A Forward-Minded Generation!!

Have you ever received absolutely irritating and irrelevant forwards that bug you beyond death and make you feel like all the intelligent life in the universe has just migrated to mars? Oh wait aren’t you the moron who sent me the forward in the first place?

Well you know what I am talking about, those ridiculous forwards generated by totally jobless pranksters who just want to have a laugh, which are forwarded by dense morons who skipped the brain servings in heaven because the queue was too long before they set their dumbasses on the planet.

The kinds that go like :

My grandma in Somalia hasn’t eaten in three days because Somalia has no supply of food grains. Kindly forward this message to everyone you know so that she can eat the enormous amount of pointless data that will get circulated.

Or the ones that say

Forward this message to 12 people at 12 in the night and 12 beautiful girls will tell you how good you look.

(C’mon you can’t blame me for forwarding that one 😉 the closest I’ve gotten is “Its good to look ugly da” and a comparison of my appearance to some ridiculous looking tree, near the CSE department, by two members of the fairer sex. Well the forwarding really worked. Next day, a dozen female pigs chased me from the 14th block till we parted ways half the way to the mess!)

Anyway you get the drift. The last straw was when I got the “get Kalam back” forward. Incessant forwarding of the same mail by a million people drove me up the wall to say the least. The essence of the mail was that since Kalam was a very great president, it was our duty to get him back to office by submitting a petition on Lolappan Chettan’s website designed by his son Mandan Kunju who had just learned HTML! This would cause the scales to fall from the eyes of all the politicians in India and Kalam would be gloriously reinstated!

I was happily rotting away in my room today, as jobless as Stuart Broad after bowling to Yuvraj (that is to say I was merely staring at the sky and hoping that an alien space ship would appear from somewhere and brighten up the day). Pretty much laidback you could say and no pun intended either! Sigh!

So well my phone beeps and I see a dumb message which goes on to say if I forward it to 10 other Vodafone users, I would get 75 mins absolutely free! Not surprising that this message was forwarded to me by the same numbskull-fairer-sex-ians who called me ugly and compared me to a tree (as if we didn’t know they were dumb enough already!).

Bored beyond irritation, I set about to test if the rest of the world was dumb enough. Immediately I made up a message (which many of you imbecilic jackasses forwarded with great fervour may I add?) which reads as follows

Today, 21st September, is the Vodafone (formerly hutch) pug’s birthday. On this joyous occasion, we would like to reward our esteemed customers. Night calls between 10 pm and 6 am will be made free for everyone who forwards this message to 10 other Vodafone users today. You will have this offer till September 29th, which is when the pug was baptized.

(If in spite of the capitalization, making bold and italic of some letters a bell dosen’t ring in the peanut you pass off for a brain, it stands for the name of the author of the message – TONY .)

Well it apparently wasn’t a very smart thing to do as my phone keeps beeping twice a minute with the same dumb message and its nearly four in the morning and I honestly can’t sleep!

so here I am begging you

PLEASE STOP FORWARDING DUMB MESSAGES YOU MORON!

RAILWoeS II – The Departed ;)

// Published in the jammag issue dated 15-29 May 2007, Vol 12, No: 16 

 

First time readers of the blog check out Railwoes I before reading this….

The train departed from the station as I fished out the 200 bucks from my wallet and handed it over. He was staring into the distance, and without moving his gaze, slipped the cash into a concealed pocket. For an instant he reminded me of a kitten lapping up milk from a bowl with its eyes closed, thereby supposedly blinding the world. One closer look at him and the kitten image was a thing of the past, and I’m not saying what follows because he took 200 bucks from me. :-“

He was wearing what appeared to be linen from an Egyptian mummy patched up pretty badly in the form of a wannabe white pair of trousers, a shirt which someone had doubtlessly puked on and a coat that had faded so much that even Leonardo Da Vinci wouldn’t be able to say what colour it had originally been. His hair was much like the Amazon undergrowth, and his facial hair looked like the bristles of an overly used toothbrush. Whether he was an ambassador of the surf excel ‘daag ache hain’ campaign I couldn’t tell, but he sure could be!

Using my superiorly developed intellect and deduction skills and due to sheer lack of something better to do, I figured out an explanation. We start with the saying by a great Greek philosopher “Greedy people are also stingy.” Don’t raise your eyebrows now there was a Greek philosopher who said that. What you think you know them all you conceited clown? Humph!

So here is what happened – as usual Mr. Thamarakshan Thazhe Edayil (um lets just call him TTE for short) woke up at 4 in the morning and squeezed the toothpaste tube which had served him well for three years. He used a little extra that day, what the hell thought him, the expiry date finished last week. After putting on his clothes sans the coat, he jumped into Mr. Shallow Joseph’s banana field and (b)lithely made his way over to the scarecrow, stripped it off the coat it was wearing, put it on and away he came to work. Ah elementary isn’t it? All it requires is a little logical reasoning. If someone from Scotland Yard is reading this, Thanks for the offer, but sorry I’m not interested 😉

With a heavy stomach, a light wallet and the satisfaction of solving the case without so much as lifting a finger, I settled down into my special seat. That’s when the kid next to me thought it might be fun to spill some motta curry on my new pair of jeans. Since it was the 2^nd of Jan and one of my New Year resolutions included not screaming at kids who spill egg curry on my new pair of jeans, I smiled- to say I was composure personified wouldn’t be stretching the truth. I got up to wash myself, but the composure was broken when I heard the kid wail “waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! How do I eat the appam without curry?” Sheesh!!!

Soon Naveen got in, and after sheepishly explaining to him the predicament we were in and praying in the back of my mind that one of his New year resolutions included not beating up friends who screw up train reservations, I tried to show him the bright side – we had a berth till Gudur where we were supposed to reach at 3, but since it was the Indian railways, we’d reach there only by about 5 (one would think!)

After some casual banter and the passing of Chennai central, I decided to call it a night and promptly slept at midnight. I had a pretty cool dream in Technicolor with commentary by Martin Tyler “ Manchester United have just completed the treble under their new owner and here is the captain handing over the trophy to Tony Sebastian… what a dream ….” And then it happened. The idiotic captain dropped the UEFA champions league trophy on my head! I was ready to fire him when I felt another impact on my head.

I forced my eyelids open and saw a little girl who was knee high to a grasshopper banging my head and singing the chorus of the sutta song and followed it up with other pleasantries. HINDIcapped though I may be, I knew she didn’t say “ What Ho! Lovely night eh?” I jumped out of her berth asking her to spare my life. I checked the watch, it was 1:30 in the morning and sure enough, we’d reached Gudur!

Mr. TTE I hope Shallow Joseph gets you with a shotgun next time you sneak into his farm!

I looked around and saw at least a 100 people and all of them seemed to know each other. I guessed a whole village was migrating. One of them passed by me and let’s just say I got a whiff of the reason as to why they were moving – Water shortage or may be even a lack of bathing bars!

Naveen and I sat on either side of his suitcase illustrating the proverb “ Oruma undenkil ulakka melum kidakkam” which translates to “if you’ve got a buffalo, you can recline on a stick”. Oops! Sorry eruma is buffalo, oruma is unity! Make the appropriate changes will you? Thanks.

Sleep deprived as we were, we recounted our tales of woe. Naveen told me how the chick we saw the previous week at the movies was Ms. South India or summat and that her name was Shana. She sure was a hottie, but then she was with a guy chiselled out of stone. Is that all gals care about? We wondered. I mean have you ever seen a gal go “oooooooooh he’s so hot, he makes cryptic crosswords!” well if you have, mail me the details at tony.crossie@gmail.com 😉

The train stopped almost as soon as it started. And we lay there not more than 10 metres after Gudur station for TWO HOURS! If I get my hands on that Coelho dude who said something about the universe conspiring in your favour I’ll, I’ll…..aaaaaaaaaaaaaargggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!

1000 mosquito bites, one broken back and a badly aching butt later, it was dawn. I caught Jijo ( a fellow college mate) by the collar and dragged him out of his berth and promptly crashed. I caught up on the dream “ Manchester United have the ball now. It’s a brilliant move, Smith to SHAAAAAAANNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! OH! BEAUTIFUL G(O)AL!!”

Life’s a B.tech!! ;)

“who says nothing is impossible?

I’ve done nothing all my life!”

-Found on a t-shirt sported by a NITian

It was a lovely October morning, the first rays of sun filtered through the leaves fluttering gently in the slow breeze, shining down on the peaceful populace below, the clouds strewn about in happy confusion like cotton candy on a smiling child’s face. The grass with fresh dew drops was an emerald chain with tiny embedded diamonds. The lark was on its wing, the snail was on its thorn and yours truly was snoring away to glory! 😀

WHOA! I can hear people say… or is it WTF? I can see the more hyperactive and/or sincere reader jump out of his seat, and there’s a lawyer getting ready to sue me. And yeah I know the question on all of your minds, the most painfully obvious one… “Tony, how on earth do you know the nature was all hunky-dory if you were licking Lindt in lullaby land? “ Simple, I don’t 😀 but with a bit of pleading, the sun, the leaves, the clouds (took a little bit longer there. Apparently clouds don’t like cotton candy, but nothing that a 500 rupee not couldn’t settle 😉 Sigh the pains I go through to give you classy litter-ature!), the breeze, the grass, the snail and the lark have all agreed to corroborate my story, so if you got a lawsuit honey, I say bring it on!

