The Essential Change

For the past few days the internet has been buzzing about a murder case that happened in Nungambakkam railway station. Initially it was shocking and the shock subsided few gradually. Like the people that stood around when the event had happened, I was being another passer-by, only difference being, I was sitting in my home and even more, I was arguing with myself of how I would have reacted in that situation. I was slightly angry that people around her did not react to the murder when it happened. Then my mind dismissed that thought saying that I would’ve probably done the same, this argument was backed by my emotional part of my mind. 
Then my mind moved on to the killer’s view, back when I had this thought, he was not caught, there wasn’t even a proper picture of him. With the social rumour mill circulating images of random people depicting them as the killer, I was highly sceptical that the police would ever capture him. But they did.
I thought the news of the death and the event was shocking, but the reason and what he actually wanted to do traumatized me. The news told me that he was in love with her and she politely refused him a few times. She had refused him with one of the few reasons being his personality. 
Angered by her reason he wanted to hack her mouth for he felt that she insulted him. He was successful, he also overachieved. 
I’m not going to stay here arguing if what he did was right, but I’ve tried my best on finding a solution of how to handle it. 
The major reason of why he killed her is very apparently ‘Anger from love’. But what causes this anger and love? Emotions.
Emotion Definition according to Wikipedia. 
“Emotion, in everyday speech, is any relatively brief conscious experience characterized by intense mental activity and a high degree of pleasure or displeasure.[1][2] Scientific discourse has drifted to other meanings and there is no consensus on a definition “
As the definition states emotion cannot be defined easily, or at least comprehending emotions is not easy. 
Now you might wonder if I’m asking people to block emotions, No, that is not possible and that is not what should be done. You cannot possibly hold in the basic instinct that was developed from millions of years of evolution. 
Rather If and If only there was a proper guidance to show that feeling or emotion in any way that is not harmful to the person or the people around him. This might sound like a far-fetched idea but I feel this can be achieved.
Not trying to justify the killer, but he must’ve had uncontrolled emotions and feelings bubbling inside of him and finally spitting out the most unstable of all feelings; Anger. 
Feelings are like colours, if you mix them all you get colour ‘black’. Mix the right colours you get pure white light. 
This anger grew and made him take a life. If only he had a way to show this anger, if he had a person to control him he might’ve come out differently. But ungated emotions lead to whatever mustn’t have happened.
Whom do we blame here? 
His parents for not guiding him and his emotions properly? Or himself for not understanding another person’s feelings? 
No.
I blame Two things. Education and society.
These two and so intricately entwined that they play a major role in making a person.
Our education hasn’t changed as much as people have changed, hell even the syllabus is outdated. 
As much as our education is teaching us about technology, it has failed to show us how to properly handle our emotions and feelings. I’m not asking for Gurukulam format of education to come back, but something that lets us control the flow of our feelings can be implemented.
Now society plays a major role in this kill. Our modern society has grown abundantly in all the wrong departments. The major culprit is the mind-set of the society, people want to avoid murders from love but still oppose love, even a conversation about love is prohibited still. Where would a young adult go with all those emotions inside him? 
Some parents are so set on the concept that love is not good everything related to its harmful for life. I hope this changes someday. 
Had this been addressed before it had become cancerous, lot of murders could’ve been avoided. At this point I do not know If my idea would work or if it is the right one. But a change in mind-set is definitely needed.
~May all the souls rest in peace.

The post where I show my Gratitude.

All those idiots,
Screwed me over and over,
Made me wait for hours, and be on time never,
Made me pay for, not my mistakes and food I didn't eat,
Always trying to make a fool outta me,
Join with strangers to laugh with glee,
But unbroke my heart unlike others,
And other few comparable to mothers,
Their faces are a reminder of how screwed up I am,
and also how worse I could've been,
Yes, they're selfish, but only for Selfies,
I know I owe them everything,
But these morons, would never let you have anything,
alone,
They are the best headache you could get,
Though make sure you're not taken to a vet,
You'd never get a loan, but it is always mine to take,
Just make sure they aren't fake.
I want to thank you all, but my heart says no,
For you're my friends forever which is what I know.

~To all :D

The 100-rupee post.

We, as teenagers and young adults live off our social life with the 'Pocket money' from our parents.
Be it the 3G data pack you activate every 28 days (cause 30-day month is too mainstream for telecom idiots) or the sub-veg you pay so generously for.

