Scrambled Erratum

Will it get squeezed?

2008-10-11T17:54:00.004+05:30

I am one of the corporate babes (male) who never tire of testifying my delight in the bland compound which has inappropriate rules that fucks your brain but demands more from it. I personally appreciate the idea of having to “swipe your card and enter” but it makes people or at least exclusively men feel like _______ while entering through the “swipe gate”. Corporate brains started performing permutations and combinations to enter through the gate itself, but why? In our company which happens to be Renault Nissan which is situated in Mahindra world city inside ascendas building has six swipe gates. These swipe gates are made up of transparent copolymers which eventually are operated by a sensor and hydraulic arrangements (hopefully). This very idea makes a man feel incapable of any but the most multi-cellular organisms in his body freezes and emotions cry when he is asked to pass through the gates thinking that he might lose his pennies anytime. Uff! I escaped once too. It is funny if you happen to witness the situation while a man tries to move his ass as something triggers his reflex to do so.

P.S: I have never seen people so cautious while doing work or while they speak to their girl friends and/or wives but, while it comes to “swipe gates” everybody surrenders… rather if you are a man you’ll surrender.

What happened in rest room no 2?

2008-10-05T07:11:00.003+05:30

CONTENT WARNING: If you are/were a girl, adding to it if you are worst (attu)/gorgeous by nature or if you are a guy calling yourself a smart-ass or asses of the asses then please skip this post. If you love fun, continue reading.

Once I stepped into a room where the contributors of one of the heavenly bodies gather regularly “THE REST ROOM”. Nature asked for my contribution too. So I did give. I happened to meet a person who was around 35 years, In the hand wash area he posed me a question. He asked... Why did you see the wall in front of you instead of watching down? I admire his questioning ability (dumb fkr). I felt quite awkward and at first hesitated to reply. Then with a smile I blurted out some crap. One French guy was noticing the conversation between both of us. I said it amounts to decency. I appreciate that French guy’s reflex… he immediately looked up and let out with a heavenly feel. He forgot himself and showered all over his pants. Lol! Had a laugh and went out. Don’t know what happened after that. Hope he had an alternate. He he!

Peep and peek but do not try to sneak [:P].

Just a thought...

2008-09-28T13:46:00.003+05:30

If life becomes an asylum of getting hyper bored by being with few people... don't b thinking... hop to another.

If you are close to a person and if you feel that you are being ignored that is humiliation to your very existance.

In life, when you come to know, when and where you got to be latter, you can decide when and where you got to be former.

These are conventional human laws for this generation.

Yuk!

2008-08-16T06:09:00.002+05:30

Nobody is gonna be there for me…

Everybody is gonna mind their own work at some point of time.

I may be in the hearts of a few…

But for others I am an old pew.

Nobody is gonna see my face,

It’ll happen without any ‘if in case’.

I already lost a dear one with the entire chase…

My words didn’t pave her mother’s ace,

I fell for gravity dram created by the vicissitudes of fate.

And I acted without any grace!

Nobody is gonna be there for me…

The other girl gave me a place…

This moved me with a tied lace,

The space she gave me at her place,

Embraced me, but it was a brace.

Nobody is gonna be there for me…

Few of my pals moved to United States,

Few people belonged to the work phase,

They’ll not look at me with a smiling face,

They’ll all move on with a certain pace,

Since, I am not worth for any race.

Nobody is gonna be there for me…

In college the subjects were piling all the days,

Arrears went piling up in pace,

I tried clearing them at once,

But the effort was rickety instead.

Algebra, Trigonometry, Differentiation, Integration O Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Generation, situation, separation, maculation Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Calculation, dissipation, Derivation, Devastation resulted in vacillation Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Space creating a place which had a strong base, went in vein in the chase,

There was no race there was no grace, I thought somebody would brace,

Instead she, in a quite pace erased with an ace.

In the mace of beautiful flower vase, And at a particular phase I saw a phrase which clearly stated that I was really waste!

