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Here We Go Again!

2011-01-05T21:13:00.000-08:00

Short update, my blog has been virtually untouched for a long time now.

The scene is different now - yours truly is in Bangalore - the land where chinks and tamilian guys are more prevalent than namma Kannadigas!

2011 is bound to be one helluva year - Wordplay Content is kicking ass and our quest to become India's premier domain for web content is on in full throttle.

Starting up with a dedicated team has been an amazing experience so far - but there's more commitments to keep and milestones to hit!

Here's to 2011! :)

~Groove~!

2009-10-28T12:02:00.001-07:00

When Vinay buzzed me up and informed me about a Deep Purple gig in 10 Downing Street sponsored by z3 Shirts, the news hardly hit home, because as far as my playlist goes, Led Zeppelin has always presided over the rest of its kind like Deep Purple or Black Sabbath.

But man, one night in 10D was enough to convince me otherwise.

Deep Purple have this distinct appeal about their songs.. the brashness of Sid Vicious, the guitar play of the overlords.. understandable, cuz they've got Ritchie Blackmore among their ranks.. the guy is pure genius.. and without drifting from the topic, they also have a more subtle sound, a curious mix of world music interwoven into Classic Hard Rock.

Mention Deep Purple and people immediately think Smoke On The Water. There's more to them than that, my friend. And so I discovered along the length of the Deep Purple tribute.. a couple of ol' Deep Purple faithfuls and some songs I had never heard of before.

Had a whale of a time with the merry gang of Vman, Jagan, Kman and Lee.. with our senses melting into El Booze and Le Music.. what better combination can a man ask for, I say. And that's all the French and Mexican I can come up with.. :)

Really tight act.. great band.. with strong lead vocals, a great drummer and guitarists who knew their trade. For the record.. the band consisted of Timothy Madhukar, Joshua Raj, Wilfred Demoz, Shyam Rao, Jim Satya, Vijji Cheyyur and Rohan Nambiar.. rather unknown among the general public, but regulars with the Chennai Rock scene enthusiasts.

Their covers of Burn, Black Night and Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming had the audience roaring for more, and Highway Star was in huge demand with the crowd chanting the song's name over Luke Kenny's talk. Perfect Strangers was yet another great cover.. and dude, we all do know how good Smoke On The Water is, any time of the century.

Amazing night, set the groove factor rolling and sent me ransacking Warez websites for Deep Purple discographies. Hope the z3 guys sponsor more such events and promote the rise of the rock subculture in our city.

Until next time :)

Cheers to life!

Existentialism

2009-06-21T01:30:00.000-07:00

Stumbled across this list of top 10 Existentialist movies of all time.

There are a few more great ones mentioned in the list.. although methinks the guy's done a good job of assessing the messages conveyed in each movie.

And here's the link.

Free!

#6- Chezzhness

2009-04-23T04:11:00.000-07:00

And thats my 50th Post! Half century!

Cheers! Free :D

The Long Arm Of...

2009-04-18T20:35:00.001-07:00

The V-man Chronicles!

2009-04-16T08:23:00.000-07:00

The thing about the Web is, you never get enough of it. It never gets boring, and it never quite gets old, cuz there's always a million stuff you can do. :)

And I kick-off yet another new timepass in my cyber life... Comic Strips!!!!!

I've started this new strip called 'The Vman Chronicles' that specifically revolves around(you guessed it) our very own Vishal and Anish!

Its just that these guys are major sources of fun in their own ways... Vman being the scrawny, happy-go-lucky 'dude' and Anees being the 'rotund', 'chubby'(in his words), or plainly fat funny guy who has a social life that can rival mine anyday. :P

So in a quest to curb my vettiness, I've added this to my daily to-do list.. just check it out and lemme know how badly it sucks.

Get the grub here. Free!!!!

Literature Blues

2009-04-13T09:16:00.000-07:00

Literature is always a riot, and the way we freaking play it is beyond awesome.

Sample a bunch of extremely lazy, non-thinking, free-ing, pointlessly laughing and totally crazy guys and line them up to play this thinking game of cards which focuses on Memory more than anything, and you will know what I mean.

We'd given up on the regular Literature habit due to a bunch of pointless reasons, ranging from the end of Margazhi to the decline of the V-man era, and Mooli was the bleddy fellow who suggested the idea of playing the game at his play during our usual round of Dahi Samosas in Bakya.

So we rounded up the old set of Literature faithfuls... the regular shaving 'set' of Me, Dipak and Jagan... versus GS, Mooli and Mokka Maddy/V-man.

And man, was it a riot. In a flurry of worstu activities and an even worse play, we decided upon new nicknames for our usual gang starting this Tamizh New Year. This may not seem even remotely funny to members outside the vetti circle, but the usual suspects will know what it implies.

So the nicknames go like..

Dipak Ragav- The Thoppa Floo

Maddy- The Mokka Floo

I yam- The Golti Floo

GS- The Worstu Floo

Mouli- The Pool Floo

Jagan- The Late Floo

V-man- The Arrear Floo

and

Anish- The Panda Floo.

If thats not a testimony to our vettiness, nothing else is. And speaking of testimonies, let it be known that I'm currently in a mood of accepting testimonials in Orkut. :P

Cheers... :D Free.

Standby

2009-04-12T05:25:00.000-07:00

I guess I've hit the block big time now. Everytime I think of blogging, my mind just sends out this blank white sheet, pretty much like my freaking printer.

Its one of those days, I guess. It first starts with the ominous rumble. Thy printer beeps out and the PC tells you to get more Ink.

Your sister feigns innocence and acts like she's been wrongly accused(with round eyes, quivering voice and the usual works), even when the whole wide world is aware of the fact that she emptied them cartridges with daily 'Collage' pictures of her and her pals.

But you decide to 'free' that, due to the Act that your Dad's written in Home Politics depriving brothers of the power to inflict mental/emotional/physical torture on sisters.

You spend a few precious bucks and fill the cartridges, and suddenly this new record/assignment/project comes along and you need some fast printouts, so you give away that smug smirking smile, basking in the glory of having a printer in the house... the D-day comes and after working on Microsoft freaking Word for an hour(!)(an hour of work is like a light year of work in my life)... you hit 'Print' in front of one your most sarcastic pals(read: Dipak Ragav), and lean back in your chair still smirking... the Printer sucks up the sheet, chews on it, and spits out its mangled remains.

And you know you're screwed, cuz that sarcastic fellow is now rolling on the floor laughing.

Murphy's Laws come back to haunt you again.

You then get the guy to finally stop laughing, and check the Printer connections in this wannabe-technical way.

Its something that engineering fellows do, they NEVER give up on non-working electronic devices. Its like a national shame, so they atleast fiddle around for a bit, pretending to think it over before finally giving up.

So Dipak and I, the most accomplished engineers from my college's 2006-2010 batch, roll our sleeves up, and try tugging at some wires. No can do. We then fumble around with the ports behind the CPU. No can do still.

He then frowns, scratches his chin and says in this earnest tone "Machan ulla internal connections edhavadhu vittu poirukkum.."

I play along, nod, murmur and open the Printer up. We both stare at the internal parts with baffling curiousity, while aware of the fact that we both do not have the slightest idea what those parts are.

I then blow some air into the printer, kelappifying loads of dust, cough and pause. And after extracting two rubber bands, three 25 paise coins, a tube of Itch Guard(NOT MINE!), one Hanuman photo, some feathers(No Idea), a 10 paise coin, random bus tickets and a train ticket, he says:

"Ippa try pannu."

I steal a new A4 sheet from my Sister's bag, insert it and hit 'Print'. Grinding noises, scratching noises, unearthly sounds, a scream from the nearby house and the torn remains of the paper are thrown out at my face.

I try to joke, cut the worstu situation and say "Is this a Printer or Shredder??" and the guy Kaari-thuppifyse at my PC and starts ranting about how I should get an arnakayir(!) from Harish and hang myself.

And the ordeal didn't end there.

Its been a really long time since I went to Browsing Centres for any darn reason, cuz I have unlimited net at home.. so I was hardly prepared for it when the guy gave me this biodata to fill out, including my name, address, cell number, vehicle's license plate number(!)(seriously!), reference number and signature... just in case I did something illegal.

