RAVAN V4.0 VS RAVAN V1.0


Ravan - the name dreaded by most during their childhood. Well, I couldn’t even imagine how hideous he would have looked with ten heads. Later, during my teens I have chuckled looking at the funny cartoon that would be telecast every now and then on Pogo. I would be musing as to how he would be able to balance his body with one head extra on one side!!!!

 Mythology says Ravan’s ten heads stick out when he is so infuriated that fuming smoke oozes outta his ears. Now I wonder as to how his wife would have mellowed his temper down, as she would have had to kiss all 10 lips of his to soothe him!!!!

Jokes apart, if this was the transition of my attitude in just 20 years’ time, how would the transition after millions of years be???... Yeah, I am talking about the modern day Ravan.

We have already witnessed a portrayal contrasting history, in the bilingual film “Raavan”. Gone are the days when Ravan was considered diabolic and sceptic, gone are the days when he was considered a ruthless animal or a barbaric human. Of late, may be due to the cultural interaction between India and Sri-Lanka, the judgement (especially that of women) on the character of Ravan, has transformed from loathe to love.
Once upon a time, Ravan was depicted as a huge brawny with a big fat tummy. And now???  The unctuous, hunky, handsome, 6-packer is the Ravan of today. (I am exclusively hinting at the Tamil-version of the film Ravan . The H-Version hero is not even close to being hunky :-p). The hero kills thousands, is mean to all strangers, but to one woman he is sweet as candy and that’s the heroine.

Films love and support the cause of an anti-hero subject. May be a modern day Valmiki would have given an unexpected climax to the myth!!

 Hey, that was what our old Ravan had also done. He was such a sweetie pie with Sita and still she showed so much repugnance. The only difference is that Ravan v1.0 used a sword and Ravan v4.0 uses a toy gun!
Modern day women, take for instance Aishwarya Rai, understand that all men are not bad after all, and that is why she comes back for Vikram. You know, after all, even Ram v1.0 had left his wife suffer in the jungle in the name of I-want-to-take-care-of-the-kingdom. Wasn’t that uncompassionate??? That was clearly back-stabbing in the name of love. Till the very end Ram didn’t enjoy his life, such as going out for a picnic or having a banquet with the kings of other states. Instead, he was a complete workaholic, a nerd!  Nowadays, women love men who manage work as well as love, they are the Ravans of today and exemplifying my thesis is the Dhoni-Sakshi Jodi!!!!

But this concept of good-guy-to-one-girl Ravan has taken a tricky turn in the other part of media - in SOAPS! Back there, RAVANs are con men and still ladies back home, pity them. Well, they weep more for the female version of RAVANs though. In Ramayana v1.0 the character of sacrifice and perseverance was so graciously depicted, but now none of the relationships has commitment. People switch and oscillate faster than AC current!! It is a disgrace if the protagonist in a triple-mega serial does not have at-least 2 previous relationships and a small affair after marriage. One could argue and extenuate the importunity of the issue by stating that even Lord Krishna had an affair before marriage, even Lord Muruga enjoys his life with 2 wives. But one thing you would have missed noticing is that both Lords were seriously committed to their true love.

So my wish to Durga Ma on Dussehra is this - Kindly kill the bad thoughts of men and women who have the intention to cheat on their partners. Else Durga Ma, no Lakshman Rekha would stop Ravan from taking Sita on a ride on his new Thunder-bird and elope, every RAVAN would turn into RAM!!!

WHEN EVERYTHING BOILS DOWN TO AN EGG!!!




 The first time I remember marvelling the looks of an egg was the first time I learnt, E for EGG. You were the first to exhibit the beauty of soft white and tender yellow during my childhood. I have always discerned  the oval shape by visualising you my dear egg. YOU ARE MY FIRST LOVE MY GLISTEN-HEART. After my theory classes about you, I have always had practical experiences with you ,snogging, cuddling and kissing each during lunch breaks.

 You made me re-frame the proverb as “An EGG a day keeps the doctor away”.

Once upon a time there lived a small child named varun whose dad displayed his biceps and said “son i have 3 eggs together here inside my biceps.”

