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sujatha's work

2009-04-14T22:27:00.000+05:30

This work of sujatha, just popped out of nowhere from a forum.

கோயிலுக்குப் பக்கத்தில் கார் துடைக்கக் காத்திருப்பாய்
கூட்டமுள்ள ஹோட்டலில் சாப்ட்டவுடன் ப்ளேட் எடுப்பாய்
பாயின்றிப் படுத்திருப்பாய் ப்ளாட்பாரத்தில் குளிப்பாய்
பட்டரையில் வெட்டிரும்பால் பகலிரவாய் தட்டிடுவாய்
சாயங்கால சமுத்திரத்தின் அருகில் சுண்டல் விற்பாய்
சந்துகளில் இருட்டில் பெண்களுக்காய் ஆள் பிடிப்பாய்
காஜா அடிப்பாய் கட்டடத்தில் கல் உடைப்பாய்
கார் அடியில் படுத்திருந்து கறுப்பாய் எழுந்திருப்பாய்
மேஜை துடைப்பாய் மேட்டினியில் இடிபடுவாய்
மெதுவாக என்னிடத்தில் கருப்பிலே சீட்டு விற்பாய்
கூஜா எடுத்துப்போய் குடிதண்ணீர் கொணர்வார்
கூட்டத்தில் கரைந்து பாக்கெட்டைக் கத்தரிப்பாய்
ராஜாவே உனக்கென்றே நாங்கள் இவ்வருஷம்
ராஜ்ஜியம் முழுவதுமே விழா எடுக்கப்போகின்றோம்
திரைப்படங்கள் எடுப்போம் திண்பண்டம் தந்திடுவோம்
தீவிரமாய் உன்நிலைமை உயர்த்துவது பற்றி
வரைபடங்கள் வரைந்து வாதாடிப் புகைப்பிடித்து
வருங்காலக் கனவுகளை வண்ணங்களாய்த் தருவோம்
குறைபட்டுக் கொள்ளாதே கொஞ்ச நாள் பொறுத்திரு
கூட்டங்கள் கூட்டி குளிர்சாதன அறைக்குள்
சிறைப்பட்டு சிந்தித்து சீக்கிரமே முடிவெடுப்போம்
சில்லறையாய் இல்லை போய்விட்டு அப்புறம் வா !

-Sujatha

Aananda Thaandavam - Thank God Sujatha isn't alive to see this.

2009-04-10T23:20:00.002+05:30

There was this wonderful book, "Pirivom Santhipom" written by Sujatha. If one had read that book, please refrain from watching this shit. What a waste of time and money had it been for me and Aascar Ravichandran. Who can ever compare "Raghu" from the book to someone who always is at the verge of crying and always makes it bad by doing so. Tammana's overacting never helped even to portray the ever-innocent "Madhu". Rukmini gave me a breather with her character "name-not-in-memory". Though I never expected, the movie to be an exact adoption from the book, the movie never even tried coming near in terms the feel, which the book gave. I read the book (part 1 and 2) in 2 days. But then, I never was left with its feel for ever. People who haven't read the book, please don't watch it, as you might even start disliking Sujatha. G.V.Prakash neeeds some practice in English, as he had misunderstood the word music. And Aaskarji... please wake up.

This is the first movie, in which I saw the entire audience roar in happiness, when the intermission was announced.

pokiri review

2007-01-15T18:25:00.000+05:30

This post is the reason why my profile in orkut featured the POKIRI pic.
This post is the result or should I say outburst after a wastage of 60 bucks.
The film has nothing new except for the posh interiors of the villian's place. But even I could spot a few resemblence with the sets in DON. The story has usual elements of songs and fight sequences, beyond which there is nothing to expect in any film. So, where does the film scores less? And how would your 60 rupees get distributed in wastage.

Rs.10
It scores less even from the posters. DO you argue, it must be the mistake of the theatre?
Its te mistake of the censor board. The certificate given is U/A. But the film should have been given A. The gunshots keep donging your ears for a long time even after the end of the movie. Whats the use of giving a U/A certificate when you don't know when to take your child out? funny ppl...

Rs.25
The next area where the movie scores less is the choice of the heroine. When the director needs a glamour element, it should be a choice amon Mumtaz to Namitha and not Asin. Someone like Asin cannot be accepted when she tries to be glamourous.

Rs.5(because comedy track is just an addition to the screenplay)
Vadivelu's perfomance was abysmal. I think he is taking over advantage of his fan following these days, or else he would have done with decent comedy sense. The ugly looking policeman(one of the villians) is infact tolerable than vadivelu.

Romance is another area where some 20 rupees of mine was lost.I was infact at the edge of my seat when romance was on screen because it needed a lot of concentration to sense it was romantic.

I wasted another 25 rupees of mine in the last half an hour. I think I lost it when the greatest suspense of the movie was believed to be unfolded by the director and others at some point in that time. Actually the way it was unfolded needs a great applause.

plus points- music(awesome), choreo, prakashraj, vijay(he has done the role to perfection).

so, 10+25+5+20+25=85(60+ popcorn rs.5
icecream rs.5
chips rs.15)

Guru- review

2007-01-18T20:52:00.000+05:30

GURU

VILLAGER

VISIONARY

WINNER

This is how the title goes. And this where you will go after seeing it.

TEA SHOP

BARBER SHOP

MEDICAL SHOP

You will go to a teashop very near to the theatre if you have the habit of having a tea when your headache. God!!! I can’t bear the songs except two and that too in tamil.

You will go to a barber even if you have had a haircut recently because, you will find that you will be in a situation to answer with proof, when you are asked the question, “enna m_y_r_ pudingina?” So you need to adjust your looks.

You will go to a medical shop to get a good tablet to relieve yourself from headache if the tea isn’t sufficient.

The storyline was good. A perfect narration was made about gurubhai’s life. The music was pathetic in tamil. But there were certain flaws without which any movie isn’t complete.

This was actually a very mediocre performance by a director of manirathnam’s stature. I would rate this movie a 7 pointer on a scale of 10.

The climax was a big spoiler for the movie. It was more emotional than practical on Guru’s part to convince a jury.

I wonder if there were anyone as a part of the jury taking photographs when Guru faces it. You could see a flash in Guru’s glasses.

I am very happy for TN government to be very ambitious to increase the PTC fleet and thereby enabling it to start a new route till MUMBAI.

Mithun Chakraborthy, Vidhya Balan, Madhavan have done well.

Abishek needs tons of applause especially for his walking style.

Aishwarya Rai should sit at home hereafter.