Well before this endeavour of mine meanders hopelessly off course, its my duty of course to bring us back to where we were n continue with what I’m trying to say. After all, they say time is money and I really shouldn’t waste so much of yours by making you read stuff that has nothing to do with anything. Although, that being said, I don’t think time or money is your most pressing problem at this stage. If you are still reading this, I strongly recommend you visit a shrink. Oh boy this is fun, I get to subject you to torture and I also get to abuse you! Why on earth didn’t I blog for so long! Alright alright, Don’t scream, I’ll get back! Sheesh can’t a guy do a little bit of um er ok please don’t throw stuff now, that’s really mean.

So where were we? Oh yeah diamond clouds & cotton candy on grass…ahem isn’t that what I said? Oh forget it! The important thing is, I was sleeping. As I slowly dug the sand out of my eyes and ventured to cleanse my dentures, the time was 9:55 AM. Nair was already getting hyper, and when I returned, he was positively screaming! “Dude its 10:05! Let’s go! “ said he. “Why what’s the hurry?” said I. “um we’re late? “ “ oh! What about the 8-10 class?” I enquired. “Cancelled”. “Nice! God bless Ravindar. Ok lets go half an hour late its Elmer Fudd’s class” ( for the uninitiated Elmer Fudd is the nickname for a department prof who looks like, well, Elmer Fudd! I mean it would be pretty stupid if we nicknamed him Elmer Fudd and he looked like someone else right? C’mon people! Please be a little sharper! Yup! Blogging is fun 😀 ) “ Are you out of your mind? “ Nair said. “hey it’s a bet. Loser’s pay at Nescafe” I said…

This is the way we go to class, go to class, go to class, this is the way we go to class so early in the…. Um… afternoon 😀

Fudd let us in at 10:30AM with a reminder that we weren’t there to watch a football match. Duh! I’d take my seat half an hour before the preview show if it were a football match! As proficient as the profs were at putting us to sleep, today was different, I was ROTFL!! Coz this was on the board.

Yes in bright white on a green board was written ASS ASS and BUTT JOINT!!! People who think I’m bluffing can check Ranjana’s notes to confirm or just ask her she’ll tell you the chapter, page, figure number and anything else you need to know. Besides it isn’t that improbable because according to the prof, ASS stands for Austenitic Stainless Steel. I don’t care I’m ROTFL.

Up next was negative (M.Hanumantha Rao I think, but well he’s got a black face, and white hair…photographic negative, you get the drift) And if you think we’re mean kids who just like to insult our profs with cruel nicknames, you are partially right. But it is more often than not necessary when you consider insanely, ridiculously long gult names!! Sample this… G.V.S Nageshwar Rao (I’m not expandin GVS coz I’ll exceed the character limit on this blog!) or GHSLV Prasad Rao. Sigh! And people think mallus have weird names! Oh wait, *scratches head* mallus do have weird names! I mean think of the greatest politician alive in Kerala who on forming a party on his own found it apt to name it Democratic Indira Congress (Kerala) or for short DICK!! Since he’s the leader, I guess we can call him DICKHEAD!! And the ridiculous obsession for the syllable JO is beyond me, I mean AJO , BIJO, CIJO, DIJO, EIJO, FIJO, GIJO, HIJO, IJO,JIJO, KIJO, LIJO, MIJO, NIJO, OIJO, PIJO, QIJO, RIJO, SIJO, TIJO, UIJO, VIJO, WIJO, XIJO, YIJO, ZIJO are all probable names of mallus you know! Oh and you can also mostly substitute JO with JI and get names of other mallus you know! And take for example Lousy! Yup Lousy is the name of a mallu gal! or how about Sissy? Man! why on earth are parents so cruel?? You think that is bad, well I just saved the best (or worst) for the last; this is the name of my friend’s friend who happens to be an unfortunate girl – Titty Thomas. No comments.

Enough meandering for a post I suppose, back to the topic ( if such a thing exists anymore on this post!). so well Negative walked in and promptly put us all to sleep, however only to awaken us with this “ My specimen is only 1cm long, so even if I quench it in oil, I cannot attain complete hardening!” ROTFLMAO!!! I could visualise next day’s newspaper headline “ Negative’s specimen trumps Fudd’s Butt!” This was the same prof who in last weeks lab class, checked my sketches and commented (I swear on my honour I’m quoting him verbatim) “ This is ok but next time, you ask the girls to show you their specimens, so that you can compare your specimen with theirs and understand the difference. If they say no, no we can’t show it to you, tell them I told you to ask and then they will show you their specimens”. No comments. And letters to the author seeking explanation or description of any kind of specimens will not be entertained 😉

By the time I stopped laughing the class ended and we got to know that the lab in the afternoon was cancelled. 10 Friends episodes, coffee at Nescafe (during which it was calculated that an engg student studies approximately 5 minutes, yes that’s right 5 minutes on an average a day! Priya Venkateshan said it perfectly -Engineering is a four year holiday!) , dinner at the dhaba and a coupla games of FIFA on LAN later, I joined Vibhu and Nair as they were trying to finish NFS Carbon which had arrived the day before. “dude don’t we have a lab end sem exam tomorrow? “ Nair asked… everyone was perplexed for a moment before Sarvesh came up with the inspirational winner “ One exam isn’t going to alter the course of my destiny! “

Onwards to Darius and the canyon duel!

“I’ve always thought there were two kinds of people, those who went screaming to their exams and those who went silently… then i met a third kind….”

Life as we know it… sigh!!

Well there I was, in Bangalore, and quite inevitably in a CCD outlet, waiting for a rendezvous with a very close friend. I had been a little early and I had enough time to wonder, what made these coffee outlets so popular in this city? I looked through the menu and my heart sank. Kaapi Nirvana – winner of the silver medal at the Barista coffee championships, coffee for a mere 72 bucks (plus VAT of course)! Some quick math told me that would add up to around 25 cups of coffee in the IISc tea board. That was a little far fetched wasn’t it? Yet I had seen at least 50 CCDs in Bangalore in 2 days and always full of people. I looked around and concluded 65% of the people were there because it looked ‘cool’, 15% came there to score with chicks, 15% because it was convenient to have a chat there, may be 5% because they wanted coffee.

I realized the easiest way to make money would be to start a chain of coffee shops in a big city, give it a “cool” name, get some good demographics, play a little music, charge people in Dollars (that made it look cooler), give names to coffee like kalapila (kalapila in Malayalam means a mixture of noises) n give it a caption like ‘a boisterous blend of exorbitant flavours bound to satiate the coffee connoisseur’ or call it photocoffee – “picture perfect coffee that will leave a lasting image in your mind”, (I don’t know about the mind, but I definitely know it will on your wallet!), Charge them $2 or 3 per coffee… aah I would be rich in no time. To take advantage of man’s need to be cool was so easy. Now I know why Al Pacino, who plays the devil, in “The Devil’s Advocate”, says “vanity is my favourite sin”.

Before the devil could possess me and my vanity, my friend came in and unwrapped a huge bundle of “sorry”s for being late. We ordered cappuccino and mousse au chocolate (oh yes, how could I forget that, some dishes would have Italian and French names, that added to the “cool” factor like nothing else). She told me about how the bus got stuck in a traffic jam and how the girl sitting next to her had told that she studied in “Queen Am’s “college. Upon further enquiry, she got to know that the name of the college was actually “Maharani Lakshmi Ammani College for women” but obviously that name was modified because it wasn’t cool enough. Oh boy I should start the coffee shop right in front of that college!!

It was definitely there, the need to be cool, or may be the appreciation of artificiality. It is a fact, being factitious is in vogue. It was unconscious mostly, but it was there undoubtedly. We have lost our appreciation of nature, of flowers, of rainbows. As The Camerlengo says in “Angels and Demons” ‘our sunsets have been reduced to wavelengths and frequencies’. Take for instance an incident that happened in my lab one day. Thara held up a beaker with the most beautiful looking crystal I had seen. I was awestruck. I went to take a closer look. “It’s beautiful isn’t it? And it’s only water!” I stood looking at it unable to say anything, for true beauty always silenced you. Lokesh, the senior I liked best in the lab because he was very down to earth, and very helpful, came there and said. “It’s an impurity”. I turned to look at him. “Yes” he carried on “Raoult’s law of depression in freezing point. The area around the impurity froze before the water did.” IMPURITY- that’s what it was… not something stupendously beautiful, not a miracle of nature; but an impurity – and that coming from the mildest man in the group.

Let me tell you a couple more examples. My mom had an orchid garden till a while ago. One day she cut out a flawless spike of orchids and placed them in a vase in the living room. A neighbour, who walked in, stared at it in awe and remarked. “It looks so beautiful, tell me really it’s artificial isn’t it?” The last time I went to a park and was looking at a truly beautiful horizon, I heard a kid ask his dad “Daddy doesn’t it look beautiful? It looks like a painting!” Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way round???? Not anymore I guess.

There is a shop right across our house, hardly 10 metres of road separating both. On all my shopping chores I always used to run to and from the shop ever since I was a kid. I do it even now. On my way to the coffee shop that day, in a moment of nostalgia, I had run along the pavement, with my arms outstretched, the breeze blowing in my face. A group of people down the road were staring at me and laughing at the unbelievably dumb thing this 19 year old imbecile was doing. I guess one no longer has that freedom to run like that without being laughed at, except of course if he has scored a goal in a world cup or taken a wicket in a cricket match. Only then you were allowed to be happy, only then you could show it openly. For what is there to be so happy about a simple sunny day? A picture flashed before my eyes, a scene from friends, where Rachel calls Phoebe a cross between Kermit the frog and the six million dollar man because she runs ‘weird’, and is ashamed to go running with her anymore. I think what Phoebe tells Rachel should be a lesson to all of us,

she says “That’s okay Rachel. I’m not judging you; that’s just who you are (uptight). Me. I’m more free y’know? I run like I did when I was a kid, cause that’s the only way it’s fun. Y’know, I mean didn’t you ever run so fast you thought your legs were gonna fall off? Y’know, like when you were like running towards the swings or running away from Satan? (Rachel looks confused) The neighbor’s dog. “

 

If we sit down and reflect a moment we’ll know it’s true. If we sit down again and think a little more, we’ll find out that we can never do it.