 I was fascinated by the thought.  Those childish thoughts have even made me swallow 2 eggs so as to lodge them directly into my biceps :D :D. Now i use the same trickery to inspire my nephew. He is so inspired that he takes 2 everyday.:D :D

You are one healthy temptation that i can never resist. U make me bite like a champ and punch like a champ. You are a personification of brawniness. From 1992 at 1 rupee per egg to 2012 at Rs.4 per egg you have been my most canny choice of energy booster!!

You are a remarkable character who goes well with everyone. With milk you become protein-multiplier for toddlers, with milky loafs of bread and honey you are avowed as the best finger-licked-all-over recipe by hurry-burry office goers. Even preparing you is fun, the way your yoke drips from the loaf after dipping into the smashed mixture is a complete appetizer.!!! You are one such food who gets the spotlight in every banquet. The boiled egg curry or the boiled egg with loads of pepper is a handy snack!!  From breakfast to dinner you are capable of stealing the show!! You are such an influential personality that you have made customs change, strangely desperate tongues lick you, ie making vegetarians add you into their menu card. They perform scientific research and various other superficial hoaxes just to justify their consuming you! One thing they never realize is that just blood doesn't signify the presence of life!! We respect your life and we respect the life-cycle so we consume you with joy, with the consummate hope of your re-incarnation every single day.

 But the best part is yet to come. Yes, and that is the most awaited OMELETTE  Be it half boil or bulls-eye you are easy to cook and the best to taste. You are always the show-stopper at street side shops. You are one reliable buddy who has never let my stomach down!!!

Hats off to all cocks and chicks for your efforts, you have my appetite a paradise day in and day out. Keep up the good work ;););)

SO.......TO ME, WHEN IT BOILS DOWN TO EGG, IT’S THE EGG THAT WINS AND NOT THE GIRL o.O!!!!

with Mr smiley and his co-joined sons akhilan and vimalan!!!


dedications: To world food day, oct 16th.

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It is was a Sunday night at 2 am.... apparently Monday morning. Moments before going to bed ,voices like “machi ne dhan MUSIGMA ku PPT podrayama??!!!”, “dei ne anga place aagalana the company will lose a valuable employee da :-!", “bro join me at bangalore :-)” lingers in my dream. The first mistake i had done was that i had named the company which i had aimed at. And my friends ‘seemingly miscreants’ capitalize at such instants and start oozing out slander talks. That actually doesn’t hamper my reputation but has a rivetting effect giving pompous impressions about me among others. At the end of the Sunday evening that was what had happened. This was unwanted pressure!!! Then the moment had arrived. “12.34 pm”, my watch read. I was unusually nervous. With the review that my mates had given ,the test should have been a cake walk for a student who had cleared 2 written tests. Yes i had cleared twice but I had no pressure, no expectation, no nothing, peaceful it was. But today i had everything except peace. This was the moment when I experienced the pressure the toppers would have faced! And then the timer started on the computer. I was at good pace. But then we very well know there must be twists to make the story spicy(except that this story is not a fiction but real absolutely!!) I had Spent loads of time with English only to confuse myself and waste time. And out of the blue moon the screen read “test is being evaluated”. The next section was c-aps. 10 min and 5 question was the stipulation. Quite cool i thought. But “picture abhi bhaki hai mere dosth”. At the 7th min suddenly the system hibernates. First they say some lose connection, the next moment they say we doubt whether ur test would resume. It happened as they said. The test never resumed!!! My hopes reached nadir. Everyone have a bad day at the office, it was unfortunately my turn on the D-day!!! Well every news about me spreads like a forest-fire so did this. And then she texted me talking about gita upadaesam “ everything happens for a reason”. Well i know that but Y ME Y TODAY????? Ya it happens , may be it had to happen. Hope is the only thing I can depend upon now. She suggested me to watch some good flick n i replied “the day after tomorrow i saw de”. Ironically the first thought that clung onto my mind was that it was a grammatically wrong but a logically correct sentence!! :D :D... hope i get to prove my prowess tomorrow! WELL IT IS A QUESTION OF “IF” now................

Ellam Pudungittu Pochu!!!

