual time that she actually called me at. Unusual because, I am used to calling her ever since my Agate days at around 8 or 9 or 10 Pm.

You would really feel awkward when your mom asks permission to speak to you over phone. That just reminds me of the fact that I have grown old enough to have my own work schedule. When she put a question like, is this the right time to speak to you, I was like yeah go on. Just then she said, today is your star birthday, and many happy returns of the day, aasirvaadhangal (Blessings). This moment brought a smile onto my lips voluntarily, I guess my subconscious mind was always waiting for this day.

I said thanks. The first thing I do after coming home, I tell my aunt that today is my tamil birthday. I was blessed, the tiny tods at my house all ran upto me to wish me happy birthday. Then I took blessings of my grandpa, and started the most weird wishes I ever got for my birthday.

My aunt goes, "So you are 25 now, so adutha porandhanaal (next birthday), will it be a thala porandhanaal? (the first birthday after marriage)." I didn't know how to react to such a wish, and all I did was "I don't mind.. :P"

If this was what I expected to be the last weirdo wish I would get, what transpired from August 30th to September 5th, was one crazy week of ultimate madness.

I can write it off, but I wanna start my new series taking a small break from the I Smell series to which I will get back once this is done. A series of poems, narrating a the stories. I hope I can time pass this weekend with this work...

All those who follow my blog keep looking out for this space until next post comes up...

I Smell - TamBram Stereotype

2011-09-03T19:45:00.000-07:00

Oh Oh No my son, you are not supposed to do it
Your universal aunt might comment on my back
To the virtual prying eyes don't you have a better job?
Why in this digital age, are we tied up? Don't we have our freedom?

What's wrong with the detractors words?
Ouch, what's sour is sour, are we sweet or sour?
More questions than answers, we get.
Why the antics and what are we going to achieve out of this?

Prisoners of communal commitments, are we youth
Depressed to heights of glory, the petals do start to wither
Even a rose does have petals and thorns co-existing ain't it?
Why can't humans live a life just like that?

Doubters, haven't you done the same in your young ages?
Oh yeah, you would have had bigger doubters then
Jealousy, sheesh, even after so many years you have jealousy?
Uff, this ball of blueness is going nowhere when you have back-burners

Morals are for morons, self control is for humans
Why doesn't the doubting Thomas' trust the current generation?
In the metro world, your retro ideas all don't co-exist
There are so many things running in a modern mind, why prejudge it?

Emotional blackmail, uff totally screwed up this society has gotten
Golden rock melts, with the pushy attitude of you people
Why? We are understanding that without you people, we don't
The gossip mongers why don't for once look at your own work?
Protocols and routines to be followed are just too annoying

Why this chain around us? Can't we think on our own?
Can't we live our lives the way we want it?
We do know our limits, even an iota we won't cross it
Is the modern age a threat to your ideologies? I guess not

We ain't no terrorists of your ideals
We are just a little off the protocols
All I ask is let us that freedom
Why you stopping poor souls for your ego?

Is that all? the difference between between you and me?
You are making, our own detractors, they are not born
Things can't stay long like this
We know to groom ourselves, and uphold your ego too

It's time answers come about
If you can't justify, kindly let us our way
You want to stop us farther, our actions might be forced
And we can't live without you too... Radical thoughts need to brew
Else, the worls will become a stage and we mere artists.....

I Smell - Tequilla or Shakeela, All I know is my life Screwd La...

2011-08-27T01:46:00.000-07:00

"Oh, ouch, look at him, he's so prying on me dear", opens Akshara while having a largely voluptuous walk on Brigade Lane. "I don't think so" slaps Nisha with a stern answer with a rye smile her on side left dimple. "Now sweet heart, he is looking at my flabbies", Akshara, wanting to pull in a small victory over her friend Nisha.

"Ok! Chal Let's go for Shopping" Nisha forcibly pulls Akshara off with her. Upset with this move of Nisha's, but not being able to reply back, the two walk of trying to have a peaceful talk. What actually happened? I am the guy who they are talking about. Hi I am Viswa, Akshara's husband of 5 years and this is how love story began it's wonderful journey.

The same day five years ago, I was right on the CCD corner of Eva Mall waiting for an auto. An angel descended the horizon from the deep crimson, oh no actually two of did. Or was it devil personified? Five years down, after hitting on one of them, seducing her, marrying her, having two wonderful kids, I still can't figure it out why I am still asking this question. The place I won't forget ever in my life is Anurag Wines. The spot right opposite where I was standing. Akshara and Nisha were standing under that banner of Anurag Wines. Whats two girls got to do in a wine shop? Oh yeah nice question. I will quiz her.

"Honey, what was on your agenda when you and Nisha were at Anurag's spot?" quizzically question her.

"Bossy, thats our mark of friendship." answers the usual smart ass female.

"Oh! I am bulbing, may I know it with a little more clarity?", feigning my bulbing.

"I wanted a shot of tequilla and she came about with me." answered my batter half and went away for the work in the kitchen.

I guess thats why, I am so pissed with that thing.

Shifting back 5 years, Nisha pulles Akshara right into the road leading to Garuda Mall. Nisha opens her mouth, "Look at the buffoon, looking like a ginger eaten monkey and starring at us if we were Martians." "Huh honey? he is soooooo cuteeeeee!" I heard Akshara relent. Standing like a retard in the middle of the road I was smiling as though I was on top of the world.

As Nisha and Akshara enter Garuda Mall, they chance upon someone from their class. Madhavi, best described by my wifey as the "Atchaya Paatram". For all those who don't know what that is, its one of those holy things which never fills up or stops giving. Essentially these girls, I mean Aks's friends have something against Madhavi.

"OMG! look who... Love, I can't believe my eyes. I am fainting." frantically panted Nisha. "Oh yeah, Garuda lost it's sanctity as a mall" replied my girl. All this while I supposedly follow these two beauties. Man they were so heavenly figures from the backside. The girls could not sense me, and one might wonder why? Simple, I do not use Axe.