Our order arrived at this point. I was a little frustrated because after two days in IISc, I hadn’t really started working on my project – nanoparticles. But then I saw the plate and smiled… there lying right in front, on my plate was my first encounter with a nanoparticle AKA mousse au chocolate (its only 50 bucks plus VAT mind you)… “Did you know Aarti got a 1510 in GRE? “My friend asked me. “Whoa she must be one helluva gal” I blurted out. I had never really met or talked to her, but I said she must be good, that is how much the system had corrupted me, all of us perhaps. For we were no different than convicts in jail, all of us were mere numbers. Your board exam score in 10^th standard was your number for a while. Then it became your rank in the entrance exam, then it was your GPA in college, then your GRE score, and then later your salary – Your number the yardstick for how good you were.

I tried to put forward my preposterous theory to my friend. I asked her why we couldn’t be more relaxed and enjoy simple things in life. I remember quoting W.H. Davies too “what is life if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare? “. She looked at me for a while. “I thought you wanted to make it big in life.” “I do”, I said “Well then leave the philosophy to others. We are already behind the race the way I see it. We use too much of bad English, we are a little too complacent already, when you are some big chap in a big company, you can’t sit slouched like that. Your company will fire you the next instant.” She went on with reasons, earnestly, sincerely, she was trying to help me…for lack of anything better to do I picked up the mousse… nearly… “Dude I prefer eating it with my hand too, but somewhere down the line you’ll have to use a fork and knife, you might as well start now.” She smiled “Leave Howard Roark et all to the books “I picked up my fork and knife. And I smiled. I didn’t know what to make of it all… but I smiled…The mousse may well leave my wallet and my stomach empty, but it gave me food for thought…something to feed my starving blog.

long time!!

jus found this hilarious pic wen i was searchin for a disp pic.i’m a beckham fan but this was too funny. i cant find the same pic now, so i got the two separate ones n put em together. not as good as the one i saw ,but good enuf to elicit a laugh i spose..

The pic on the left is beckham’s shocker of a penalty miss against Turkey..n the cute guy on the right is beckhams first son brooklyn…

cheers ppl
keep smiling

Istanbul Revisited – Total deja vu

No I never went to Turkey, its just a modest attempt at trying to be a sports journalist. I wanted to become a presenter till i was made painfully aware of my “horrible mallu accent” 😦 so here goes nothin…
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The average football fan, who happened to miss the 125th FA Cup final between Liverpool and West Ham United wouldn’t be surprised if he was told that Liverpool were crowned champions. But the title of this post would be enough to tell him that he had missed a real classic. Who could forget that night in Istanbul about the same time last year when Liverpool won the finals of the champions’ league against AC Milan – A story that truly deserved the status of a fairy tale. For the ignorant, Liverpool beat a Milan side, who were leading by 3 goals to nil after 53 minutes. As described by the Milan manager 6 minutes of madness saw Liverpool draw level at the end of the hour mark, pulling back 3 goals. The game was pushed into extra time and subsequently into the dreaded penalty shootout were the Liverpool goal keeper Jerzy Dudek made himself a hero and Liverpool were crowned champions of Europe in the most extraordinary fashion.

No one would have ever dared to predict a close FA cup final this time around with the in form Liverpool expected to beat the Hammers by many goals. But as has been the case with Liverpool in recent cup finals, the truth is undoubtedly stranger than the wildest fiction. While the omens seemed to favour Liverpool that day in Istanbul, even Paulo Coelho’s Alchemist would have had a tough time deciphering the ones at The Millennium with fortunes swinging one way this moment and the other way the next. As Andrew Leci aptly summed it up at the end of 90 minutes “If you have just joined us on star sports, where on earth have you been!”
The atmosphere at the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff was nothing short of electric but the first 20 minutes of the match was rather uneventful. And then suddenly the game came alive with Ashton’s pass finding Lionel Scaloni, who had made a brilliant run on the right wing. The Argentine defender’s low driven cross was put into the back of the Liverpool net by Jamie Carragher rather unfortunately. West Ham were leading Liverpool by a goal!! Who would have predicted that at the end of 20 minutes?
An own goal in the finals of the FA cup is not something you want to remember for long, but it appeared Jamie would be haunted by it for a long time as seven minutes later Ashton found the back of the Liverpool net again as Etherington who twisted and turned efficiently to dodge three Liverpool defenders and got a shot on target. It had no real power on it but Reina fumbled giving Ashton, whose predatorial instincts showed, the simple job of stabbing the ball into the net with his right foot. Two Liverpool players wishing they were dead now, the hammers were ahead by 2-0 and most betters were pulling their hair out.

Was that to be Liverpool’s wake up call? It certainly seemed so although the luck seemed to be going against them. As a fabulous ball from the midfield found Peter Crouch, who finished efficiently, but the linesman played party pooper. The captain Steven Gerrard seemed to be in inspired form, playing in the middle of midfield rather than on the right, and it was his lovely, measured ball that put Liverpool back in the game. Djibril Cisse who may have a funny hairstyle and weird shoes ( He was wearing a red shoe on one leg and a silver one on the other, and a pair of fluorescent yellow shoes in the second half!) showed why he is indeed a great footballer. A perfectly timed low struck volley gave Shaka Hislop no chance. Liverpool were back in it now, 2-1 the score. That’s how it finished at the end of the first half with the hammers still overjoyed.

West ham continued to play positive football after the break and had quite a few close chances. But when west ham captain Reo-Coker fouled Riise in the 52nd minute, Liverpool pushed many forward and a cross from Alonso, who was deemed fit to play in the morning, was headed back in to the centre of the penalty box by Sami Hyypia. The ball bounced well for Steven Gerrard who was in acres of space inside the box and the result as usual was a goal for Liverpool, the hammers’ goal keeper was nowhere close to the England international’s scorching shot. 2-2 the score, Liverpool back level.

The drama wouldn’t end there as 10 minutes later, Paul Konchesky was on the left wing for west ham and his intended cross sailed into the top right corner of the Liverpool goal, Reina the culprit again – totally misjudging the ball. The hammers were back in front and seemed well on their way to victory until the 90th minute, when a sporting west ham player put the ball out close to his goal as Cisse had gone down with what appeared to be a hamstring strain. Both managers had used their quota of subs and Cisse had no choice but to carry on.

The subsequent throw in for Liverpool was taken and the ball was given back to west ham in fairplay. The west ham defender’s clearance was met with a header by Danny Gabbidson. The announcer in the stadium was midway through “There will be a minimum of four minutes….” When Gabbidsons header fell at Gerrard’s feet. Cometh the hour, Cometh the man they say. And Gerrard did just that. The Liverpool captain’s screaming shot from 30 yards out went through a crowd of players and into the bottom left corner of the west ham goal.

The game would go into extra time with players undoubtedly tired from 90 minutes of scintillating football played at an unbelievable pace. Cisse seemed to be in agony , Marlon Harewood twisted his left ankle but carried on bravely. The first period of the extra time was uneventful with the best chances falling to Riise and Hyypia both shots sailed wide off the mark. Then in the 118th minute, west ham had a great chance with a free kick as Bobby Zamora was brought down on the left wing. The free kick was taken and who was to be at the end of it but west ham’s captian Reo-Coker -A great header that seemed destined for goal until Reina decided it was time to turn from blunder boy to wonder boy, His slight touch deflecting the ball on to the post. The clearance from Hyypia was only as far as an injured Harewood in the penalty box but his shot was off target. Two missed chances foe the hammers in virtually the last minute.

The game moved into the dreaded penalty shootout with Reina emerging the hero for Liverpool- Pulling three fine saves- A cruel way to end a final that both teams deserved to win. But as the saying goes “That’s the way the ball bounces”. Liverpool were champions again. The Man of the Match, undoubtedly, Steven Gerrard.

HE

Prologue: I wrote this for a creative writing contest…the specifications 400-500 words…should contain the words bird flu, Narain Karthikeyan, rang de basanti, should end with like they say “An eye for an eye”
The character in the story is poorly …um purely fictional… it SUX but its my first attempt at fiction
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He lives in a strange world, far away from the one he had once known. It was beautiful then… each word uttered was meaningful. Gone are those days when “good morning” came from the heart and was supplemented with a lovely smile. Now they were but two miserable words which lacked emotion, like a portrait by a chained artist. The emotion wants to break free but the creator is weak, for he is in chains, the same chains he once put on himself. He didn’t know it back then ofcourse. He was but innocent, oblivious to the consequences. One single mistake was all it took, and he never got a second chance to change it. It was the greed that did him in. He was young and careless. He chose to erect tall walls, all he needed then was a fortress to protect his treasure. Little did he know that the walls would block the magnificient horizon beyond. Or was he aware? Either way he didn’t care back then.