We caressed each other everyday. My confidence was riding high at your presence. We enjoyed the cute flattery that we exchanged. The saunter with you every morning enlightened my very living on earth. You made me feel like a man with a million stalkers with jealousy in your company. You were ubiquitous in my sight. Your radiance in the golden sun made me twine around u. You define daintiness when the gush of wind strokes your body. Pretty you were in red, bam-bam in brown. But black… it made u bold and beautiful. All that I made was love with you. What did I do??? Never thought leaving me would ever be an option. I pampered you like a child. Never has there been a day that I have spent without gazing at your heavenly looks. WHY DID U LEAVE ME???
We could have confronted. Was commitment a problem?? I thought we were born to be together!!! May be not… You have left both of us single and I am lonely. Men find alternatives but you are my First N
Final
Forever!!!!
U have put me in a turmoil!!! Did I use tooooooooo much of COCONUT OIL???????



-A hue of a completely bald bachelor :D :D :D :D :D

A PARODY - "BUS DAYS"


PREFACE

Oh my God, pls help me remember all that I have walked through. My memories of past, present n future… Grrr... memories - Future ... uuurgghh ???? U “oxyMORON”.


1.10.11

If u can't BELL THE CAT, for the time being, attempt to bell the KITTY ;-) Today in bright yellow she was, My ~ our SEDUCER. Behind her, we all went, later it was me alone, scuffling across the main road with my ear plugs singing "OH SAAANAA" at perfect timing. Suddenly, something caught my notice. The next moment, she turned back… (Naa, NOT for me), but cuz of the thuds I was makin on "14th main road BlueStar". I was chasing my present dream - “24C” deluxe bus, abt 500 feet away from me. FINALLY, I plunged my foot on the steps when it was at 20kmph. I lurched back n forth until I reached my destiny to place my "two fleshy protuberances”, in the process perturbed many, encountered a few huge aunties with irate expressions (yemmadiyooo) and then i found MY CORNER SEAT. Then came in a man wit a few grey follicles filling his shinning head, seemingly anorexic n old. I gave him the key to my destiny - "my corner seat", n I softly leaned on the bars n plugged onto “ROCKSTAR”. He gestured back with a pleasing smile. He then softly told me "Thambi, oru OT". After returning a Rs.7.50 ticket with 2 Rs and “50PAISE” (awe-uuhh) for his 10rs, he gave me a pleasing gesture yet again. I hear voices in my head the talk to me the understand they talk to me||(mobile ringing) "HELLO" I said. My conversation continued "ILLA DA, CHA CHA". Suddenly I heard a hoarse cadence repeating after me "ILLA DA, THOLLA DA,NOLLA DA, JALLA DA…" (ERRGHH... WHO IS TAT!!) I continued the conversation with my friend "CHUMMA MACHI NAMBITIYA??" The same voice repeated "CHUMMA UMMA AAMMA DUUUMMA HAMMA HAMMA". This caught the notice of many around me. Infact, I found many smirking rather. It was the old man making a mockery over my vernacular speech. I was burning like fire in solitude. Found a girl beside me to share my solitude :-P. THE TEEN was equally irritated. (**** kelavanuku enaaa koluppu, ennayae kalaikuran) When I Glanced back at him, he gave me a smile of INNOCENCE. Now, this surprised me!!! (Is he culpable or am I credulous???) Suddenly my memories reeled back to one of the few novels that I had read - “TIMELINE” & it reasoned my doubts.
IT WAS an inadvertant act. "Schizophrenia" IT WAS!!!!!

Unusually Usual

Since the days of desire for holidays to study, to the days when I get them in copious proportions and still sit idle, one bloke who always stays with me is MR.LAZYOMANIAC. One such day was YESTERDAY, when my mom, along with my sisters, pulled me away from my “DELL” n took me to a surprisingly congenial atmosphere, contradicting my present ambience in a car with 6 ladies (3 aunties, 2 sisters n my mom), with me being the only VIRGIN ;-) (ufffhhhh). THE “Yaar adi ne mohini” effect (URRGGHHH). After being pushed out of the car, I came to know that it was a distant relative’s reception. The place was favorable coz-

1.            I can text friends full time devoid of a single staring eye on me, coz all the 6x2 will be calculating the fiscal profile of the bride’s side, on the basis of the shining metals all over the bride.