Nobody is gonna be there for me in few days…

Why hurt an innocent?

2008-07-15T21:58:00.003+05:30

It is a full time cascade atomization of lingering thoughts of few people who have a lean spectrum of mean mixture of cruel substance, which capitalize over few people who are innocent by nature. Gaining advantage directly over innocent two toed lings is not a big deal but it is insane. It defines the character of that particular individual who tries to achieve the same.

The complexity of defining the degree of sin involved in being innocent is like the complexity involved in calling a frivolous person a sinful person. Calling a person sinful for being innocent is unacceptable from the very moment as this thought aroused from deep inside. And it is so awful that the person becomes so innocent at a particular situation that he/she is being cascaded by the fake visage that was portrayed by another person.

The effect of the port created by the geometry of the situation becomes magnanimous or appears to be magnanimous depending upon the innocent nature of that particular person.

Being innocent is not a crime… but being innocent while being hi-jacked by thoughts/acts of another person is a crime!

As far as the one who takes over advantage of the one who is innocent by nature is concerned....

* he/she is cruel by thoughts... which can be witnessed by their action.

* everybody knows Who you are and What you are... people around you are clever, matured and brave enough to tackle you.

* before being banned by the society try to change your mind set.

Determined by, arising from, or marked of, being wise... In the end he chose to be a rickety broom!

2008-04-24T09:38:00.011+05:30

The heart is wiser than the intellect. The ability to think abstractly or profoundly is absent from the very beginning in the mind’f Gilbert Holland and what he considered as wiser. When comparing “Heart” with an “intellect”, heart is being listed in Who's Who as what’s that? And the intellect writes that… Lol!

A bad moustache day...

2008-04-21T20:34:00.005+05:30

I shaved ma French beard and stubs nearby ma cheeks but thought’f retaining ma moustache. It had been several years since I had moustache alone on my face, it suited me when I was doing my class 11 but I look like a typical “paranoid mama” now. He he!

Reactions via sms…
My sister: So how’s ma brother looking?
Me: You’ll not dare to spit on my face.
Sandhya: Edhavadhu loosu maadhri pannindu iru! :P
(What can I say after that? Hmpf!)

Reactions on sight…
My girl: (Hopped immediately from her place to my place)
Yaaaay! (She became hyper neurotic!) (In a shrilling tone) Kevalama iruku…

An unshaven version of hairs over ma upper lip made ma girl kick me!
I shaved ma beloved but ugly moustache... sob...sob... :P

May the eternal darkness in the spotless mind'f women dilute...

2008-04-17T17:10:00.003+05:30

Oh God! That everlasting has not yet fixed their cannon guns to slaughter me but three two toed solid flesh of women broke ma heart and crumbled it. Weary, stale, flat and unprofitable seem to me the only uses of this world. In this world a lot of things go unquestioned, a lot of questions go unanswered, few words go unsaid, few words go unheard, and few words are bashed up over your face. Some will be difficult to face, some will be difficult to hear, some romantic and cheesy words will engulf the entire you, some truth are bitter, some people may disappoint you, some may push you to the perplexed state on a good day, as I’m being… I’ve started scrambling ma brain which is already insane in its own way, tension is radically ramping up and killing me from inside and ma dearest people are hurting me from outside. This is the bloodless battle that grows admonishingly because of an inflated sense of one's own importance. Things rank and grow in nature that are being merely possessive to them. They want me to react on their way sometimes… but they don’t consider mine ever. Piff!

Why do people fall in love?

2008-03-21T13:05:00.003+05:30

Sometimes love is emphatically intentional…

Every person would have loved certain characteristics amongst people they have met. They don’t put forth any conditions, If those characteristics are found in a particular person then they might fall in love with them (conditions apply). We fall in love with a person whom we find attractive and appropriate for us, but also someone who demonstrates that they are attracted to us. Sometimes we get deceived in the process too, since he/she can lurk some qualities which would peel off the relationship. The fact that they are attracted to us offers a significant opportunity — when we perceive this, we feel a surge of exhilaration! Do we?