A vision from the good old days came to his mind in a fleeting invocation of memory. An “18 till i die!!” T-shirt adorned his body. He was at his friend’s house. They were going to watch a movie that fay. He still remembered the name. How could he
not? for it was a massive hit – ‘Rang de basanti’… “Dude what’s with the Narain Karthikeyan poster? He’s such a loser!” “OH cmon he should actually be the F1 champion… he finishes his races before the others are even half way through!” “Dude he retires!!” “oh Po-tah-toes po-tey-toes” “what a PJ!” he laughed nonetheless. The movie was one which he enjoyed. “I’ll be like them someday..I’ll change the world” he told his friends over dinner.No one disagreed, he was talented. “The chicken is heavenly” he said. “yeah, with bird flu around, it might just take you to heaven” “It’s worth dying for dude!!” more laughter. small things used to make him happyHe smiled a lot back then. He was contented. It was then that he met his nemesis – money. Money chain was the first step.(He would realise only later how apt the name was). He made a lot of money. The fact that it was his fellow being’s tears that filled his pocket didn’t seem to bother him one bit. He moved on to other businesses, mostly unethical and illegal. He was on a permanent high and no sky coul limit him. With the money came the vices as well smoke, booze, dope, gals , he had them all, all over the world. The only thing he lost was himself – his smile, his charm and the knowledge that happiness comes from sharing. He no longer slept, he was restless, the more he amassed, the more he wanted…

He sits in front of a mirror, looking at a disheveled, shrunk, ghostly image ofa man. He lifted his hands, they were bloody. He looked down and saw the body he had slain, his own flesh and blood – his own brother. He had become a murderer!!! His face
was expressionless and then from somewhere he heard his brother’s voice “Why?? Why are you doing this??” the sound caused the avalanche… and he cried…cried like a child. After a long time he finally felt human again. In the distance he heard a church bell chime… he saw his mother and himself, a little kid… his mother whispered into his ears…”how much ever you have sinned, however broken you are, look up to God and he will forgive you and take you up n his arms” As his whole life
flashed before him he decided… even if God forgave him , he could never forgive himself. He felt weak and as the knife cut through his flesh he enjoyed the pain. He laughed like a madman… Jungle justice, which once seemed silly to him, was
all he could see…like they say “An eye for an eye”

RAILWoeS – 1

To my Bro, Aunt Ann (My Mom’s cousin who I met on orkut!!) and all those people who missed my blogs!! I never knew people cared… until I ran into stuff like this…
What happened I don’t see anymore blogs from you?
Is it because
a.) Life is boring (No it’s not for Noty)
b.) Not enough time due to studies (Nah!)
c.) That Frankenstein really scared you (possible)
d.) Will come back with a vengeance (Yeah that’s the spirit!)
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Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn… I finally woke up after Mom had broken her previous record for the maximum number of efforts to wake me…hanging on to the bed when mom tries to push me off had been my favourite hobby lately. While most of my college mates were headbanging freaks, I was a bedhanging freak!! I was still just stretching when Mom shouted “Breakfast is ready, come fast Dad and I have been waiting for a long time” ‘‘Is it OK if I don’t brush my teeth Mom??”… Intermingled with indeterminate gibberish I made out the words ‘GO BRUSH FAST!! ’

Somewhere in my mouth I could still taste the delicious New Year cake and dinner from last night… It was January 02 2006, I was all set to get back to NITW after one month of parole… It was a reminder that chicks and chicken still live on the planet! I was going back by train as usual, the tickets were not available which meant Dad would have to ask some contact of his to release the emergency quota… that was normal I had done it once… but as luck would have it, wanting to please his boss, Dad’s driver insisted he would get it done using one of his contacts. I had been apprehensive about the whole thing from the very beginning, not only was my ticket at stake but Naveen’s too, but Dad’s reassurances finally led me to believe it could be done.

I picked up the phone to check the ticket status. You know they aren’t kidding when they say the impossible doesn’t exist… With the tastiest breakfast in the world inside me, my stomach felt uneasy!! “DAAAAAAAAD!!!!! THE EQ HASN’T BEEN RELEASED YET!!!!!” Yes it was true the ticket status said waiting list 88 and 89. I think he said something like “Check again it must be some mistake” I wasn’t listening… Dad picked up the phone and I went into a reverie…

Less than a year ago a Pongal mass bunk a couple of crazy friends and an impulsive decision had left me with a permanent fear of general compartments of trains. Well that is what you would call a cock and bull story… um wait no that is not what you call a cock and bull story… Aaaaaaaaargh!!! Whoever said English was a potent language?? What do you call a true incident which involves a cock and a bull?? Well that’s what it was… To cut a long story short the four and a half hours from Warangal to Vijayawada in the LUGGAGE COMPARTMENT (there was no place in the general compartment) was the most comfortable part of the journey to Chennai. I mean look at all the benefits… I actually got to sit and found that I should always thank God that I was well off unlike my fellow passengers who could afford only one bath a year and a farmer’s cock, um may be I should say rooster (sigh! We live in a bad bad world!!), gave my jeans a trendy cut make that cuts and the bull in the corner of the luggage compartment smiled at me all along telling me that the world was trouble free… Forgive me for not telling you what happened after that… I pulled out of the reverie at that point I really wanted the chicken from the breakfast to stay where it was…

I looked at Dad and I knew… my fears had come true… Dad said “May be they update it only at the station” “I sure hope so Dad!!”… We proceeded to the station with Mom after I bid farewell to Nibbles III (That’s the pillow I hug… Hey what is that expression for?? Pillows are fluffy!! If you are wondering why Nibbles “III”… well Nibbles lost his viscera…Nibbles II was kidnapped by Mom…) Frantic checking of the list on the train didn’t lift my spirits one bit… all I found out was Mallu parents had some obsession with the syllable JO…may be they had some tie up with the stork… I mean Jijo, Jojo, Majo, Rijo, Bijo, Lijo, Sijo, Ajo, Tijo, Fijo and a lot more JOs passed by but no sign of my name!!

Options were analyzed, TTEs were met, decisions were made. The TTE said I would get a berth till Gudur (the train was supposed to reach there at 3:00 AM). Going by Indian train standards I hoped that could be stretched to 5:00. The most awesome thing about Ernakulam Town railway station is that it is quite short. The place where Mom was standing with my heavy bag and where Dad was with the TTE is separated by just around 150 meters. The train was scheduled to leave in two minutes. If those Guinness book people were around you are looking at a record holder. But they weren’t so I have to write to tell you people! Obstacles were many of course- a bag packed with Mom’s love, untied shoe laces, lots of passengers, but in the end I made it with time to spare.

As I got in Dad and the TTE were putting the finishing touches on their deal. Dad whispered “Don’t pay him more than 100 per person”. He got down and I waved. Lines from a speech I had made not more than a month ago came rushing to my mind in a fleeting reinvocation of memory. It was about the citizen’s role in fighting corruption. My own words echoed in my ear as I turned to the TTE with my wallet “The cancer of corruption has been given enough radiations over the years by simple people like you and I, who stood up, fought it and contained it so that today we at least exist here to think about it……. If each man cleans up his own yard the rest of the world will take care of itself” “How much sir?” I asked “200”…

GReaT NEW YEAR

This is a poem i worte in my 12th ……. hope all of u hv a GRT NEW YEAR

Gone by has yet another year

Leaving behind memories here

Love laughter and a lot of cheers

and in between some tears

Ribbon – tied and gift wrapped

Until now life has been

Never any threat of getting trapped

The path was paved and clean

The time has come now for us to choose

We are at the dreaded crossroads

No more time to rest or snooze

Or get weighed down by the gross loads

Never should you choose with haste

Coz once is all you’ll get

Remember to follow your taste

Then you won’t ever regret

Entrenched you are in my heart

as deep as deep can be

may fate never tear us apart…..

you are special to me

Why?? coz when a friend like you, really rare

stands along by my side

life is without a single care

it’s a merry and joyful ride

Year 2006 unfolds

with a bit of gloom and gleam

and all the air a stillness holds

with the promise of many an unfinished dream

Everything lovely and nice

is wished to you this year

may it be filled with fun and spice

and joy with near and dear

All good things should come to an end

but our friendship – never my friend

etched in my mind will be you

always as fresh as morning dew

Rejoice celebrate and enjoy

Live your life full of zest

May you cry out “my shore ahoy”

I wish you all the best

READERS can’t DIGEST!!

tonysebastianmccool: hey u got a min?
sreejith_3885: may b y?
tonysebastianmccool: um I jus updated my blog
sreejith_3885: so u wan me to read it?
tonysebastianmccool: well if it wudn b too much truble 😀
sreejith_3885: oh ok stop beggin n gimme the link
tonysebastianmccool: http://notytony.blogspot.com

Yeah! So I had succeeded in leading the sucker to my blog. It is very difficult for a blogger to survive without feedback n comments (at least for me that is!) and even more so if you are in NITW. Well Sreejith is this senior of mine who never hesitates to read stuff and let you know exactly what he thinks of it, you know the types who never mince their words…. FRANKenstein I like to call him… yup the truth can be a monster!