In Garuda, these two girls, while giving such an amazing introduction to Madhavi, were so strongly worried about what Madhavi was doing in Garuda. "Oh hey look at the bitch! OMG wait a second why is that loafer here? And OMFG, he can't be, he can't be. This Shit can't happen in the world. Look at me, I am so useless. I am a 6 pointer, has looks, dresses sexily, is freaking open to people and had been booked. I am a loser. This shit scares me. I won't get a life at all. This is the end of the world", the endless verbal dam of Nisha got opened.

Stunned by the retort and the actions that just took place in front of her eyes, Akshara, "Save men in this world. I feel like hanging right now." Frankly there was nothing that the two should have made out of the situation.

In a flash before I realise, Nisha picks out Samsung Galaxy phone and calls up another gal pal. Ask why a pal and not a friend, Akshara would reply exactly these words. "Girls can not be friends with girls. There is a very hard competition for the best piece natural dildo. And hence, there is a race to it. Even if it's like beating the best friend."

Stunned by all these thoughts I go back to the scene in Garuda. Nisha's rant starts once again. "Babe listen. I, no we, ah no I, no no we. Yeah whatever. Paataram was spotted hugging a smarty. And the worst part, we thought he was hitting, no no I thought he was hitting on me... Chootiye, this female ruined my day. Loser why does she ever want a guy? Why can't she just marry of the books and produce more books. Why should she ruin my life? Bitch, Lousy Parasite. ....." The verbal abuse went on for 30min. Most of the times, Akshara got the surprise of her life too. Here was one female who she thought was the babe of her life, but then she starts to tell all the feelings that she thought was not there.

Madhavi and I spoke for some 10 minutes and she left. I went on the CCD in Garuda and ordered an Irish Coffee. Just as I was sitting and sipping the coffee, Akshara walks upto me and candidly asks if can sit. I did oblige. "Look, I don't what you were doing in the road, but I saw you checking me out." Akshara starts. I interrupt, "Yeah, I was trying to check you out thoroughly. I know you through Madhavi. So just wanted to.." I was stopped. "Fine whatever, you checked me out only na?" she put a surprise. I was like, "Yes". Like a laser came the next question, "Not that lunatic for sure right?" "Excuse me whats your problem?" I ask her again. "Bossy, just answer will you?" she started that word right then. "Yes, you and your ....." I hit on her for the first time then.

All satisfied, and smiling, she left with a note, accept my friend request on fb.

Knowing all this was a work of someone crazy sitting heavens above, I enjoyed moments of it. This was until I realized what deep poop i was getting after some 5 days. The verbal rants just started.

Akshara, using fb as a tool started very much hitting on me. I loved every moment of that. One fine day, when everything was going on fine, it was time for getting to the serious part of studies. Nisha by then had become a good friend. These two always bitched about Madhavi. I knew essentially, it some muck I was getting into. What exactly, I had no clue.

PS... : more to come... :P

I Smell - Rustication

2011-08-25T07:04:00.000-07:00

When I started typing this, I had a different mindset, but today a fortnight well into, I still have the same mindset attacking me in a different form.

Being true to what you want, is it a sin? Falling in love with something is it a sin? How many more days am I going to answer such a weird question?

I decided to die for not getting what I wanted in my ED in the first year. I ended up jumping up and down in the cordoned area to escape being arrested.

I decided to die for not being able to connect to my friends in the second year. I ended up getting more contacts than I ever thought I would end up with.

I decided to die for not being able to do anything in the summer vacations in my third year. I ended up getting more work done in a span of three months than a summer.

I decided to die for not being able to come out of Class Rep post. I ended putting an amazing drama to show case my acting talent to my professors.

Amongst all this hue and cry for death, I have been passionate enough to do my work straight. I have been straight forward in what I want. I have achieved what I wanted. Albeit, it took time.

But today, I have failed. In what? In something I am good at. What is that? Connecting with people. I miserably failed. I am the biggest failure.

Is being selfless wrong? I hope not. But I failed. Too much into this muck, I put myself into. What I have in my mind right now, is a total lack of motivation.

Fortnight back, it was worse. I almost resigned my job without any thought process.

Whats my failure??? Whats my problem??? Basically I don't deserve to be what I am. I accept my fault. I am going to start to find a new path, a new horizon, where I can find myself a place where I belong.

And I am waiting for these words more than anything now, "Dude you are RUSTICATED... " !!!!!

I Smell - Caffine Drips

2011-08-04T18:59:00.001-07:00

Its dusk fall and its brewing
Brownie eyed nuts, drives me
Hot, hotter and hottest, vuvuzela sounds
I dont miss a beat, song rolls on
Brown all the way, black comes in
Its not vodka, yet its stain stays with me
Oh yeah, puts financials strain too
Whats left on the menu, the owner might have to wonder
Am i addicted?
Rate at which i visit a cafe, should say yes
Blood is lot more dilute, or irrevocably transfused
Hope i get a full stop.
Else, i should be having caffine drips in icu.......

I Smell - Na I Cant Smell Only... :(

2011-08-03T18:37:00.001-07:00

I put my thrust in you to trust you
Pushed as far as it can go
Thats all I could do, oh you iomanip
Bling, like a superhero you minted words
Love art to strike thou shakespeare
Yet I am a nomad in eastern hemisphere
Great mind, yet i attenuate it
So far away, this is how I am reminded
December flowers, yet august occasion
What crap, I didnt understand those words
Hey yeah juliet, when romeo is here why fear?
Yo! How can you be serious when you are being funny
It‘s been a while, tumultous actions would have settled
I blushed blushed blushed till the cafe floor got wet
Delhi belly gave us a belly freak
But what was this to be called?
Serious belly or funny belly?
Oh darling rugged sensitivity
My transducers and sensors all tuned into you
What is virtual is real is virtual
You are my virtue, my pain and my aim
Yet my english flatters you with a starry eye
I was starring into devastation
In the end you were there and possibly alone
Thought i had my open doors
Sadly i was not the lone wolf
Let it go, let it go
Martyr of love, I seek to be
I feel copd and lost in desperation
And I am being serious when I am being funny.....
Dreams, I had, echoes i hear
You gave me hope, when in depression
Don‘t break it my sweetie pie
I scent you everywhere
Oh yeah sadly i lost all pains and sense yesterday.....

