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The Knight in Shining Armour?!?!

He has an adorable dark side. He likes to think he is short tempered, But he is honey dripping sweet sometimes that you don't realize it is him. He has a notorious naughty smile when he is Happy. He is lazy and is a huge couch potato.I'm not Kidding ... If you are at a food court or a restaurant and you have nothing to do except eat .. and no good chicks to look at, you will still find him staring at one corner of the room... the corner where the little LCD OOH media runs with crappy Ads. I'm not at all Exaggerating. He wouldn't know even if you left him there 1 hour back to do some more shopping. You can come back and find him still staring at kangana ranaut or Shriya walking the ramp for some lame jewelery Ad.

He likes to think he is very very Fit. He is so keen about what he eats, but he denies it is what girls do and acts totally cool and Macho, when spoken to about it.

If the coffee has half a spoon of sugar, He makes faces and goes Haywire, Sometimes he even gets Goosebumps coz he had coffee with sugar mostly coz of his mental block.

He has to meet with an accident every 6 months, otherwise he thinks he cannot appreciate life. He has to ride his motorcycle at the top gear and full speed and he would be Happier if he died doing so than not do it and live for 100 years.

He has a warped up justification for every annoying habit of his. He sometimes uses a lot of his brains to escape from the things he doesn't wanna do or is conned into doing mostly in vain though.

and Yeah...He doesnt just Love people coz they love what he Loves, he also Love people who hate what he hates :)

He is so brash, stupid, Annoying, Dumb, short-tempered, thinks-he-is-always-right, knows-what-I-think, and the beshhhhhteshhhhhht ... So sad..... he is already Taken ;)

Quickgun Murugans and Revolver Ritas .....

The four of us were in school, supposedly one of the hippest schools in the small town madurai. We had the privilege of coming home at 1 in the afternoon, it was a five hour school. Usually we come home to an empty house waiting to have the most brilliant time of the day. It is not hard to imagine a house with four little girls and a Dog and No Neighbors, but in my opinion it is another name for Paradise. We were the rulers. we made the rules and broke them.

One such afternoons, I saw from a distance that the house was open. Parents!!!! they were home, On a weekday. We already had plans for the afternoon, We had made deals over who should read the Archie's comic that would have got delivered that day first, and arguing about what movie to watch, and who should take up the responsibility of cleaning the house before the Kings come home, so it all looks spic and span and we have no road blocks for the next day of fun. We were disappointed. The gate was open and Mom and Dad were standing at the gate. There were 10 policemen standing in different corners of the barren land opposite the house, near all the acacia trees. They had funky walkies talkies and I was able to hear the word "OVER" over and over again.

The Previous Day ....

The plan for the afternoon was to play the notorious Police Thief game. We had gone to another level and we made it a really engaging game story. We make the plans when we walk from the bus stop home. There were No neighbors for us, our house was a corner house and the roads were Unmetalled. So we had marked a huge area where the game is allowed to happen which encompassed 3 big houses opposite to ours. The police team appointed a spy in the thief team to give them hints (part of a deal and the thief guys didn't know). Soon there were almost 10 of us. 5 in each team and the game started. The spy, which was my sis, left the Police trails on the road, wherever they went and the Hints where coded and written on the roads with sticks and stones. One of Hints said "There is lot of gold under the acacia tree ", written in the Local language (Tamil). This essentially meant the thieves were near the acacia tree. Thus the police over powered the thieves, and were basking in the Glory.

This Afternoon

My sis slyly went near my dad and asked him what was up. He said the Police were there because they got some clues about where the jewelery stolen in the neighborhood was hidden. Apparently it was written on the road and our neighbor who had come to get some flowers from our garden noticed the stuff written on the road about the jewelry under the acacia tree. My parents were held up at home because they wanted to investigate. The four of us were dumbstruck. My little sis just blurted out "I wrote it!!!!"

Soon all the acacia trees around were uprooted. The little plants were saved. Thanks to my sister’s precise clue giving skills. They never came to know it was us. My dad just put us all in the room until the Policemen left. After the investigation was over, we had a big laugh about the whole thing.


This is not something I made up Trust me. It really happened!