So anyway the post referred to above is the one directly below this…for once I had decided – may be I’ll try to be a lil “funny”… considering the fact that it had taken me very lil time to write it, I loved it. And at the end of the process u cud say I was beaming… I know for sure bcoz the power failed and my grinning teeth was the star light that led my wise mom to me (well just a lil xmas hang over…hope u get the drift). Well where were we…. Yeah so sreejith was reading the post at the moment and I honestly couldn’t wait for a nice compliment….but like I said FRANKenstein might think other wise so u cud say I was a lil anxious

3 bitten off nails and 6 LOLs later

sreejith_3885: crap!
tonysebastianmccool: huh wat? Wat r u talking abt? (optimism never dies!!)
sreejith_3885: ur post on the blog u ass…its totally crappy…u start of with something n go on to totally unrelated things…

To say I was shocked would be the best nominee for the understatement of the year so far… n with just 3 days left in the year it would be a firm favourite with the bookies!! I nearly fell off my chair n I could hear my heart thud (no wait that was just the noisy kid upstairs with his drum)… but surely my knees went weak and the table was subjected to a huge horizontal force (or was it vertical?? oh who cares!!)

tonysebastianmccool: waddaya mean?? (Here I pasted a few sentences that I thought had connected everything)
sreejith_3885: oh but I hardly noticed it… jus gave it a quick read
tonysebastianmccool: oh ok but u stil think its crappy?
sreejith_3885: yup very much

I wanted to ask him “u aint pullin ma leg r ya?” but I knew the reply would b something similar to what Aunt Dahlia would tell Bertie Wooster…. “I hv no intentions of coming anywhere close to that beastly leg of urs!!”. Hope you understand what I’m trying to put across… the affection he has for me is on similar terms with that of an Aunt n nephew…naa not really… I jus added that coz Sreejith is a bit muscular n I’m not and both of us will be in NITW when he is reading this …The pen may be mightier than the sword but the wise guy who made it forgot to mention the sword (or a muscular arm) can hurt pretty bad… Ouch! (experience is a good teacher alright!! )So if you happen to be in the vicinity of NITW next week feel free to walk into room no: 6-2-5 where you’ll probably find this “running” conversation “Hey y r u chasing me? I made u famous sree the world knows u now!!” “yeah I just wanna thank you…I wanna shake your throat!!”

Well the IM window had to be closed quickly I couldn’t stand anymore of this senseless thrashing…Shattered and defeated I managed a quick gtg n bye… I mean I had influenced a couple of ppl and made them start blogging…when they said the idea was something like “if tony can blog anyone can blog” I honestly thought they were kidding …. I sat down to read it again… it all seemed pretty well connected to me n I thought perhaps sree was the only person who would think so… but then came “SPITFIRE” Reshmi Nair and a great fan of my writing skills(don’t ask me why… I hear she is blind…sshhhh!!) and close friend Srav…Their verdict was rather similar of corz they said it was funny all the same…You know girls have a way of sugar coating things….its like a sumptuous feast before the execution…. Well three ppl couldn’t lie at the same time unless there was some conspiracy going on. I don’t think I am that significant to be conspired against, so may be there was something in what they said…

So I re-read it…still I didn’t want to accept I had failed… if their point was that the message was unclear, wasn’t that a bit unfair…. I mean some writings are just meant to be funny P.G Wodehouse for example and others are meant to carry messages… when you try to combine the two, what you get is probably something like Chetan Bhagat’s one night @ the call centre…. I believe his mistake was in combining the two… so being blessed with ahem superior intellect and better analytical faculty I had decided it would just be a funny piece… may be I was wrong and this piece is perhaps another experiment…

So what ensures a successful piece of writing?? Honestly I have no idea…enlighten me wise ppl…oh that’s new!! I never knew my blog profile had a random question…. Curious? Well it reads “If your hand had been turned into a rubber stamp what would it say?” awesome! Even blogspot wants me to stop writing…hmmm I guess the stamp would say “keep smiling n stay happy coz I cant write anymore!” but I ain’t quitting until my hand becomes a rubber stamp 😛

PS: Don’t hesitate to be frank with your comments… I like ‘em that way and sree no abusive words allowed on my blog 😛 …so feel free to be frank and point out my flaws… I hope I haven’t made the same mistake again

“Never make the same mistake twice…. There are so many new ones to make!!!”

Keep smiling… cheerio 😀

18 till I die!!

“What? You mean you actually bought that book for 80 bucks???” Dad asked and somehow his voice didn’t sound calm. “Um, yeah Dad. Why?” I asked rather defensively. It was the first ever fiction book I had bought in my life… a copy of Chetan Bhagat’s latest book – one night @ the call centre. “How could you spend so much cash on a useless book? You would get that book for 20 bucks. You can spend cash but don’t waste it! “ he said dismissively. 20 bucks??? Dad the book wasn’t written by me!! I had been so happy with buying this book for 80 bucks (the actual MRP is 95) especially when a friend of mine said 300 pages of Chetan Bhagat’s latest is a steal.. Besides everything cost so much these days. For example a Warangal’s pathetic excuse for a chicken burger (if the guy who made the first chicken burger saw it he would commit suicide!) which had been a daily expense cost 15 bucks. Or think about this – after buying the book I actually paid 40 bucks (well 100 if you add the pizza and the soft drink thankfully I don’t have a girl friend so yeah just 100 you could say) to watch 3 hours of tripe (Neal and Nikki for the ignorant)…now THAT was a waste of cash… I mean the whole movie is so horrible and to cap it all they don’t even know how to smooch properly! But I don’t think Dad was in any mood for evaluating the pros and cons of the Warangal chicken burger or how bad the smooching in Neal and Nikki is …“Alright Dad, I’m sorry” I said in the sweetest possible tone and relocated myself to more favourable coordinates. I felt it was a great buy… The reason I bought the book was two fold. One – I had read Chetan Bhagat’s first book ‘Five Point Someone’ and somehow got an idea that I was a bit like the author myself (well at least my GPA was! ) and two – I had never bought a book before and I thought as a lover of the skill of writing, it was about time I paid my tributes.

Anyway back to the point… its not like my Dad is a monster or anything on the contrary he is a pretty cool guy (except for the times his ideas strike me as weird!). I guess it’s just the generation gap or something… I mean come to think of it most people are affected by the same syndrome. Just yesterday two of my Dad’s colleagues were discussing some article written by another colleague in their newsletter. They were talking about it as if it was worse than this very blog (I know its tough but try and imagine the magnitude!!). Just then a third person walked into the room “Aah Mr.Radhakrishnan we were just discussing your article…Excellent I must say” said one of the two “yeah solid points presented in a crisp manner” the other agreed. Boy!! I walked out of the room only some fresh air could help at this juncture. Just two minutes back they were unanimously degrading the article as the worst piece of crap ever written and now… This level of double standards and spite cannot be achieved even if the contents of gossip@NITW were magnified a 1000 times!!!!

Sunday morning came and so did a mass at my hometown church in a long time. Mom and I were walking back with a neighbour (Dad and the other lady’s husband went somewhere). I was totally bored and was scanning the vicinity for chicks (only because I am fascinated by the “why did the chicken cross the road?” question and I feel the way to get to the bottom of the mystery is by watching chicks…after all they say catch ‘em young 😉 ) But 8 Am in the city of Cochin is the wrong place at the wrong time! So I had to listen to the mindless gossip that was shared and the topic inevitably shifted to marriages of relatives. I had had my share of pondering the wisdom of arranged marriages. It was totally weird that these people actually got married to total strangers! But I have recently come to the conclusion that it is actually good because even I will end up with a gal!! Well anyway our neighbour was saying ‘yeah the girl is the calm type you have seen her right?’ ‘yeah she’s beautiful’ mom agreed. ‘how about the groom?’ ‘He is quite good. Has a good job…and he is well settled. But we are not sure whether we should fix it yet’ ‘oh is that so? Why?’ Mom enquired ‘well he has got slightly thick lips’. ‘WHAT?’ Mom exclaimed… yeah way to go mom! Tell her there are more important things than thick lips. Man how shallow could people get!! What was the big deal with thick lips? I even thought they were sexy…at least Angelina Jolie is. oooooooh!! Oops sorry people just got carried away… anyways at least my Mom wasn’t that shallow…she was about to give our neighbour a piece of her mind ‘WHAT??’ mom repeated ‘how can you even think about a marriage if the groom has thick lips??’ she added. ‘HUH??’ the word escaped my mouth involuntarily mom looked at me….’thick lips? Eeeew yuck!!!’ I said. I must stop here because I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and a voice which tells me I might just stay a bachelor for life!! But you get the point of this article right? Generation gap and all that sort of rot…carry on people but I must sit down for a few moments and lament (sob sob!)… Oh before you go…I must make you laugh at least once…

“Middle age is when your broad mind and narrow waist line exchange their places”-unknown

Bye people, rock on!!

If u can’t beat em join em??

I was on my way to the mess yesterday evening… a walk which is not exactly cherished…and each time I go in there the only thought is how appropriate its name is… but like someone said “An army marches on its stomach” I don’t have much of a stomach now and everyone keeps reminding me how thin I am and stuff and I certainly didn’t want to face Mom’s wrath over the phone.. so anyways the point is I hate mess food but I went in all the same. one quick look at my work (a poster I had made earlier that day for the Literary And Debating club about its scrabble competition) would put me in a cheerful mood…. I was quite sure about that…. But it was not meant to be… For lying down on the floor intentionally torn off by someone was my precious poster!!! Alright it took me just one FRF lecture, in which I was anyway looking for something to do, to make it and a little more time to go around putting them up in various messes. But I was totally enraged by the prePOSTERous action if you will…”No problem” I thought and stuck it with some glue I retrieved from my room….

I won’t exactly say mess provides food for thought, but there was no one around to talk to and thoughts were always a good way of taking my mind off the sorry excuse for food in front of me… I started wondering… why would anyone tear my poster off the wall?? Hmmm perhaps the answer to that was rather obvious.. The sad sicko did it simply because he didn’t make it!!