Sometimes love is deliberately unfaltering…

When a person falls for pulchritudinous features or piquant lips or what so ever it might be… but on the first sight or just like that without even moving with the person… love for him/her is intentional but unconditional. Arranged marriages fall in this category. One might be so desperate about the other after seeing the photo given to him/her by their parents, they’ll be floating in the Switzerland caves doing non-sense in their dreams… but in the same time his/her virtual fiancé will be on a date with their virtual fiancé… Hope you don't want to belong to a club that would have you for a member.

We tend to miss out on opportunities for falling in love if we don't feel good about ourselves, but we must not be the only earthlings to feel so…

Last but not least how does appearance factor affect falling in love?

If you are very revoltingly ugly, it can hurt you a lot in forming romantic relationships. However, being attractive doesn't help that much. [:P]

PS: Mom’s love, dogs love, etc do not fall under above said points…

Try to feel the goodness of words... :p

2008-02-22T06:54:00.003+05:30

No holes...

No pain...

No gain...

No surgery...

No hospitalisation.

What is this about??

BOTTOM LINE: Tigers don't change their stripes but meaning of a word does change according to ones imagination...

A matter padam with story and its effect... ROTFLOL!!

2008-02-17T07:48:00.005+05:30

The two mechanical youth fires of Anna University and one sexiest mama of meenakshi engineering college namely (A, B, C) came to my house one day probably by 8:30 P.M. Saw my entire collection of 300 and odd movies but got inspired by a movie called Intimacy. Since it was my friends DVD I asked them to make a copy of it in a pen drive. The story of the movie was about a failed London musician who happens to meet a woman once in a week for a series of intense sexual encounters to get away from the realities of life. But when he begins inquiring about her, it puts their relationship at risk. Only C had a pen drive and copied it too. Three of them had a fight for the pen drive. Then the two youth fires pleaded for the DVD since they were so desperate to watch it in a big screen so, I gave them ‘THE INTIMACY’. They went to A’s house for watching the movie at night thinking that it would add an effect to the movie. I think they probably started watching the movie by 11:30 P.M., imagine watching such films in 29 inch TV, everything in the movie is huge and the TV shows the movie in extra large size. Half hour went by then they heard a sound which didn’t bother them since they were into the movie. Male actors hand was over the female actors’ breast and by then A's grand ma came out and said...

[“Enna-thu idhu pi-da-ri-gala, mani pannandu aa-gu-thu, karu-mam karu-mam ethayo pathundu irukeengale, pincha serupale idikeren badava rascals”]

“What the hell is this, time is 12 and you people are watching some C grade A^A movies, ill beat you with torn slipper you rascals.”

A: [ paati nan venam nu sonnen ivangadhan ariva velathuko nu sonnange.]

Grand ma these guys only made me watch this movie, I said no to this movie but these guys asked me to sharpen my brain by watching this movie.

A’s grand ma took a broom stick and gave a clean strike over C’s butt, and poured bull shit which was in semi solid state over B’s face… C fell down while trying to jump over the gate by that time I too fell from the bed and realized that it was a dream… but I was laughing my ass out.

They came to my house for real and had a fight but I refused to give the DVD… hope this would have been the after effect if I had given…

To my valentine!

2008-02-14T10:09:00.002+05:30

The butterflies are a-flatter and the bees are a-buzz, when my lips met your love-beaded lips saint valentine remembered his kiss. Roses are red and blood flowing in me is also red, roses symbolise love and my blood flow symbolise your love. You are creamier than italian tiramisu, the chocolate fondue; the hottest chocolate I hav ever had. You are so creamy that even the famous gelato lost its identity. Your name is uniquely sculptured in my heart that even the finest sculpturer wasn't able to find the pulchritudinous strokes.