Our staple pocket money ranges anywhere from 500 to 3000 per month depending upon your parents mood then, your marks(!) and the credibility of your reason to spend the above said money

We (read ME) give out some fantastic reasons to get some money out of their pockets. We would’ve have gone so far that we’ve created and killed characters, severely injured our friends, went on non-existent field trips, paid for courses we never attended, over paid our courses, fined ourselves and what not?

Yeah, yeah we know the value of money (rolling eyes) and we want to spend less. But there are days where a single 100-rupee note would have saved our lives from acute hunger or great embarrassment.

But have we wondered what a 100-rupee note could get you in the city? It doesn’t fetch much these days, but here is what you could bargain off a 100-rupee note in the metros.

-A one-day pass of 50 rupees to travel within the city limits in MTC bus. IT can also fetch you tickets within the outskirts of the city.

-A share auto to places unreachable by public transport and these are usually within 30 rupees.

-A normal auto to reach those destinations quickly. Sometimes it may go above 100 bar but you’ve got to be crazy for that.

-Do not forget Train Tickets!

-Your phone’s recharge. 10 rupees to 100 rupees. You choose.

-Movie tickets if you feel you’re not generous enough that day. 10, 50, 70 ,80 the rates vary with theatre (pathu rooba ticket na sema mass)

-Your popular chaats like samosa, bhel poori, kachodi, pakoda, paav bhaji etc. all come somewhere between 10 to 50 rupees.

-Paani pooris! I’m specially mentioning this cause I’ve seen paani poori ranging from 5 rupees to 60 rupees per plate. There is something in those rasam filled globes.

-Soups and juices, those are just delights that you’d love to indulge yourself at any time. They are usually charged from 10 to 80 rupees per glass with juice being the on the costlier side.

-You know a tummy full breakfast or lunch can be achieved from AMMA mess. A sambar rice packet costs 5 rupees (be jealous other states!). Cost of a full meal 20 bucks only.

-And also an AMMA water bottle costs 10 rupees.

-A Quarter bottle of alcohol costs 70 rupees and above, depending upon you and your friends’ purse weight.

-Go Pondy bazaar or T-nagar and you could grab some good looking (underline good looking) T-shirts, shoes and wallets.

-Girls can go binge shopping all day in Ranganathan street with a 100-rupee note. Jimikis, chains, earrings, bangles, anklets, purses, handbags and more are available starting from 5 rupees. Though men beware, more chances that you’d be spending a few hundreds if it’s your beau.

-A hour of internet browsing at your café will usually cost 30 rupees these days.

-Few packets of your favorite 2 minute noodles can be bought with a 100-rupee note.

-Those munchies you love but they come with lot of air costs only 5 rupees.

-Your data pack for a week.

-Those excellent parotas that cost around 10 rupees per piece.

-Almost 1 ¼ liter petrol for your beloved bike.

-If you’re interested much a session of gaming in your local place costs 30 to 100 rupees.

-An second hand Novel is usually under 100 rupees.

-You could get your hair cut and also your face shaved for 100 rupees.

-Our beloved traffic police men who hold you back for no obvious reason are soothed by a 100 rupees.

Now you must wonder why I’ve given this obscure list of things and prices you already know, because today I saw a kid of ~8 age selling some worn out vegetables for money. I’m sure he was not one of those scammers, he was honestly helpless and hungry. At that moment I wished I was not a bit selfish and also I had an extra hundred rupees.

I just wanted to put through that we can spend our money more sensibly and responsibly.

~Money Matters

The First Night.

Life is a quick bliss,
with moments we wouldn't want to miss,
a cold so bitter needs warmth,
the warmth from a hug is always better,
happiness, a feeling so blue,
we felt those when butterflies flew,
food, love and fun always run
hand in hand with us,
isn't life a quick bliss?
the taste of your quick kiss,
etched in my mind so deep,
your face, a memory I would always keep,
we will live full, don't weep,
yes, life is a quick bliss,
your smile is champagne with fizz,
my dear first child, a bit so wild,
join me to end of eternity,
oh, our life isn't a quick bliss,
we shall stand at the end of the river,
and shout to the gods, "Joie De Vivre"~a beginning

Fair

Yes, you weren't born to do dishes or cry like fishes,
you rose to rule, you woke to banish the fools,
society shuns you, in vain,
raped, scathed, scarred, scared by genders,
but times have changed and you are myth benders,
your pain has subsided,
but then people are being one sided,
we were hideous, we are ugly, all inside,
but we have cleansed and rinsed souls,
right to be debased then, but changed are ours goals,
we request thee to stop shaming us,
and thy voice at blaming, thus,
being asked 'revolution is when?',
give us a chance we'll learn,
to give you a future you yearn,
you are now the women,
as worded from the turbaned poet's pen,
after all we are our mother's son,
please let us be real men.

