GOD IS BACK

Cricket is my Religion and Sachin is my God.Well u wud've seen all such banners when u go to watch a cricket match involving India.It's the same with me also and my God is back and he is back in spanking fashion.If anything was more eagerly awaited than Diwali it was Sachin's comeback.The way he has done it calls for some extra crackers n add to the pollution.But seriously it atleast calls for a Vodka.Wat 2 say about a man who has made ppl cry, laugh and when the ball misses the bat on those rare occasions it does the entire country is on the edge.He makes people like me to pray.Yes ladies and gentlemen Sachin is back n he is back with a bang.And as they say Ganguly's absence seems to be the icing on the cake.More than Sachin coming back or Rahul taking over I think it is ganguly's absence which seems to be the real fillip for this team.I hope it stays this way unlike those days where a Ganguly fart wud also make headlines.Each time a wicket fell the opposition bowlers wud be licking their lips in anticipation on wat is to come.I think Ganguly of late has contributed to other teams rather than his.It's not like the SMS jokes in which he leaves in a hurry.He jumps,cries,wails,shouts and happily consumes atleast 45 balls for those 20 runs of his.Agreed that he played a pivotal role in getting India back on track but it has come a whole cycle n it's time to step the rot.I think Atapatu might be cursing Rahul silently for not picking Saurav as he cud find himself in Ganguly's position if the current series is any indicator.

On the personal side it has been very disappointing as I have 9 days of leave and am not able to go 2 Chennai to meet my friends.Rain has really wreaked havoc in these parts.I think Hyd has taken the cue from Chennai and all trains are being cancelled or their travel time is long enuf to celebrate ur honeymoon.I think any newly married chicks take my advice and go for a trip to anywhere but it shud be thru Andhra.The cheapest way to celebrate honeymoon.Well take on look at this

Just have a look at the way the street has been completely inundated.That wud be a cool place to set up dinner.I dont know why it's always like this in India.Either it rains so heavy that u have to pee every hour or it doesnt rain at all n under the heat ur made to sweat.I guess this is the reason for goitre in the country.Excessive loss of salt-loss of Iodine.A poet gets disturbed by his surroundings.The same has happened with me.But even in b/w all this I can manage a small smile n sense of triumph.Thank you for the entertainment-Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.
signing off
Ashwin

one night @ the call center

Well u guessed it pretty right.I was waiting for this book and I had read somewere on the net that it wud be releasin on oct 25 ,so naturally I was surprised when I got a call from my friend saying that he has purchased it.There was such an urge in me,I dont think I'll have this sort of a drive even before my first night.But screw that guy who has building bridges,filling cement and screwing my mouth.Ya I was at the dentist and had to contain myself.Once the ordeal had finished I just Vroomed on my activa straight into Odyssey n got hold of my catch like a bounty hunter.

Just tell me how would u feel when ur dressed up like a king for the party of ur life and ur stuck in traffic due to rains and get drenched all over or better when ur peacefully reading The Hindu in the loo ur dad knocks bang on the door and ur peace is ruined.Sadly that's how I felt when I finished reading the book.I would thank my dad if he screamed at me for reading this at the loo.It starts of in brilliant fashion in the typical chetan bhagat way.Lots of crisp comments n crystal clear way of putting things and giving a definite dose of trying to peep into a woman's mind.All these were the characteristics of his previous book.They definitely are there here.The first 225 pages exactly to say present the reader a wonderful exhibtion of creative writing.But from then on no one exactly knows wat's happening around neither did he I suppose.People do have their beliefs but the climax was turned into something which Ramanand Sagar would have been proud of.I think Ekta Kapoor is already itching to make a movie n screw every Indian.Gosh a movie wud be better instead of a soap.It is a story about 6 people working in a call centre their struggle,their ambition,their helplessness everything brilliantly told .I just wish those 40 pages werent there.Making a movie were everything is shown in frames n were one scene co-relates to another like Pulp Fiction and any of Mani Rathnam's movies is in itself a great art of telling a story.And imagine to write in suuch a fashion.It's almost unbelievable.It seems to come so naturally to him.He has got such control over his craft.Anyways I dont want to tell anything more n spoil ur mood.U ppl must be already cursing me n some might have already thought of crucifying me but it's definitely worth a read the first 224 pages.Well after that it's upto u.Anyways do read n temme how it is.And dont forget my blogs in between all this.
signing off
ashwin

FAMILY O MELODRAMA!

Today was a real nice day .No office,but like a fool woke up early to realise it was a saturday n returned to my slumber n happily woke up at 10.My dad asked me 2 do a strange thing today.I was asked to attend the parent teacher meeting at my bro's school.I always wanted to have a look at his school-Little Flower Junior College n yaa I was damn happy to speak the typical elder brother style.He was throwin such looks at me for screwing him there.I still remember these happenings wen I was at school.Ok Ok I wont get bak 2 school.But I definitely have to speak about my family tree.I was thinkin about something to write,then it struck me y dont I continue the nomenclature part of my story.