Serious note: Your sweet ‘poda & chi-po’ are better than your 1-4-3. He he!

World remains sweet when left alone but what I posses is the sweet itself-am never alone.

My virtual honey “y@#$%^a#$%^a@#$%^k#$%^v” is sweeter than the sweetest honey-love.

Happy valentine's day...

Why did that HR mam step out?

2008-02-01T22:48:00.001+05:30

Day 1

I got promotion from being a vetty-officer to someone who is decent enough to say “I got placed” or from being vetty to vele vetty. The company to which I was not preparing for but went to attend the aptitude test is/was a prestigious company, but I was not sure about the company’s name until I stepped into the bus which I nearly missed. Well, me along with my college mates went to a huge auditorium of SRM university; supposedly resembling fine silversmith's work, with enrichments derived from Classical, Gothic, Moorish, and Renaissance sources, extravagantly applied to the walls of late-Gothic buildings but had quite a bit of resemblance with modern architecture and generally unrelated to any expression of construction.

We directly had aptitude test which was an easy one, and then we had a heavy meal which was quite like a fighting buffet (both the genders included) with lot of pushing and pulling around. One of official/in charge out there started reading out the names of short listed candidates. Lot of names went by… I was sleeping in my chair without any expectations. Suddenly my name was called and my friends woke me up by “kottifying/knocking my head” me. I started squeezing my eyes and stretched myself, the whole crowd laughed at me. Then I went down stairs and took my seat after which we had a good presentation. Around 300 made to GD out of 2000 candidates.

In GD the topic given to us was “1 lakh car a boon or ban”. Being a mechanical guy I knew some valuable shit which others didn’t know about 1 lakh car which made me clear that round along with 2 others out of 15.

Day 2

An exaggerated preoccupation with the automobile book made me sick. I was jobless and I was doing a real innovative job by counting the number of PEE NUT shaped ones among the F-gender. Then I met Bharath one of my best friends of my old school days, I had a little chit-chat with him and had a little nap before attending the interview. I started dreaming, where I was driving a supersonic car at 11,000 km/hr until I saw a huge man with base ball bat hitting the gears which were directed towards me… when his baseball bat hit my cute supersonic car someone called me and I woke up.

I was sitting outside the interview hall and a guy from St. Joseph College came and said “mama biskothu” well I didn’t reject the offer made as my friend insisted me to have something. Later I went inside a hall comprising of several panels. I saw few wires unbuckled here and there on the ground, I chose my foot landings carefully and I uttered few mantras before meeting the interviewer. The moment I went inside a lady (was a brown beauty) stepped out (I thought… why is this damsel going out??), then I wished the gentleman who was rigid and parked my ass in the seat. He asked me questions for 40minutes which were like a piece of cake^-1.

One of the official’s from RENAULT NISSAN (R & D) called me the next morning and said I was selected and offer letter would be sent to your college. And also added… what sort of caller tune are you having, it is different! My pals would know how melodious my caller tune is… Hope the caller enjoyed as well.

[P.S: Three to four heart breaking girls were available, who also made through the process… looking forward for a good relation with everyone.[:P] He he!

But I’m still wondering about the exit of that HR mam when I came in…. :-(

HOT Stock Market crashes!

2008-01-23T07:17:00.000+05:30

Yesterday almost all sectors were red due to sudden dramatic decline of stock prices across a significant cross section of the stock market. Crashes are driven by panic as much as by underlying economic factors. As U.S. market crashed on Monday, the fear wave made the Asian market slip from the edge of the asphalt salt.

A prolonged period of rising stock prices and economic panglossianism, a market where P/E ratios (P/E = Stock Price / Earnings per share) exceed long term averages, and extensive use of margin debt and leverage by market participants.

For local share investors, financial horror has firmly set in as their wealth washes away. For retirees, their savings are shrinking as superannuation funds post huge losses. And the future is not bright in the world's biggest economy. While US markets were closed overnight for a holiday, US stock index futures were down sharply, suggesting investors were preparing to flee the US stock market when the market reopened.