~Feminism is not in equality but in what is fair.

Rain.

.                                         .                                          
.                                         .
.                                        . 
.                                        .
.                                       a
.                                     drip
.                                   on the
.                                 tip of my
.                               lip,so quick
.                              I was, to lick,
.                               sweet as a
.                                 l'il sugar
.                                   stick
.                                                                     .
.                                                                      .
.                                                                       .
.                                                                      .                         
.                                                                      I
.                                                                     lit,
.                                                                    like
.                                                                 a bulb,
.                                                              happy I am
.                                                            that it wasn't a
.                                                            poop,or it wasn't
.                                                             filthy goop, so
.                                                              with bliss, I'm
.                                                                wishing for
.                                                                     more
.        
.                       .
.                      .
.                     .
.                     .
.                    up
.                     I
.                   see,
.                  down
.                 they be
.               falling free
.              not from any
.              tree, but, the
.               cloud, cried
.                with merry
.                  "freee"
.                               
~mazhai

The spray.

' Dear officials please consider this as my note of confession but I don't wish to point out blame anybody. I write this with great regret and sadness, as I sit alone in my home, my wife has left me for another mate. She has even taken my eggs with her, I was not even given a chance to explain my stance and what really happened that day. I have been feeding myself and living alone for the past 60 days.
I feel as if my wings are broken and my senses are list. Even my kids hate me, they even refuse to talk to me and have flown out of our nest. My agony is inexplicable. Someone can be pushed only so much in his life. For all punishments in the world people could have stepped over me, stamped me, smacked me, or even killed me. But they choose the only option that is feared by all. And unfortunately they chose it for me.


what sin did I commit in my previous births to be sprayed by that obnoxious smell?!
a smell so toxic, so disgusting that my family left me for good and alone.
I'm depressed and have no wish to live in this cruel world anymore.


I take leave from this miserable life by drinking this pesticide. The irony.
yours truthfully
-K.P.Karuppu


p.s. I wish to be buried, with a tombstone as ' The unfortunate roach'


Above is the proof submitted by Baygon cockroach killer officials for its effectiveness for the'Product feasibility report 2014'
~twistu

Of līf and daulaz -Reading 1

Recently I witnessed two events, two very significant events in my life.

First there was this unarranged Marriage of a close ring relative.
and we(or rather I) shall talk about it in this post.

Marriage according to me is an agreement of companionship, if not till the end, at least till the magic and logic fades out.

Being an Indian, a Hindu, and a Male and having semi-orthodox parents, I grew up knowing the importance, cause and effects of typical marriages types.

This Particular event was the marriage of a very well know relative of ours whose marriage I expected to be Grandeur at one of palatial halls in the city. But it did not happen so. The marriage happened in a small temple in the outskirts of the city with very little relatives and few friends. I did not see a single face that was honestly and sincerely happy there. I realised that they were all disappointed at the choice of the Groom's Bride for himself. Added to this the Bride's parents were not present for the event.

But we could not blame anyone here, not a single person.
Everyone has their own legitimate reason to act and be like this.
First off, parents have a lot of faith and expectations on us, screw them and you're screwed.
They always work for our good and betterment though sometimes a bit of social fear clouds their judgement for good.
and as children we do a lot of stuff that disheartens them to a great extent. But we don't take a moment to consider the, even if we do, we reason ourselves that our decision is the best.

But let us see all this rationally. Do parents and relatives see us as an investment of their hardwork and as a redemption for the mistakes they made in their past?
Well, the answer would be Yes and No.

Yes is for,partly they raise us in the prospect that we shall fulfill their unfulfilled wishes from their childhood and/or the ones they conceived and constructed on the way to adulthood and parenthood.

No is when they realise that some of those wishes become obsolete with time and we might have achieved something better than that.