I mean, come on, we guys gave up on online porn when Anish got caught at Dreams Net ogling at Pamela Anderson... and had to pay his way out of there to keep his Dad unaware of it.. :D

So after all the trials and tribulations, it was a heavenly moment to see my Record sheets gliding out of the Laser Printer.. you know, one of those magical moments like childbirth, which are magical ONLY when its YOUR child being born... or else it just looks like zombie porn. I have a bad sense of humour. *Hitting head*

And with that... I've broken my writer's block again!!!!!!!

Long live printers, Dipak Ragav, Anish and all the other fellows whom I can write pages about without ever getting bored! You guys keep me up and writing!

Cheers!! :D

Demotivational Pictures!

2009-03-28T07:14:00.000-07:00

I've always wondered why them call them that, but they are cool :) ... here are a load of them!

Phlaasaphy Online

2009-03-25T07:50:00.000-07:00

Stumble Upon is THE fucking best.

All you ever wanted to know about how the World works... in one simple comic tale.

The Missing Piece.

Free... cheers.

Fincherism

2009-03-21T23:25:00.000-07:00

David Frigging Fincher.

The guy with an undying love for the darker and mysterious face of the human psyche... and don't his movies speak for his brilliance.

His scripts show his varied taste.. and his camera captures the most ridiculous and vague things in a stark and realistic light. Even when there are no dialogues.. his frames speak for themselves. Minimalist is his approach.. and known to be a hard taskmaster who goes for a million takes to get the shot just as he's pictured it.. this guy is one creative genius.

Who can forget the way he filmed the shot of Edward Norton standing in the way of a running bus(from Fight Club) 20 times, till Norton got hit by the bus and suffered a broken bone?

And the legend goes that he okayed the first take later during editing.

Stumbled upon his interview, one of the very few ones he gives out, here.

For all you movie buffs out there, cheers. And free :)

The Man Strikes Again!

2009-02-26T22:26:00.000-08:00

To all you bleddy buggers who didn't like the wonderful movie called Delhi-6, main man Sudhish Kamath strikes again!

Here.

Burn!

P.s: As a blogger, I'm entitled to occasional indulgences like this one. :)

Free :)

Satanic Verses

2009-02-21T22:14:00.000-08:00

I found this link online where the controversial Led Zeppelin song 'Stairway To Heaven' is played backwards, or rather, backmasked. I don't know anything about the entire process, and this maybe fake or real, depending upon your perspective on the band, but hey, its cool.

The specific paragraph where the 'Satanic' message of the band is hidden is this one:

'If there's a bustle in you hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
its just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes there are two paths you can go by,
but in the long run there's still time to change the road you're on.'

This, when played backwards, runs like:

'Oh here's to my sweet Satan.
The one whose little path would make me sad, whose power is Satan.
He'll give those with him 666,
there was a little toolshed where he made us suffer, Sad Satan'

And you'll find the audio version here.

Interesting.

Random Post #1

2009-02-01T22:17:00.001-08:00

Funny commercials...

No wonder they sell like hot cakes. Who would've thought condom commercials had so much scope? :p

Not to mention the Mentos ad and you neighborhood friendly Chlormint. Dubaara math poochna!

Free..

Legendary

2009-01-20T07:19:00.001-08:00

How I Met Your Mom, Season 2, Episode- The Lucky Penny----------

Lily: You don't understand, this is an amazing sale... I've heard about it, but I never knew where it was! We'll all have a wedding dress camp out, it'll be fun!

Barney: I can't go, I've got this thing.

Lily: What thing?

Barney: Uh... Pen*s?

-------------Barney Stinson rocks... all the way.

Legendary.

Free...

Simply Spacey

2009-01-16T05:19:00.000-08:00

Vatsan gave me the link to this video, and I had to post it for all you Kevin fans out there. Thala Spacey in all his brilliance, doing various impersonations of stars like Marlon Brando, Clint Eastwood, Al Pacino, John Gielgud, Hepburn and Jimmy Stuart. The guy even rolls his eyes like Pacino!

6 minute video, worth every second of it... Kevin Spacey in Inside Actors Studio.

And here's another personal favorite from Youtube... its Robert De Niro auditioning for the role of Sonny Corleone in The Godfather. He didn't get the part, cuz it eventually went to James Caan and he did a hell of a job. But the man did return to bag the role of a younger Vito Corleone in The Godfather II... awesome video. Check it out.

Free.. peace..

Morello Is God

2009-01-06T07:54:00.000-08:00

If there ever was a guy who turned the very tradition of playing the guitar upside down and shook it all up, it was Tom Morello.

For all those Rock-less souls out there, he was the lead guitarist of Rage Against The Machine and Audioslave. This guy can play, and how! He also co-founded the non profit organisation Axis Of Justice along with Serj Tankian, the lead singer of System Of A Down. Don't let the simple demeanour, calm reflexes and Himesh Reshamiyya style cap deceive you, the guy ain't got tattoos on his self, but he's made than sterner stuff than most of us, and his guitars can make the most rigid of stuff bounce.

Check out his sample videos...

Me was almost fallingse at this guys feet after the above videos and their related videos.

And if that made you go 'Whoa!', then maybe this one will knock you out. Kirk Hammett. Master Of Puppets. Ensaai.

The Pukelist Awards 2009

2009-01-03T19:38:00.000-08:00

Its finally here!!

Ladies and Gentlemen, I bring to you the 1st annual Puke-list Awards 2009! 2008 is over and done with now, so for all you folks feeling real low, I'll just show the flip side of what you'll NOT be missing... those little somethings you swore to erase from your lifetime memory.

The year that passed was an unkind year as far as photos were concerned. There was some random thing that went wrong every time a snap was taken... either the lighting was bad, or the picture was blurred, or the fellows being caught on camera were scary as shit. I had a truckload of these photos, and me had a hard time picking the Top Ten. So to cut short my boring paragraph, here we go the best Worst Photos Of 2008...

10. Hairy Matter: What does GS do when he shaves both sides of his head by accident using an electronic trimmer? He calls it a hairstyle. Add to that Jagan's constipated look, Vman in all his essence and Anish's Kelso look, (plus the guy staring in horror from behind).. you have a near winner.

(9). Here Cometh Vman: For those who know the basic structure of Vman's baadi-parts, this must come off as a real shocker.

(8). I-bad: Atleast Vman got the positioning right. I righteously suck.

(7). Dudeness: God knows what SJ tried with my Horlicks sunglasses and his cocked eyebrow. And the serious look doesn't help either.

(6). King Mooli: What he wanted was a real stylish wannabe Vijay pose with his new Messi jersey. What he got was the urgently-waiting-outside-the-toilet routine.

(5). The Mountainhead: Ayn Rand definitely didn't see this coming. The classic picture of a suddenly heavyweight Dipak Ragav... thank god you cut down those pounds, dude.

(4). The Worst, The Mad And The Jetti: This is supposed to come out as one of those Joey-Chandler-Ross poses. What turned out was me with an Amon Goth look, Maddy with voldemort style slitted eyes, and GS looking seriously constipated.

(3). Worst Photography: We clicked this one when we found Jagan's 8th Standard ID-card photo that had him sporting a Gemini Ganesan meesai. The photo turned out to be unbelievably tragic.

(2). Dumbass: This one went Au-naturale. Everybody's heard of God's generosity to Dude Dipak in the ass department, but we wanted a publicity promo. The dumbass refers to me, cuz I was stoned enough to click this.

(1). Worst. Photo. Ever: And ladies and gentlemen... I give to you the big daddy of bad photos. Kids, this is why your mommy told you to not wear stray sunglasses that you chance upon. They might carry deadly infections... or they may make you look like a dumbass. This photo is revered across the globe, I heard a tribe in South America even worship it. Me is proud this came off me camera. Amen.

Now that you're done seeing the horrors that passed, me is certain you're not gonna miss 2008 anymore. And for the disclaimer, the top ten were wholly my personal choice and opinions may vary. Just remember that those were at my disposal and this is my blog.

Until next time, folks..

Maps Of War

2008-12-30T22:27:00.000-08:00

There's this website called Maps Of War that has a whole collection of maps which explain a particular aspect of human history in detail, in just 90 seconds per map. Its very basic knowledge, something that is quite lacking in most of us, like the various governments and eras of history that preceded us. I've embedded two maps here.. check them out, and if interested check the website out too!