As the shock wave shook the world with total loss of 20 * 10^12 rupees (20 lakh crore).

The local stock market collapse is the longest losing streak since January 1982 and yesterday was the All Ordinaries' worst day since this year’s fall began - wiping out all the huge gains of 2007.

THE LAW? Part-1

2008-01-17T17:19:00.000+05:30

We species have faced the frightening and terrorising fact that, we do not know who we are? What we must be doing and why? Where we must be going in this ocean of chaos?

It has been either our elders or the authorities who have tried to comfort us by bounding us inside a circumference of rules, regulations and orders.

Why did they do so?

Those rules or guidelines might have comforted the panel and people of that particular time line or their race. Rules have been framed with sheer self interest and not for the entire human hood but for the particular category. In order to think for yourself you must question the authorities who framed them, but unfortunately they aren’t alive.

What if a mass chunk of people aren’t comfortable with the existing rules and punishments for the crimes that are being committed?

Peel of a layer by BAD TOUCH echoed across the horizons…

India must be ashamed of itself for letting few incorrigible bastards who have molested women in the past to live freely and people supporting them and has created a disparaging remark on the people of this nation.

A Maharashtra politician commented on the issue of series of molestation…

Do not make this issue big, this is just an issue just like any other. No big deal in this.

Only if that politician’s wife or daughter is molested in public, he’ll come to know the degree of pain involved in molestation.

What sort of punishment can be given?

6 months of imprisonment/lifetime imprisonment?

Hang him in public/Shoot him in public?

A big NO to all above punishments… The punishment’s degree must be severe that one must even fear to think of committing the same.

Family planning must be done without using anesthesia and let them go. He must feel for what he did.

What if he does the same again?

He must be beaten to death by the victim and her family members; if they do not wish to do so then we can hang the molester.

Why should we be so harsh?

A person who lacks in self integrity, who does not respect the women hood or human kind and their feelings is not supposed to exist and also to avoid such slumber rooms in future.

Should the law be changed based on the victims plea and considering others safety?

Yes, it is not mandatory that the punishment which is stated above must only be given, any punishment which is in par with my punishment in terms of sinisterness or balefulness or the degree of harshness.

Will the law makers create or redefine the existing law?

They are damn selfish for their gender and fail to maintain the nation’s integrity.

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR!!

2007-12-29T08:21:00.000+05:30

It was a cold morning and the body required a light sweater. I peeped out of the window with the steaming cup of tea in my hand. I felt the selective transformation of cold breeze into the mystery laden mist. I had pretty dull vision of something which was fair, structured, and curvy at the window of the next door. The room was glowing with the light of a candle. The clothes of a girl were waving in the volatile breeze. I thought of communicating with that girl specie in the next door by waving my hand but, unfortunately a man suddenly unplugged the candle light... the bright white clothes of that girl was still partially visible. I sighed!

Then I gave up the silly look-over job. The following morning I saw the same, but the girl elicited little reaction. I was trying to be a vegetarian until a good-natured smile was witnessed by me in the lights of candle. I was unable to stay in a single position; I was in metastable state so as the light.

The next day, bright-eyed elderly man with great shocks of white hair left the next door; which created a chromatographic affinity towards the girl next door. My heart was pounding, hands started shaking, and legs trembled but managed myself to get into the next compound. It was a short-sleeved midday, the situation was brightly setup and the door was half closed.

After a small research I managed to gather the facts- historical, social, biological and climatic that will give you a feel of authenticity.