But still most of previous-gen parents are biased against unarranged marriage. Society and its fear being one of the major reasons for this partiality.  But there are times where their decision becomes wrong.
Very Arranged marriages have gone mortally wrong, becoming fatal.
there are successful Unarranged marriages also.

Now to the point. Is Unarranged Marriage such a blunder that it is detested so badly?!

NO. 

But it is not right as well. Right as in not telling our parents where it matters. Making them acknowledging your decision is not what that matters, but making them accepting does.

And as for parents, times have changed. Children are more mature and advanced as compared to when you were this age. The only thing we all lack is communication. Establishing communication is winning.

Win for all.
~līf

Surviving a day in Chennai.

Before we start, I'll set the field why I did this in the first place.

Due to some agonizing personal and private reasons, I did not want to go to college on this particular day, and I did not also want to return home to an array of boring and annoying questions from my then on-leave family and its members. I had around 130 rupees and borrowed a 100 from a friend to whom I will be eternally grateful.
There were no friends I could turn to that day, since fortunately all my friends were responsible enough to go to college or work.(sarcasm intended). I was in full college attire with shoes and all.

And so with 230 rupees in hand I set out to spend a day Chennai, alone.
Since this was all pre-planned I had just a note and a novel in my bag, my earphones, my basic media phone, my kerchief (played an important role in the day) and a funky sun-glass (and an Imaginary Girlfriend).

It was around 7.30 when it was all decided, and I realized that I had around 9 hours to pass.
Seems like a lot of time doesn't it?
Yes it is.

Without out further ado I took a bus to Besant nagar got a 50 rupees pass. I reached there by 30 minutes and the roads which I knew to be bustling with people and vehicles was empty.
I went to the shore, and pure bliss.
Sun over Sea. It was some of the best sights a person could witness on a morning. Taking that all in, I thought, "okay, maybe this day could go well".

At a distance I heard someone calling out to me. It was a PC.  A Police Constable.
I walked to him with fear, as if i had killed a person.

He called me and inquired 'What is the time kanna?'.

And few minutes later we were walking on the shore talking about all those love pairs who were there.
We went to a nearby Kaiyenthi bhavan and he offered me to buy me a breakfast. Yes he BOUGHT his own breakfast. I thanked him an left on my way.
I got the idea of returning to the beach,  sit there and read my novel.
But, it was 9 o clock. and now I did not know what to do. The sun was also showing up.

I boarded the bus towards Thiruvanmiyur but due to some unknown reason my mind asked me to get down at Madhya Kailash. I walked all the way to IIT in an Idea of visting a friend in IIT. but I remembered he was out of town. I started walking towards koturpuram in an idea of visiting Anna centenary library but my luck was acting upon me. It was closed that day for maintenance.
With nowhere to go I started walking, With earphones in my ears I felt like I owned the road. and I incidentally reached Birla Planetarium, which was also closed.

And suddenly my phone rang. It was my Brother. Completely Ignoring the call I carried on.

Time being 10.30 am, my stomach was beginning to give distress calls.
I again put aside the idea of reading my novel in park nearby.
Since my 50 rupees was spent in bus pass. I just had a 180 remaining.
I reached a small shop to buy something to buy where a Heated argument was happening between two people. And all of a sudden they began punching up each other.

Wondering what it could be, I bought a biscuit pack and a polo stick.
I sat on a bench put up there watching the fight. I struck up a conversation with the shop guy but he did not know why they were fighting. By now They were cussing each other.
Suddenly they stopped and walked towards me and passed me. They asked the shopkeeper something, who pointed to me.
To be Frank I was quite shocked at his gesture. They approached me and asked me something.
I was a little bewildered.
Again.
'Thambi, Time enna pa?'
They were drunk.
I told them it was 11.15 am and left the place silently.
'What the hell is it with people and time today?!'

The sun showing all its glory to people on earth, I was walking with my sunglasses and earphones blaring in my ears.
I did not know what that place was.
I found a bus stop and sat there. I was the only person in that place.
After almost half an hour there still was no bus.
I just thought of leaving, and a bus came by that read teynampet.

'Oh Yes!', I thought. 'I could watch a movie in sathyam'

With just 165 rupees in hand I had to plan my lunch and movie with that.
I boarded the bus. and a sudden Brainwave.

 I realized I was moving in the wrong direction. Away from Theatre.