Democracies Thro History:

This is remarkable cuz India figures right in front, with the city of Vaishali being one of world's first democratic cities.

The Birth Of Religion:

As usual, it all begins with the birth of Krishna. Damn, we guys were so the men back then!

The website has a lot more of these, so whenever bored, just click it out~!

Cheers... free..(StumbleUpon rocks, btw!)

Stein Um Stein

2008-12-10T00:39:00.000-08:00

With the ease with which it shifts across genres, Rammstein never ceases to amaze me. And after the fervor with which I followed Reise Reise, Asche Zu Asche and Amour... Stein Um Stein is yet another awesome song discovered by the me while surfing through the contents of my PC.

God bless Kman.. he gave me all the dope on Rammstein way back in Class 11 when we both had no idea of how awesome the band was.

Jug Of Life

2008-12-02T20:14:00.000-08:00

No, this is not a new Ricky Martin song, but its about a rather cool website- VideoJug, that Dipak stumbled upon and recommended to me. I checked it out when I had absolutely nothing to do and it was kinda good.

It has all these things guys wanna know about relationships and dating, and other pretty useless daily stuff about how to handle your common problems quite efficiently. Orey the two-minute videos, maybe not so useful for an ascetic like me with zero girls in his life, but this will really light the day up for the rest of my bunch.

Free... check it out, here.

Scum Of The Earth

2008-12-01T19:01:00.000-08:00

What can be more annoying than four days of live coverage of the Mumbai blasts? You guessed it right, the guys in Orkut.

Social networking sucks. It used to suck, but now its got this whole new level of sucking that makes it kinda really unbearable. For the four months that followed my Class 12, I was an Orkut regular, having just signed in with my pals and we used to rate each other, become fans, write testimonials just for the heck of it and kalaaichify Anish's virtual avatar. And then the gaerls entered Orkut, followed by this legion of nerd fellows looking for a lay. Then the process of deterioration started, starting with the big time flirting thing.

Orkut became this haven for all the geeks who would never in their right minds ask a girl out in the real world, and the nerd girls who enjoyed flirting with these guys while maintaining their 'homely' exterior. Orkut also provided a virtual identity, and hiding behind the movie star-display picture, these nerd boys turned into greek gods with the click of a mouse. The 'Testimonials' fiasco followed, and what churned out was unimaginable. In a bid to jollu-vittufy at the girls cleverly in a diplomatic fashion, guys wrote up these mushy testimonials hailing the girls, where layers and layers of flirting were buried under 'she-is-my-best-friend' crap. Add some smileys for perfection, some 'sis' 'bro' lines, a whole lotta adjectives(nice,smart,handsome,beautiful,funny,sweet,cute,naughty,hot,cool etc),some recommendations('she's the best friend one can ever get, ur missing out on a lot if u don't add her!') and you have a potential recipe for a disaster.

But that was not it. The next generation took Testimonials to a whole new level, they wrote small crappy one liners that made no sense even to the recipient, let alone the voyeur. And the much more recent photo-comments, with the fellows scrambling to comment on a photo the girl recently uploaded. Its almost like they wait with bated breath 24*7, fingers oiled and held ready near the keyboard so that as soon as Orkut alerts them of a recent upload they fire on all cylinders, tearing their keyboard apart, typing stuff like 'Aww... cho chweeet..!' 'You look really cute, duh!', and other crap. Girls predominantly make it a habit to load their albums with pictures of so-called-cute sleeping babies and puppies, rather than their own photos. But being the matter-starved species that guys are, they comment on these crap pictures too. Its like nobody has the guts to go to a girl's photo and say 'Ye chi photo nalla illa'. I tried it once and got my ass shot to timbuktu.

Facebook is no different. I always end up checking my Wall really(read:really)late, so late that I end up replying "Exam? What exam? Its not until tomorrow!" for a question some guy posted six months back during the end of my previous semester('Macha how did exams go??'). The applications entertain for a while, but then it gets boring. Personal note... Orkut applications suck.

But still, there are buggers like Anees who swear by Orkut even if there are a million other sites, boasting about having reached 20,000 scraps, hitting on girls he once knew way back in Mysore when they were both kids wearing diapers, doing ultimate vetti things like commenting on Harry Potter forums and uploading Daniel Radcliffe photos and photos of their so-called Workstations(ancient PC's running on Pentium Celeron), and later terming it all as 'Machan, gethu da'.

Scum of the Earth, man.

Even I'm no different, and so are the rest of you buggers with an Orkut ID. :p

Ezzhh... Warsst... Free..

! Radiohead !

2008-11-14T23:49:00.000-08:00

This is one song I never tire of listening... it never gets boring, is crafted out of a single haunting tune, and puts me to sleep every night, wiping away my dire predictions of how tomorrow will be more worse.

No Surprises

A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent.

Free... peace. :)

Hype, Undeserved.

2008-11-13T19:59:00.000-08:00

Daniel Radcliffe cannot act to save his dog's life, let alone his own.

I fail to comprehend how the casting buggers could go so wrong in choosing the best actor for the lead role in one of the world's greatest franchises. The Harry Potter books were a huge rage, all credits to Rowling, because as Gary Oldman put it, "She succeeded in pulling away the kids from all the Playstations and Gameboys and X-boxes and she made them do something their parents could scarcely believe: read a book."

I still remember the time I spent reading first 5 installments, it was one hell of a ride, and I was immature enough to lap it all up. I remember cheering in the middle of a classroom free-period when I was reading through the paragraph where Harry gets his Firebolt (kinda like Ferrari in broom terms), and trust me its not something that I'm proud of. But by the time the 6th and 7th installments were out, I was pretty tired of all the Quidditch and 'He-who-must-not-be-named routine' and I was totally into American Pie. :D

Anyways, going by the way the Lord Of The Rings was filmed, you would expect a decent line-up and a good director at the helm to do justice to the book's values. But NO, all you get is Chris Columbus and some lame-ass kid who looks like Harry Potter, but has the acting skills of a troll on dope. Daniel Radcliffe is so not Hollywood material..! Seriously, he makes Ashton Kutcher look like Al Pacino. And anybody who's atleast seen the trailer of 'Dude, Where's My Car!' will know what I mean.

Radcliffe is just one of these guys the chicks dig, just because he's the kind of loser guy every girl wants for a boyfriend, because they can always take the upper-hand in relationship issues. Girls love trying to dominate men, and thats not gonna happen in most cases. Thats why you don't see girls going gaa-gaa over Tyler Durden and Steve Stifler (!). And thats why you see more and more of these dude-guys-who-can't act-to-save their lives category.

There's Daniel Radcliffe (HP), Orlando Bloom (the Hollywood Abbas), Abbas (ya, that dude in all those side roles), Zac Efron (High School Musical...Ezzhh), Tom Cruise (seriously, the guy can't act) and Ashton Kutcher (he married Demi Moore!).

I see more and more of these guys cuz my sister pollutes the sanctity of my household by watching Disney Channel 24*7, and thats where all these fellows originate from. With shows like Hannah Montana and High School Musical, any self-respecting Government should ban such channels in their country. Or atleast create employment opportunities because jobless souls like me are lured by sheer boredom to watch the ongoing crap out there.

Makes me wonder if Hollywood is the same film industry that bred actors like Al Pacino, Robert De Niro, Sean Penn, Benicio Del Toro, Kevin Spacey, Brad Pitt, Denzel Washington, Samuel Jackson, Morgan Freeman, Edward Norton, Russell Crowe and the rest. I guess a lot of unnamed potru gethu actors are still pending from my list, but you know there are, so free... for now the pluses seem to outweigh the minuses anyway.

This post has nothing to do with the fact that Daniel Radcliffe is English. Also nothing to do with the fact that except for Gary Oldman, some random scientists and Sid Vicious, I hate their whole race altogether. Bleddy Worst Mokka Fellows.

And I haven't done any Anish-bashing for this post yet. Well the fact that we spent two whole years creating Ultimate Harry Potter quizzes ought to qualify for that slot. And the fact that he read Order Of The Phoenix seven times just to figure out some minor detail I must have missed so that he could cleverly outsmart the reigning champion(me!) to win the title ought to fill that slot too. He never found out any question I didn't have an answer to. And that doesn't make me look too good either :p.