2.            Enjoy free fashion parade of a few adorable ones neglecting a herd of hideous abominable aunties (uuuwwakkk). 

Finally I reached the 3rd part of the reception along with my 6 bodyguards. Weird to the occasion, it was- 

3.            THEEE most important part of any reception ….. KHAANAA!!!! (food)  “Sadya” instead of a buffet. Being a non-conformist, I was totally put down looking at the traditional items laid on the banana leaf. 


Except rice n pappad all others were treated as untouchables. Suddenly, I heard an unusually familiar voice calling out “rice, rice, rice” . On any other working day, he would have been wearing the same uniform that I wore 3 years ago. “Abhi..." I called. And he replied “Sir, extra rice venuma?”. I was completely stupefied. He would exhibit opulence every time I meet him. He is my school junior from a well-sophisticated family.  My thoughts started to linger into a vague diabolic perspective. “Did he lose his parents??. Did he leave his house for any personal motive?? Did he fail in his exams??? Did he fall in love?? Are his parents trying to teach him a lesson by punishing this poor boy??” I was struggling to digest this trauma that took place moments ago, as well as my unappetizing food. My eyes were locked with him. I had to ask him innumerous questions. Now I had a 4th reason to stay at the reception. My relatives were reluctant leave me alone (poor me :-( ). The love n care was choking me. Listening to 6 different voices of the same fugue “Be careful kutta”, I felt like an extremely pampered brat! And finally they left with tears almost rolling down!! It took upto 11pm for him to finish his dine. He was surprised at my presence and asked me to wait for a few more minutes. In 2 minutes, I had experienced a sight of a bizarre transition of a worker to an owner. He came out in a “Yamaha fazer” and once again his presence stupefied me :-P. On my way back home, he told me that he was working part time to kill his boredom during holidays. He was a shareholder of the catering company. He desired to live an independent American way of life. His talks inspired me. He gave me a drive to do something useful in life ie working part time. I shared his achievement with utmost exuberance to my parents, n suddenly something ushered in their “dashboard”. The first thing they commented - “Thimiru pudicha paiyana avan?? Padikara vazhiya vittu, oor suthitu irukan...” . My excitement mellowed down and I reached ground state from excited state in less than a millisecond, FASTER THAN ELECTRONS. I made up my mind to one final conclusion-

“EGOS STRICKEN OUR PROWESS”

WATTA TRAGEDY MA!!!

December 31st, 2050
                A hefty and an almost 6-footer in blue denim and a pitch black T marches into the welcoming arms of the cold air coming from the Chennai mall. Reclining onto the couch and scratching his well-shaped white beard, he opens his holographic palmtop that glistens in the yellow LEDs. Stirring his cold cappuccino, he surfs through the news-feed in facebook. A thought clogs his mind and for the first time in his life, he changes his relationship status from “complicated” to “committed”. Immediately, the voice notification pops out with the comment “machi adhukullaya :-o :-o:-o?!”. His thoughts plummet into the pool of memories of his college days, into the banters, into the entices, into the year when he was popular, the year when he was a playboy, the year when he was the center of attraction and the same year when he left Samar.