I Smell - Spring Rolls

2011-08-01T04:55:00.001-07:00

Classy, yet stinging, rules could be
Yo yo about your central stacks
From grey fills to sly fins, you flew
Stocks to socks meant a lot, aint it
Design, preliminary na na na work
Call me late night too, thats like stock
Last minute, very last, tic tac toes
Run run the quarry just broke down
Days to weeks, i run behind
Alas deliberations later, bill is passed
What a relief? Too much work
I pecked. You flew away too
Circles, maybe you plused it
But i had a pulse attack, uff....
Could have shot me with a gun
Zig zag travails i had to go through
The discovery didnt crash land dats all
Full circle, the radius is complete aint it?

I Smell - Cin‘e‘ful Fairy

2011-07-31T18:50:00.001-07:00

Ah you national leader look alike
Sizzle dazzle brownie chopstick
Hooded head n lil flow of black smith
Why did i fb you? I still dont get it
I become so numb, equations complex
Wanted to hit on you, never pee in your pant
Clumpsy, sexy naughty n bitchy oh you mindless bullock cart
Ouch hey dubaiaa? My brother mork is thede?
One night for the money, ten nights for free ride
All rise, but i see your cloth line flying indeed
I, i am ghajini, is dat all you claim
Oh yeah, why is it called so? Fodder your kidney
Aisha all i see u perform is an abstract and obtruse art form
Ah me single, but he is my pencil lead
Oh ok, is he your embedded systems?
He is VI, but i have digitized him
What? Ouch thats gross my lil fairy
Na na na, oh yeah its so softy oh baby
Pegged o the leg, dats my symbolism
Freedom of deliverance, oh yeab dats your right
Da Vinci would suicide, tough nut to crack are you
Oh gosh, when you are a nut how can I even think so...
Faith, you ask which language is it
Your apple pie lies so vacant
But ya american pie wanna be the free bird
Comes the next romeo, he chickens
Your processor says i can multitask
Apparently your dual core became i3
So why just two romeos, any number please
Hello, hello hosanna
Dates got filled, even kaif would have dates free
Busy bee, show me your call sheet
Sadly i became your friend.
How do you manage? Oh you malena
Breaking hearts is my usp
I guess you mind multiple usbs butted in i hope
Help me understand the mathematical relations of your linear life
All retort is relations suck
I laughed my heart out till it burst
The moment you said marriage way to hell
Oh brilliant, werent a by product of pleasure?
Guess all defies gravity for you
You are chicky no wonder, yet you are a sinful company
Regret i do n dont know how to break my gutted friendship
Everyday you can get whipped but not innocent souls
Tring tring tring,
Hello, oh yeah save men from mistressy helpline? And i move on from all you drama queens........

I Smell - Tectonic Brides

2011-07-29T19:04:00.000-07:00

Anjana, Anjana, oh my sweet lady
Oil dripping well groomed, slushy streaks
One step at a time, you inch pounce on muscles
Millipedes I stamp on, you hammer tong me
I had a crush on you, I am archaic to actually tell it??
You beamed, blushed, oh I realize it was all a scripture
Ran I did it to, vernacular ends, Kangaroos mocked me too
Dip Dip Dip Drip, as the ice melted, so did I
Fairy angel, frail I did into your grasp
Yet all you did, put into a deep crusher
I wanted to grow stronger, taller and smarter
All you said, i wanted energy boosters
Where ever you plan to go, I am your hutch puppy
How many like you?? Apparently none
My mistress, life is all about small steps
Slowly I see yourself moving from domain to server
Salvage, your salvation and also blessed attires
Any country is this world, girl is a luncheon away
You people moved the world, formed the seven continents
Everywhere you people are the same
When mouths are opened, even volcanoes is less dangerous
Just you next to me, mounts up my agony bigger than Everest
Those little white gowns, masks to hide your moving plates
As the water in sea flows, with waves
Thoughts in you, oscillate to quakes
What was my mistake?? Born in this world with you???
Nah, my mistake, born in this world to make love to you
Whether you spit fire, or perform a booty shake
For once I have a fence around and you can't enter
Crushes has been crushed due to your tectonic moves, oh you bride...

I Smell - Bheja Fry

2011-07-28T18:50:00.001-07:00

Oh bitchy, oh you sexy, oh my lady
Ah my friend, my lovely friend
Hitler‘s words inspire my wards
Gandhi‘s action is all in motion
Left shoulder, around my booty
Right side up, you lick the other naughty
Yipdi tipdi tap, you smacked my back
Voila, my laila i spat on your face pack
Deliberate did i, maybe a little extra
Bitch oh, i say my friend
Ditch you, sayz who?
Strangers in bed, they make love
Spouses in stress, out they move
Coalition, its for the annihilation
I do, oh my wedding priest, this is all for you
Marriage is the best, but which one?
Who knows, my big fat wedding gift
Brains at work, cells being munched up
Rains dont flood, words from mouths do
I fried chicken, i roasted my brain
Dropped a bomb shell, oh my bheja fry