Billa review

2007-12-14T18:44:00.001+05:30

Just back after watching Billa. A perfect example of remake, would be an understatement. It is a perfect remake to an extent that, you would feel,"I would have watched the older version in K TV." There is nothing at all new in this, except for the copied sets from DON 2006. Wherever they shoot, they focus on the Petronas towers in the back-drop. If both the versions of Billa reside near the Petronas tower, I am sorry, I have a serious question.

Thank god, there is no Inspector Verma as in the older version of Billa. Cannot digest someone in a tamil film with the name verma, which was copied from the then DON.

Nayanthara is not bad for the role, but cannot match priyanka chopra. Namitha is as always good for nothing. You should watch the fencing game between nayanthara and namitha. Namitha resembles the Michelin mascot. The introduction scene for ajith is superb. Camera work is superb. Editing is again very bad. There is no comedy in the movie, except when I thought about the 100 rupees and escaping the police treatment narrowly. The only solace I found in the movie was, the costume. They have tried to show nayanthara glamourously and have failed completely to understand that, glamour could be enjoyable, only when it is not intentional(this is the case with the entire film industry). What you get in a balu mahendra movie is glamour and not this. Namitha is disgusting.

A scene in which ajith escapes in a sport car reminded me playing NFS Carbon, where I would hit the trucks carrying cars to block the way, as the cars would roll down on the road from the truck and thus evade from police. So, vishnu vardan also plays computer games.

Kareena kapur and Helen will kill themselves when they find who has replaced their role.
Ajit looks awesome. There is one thing which is funny. He says,"can can" sometimes. It reminds me of someone selling water cans on the street. For the first time in tamil film history, the stunt sequences are believable. Maybe becuase of the chiese stunt director.

Music is where the film scores badly. Pan banaras wala was better in don 2006 than the older don. Here,vethalaya pottendi is worse than the older version. We would have tolerated, even with the older songs without remix, being played once again, but not these yuvan's own compositions apart from the ugly remixes of two very good songs. The back-ground music is good. But they should have been surely copied from some english album. We will find it eventually.

for example, the, "namma kaatula" song from pattiyal shares the same music as the back-ground music from the movie, Little Man in the scene timed, 7:48 to 8:02. This is yuvan's calibre.

positive points: Ajith, bgm (copied though), camera, costume, raguman.

negative points: namitha, santhanam(given only two scenes without any scope for comedy), prabhu(he did not fit for the international feel).

Overall, the film can be watched once. Sometimes, even I got confused. DOn't take your kids and waste another 100-150 rupees. Don't expect anything as in DOn 2006.

Books - an affair

2007-12-17T20:06:00.000+05:30

Books can take you around the world without moving an inch
- by grandfather of Ashok Ganguli in The Namesake.

The best thing you can do in holidays is to read books. I still remember the day when I started with my first

Tinkle. Renga Lending Library, in my locality had been my best place to hang around, from then until now. Though, I started with novels very late, and have not read much, I would definitely say Tinkle, Panchatantra and Chacha Chaudri were definitely my way of life during holidays when I was young.

There are only a few books which i have read. I would say, I was lucky enough to have enjoyed all the books I have read.
My rating of the books I have read goes this way....

1.The day of the jackal: The best book that I have ever read. The kind of description that went into describing each part of the plan was breath-taking. The Jackal made me envy his calmness and attitude towards the work he takes up. This novel made me wake up at two in the morning, just to complete it before going to college. That was a great experience.

2.Sleepers: The book, though not a notable best seller, and not a compulsive addition to any collection, is a great work. Childhood trauma described in the best possible ways and moods. A compulsive read for all who have got only the best things in the world under the umbrella called Parenthood.

3.The Fountain Head: Another book, or should I call it something else? I being a slow reader took more than 2 months to read this book. Ayn Rand is truly ingenious, as one of my classmates had as the profile name for a long time in orkut. I learned for the first time, books could be this serious. Though the underlying philosophy was a bit difficult to understand, the orange haired man's feelings were best portrayed. Love was never felt like this and could never be ever.

3.The Namesake: Ah! here is the book, which supported my views on living in america. I rate this equal to The fountain head. The first world and its life-style described through the eyes of a third world. A very delicate handling of characters. Father's love for his son and his subsequent reciprocation is the central theme which is surrounded by the american way of life.

5.The davinci code: This book requires no description. But I had a big doubt. If Davinci was a homosexual, how was he made the head of that secret community(forgot the name) which believed, god could be found only in the time of ultimate happiness, ie when a man and a woman make love?

6.Five point someone: The book which taught me, life could also be like this for a student. I have always been in the cocoon of a studious image. I never went out of way to do things which I wanted, but this book was crazy and great.

7.Deception point: Another Dan Brown book with full of cryptography and stuff. Great book to read. But lacks substance. Just another fiction which can be described as "The UnPutDownable"

8.The world is flat: An eye opener. A layman's bible to understand the world and what happening in it. Best book to start with for anyone trying to move to the non-fictional stuff.

9.One Night at a call center: An ok, kind of book. But good at describing what lies under the so called "hi-life" of the techies in India.

10.The alchemist: The worst book I would say. Paulo Cohelo is just another mega-serial director.

There are a few tamil books also
Parthiban kanavu - kalki

The dynasity of the cholas best described. A political plot best described in the best words possible by kalki

Sujatha:

Have read many of his books...
Nillungal rajave
24 rubai theevu
kolai arangam
marubadiyum ganesh
aayirathil iruvar
sorga theevu

Also going to read many such as
Ilamayil Kol
Aryabatta
Nirvana Nagaram
Odaathey
Malai Kottai in these holidays.

Those who don't know tamil, should only envy. Sujatha, till now, the best writer of fiction in tamil for the educated class. Most of his novels were written in the 70s and 80s.
Ganesh and Vasanth(lawyer duo and imaginary characters in most of his books) have really reached a cult status. They discuss about anything and everything. Be it Pink Floyd, Beatles, P.G.Wodehouse, Ayn Rand, LTTE, UN, Indira Gandi...

Sujatha is a class apart from the rest of his time.

The Brighter I part two

2007-12-21T12:16:00.000+05:30

So, here's the continuation of the part one.
It's imminent that I will die as the brightest in the whole world.
Though nothing has changed in my condition from the part one, about a year ago, only things have become far worse, with my deeper understanding of the bulbs.
Here is the scheme how it works for me.

40 watt:
I get this when I know, I am getting one for sure, but cannot run away from the bulb, fearing of getting a higher watt bulb.

eg. A few years back, I was in the PTC bus from Pammal to Pallavaram. There was a drunkard, probably a construction worker with all his instruments, and sitting opposite to the back entrance. He was full tight and one of his instruments was rolling towards the entrance, sensing the situation, I took it, with a sudden burst of anger, he asked, "naan onna ketena? @@#$%^". That's how I got my first 40 watt. I feared, I would have got a 100 watt, if I let it fall.

