Irreversible

:-(-: 

We humans are happily SELFISH creatures.

Nothing stops us.

We do bad things all the time. 

Mistakes. Faux pas. Bad decisions. Love. Mokkai. Words. Engineering. Supporting Arsenal/Chelsea FC. Appataker-ness. Fantasy team selection.

We are wicked.

We do the unthinkable. :-(-:

We do it first in our mind itself!

At times, we do hope that we could finally hit that elusive, yet promising, Kemmar Roach-will-turn-white-someday level imaginary "Rewind" button in life.

We just don't want things going wrong. 
Any fair chance algorithm logic would point out that, the one thing we don't take into account is we don't want the rest of the world to go back along with us.

We want it to happen to us.

We wish we alone could go back a few minutes/hours/days and get it right this time. 

We are confident now.

We are hopeful we wont go wrong.

We ooze determination.

But,

Reality strikes us down.

All the time,

Why the vaaiika-thagararu between Reality and human beings?

We don't relish the prospect of facing reality??

Reality sucks???

:-(-:

P.S - Now that your done, for a different perspective read the article bottom-up (Sentence line wise with punctuation) 

Trick or treat?

Although the Anti-Vijay enthusiast in me jump up and down excitedly like Dobby the elf and complain it should be Sura this year, (compared to last year Halloween's S.J.Suryah), I just found this too terrifying.

Muhahaha!

Apparently as the above picture suggests, "Superhumans do exist!!" 

pssst : this is not a pity post to increase count for the year, although the inclusion of the page hit counter and the archive numbers suggest otherwise. :D

"I just wanted a decent post for diwali" 

Madhuri Dixit. 
I have scared you.
Happy Halloween guys. :-)


P.S.  this might have been an inside joke. 

Naan KadavuL!

"You are an arrogant bastard and people still love you." 

- Probably one of the best compliments I ever got.

Sometimes people get crazy beyond the normal threshold of craziness, and when that happens they tend to become slightly philosophical. (No I don't mean when drunk. Yes, It happens while drinking too. But I dont mean it that way now) Likewise, I get occasionally high (No drinking again) on philosophy too.
Its not like a lecture-on-OBM philosophical or I'm-me-I'm-my-own-role-model philosophical. Its just something different. Not like a know-all or prick, mind you! There is a big fat line or sometimes a few register numbers separating prick and philosophy.
This is just pure gyaan. Minimalist. Non judgmental. Almost Zen like gyaan.
Just like the kid who tries to pee higher on a wall. Or like Peter Crouch taking a corner kick once in a while. Something different.


Now if you haven't heard already,
I m God.
Yes, I m God. No not you too. 
Just me. 
I ll tell you why. Remember the story of  "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens? well I don't. Not exactly. But what I misread or got out of it when I was young was that Expecting Something Hurts. Always. 
And thats how I have been ever since. I don't expect anything. blah blah blah.
And most of the time, I end up living life the way I want it to be. And at the rare moment something bad happens, I don't pin it on kismet, rather I just try and be as optimistic as possible. And at the rarer moment when all hope is lost, I just become too optimistic or in other words, attain Freedom.


Well what happened here to this good thing over the years is, I din't expect people to get hurt. I grew this thing of completely annoying or angering or hurting someone with absolute ease.
Say you were in a gang of 5, and I m also there. That makes 5-1(you)-1(me)=3 left in the group. And you were the topic of derision and humiliating mockery. Lets also assume you have a normal degree of temper, which was broken that time. And lets also assume all this happened in the morning and you are still angry. Now no matter what the 3 other people said or did, When you have to put it all on a single guy, I will be that guy. Hey I dint start It! But I m still the guy. 
I have just got that anger charisma. :D


Which reminds me of the Grinder story. We nicknamed a girl in my class Grinder, for the reason she starts grinding food the next minute the class gets over. Again it wasn't me who addressed her tat way. No! I wasn't even a contributor to the name, but I m pretty sure Grinder thinks its me. 
Another day, I try to be funny and give Grinder a pulippu mittai for my birthday. A few days later someone else gives Grinder a pulippu-mittai for his birthday, Grinder thinks its me who gives him the idea! Of course Grinder is a mokkai party, so I don't think why she thinks that way. But anyway yo get my point.


Now, As I was using the washroom today, sitting there when the PSP charge drained out and I couldn't play scrabble anymore, this big realization of my power to hurt people so easily, dawned upon me. 
I say something so simple. Bam! you're hurt. And again the people I hurt, still like me. (Of course except Grinder, but there was a time even when Grinder considered me as one of her best friend. Then she just got crabby) 
People still find me supportive. They talk to me well. They just like me. :)
The thing here is I really don't see them get hurt when it happens, but after they react its like crystal clear. Ouch. 
I did try once not to comment or speak sarcastically. But I simply could not do it. Sarcasm is something that comes whimsically to me. 
And you probably know, there is always something or at least one thing wrong with someone. Except the woman you love. :) 
Like Paul Scholes's tackling. Like Shankar's Endhiran. Maybe this is my Endhiran.