I smell - Rest In Peace

2011-07-26T08:44:00.000-07:00

Tear droplets fell in food, it became salty
The pizza was so cheesy, I really felt it slimy
You pack the oomph, I realize the buds so tasty
Willy Willy Whinny, you mooshy mooshy mimee
Teary eyed, I walk so naive
Naked truth, oh you naked groove
I tried, indeed I did hit on you
You kissed me, but I farted on you
How gross?? Oh yeah, you are my floss
Push the tempo, what you jumbo???
Jumping beats, we laugh indeed
Skid on my feet, I fly my fleet
Windy, Cindy oh you Mandy, where art thou O Brandy
My brain, is full of pain, Watchya flow like rain
Hip Hop, my gangsta blue
Rush into ICU I do without queue
Oh you angela, angela doesn't know
Oh you angela, angela I ran my foot
Oh you angela, angela You slept on me ain't you?
Oh you angela, angela Take that on your face graciously will you!
Success, comes not without you
Yet, if you are around, even success would fail I guess
How lucky, how blessed, and how hot you are
I touch, oh no I pad, huh, nah, I pat
Smack, Thulp, Boom boom Pow, I got tit for tat
O Saya, can we go for a retreat?? A Couple's Retreat
Riots in me, just go Ringa O Ringa
Today, tomorrow, maybe ten days I am alive
Don't ever meet me, else I would dive
What??? I am already in your pit, oh not the arm pit
Close my remains, would you with granite
As you smile, so do I, and wish ya good night
My last words, Thank Oh My Lord, I am beatified
Oh you angela, angela You will eventually die
Oh you angela, angela Meet you soon In stratosphere will I
Oh you angela, angela Lest you wanna do some good, I ain't wanna buy
Oh you angela, angela Rest in Peace, will I and Soon will Ya, Oh good bye

I Smell - Chicken Fry

2011-07-26T06:45:00.000-07:00

Did I come first? Oh yeah, You came first
Without you how me??
What's up my master, I am you play puppet
Krik Krik Krik, I felt those tremors
Is it??? Wait, were they tremors or rumours???
I see things, I hear things, how can they be murmurs???
Supplant did you, in me a nuke
After all you my lady is my duke
I am all white, you ain't seeing me
After all, you lay and you laid be
Krack Krack Krack, I give in wider
You breeze along so smoother
Kick em up, my owner
You dark angel, my lovely murderer
My whole beautiful skin so sinful
Dark ages, when I keep you in me
Oh yeah, I did try, I did and I gave up
You look at me, smile do you with a knife edge stare
Right in front, I smile, and all you want is me all bare
Oh you free bird, don't be caged
Will you fly?? After all redbull is what you had
Flip Flap Flip... Oooo La La La La...
Oh my master, please don't go away
It's my life and show the way
Begging for my life, I sway
All you do is smile and walk afar
What am I??? Just a shell???
No way, I want my worth when I sell
Am I not worth my say??? Uff, as you flutter away
Yo, you voila, people do like my stuff too
Give me back my chance, at this world
I sell faster than you do
After all, I am not fried, am I????
You my master, you die
When you left me, I did die, but you???
Oh you chicken fry, it's all you pry
I am the sufferer, half boiled I cry.....

Red roses

2011-07-25T19:16:00.001-07:00

Roses are lying here and there
Beaming in colour they appeal in here
Sweet lips, oh yeah they feel like
Everytime i look at them i feel you
In the wind i can hear you my baby
Where art thou? Answer my call
Sing a song, i do you all along
Crying to reach you, i really do
Bed of roses awaits my angela
Lub dub lub the beats, beasts out
Ring a ring, all alone in the sea of red
Flirty look, it just hits me soothing
Paint my lips red will ya, darling
Leaflets, i put on you oh my laila
I bleed red, i bleed you and i bleed blood
Tear my heart open, you will find yourself
Love was born, its now a teenaged boy
Waiting with a bouquet my girl
This is how you remind me, bed of red....

I Smell - It's too late to apologise

2011-07-23T03:23:00.000-07:00

Oy you angela, you walked up to me
Wazzup? you question my senses
I saw ya colgate whites, my eyes got blurred
It became easy for the parade to hoot off
Jig Jig Jig Chig Chug Chug
One o one passed me all bare
Left to right my head spun, it hurt aint it?
An apple a day kept the doctor away
I wondered the recession made me poorer
What an idea sirji, all became andha burji
My granny, pat on my back, told a secret
Plan my child, all yo actions
My face beamed all too bright at this avalanche
Icy sands, who realised can be pricey?
Girl I trusted you, all you told was I will
And why the hell, now you telling, I am a complan girl???
Oh whats wrong with thy team, angela
Un, Dos, Traes, Quatros..
I learnt to count with your lineage
All I ended up, in deep holy grave
Grave you dug for experimenting, I wonder
Wonder I do, am I your test sample???
Hurt I stand, and seven mountains slide
Seven seas took a nose dive, albeit into 6 graves
Was it full? or half empty??
Thou ought to know, oh you over the moon goddess
Sleepless hallucinations I had, oh the white dress doesnt suit
Not a slip between the cup and the lip occured
Foul footed and foul worded I stood all bare and naked
Dead pieces together don't become a man, but I am one today
On ya shoulders, can't you look a world anywhere??
Oh ya mother earth, did we ridicule you??
Why this spirit?? Why this haunt???
What's our mistake??? I guess we don't know
O my mother, show us the meaning of being a winner
We pray, we cry, we die, yet don't kill us
What is our sin?? Why you showing your anger???
Is 32 a bad number??? I thought 13 was
We repent, yet we depend
Please show us the way, we beg not to be betrayed
Blames on who? You know better
You want us to apologise?? What crime did we commit????
Oh ya angela, is it unethical to expect to apologise??
We guess not..
You called me up yesterday, the sound still rings in
Bak Bak Bak Paaken...
You fluttered, you flapped and you did fly
All stand alone, we did waving good bye
Can't you just say a sorry, and accept blame
Show us the way, oh my angela
Time has transpired, our hopes expired
What can we salvage now?? Maybe a sausage
It's too late, it's just too late
Let's walk our paths, and may god bless you my haunt.........
All roads lead us to one place, I guess you know where.......