December 2012
                My blokes call me Tittu, a few close ones yell with even shorter versions, it was all because my parents decided to name their only son as Tittu Joseph. Finally entering into the final tortured semester of my engineering in a prestigious college, where only memory managers thrive, life would have never been better without these same classmates. They had the best cache memory that would store large volumes of data as and when the teachers teach, as well as on days before their exams when they eat, sleep and even roam into their toilets with books. Yet they found time to teach and help students like me at such crunch situations. Among such adepts, I found one similar friend of mine who matched my frequency. As the proverb goes- "Birds of the same feather, flock together”, we flocked together in a 1 and half hours journey to our college every day. Between the period of 6.55am to 8.25am we would have our breakfasts, drooling at all the types of girls of all ranges, talk about the gossips on college mates and finally decide to have a lil nap as the bus closes in at our stop. He was the man whose sleeping talent was adored by many. He would sit and sleep like a statue with complete concentration, so much so that even the ladies’ vociferous screeches would never affect his nap. But at times, he pretends to sleep (which only I can decipher), the same old classic trend, to evade from people. Samar………. My college mate, my class mate and then he had become my best buddy.
 Every single day, he would shamble across the main road to reach the stop, including days when we would possibly be reaching about half an hour late even if we board the next bus and run all the way from bus stop to the door step of our class room. One similar day, he walked so slowly with the irritating sound of brushing of his slippers (one main reason why he changes his slippers every 6 months as they get torn out so quickly). Looking at my unfocussed eyes, he asked “Dude wassup, full night studies uh?” The previous night was a Sunday. Who studies on Sundays? And ya, that was him who would ask irritating moot questions which I would never have done. Those are questions to be ignored, yet his tone tempts me to answer back with a “HELL NO” and I do it. I do it every single day.
I said “HELL NO. Man, I was just thinking, this is our final year, but still I don’t have any girlfriend. So, I have decided to take a resolution to find my girl by 31st of this month.”
Samar smiled crookedly. “Hey come on man, you are the playboy of our college. Also, you are the top-rated handsome guy in our college. Girls would automatically come in search of you.” The bitter truth was that the ranking was put up by the most hideous-looking girls in our college and yet he would continue this paradigm every single time I talk about girls.
My fuming hand was about to thump onto his cheeks; suddenly I was lurched by a glimmer of white hope flashing my sight in the bus. Her glistening half oily face, her frameless spectacles and the wet free-hair were elements that made me quantify her ‘sexy’. At that moment, I knew my resolution was going to come to life right away with half the battle won, which was finding the right girl. Just then I remembered that my hand was still in air and was about to contort his face but somehow I managed to nudge his cheeks and hint a smile. She noticed the liability and smirked. She then inched slowly and furtively near me amongst the huge crowd. I was nervous and finally I spoke- “Please pass on 2 tickets to Chrompet.”
 As she was ready to oblige, the driver slammed on the brakes. My bad luck, I was holding onto a rod in the bus but my friend wasn’t.  Samar too slammed, but on a girl, not any other girl, but MY girl, the girl whom I thought was the solution to my resolution. Both of them apologized, and my bad, she was inches away from me, yet in front of me. I started to hate physics from that moment. If it had been any other guy I would have slammed my fist on his face the instant he slammed on her but my bad, he happened to be my bloke and I seemed like a mere joke. I still wasn’t angry on him but his words made me so “Don’t worry dude, I did it only for your GOOD”!
Next day I ran in and boarded the moving bus to get a seat. Samar, as usual, boarded two seconds later, giving me the privilege or the ordeal of finding a seat for both of us. Unfortunately, we had to stand that day and fortunately, I found my resolution girl sitting adjacent to us. Her scent started to instigate my feelings, her presence took me to a duet song in Kashmir but instantly Samar’s cold staring eyes  and numb looks with no expression on his face (his normal expression) cracked my thoughts back into the bus.
This time, Samar was holding onto a rod and I felt a wave of happiness. Samar gave his bag to an elder man sitting nearby and he gave a cold stare in return, as if he was Chinese and that he never understood what Samar requested. Samar turned away from me with his bag in his hand and was looking at that girl. Her single sentence to Samar jolted me “Give me the bag bro”. As usual it was hard to read Samar’s expression, but for me it was like a gush of cold water being poured on my burning heart. At once I felt relieved. But then Samar’s one sentence made me wish I never had such a friend and that was “Dude, she is asking your bag”. At once, I cursed the elder man!!
I saw her and she said “Ya ok, give me both of your bags bros”. She didn’t call me brother, but Samar made her to. Now I know that she is not my resolution girl and he is not going to help at all.


lady love 1 INTO SMOKES!!!!!!!