Ezhh.. Worsst... Free :D

Gaerls And The B-Word

2008-11-08T21:07:00.001-08:00

You would think, with all the evolution of species thats gone by, girls(or gaerls, as Jaggenius puts it) would have invented some new words to verbally assault each other. But NO, its still the same old standby for their lot... the dreaded B-word. From the time I started noticing some jinguchaan dress-wearing long haired people around me called Girls(back in Class VII, I guess), I've seen the prevelance of the ONLY swear word girls seem to know.

And they treat it like its the equivalent of Avada-Kedavra, giving it an over build-up and using it as a last resort..!!

I remember one time, back in my Class X, there were these two girls in love with the same guy(not ME!)(the previous bracket was for self-popularisingse), and they used to be at loggerheads all the time. I'm not gonna reveal their identities, even though nobody reads my blog(yedhuku vambu)... but I'll say this: we used to call the 1st one Scent Factory, cuz she used like, 10 perfumes All at Once. The 2nd girl was, more or less, the school's so-called gethu figaar. So once the 2nd girl tripped the 1st one on purpose while we were all heading to the assembly. The Scent Factory slipped, ottified some 'mann' in her non-existent 'meesai' and turned into a parody of Red Ross. She stared at the girl that tripped her and said "Bitch!"

There was a moment of horrified silence among the girls, when everybody went "#$%$!!" and covered their mouths in terror.

The last time I had seen guys get stunned like that was when I and Vman caught Anees watching 'Kolangal' with his mom. :))

Ever since I've heard a lot of girl-isms like:

"She's such a Bitch!"

"Oh my God, he must think I'm a Bitch!"

and all that crap.

Guys have no problem though, they are born with an in-built dictionary of swear words. They swear about everything and anything, I was swept off my feet when I heard a pal of mine wish another on his birthday saying: "O**a! Happy Bday da..!"

Guys swear when their bike doesn't start, when India loses the match, when their dinner goes cold, when the Pizza is late, when the traffic signal turns red, when they have to do work, when they end up doing it late, when the work ultimately goes awry, so that means, pretty much everytime. The beauty is, they assault each other verbally, calling each other the names of the body parts they are both aware that they don't possess. Such is the irony of life. Any girl(gaerl) who comes upon two guys shouting at each other will notice atleast 10 of her body parts being mentioned randomly.

There are exceptions, though. There are these Dude-guys who predominantly hang out with gaerls, and also use the B-word. They also use other girl-isms like 'Ya', 'Da'(that sounds like duh),'Yaar', 'Ma', 'Na' etc.

Makes me wish Goundamani would appear on the spot, punch him on the mouth and say "Dei Naaye, Naaye, Naaye! Yaarraa Nee!"

And there are instances guys are nicknamed with the B-word too. This has nothing to do with Anees or Vman. :p

And there is this one time, a gaerl in my class grew so mad at a guy, she yelled "Poda B**du!"

Totally different story. :)

! Monsoon Wedding !

2008-10-26T10:48:00.000-07:00

The past few days have been smashing, and not just because of the festive season. I can list a whole lot of reasons why I have been livelier than usual. And believe me, by lively, I mean Lively, because I've spent almost my entire 20 pointless years looking sombre and brooding like a parody of Drona. And a lame one, at that. So, we were discussing reasons, right?? Here they are:

a) The Monsoon. My personal favorite, the very sight of gloomy grey skies brings out the poet in me[:)] and the thundering dowpours add to the beauty of that divine time that mortals call a 'rainy evening'.

b) My Practicals. They are over. And forgetting the fact that I screwed Micro up beyond any hope, methinks I did a pretty good job of not losing my nerve through the nightmarish Micro session, for I realised over the extent of two hours how Chandler must have felt when George Michaels bitch-slapped him when he rushed the stage at a Wham! concert.

c) Its the festive season! Diwali dude is here, finally! The lights, the sweets, the pudhu-garish-ramarajan-dresses my folks force me to wear everytime, they are all back, and me is one year closer to getting married and laid(!)(yecha polappu)

d) Mouli n Co. wedding reception. It was a fun night, a gang of eight guys, we headed to Mouli's sister's wedding reception and man, was it a riot. Hours of thinkingse on what to gift the couple, (which we spent watching Gary Unmarried and a B-Grade flick called Animal Instincts plus a premiere of the Ravikrishna movie 'KD' at my place), and after an extra hour of me trying to choose a decent outfit to wear amidst the pile of my wannabe-ramarajan clothes, we finally headed to the Hall with no gift in hand!

Add to that, all the fun we had diving into dinner, grinning into the camera through mouthfuls of puri-masala looking like the displaced tribals of Orissa. Ajay 'Mokka' Maddy was the star of the evening though, thanks to the fact that he vaguely resembled the Groom. All in all, orey the photos, orey the videos, orey the shaking hands, and orey the kalaaichifyings. And I tried Beeda for the first time in my life. Too sweet, me didn't like it much. Free.

Its a relief to loosen up a bit before the impending debacle of the semesters, I must say.

P.S: I hate the weird Indian habit of videotaping the people tucking into food in the dining hall. But as long as its osi soru, who cares... :)

Death Magnetic!

2008-10-10T07:55:00.000-07:00

The gods of Thrash are back, and how! All the riffs, all the quirks and that unearthly sound of pounding drums left at the mercy of Lars Ulrich's hands and feet..!!

All hail the return of Metallica, one band that refuses to age and proves its critics wrong everytime. The guys who were gloating after the release of the dismal St.Anger can sulk in peace now, the naysayers can shut their traps, and the followers of the Metallica glory can revel in the sound of their icons at their best.

Downloaded the whole album Death Magnetic via Limewire, and my first impression was 'Whoa-oa!'

Believe me, I was kinda worried after the St.Anger debacle that Metallica were losing their grip slowly over a genre they perfected through the years. Death Magnetic lays all questions to rest. Its thrash metal at its pure unadulterated best. Metallica leaves back its attempts at modern music, and gives us a revisit to its old Master Of Puppets days.

All Nightmare Long, the so-called sequel to Enter Sandman, Judas Kiss, The End Of The Line, The Unforgiven III, My Apocalypse and a whole lot of other tracks promise a permanent place in my playlists for the future. If ur not a Metallica fan, the tracks may take some time to grow on you. Each track goes for, like, 6 minutes on an average, and the hooks and guitar solos will sink in only through regular listening. For Metalheads, however, this is gonna be a wild ride..!

Over gethu, potru, chancee...

Do check it out, free... Peace.

The Day I Tried To Live

2008-08-22T22:21:00.000-07:00

Alternative rock at its best... suited for a rainy evening listen.... Chris Cornell rocks in all his entirety.. !

!!....Infleson...!!

2008-07-15T05:30:00.000-07:00

There are some things in life you never forget. Moments you savor, that remain fresh in memory even years later, and bring on those nostalgic train of thoughts. In case you're wondering why I'm getting so 'peeter' and 'feelingse' its because I can't think of how to start this new damn post. Writer's block, they call it. Mine is the size of a darned mountain. Okay, back to the topic.

I still remember the first time I entered the world of Bakya... pretty late, just after my Class 12, considering the fact that most of my pals spent their entire lives there. It was this kind of magical place where you could eat, and eat, and eat, and there was still no way on Earth that you would go bankrupt.

Anish and I took a stroll down Arya Gowda Road once after watching a movie at his place, and I was so ravenously hungry that he suggested that we grab a bite at some place he called "Baghya". I was like, "What?", having spent all my money on Hot Chips the previous four years.

"Its a good place, dude. Very cheap, they give you loads to eat... ", he said.

Now, if you want advice on where to eat and what to eat, ring up good old Anees, as we call him. At a Hundred and Four kilos, he's spent all his life gulping down junk food from around the city. There's never a better connoisseur of food, and he's got all the good places indexed. The guy used to walk around high school, bragging about the way he dug into six different delicacies and four drinks on a single evening at West Mambalam. You might call him an extreme dhanda-soru or vekkam-keta-janmam, but nothing penetrates that bulky exterior. Okay, back to the topic.