I smell

2011-07-20T18:41:00.001-07:00

Voila yo you man la
Oh lolita shes my laila
Romance is my usp
I butt in the usb
Wazza wazza wazzup
Va va va i land in java
Click chuck click chuck
Tick tick tick chuck
I beat o thou clock
Four edges, i puff a four square
Lone wolf, howl i lock up bare
Insultation of the institution my consultation
Up turned heads, ouch jum tananana
Ice aged granny, i deliver techno
Jum tananana, ek hi goal hai
Main hoon delivery boy
Oy oy oy, times up
Rocket into the crimson sky
High pressure, oh gosh i m not suited up
Composure, sweens into the dark unknown
Yet i fell in love, and acceptingly she delivered.

Freedom Walk

2011-07-18T19:30:00.001-07:00

Time flies, oh yeah literally it flies
Oh you genie, turn up the volume
Here comes the bazooka
Ozzzsome, i am the big daddy
Dum dum dum dishoom,
Tik tak tak, tip tap tap
I am the dancer, na na na na
Wazzup lovely pie, i wanna f you
Hot kisses cold lips, silken hugs
Not far away, i fly, i glide n i dive
Icy breeze, salty winds, and tasty you
Plaster into a glewy, slimy wet land
Oh yeah i screech, i swivel n swirl
Thrust in you, i trust
Those little hillocks perfect valley view they provide
Savannahs n saharas i swim through
Uff uff, hush, uff uff puff
Hip hip hop n lip lip lock
Grasses are green, oh they are blades
Sharp, yours cut mine, they burn
Fire in the mountain, run run run
Juicy oh lousy oh you kitty
Come on you whip master
Frictions all lost, as the pendulum swings
Hip hip hop hop
Lip lip lock lock
Hmm hmm umm umm
Who says we cant fly off to the sun?
Bull crap, here we go, in resonance
Petrol runs out and its time for cooling off
Kick ass, what the f of a ride.
Ufff, beads of sweat wipes of
Out of the world i flew.
Two hours in divine place, i achieved freedom
Oh tip tip tap, my walk continues.

Early morning dew drops

2011-07-17T19:17:00.001-07:00

How many of us have wondered an early morning time is very free and refreshing?

Any reasons for the same? Yeah. Its when you are dreams are fresh in your memory. Especially when you bave had stressful days in the past week a sudden dawn is awesome indeed. Thats similarly what has happened in here.

Tough weeks ahead but then those amazing little early mornong heads of dew are just too awesome. Its every mans dreams to come true. The moment the first dew hits your skin, the chill down your spine, the gush through your teeth, and indeed those hair raising feeling all are applicable only whence thyself dreamed of something beautiful.

Dreams just like secrets and sexual life have to be within four walls. Those beads of dew drops which symbolises purity and divinity just go that extra mile to make the definition of a dream even more vital with a contextual elegance.

The first dew brings good thoughts. Even the evil thoughts of the previous night flies off to wilderness. Positive energy fills oneself. This just redeems life. The first dew is like the primer. It all means the fresh look starts from here. The primer moght be dull but then, it is what absorbs the paint.

Once positivity is in, the second drop just pacifies you and soothes you. This apparently fills you with revialized energy and a good looking vigor. It also irons out the sluggishness in you. Reminder that it indeed is a new page and thus a new chapter that the life has to take and not think bout the past. Its the coating of putty over the primer. Just as it smoothens the surface, even our life gets ironed out.

What actually brings the color is the third coat. I mean the third drop. This symbolises metamorphism. The change is encapsulated in the third drop. Recharged, revigored, and revitalised oneself starts looking like a man. Yet one drop doesn‘t make him a man. It takes one more to make him feel numb, get out of his wild feelings and reminds him of his duties and work. The two coats of oaint brings awesome color and brightness to a surfaces appearance. Same with the dew drops and human life.

I am not a huge believer in god or religion. But i acknowledge gods presence. The reason is certain small things like the early morning dew. Yet its the same dew which makes me wonder whether he is a man or a phenomena. As the fifth dew drop strikes me conclude with the first rays of sunlight, i have reached half way to my office and knows its time to sign off for now and get bak soon.

My latest Fb Updates...

2011-07-15T08:30:00.000-07:00

usure poguthey nee tolaipasiyil thandi aanupum variyil... hosanna unn payarai paatha udan, enn manam angum ingum alaigirade... pookal pookum tarunam enn manadum poothadhe unn ninaipil...

Irumbile oru idhayam mulaikudho....

Thala sutti kizhe vizhunden unn azhagil mayangi... Enna mayam saidayo oh nee enn maya devadaiye... Naan enna paavam seiden nee ennai vitu vilagi sella???

A drop in the ocean is a stream on land aint it? Money is just like that. When in the purse it flows but when saved, it glows.

The Undreamed Dream

2011-06-30T20:55:00.001-07:00

The baby steps towards introspection

The giant steps out of introversion

Slow stream of water, hits me with gentle force

Yet I made it a gush, because it suited me

There were days, I cried, I laughed and even romanced

Moments were short, some were ages but ended up an era

Victories sweet, Loss bitter, it was a serious mixed bag

Screwed speeches, firing and advise followed

Every step of the way, stones pointed to me

Every bit of the stone struck me

All these carved me a man

Never did they hurt me, until one fine day

She stood, she smiled, I saw her in a corner of my eye

The next day, she breezed across, I fell for her

Oh I mean literally, fell for her, hurt but I kept smiling

Peers knew, they started hinting, I never gave a damn

Exams came exams went, never deterred in my way

Life ever slowly became all about tests

Petty fights, little little ego, were all part of the fun

Friendship, bonds never to be broken were forged

Lessons learnt, come a long way into the deep subconscious

Words meant inspiration, words deemed treasure

We carried the preachings, Yet we had fun getting taught

Now it's time to deliver, so am I doing it

Stars I see rise, I just carve them to twinkle

One constellation already has been beatified

One in the making, even with more care, I am the sculptor

How many people sculpted me and my friends? I remember many

Education comes a long way

To be educated, takes you afar

To give education, oh my thats pleasure

To dream of the day when you sleep, gone are those thoughts as now

Life is a test, to be tested is a torture

Life is an understatement, live it to realize

Life is all about right directions, get educated to steer yourself

Life is all about learning, every single inch has a lot to teach

I was taught, I was tortured, I learnt, I testified

It's now my turn, but I will teach and not torture

Living undreamed dream, And vow it to all my teachers....