Months later, our class secretary asked me to give the welcome speech for our department symposium and he asked me to choose a girl to accompany me. As my first lady love did no good to me and my resolution, I had to find new chicks. Suddenly, I found my future in the offing when my thoughts clinged to the first year Mallu girl, whom I had rescued when she was ragged by my friends. I had made an impression, so I was convinced that this attempt would work out. Immediately, I blurted her name out - “Paari” - in a shrieking excited voice, and all my friends started to shake their heads like the traditional Thanjavur dolls, grasping my intentions.
Immediately, I heard a voice behind me “This time I will surely help you dude”. It was Samar.
Paari and I were sitting close to each other, discussing about the speech. Though I was happy sitting close to her, I was focusing on the speech. After ten minutes, the whole department started to chit-chat about our combo.
Samar rushed into the room and whispered "Ceremony would start in 10 minutes, gear up." He gave a good stare at both of us, and with an innocent smile, he said “You two look great together, just like a pair”. I was smiling inside, proud of my friend, until Paari said
“Yes, just like brother-sister”.
 Samar, without any expression, replied "A good looking brother-sister."
She blushed slightly, while I crushed the paper fuming yet meticulously in my hand, without giving her the room to notice. If he had walked back without giving his futile comments, I would have at least lived in my fantasies but now


 lady love 2 WAS INTO SMOKES AS WELL!!!


As soon as he left, Paari turned and asked me “What's up next, bro?”. I felt a rage rising against Samar.
After giving the welcoming note, I was sitting alone outside the hall, dejected. Just then a girl came and spoke to me. I would rank here 4th from the bottom, on her looks.
She said “I was mesmerized with your speech and your looks. I couldn’t take my eyes off you even for a moment and I think I LO__ _”
“STOP IT” a shrill voice echoed our ears.
 The least I could expect was to hear those three words from such a girl and there he was, at the right moment, at the right timing, at the right place, all to my bad luck. Yes it was him... SAMAR!!!!
 Embarrassed at what had happened, she left the hall. Still, I wasn't angry on him but his words made me so- “Don’t worry dude, I did it only for your GOOD!”


 MY ALMOST-lady love 3 INTO SMOKES AS WELL!!!!!
             

  The year was about to end. My resolution was unfulfilled, still, I was never moaning for all the mishaps. My only worry was THE CAUSE. My only regret was having Samar as my friend. I had got five, not proposals, but five raaki from the five girls whom I was seeing the entire year and that bro-sis relationship occurred just because of my friend. Only then I had learned that whenever he sat expressionless, he was actually blissful. The very same expression he gives whenever a girl calls me bro.
Years passed, we departed, yet his curse kept kicking my ass. Never had I got an opportunity for a tryst with a gorgeous lady. Life had become so empty. I never found a girl after my college days. That was when I gave up on my luck of finding a girl by myself and took a bold decision to become a father rather than to be a brother to all girls, because to become this “father”, I dint need a girl but just a long white robe. I was heading towards ST.Xaviers Church.

December 31st, 2016
                I was performing a prayer when a sister told me that a couple has come to get blessings from me. They knelt down and I blessed them, but as they stood up I was shocked to see a familiar face filled with a lot of facial hair. It was my old FAITHFUL pal SAMAR, and a flawless face next to him-
PAARI !!!!!!
 The man who never let me get a girl, the man who was responsible for this white robe, was standing right beside me with a beautiful girl. His would-be now was my would-have-been!!!!!!
He said “Father, and my best friend, thanks for blessing us".
I replied “Live long my best friend”, as tears welled up in my eyes experiencing this outright atrocity.
He replied in a condescending tone “It is fine my friend. I can understand your tears of joy. I can understand you are so happy for us!!!!”
This time I was extremely ferocious, still he uttered the paradigm “Whatever I did, I did it only for you!” I was a father and so I had to savior my emotions for the right moment.
Years rolled through as a sudden “bling” of a ‘notification’ brought me back from my past. Today I had changed my status because of a special reason. A nun had turned up at my church last morning. She was my old glistening half oily faced girl. My first lady love!!! I knew I had given up all worldly pleasures to attain this celibacy but her presence reeled me back to my old memories. I was just happy to receive her at my church and wished her for a new beginning. I was extremely happy with her presence.
The notification was from Samar, posting the second comment “Dude, tell me who that girl is. I will definitely help you”.
Staring at it, I posted “Committed to my preaching”.