So I entered Baghya, (or Bakya, as the name goes), and one bite of the luscious Aloo Chat was enough to convince me that this was heaven on Earth. Being a lecherous bastard, I had always imagined heaven to be a bright sunny world filled with partially dressed beautiful women who sat on my lap and popped strawberries and grapes into my mouth at regular intervals. Now I could see heaven as a dimly lit place filled with the sound of hissing oil, clanging metal, and delicious aroma of softly simmering Panneer Butter Masala. Bakya was all this and more.

It had the reputation of being phenomenally overcrowded, but we guys always caught a spot to sit and enjoy our food. It was the domain of the 'Gangs', the vetti school pasanga, the tharudhala college group, the high school self proclaimed rowdy groups, the englipis-speaking cooling glass-wearing NRI buggers, and the occasional Mama or Maami.

It was the first place to address the problem of giving 'treats'. If a guy caught you off-guard on your birthday or on some occasion and demanded: "Machan...! Treat!"

You could give him that yo-yo confident smile and say, "Sure da. Saindharam Bakya vaa.."

Aah, those were the days.

Anyways the other day I caught Anish wandering mindlessly in 7th avenue, bumping into passing vehicles, walking right into puddles of mud without even bothering to see where he was headed. For a moment there, I thought he was drunk. And then, the cogs started working in my brain. Anish? Drunk? Sheesh. No way. So I crossed the road quickly and caught up with him, saying "Dude, what happened??"

I hadn't seen the guy this serious since they shut down my school canteen due to lack of funds. He looked at me vaguely for a moment. For a second he didn't recognize me, then he starting muttering incomprehensibly: " Bakya... Paneer Fried Rice.. 38..."

The world crashed around me. All of a sudden, the world went silent, and nothing mattered anymore. My marks, the bike, the incomplete assignments, they all seemed so trivial. Turned out, Inflation was the culprit. Bleddy Manmohan Singh, the bun-vaayan in the turban, was the black mark. When the news channels were screaming about the rise in inflation and price rise, I was like, "So what, man?". Now I knew exactly what it was.

May the UPA government rest in peace. Amen.

Damn, all this typing has made me hungry again. Gotta hit Bak- no wait, I cant. *Sigh* Free...

`Deep Shit`

2008-07-09T07:26:00.001-07:00

They say life is just a cycle.

The wheel of life keeps rotating, and when it goes up, its bound to come down. Which makes me seriously doubt it, cuz my life seems to be pretty much stuck at the bottom half of the deadly cycle shit. Life was not by any means gr8 during the hols, spent some vetti times with pals... that was the highlight, everything else was pretty much okay.

And then my hols ended and college started... same old shit, new flavor, more like.

Fate, or rather, the karma of my Semesters struck around the wee hours of the 4th of June. And Jesus, was it a bolt from the blue.

Then started the steady decline of events. It was beautiful, in a violently brutal sort of way. Things falling apart, breaking down, happen with such precise detail, that for a moment you are totally mesmerized by them.

Lost the bike that had been promised for me, long ago, by my family. In something that I didn't foresee, I lost my watch due to sheer negligence, turns out getting a new one isn't exactly a piece of cake. Add to that, a lost Ericsson headset, that my dad swore he'll never buy again.

I had been promised a monthly allowance of 1k.. and that scheme went down the drain next. So I was stranded at the beginning of the new month, without two bucks to rub together. And more so, when one of the most special days in my life arrived, and left me feeling rather helpless and torn, the burden of an unkept promise weighing on my back.

But its gotta turn, this tide. I hope it does.

Maybe materialistic pleasure isn't everything, as some say. But for some reason, I can't see the story behind that. Its not a wonderful thing, being pissed off at the world all the time. Not that I'm whining about an unfair world, I think I truly deserve what I'm going through. But then, its been too long since something I always wanted happened the way I wanted it to.

This facade, this mask that I wear, is cracking. The smile spray-painted on its outer half is fading into oblivion, there lies nothing but a blank cold surface, drained of hope. Tired of Life.

It withers away, its falling now.

Like A Rolling Stone

2008-06-14T00:15:00.000-07:00

Just another boring day in the offing, and I happened to come across this.

ARR's interview for the Rolling Stone Magazine... !

Get a load of it here.

Must say, it is a nice change to see namma-ooru fellows on the cover of international magazines. Rahman rocks, in all his entirety. Cheers:)

Peace.

V for Vethuvetta

2008-06-06T03:02:00.000-07:00

Okay, as I am entirely vetti at home this summer, I've taken up a habit of adding useless and vetti-scene things to my blog. These things have no significance at all, and are jusht for diversion and distraction, to take your mind away from my awful posts.

There is this clock that shows you Indian Standard Time (applicable to all major indian cities) that shows you exactly the amount of time you are wasting, or have wasted here.

There is also this counter that joblessly counts the number of times my blog is hit by unassuming fellow creatures.

There is a brand new Shoutbox, whose very creators don't have the slightest idea what its uses are. But it looks quite cool, and in a consumerist spree, I had to have it.

There is also a Blogroll. Now THIS is frequently used, by people, to escape out of my blog to other half-baked ones.

Anyways, I'm creatively challenged enough to write a post about all this.

Okay, for all the people who want to yecha-thuppify at this post, use the Shoutbox, alright? [:D]

Free... Peace.

Of Guitars and Drums...

2008-06-05T05:11:00.000-07:00

Its cool, how some people ADORE Rock and some DESPISE Rock with the same intensity, you know?

Rock turns people crazy. It breeds monsters out of nerds, it breeds psychos out of saints. Like it or not, people always have something to say when it comes to Rock. Its something you use as a bridge of conversation, when you are talking to a newly introduced fellow and you run out of interesting topics to discuss without sounding boring. After you finish up well beaten tracks like Sports and Food... you slip in something like:

"You dig Rock, man?"

If the guy goes "Rock?? Shit. You know the 40th Symphony of Mozart?? Now thats music.", chuck him out of your house. Now.

If the guy goes all radiant and "Du-ude... Metallica owns, man.", you have a pal for a lifetime.

Some guys(a.k.a Dipak) never understand what the fuss is about Rock. Ear splitting guitars with drums that thrash at unearthly tempos with a gang of guys roaring into their mikes fail to make any impact on their ears. They give you lame reasons like "Blindly aping the west", "No melody", "Just a fad" and "Un-Indian."

While others(a.k.a Rest Of The World) feel the rush of adrenaline that creeps up your veins when Joey Jordison rolls out his Double-Bass drums into near immortality. These are the guys who whistle when Kirk Hammett gets going, know that Panic! At The Disco is the name of a band and are generally aware of who Kurt Cobain is and what Grunge is.

Rock as a whole is divided into a truckload of genres and sub-genres, that nobody keeps track of it anymore. The latest variants... Emo and Nu-rock almost sound like Pop, with some guitars thrown in. They sound like BackStreet Boys on Amps, and are the favorite target of ridicule from purists, who still swear by good old AC-DC, Metallica and Iron Maiden.

You gotta pick your kind of thing. It's almost the music of the working class, who sweat and toil to earn their bread, and who use it as a tool to rant and rage and point their middle-fingers at their employers living in their suites. It is also the music of the Freak, a rebel in his own universe, who finds solace in its self-demeaning lyrics and decays to nothingness. It is the music of the young, and the old. It presents hitherto unknown lives in a song. It means so much to so many. It is also, primarily, a tool to ease out and party when you are hitting your hols.

Rock is also a reason for you to screw up your face in disgust and say.. "N Sync?? Yuck..."

P.S: Metalheads listen to Pop too.. but they'll never admit it.

Alert In The Yeria

2008-06-05T02:17:00.000-07:00

Okay.... this news may be as fresh as cold pie to some of you fellas... and also as hot as... u kno,,free... to some others, but a movie starring Robert De Niro and Al Pacino is releasing this September, I think its a worldwide release.

Free... its called Righteous Kill... check it out.

This is the official trailer of the movie.

God knows, we can all do with a ticket.

Peace.

The Big Movie Projekt

2008-06-02T23:03:00.000-07:00

Its funny, how a guy waits all year for summer vacation to arrive and when it finally does, spends it literally thinking of what to do all the time.

Alright, its not funny. Its crazy. And I for one, clearly have no idea of how to spend my time, so I guess I'm jobless enough to write a post about it. Anyways, I got some options.

