Monday, December 31, 2012

2012–the beginning

Unlike the last of years, that used to teach me physics, chemistry, mathematics or computer science, 2012 was one the most unforgettable, undeniably best teacher of my life, that gave me lots of lessons in life.

It has given me, the most memorable and interesting and the happiest days I had in my life, the most memorable yet indifferent sad phase of life, ups and downs in both life and work, the courage to face all forms of hurdles, the patience, the maturity, the truth, how people are.

I still remember, exactly one year back, it was the first new year spent with friends, in search of pubs in hyderabad, we were roaming all around the city, finally ending up having dinner and hanging out at a friend’s place. It followed with my college Graduation – to the amazing and boring train journeys, from and to hyderabad, the best two months of my life, the worst three months of my life, then transition to amazon, transition to home, to new job, and some work, and the year, at the end has given me a new mobile and a new bike, to carry forward :)

It taught me patience, taught me to act mature, taught me possession, taught me trust, taught me the truth, and the most of all, it taught me that I have learned nothing in life, till now, there’s a long way to go, lots to learn, waiting for the forthcoming journey!!

With Cheers!!! :) :)

Monday, November 12, 2012

Diwali–Yet Another Holiday, on a Weekday

It was a time when you used to be that little boy, well dressed up on a weekday evening, after attending your last working day at school before diwali, and standing next to the lonely creaky windows, just staring outside looking for your dad to return home, so that you would take off to your grandma’s place to celebrate your traditional diwali, when it was time to play with all your cousins( sry, they were knows as annen/ thambi/ machan/ atthan/ machis) , it was a great time shared with your chitapas, chitthis, mamas and athais. You enter your own traditional house, starring open roof-tops, and rest topped with red-brick tiles, nothing other than (vaasal vecha ottu veedu). The first thing you go and search is the big box that is hidden behind the one and only cot inside the one and only bedroom, where noone sleeps. The next step is to split them equally among our cousins, fighting who will light up the one extra rocket in the pack, lighting up lakshmi vedi in your hand and throwing them apart, bursting the atom bomb inside the box, just to see the box tearing into pieces and flying in all 6 directions, lighting a candle and rapidly, throwing up all the bijili vedis, kuruvi vedi, ganesh vedi, tearing a thousand wala into two five hundred walas just because we are two people and lighting them together, the sangu chakkram that bursts, the buss vaanam that goes buss, color color match boxes, sparkling suru suru vathis, rukmini rockets, 7 shots, parachutes, pambu maathrais and after all this, once you are tired, you save up the rest you have for Karthigai Deepam.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

கற்பவை கற்றபின்

மாந்தர் நின்சொல் அறவே மதியார்
அச்சொல் பொன்சொல் போன்றதெனினும்
அவருள் ஒருவராய் நீ இல்லாவிடின்

மாந்தர் நின்சொல் பொன்சொல் என்பார்
நீ சிரும்பிகைக்கும் வேளையிலும்
நீயே அவரின் அவசியம் எனில்

தோல்வி உற்றேன் பலமுறை நான்
எனினும், தோள்கொடுக்க யாருமில்லை
புரிந்து கொண்டேன் இறுதியில் தான்
உன் உயிர்த் தோழன் நீயே என்று

Friday, August 31, 2012

ஒரு நாளில் வாழ்க்கை

ஏழு மணிக்கு அலாரம் வெச்சி எட்ர வெறிக்கும் snooze பண்ணி ஒம்போது மணிக்கு எந்திரிச்சி, பல் தேச்சி, பாத்ரூம்-கு லைன் ல நின்னு தண்ணி வராத கொழாய தட்டி பாத்து தெறந்து விட்டு, கடைசி சொட்டு தண்ணி வெறிக்கும், வெறிக்க வெறிக்க use பண்ணி, வேண்டா வெறுப்புக்கு வீனா குளிச்ச காண்டா மிருகம் மாறி குளிச்சிட்டு வந்து, வெளிய நின்னா வீடு full-a கருமம் புடிச்ச நறுமனமா மணக்கும். அது தான் நம்மே ரூம்-mate ஓட scent-u. வேணாம் மச்சான் வேணாம்-னு எவ்ளோ சொன்னாலும் கேக்காம சுத்தி சுத்தி ஸ்ப்ரே அடிப்பான்.