A Memoir

My soul has been ripped apart…. She was with me the whole day. She would caress me though thick and thin. She endured my pain.  I didn’t intend to…It was an accident..… a mmm mortahh a mortiferous one… no more  with me but immortal at my heart. DREAMS of being a beautiful PAIR are shattered!!! She bent herself to my every endeavor. She made silent sacrifice!!!!!! Life has to move on.. I HAV TO FIND NEW ONES… Oh I almost forgot… It's common that men have a few foibles… Mine is that I have confusion with HOMONYMS…. My “SOLE” has been ripped apart!!!!!!!!!

Miles Apart



Hi…..urrbbb.. its like.. uh…(sigh) I have been thinking about this for quite some time now… 420 painful minutes to be precise. Many a minute, I have wondered why I should be pretending what we pretend is truth… I am the same melodramatic mushy guy unlike u, but please show some emotions atleast once in your lifetime. We have spent ages together; hands on my cheek, I am musing as to how we thought we gel quite-ee well all these years. We have spent umpteen hilarious moments together but when I was hapless, you have left me blank as a barren land. Days have rolled over but compatibility has never really worked out, though it seemed to. You have ditched me at times when you had to shadow me. I Quit… quit…                         


I QUIT ….. GOOD BYE…..

-A guy’s text message to his sub-conscience after writing a sure-shot arrear paper
:-P :-P :-P :-P :-P

Colors

Colors or colours (though not accepted as per ms word2007, as I realized now) however u wanna spelt it has created this-eehhh colorful world:D:D:D!! My childhood was flaunted with innumerous colors like the “green”ery andd the yellow flowers andd the brown street dogs and the pink raincoats anddd even the red mickey mouse under wears that krish aka Chetan Bhagat wears it with pride☺☺☺. But the choice of colors did have an effect on the character judgments….didn’t they?? Don’t they??? Like red, when chosen would be deemed as the color of cruel blood suckers or rogues or even pain!!!To disapprove their despise I had to choose better ones. Glistening colors like yellow had always caught everyone’s eyes. But then some pain-in-the-neck guy clichéd yellow yellow DIRTY fellow”. It just gets onto my nerves. Just the name “dirty” would disgrace my little-tittle heart THEN, though now “dirty” has its own doctrine of privilege:-p u know what I mean:-p:-p:-p

Then came darkness into my teens. Batman inspired me black. Then on there was no looking back. Everyone have their own choice of colors. Like blue or brown or green or any %^&#$.... some like ranbir kapoor might even prefer pink (in the song “she is a small town girl”;)). NO ISSUES. But some make judgements… poor perverted judgments. After watching rockstar u wouldn’t even think of it. U know what I mean… u call men loving pink as GAYS… urghhh..


MR A says “black…. Color of men.. of free minded…” BUT BUT BUT.. most women just fancy black. Have doubts?? Phone ur gf and she will start rambling about her new handbag, purse, hair band, clips, mobile pouch, lipstick ,bikes so on and so forth. You might even doze off listening to her flattery, but one name that goes on and on would be.. no not u BUT BLACK!!lol okie lipsticks-black were a pinch too much to take I know;););) Women nxg just love black. Exceptional cases still stick onto pink to show the “girl power” (still they haven realized what it is though:-p).


Their craze for black has gone to such extent that who knows, they might even start toying with gorilla dolls rather than pinky-milky teddies:D


Bygone are the days when black dresses n black cats were considered bestial or “kaetta sagunam” . Nowadays I find men women everyone wearing black to temples. They consider it as the the new sex symbol when sabarimala devotees consider it as the symbol of simplicity☺☺☺.


When men do things that women like or do he is called a gay… but when women like n do what men do what do u call it??? Act of bravery??? She would even name it as “general taste” and a few goofed up guys accent her thought. If this is how things are,then one must blatantly spit it out that girls referring other girls as “machi” are LESBOS.. WILL U??? they throw tantrums when we throw such conundrums.. it always happens!!!! My gamut of emotions are relentless on such a topic.. so where was I .. yaa colors!!!


Final-ah ena solla vara??? This is your question rite???In a democratic country we have the right to choose which ever color we want and despite being a democratic country you don’t have the right to comment on my path and preferences.. YES PATH AND PREFERENCES:-P