Road Trip

2011-06-24T04:31:00.000-07:00

Black leads you to glory, blades of pearl
Bumpy, oh humpty, my ride turns out to be
Miles and miles I cover, yet it curls past unending
Nerves wreck me into unexplored paths.
All I have is a map
Lead me nowhere it does, through twists and bends
My little ferrari, Oh you beauty, fire up
Hundreds of destinations to go to, But where you headed?
Weave my way through the dense jungle
I explore, I implore, and I explode
Shifting gears, I land into untouched territory
Borders have no significance, indeed it is undefined
Jump into exploration I do, escape from the trench, it's a success
Gypsy, I have become, unknown depths I uncover
Where am I headed? Answers yet to be discovered
All I did, dreaded the black lines
Slowly, and rapidly my speed increased
The revolutions increased, ever so much
Momentum I got, chugged along I went
The first halt came up, and there was a companion
Oh you facebook, I still look up to you
Where art thou? Many raised such a question
Answer did I, half yearly once
Now I was demanded more of a presence
Honour I did, and my list just kept increasing
Never went to a trough, though a crest never saw me
Though the unknown road continued, no more weaves was seen
Many more travelers tagged along
Then roadblocks are unavoidable, aint it?
Not one bump, but a creator and a cliff awaited me
In the dark, I took the wrong path
Little did I know, the obstacles I was ill prepared to avoid
Well, I still carried on, and on and on into wilderness
Eventually the road dipped. Kept dipping indeed
Before I realised it was a creator I was at it's dept
I found no up slope, actually it fell off into the crimson sky
I slipped, fell backwards, and I pulled along a few roadies
Then I recognised, I can't pull them along. I lifted them and I fell deep down
As long as I kept falling I fell, but beyond a point I had to stop
Opened my mouth, to call out for help I did and got it too
Yet, things didn't land up smoothly, it still was a downward move
Mental frame I made up, and Physical exertion, got me a little up
The himalayan climb, started, and I weaved through to find my ferrari
And Oh the perennial climb just never got a break
Inch by inch, step by step, I raised towards the aligator sky
Who said I can't fly to the sun? Fools would say so
I went there too, it was pleasant than most think
As weeks passed, I resurfaced, a bit more rejuvenated
Hours passed by, my ferrari waited for me
Ignitions on, the sound was so amazing
I accelerate along, and then I get to see a sign board
Two pieces of bitter sweetness I got
Trust, my people did, and gave my the leadership of my companions
And God, presented me with a beautiful flower and a wish
I wanted to be the trip organiser next time, Oh yeah the wish granted
Rose has never been on the roads I travel
Yet, the gravel track today is a rose bed
My destination, I don't know, yet my journey continues along...

Nightrain

2011-06-23T10:12:00.001-07:00

Little drops, water away the horizon

Hundreds together with a thousand

Puddles form as i walk past the platoon

Ringing in a musical bliss i stand

Hither and thither i follow the pattern

Droplets become bigger, and stronger

As i dance on, all i see is a dark creation

Larger it becomes, bigger it gets on me

Up above the sky, so are the red clouds

Pleasant feel, usher in the relief

My heart searches on for you my babe

Flowy as your hair the drops strike me

Its so cold and your hug provides warmth

Marching i go on many spaces in front

Thinking about you, o girlie

All your sexy moves, personifies those tidal ripples

Water percolates all through me, it trickles on

Soothin my senses it does, i feel you on

All sweet memories fill my eyes

Blissed and blessed, the beast of you makes me wild

Walk beyond the crimson sky i go

Tear droplets take me to emotional blackmail

It‘s a wonderful night, and i miss my darling around

Night rain o nigh train, this is wet night o mermaid.

A Day to Remember Your Dad

2011-06-19T00:48:00.001-07:00

Not everyone sees a superman, nor will anyone spot a spiderman

But everyone spots a super human in you

You are our first hero, and our last villain.

We look upto you, experiences are what we yearn in vain

We remember those first steps in the world we took

Won't forget those little assurances we got from your look

Sweet memories, always filled with you down the ages

Deliver them to our own, in the later stages

Warmth in bed that you gave us,

Dark Nights, never seemed that speck scary

With you around, our early days never lost focus

Even today, decades in, you don't seem weary

You stood behind us when we wanted

We stood head bowed in front when we made a mistake

Scolded us, you did in times of want

Pampered us, you did in times of distress

We have angered you, shout would have done

Minutes later, you come to us like nothing ever happened

From the first chocolate to the latest gizmo

You have never said no, indeed you have only guided us

Pillar of support, Tower of wisdom

Stepping stone towards a success

Always there for moral strength, and decision making

We bank on you to provide logical solutions

In this world, men generally don't get praised

But if we are who we are, you deserve any equal praise

It's one of a kind day, but then it's you who wakes us up everyday

For all you did, all you do

I don't know if I could be like you,

Oh my dear Dad, Hope live long to guide us,

It's silly, yet Happy Father's Day......

A Highway Trip which Sped My Mind to Wonder Why....

2011-06-18T07:01:00.000-07:00

As i embark on yet another trip from bangalore to chennai, there is a great sense of pain. Why? Some ppl might remember the deadly accident of a bus heading to coimbatore fr chennai near vellore not so long ago. Precious lives have been lost not just lives but also precious properties. But why the problem? Maybe the fact that. I am traveling on a day bus and the glaring issues that are plaguing Indian road transport are just somethings i cant imagine neglect now.