60 watt:
This is a bit severe than the 40 watt, but there is no difference in how I take it.
It usually happens when I am totally unaware of the situation and get a bulb as a rude shock.

eg. This happened yesterday. I was in the gym, looking at myself in the mirror (4 mts * 1 meter) and feeling proud for being at least a bit leaner than the person standing next to me. "Naan summa thaan irundhen." There were about 4 ppl near me, including the fatso. I bent down to pick the dumbles. Suddenly, I heard a noise, for which I was not responsible, but since I had bent down, all the four (including the culprit(which must be he fatso I guess)) moved away. How can I react to this? poor me.

100 watt:
This is the most severe bulb one can get. I have got these bulbs a few times.

eg: This happened when I was in 4th standard. I was riding the BSA Champ cycle, which had a butterfly handle bar. It was during the holidays, I usually go for rounds around Nanganallur. It was the early days of Anjaneyar Temple. I used to go to the temple twice usually with an interval of 1 or two hours, so that I can get puliodarai first, then may be sakkarai pongal. I usually don't go in the early morning, when they give ven pongal. I don't like the pepper in it. On that day, I got sakkara pongal which was great, the taste lingering in my tongue and the heart to try once more, I went inside for another round. One can reach the counter where you get them only after visiting all the deities. So I made another attempt risking my entire reputation as one of my class girls had come there with her parents. Being a 9 yr old, I was not good at planning,just followed my instincts. When I reached the counter, was caught by the person giving away those stuff. He literally caught me by my left hand. He intended no harm though, and gave curd rice and complained to the person behind me who was the girls father. CURD RICE-The last thing in the world, I would eat in a temple. So, my dreams of sakkara pongal went in air and also had to survive the giggles of her friends in class the next day. She also told this to my teacher. I was very sad, that I didn't go to the temple for the next one week, for the second round. It was surely a 100 watt for a 9 yr old.

There are also other variants of the bulbs I get.

Tube Light: I get these when I think I am doing something great, when my deeds are only the clicks that a tube light makes before glowing brightly.

bedromas light: I get these usually when there is a power cut. Any bulb which I get during the power cut is a bedromas light(pronounce as goundamani does in vaidegi kaathirunthaal)

My primal fear is that, GE is investing some millions to research in some new technology bulbs which are eco friendly. So its a premonition for what I can expect in future.

Also there is some joy, all the environmentalists are against the electric bulbs. So, some of the older tanks(bulbs here) are out of the arsenal.

Tommy and the fused bulb

2007-12-26T16:20:00.000+05:30

I am in the worst mood while I type this post. One of the bulbs which I had got recently, had fused.
For those of you who don't know a fuse bulb.......
Description: Fuse bulb is the bulb obtained by someone, which when thought to be working well, fuses suddenly due to the negligence shown by the user.

example:
I was asked by the company in which I was placed to fill the online form for offer letter. While doing so, I had to fill a column for references. Usually references mean HOD, Professors et al. I would have also given some staff's name, but the following description was a blessing.

other than relatives, with whom you have worked/obtained professional education.

Though my brother confused me to give the staff's name, I scrutinized the lines and came to a conclusion that, I should give a couple of my friends' name.
So, did I. I feared that I had done things to perfection. Then came the angel in the form of kamal(my friend) who had given the staff's name. In fact, all have given only staff's name. I was very happy that at last I have got a good beginning with the company. A bulb in the beginning itself. My Placement Officer also confirmed that it was a sure bulb.

I thought,"Thats it! naamalaavadhu bulb vaangaama irukaradhaavadhu". I told my friends. They envied me for my brilliance and luck. One of my friend Subramani who was envious that I have a good collection of bulbs, forced me to call the company and ask about it at 9.30 PM on 24th. Thank God! they asked me to call on 26th morning. I was happy that at least I would be in possession of the bulb for christmas. I can also give it to my neighbour Adaikalam and his wife Aarogyam, to light the christmas tree. As a matter of fact Adaikalam does not want to shift his house, as he is skeptical about getting bulbs of varied power for free year after year from a bright neighbour.

Coming to the matter, The next day ie today, I was a bit tired. I was not in my perfect senses. I should have been careful. The bulb was working fine after being returned by Adaikalam.
After my breakfast(pongal), I was a bit dizzy. Then with a madman's instinct, I called the company again. I asked, whether the bulb is here to stay with me, they told, actually what I have done is correct as per the description which was for experienced people. Though,I being a student, should have given some staff's name, the presence of such a description for a fresher hit my bulb on the head.

They told, my bulb is gone. You should have seen my happiness on 25th, talking to even Tommy, the street dog for fifteen minutes about the bulb on the Christmas tree. Tommy also wagged it's tail in response.

Coming to Tommy, Tommy was an ordinary street dog until recently. It was my friend Hari who baptised Tommy as Tommy. It was an interesting incident. We were talking outside my house that day. A man who ran and came near us asked the route for Iyappa temple, which is near Anjaneyar temple. It seems there was some procession that day from the temple. He spoke in malayalam. He was in a hurry. My friend hari asked, are you in a hurry. He being a malayalee told I am in a Hori. Hari was raged as he didn't pronounce it properly. Though the spellings for hurry and hari differ, they are pronounced in the same way. May be hari should have thought, that fellow should have pronounced his name also in the same way. Without knowing what to do, Hari saw the street dog and called out loudly, "Tommy catch him" as we see in films. The street dog responded and chased the fellow that entire evening. We got info that the fellow and the dog were spotted in the market, naer ration shop, my frien malolan from sanatorium reported that he heard people speaking about a man and a dog running near the lake in ther area. We thought Tommy did a great job and started feeding it. Tommy is now my pet street dog.

So, Deiva kutham aayidichu and hence my bulb fused.

Shantaram - the reason why I am not god

2008-01-04T08:56:00.000+05:30

I chose to spend my holidays away from the thoughts which are obvious to set in when there is nothing to think about or worry about. I got this book Shantaram, written by Gregory David Roberts. I started with the most challenging and unsure journey spanning 936 pages. I was not sure because, I have never really completed many books except a few. I found it challenging because I was desperate to complete this book.

I will not give the outline of the story here. I have attached five videos by the author himself. It's from him, which is worth for a plot outline.

When I started with the book, I thought, the last full-stop on page numbered 936, would be an achievement. But After completing the book; spending effectively around 93 hours spanning through roughly 15 days, I believe, there is no bigger achievement than the respect one develops for oneself. Thats what the book teaches you.

Though I got the book from the library, I persuaded the librarian to sell the book to me. Because, this is the only book which had brought out the emotions, which I had thought, I had lost for ever. I literally made the expressions on my face according to the descriptions and would run for the mirror to check out how it looked like.
I have the pics of the book which gave this experience. I could have got better pics of the book cover from the internet, but it's the result of the childishness born form the book that had made me display the same book which I used.