[BTW I was trying to make a new friend that’s all]

I unzipped the partially unzipped door and advanced inside in spite of the silence laden house. I heard a whisper which gave me a shining promise of making a new friend. I saw an element lying down in the hall and it was the bright white dupatta I happened to witness the day before. I smelled the scent of auspiciousness in the house :p. I moved over and saw the tops lying down in an unearthly fashion and the things were juggled. Suddenly I heard a sound... and it was coming right from the other room but, I know that it was made by a lizard which required a serious spray of black HIT!! Then I looked around the room and saw.... saw... SAW the girls pant. I thought it was really auspicious :p. The situation made me highly piquant, I advanced into the next bedroom and what I found was definitely not that girl instead her bra, my eyebrows raised high and knocked the partially opened bathroom door, I heard the sound of water flowing... I thought somebody was in there so called MAM (I was expecting someone to reply for that.) then.. SIR (seriously I didn’t expect anyone to reply for that) but nobody replied. Opened the door slowly and witnessed some 12 panties lying down ( I seriously counted them without any direct contact). There was another entrance through the bathroom, so I again the knocked and continued the process and yelling of Sir’s and Mam’s. I slowly opened the door (here slowly means the fastest way in which I can ever open the door :d) and what I SAAAAAW was a curvy, sexy, gorgeous or one of the sexiest siren I have ever witnessed in my lifetime. And... ... ... ... ... she was a model ... A female wax/plastic model. Gosh!! This was the one which I happened to see in those freezing early mornings; I presumed by witnessing the pulchritudinous features of that girl...err...wax toy... I was deserted the very moment... Suddenly I heard a voice... The man came back and asked...

MAN: What are you doing here? You belong to next door naa?

Me: I was looking for some girl...errs... (I stammered) I was trying to make new friends...

MAN: That’s great... me??

Me: Oh my god!! Definitely not you sir... (I started leaving his house in great hurry) but I still heard some sweet girl’s voice. I turned around and asked him in a terrible tone... do you have a girl in here?

MAN: What? I’m not of that kind...

Me: I saw a HOTT!! Real sexy girl at the next window... words from my mouth sputtered and coughed... I kept my eyes wide opened... and left the place...

[To my home :p]...

First day of my last semester...

2007-12-21T20:58:00.000+05:30

I was feeling restless on the day when the doors of the gaol opened again. Despite my best efforts at taking my sight off the same old junkyard of scarecrows; where they were standing right in front of the department which is considered as the most awful moment for a student entering into one’s department on the reopening day of bright and last semester in one’s college life.

I opted for the stairs which was the only option available; no butterflies, no birds, and no tender coconuts. As a matter of fact it was the heaven of Bachelor’s in their unique philosophy; next, to the shouts of what meaning such a bloody tragedy could have, I have to admit that I hardly touched err... spoke to a girl in our college.

I entered the class and sat down at the last desk (view point which mainly focuses MBA department) [:p], glum and disheartened.

Cling! Cling! Cling! The bell rang.... I asked myself “What now, Tolstoy?” Something was going on really wrong and it was a HOT black orang-utan that arrived, who suffers from psycho sexual disorder (If you ask my chap Saby you’d come to know more about it... :P) and started noting down the frequencies of our presence... Oh my god... Gosh! He was my so called pedagogue. I was let down, but I heard something which was like honey flowing into my ears... Noddle of our domain was kicked out of his seat, the old one doesn’t deserve to sit in that chair; not even for one trillionth of an atto second (10^-18 sec), I wonder how he got his doctorate. Hope the new one is good.

The next class began and it was a lady... lady... lady staff. She was gorgeous, curvy, fair, romantic...grr... it is not the looks I stress upon... She is far better than any other men staff... polite, gentle, fluent, in depth knowledge in subject and the way in which she moves with the students beats every other staff in 9:1 ratio(except for few). But conversation was easy to come by and so, experienced a spry in our class.

I was walking towards the bus faster with the hands inside the pockets. The usage of the word faster here in the most relaxed sense. I chose the demeanour- calm, quiet and introspective- did something to soothe my shattered self for worthless reasons which used to linger my mind quiet often. I parked my ass behind the girl’s seat and the seat before me was occupied by some insane girl and the one whom I didn’t like from the early days of college. But she had some pulchritudinous features :d. I have never been so close to her before, I tried hard clinging to the window but, she was a botanical garden with lot of curves who made me focus on her. But she belongs to someone else so am I. For the first time superabundant gush was such a shock that I became incoherent and my face collapsed (definitely not because of that girl but some other weird reason) and I fainted in the arms of nobody but on the window and finally managed myself to reach home.