Thanks to some brilliant vision of a certain vajpayee government, the national highway were all being converted to 4 lanes especially building the golden quadrilateral. What this has done is that more road space has bbeen developed with apparently a vision to reduce travel time. All augured well in the sense a trip from chennai to bangalore by car can be covered in less than 5 hours. Fine this is actually a better option given the time taken to reach BIAL takes approximately 2 hours, check in time 2 hours and flight itself some half an hour. It‘s all the same literally.

But then why am i rising this issue now? Simple the accidents dont seem to reduce. More so the same highway were the deadly. Accident took place some days ago is the one i travelling and i guess i saw two more such incidents on route today. This made me wonder why this is happening. Then i read all these wonderful boards, one of which read if you want marriage divorce speed. Fine you put all this but or what joy and purpose? The moment monster volvo sees some stretch of grey all the driver does is he assumes to be vettel and presses the pedal to the fullest glory. Not even for a second can he blink in that case. But effectively thats what you cant stop. This is just not for a bus

The trucks are no mean performers. Jumping lanes without prior notice, an ego battle and what not. All the notoriety just drives someone driving in such a highway totally crazy. Add to that the few villages which lie on the highway, people keep crossing such high speed highway without any mindful alertness. To have a mishap you don't need just one reason, but to embark on a safe journey needs one good fortune. But can one person really depend on fortune to start a trip? Yeah maybe at times but not always.

But seriously looking through, are these the only faults? I guess we would be foolish just to point fingers out to these alone. As a recent study by a US based firm said, the design flaws in the four lane road was so glaring to me only today, since i closely observed the roads today. It was rather startling to notice, just as in a normal city road, there are markings on a highway in one of the lanes for a right turn on the tarmac and no major sign board to warn of a turning approaching. Just imagine, a multi axle truck wants to turn right at a junction and i am traveling in my car at say 120 not knowing in the dark that the truck is trying to stop and turn and i am just 200 mts behind the truck. All i can do pray i had made love to a girl before that moment.

This leads to questions on how much do other human beings concern about fellow lives on a road? I don't get why I should be asking this question because people know the value of lives generally in a country. But then how can all this be avoided?

There are a number of steps.

Speed certainly thrills people. But then sensible speed will not only give you thrill, it will certainly not spill it. You drive within the limits, then I don't think any would have a problem.
Following lane rules is quite essential. Zig-zagging in the road and creating a non sense feel for other drivers in the road. At that speed a cut by one of those huge trucks, it will be a huge problem for the other drivers.
Having pakka signals and sign boards which have reflective technology, then in a sense atleast where the turns are, etc can be known to the drivers traveling even in the speed at which they travel.

These are just certain points which came to my mind when I traveled from banglore to chennai. And the most disturbing thing was seeing two head on collisions on that road and wondering when I will ever have a head on collision less highway...

Has Money Lost it's Meaning Among Today's Youth - Part 2

2011-06-12T23:15:00.000-07:00

Right, but then for me to blame a city won't be correct because, the argument that the facilities in any modern city in India today, is a manifestation of it's growth. Yeah true, but a cafe in every street corner just goes to show that the road side tea shop has been made into a cafe shop every street. And, hence more money spent on the tea or coffee that I would like to buy early morning.

But all that apart, there seems to be a small but strong inclination in youths mindset these days regarding the word fun, I mean money means fun. Also there seems to be a small residue somewhere which says, without money nothing can be done, or rather money is the primary thing.

All of that can be accepted provided, you know how much pain it takes to earn that money. But when you eat up your dads, boy friends or someones money, then it's all money that matters is no longer true. It's a null and void argument, that beyond a point, the poor man is going to give up.

It's gone to that extent that, No Money No Honey is the most favorite tagline amongst youth of today and hence the song became a catchy number. But then, why does love find itself tangled along with money? Or is it that without money, you are not supposed to fall in love? What crap. Love is for the heart, by the heart and of the heart. Money, is for the people, by the people and of the people. There is no correlation. But in todays generation, it the money that rules and not heart when it comes to love.

So, openly it's been picturised in movies. Heavy purse, you have a girl. It's gone to an extent where man to man relations these days are determined by the monetary benefit such a relationship.

It hurts given the fact that even during the days, when you are spoon fed with dads money, I didn't have the opportunity to spend due to financial constraints. And today, I stand as one of those people who values money, the word and the literal object a lot and also goes by the principle that hard earned money is sweeter even if you save it than pampered money and also given the fact that I value relationships irrespective of the money that people have, I am an odd one in this world.

To me, job satisfaction, duty towards job, friendship, people (most of them are richer than me), relationships and most importantly peaceful life are much more important than money, yet without money I am not able to measure any of the above in this world. Hence I am trying to bridge a balance, but just wonder how many people in this world actually do it??? Let money not lose it's meaning...

Has Money Lost it's Value among todays youth??

2011-06-11T20:42:00.000-07:00

"I am planning to buy a new mobile phone. People have suggested me this mobile, that mobile, but my budget is 15k+. Suggest me some mobile to buy na", my friend kept asking me for the past 3 weeks.

But then, I wondered. Why am I sitting in one corner of this world, so hesitant to buy something out of my own pocket, especially given the fact that I earn my own cash and not using my dads money anymore, but in many of friends cases, they use their dads cash without any hesitation to buy certain things.

Even, a person like me, out of so much frustration went ahead and in an impulsive move, bought or rather earned my first android. Though I was criticised by a person with more gizmo knowledge about my choice of the mobile, I still don't have any qualms, given the fact that this is my first real earned mobile or gizmo and I so have and proud of what I bought. It's a special feeling when you use your hard earned money and buy it.