The movie version of Shantaram is in the making. I don't want to watch it, how ever good it may be. I don't want to loose the identity of the faces from the book which I had developed and started to love. I don't want to hear the voices which would be very different from the voices, the book gave for those characters. I don't want to loose the Shantaram I love.

These are the videos from an interview by Roberts. You shouldn't miss the last video, where he humbles everybody with his humbleness.

Get your hands on it. You will never regret for spending your time on it. I assure, you will also put your heart into it as I did.

Bheema - The Batchprocessor

2008-01-25T13:14:00.000+05:30

Batch processing the mainframe jargon is what could be associated with Bheema- The Batchprocessor.
Got a chance to watch this movie yesterday with my school-mate. I and my friend were the only souls standing in the counter. We waited for some more people to join us as we were skeptical if they would play the movie for just two people. The first-class counter of Vetri theatre is a dungeon. It's a narrow passage.

I suspected the environment. The usual pan smell near the counter and something was stinking badly. We then saw a dog standing in the lane with no one to occupy the lane. What it really wanted was not the movie, but a shady place to relieve itself. Now we are stuck. We can't leave the counter from the side we entered. If we did, it would have meant, we either didn't mind stepping over dog's piss or we knew to walk on the wall. We hated Physics for it's theory of the liquid's capability to flow. In this case a meter long.

So we waited impatiently for the ticket issuer to give away the tickets and open the counter on the other side. Then came the issuer, we asked him if they would play only for us. He told, around fifty balcony tickets were sold. We wondered what would be the logic behind people buying balcony tickets when even the first class counter was free.

Coming to the movie, I would say, I enjoyed the movie thoroughly. The BGM whenever Vikram appeared was superb. But it gave me a feeling of Desperado. Trisha's looks convey that she is fighting for the Grand Old Heroine of Kollywood with Snake aa. Story has shades of Thalapathi.

The batchprocessing can be seen during the fight sequence. Though it's a propitiatory technique of Indian cinema, it is visible clearly in bheema.
I could even construct a process diagram as in Operating systems

When one batch is fighting with vikram the other batch is lying on the ground or just dancing on the same place as if ready to pounce on vikram but doing it only when he turns back to see them. Height of Heroic Stupidity.

When did the express trains started running with only three bogie as shown in the film?

The movie starts with director speaking in the background with words like kastam,malai etc... It is irritating to hear someone introduce a film with such a filthy tongue.
The song Rangu rangamma was superb. Sherin rocked in the song.
The pathetic part is the heroine's name is not known until the climax.
Overall, the movie was good. It would be a hit only if we stop believing in stereotype climax of LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

Anjathey

2008-02-24T18:27:00.003+05:30

I am back after watching this movie ANJATHEY.
I am back and not just back because, you know, it takes some time to watch two movies. And that too at the cost of one. Though the movie's length is 3hrs and 20 minutes, the movie was great. Not because, the movie didn't make me feel I was sitting for that long, but because the movie made me feel that sitting that long is worth it.

Coming to the movie, you get a feeling of seeing the works of people like, Quentin Tarantino, Ethan Coen, Joel Coen, Martin Scorscese et al. The movie even from the beginning is gripping. The best part of the movie is the one or two subtle comedies which gel along with the plot.

Cinematography is top class. But I have to say, this kind of cinematography is for the class and not the mass. Angles covered by the lens is unbelievable. First time I got to see, natural lighting used even in the dark for a tamil movie.

Background music must have been the less costly part of the movie. They have done with a single violin. But it is surely taking the movie to a higher level.

Coming to the logical mistakes, I didn't spot any except for a slight miss in the re-recording in one of the scenes. They have used pre-recorded sound for sounds like, an auto-rikshaw stopping and a car moving backwards. The driver of the auto-rickshaw switches off the engine the sound of which continues for a couple of seconds longer and then gradually dies out.

Naren needs a lot of practice to walk and run decently and that too in front of the camera. His acting skills are only fair. Ajmal has done a decent job. He is better than Naren with the emotions. Vijayalaksmi's dialogue delivery reminds me of some 12-13 yr old girl speaking.

Pandiarajan has no role. Prasanna's new looks do not fit him. In the final scene he sees his watch, it only reminds me of Anandaraj in a vijaykanth movie who used to clap his hands even while dying. Climax is superb.

On the whole, the movie is worth watching twice or more. Twice if you don't understand some scenes. More than twice if you just love the movie for no reason. I am planning to get a DVD as soon as it gets released officialy.

Short story

2008-10-29T22:36:00.006+05:30

Sickened by the taste of what he ate a couple of hours ago, he was desperate to be outdoors. But, the rain which was pouring, left him only with the option of sitting near the window, watching the rain. He wanted to call her. But from what she had spoken that morning, he promised himself, he would never call her until she apologized. But then, promises between one’s ego and oneself are always at the verge of being broken, only that they are not shown to others. He would take his mobile and press a button randomly, only to read, "Press Unlock and then *."

This process was repeated once every 30 seconds on an average. It was 2 PM already and if there is no relent from the rain gods, he should be expecting a call from her that day, at least to get picked from her office. He did not want to behave as if nothing had happened, but at the same time he did not want to be the first one to give up. He thought, "Let me wait for her call till evening, if the rain doesn’t stop."

The next two hours moved by simply preparing a presentation for the meeting he had the next day. He was a silent creature in his office. If there had been any award for being silent in office, he would have won it five years in a row. The only sounds he made voluntarily in his life were, honking and honking again. When people see him speak even from a close proximity, they would be forced to wonder, if they would find a volume control, which was always turned to "near-zero" somewhere under his collar.

It was 4.30 PM and he came out for a coffee. The rain had stopped. He knew he wouldn’t get a call and only thought, "I am just an umbrella in her life." But then, he had a strange feeling on his thigh. It was her. He was very happy that she had called. He had read somewhere, "only the anxiety of the wait would increase the strength of the bond." He thought, "If she really wanted to apologize, she would call again". So, he decided against answering it. He moved back to his place, expecting a call from her. In the meanwhile, he was recapping what happened earlier that day.

He realized, it was also his mistake to have forgotten the knife in the garage. He just gave a helpless look wondering as to why she was shouting when he had washed it. He knew, she would have not gone this wild if he had replaced it on the breakfast table. Even, it being found in the garage shouldn’t have raged her. But the reason he gave did make her go wild.

"You know, I wanted some sharp object to scrub off the tires."
She shouted, "Knife would be the last thing for any sane person to use as a scrubber on tires. Do you expect me to use it on the breakfast table? How did you manage to get a job in the first place?"
He was now a little raged (only little), "Wash it again if you want. Don’t ever comment on my profession."