Thinking from a neutral perspective my analytical mind considered… Would I care to glance at or think twice about a poster made by someone else?? There was only one possible answer not really… I would never even think of the effort the guy took to put it up there!! Although I wouldn’t tear it off I wouldn’t appereciate it either…. is that the basic law of nature?? Is man so selfish? It is plainly evident, though some people would like to think differently, that each person wishes the world revolved around him… Each person wishes he would be appereciated…. but do we actually appereciate another person… or would we even pay attentio to others?? I could say yes but then it might take some effort.. coz right at this very moment I’m actually writing this in class where the prof is shouting out loud something which I don’t bother to listen to… It is ofcourse really boring and something that won’t help me in life beyond this sem. But what if I were the prof??? I don’t think it wud be any fun to know that one of my students was not paying the slightest of attention.

When I was in school I had many oppotunities to make speeches. Although it was almost always something written by my Dad which I learned by-heart and presented with an artificial accent, it was a wonderful feeling to be appereciated by the teachers and my friends, with what i hope were sincere compliments… But have I ever listened to a chief guest’s speech at any function?? Yes, but again a difficult one… not unless he was very interesting… Was I ever justified in thinking that people would listen to me? No should be the logical answer…

Iam talking about all this but how can I expect anyone to be reading this word? I do read other people’s blogs… but is that because they are wise enough to keep a blog article to around 500 words?? Are you wondering how many words you have read so far??This is the 600th word!!!
Back to where we were… I’m actually just back from the mess again and yes… again my poster has been mercilessly torn off and no piece of my proud creation exists near by… I guess there is nothing I can do except pehaps a Mark Antony- “Mischief thou art afoot take what course thou wilt”… so may be I ahould get used to the world with selfish and hypocrtic people who make unsincere comments and do not regard another man’s feelings.. I don’t exactly know what Shakespeare meant when he said ‘All the world’s a stage and all people mere players” (I don’t remember the rest of it) But if he is referring to the large scale puppet show that goes on, I guess Iam fully with him.. but then Do I join em if I can’t beat em???oh wait am I not already with them??

GOD – The simple obvious answer!!

Two weeks ago, I was in Hyderabad with an old schoolmate of mine. Among the fun and frolic , glitz and glamour, dust and din , a moment to talk was rather hard to come by…. When it finally did , we found ourselves talking about the good ol’ days , the wonderful memories were sweet and painful…Two years ago, even JK Rowling couldn’t have imagined this rendezvous. Vinu was now working with HSBC in Hyderabad and I was doing my Btech in Metallurgical and Materials Engg (MME) from NIT Warangal. Then he asked me a question which was perhaps played in my mind 10 times a day… He asked me “You had the best engg colleges in Cochin welcoming you with open arms, with branches of your choice…. You had a definite aptitude for maths and coding at school…. Now you are doin MME in NITW and your mom and dad are alone at home…WHY NITW??” I merely smiled weakly and shrugged.

But this question, perhaps the most important one in my life so far , must have a better answer than a smile and a shrug….surely!! I who swore a million times in Std XII that I would never again in my life touch anything even remotely related to chemistry, ended up choosing MME at NITW – a subject which I am least interested in , with almost nil job prospects and a million other downsides to it…. It set me thinking…. The WHY was an unanswerable question…. or was it?? The events that led to my ending up at NITW (refer an adventurous admission) could definitely not have been a mere string of coincidences! The answer was simple… and obvious… how could I have ever missed it?? It was all part of GOD’s plan for me…. A quiet moment of recollection and reflection was all it took for me to find that simple and elementary answer – GOD
The “quiet moment” referred to above presented itself on the train journey back to Warangal and it gave me enough time to think back further…. How I had changed from a prize winning kid in catechism to an altar boy……and now surprisingly a mediocre man with not enough faith… the past definitely was better…there weren’t many uncertainties…I just trusted fully and was happy and contented….but now….. It is amazing how this transition is one which affects most people as life progresses…. As one is more “enlightened” he thinks it is fashionable to think that God could never exist….

But isn’t that the greatest ever irony?? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?? For how could one possibly miss God’s hands in love and life, in the dead and decayed, in every single moment of one’s existence?? Men and women, who stare in amazement at man’s wonderful creations and gape in awe, people like us, ‘enlightened minds’ who continue to be surprised and delighted at the latest scientific discoveries…who scream with joy and admiration at how something as small as a nanometre could do so many great things and praise man’s superior intellect find it difficult to accept and understand (or perhaps are too ashamed to admit there exists) a much greater power than himself… Is it so difficult for us to imagine a greater power which designed the whole universe, the planets, the sun, the stars, the living beings, the oceans, the landscapes AND the human intellect? That would definitely be the greatest ever irony!! If the reasoning is that such a power – a God is beyond our reasoning and understanding; wouldn’t that very reasoning be the answer to the question?? THE POWER – GOD IS TOO GREAT TO BE CONTAINED IN OUR MERE BRAINS AND THAT IS PRECISELY WHY HE IS GOD!!!

Who is the enlightened man…. One who thinks the greatest entity is the human brain which can reason and analyse and create wonderful things but can be destroyed by a mere bullet (or much lesser) or the one who believes in the creator of nature, a power beyond destruction, a righteous and ever loving father who guides us along and plots and plans our paths, who is there at every step of life to advice you, warn you and wrap you in his arms , hold you tight and say I love you?? The answer is simple and obvious…..but wait …am I getting a bit too romantic here?? No definitely not… if you would take a moment, a break from the mad rat race and listen to your heart, this voice cannot be missed!!

As kids, we all believed in Santa Claus – a fat man, in a red dress, with a white beard who gave everyone Christmas presents. The bliss we enjoyed was tremendous…. But soon we realised that Santa was not real…. There was no fatherly person who gave us presents and let us sit on his lap and listened to us… It was just a story…. Or was it??? The same Santa who brought us so much cheer in our childhood, who would physically let us sit on his lap and fondle us, who would whisper in our ears loving words of hope and wisdom exists as we grow up as well, but as we grow up so does Santa…. He is no longer physically present but still very much there in our hearts when we need him. He does not just come for Christmas, he is there always. The eternal Santa Claus – GOD our loving father who gives us all presents at every instant of our precious lives!! We would still enjoy the wonderful bliss, if only we were ready to accept it.

And when we do accept it, when we trust in the greatest ever power, when we have enough faith, life suddenly seems more meaningful, everything falls in place, all WHYs seem to vanish forever an instils us with courage, vigour, peace, love and hope….and like David – The Psalmist we would shout out loud “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want”.

LOVE – Loss Of Valuable Energy??

Two days ago I had a rather interesting discussion with an old friend of mine – a sensible female and just for the record I belong to the group of people who think that that class is a rarity).The crux of our chat was about love, its various manifestations and how different people think differently about love. Ofcourse love here is synonymous only with attraction of the opposite sexes and does not conside filial and sympathetic affections.My friend was telling me how she believed in the so called ‘true love’ concept, that it was the most divine feeling ever – a state so wonderful that it could not be defined.Love aroused the poet in a person, made everything look rosier, made you chirpier , happier and the mere sight of the object of your admiration took you to cloud 999…Love was so beautiful, so lovely , so addictive!!when in love you don’t care about food or work or play..you are content & replete with joy.
But then pops up the simple question – don’t drugs do the same thing?I have never tried it myself and never want to either and Iam sure most of my readers would agree that it is a monstrous curse to mankind. Why do we feel very differently about two things which function exactly in the same way??Drugs give you lovely dreams,it holds you with your magical powers and in the end leaves you crippled!!
I can hear millions of lovers all over the world screaming “BLASPHEMY!!!!” and would say that even thinking what i said is abominable. Iam no grinch but what i said just now was totally based on my personal experiences which have been disastrous to say the least.I loved truly and i know it. It was definitely not a mere crush.She was not the prettiest but i have to say she was special and extra nice.I was infatuated for a good two years before i had the courage to tell her..I admit I acted like a total loser but I still maintain she had no reason to turn me down…but love doesn’t listen to reason..how else could anyone explain the fact that I started writing weird stuff and my mind was fully occupied by her and Iwould give up anything to see her??And believe me the turn down was awful!!It led to an inevitable crash and burn and it took me an eternity to recover and I swore to myself – I’d never fall in love again.
But as things would turn out, here I was discussing with ‘her’ best friend about love..and how guys are always more into physical stuff and don’t consider relations seriously..I know she is right I tell myself half the time I want a girlfriend.The major chunk of this could be attributed to the new insanely desperate campus where the female sex is an endangered species and the pretty ones are nearly extinct.What i wanted now was a short fling, zero commitment , total fun!
But isn’t that the most unethical and hideous thought ever? The romantic in me gives me an emphatic yes. It is against my beliefs and character. The world that I think I want is one where mirror shattering material like me would never have even a semblance of a chance.
It is obvious that I’m confused because I was, and still am, distraught because a guy I know, whose hate club would break all membership records, has a girlfriend -the only reason I can think of is that he looks good (the reader may be tricked into believing that I’m being biased and jealous here, but I’m sure the hundreds of members of the above mentioned clandestine club woul be equally vociferous in echoing my sentiments!). I,who clapped and cheered like a kid when i watched the climax of shrek (where princess Fiona changes into an ogre)could definitely not be sane if I’m talking of flings!The same I who knows very well that I can never be a flirt in real life and that I’m always sincere and committed to relations cannot be serious.Wouldn’t my conscience rise up against me and slap me in the face??It most definitely would.
A fling is but the easy alternative a person chooses when he wants the fringe benefits only and not the responsibilities.It is real selfish and a SIN. Isn’t that why it is so attractive??May be i just went slightly off track here because this definitely doesn’t constitute love!
But why does love still captivate me?Why do i secretly wish I would fall in love though I know the path is not laden just with roses but huge thorns as well?? It is definitely not an integral part of live at this point in time…I know my parents want to and will choose my life partner… I look at my parents and see the happiest couple I’ve ever known and they definitely weren’t in love until their parents arranged their marriage.But the magic of love still remains the most wonderful feeling etched in my heart..i still would say true love is no mere dream..it might just take some people longer to find it.
The reasoning voice will always say love is a waste of time,money and resources…the romantic one will say it makes life beautiful…
A wondrous garden??A bottle of wine??A necessary evil??A hidden trap?
The arguement will continue and I would agree that love makes the world go round!!!