And So I think, Who do you like but also find supportive? Who also has the power to hurt you if he/she wanted to? (Remember the Amman movies. Btw, Palayathu Amman was Ramyakrishnan right? )
And I thought.
(The bulb in my toilet glowed brightly)
I m God.


P.S. Powercuts around 2-4 in my area. I take a poop.

Someone Gimme a Kickkk

Inception in the blogging world?

With Love, Terrorist.

To the cruel-mean people of the Indian Cinema,

~Why are terrorists or revolutionists always portrayed angry and stupid? Could the real guys sue the movie makers for it?

I mean, he could finish off the hero the first time he sees him (A head shot would be nice!) rather than letting him go and consequently getting killed by him later, after a most probable hostage situation.

~Why is he still a terrorist, if he cant handle firearms properly? He doesnt even shoot at our hero correctly for 'once' and even if he does, why the shoulder always?

Seriously what happened to the Kalashnikovs, the AK 47s or the C4s that he should have been well equipped with, rather than the shitty weapons he is forced to use while our hero is the one handling a Dragunov Sniper!

~And what is it with the mono-numerology? Why is it always a Wasim or Abdullah or some ***llah? It could as well be a James or a Yung Mang Chang or a Vishnu Gowthem or even a Koundamani. Terrorists should be allowed to have cool names!

~Why does every terrorist sport a long beard and a very sharp nose?

Its as if the Japanese and the other blunt nosed people are incapable of terrorizing acts!

And again Tamil directors! With the konjam-konjam Tamil he speaks, he brainwashes young minds? Not buying it!

~He shouldn't be portrayed psychotic by killing one of his own men. We would like him to do that to enemies instead.

~Also any terrorist should be given his space in the movie, say a possible if-not-foreign country, atleast-ullooor duet with his loved one.

Yours Sincerely,

The Mookan from the Vijayakanth/Arjun Movies.

Happy Halloween Everyone..

And I are back!

2 months 25 days 23 hours 6 minutes and 59 seconds since i last blogged. For everyone who knew me well, I dint do the math of course. I hate the subject and its teachers for quite a long time now. So this did the job. I m not sure to what else the site can do. Still figuring out.


Anyways, for my followers and ahem 'fans' (no exaggeration here :D), these no-post-days were actually an extended-break that i started for my sem exams. Not that i was into some serious exam preparation or anything, but this is generally how people convince themsleves, tat they are preparing for such stuff - by sacrificing. Parents see to it that the mobile and cable connections are gone while their kids do 12th grade, as their 'sacrifice' and many people live anti-orkut lives during examinations. And tats exactly the same protoytpe, as to how my Pensieve got the axe. Can't say it helps, but hey i passed! even in SS! :)


Well, tat was then and it went good. And then followed my holidays which was even better! Playing fifa, (still) trying to read LOTR and watching Dexter/Hustle all day with late night movies, occasional family parties and lots of phone calls and traveling to top it up. Went like a dream, i might say. So why am i back here?
why give myself the trouble of thinking something to blog about or trying to better my never-improving English?
why rather than playing fifa, try and do long lines of boring text?
why?
Cos this is one of the few things i do 'very non-lazily' and pursue this vice is what i must do.
Cheers everyone. :)

Weird!

I passed my SS 2nd interns!
Mallya's Force India finished a F1 race!
Like they say..
Its a
medical
engineering miracle!!


Now I know the previous post is contradictory to this one, but i guess that creative writing just about nudged me pass the finish line :)

Revelations out of Sickness

-The world is not the same as it always seems.
-Things are better uncomplicated.
-Your mind is at its low when u are sick, it can easily fall out of place. The smallest of things people do can matter a great deal.
-No one likes to answer questions at tat time, but tats wat they are asked to do.
-"The Machinist" is not the movie to watch when you are bored. Well don't watch it anytime.
-No matter how less sick u are, an amateur nurse could make u look worse.
-Parents turn hysterical while caring for their wards.
-The size of the needle doesn't matter, everything pains.
-With the diet i was having b4, this came a lil late in fact. I should hve been sick ages ago.
-Fruit juices are good for health, but without ice they suck.
-F.R.I.E.N.D.S(not the sitcom!) would seem either extremely considerate or apparently non-existent.
-Everything that happens seems ostensible.

Washed Away!

8.30 pm.


My cell's illumination shone brightly in the dark street(courtesy of the third powercut for the day) It was a breezy night and the streets were being windswept by a giant invisible broom. Even an infant could have told it was going to rain. The aroma of the wet earth was in the air already. I was feeling cold - both inside and on the outside. The pre-monsoon season has been good this year, restraining people indoors and even making Madurai look tempestuous.


It slowly started showering on me and i was nowhere near my destination. The shower turned into a stormy downpour and people were running amok to shop entrances and houses where the sunshades and lintels served as shelter. A sudden forlornness creeps in as the cold weather surrounded me. Memories staging a resurgence. Reminescence. As i stood there drenched from head to toe, clutching my packet of lays, not wanting to go, wondering perhaps the rain had washed it all away..


Splash!

Itssssss in the Game

If you think EA Sports FIFA is the most played/Loved game of all,


What about SNAKE v.1 of Nokia?????


Ponder.