He thought, "she must have felt really sorry for what she spoke today. Was it too grave a mistake to use a knife as a scrubber? That’s what my dad used to do and the best part was, mom never used to ask about the knife when she found it in the garage." He called his dad and asked,
"Dad, had mom ever asked about the knife in the garage?"
"No. Actually, she hadn’t asked anything about it in the past fifteen years."
"Ok." He hung up.

He didn’t want to speak much as he wanted to attend her call and didn’t want to miss it again in the process of inquiring about his dad’s asthma. He thought," ok. I would say this. You know even my mom hadn’t asked anything for the past fifteen years, about the knife that my dad used in the garage."

He was not prepared to answer her if she said, "Dumbo! Your mom is dead for fifteen years to ask your dad. And also, that knife would have been there permanently without being used on the breakfast table."

It was 6.30 PM. He once again had that strange feeling on his thighs. It was her. He knew for sure that it wasn’t raining outside. He answered. "I know you would call. I am not angry with you dear."

She asked bluntly, "Isn’t it raining there?"
He hung up after a series of pendulum like movements and searched for his car keys.

Kamal Sujatha and Madan

2008-06-22T17:10:00.004+05:30

When I was young, I had always thought, "why not I be a police inspector, a military man etc." It was the same case with most of the boy kids then. I am not sure about the kids now and had no idea about the girl kids ever. Its the fetish we possessed then for wearing a uniform. This desire was born from the Uniformed vijaykanth and sarathkumar of those days, added to which were a few english movies which we watched then without the slightest idea of what they spoke.

Personally, I used to watch the fight scenes in the films without a wink and was taken to heights of happiness and emotion with the "Dishyum" effect. Then came the time when we had the same old "dishyum" studded hearts, but liked movies like poove unakkaga,surya vamsam, kathal kotai, kaalamellam kadhal vaazhga,thullatha manamum thullum, kannedhire thondrinal etc.

Sure these movies kind of "nenja nakkified" everybody then(including me). I even had a weeks' crush on devayani, simran et al after seeing the movie then. I have even seen some songs sung in chorus by the audience in theater. S.A.Rajkumar and Deva take the credit for that. That was the time when vikraman and a few others came out of the same room in which, they had cried together for years to come up with a story.

Then my movie habits were restrained to some big movies only, owing to the kind of school I went to. Then through the college days, the interest in english movies developed, thanks to BSNL and my external disk. Now after watching some 500 movies in 2-3 years, I have grown to like the oldies for the richness in content with minimum resources. I have grown to appreciate the logic and the intellectual interjections of the directors. I have grown to like some people and worship some.

As rightly observed by my brother sometime back, I would place three people from the film and related fields in the same class of intellectuals. They are Kamal, Sujatha and Madan.

They have made a lot of difference to the films and literature I follow. So, have they affected many across the world. When I can find Lazygeek writing from the other side of the planet about sujatha, Ram Thiruvengadam (my college super senior) giving poses like Kamalhaasan from USA, and an entire generation relishing the Madan jokes, then I knew my brother spoke no nonsense.

If I had to write about sujatha, then it would take another post. So keep watching this page.

random thoughts

2008-04-18T14:39:00.003+05:30

For the past one week, I had nothing else to do than watching movies and reading. Though I have english movies sizing 250 GB altogether, for a change I watched the old tamil movies.

I watched Johny for the second time, Mouna Ragam for the nth time (n > 10), Mullum Malarum for the first time.

Planning to watch Bale Pandiya, Nenjam Marapathillai, Ooty varai uravu and other tamil movies.

I had reached half-way in The City of Joy by david lappiere.

Mouna Ragam is an absolute classic. If I am confined to a room with a dvd of mouna ragam alone, I would even try decoding the dvd myself even without a player. The thought process that had gone into the characterizations is awesome. A perfect drama without any over dosage. I dont like actor Mohan. But, Mani Ratnam made me believe it was not Mohan and Revathy but, Chandrakumar and Divya. I love the reasons Mohan gives for his mis-behaviour every time.

Mullum Malarum: I didn't know who was Mahendran. But I repent I didn't knew him. He has tried successfully to give his movies a rich feel even in the poorest of the poor settings. Rajini is a superstar now, but back then he should have proved his critics, he is no less to kamal in acting skills. A gripping tale told in style.

Johny: Again a Mahendran film. I simply loved Sridevi's acting in this movie. A desperate lover at the verge of being ditched by someone who she is in love. What an acting that was? Mahendran again rocks with his choice of locations and cast. Illayaraja had proved in this movie that he had something to be worshiped by people like me, for many decades to come. The BGMs are simply superb.

City of joy(book) by david lappiere: written in the late 80s. Its about Anand Nagar, a slum in calcutta where in, kovalsky a polish priest lands to be with those slum-dwellers and serve them. Though not as detailed as Shantaram in describing their life, it's ok. Its a compulsive page-turner only for someone like me, who needs some reason to read a book and kill boredom. Otherwise, its slow.

There were many times, my brother and I have watched such classics together. Discussed about Sujatha for hours togather. Miss those days bro!!!!

Whenever you feel bored.....

2008-04-02T19:32:00.002+05:30

I wrote the following article for my college magazine. It is an attempt to make you laugh. But believe me you will smile when you read the first time, laugh the second time and roll on the floor the third time. If not so, then you must also have my condition(read to know what my condition is).

Whenever you feel bored, take a deep breath, open your eyes and close it. The next thing that should come to your mind is, you should have not closed your eyes but ears. Only then you will find that closing your ears completely would not actually mean to just close your pinna (google it out, if you don’t know what it is) with your palms, but to prevent any audible signal from entering the range of the receiver.

Now, you will be badly in need of a cotton roll. Ask your mom where the roll of cotton is, which you should have last seen when you were searching for your lost key. Thank God, because in the next two minutes you will be finding what you had searched for. Your wait of the time equivalent, not to the time you searched for cotton but the time you searched for the key is over. Yes, you will find your lost key. Though you should have found something which is lost and was never expected to be found, you should not feel happy about it, as happiness leads to complacency which makes life boring. You are doing this to come out of boredom.