I got down in a hurry. and boarded the right bus.
It was 12 o clock sharp when I got down. The sun was showing off its lighting skills.

On the way I saw a paani poori shop, I spent around 30 rupees for my lunch there.
On the street corner I saw a Amma Unavagam.
I faceplamed my self repeatedly.

I went to sathyam and took a ticket for this hollywood movie. It was about some alien outlaws protecting people.
I thought, 'At last the day is gonna be done, the movie might take atleast till 4.30'.

The inter mission passed.

and by 3.15 I was forcefully chucked out of the theatre.

There again I was standing not knowing what to do.
I took a polo and put my earphones on again.

I was walking towards nowhere when a mother was taking her little kid home from school.
This kid cute as a little panda cub, was telling some stories to his mom, something about some fight. the mom was listening intently. Such pure love only women can give.

I thought I was screwed cause I just had 15 rupees in hand.
I had no other way but to reach home. I was at my wit's end. and had no idea.
I took the bus towards my home and yet again my mind acted up and I got down near Semmozhi poonga.
The entry fee being 5 rupee, I entered and went around the whole park enjoying the beauty of nature that was starkly different from the city outside that was.

There a lot girls. Pretty girls.
Some single, some paired. But most of them pretty. (isn't nature the best?)

Once again I due to some reason did not want to read my novel there.

I left the park around 4.50 and embarked my bus.
There were a three girls sitting in the last row conversing in English.
That bus being surprisingly and fairly empty, I sat in seat that was before them.

One of the Girls commented at me, something about my appearance, It irritated me and agitated me.
I kept quiet.
Though my earphones were on I could not help but hear their conversation about me.
Now, remember that I had been roaming all day, my face was over tanned, My dress was ruffled and my hair was matt and I was sweating profusely.
Their conversation was aimed on men like us who didn't have decency and culture.
That we were some kind of I country brutes who always wanted to flirt and we were the reason women did not have security here.

I still was maintaining my silence.

My stop was nearing, so I stood up. Quickly this girl gave a staring glance at me and turned head head.

I did something I'd never imagined I'd do.

I went up to her and said,'Ummm excuse me, I could not help but listen what you were saying, Not all men are alike, not all of us behave or talk aloud and indecently as you just did. Yes, That maybe your opinion but here this is my opinion too.'

She was dumbfounded and stuttered something. Her friends shocked at this sudden incident.

Before Getting down, I said,'and hey you're not even ogle worthy'.
Her Friends chuckled.

In my ears, a song from VIP had started.

I reached home, refreshed and sat down to read that novel at last.
Inside that was a 100 rupee note.

Fate is mysterious isn't it?
~Kerchief was my best bet against pollution there.

The makes-you-think-deep post.

Life is a Bitch.

Don't think. Yet.

I'm going to put forth a very simple yet meaningful question. 'What is the purpose of life?'

The instant you read the above question you might delve into the depth of your thoughts for an answer or just disregard this post as another one of those inspirational shite.
But I ask you to read further. you will not regret it.

Most of my readers and friends will know that this part of life -where you're about to or have finished your under grad- is and is going to be very difficult or rather dazed, but let us not venture further into that cause there are various other blogs, sites and movies that tell you about that.

But almost all of us in this stage wonder what is the purpose of all this complications we impose upon ourselves and what will be the ramifications of these in future?

There is is this awful feeling that comes when the things you believe so faithfully are not true.
I will show it to you.

What if all this is for nothing? What if you die the next day you get into your most dreamed job? What if world apocalypse begins after you propose to that someone? What if Aliens attack us after you get an A+ in math? Very depressing right?

This is all appalling to our human senses.
and talking about senses, do you know that we don't only have 6 senses but somewhere around 14?
MindFuck right?

Again, why are we talking about all this? oh yeah the purpose of life.
See? so are we leading a life that is not true?
are we being fooled by others and ourselves?
Well, the answer would be a Yes and a No and a Maybe.

Yes is for 'Are we being fooled?'
No is for 'Are we being fooled by others?'
Maybe is for 'Are we being fooled by ourselves?'

You would know why by now.
Awful feeling yet?
Yes, Life is a Bitch.

Once again, the purpose? We're there. Almost.

In all your life you would Have had certain goal(s) at different periods.
At times you might have reached those goals or you might have failed them.
but just after the goal was definitively achieved or lost, there must've been a temporary lull in life.
There will arise a question 'What next?'.