Hi and bye!

2007-11-19T08:09:00.000+05:30

Hi and Bye are two powerful words which are used by the individuals in quotidian life and produces a fascinating conflict of emotions in most of us. By saying a ‘Hi’ to someone may hurt a few and blossom few, by saying ‘Bye’ to someone may hurt a few and blossom few.

Individuals enter into certain spicy relationships with great expectations by saying a big ‘Hi’ with a lot of sparkling enthusiasm inside them. Individuals tend to leave those relations after certain period by saying a small ‘Bye’ but a big one with a lot of reluctance… And try to focus on the things that happen in day to day life, but with a resignation that pretends to admit the changes in the individuals on either side who become temporarily/permanently non-existent.

I said Hi to someone and Bye to someone…

NOTE: Reverse engineering is not possible in this case unless otherwise a miracle happens…

All about my B-day bash!!

2007-11-03T11:19:00.001+05:30

When the digits changed to most significant digits in the calendar my day appeared… it was my b-day on 31^st of October… When the clock ticked 12:00 winds were blowing, heard the soothing sound of drizzle falling on the leaves, oole-ittu-fication of dogs, gentle ever-white dance by ghosts and that’s how my b-day began… I woke up suddenly when I heard a baby laughing… it was ma ringtone…

Went to Maha Kali temple near my house… then went to an irregular table lunch conference at Ganges along with 6 angry men, where I was totally damaged. Then I went to my girlfriend’s house where I received a lovely greeting, a wallet and a _____. Then I returned home after that, even before taking rest MAMASOFT’s gang arrived. First they tricked me with the gifts and gave a pair of VIKING- sleeveless white inner garment (baniyan)… I got frustrated…. Then balasubramaniyam member of MAMASOFT technologies sprayed snow spary on my face… then I was asked to wear party cap, in addition to parties, people often receive gifts on their birthday and what I got was… A cute puppy doll, johnson’s baby soap, spider man wall hanging sticker and transformers notebook stickers. Enna kodume idhu…

A birthday according to me is a special day for an individual, and so the person will often get special treatment from friends and family. This is especially true for a person like me who cannot wait for their own special day with some protection.

And then went for a reception in the late evening which I couldn’t regret…

Apart from all these I received a laptop and a mobile as a gift from my mom a month and half ago…

NOTE: I escaped from b-day bumps!! He He…

Marriage: the end point of misogyny!

2007-10-23T04:32:00.000+05:30

One may consider this topic as somewhat paradoxically the most negative selection among topics, but this again is another paradoxical statement. The more antipathetic one's position is in regards to misogyny, the larger the number of misogynists and the greater variety of attitudes and behaviors who fall into one's perception of "misogynist". This is, of course, the subject of much controversy and debate with opinions ranging widely as to the extent and breadth of misogyny in society.

If an individual is a misogynist will he happen to marry a girl??

Probably no, possibly yes… misogynists stay single lifelong.... do they??

Some misogynists do marry due to the internal pressure from family or due to external pressure from the society. Otherwise he doesn’t unless a miracle happens. A man needs some sort of relation with the human kind… if he happens to be a misogynist then he might sometimes opt for the next gender that is available that is why gay marriages are still into existence.

Can marriage really bring misogyny to end??

Probably yes, possibly no… An individual becomes a misogynist due to certain incidents that he experienced in his life, which might have lingered in his mind for a long period. If a feminine uses her anatomies and happen to influence that ‘HE’ who belong to her; by showering affection, care, love and project herself in the perspective/isometric view (in a unique manner) and show that all women are not the same and there are few good pieces available in the real world market. If she is able to prove that, then ‘HE’ might change from misogynist-HE to normal-HE…

American nuts!!