Also, you should not feel happy because, there is no lock for the key to open. Yes, you should have sold the cycle the month before. Only then will this treatment take effect. The next best thing for you to do is, try losing the key again. Remember, you had once found the cotton roll while searching for the key. It’s a bit difficult to keep the key behind the books in the shelf and forget it the next second. Now, you should try the art of voluntary forgetfulness. If you find it difficult, take the key back. Now search for the key behind the books. Now you are actually pretending to have forgotten that you have taken the key back. This is your first success in the art of voluntary forgetfulness.
At this point of time you should have forgotten that you were actually searching for cotton roll. This is your first success in overcoming boredom. Going back to the hunt for the cotton roll, ask yourself this question, “What would you call a person who was seen while rolling on the floor?” The answer should be,”caught on roll”. There you are, you have got cotton roll. If you still feel bored, check yourself with a doctor. Boredom can kill people, mostly others and that’s also called madness. So, what do you call me? I call my condition, Progressive Madness.

Cultivate boredom

2008-02-16T10:33:00.001+05:30

When I find nothing to post, I type like this. This is actually the best way to while away the never moving time and to harvest the boredom that was cultivated.

Why did I cultivate boredom?
I was advised that the seeds of boredom once sown need not be sown every season. They grow in you even if harvest again and again.

Thank god! I have made a good investment.

Boredom is the best thing that can happen to a human soul. Its best feature is its occurrence reassures our condition of not having anything big to worry about.
Once, when I was a child, I was constantly being disturbed by the fact that I didn’t have big pencils. The dreams of holding a big pencil, taller than all the pencils of my friends’ in the class constantly kept me thinking of the ways to ask my mom to get me a new pencil.

At this point of time, you may have a doubt, any pencil which I had must have been bought by my parents for me, and it means that I also had big pencils.

Yes, I had big pencils. But I was not given big pencils to school as my parents feared that I may loose the new pencils and allowed me to write the homework using the new pencil till it became short. I also thought about this idea then of hiding my new pencil somewhere and pretending to have lost it and taking it to school the next day.

I also tried that once hiding it below the table and failed bitterly when the devil wearing the prada of the sweeper woman took the pencil and gave it to my mom. Poor me, I was not that bright enough then to find a better place to hide them.

Then I got this idea once. But I was only 6 yrs old then and was doubtful if I had the physical power and mental tenacity to do it. I worked on the plan meticulously for some days. During those days, I ordered for a nutritious diet. I only ate food that was rich in protein and fiber. I also toughened up my mind by seeing the most frightening scene one could see, the lady next door. She was a big lady and frightened me whenever I went to her house to get the ball which would have ended its projectile after hitting her window pane.

The plan was simple. When my mom gives me the pencil one day to write the homework, I should break it into two with bare hands. It required a lot of physical strength to break it and mental power to do it in front of my mom.

I had only one logic supporting this plan. If I cannot show off the big pencils to my friends, what use do I have of them?

Moral: Cultivate boredom

ABF

2008-02-10T10:20:00.000+05:30

I want to licence the bermuda purchase. I want to cancel the bermuda purchase licence once an individual crosses 35 yrs of age. They only threaten small children showing their to-be polio attacked legs and worn out bones. Children start losing hope at a small age and believe, anyways they will develop those kinds of legs later in their life. One of my neighbour's son aged around 6 to 7 yrs, slipped into coma on seeing his dad's thighs.

His dad is a first generation software engineer or any engineer for that matter, from some small town down south. He would have worn his brother's pants and shared them with his friends in hostel. Now, he not being very sure about the ways of the city bred jokers, and trying to ape them, got a bermuda which is no longer than a boxer. Poor soul, should have really felt ashamed when he came out of the room wearing it and bigger shock was his son slipping into coma.

What do these people really want? Do they need the comfort of a bermuda or a status wearing a bermuda? Or is it the feeling of being a 10 to 20 year old is what they really want? Whatever might be their need and reason, I find it funny.

These experiences force me to think about the kinds of bermuda which people wear.

1. Made for two, worn by one.
These are the kind of bermuda which are usally bought for children. The dads of the above kind when getting a boxer size for themselves, force their kids into these human sacks. These are usually reserved for kids because, they don't feel anything when they run or dive even when the wind is strong enough....

2. Made for none, worn by one

They usually wear these kind of bermuda when they take their sons or daughters to swimming lessons. They pretend as if they themselves are going to make a nosedive into the water and take swimming lessons. Sometimes I find circumference of those bermudas to be much lesser than a deodorant bottle.

3. Made for 6, worn by their squares.

These are popularly called three-fourths. These are actually full pants made for 6 to 10 yr olds. I find these are usually worn when they take their family to a picnic. When the picnic spot is even a 50 km away from a beach, they wear this.

Once I found a man wearing it whenever he went to the terrace, only to find that there were heaps of sand kept for some over-head tank repair.

4. Grammar bermuda

These are the ones worn by almost everyone, especially US returned ppl, which have single letters on them.

A, V etc. They must mean something in USA, but here we call it grammar bermuda.

The list is exhaustive. The rest later.

PS: ABF- Anti Bermuda Force

Return to Innocence

2008-02-09T18:57:00.000+05:30

Thats the famous number from ENIGMA. That suits well for our lives when we think, we have lost our carefree attitude once and for all, only to get it back from sources we would have never dreamed of.

This happened a couple of days back in the same spot where I was the subject of ridicule for you people in the previous post. Yes, the same spot where I was called uncle!

This time it was a small boy aged around 6-7 clad in the uniform of my alma mater(annai velankanni primary school). He called me Anna! to my surprise and I stopped. He told, if he can accompany me till my street end. I asked him why? He told, he has this so-called bad relationship with a doggy in my street. I could only smile at his innocence and promised that I will leave him in his house if he wanted. He shot back immediately, "My mom will scold if I take strangers near my house." I told okay, only feeling happy for his naivety. What else can I do?

While crossing my street, as if I had tamed dogs and grown with them, I tried to teach him THE DOG ESCAPE.

our conversation grew as follows, and he shot back for almost everything I told.
me: Whenever you get to see a dog, you should not panic.
he: What if the dog is to my back?
me: When the dog is to your back, you will not panic as you don't know it is to your back.
he: (finding the logic difficult to understand)do you have dogs in your house?

me: (thinking how my mom calls me whenever she finds my untidy table, I said) NO

he: (bending down and removing his shoes) look at this.

me: (the ever doubtful me, about my bulbs, I thought if I should make a run.) what's it?

he: the doggy on your street bit me here. (shows a scar)

me: oh! so, thats why you are scared.

he: do you have a dog bite? (he asked with a proud face)

me: no

he: thats the brown doggy which bit me.

while passing the dog, he huddled behind me. I told him, if he did not run, when he sees a doggy, it will not chase him.

he: he told me, he was actually trying to give something to eat that day, when it chased him for no reason.

me: finding nothing suitable to answer, was just walking with him.

he: ok anna(for the second time) I know this is your house, I am leaving.

me: Oh! you know my house?

he: yes, actually I have come to your house with my mom once. Your mom bought some TUPPERWARE tiffin boxes from my mom.

me: Oh! now I remember. You are form this 26th street.

he: yes

me: ok! bye

he: tata!