No one knows the answer for that, well at least not a solid one unless and until someone or something interferes.
This point is where life becomes confusingly clear.

This Clarity is that 'Change is inevitable, Change is eternal'.
You might wonder how this writer is gonna link it with the purpose of life.

Purpose of life is Change.
Purpose of life is TO Change.

Now I have arrived at the conclusion of my Blog and you must've understand the purpose of life.
Or have you?

Wondering why this blog is so vague on so many levels? (Wow, I see you shaking you head violently!)
To prove what ever is said of course.

Choice is Eternal.
~Everything is Nothing, Nothing is Anything.

Battling the bullies.

Everybody knows RAPE right?
Yes, surely everybody does.
Because It is what the world sees often, and forgets.

But we totally forget to forget something else that comes up at times, rarely.

Bullying.
Oh, know its not ragging. that is something to be talked about later.

But bullying it is something of its own class, something that needs instant attention to be paid.
Let us see why.
Before I begin, Yes I was bullied, I still am being bullied, and I know how to bully too.

Have you seen the person who is being bullied?
If you have noticed, you will know that the person will be some what special or unique from others.
Its not your House or Sherlock or Hannibal unique.
Its this unnoticed or rather a very significant quality they that have might irritate others.
and why do you get irritated?
cause you're jealous.

Bullying is not only done in person, there are a quite a few types of bullying that can shock us.

-Physical Bullying
-Verbal Bullying
-Emotional Bullying
-Cyber Bullying
-Disability Bullying
-Legal Bullying
-Parental Bullying
-Prison Bullying
-School Bullying

Bullying is not done by a single person. No, it is done by a bunch of people who are either scared or scarred by the growth of the person they bully.

To people outside the Bully-Wimpy circle it looks like simple joke or a gag.
But it actually clash of egos and the cold war is not all that cold. It is Raging hot.

There are times where the Wimpy counters back with either sarcasm or their skill.
But it enrages them more.
How could they Accept such defeat?
It gets worse.
Now the insults and humiliation get stronger and it becomes personal.
The bully group lashes out at the Wimp.
Though this might seem like a simple issue and you all might wonder why I  compared this with Raping.

Here is why.
-Over half, about 56 percent, of all students have witnesses a bullying crime take place while at school.
-Among students of all ages, homicide perpetrators were found to be twice as likely as homicide victims to have been bullied previously by their peers.
-For every suicide among young people, there are at least 100 suicide attempts for bullying.
-Over 14 percent of high school students have considered suicide, and almost 7 percent have attempted it.
-College Bullying is fatal to most of the people who encounter it, as it is more depressing psychologically here than it was when we were younger.
-Bullying is more of a emotional related problem and hence it comes out rarely.
-Bullied people are either left with a scarred physical or mental health.
-Bullies were also victims of being bullied but it doesn't make it fair to bully others.

To Bullies out there:
Why do you bully them?
-You are good for nothing.
-You have very low self esteem.
-You despise yourself for being dumb.
-You have no feelings.
-You are sad and alone.
-You were hurt? but so are people who you bully.
-You enjoy seeing others getting crippled, physically or emotionally.
-You have no life

To others.
If you know a Bully or a Wimpy.
Don't ignore them.
They need special attention and help.
Do your best to lift them up.

To the people getting Bullied.
Don't worry.
'The best way to handle Stupidity is to be Patient'

~Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.

ummm... AWKWARD!

Some times we how ever we manage ourselves we end up in situations where you end up being queasy and alien to situation.

You begin to act up such that someone random might say that 'Well that escalated quickly'.
At these time you would want die there instantly. Twice. Forever.

Here are some instances you can relate to your awkward everyday life.
-First, Waving and shouting a weird nick name at someone who you think they're, but they're not.
 I love the reaction after the realisation dawns.
-Talking to someone who is lost in his ear phones.
Don't you wanna erase your face after that?
-Forgetting a joke halfway through.
People love these type of jokes, erm.. jokers.
-How are you?.> Doing good, how about you? > Good, Thanks, and you?.
Wow your face looks uncomfortable and funny too.
-Tripping in front of a crowd and playing it cool.
They all laughed, yes they did. They still do.
-Missing a Hi-5 and doing a fistbump instead.
After this its always bye-5 for you.
-Getting wronged for a worker in a shop while shopping.
Great job man.
-Made fun of, by a child.
Isn't humor the best thing, for everyone else?
-Getting stuck in an immovable position in crowded spaces like elevators.
They all saw it. SAW IT.
-Going out With a love couple.
You have a big heart. and even bigger brain which is empty.
-Choosing paths in a narrow way.
Personal advice, if its a lady, go WITH her.
-Eye contact with anyone stranger or friend.
The awkwardness materialises.
-And Basically, life in general.
-I know, I know. you suck.