The Woods... The City... And Love...

The sky was the early orange and the sun was young and beautiful. He got up and picked up his axe while nonchalantly humming a rustic meloncholy. He had to walk 5 kms from his little hut in the middle of a forest clearing. His son and daughter were in deep sleep under a bedsheet that covered them like a shroud. He started trotting his way to the destination, while he heard the sparrows chirp and see the sun get old, yet wholehearted and happy. He thought to himself "Im going to earn enough today to stay home with my kids tomorrow".


The evening was as pleasant as ever. Kids were playing in the park and there were couples sitting in all the benches. There was a mild drizzle and the 4 o clock sun was just not ready to go behind the clouds. It was just trying to show itself off in front of the clouds so there had to be a rainbow now. A little kid was learning to fly a kite, the kite just wouldn't budge. his dad showed him how to deceive the kite and he picked it up so fast and was running around the park with the kite just flying about 5 feet above him. he was still too happy, to let go off his childishly haughty grin.



It was a warm winter night. The staircase was as abandoned as ever. The moon was shining on the abandoned staircase through the leaves of the huge tree, the soft wind hustled through the leaves brushed against the both of them.Her hair flew and fell on her cheeks. His fingers softly caressed her cheeks to set her hair right. she turned pink and blushed like never before. He just took her in both his arms and kissed her for the first time.

Random Thoughts !!

Not sure if everyone wil be able to appreciate this but My BITSIAN friends sure will ..


happened to look at the picture of two dancing peacocks in one of the blocks of meera bhawan terrace. I was able to remember a lot of wonderful things that I had experienced in that darned and dear place. The peacocks used to dance during the twilight .. ususally the time when I get back to Hostel after having a nice little munch at the redi mostly a sam chat or a malai masala sandwich and a hot glass of masala chai ....

then visit the mess .. mostly like a ritual ..... not to eat but to be with friends and trip each other. then comes the time for gatecalls...It was an awesome time during the first year and the second year .. but we seldom used to get any ... but as days went by the gatecalls became a normal thing ... If no one from the other gender was looking for us we used to scoot off to c not to have a shikanji or a hot cup of coffee depending on what time of the year it is .. we used to sit on the little wall outside of bluemoon and yap our ways off to glory ... we even talked about forbidden stuff and have got caught by the warden just for talking about them ... we used to keep rambling about something or the other or some one or the other not noticing that it is already time for us to be in the hostel .. curfew at 11 you know .. and it would already be 10:55 .. run find your cycles .. I never used to rememebr where I leave it almost everytime ... grab it some how and rush to gate crash .. get yelled at by the choki... sign the late register and get back to your room..... then log on to gtalk and wait for someone u know to come online ... or mail chat on telnet!!!

this used to be a one of the typical days after classes .. (never mind if you dont go to classes) there were hundreds of such typical days .. each of them different ... each of them more meaning ful ...simpler and happier and those were the best days of My life and wll always be!!! wish I get to live like that again.. would give anything for it !!

"Anti" Nostalgia

This is the anti post of the post I did earlier about being nostalgic refer "Nostalgic Days"....

It is the feeling you get when you just want to get it over with... You watch the day go by and just keep waiting for it to get LOST ....The whole of this week had numberous days like this. Has been an anti Nostalgic Week. would never want to remember it again, except for the little appreciation I recieved from my boss's boss for the work I have been doing. ah.. what the hell... The best worst nostalgic week ever !!!!

Joie De Vivre Redifined!

Go on a road trip to goa with four friends who mean the world. 

To know how to play the pambaram or ride a geared Motorcycle when you are in school when a guy doesnt.

Pitch a tent in a clearing near the forest, have a camp fire , drink beer (;)) and play poker with friends

Come home after a long tiring  journey only to hit the bed and think about nothing

Meet someone you love after a reallly really long time

Come home after a long tiring day at work make a hot cup of filter coffee and watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S while you sip it.

cook something  delicious and eat it when  hungry

playbasket ball like a pro and watch people think you are awesome

Hear a bunch of guys secretly compliment your looks in a language that they think you dont know.

 To be continued....