Now, the next question would be, is it morally wrong for the youth to not expect their parents to pamper them with essential things. I am not disputing that. It's more about, what are the essentials, it's upto the parents to decide on that and then give their child. But then too much pampering will land them into trouble.

My shock just got intensified with my friend, who bought a mobile phone worth more than 22k with parents cash. A mobile phone for 22k that too not for a working professional, let alone an executive. But with almost the same utilities I bought my mobile for 8k. 14k for what? For fun?

The same day, I went to a restaurant and the bill cost me 1k for two people though what we had were less than any normal lunch. I felt very bad for the entire bill and the value of money I got in return though generally I don't mind spending cash for my friends, in this case my dear students. I am generally a person who doesn't mind spending useful money even if it 10k.

Generally in an academic institution, the professors, generally expect the management to buy them including any material for projects. But then, for the need of my project students and further good, I without hesitation spent 15k to buy a DAQ card out of my own cash. Various trips, ac, camera, etc etc have all given me immense pleasure as I have earned all these. The hotel I stayed in Mumbai last time, I went there, though was not really classy but it was extremely satisfying because it was the first hotel stay for me, out of my cash.

This leads to certain questions. Am I a little archaic in proposing all these, that the youth of today is totally ignorant of even a paise. It so hurts when there are no people who realise what it takes to earn a single paise. Especially 22k would be the average monthly income of an Indian professional. To spend on a mobile phone within seconds, just shows how the value of money has been reduced these days to just a show of status to a lot many people.

So much has been the notorious developments that even talking about how these cash has been wasted on some silly things, makes me a violent angry man who stands against youth. I have had fights, misunderstanding with friends on this case. I was so hurt. I was appalled. I was taken aback. And I concluded, money has lost all it's value not only with today's youth but also with certain officials of the nation. I am the odd one who realises how much it takes to earn even a single paise and enjoy its fruits. I just don't know where this country is going. Or is it specific to some Indian cities?

Kaapi Mug

2011-05-31T01:46:00.000-07:00

Whoever came up with the idea of A Lot Can Happen Over Coffee, man their too brilliant.

Fine, and I was apprehensive about being a faculty myself to pen this down. The ideological quandary between a coffee and a mug.

Qualities of a mug?

It's got volumes. Pour any amount till it's capacity, it will hold as long as you don't empty it. Can hold anything, hot or cold. Can be of any shape and makes the liquid take that shape. It can hold, a tea or coffee, water or paneer, wine or beer, finally poison or vodka. It can't distinguish it's contents. Nor can it separate out stuff according to layers. Yeah, right thats the end of the mug.

Qualities of Coffee?

Fine, I am not going to the depths of this, but it only makes our brains go weird. :)
And also there are different types of coffee, mr. black, milk based, sugar less etc etc

Now, I have the coffee, I have the mug. What else is missing? How can you forget the books and the tests not to follow you?

One thing that works 24x7 without any potential failure (that's questionable actually), doesn't require any mechanical maintenance, tinkering or even putti, but can still stand all the non sense that we dump is nothing but seriously our very own BRAIN.

Qualities of Brain?

Taken for granted. Dump anything, it will take. Physics, Chemistry, Math, Biology, Engineering, English dump whatever you want, you still end up getting it stored somewhere in the deeps of the clumpsy cellular tissues of what is called brain. It adapts to what you dump. It holds to a fixed capacity. Nothing has come to the question of overflow yet in this world as far as the dump level is concerned. And so on on on...

Fine, whats the correlation?

Jus as you dump stuff in your mug, you dump unwanted stuff into your brain. Like say, in engineering, the premier method of learning is simple, take notes, mug it completely and deliver. See, without even thinking I wrote mug. :P Thats exactly what happens. The process of dumping data into your brain cells without any proper understanding is called, mugging. I dont know how important mugging has been become in the world of education, but one thing for sure, you might hate it, but you can't survive without it.

Ok, just as I can't mug, whats the way out? Think of the coffee or in the south indian way kaapi. Yes, to beat the system, I think of copy. What big deal anyone would copy in this world? Why this topic specifically then? It's almost ironical, that in spite of all the mugging, one indeed tries to copy. Why so? The capacity to store data in the mug is temporary. The coffee I pour into a mug, if it stays there for ages, then it's got to be rotten. So, indeed I need to drink at the earliest. Similarly, the moment I dump something, it stays, beyond a point, I need to dump something more. So what do I do? Simply throw the original stuff out.

Now, comes the time of exams. Right. I study just for the test, prepare myself so very well, but I end up losing all data. What does that mean? I haven't dumped anything extra, but why am I losing stuff? The very thought of tests unnecessarily dumps a lot of junk values in your memory device. It so stays, it corrupts all you dumped earlier. So now the way out would be to copy in the exams.

Now what are the ways of copying?

1. bits
2. code languages
3. my techniques - tear a record book page. see if it matches the size of the answer booklet you get. Beyond a certain length of time, you would what the answer booklet size is going to be. If it so matches, take a writing pad. Put the answer booklet. Slide the record paper with everything written below the answer booklet and make money during the exam. :P
4. or claim to be having an adaptable physical disability. eg . color blindness :P

there are hundreds of ways. I just wrote 4. whether they are new or old, who motivates people to copy? the faculty themselves. I mean if you can teach a subject the way it has to be thought in an engineering perspective, then it's simple. You don't dump stuff on people at all. People can take their time, enjoy studies and write the exam.

Whatever, I am so bored about cribbing, it so says, that I am thinking of changing something within the system, only thing my students sleep, eat, drink, listen to music and make me look like a fool out there for 1 hour, 3 times a week. :( To mug is easy, to copy is easy, to teach is tough.

I am saying, learn, people are ready to teach, but if you still want the mug with coffee, you are always ready...

And it's time for a coffee, as I sign off, annen, "Oru Kaapi, Mug La, Nalla Sooda, ..... "