I could shift my ass up and down town a bit and actually do a pretty useless jig of In Plant Training, as they call it. Its the shorter version of a longer sentence that goes "parking your bum in some Tech company for a week and collecting a pointless certificate at the end of it all to have a shot at a job you know in your wildest dreams you won't ever get."

Or maybe I could actually roam around with pals to good old hangout spots in Chennai, spending time either eating or kalaaichifying some poor bastard just cuz he's too bored to retort. Or I could try my hand at Football... (pretty late in life, yeah, but hell I'm not playing for a League?!!).

Or I could just ramble on in this damn blog cuz I know GS is reading this... Jeezuz Christ, he must be suicidal.

Or maybe I could try making a movie. Sounds cool when you say it, doesn't it? Makes you sound like Christopher Nolan, with a 2 megapixel camera maybe. But hey, its a start!

Jagan and I came up with this idea mainly, after months of tirelessly watching the best movies in the whole wide world. You see a movie like Requiem For A Dream, you see a movie like Trainspotting, and then you end up seeing a movie like Kuruvi. And then you realize that if Dharani can direct such a lame-ass movie(understatement, its much worse), so can you.

So Jagan came up with this idea, he said "Macha, lets direct a short movie. You know, just for timepass."

I was, like, "You think? Yeah... maybe we can. But we need a better story than Kuruvi and a good camera."

Maybe I sound like a desperate nerd trying to impress readers, but I write stories. Used to, but still can, I guess. So all we needed was a camera..! And a few guys to add up for fun. Turned out our dear friend Ram owned a handycam, something thats still considered high-class in my circle. (Yelai-India)

So then, we decided to give it a shot and direct a pretty serious movie, the story for which is currently under construction. As far as the crew goes, we are open for recruitment...!!!! Its an offer you can't refuse, we give you a job AND a spoof name of a famous Filmmaker. Sounds gr8?? Then join the team...!

He he... maybe we will premiere it at Mouli's house. Only, don't tell him... he'll lock up his gates then.

CREW:

Direction, Story- Sani Ratnam (Mani Ratnam)(Urs truly)(that means ME)

Screenplay- Quentin Cappuccino (Tarantino)(Jagan)

Assistant Director- David Puncture (Fincher)(Dipak)

Cinematography- James Cameraman (Cameron)(Ram)

Music, Soundtrack- Shyam Anderson (Sam Anderson)

Singers- Harish Ration-illaya (Reshammiya)

Producer- Mouli Srinivasan, though we haven't told him the good news yet.

Cheers then... until my next post. Adios.

Insignificance..!!

2008-04-02T01:14:00.000-07:00

"People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden."

"3 minutes. This is it. Ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?"

*Muffled sound*

With a gun barrel between your teeth you speak only in vowels.

"I'm sorry?"

"I can't think of anything."

And so started one of the biggest cinematic journeys of my life, as far as it goes. For the ones among you who think Nihilism is a joke, here's my boot.

I've always been a great fan of David Fincher's movies, but this one takes the honours of being his best. Yup, Fight Club. Alien3 was this largely unknown also-ran movie which put Fincher on the map, while Seven sent the audiences reeling with its unrelenting display of levels of Psychosis our dear old Kevin Spacey can achieve. Fincher added Morgan Freeman and a slowly rising Brad Pitt to the cast, and lo! An entertainer that shocked audiences was born.

Then came The Game, with yet another intriguing story, this time starring the quintessentially impudent Michael Douglas. The Game was a typical Fincher-esque movie... with Sean Penn and Deborah Kara Unger adding to the mix. And then came the masterpiece.

With a story right out of a novel that was a shock hit among the literary circles, as pundits were busy criticizing or applauding the guts of Chuck Palauhnik, the author, Fincher set to work. Fight CLub starred Brad Pitt as the new age Guru Tyler Durden, Edward Norton as the nameless narrator of the story, and Helena Bonham Carter in one of the roles only she can pull off with conviction.

Pitt plays the role of Tyler, the icon for millions around this world struggling to keep up with the toll that modern life takes on them. A world where success is measured by the amount of money you make, where there are no roads for further development, where men are emasculated versions of their once dominant peers. Tyler is a nihilist who believes that nature's cause is being tampered with... as people try and grow more and more perfect, they are letting their imperfections trivial. This leads to a stunt in evolutionary growth, as we are no longer what nature wants us to be. Tyler's theory is to preach people to be imperfect, cuz as he says cockily....

"Self improvement is masturbation. Self destruction is the answer."

Edward Norton plays the narrator, one of the millions of office employees working jobs they hate so that they can earn money to buy things they don't even need. His tryst with insomnia drives him into Tyler's hands, and the way they influence each other's lives forms the crux of the story.

Only David Fincher can do justice to a story as dark as Fight Club, and he has. Brad Pitt rocks in his role... his looks, his swagger and attitude bring Tyler to life. Norton, while under-rated, steals the show. His portrayal of the suffering common man surpasses every other role he has done so far. Overall... a modern day classic... Kudos to David!!!

May Tyler rest in peace.

Amen.

Breakthrough

2008-04-02T01:08:00.000-07:00

In my pursuit to write something worth reading, never have I faced such a huge void as the one I've been experiencing for the last one year. 2007 wasn't such a kind year to me, I guess. Well, I definitely hope to break the jinx into 08 as I post this piece of crap!

A lot of stuff has been going on ever since I put the hold on my blogging rap.. Country's been going to the dogs as usual.. I've discovered new fields of interests... primarily in Photography and Music.. seems like writing ain't the only thing right now.

A bunch of new philosophies in hand... i come once again to feed the lesser mortals with the fodder their brain needs to keep 'em happily insane.

Cuz hey, you wont believe the predictability of stupidity...!!!!!!!!!!

When Tigers Go Mute

2007-03-24T13:39:00.000-07:00

Hoo-haa...India!! Aaayaa India!! Well, the Indian team are booking their return tickets at last..... saving us the avoidable disgust of seeing them get pounded by the rest of the world teams one by one. Acting true neighbours to the friendly foes Pakistan, their bags are packed and ready, faces long, expressions sombre, sad looks ready for deployment if the ever-hungry media tackles them at the Airport. Experts are trying to figure out what went wrong..... trying to work out the reason for the team's meek surrender....a team which had the best batting line-up in the world.

Lemme take my foto on what went wrong at the carribean... as it goes EVERTHING went wrong at the same time. Not for a second right since their first match did India show nerves of steel.....the steel required to win a high-pressure tournament like the World Cup. In the first game against Bangladesh, they appeared uncertain, like a team of trolls.... who didn't know whether to attack or defend wickets against a small-town team and ultimately lost the mental edge. Sehwag stood rooted to the ground as he swung his bat in great arcs, trying desperately to find form. Ganguly, though painstakingly slow, showed resilience and the fielders and bowlers disappointed.

Then along came Bermuda, an amateur team..... totally new to this scenario... and India gt a chance to make amends quickly. Sehwag hit a century, the others continued the good work of demolishing a bowling attack that was nowhere near the attack exerted by an Indian street team. But Sehwag looked tense and worried from the start.... the Indians started dominating the match only well past half the game.

The final hurdle arrived with a bang, and many successive events occured. The extremely fragile bowlers put in a decent effort of holding back a roaring side, eaded by Jayasuriya, intent on increasing their points. Dhoni pulled a couple of starry dives and dropped the plum ones, Tendulkar showed the world again why he is the world's most feared batsman.... and the Indian team gave up when the Lankans squeezed the mickey outta them.

The media is having a ball criticising Chappel for the losses.... but guys, what can a coach do if the players, who find it easier to act in advertisements and endorse products, show no team spirit, no killer instinct, and play some of the dullest cricket the world has seen? After all, he doesn't croon "Boost is the secret of my energy!!"

Dravid is an extremely good player who has a lot to offer the country in the years to come, but when it comes to captaincy, he is a sore stitch. The control Ganguly had over the players..... the body-language, the aggressive nature..... the sharp remarks he gave to people who deserved them..... they were what made him India's most successful captain. All these aren't Rahul's cup of tea.