2007-10-20T08:49:00.000+05:30

I was rolling on the floor nd laughing ma ass out....

n-joy the show...

But why did Mr.Bush misinterpreted things??
1) He was watching his PA's tramp stamp..... lol
2) Slunky accent of Condoleeza Rice nd of course misapprehension of DA.BUSH....

Why people prefer to be in solitude?

2007-10-13T07:14:00.000+05:30

Forlornness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self. Opting for solitude in one’s life is not sin if it is for short span. Short term solitude is often valued as a time when one may work, think or rest without being disturbed. It may be desired for mental stability. Do not allow yourself to be imprisoned by any affection (friend or lover). Keep your solitude. The day, if it ever comes, when you are given true affection from the heart that synchronizes with yours, there will be no opposition between interior solitude and love-ship/friendship, quite the reverse. It is even by this infallible sign that you will recognize it. Until then don’t imprison yourself with the individuals who prick you with words...

It is in deep solitude that I find the gentleness with which I can truly love the individual or aggregate of individuals who deserves it. The more solitary I am the more affection I have for the particular individual or aggregate of individuals…. Solitude and silence teach me to love my brothers/sisters/any other for what they are (which nobody can change unless they change on their own), not for what they say.

What really blocks the exultant happiness in relationships, our creativity, and our peace of mind? One surprising answer, in this age of alienation/seclusion, is a lack of solitude.

Being alone for meaningful span is a powerful need and a necessary tonic in today's rapid-fire world. Indeed solitude actually helps us in maintaining the topology in a far richer way.

Whoomp!! It's the Vodafone live....

2007-10-10T07:39:00.000+05:30

I was googling my mobile and I tried to activate GPRS, but Vodafone's setting were already been saved, which was sent automatically by vodafone some time ago.

I tried connecting to the www and got the link. After surfing I disconnected my mobile from the internet and I was a bit ruffled and checked my balance.... But the balance was same... the next day I tried downloading some stuff and still my balance figures were same.

Asked my friend to check this out... It worked for my buddy too... but one my friends used same old HUTCH settings and he got screwed!

If you people want to access free internet then...

1. Download Vodafone's setting.
2. Set Vodafone live! As assess point.
3. Use free internet.

NOTE: This offer might not last long.

What was wrong with your mobile phone?

2007-10-02T11:05:00.000+05:30

One of my friends asked me this question…

Oh my GOD!! Tats’ a difficult one….

I had a sengal/brick which was otherwise known as Nokia 6600. It ruled some part of the mobile era… It made other black & white and some coloured models to sod the fuck off from the competition. Sometime later all the monologue morons with other models went for sengal. 6600 was one of the monsters of final fantasy. Sengal suffered a lot… I used to drop it at least twice a week and of course from varying heights… First its speaker got failed then the mike… then rectified both of them. Then base software got corrupted… rectified it too; then keypad and speaker got crumbled, partially rectified them… missed calls and other calls never got saved in ‘log’, used to speak only in ‘loud speaker’ mode (It is definitely a problem when you have a _____). Then one day even the 160 Mega pixel with 200x digital zoom camera failed Oops!! That was the final blow…. So thought of buying new one… how to sell this one, that too with hell a lot of problem! Umm… Priority guys are a bit clever. A brilliant quote (Poorviga are the dumbest mobile retailers in Chennai or across Asia or even the whole world) by my friend ‘KOTTAI’, who framed this some time ago was proved positive. Every shop I stepped in offered from 1000 to 2000 not even a pie more than that… The great poorviga offered 2500 bucks! Best among the shops I ever stepped in.

So finally got a new mobile – NOKIA N73 Music edition a.k.a “THE ROCK”

(As the name indicates it is quite heavier than 6600).

TICKLE YOUR FUNNY BONE!

2007-09-25T19:30:00.000+05:30

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