Do nice guys finish at all??

I woke up this morning…yawn..a long boring day of classes awaited me…nothing like
a good bath to start things off i thought.so i grabbed my stuff and went to the set of hostel
bathrooms.As luck would have it every single one of them was occupied.Atleast i was first in
queue.I waited a good 10 minutes before a bathroom door finally opened..and then out of nowhere a guy just popped up and went in “hey I was first in line!!” I said..”please man I’ve got class at 8 u know how Profs. are in ECE please can’t you go in after me??” I hated this!!I just couldn’t say no!!Another 10 minutes later I was still waiting there and realised i couldn’t make the first hour if I didn’t get dressed soon.No bath, no breakfast but atleast I was attending the first hour after a loooong time.I got dressed and waited for my roomie to finish..we got out of the block together.A long walk lay before us at the end of which we would be attending the most
boring lectures ever.Vinu, one of my statemates passed by on a cycle “hey Tony, u want a lift?”
he asked.I said no ofcourse because i didn’t want to desert my roomie.Although two days back he behaved very differently in a similar situation with a reversal of roles.But the nice guy in me
wouldn’t let me do that.Atleast i had set an example.. I was proud of myself. Just then my roomie said “hey Vinu, I want a lift.” Oh boy!This was just great!!No bath,no breakfast and I was stranded in the middle of nowhere!!But atleast i was still a nice guy!That counted for something or did it??
Two days back when another classmate of mine was late for a lab i waited for him on his request and both of us were promptly kicked out of the lab for being five minutes late!!The day before that my junior,who was on stage in a competition, pointed a finger and called me a monkey in front of a 350 strong crowd!!!It was all in light humour ofcourse but that was not the way a junior was supposed to behave in RP(read ragging period).My batchmates and seniors wanted to ‘handle’ him.Again the nice guy in me came to the fore and stopped them. ‘A mere verbal caution would be enough’ I assured them.My seniors told me i was crazy..my roomie and classmates made fun of me for days together but i really didn’t care.And now walking the road to class that never seemed to end, all these came to my mind in a fleeting reinvocation of memory..
I reached class and found to my delight that the prof was not there..the first hour had been cancelled!!It was a bright day after all!!I could have my breakfast now.I carefully made my way to the mess determined to avoid the canteen at all costs.I was reminded of the previous night’s dinner when my friend actually made me pay his bill…ofcourse there were others around but probably not many suckers like me I guess!!The previous day a 100 rupee note from my wallet had transformed into tea and snacks for 20 ppl in the cafeteria!!I made my way back from the mess.’Mess’ is an ideal name.The food was horrible but i would live.On my way to the next class my roomie showed me ‘something’ in his bag that made me open my mouth wide..2 mins later when he checked his bag, ‘it’ was gone..he had let ‘it’ drop on the road!!!when we reached the lecture hall the girls were giggling at my roomie and me!!Ever the opportunist,he shouted out “Tony dropped ‘it'” and the tables had been turned!!I was the culprit now!!I was trying to prove my innocence and my roomie was ahouting even louder when the prof showed up and said “Tony, you shouldn’t shout in class blah blah blah…” just my luck my roomie did all the shouting and i get shouted at!!!The only relief was that i found out the girls were giggling for a completely different reason!!
May be it was time I shed the nice guy bit because it was most definitely not helping!!May be it was time i became ‘SMARTER’ like my roomie…more suitable to the real world.May be that was the right way..perhaps i should start putting down my foot firmly…what’s the use of being a nice guy anyway??People think you are dumb and worthless even when you know perfectly well what you are doing things that way because you choose to!!Why shouldn’t I retort when a drunk batchmate hits me hard on the back??Why should I do things to make him happy??Why should i walk with a friend to the ‘ciggi’ point when i absolutely detest smoking??Why should I walk back with my roomie all the way to the room from class and then walk back when I’d have saved 15 mins had I gone directly to the library.
I walked back to my room with these questions looming large…i was seriously
contemplating a complete change of character.But then i realised i had no reason to!!i was happy where i was. I knew people liked me…I knew being nice was no flaw at all…because u have to be
nice to people on the way up for you will meet them when you come down…because being meek is a sign of strength and if a smart guy thinks that a nice guy wont ever finish coz the nice guy just disappeared from the rear view mirror, i believe its because the nice guy has taken a short cut which will eventually put him ahead of the rest!!

AN ADVENTUROUS ADMISSION

AN ADVENTUROUS ADMISSION
-The truth is stranger than fiction!!!!

I woke up relatively early that morning. It can’t have been a rooster, I am quite sure there wasn’t one around, it can’t have been the alarm, I was so used to it that I went to sleep with the alarm on! It must have been the strange bed. I was in Bangalore with my family. My brother had been selected to Infosys and my parents and I were there to get him settled. We were staying with a family friend of ours. It was just a normal day with bright sunshine and lovely Bangalore climate. I don’t remember the headlines of that day’s paper but I am quite sure it must have been something like ‘Bush says war on terror will go on till there are no humans left on earth’ and ‘Kerala politicians vow to prevent development at any cost’ I am quite sure one wouldn’t find anything like ‘India wins test match abroad – 127 die of shock’. What I mean to say is it was just a normal day… there was nothing unusual on the cards.
I was used to waking up late lately so waking up at 8 was a surprise. The last three months were good…no studies, and lots of fun with friends and cousins, the entrance and board exam results were better than I expected… but then had come the disappointment of the NIT counselling – The NIT counselling was done and dusted and so was the ‘dropout admission’ process and classes had started about two weeks back…that meant I had kissed my NIT dreams goodbye – The SSB for the NDA was still a month away and the Kerala counselling, which was supposed to start on July 15 (that day was August 7), was still a long way away thanks to the inevitable strike by the student’s unions. There is Kerala for you…. ‘God’s own country…Devil’s own people!’
I went to the living room and everyone was up and about already. After the good morning exchanges and some coffee I just about got to the TV when dad looked up from the paper and said “Da, it says in the paper ‘those who have been admitted to NITs through dropout admission phase II have to report at the respective NITs by August 8’ (big deal, I thought, who wanted NIT anyway!) “did you check if you had something??” dad enquired “yeah that was over long ago right?” “no this is the second phase” dad insisted. Second phase??? I never knew about that… “no I didn’t” I said. We were away from home for five days visiting relatives I never knew existed and everyone wishing my brother good luck, so I hadn’t checked anything on the internet. “OK dad I’ll check now I said” but I knew it was futile my best waiting list position in the list of NITs I had given was NITW at 37 that was never going to change!! Or was it?? After I was done I said “dad we just lost Rs 5000/- (the counselling fee of 5000 would be refundable only if no seat had been available)” “what do you mean??” dad asked “I’ve got a seat in NITW” “so, we’ll go there.” “WHAT??” I couldn’t help exclaiming. That was ridiculous. “Dad, I don’t have any of my certificates, I have clothes for just four days, we have to register by 5:00 pm tomorrow and where the hell is Warangal??” Dad was his usual clairvoyant self. “Where are your certificates?” he enquired “In a file on the table in my room”….
Anybody who has seen my first year room in NITW is probably wondering how I could possibly get anything in order. For their benefit let’s just have a tiny flashback. Two weeks ago, my brother bought a folder to keep his certificates in order since he was joining Infosys shortly. The younger brother in me instantly came to the fore, “if he has one, I want one” I said. My wish was granted and after a week long scavenger hunt, I got everything in order. Now back to August 7

Dad picked up the phone and called our Hyderabadi tenant who informed that Warangal was some 3 hrs away from Hyderabad. Dad also told him about the certificates and requested him to get the file with the help of some neighbours (the partition that separated us from our tenants was a small door on the inside. After an hour dad called again and the neighbours were working on the door, a particularly stingy neighbour was now talking with dad “Sir we can’t get the door open” “well then break it, the certificates are more important” dad said. I didn’t hear what the neighbour said but it must have been something to the tunes of “break the door?? Are you sure?? Wood doesn’t grow on trees you know!!” “Never mind just get the certificates!!” dad said impatiently before hanging up.

Six hours and six hundred phone calls later (it does help if your dad works in the BSNL) my parents and I were on a bus to Hyderabad. My brother was staying with the family friends, the certificates were on their way via courier to our tenant’s father-in-law (a fax copy had already reached there), a phone call to my classmate of 10 years now in NITW had told me that clothes were no problem because full sleeve shirts and formal trousers were ‘fashionable’ for first year’s in NITW. Everything that could be done with a phone was done. But the uncertainties were far from over… we were sure to beat the 5 pm deadline but the courier would reach Hyderabad only on the 9th because 8th was a Sunday. All we could do was hope and pray that the office would not be particularly strict.

We reached Hyderabad early next morning and went to NITW with the fax. The benevolent sardarji at the office understood the situation (I’m not sure I understood it!!) and the admission formalities were completed.