Tendulkar should be given a break from World Cricket... so okay he's a legend and everything but even legends get sacked when they fail to perform. In this world, there are just two kinds of men..... winners and losers. And right now....Sachin is in the latters list. Give him a standing ovation.... tell him to take a break....bring in some new blood.... thats what can save us now. And we gotta renew Chappel's contract..... cuz to drive these lethargic fools around....kick their ass....cut their egoistic noses... we need a ruthless aussie like Chappel. Noone else can fill the gap.... no desi cricketer....cuz when it comes to kickass stuff.... you gotta learn it from the Aussies. And more.... Dada for captain....!! Pathan, Harbhajan and Dhoni should be given the boot.... Dinesh Kaarthick needs some attention, the poor guy. Dhoni can flaunt whatever he wants... opening a hair saloon may be a better option for him than cricket.

The Cup's gone.... another four years to plan, pursue and achieve.... lets hope we reach our destination next time!!

Whatever....d00d

2007-03-20T10:52:00.000-07:00

Phew......the past one week's been one of the most eventful ones in my ruddy life. What with the World Cup off to a blistering start...... the Nandigram ruckus....some other daily crap...most importantly....my finally filled records and observations and the rockin Iron Maiden concert...!!!

Took a coupla days off college to face all the load I had to complete..... then tried to wangle tickets for the concert.... failed magnificiently in the effort..... cried silently when I shaved off my french beard....hip-hip-hoorayed when Ireland burst a rod up Pakistan's ass.... booed when Sehwag brilliantly executed his duck-a-day routine..... forced my face into grim silence when I heard of Woolmer's death.... poor guy... the pressure took its toll on him after all.... he had to face the rap.... and Inzy too... he'll be remembered as one of the most honest players of all time.... well, things like these happen.... lets see how the Pakis bounce back. All these crap bring me back to the media.

There's this crappy channel on TV called Times Now.... bunch of shitheads..... unfiltered.... who created a goddamn sensation out of India loss to Bangladesh. Well folks, Bangladesh were way better on the field than India that day and the best team won. But what-the-fuck are these ANGRY FANS (read:bullshitters) thinking...... taking it unto themselves to teach players a lesson or two by breaking up buildings??? Here ye folks....you made these stars.... they are what they are because of YOU....they will be slow sluggish and lethargic as long as you provide them that larger-than-life image and make them gods. So this channel ran an exclusive for one damn day on this unimportant topic..... then when Woolmer died the next day.....they ran a cover story on how the Media were unnecessarily creating tensions amidst the public on trivial issues....leading to fates like Woolmer's.

The Chairman of Times Now better not be in Chennai....or I'm gonna fuckin screw him. So, coming back(or front ...it doesnt matter) to the status of the Indian team....well they pulled a fast one on Bermuda....but d00ds its BERMUDA they were playing....on no count can they be proclaimed to be on form....so lets wait and see....!!

P.s: About Ramadoss's campaign to change the medium of instruction in Proffesional Colleges to Tamil....is he really worth talking about in a honorable thing like a blog??? Sorry....sottai.....

So till the next one....ppl!!

Is Global Warming False??!!

2007-01-26T07:43:00.000-08:00

Much has been written and said about the phenomenon of Global Warming. I'm pretty sure that this article will be given just a passing glance by browsers cuz lets face it: Everyone's had read enough articles about it to last them a lifetime. But then, do we really know all the facts??

The Indian Government, along with China and Brazil has been a strong supporter of this theory since long.....and hence it has always imparted to the public that Global Warming is a disaster looming towards us in the near future and our textbooks have carried a similar message since High School.

We have been fed opinions forcefully.....and since now there hasn't been much room given for free-thinking. Every argument has two sides..... and the Indian Public have never seen much of the other side of this issue: the side that debates fiercely that Global Warming is just a wild theory....and is untrue.

Read ahead to know what some prominent members of the Anti-GW movement have to say.

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The conclusions of the IPCC are unjustified, as Cloud Physics is still a weak subject, a subject which hasn't fully evolved as of yet.....and is in no certain status to make predictions. Climate models CANNOT predict Future Climate till they can predict Solar and Volcanic activity. Most studies of IPCC have errors that have been hidden from the general public.The computer models used to make such predictions are still evolving, and don't take into account recent feedback mechanism. The increase in hurricane activity has been cited as the result of Tropical Multi-Decadal signal.

Industrial Revolution may not necessarily have caused Global Warming, as Global Temperatures went down between 1940-1970, even as CO2 levels shot up drastically.

There is a variation in the estimation of CO2's effectiveness as a greenhouse gas, but they are generally 10-100 times lower than water weight, leaving a net effect of man-made CO2 emisions at less than 1%.

Factors such as Sunspot activity, which occurs in a 11-year cycle, are directly related to Global Warming. Hence these may also be a cause for the rise in temperature.

Global Warming is largely a result of reduced low-altitude cloud cover from reduced Galactic Cosmic Rays.

Global warming is a highly politicized issue, with various Parties supporting various views. The climatologists take sides or cover-up bare facts due to the fear of losing their funding by the Parties. This phenomenon, also called the Politicisation Of Science, was discussed as a cause of concern by reknowned Science-Fiction author and critic Michael Crichton.

CO2 consists of just 0.0381% of the Earth's atmosphere. The Earth has been in an Ice Age with greater level of CO2 (0.441%) during the Ordovician Period. Studies of Ice-Age also show the CO2 levels increasing after Temperature Rise than before. Hence Correlation is not Causation.

Also, Greenhouse Effect and GDP growth are directly related. Hence the steps outlined by the IPCC for its prevention will cost us some serious money. Third-World countries will lose a lot of bread due to this.

During the 1970's, the Global Cooling concern was alarmist and was afterwards discarded. The Global Warming phenomena may turn out to be one too.

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Like I said before, an argument always has two sides, and theories may constantly be proved and disproved. Personally, I don't know what to believe. Even though the Anti-GW's arguments do seem level-headed and logical, it is a fact that its prominent leaders are backed by powerful Fossil-Fuel Industries, which may face heavy losses if the Global Warming theory is confirmed.

Because merely, as Crichton himself states in one of his books, 'Absence of proof is NOT proof of absence'.

Brood it over, people...... until I return with my next post!!

<<## Woes Of The West ##>>

2007-01-20T04:39:00.000-08:00

Welcome to the Indian west..... the glitzy land of Gorillas. The land of jarring remixes, larger-than-life stars and cliched movies.

Let me give you three reasons why Indian Cinema is going to the dogs.

1. Its got schmucks called Stars.

2. Any kind of noise is majorly called Music.

3. Ram Gopal Varma and the others.

You know a country is sure heading to the gallows when the news of an aged Bazouk superstar getting an Honorary Degree overshadows that of a hardworking uncommon Scientist recieving the same award. Thats it, ladies and gentlemen.... the world of demi-gods, crooners and glamourous copycats....Bollywood.

The term Bollywood itself is a sad relevation of the state of the Indian Mind today. Hell, which other country has stooped so low so as to name its Movie Industry in sync and rhyme with the American Film Industry of Hollywood??!!

And to think of the country's plight....when the local ones follow suit....naming themselves Kollywood (Kodamakkam) and Tollywood (Telugu) !!!

<# Shit's hit the fan,,yo! #>

India can never hope to achieve the status of a Superpower, not as long as the general public worship the Star Avatars. Heck, people don't care about our citizens being killed in the North-East, but they perform poojas and lay garlands when an actor falls ill. Truly, I feel ashamed to live in the midst of such a population, I can tell you. If Abdul Kalam hadn't contested for the Presidential Elections, children would still be watching schmucks wriggling their fingers and singing duets in a movie hall.

I am not totally against cinema, people.....i appreciate good cinema.... cinema that makes you lean back and think. Cinema that contributes something to the society. Indian cinema is not devoid of these movies either.....there have been movies like Rang De Basanti, Yuva and Black which shine with an aura of their own in a crowd. But these movies are of the one-in-a-million category.

This sad state is due to the lack of good directors, who can think of good subjects and themes. Making commercial movies is not a sin, as even film-makers need their daily bread. But there should be an underlying meaning in all the din created. Why do we lack movies like V For Vendetta in a country that surely needs movies of such type.....what with its dim-witted politicians and degrading values?