~welcome to my blog... oh wait.

Speed Thrills with, High petrol bills.

A tear left my right eye horizontally.
Dust was bombarding into my naked face with blistering speed, it almost scraped my face off.
My vision was blurred, reason: a speed above 100 kmph.

I did not know if the brakes were working or if the vehicle behind me would respond quickly if if pull to a sudden stop.
My heart was drumming every time the two wheeler took dangerous overtakes and impossible curves.
I swayed gracefully with the vehicle's turns and twists.

It was as if the time was slowing down and I was outside the Time-space fabric.
The sun was becoming hotter, so was the vehicle's engine. Red hot with Torque.
From the passersby point of view it should've been like another version of lightning, just slightly visible than the original.

I did not bother about the petrol the engine was gulping down or the condition of the road or the rules of the road. The speed was blissful.
I had no idea what would happen if I crash.
But I knew this -Speed is Addicting.
I had no helmet or licence or care for all the world.
The vehicle rarely slowed for the bumps or speed breakers on the road

I was comfortable in my Pillion seat.
The view was Great from behind.

~Google: 'Pillion seat'
                Thank you

How to be a Perfect Villain Guide for dummies.

Wasn't Joker a great villain in The Dark Knight?
but he was not your perfect Villain. Yes he Had his own Flaws and Mistakes. Face it.

We've all had our own favorite villains, though they change from time to time only very few stay in our hearts and eat it out.
Let us see if they come under these criteria.

Primarily these are your type of villains.
-Psychopaths
-Maniacs
-Man Hunters
-Vengeance Holders
-Situational Murders
-Passionate Killers
-Hobbyists

You decide Which category you fall under.

But all of these villains have a common trait: They are EVIL.

So what defines a Perfect Villain?
-Firstly its his Composure. A villain must never lose his composure, he must lose his cool when something goes wrong or go off guard when his plan worked perfectly. A villain is UNNATURALLY CALM. (yep sathyaraj)
But the is always a 'but'. He can go into berserk mode if he is facing the Hero or another Equal Villain.(Raghuvaran Sir! and Jack Torrance)
-Then He must always act alone even though he has an array of thugs and killers at his disposal. He must have a backup plan for himself even for the best of his plans.(Heya Joh Kerr!)
-If the villain is a 'She' she should have followers such that she need not even talk. They act just with her Body language, and since she is a woman she may use the seduction trick at heroes. (that kill bill woman if anyone knows)
-A Villain always has some trick up his sleeve, even after the last trick. (Khan Noonien Singh, Ra's Al Ghul and many more!)
-They always Make drastic change in plan to his favor of course. (Hans Gruber anyone?)
-He or She has some interesting hobby. ('Monsieur' Calvin Candy and his Mandingos)
-Importantly He/She must use the Weapon of "SARCASM" as often as possible. (Vegeta, and most others!)
-They must always have a backstory which is only as truthful as the forgiveness they're gonna give you. (Keyser Soze!)
-They Must and can kill people with supernatural speed, ease and power and Heartlessly. (Darth Vader)
-The corpses they leave will mentally scar you or even kill you. (John Doe from Se7en and Hannibal Lecter)
-They must always die at the end.(All Villains)
-And Importantly, Somehow return Back with Badass style again. (You know who.)

So do you have it to be the best villain?

~a Word from a married Friend summing up all this: Wife.
p.s. oh and the thing about Joker? it was a joke. :P

The *beeping* annoying post.

WE all are Communal beings. We are interdependent on each other, though we may seem independent we are stringed to each other other by an invisible thread. But there is always this irritating abominations that tend to *beep* up this system.