On August 9th , my first day in NITW and incidentally my brother’s first day at Infosys, after my parents left ensuring I had all I needed and more I met my classmate of 10 years and my new batch mates. I went to his room and I was introduced to all of them. Then someone knocked on the door… a 6’ 6” giant, and two equally terrifying people came in… a rendezvous with seniors was not something I was particularly thrilled about, my only solace was the presence of many batch mates. And then it happened they were all ordered to go out by the giant… after a petrifying ordeal which lasted half an hour the giant and the others revealed their true identities…they were also my batch mates…the others came in and we all laughed heartily…. I was now one among them – a proud NITian…
About a year has passed now but not even a hundred can take away this from me…
THE BOTTOM LINE: NITW IS VERY FORTUNATE TO HAVE ME 😉 !!!

AN ADVENTUROUS ADMISSION

AN ADVENTUROUS ADMISSION
-The truth is stranger than fiction!!!!

I woke up relatively early that morning. It can’t have been a rooster, I am quite sure there wasn’t one around, it can’t have been the alarm, I was so used to it that I went to sleep with the alarm on! It must have been the strange bed. I was in Bangalore with my family. My brother had been selected to Infosys and my parents and I were there to get him settled. We were staying with a family friend of ours. It was just a normal day with bright sunshine and lovely Bangalore climate. I don’t remember the headlines of that day’s paper but I am quite sure it must have been something like ‘Bush says war on terror will go on till there are no humans left on earth’ and ‘Kerala politicians vow to prevent development at any cost’ I am quite sure one wouldn’t find anything like ‘India wins test match abroad – 127 die of shock’. What I mean to say is it was just a normal day… there was nothing unusual on the cards.
I was used to waking up late lately so waking up at 8 was a surprise. The last three months were good…no studies, and lots of fun with friends and cousins, the entrance and board exam results were better than I expected… but then had come the disappointment of the NIT counselling – The NIT counselling was done and dusted and so was the ‘dropout admission’ process and classes had started about two weeks back…that meant I had kissed my NIT dreams goodbye – The SSB for the NDA was still a month away and the Kerala counselling, which was supposed to start on July 15 (that day was August 7), was still a long way away thanks to the inevitable strike by the student’s unions. There is Kerala for you…. ‘God’s own country…Devil’s own people!’
I went to the living room and everyone was up and about already. After the good morning exchanges and some coffee I just about got to the TV when dad looked up from the paper and said “Da, it says in the paper ‘those who have been admitted to NITs through dropout admission phase II have to report at the respective NITs by August 8’ (big deal, I thought, who wanted NIT anyway!) “did you check if you had something??” dad enquired “yeah that was over long ago right?” “no this is the second phase” dad insisted. Second phase??? I never knew about that… “no I didn’t” I said. We were away from home for five days visiting relatives I never knew existed and everyone wishing my brother good luck, so I hadn’t checked anything on the internet. “OK dad I’ll check now I said” but I knew it was futile my best waiting list position in the list of NITs I had given was NITW at 37 that was never going to change!! Or was it?? After I was done I said “dad we just lost Rs 5000/- (the counselling fee of 5000 would be refundable only if no seat had been available)” “what do you mean??” dad asked “I’ve got a seat in NITW” “so, we’ll go there.” “WHAT??” I couldn’t help exclaiming. That was ridiculous. “Dad, I don’t have any of my certificates, I have clothes for just four days, we have to register by 5:00 pm tomorrow and where the hell is Warangal??” Dad was his usual clairvoyant self. “Where are your certificates?” he enquired “In a file on the table in my room”….
Anybody who has seen my first year room in NITW is probably wondering how I could possibly get anything in order. For their benefit let’s just have a tiny flashback. Two weeks ago, my brother bought a folder to keep his certificates in order since he was joining Infosys shortly. The younger brother in me instantly came to the fore, “if he has one, I want one” I said. My wish was granted and after a week long scavenger hunt, I got everything in order. Now back to August 7

Dad picked up the phone and called our Hyderabadi tenant who informed that Warangal was some 3 hrs away from Hyderabad. Dad also told him about the certificates and requested him to get the file with the help of some neighbours (the partition that separated us from our tenants was a small door on the inside. After an hour dad called again and the neighbours were working on the door, a particularly stingy neighbour was now talking with dad “Sir we can’t get the door open” “well then break it, the certificates are more important” dad said. I didn’t hear what the neighbour said but it must have been something to the tunes of “break the door?? Are you sure?? Wood doesn’t grow on trees you know!!” “Never mind just get the certificates!!” dad said impatiently before hanging up.

Six hours and six hundred phone calls later (it does help if your dad works in the BSNL) my parents and I were on a bus to Hyderabad. My brother was staying with the family friends, the certificates were on their way via courier to our tenant’s father-in-law (a fax copy had already reached there), a phone call to my classmate of 10 years now in NITW had told me that clothes were no problem because full sleeve shirts and formal trousers were ‘fashionable’ for first year’s in NITW. Everything that could be done with a phone was done. But the uncertainties were far from over… we were sure to beat the 5 pm deadline but the courier would reach Hyderabad only on the 9th because 8th was a Sunday. All we could do was hope and pray that the office would not be particularly strict.

We reached Hyderabad early next morning and went to NITW with the fax. The benevolent sardarji at the office understood the situation (I’m not sure I understood it!!) and the admission formalities were completed.

On August 9th , my first day in NITW and incidentally my brother’s first day at Infosys, after my parents left ensuring I had all I needed and more I met my classmate of 10 years and my new batch mates. I went to his room and I was introduced to all of them. Then someone knocked on the door… a 6’ 6” giant, and two equally terrifying people came in… a rendezvous with seniors was not something I was particularly thrilled about, my only solace was the presence of many batch mates. And then it happened they were all ordered to go out by the giant… after a petrifying ordeal which lasted half an hour the giant and the others revealed their true identities…they were also my batch mates…the others came in and we all laughed heartily…. I was now one among them – a proud NITian…
About a year has passed now but not even a hundred can take away this from me…
THE BOTTOM LINE: NITW IS VERY FORTUNATE TO HAVE ME 😉 !!!

OPTIMISM

OPTIMISM the magical key to success in my words…..

On the treacherous road of life
Comes many a trying pothole and gutter
Puncture, marauder, gun and knife
And we inevitably curse and mutter

“perseverance is a waste of time
Success is a light year away
Quit the race in your prime
Hoping causes only pain and delay”

The shadow you will only see,
If you turn your back on the shining sun
A loser you will always be,
If you think you cannot run

If in the mind’s eye
You can see the goal up far
You will be home and dry
For what you think is what you are

Men who look up, not down below
Always see stars in the splendid sky
They no doubt will succeed and grow
And without wings learn to fly

If the thorn makes the rose look scary
To the man who does not hope
In the hand it looks sweeter than a fairy
Of the optimist who knows nothing will flop

Success is but a mind game
You have it in you to win
Be positive and follow your aim
And your way fortunes will spin

Move the pessimistic barriers, break the walls
And in you success will dwell
It will be a journey without falls
Coz OPTIMISM is a real magic spell

sMOTHERed NATURE

sMOTHERed NATURE

The cool, sweet, gentle breeze
Whispered to the rustling leaves
The flowers bloom beckoning the bees
Like a lover to his loved calling “come please”
Swimming around blissfully are schools of fish
Carefree about their next meal’s dish
Nothing can disturb this wonderful niche
Mother nature meets their every wish
Joy is what it will always bring
To dream of that lovely spring
Just hearing a swallow sing
With hope makes my heart ring
But alas! To think of nature in all its glory
One would have to read an ancient story
It makes me feel really sorry
To see our mother hurt and gory
We inflict unbearable pain
Upon her with deeds insane
CFCs, ozone holes and acid rain
Looting and polluting – her blood we drain
Through wars and conflicts we wound her flesh
With atomic bombs her heart we crush
We don’t hear her wail through the barbed mesh
And trample on her in our rush
She suffers but cannot speak
Tears flow down her lovely cheek
With her gone and no fortress to seek
Our future is certainly bleak
Let us resurrect her from her current state
Erase the past clean it like a slate
Unite, fight and make things straight
SAVE MOTHER NATURE BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE

Life is tough…but oh so beautiful

well i guess im an eternal optimist and may be i’l just get to expressing it!!!

When dark clouds hover up in your sky
Casting darkness and gloom
When you can only frown and cry
Thinking of the impending doom

When all things go wrong
And only sorrow creeps your mind
When a soothing happy song
You search and cannot find

When you ask “why me?”
And pray this hour would pass
When no light your eyes can see
And the other side has the greener grass

Remember that life is beautiful
Though not always sunny and bright
With your cup of joy filled to the full
Nor coz it’s always an easy fight

Life is beautiful coz it’s tough
And nothing ever comes for free
And the smooth always comes with the rough
However great you may be

Because there’s a solution to every problem
However daunting it may seem
Try harder and you will crack ’em
And with joy you will scream!!

For even the steepest peak
Has many a solid foothold
It may take you many a week
But you’ll get there and find your gold

Remember, it’s easy to lie down and play dead
And give up without trying hard as you can
And it’s easy to hang your head
And wish “if only I’d been another man”

But look down deep into your heart
And you’ll find loads of coal
Waiting for a spark to start
A fire that burns down all

Remember, you have the lock and you have the key
You have the strength to fight a bull
You are the author of your own destiny
Life is tough….but oh so beautiful!!

well well well

hmm im kinda new to this sorta stuff…so lets see what we’ve got here!!! I don hv a job rite now nor do i have a girl friend!!!But my dad works in BSNL that means i got a free telephone line n a free net connection…that implies i’ve got nothin better to do!!! i don’t exactly know how this stuff works but i kinda understand i can write wateva crap i wanna n lure some dumbos into reading it!!!well thats majorly cool….except i don’t know what to write!!!will try though….