சரின்னு அவன் களம்புன ஒடனே, கரிகந்தையா கசங்கி கடக்குற ஷர்ட்-ம் பான்ட்-ம் எடுத்து, அயர்ன் கூட பண்ணாம, அவசர அவசரமா போட்டுன்னு வந்து, மொபைல், பர்ஸ், கர்சீப், bag-னு எல்லாத்தையும் மறக்காம எடுத்துட்டு வெளிய வந்தா, பின்னாடியே தொரதிகிட்டு ஒருத்தன் ஓடி வருவான், அவன் தான் நம்ம பிளட்ஸ் ஓட வாட்ச்மேன். என்னயா வேணும்னு கேட்டா, maintenance-mantenance-னு சொல்லி உசுர வாங்குவான். பேசுன காச விட ரெண்டு மடங்கா கேப்பான். காசில்லயா, atm-ல எடுத்து நாளைக்கு தரேன்னு நாலு நாளா டபாய்ச்சி, ஓடி வந்து ரோட்-ல நின்னா, தாண்டிப் போகும் நம்ம ஆபீஸ் பஸ்.

சரி transport-கு போன் a போட்டு பஸ் நிக்காம போயிருச்சுன்னு சொன்னா, அடுத்த பஸ்ஸுக்கு இன்னும் அர மணி நேரம் ஆகும்னு சொல்லுவான். சரின்னு போற வற பொண்ணுங்களேல்லாம் பாத்துக்குன்னே டைம் போறதே தெரியாம, தெறிக்க தெறிக்க காத்து நின்னா, என் ஸ்டாப்-ல நிக்க வேண்டிய பஸ், அந்நிக்குன்னு பாத்து அடுத்த ஸ்டாப் ல இருந்து கெளம்பும். ஆட்டோ புடிச்சி பஸ்-a தொரத்தி, அடுத்த ஸ்டாப் ல ரவுண்டு கட்டி மடக்கி, ஓடிப் போய் பஸ்ல ஏறினா, ஹப்பாட-னு இருக்கும். அன்னிகுனு பாத்து முன்னாடி போற பஸ், முட்டு சந்து ல திரும்பும் போது, இன்டிகாடோர் ஓரம டமால் னு இடிப்பான்.

Monday, July 30, 2012

In – My own ‘Perspective’

Hi guys here is my first attempt in writing a short story, in my own style. Well I don’t really think if I could call this a story, and let us see what you think about it.

From my perspective:
There are some people, or atleast one person in your life, whom you are madly behind, always liking whatever they post in facebook, always waiting for them to come online, always waiting for their call, always sending them a message and waiting for replies, and ending up getting one liners back, always fantacizing and always comparing them with their past activities, and always complaining how they have changed a lot, and always wanting to get the old life back again, although you know that nothing will come back.

Again From My own perspective:
There are some people, or atleast one person in your life, whom you keep avoiding from the beginning, or recently started avoiding, due to some other reason, or due to their actions, for whom u always give one line replies, for whom you are always busy even though you are free, for whom you sleep at 9 o clock in the night, and end up in not 'liking' any post after the 'good night', fearing whom, you are always invisible in gmail, wanting to tell them straight to the face, but you implicitly think they will understand, or you still have some old feelings for them so that you dont want to let them go.

And yes, this is a mysterious case about two of my close friends, and the above two quotes lifted from the diaries of them.

From my perspective:
It was not the first time I met her that I had fell for her, but it took some time, maybe a couple of months, after that we started being together in all the things we did. Lots and lots of fun, mini-outings,  late night phone calls, and everything went well until 'he' came in. Only then after a couple of months had I realized about a person in my life that I was madly behind. I was literally shattered into pieces on fine day on hearing what her feeling for 'him' was, and then I started to move away from her life.

Again From My own perspective:

Yeah, the first time I met him like any other guy, and as days went on, we became seriously good friends, and nothing more than that. He became a part of my everyday life, and I used to ping him every day and used to tell him what ever happened the whole 24 hours a day, but I never thought that he had this kind of feelings for me. I tried my best in avoiding him, to make him understand that I was not the one what he thinks, but just a good friend for lifetime, he did not understand, and there came this one fine day when I just bursted out the entire things in my mind.