I'd like to thank the likes of Sanjay Gupta, Ram Gopal Varma and other big-shot directors here.
" Thank you all for ur struggle of upholding Indian Cinema to International standards, but we don't need you anymore. You can take a break, Sanjay, there are hordes of movies which you haven't copied frame-by-frame yet, and we're really in no hurry to see them. You too, Mr. Varma, enough of ur once-upon-a-time-there-was-a-gangster bullshit. Honestly, Coppola should be feeling like shit right now....wondering why on earth he made 'The Godfather' after watching the Indianised versions. Mahesh Bhatt needs a movie as an excuse to let out his carnal desires.... who needs sex-education when his movies are being released every week? Also, all the Johars and Chopras.... we youngsters lost our appetite for Love and Families after watching your respective movies."

Also, a few aged actors should seriously consider retirement as an option.....c'mon guys, it gets you once in a while when you see toothless bozos flirting with young women...!

And to the Indian public: listen up, people.... actors aren't immortal. Period. You can't just burn buses, trash the roads and raise havoc when they die. And stop bursting crackers, throwing bashes and decorating their cut-outs with garlands. They are mortals who live on your money.....the day you start shunning bad movies, encouraging the fine arts and evolving into a mature and literate group....you'll be bigger than them.

Larger than life, I can assure you.

This is me, signing off.

<< PoiNtLesS ParagrapH >>

2007-01-15T10:55:00.000-08:00

God Bless the guys who hav enough guts to declare their love to a lady......as far as I''m concerned, I'd rather take a Lion for a walk than do IT.

Maybe I'm an introverted, perverted and crazed psycho, or maybe I'm just plain <>....my voice deserts me frequently at the time that I need it the most. Whenever I see HER with that electric smile, springy walk, and piercing gaze of her's, I tend to lose my Voice, my Gait, my Grip, my Foot, my Mind, and my Heart.

Now, considering the basic rules and norms of Anatomy, it would be impossible for a human to survive without the above accessories, but Medical Miracle or not..... she just makes me go 'Gaaaaaaaaaa.....' like a speechless wacko, and I remain there till she leaves, hardly noticing my surroundings....cuz c'mon, man, who CARES??

Loving a gal madly.....so madly that her very sight makes you go to 999th heaven... but being unable to tell her that you do, can be one bitchy experience. After all those days of silent observance....... crazy behavior..... changing interests.... growing attraction and fluctuatig fortunes.... the final 'No' word makes many a guy go reckless, wild and manic.

You know you love a gal when

1. U keep lookin at her, knowing tht its pointless....but still deriving the serene pleasure of seeing her face.

2. U fall down a chaos, blissfully aware that ur mind is fresh and free..... while hearing her voice over the fone.

3. U start crashing from within when she cries...... wanting to hold her and support her.... wiping away her tears.

4. U spend sleepless nights dreaming of her..... anxious about her opinion towards you.

5. U give up ur old habits.....willing to break ur ethos on the hope tht she may like you better.

6. U dread the D-day.....the day of reckoning.....and wonder whether life will ever be the same after that......

This, folks, is love, under my terms.....

The magic tht keeps the world going.

Bull's Eye !!!!

2007-01-15T10:26:00.000-08:00

Quite a hectic week indeed, but then there was a pleasant ending to the tale......saw the movie Guru yesterday.....amidst all the hype and public goddamn speculation....... and was it worth the wait!!!

Mani's movies have a habit of remaining highly discreet, yet the director teases our mind with occasional tidbits of information so that by the day of release, the movie generates a huge measure of hype and hoopla.....he's still in business cuz his movies live up to audience expectations, always.

Guru has gone one step beyond, though......it not only fulfills all expectations but also exceeds the limit.....thus churning out 3 hours of magic onscreen. The only period movies to near Guru's stature are Kamal Hassan's 'Hey Ram' and Mani's own 'Iruvar'.

Guru explains the growth of GuruKanth Desai....... an illiterate villager with a shrewd mind and a charming attitude. He works at Turkey, selling Petrol Cans for a living, and then returns to India, dreaming of making it big in life by doing business. The movie traces his slow rise to the Big League, and the hurdles that he faces as he grows in power and influence.

Abhishek rocks the scene with powerful acting, and he greatly resembles Bachchan Senior in certain shots. A few scenes trigger memories of Mani's earlier works, especially 'Nayagan'. Ash does a cool job as Guru's level-headed and confident wife.....excellent performances by Mithun Chakraborty and Madhavan make the story race through successfully. Vidya Balan, with minimum screen space, manages to reach through to the audience and the rest of the cast do a commendable job.

Rajiv Menon brings back the lush 50's of Indian History to life with stunning imagery and angles.......he sets the color and lighting apt to the mood of the scene. A.R.Rahman is a class unto his own....and need it be said that Mani has, for the n'th time, proved why he is the Best Director on this side of the country!

Well, with tht review in place....nuv i guess igtg....so until the next post.....!

WonderWall [//]

2007-01-02T09:27:00.000-08:00

The worst day of my life, or rather, one of the worst days of my life.

Considering the fact that I still have a horde of assignments to submit, along with my Graphics work, English Seminar and Freelance Projekt, I can merrily sulk at the thought that the week ahead is gonna be a real bitch.

Any normal mortal might have cracked under the pressures that my circumstances offered, but I'm CK, one incorrigible sonofagun. So naturally, amidst all the fucked up mess I managed to squeeze time out to talk to the gals I know, putting kadalai (groundnuts) knowing that I'm taking the ball with my back against the wall.

And then, amidst all the chaos, deep in conversation with a well-known gal about totally teen stuff, something clicked. We were talking about the days we spent together years ago at Junior High.... the days of awakening.... when we guys discovered that we were no more children, girls were no more enemies, and Kamasutra was not an epic.

We had a rocking time then, a group of completely crazy fellows with our female counterparts, living the Cool life, grooving to the beats of the new generation. We were freshers to the Teen world then. Our adventures, fantasies and the consequences we faced were numerous and gripping....and we all moved ahead with life after the parting of ways occured, forcing the past to the corners of our mind.

We never forgot the old stuff, though. Cuz as they say, there's something about your first slice.

Anyway, this gal pal of mine, who I was talking to, gave me an idea. As mentioned before, I was the writer in our group, a regular helper of hopeless romantics with poems for all times, free of cost. And I write two-bit novels, my pals say they are good, and I haven't gone to the extent of trying to get them recongnised. The gal and I were talking of old times, when she said :"Hey CK....man, why doncha try punching our memories down in ink and paper? You could create a wonderful book, one full of surprises, adventures, and crazy humour!"

"A book?" I asked.

"Yea, a book. As in B.O.O.K, El Dorko!"

A book. Now, maybe I'm crazy, but i knew enough math to figure out that the pains of writing a book would ruin my already overloaded work table, so I promptly said "Naah....thas too much trouble. And we all know what happened, rite?? Wats the book for, then??"

The topic ended there, and after covering a patch of un-kadalied ground, I returned to my table, deep in thought.

I had always considered writing a book on my times at Delhi and Chennai, and her idea seemed to be the perfect opportunity to do the job without making it look autobiographical. Just a teen story, about a bunch of boys and gals, who go through the hurdles of life, full of raw energy and passion, and come to terms with their destiny. Period.

I whipped out a sheet, plucked a pen out from my bag, and wrote the heading : Four Point Noone.

"Hehe, maybe this is gonna be a wild ride"...........

Ninety Nine Problems And A Blog Ain't One

2007-01-01T03:35:00.001-08:00

Ahem ahem......... so now that the boundaries of my infinite wisdom (assholes snigger at this point) have been pushed farther towards blogs after the Orkut fiasco, it can be announced with a bang that CK has finally arrived here at Blogger with the sole aim of ruining candy-ass minds and trashing the world of blogging with my rabid and addictive influence (hehe).

So then people.........it is my duty to warn you that these pages are COMPLETELY pointless, and those jobless souls with enough time to kill may go ahead and browse through the contents that may appear here in future.

And to the kids, who might be tempted to take a peek into the hitherto unexplored mind of a psychic teen (who spends half his life locked up by his folks), I say this......Curiosity is NOT a sin, just make sure you clear your Browser History contents......all set?? So here goes!

Ninety Nine Problems And A Blog Ain't One

2007-01-01T03:35:00.000-08:00

Ahem ahem.........