I entered my house with a doubt, then why should I be a stranger to him?

Who cares! that was one hell of an experience.

anna to uncle

2008-01-29T21:02:00.000+05:30

I type this post after going through the biggest ordeal of my life. It all started after I started from college this afternoon. After finishing some work which my dad had given, I started home with my bag. I reached the railway station and walked back home. I was in my own thoughts while walking back home. I saw a couple of children playing street cricket from a distance and was walking towards them to cross them. Recollecting how I had broken the glasses near my house and ran into the house when I were like them and also remembering my friend Hari who did the same even a few months back after breaking a window, I walked towards them. I waited for them to bowl a ball. I thought myself to be a Samaritan and was seeing them. The batter was out and the other boy did not accept. Then this wicked thing happened. I should not have stood there. Of course, I do not blame them. The boy who was claimed out called out, "uncle, neenga kooda paathinga illa? naan out a?"(uncle, even you saw, am I out?)

They say, "kuzhandaiyum Dheivamum onnu"(child is equivalent to god)
For the first time in my life I missed Hari. If he was with me, they would have called him so, and spared me.

Flirting with NDE

2008-01-16T10:50:00.000+05:30

I write this post as I sit next to an indomitable spirit. More about identity of the spirit is for the later part of the post.

In the recent times I find myself torn between love and duty. I am in the course of making judgments as to which would come first. The judgments warrant a careful analysis of the situation I am thrown into. Sometimes, it's the love which takes a backseat, but mostly it's the duty that moves back. Sometimes I even think that it's only love which has given rise to the duty.

Ok. Enough with the euphemism, as some would think. It's actually a dysphemism of the ordeal(only for me) and fun for others(including my family) that I have been undergoing.

It all started with my dad being given a laptop a couple of years back for his official duties which include,
1.switching on the laptop,
2.remembering the password which the MIS changes too often for a 55yr old to remember,
3.monotonous and mugged-up button clicks which are my dad's way to connect to the internet and eventually to the VPN,
4.again remembering the password for the lotus notes.
5.checking mails.
6.using the index fingers alone to type on the keyboard.
7.usually using a lot of effort for, shift+anything or ctrl+anything.
8.calling me repeatedly for anything and everything.
9.checking if others use a different way to do things other than the way taught to him by someone from his office.

This happened when I used alt+F4 to close the window when he was very new to computers. He shouted at me instantly to reopen the window and close it properly, which according to his tutor was File + exit. Of course, he is ok with it now.

10. Careless words like, "It's you who made the computer to act this way." What actually would have happen would be, I would have added a shortcut to the quick launch. So, not finding the icon on the desktop, after tumbling on the desktop for sometime, he would find a similar icon but smaller in size in the quick launch, which to his surprise would open with a single click, or sometimes would open twice with his usual double-click. So, I am to be blamed for that.

11. Printing a document from his laptop would be an absolute nightmare. I should literally beg him, the bad print has nothing to do with me not keeping my computer table clean.

12. Waiting for the internet connection to be transferred to my PC while he carelessly types with his two fingers. I have not longed for anything that worse in my life. Those moments are the moments of progressive madness, I would call.

Above all, he is learning and learning really fast for someone who had spoken only to screw compressors and pressure gauges for the past 35 years.

So, you know my ordeal, my love and my duty. The indomitable spirit, though could be my father, is always the spirit of the laptop(if it had any) to endure me and my dad.

PS: NDE stands for Near Death Experience.

Swamiji on world tour and allotment of responsibilities in the ashram

2007-11-30T19:41:00.000+05:30

Swamiji is embarking on a world tour for world peace. On his tour, swamiji will visit the war torn places like metrowater supply points.

The purpose of this tour is to reach out to places where the real big fights take place, and make them understand that there is much in life to fight for and against, than what they are fighting for.

Swamiji will make them realize that it's rather worth fighting,

* For metro water warriors:
Against the government for not providing with adequate facilities. The facilities here, doesn't mean providing with a supply tap for each house, but providing the tap in a playground rather than on street corners, so that they can fight meticulously without the fear of being hit by passing vehicles.

Against providing water for only once in a week and for providing it twice or more in a week. Not because it can lead to judicious usage of water, but could help the warriors be in form all the time. Otherwise, Medavakkam Munimaa says,"Last week I was hit on the head with a plastic bucket. But only today I get a chance after a week to counter attack. The government should think of our plight. If we are given more chances, we will perform well." She had a tone of a Dhoni in the making.

Swamiji will also go to places like, chappel depository near temples along with swami hariharaananda aka hariharan, and check out the recent developments in the trade of chappel stealing.

A MOU will be signed between swamiji's The Ashram of Infinite Gyaan and Chappel stealers association for recruitment and training under Hariharananda.

Swami Athreyananda aka Athreya will lookafter the technological wing of the ashram during swamiji's absence.
Swami Athreyananda had been a life long fighter for the rights of women.

The daily bajans will be looked after by swami shettyananda aka ashish. swami shettyanada is a self tutored maestro in various bajan songs and devotional songs. He had been the lead singer in various devotional bajans usually adding a metal flavour to it.

Swami kamalananda will be the evangelist of the ashram. Kamalananda had a flair for emotional speaking ever since he was hit on the head in his early childhood.

Swami Matheenananda will be the good will ambasaador of the ashram, spreading the peaceful intentions. Matheenananda is a soft spoken person with a child's cheerfulness.

Daily FREE dance classes for dancers with special abilities will be conducted by swamiji himself. Swamiji had been a dancer, once competing with beside the likes of yester year greats. He would play them on TV and dance beside the TV. He was known for these kind of brilliant acts ever since his childhood.

Swamiji himself being a voracious reader, will inagurate a book fair on books relating to highly sensitive subjects like,

Namitha did not buy dresses after her 5th birthday - a true story
I can do comedy - a resilient appeal from vijaykanth
Is John Abraham an actor - a well researched documentary on book
Vadivelu - a belly dancer in the making.
Abishek having leftover milkshake- a hidden camera speaks
Actor vijay's approach to acting - A must read for every wannabe comedian.
Itching allergies and remidies
How to climb down the stairs without using the stairs - The 5 year old way

Suggestions needed for the newsletter.....

The ashram of infinite gyaan

2007-11-29T22:14:00.001+05:30

Swami Aravindananda was a great saint of 21st century, born on March 18th 1987. He had his early schooling in a good for nothing school and later moved to a better school which was not even good for,"good for

nothing". From there he moved to a college where he attained his self realization in the final year during the seventh semester exams. He then went to England, where he raised

funds to set up his ashram on the banks of a river.