Do you think the two friends mention about each other in the story? Or do you think each of them had their own story? Or are the two persons one and the same? Well the answer is left to you :)

From my perspective:
Although it was unbearable to have experienced such a situation, it was not something to the extreme that I could stop myself from my daily routines or from my goals. And the best part of it was making things crystal clear that she was not meant for me, and the time I understood the bitter truth, some things that are not meant for us will never come back to us.

Again From My own perspective:

Somehow, I feel a bit lighter now to have made all things clear to both of them, and also to myself. And of course this doesn't mean that life would have been worser if I had'nt ditched him, but I thought this was the thing I had to do, I don't know if what I did was right or wrong, but I stick to my decision, unless I realize some mistake in the future.
From my perspective:
For the first time in my life, I experienced the pain of losing someone.



Again From My own perspective:
For the first time in my life, I experienced the pain of throwing someone out of my life.

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Friday, June 15, 2012

சென்னை எனக்காய் காத்திருக்கு!!!

முதுகில் பெரியதோர் மூட்டைக் கட்டி
மூச்சுத் தெரிக்கச் சுமந்து வந்து
மூன்றாம் பெட்டியின் பட்டியலில்
முப்பது முறையென் பெயரைத் தேடிச்
சென்றேன் எந்தன் ரயிலினுள்ளே

சென்னை எனக்காய் காத்திருக்கு!!!

Thursday, May 31, 2012

I know, that I don’t know

I don’t know……
I don’t know……
I don’t know…… What???
I don’t know many things in this world

I don’t know why I am currently in this place
I don’t know why I am motivated to write this piece of shit
I don’t know why I am here sitting all alone in my room surrounded by walls
I don’t know why I did not get placed in the six companies I attended before Microsoft
I don’t know why the best company came 7th and I was the one for it
I don’t know why this company is not in Chennai
I don’t know why I am posted at Hyderabad
I don’t know why all my friends are at Chennai or Bangalore
I don’t know why I am sitting alone always having nothing to do although I have many things to do
I don’t know why or for whom am I writing this blog

I don’t know how we make friends so easily
I don’t know how each one is different from the other
I don’t know how the relationship with each one seems unique
I don’t know how opinions arise
I don’t know how opinions transform later
I don’t know how we talk to random people online
I don’t know how I get close to people I meet online
I don’t know how they inspire me in writing
I don’t know how they influence my life too
I don’t know how things start and how they end

I don’t know what I am writing now
I don’t know what all I need for my life
I don’t know what all I need for this moment
I don’t know what will be my tomorrow
I don’t know what my neighbours’ faces look like
I don’t know what is inside my bag’s side zip

I don’t know when will I realize what I actually need
I don’t know when will I mature enough to let things happen their own way and not crave for anything
I don’t know when will I buy my first bike
I don’t know when will I end this post

And there are already so many whys, hows, whats and whens in my life.
So, there is absolutely no mistake in not knowing the answers to all the questions in my mind.

Do you have any questions?
But, I don’t have answers :)

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

lIKES of fACEbook

The most powerful weapon, in fACEbook, to prove that you are popular…
Like[1]
Yesss!! once you upload some photo, or post something, a video, status, or a blog post like this, and you wait for a few minutes to witness the first of likes, and only then move on to some other work.
Well, thats the habit of most of the people, or atleast some people that I know (Ofcourse!! including me)

Your friend shares a video, and you just re-share it and get more likes than him(Point to Note: ‘you’ is not a girl) and that means you have really achieved something great, and in a few mins your friend comments or pings you saying… 'naaye epdi da unaku mattum avlo likes varudhu?' (dog! how do you get so many likes?). And yeah there are times when I open my facebook just to see if that red dot that has popped up.

Even google envied likes and it introduced something called +1 and it did differ from facebook i.e they allowed special characters such as ‘plus’ in their counter variable’s name.

And for you people who are reading this in my blog/fb, yes you can see a blue Like button below, I am still looking at the notifications bar, waiting for you :p ……

- a post just to remind myself that I have a blog :S