We see these dumbheads in our day-today lives. While some of us ignore them, some of us can't digest it. Here are some Examples,
-In heavy traffic and bright sunlight there is always this *beephole*  who honks the horn like he laid the*beeping* road.
-Another guy who does not allow the *beeping* honker to go his way, and deliberately blocks him.
-This another person who sits in a office and disrespects everyone who approaches him/her, though we respect them.
-oh but we forget he/she has to meet so many idiotic *beepers* on a day and treat them like a person we appointed.
-That government guy (its usually men), in a government bus who treats you like you owe him something, not even respecting you age or randomness.
-Those Passengers who do not know *beeping* public decency. (*beep* them!)
-Those *beepheads*  who smoke in a crowded public space, though you indirectly signal him that you find it offensive and those *dumbbeeps* who spit while the public transport is moving.
-And that *beepbeeper* who skips the line in queue.
-And also that creepy *beep* that comments publicly at your friends or relatives.
-Now don't forget that irritating and annoying *beephole* that stops your vehicle though you have all your documents and stuff simply for money. (that piece of *beep*)
-Also don't forget about YOURSELF.

~them *beeping* *beep* *beepers*

Serenity.

thup! thup! thup!..
-you can feel the blood rushing behind your ears after running.
-you curse the conductor under your breath for not stopping in the respective stop.
-you find yourself half way between city and a barren lands.
-your only hope left you a moment ago.
-you're stranded with a few strangers in which few of them look like thieves and others like goonda. you can't blame them, its your mind playing tricks.
-your tongue is dry and feels like a combination of sand and cotton, you don't salivate or even sweat.
-at a distance you could the next bus crowded even more than the previous one, some how you embark it.
-after a battle of body, mind and ego you reach your destiny, for now.
-you fear the problems you're gonna have when you reach home.
-but everything changes when you smell the sweet aroma from the cup.
-you know future is gonna be hard to venture but instead you choose to take in the delicious redolence through your nose.
-you bless your Mom for what she has given you.
-every sip feels like an eternity of peace and calmness as the warm liquid glides through your throat.
-and it hits you 'Instant Coffee is Instant heaven'
-life goes on....

~Life is happy, daily coffee.

The Early Morning blog.

Last night Maybe you were in this awesome party, you got drunk and snuck into your house onto your bed.
or you were up all night playing DOTA 2 or some other video game,
maybe watching a movie or simply Social networking,
(and yes nobody studies on saturday nights)
and now you wake up as late as 9 (for some its even 12 am).
-you find your Mom standing near your bed saying 'kanna wake up and drink your coffeema' -with  pleasant smile.
-you look at your phone for notifications, may be your sweetheart has sent you a cute good morning or your friends have given some like to your profile pic
-in the background you hear some divine music as you groggily get down from your bed and start walking towards bathroom.
-and this incredible smell of vadacurry/non-veg soup welcomes into daylight.
-you brush and drink your coffee and your brother offers the newspaper.
-and the day goes pleasantly.

-now enough dreaming sucker! WAKE UP!

-after you dad has smacked you on your back (at times your face!) your brother violently pulls you down from the bed (his kind of fun).
-and mom shouts 'shaniyane nightu poora antha phone ahyum computerayum nonditu maadu maari thoongartha paaru, ithellam padichi enga urupada potho?'
-forced into the shower you're left without any soap and no one to answer your cries. (you can feel you brother doing a evil laugh
-and you don't even want to think about the message and notifications you saw in your phone.(sooo evil)

~Happy sunday (or sandai?)

Cooking 101.

-Take two cups of flour, add 1/2 cup warm milk, 1 cup water, a pinch of salt.
-Mix the mixture for at least 5 minutes.
-The consistency must be like, you know the clay children use for making models? yeah that (really, believe me).
-keep that aside for some time. let it ferment.
-now take two onions, a bell pepper, some cilantro, some lettuce and some peas (peace too bro).
-dice them properly.
-oh! you should have added yeast to the dough, you're bad at this aren't you?
-now run the the vegetables in a mixer once or twice.
-pour it on the pan with the tomato puree we prepared.
-saute and let it boil for 7 minutes exact (EXACT!).
-wait for 3 whistles and unload the dough.
-wait WHAT?!

Okay you must be more attentive.
-now take all those and throw it in your dustbin, I repeat dustbin!. (We don't want blue cross or toxicologists snooping around your house)
-do this before your Mom sees you or this.
-If seen, Run!. Simply RUN.

-Ask Mom to cook.

~30 nalil samayal katru kolvathu eppadi :P