The ashram is known as the "The Ashram of infinite gyaan"

The symbol of the infinite movement as it is known is the number 8 made to lie down. Thats because guruji as(s) he is affectionately called by his shishyaas, wanted the whole

world not to stand up to the injustice meted out by themselves but to lie down. Here are some of the quotes by guruji.

Praise the almighty for not what you are, not for what you were, and not even for what you will be, but for what you are not, as seeking to know the unknown completes the life

cycle.

Cycle when peddaled moves forward, but stop pedalling and try peddaling it in the opposite direction, still it moves forward. This is also true about life. Once you leave your

words out of your mouth, you can never take it back. So better remain dumb.

There can always be bigger and better fishes in the sea, but remember, you dont even know to net out the fishes to change the water in the fish tank. So be happy with what you

have.

The more you love something, means the more you will miss it when it's lost. Everyone loves to be sane. But they will not miss it once they are insane. This is the truth of

life. So, go ahead with your life and don't stop loving what you want.

Go to temple everyday. That is where you not only get to see good people, but also good footwear(by swami hariharaananda)

Don't get pampered by the luxuries that life offers as you are eyed by the FORCE for a bigger test of endurance. SO, I hereby propose a practice test of endurance. Every

morning, once you get out of the bed, try doing nothing. I mean absolutely nothing atleast for half an hour. Try it once and you will know the power of this test.

When you are in orkut or google, you say, you are orkutting or googling. Why don't you say you are flickering, facebooking, picasaaing? That's because you seek to follow some

fool who has started these terminologies. But you cant follow yourself. So, better follow others.

Grab the oppertunities which life provides. If you try grabbing one, you will come to know that it leads to many others. Then you will feel put down by life as you do nothing

else than grabbing oppertunities. So better avoid it. But grabbing other people's oppertunities will leave you with a choice of either choosing to continue or quitting. At the

same time, you are saving the other person from the milieu of wasting his life grabbing oppertunities.

To be continued....

Swamiji as(s) he is affectionaltely called by all, has planned to start a news letter on various topics.. which will be updated in the subsequent posts.

Movie or Shit! which is better??

2007-11-27T19:24:00.000+05:30

The world has always got it right when it comes to Oscars. Yes! the same game in the name of fame. So, when was the last time you saw a great movie and thought,"God! how would it have been if this film had got the oscars for best direction?" And if you find the film was given oscar in the same category, wouldn't you have been delighted? Well, the last time you must have probably experienced this should have been sometime which is not in history, which is the complexly put form of saying, "It has never occured."

It didn't occur to me either until today, when I saw this movie PULP FICTION.

The story had got an academy award for best realistic screenplay, "thousands of blistering barnacles!"(from TINTIN. I have started to read that also) Wikipedia proved that this event is into history.

You shouldn't watch this movie if you don't have the flair for experiencing a total shit emanating out of nowhere, but with great fragnance at the end, once you have gone through the ordeal of fearing for the bad smell. I would rate this movie into that category.

This director has also directed the movie Reservoir dogs. I was said this movie was pathetic, but I believe people who said so, would have closed their noses and dared not to experience the reality as in the previous paragraph.

Will the real Aravindan please stand up

2007-11-21T19:09:00.000+05:30

This keyboard is freaky. Whenever I type in anything, I end up typing this, though not in words - Backspace

But I am happy that there is also another person who uses backspace ,more often than I do- Deve gowda.

You must be knowing that one person who has been using ALT+TAB too often of late- Benazir

The more I use the HOME button, the more I end up in my old world. There is one person using this for the third time - Mushaaraf

Try pressing the INSERT key and editing your text, to add a word in between. This is what Bush is doing in the Middle east.

If you ask me, why such a rage against the politicians? I would say, I just wanted to kill the boredom in the study holidays. When there are people above who kill people, don't I have the right to kill boredom at least?

Thinking what the title has to do with my post? That's to show off that I have started to listen english songs of late.

5 days to go

2007-11-13T18:59:00.001+05:30

For those of you who don't have the intention of reading this, and just have reached here for the sake of clicking with your mouse in response to my change in the name, I would advise, you shouldn't read this.

If I had thought I would be writing blogs five days before that day, I would have rather been serious then. What my friends know is, I work towards it everyday, and even that is what my parents think when I always sleep upstairs at night. But the reality is, I have stopped working towards it long back.

Then why should I maintain as if I had been working towards it, all this while?
That's because, I wanted to see, how would it be like, to be a person working towards that day
What a funny reply, it means, I had been maintaining that I am a person, whom I was not.
That's not funny. That was positive experimentation.
experimentation? and that too with people's belief
Whats wrong with it? I allow myself to be experimented and analyzed. I am nothing short of a test animal in lab. Why shouldn't I experiment on others once in a while?
How rude is that?
Not at all, that's a fitting example of equality of humanity celebrated by me and a few other intellectuals.
How?
When I am experimented, I am analyzed to obtain inference. When the whole world is under experimentation, it means each and every person is being experimented, as a single person and as a part of a group. This means that there should be someone who experiments someone, who in turn is being experimented and the chain continues. But the reality of life is that, most of them are not there to see the result of their experimentation and even worst is at many times many don't even know that they are experimenting. We only realize that we are experimented, and that too only at the time of crisis and worst, some of us fail to even recognize that we are experimented.
Best examples:
1.Experimenting without knowledge: Living a normal life in this world, doing every normal activity of daily life like crossing the road to reach the other side, going to the market et al.
Here, the whole world is under experimentation and you are the experimenter.
2.Experimenting with knowledge:
Finding the focal length of a convex lens
Finding the focal length of a concave lens
Prism id curve
Chemical titrations
et al.

So, I find that experimenting with knowledge has no impact on others, if I don't count lens, mirror and chemicals to be humans

My knowledge is nothing more than just being enough to test the non-living.

So, what was my point, writing this?

Just look at the bold faced statement.

But wait, just look at it again.

Now let's go from the bottom up.

If I had been able to infer anything, either, I should have experimented or I should have known an experiment being performed.

If I had not known I was experimenting, where would have I arrived at the inference from?
So, I knew I was experimenting.

If I had not known, what I was experimenting, I would not have arrived at an inference.
So, I was experimenting with knowledge.

So, I reiterate the bold-faced statement stating that I can experiment with knowledge, So you can. So, don't feel left out.

If you don't believe it, then you have to believe the yellow colored statement. Unfortunately, you may be considered non-living in doing so :p. Because you have just been a part of my experimentation.

************** THE END***********

You know, as the title goes, there is only five days for CAT, and my strongest section, verbal had been the section, in which I have moved from 99 percentile to 42 and even 22 percentile in mock cats of late. So, just tried to catch up with some mind bo(i)(gg)ling stuff. But alas, the title says it all.