Anyone who doesnt know my roots just scroll down n u'll find one blog on Initial.Yaa my dad's birth place was Thiruvaiyaru.A quite village with no roads n limited electricity near Tanjore.Well it has a changed a bit u have roads,by roads I mean Roads between pitholes.So anyone wanting to test their driving skills r welcome.But yaa as the climate started to get hot here my mom wud punish us by taking us every summer to Chennai.Chennai is a place were u sweat more than u pee.My mom's famiy was a moderate one with she being the eldest n 3 bro's n a sis to follow.I still remember making my uncle mad every time to take me 2 exhibition,rajnikanth movie and ofcourse beach.Thinking about all that god I cannot imagine the things I have done eating everyone's brain out.Man children r very cute n I love playing with them but 2 think if in future I add to this small population by some numbers n they all turned out 2 be more worse than me.whoa.Tha's 2 much 2 think of.I loved going out on walks with my grandpa.He got me Matka Kulfi always.He was the only person who cud tolerate me even though I named him appu-It was the elephant which was the symbol of Asian game which took place at New Delhi in 1987 I think.Come every summer my mom dragged me along with her and v used to cover the length and breadth of Tamilnadu.

My dad's family was a big one.They were a total of 7.I shud say 5 now.Couple of them have ceased to exist.But yaa they were n are a typical brahmin household u can find.Every year I used to go 2 my village my uncle wud b thrilled to c me.It was a typical village u cud find ppl shitting on the roads n if u knew them they wud coolly even say a hi to u.Most of the morning was spent in sitting before puja n praying n stuff.There never was a shortage of sound at that place.All my cousins wud b there n I as usual was the only person playin spoilsport always.Every year at that place u had a festival called SAPTHASTHANAM .For around 10 days the place wud be very colourful with ppl pulling big chariots all around the village.I loved the elephant rides there.But whoever wants to try that be careful wear pants not shorts 'cos the elephant's hair wud poke u right into ur crotch.Many a time have I been a victim of the elephant crotch syndrome.OOH I shudnt be sayin all this god knows wat the girls r thinking about me now.The best thing was the foos there.U name the variety u wud find it.And another thing was all my uncles names ended with an "AN".Even my dad's.Now this has nothing to do with ANNIYAN.I always loved munching the Black halwa which was sold for 25p n the THEN MITAAY meaning honey chocolate.And anoher thing common there was Paneer Soda.Not many at Hyd know of the existance of such a drink.No its definitely not better than Vodka but its a worth a gulp at the cost of a BACKFIRE.And I forgot to mention it, I used to look so handsome those days no braces around,wearing shorts smaller than the one's Saif wears n hair like Fido Dido.Anyways that was a bit about my native place n a bit about my family.Drop in ur comments as u always have.
signing off
ashwin
P.S.:I got my passport and u know wats my name there ASHIWIN SUNDAR THIRUVAIYARU.Now will anyone tell me wat shud I do to correct this.

GOLU

Well this was the blog I had been waiting to put up for quite some time.Eagerness to blog is directly proportional to joblessness.But I dint blog for a week or so in the middle that doesnt mean all my sweat and blood had dried up but as I had mentioned before it was due to BSNL'S outstanding dial up connection that I cudnt put up this blog.Hurrah broadband has atlast arrived at home.But even then it's just like the Indian cricket team ,whoever be the captain we would be proud losers.It took me 30 min to upload this 2Mb foto.But I hope this is a new start as far as my net connection is concerned.

All of u can c the foto I guess unless ur naturally blind like me.Anyways that is wat the tamilians call golu.Every year during the festival of Navaratri it is a tradition for many tamilians esp. Brahmins to put up everything they have ,mainly dolls in a series of steps.As the tradition goes it shud be only in odd numbers starting from 3.It goes upto 15.Again the no of steps put is directly proportional to the joblessness of the women in the Brahmin household.U must have got a faint idea as to wat my mom must be doin now.This year it was pretty small only 5 steps.Generally she is around the inverted nose mark-Seven.But as u can c my mom is a real businesswoman.The first thing u'll notice wen u c the foto is Tupperware.In this way she has managed to pump up her sales during these 10 days in the pretext of calling all women for golu.But anyways she does her creativity take all forms during these 10 days.U can c that chariot on the extreme left corner yup that was her creation.And on the floor she has created a park n sows some seeds also in them n they on constant watering blossom into some plant not yet known to biologists.It grows only at Flat no.403.But it tastes pretty ok.My mom remains busy most of the time,so wenever I am hungry I jus go n graze around there.

The best thing about Navaratri is supposed to be Dandiya.Being a Tamilian I have the pleasure of seeing many b'ful aunties n their more b'ful daughters fill my home with their presence.And I make sure that I am there at home gawking at them.Hmmm coming to Dandiya.The first time I managed to shrug off my social inhibitions n hit the dance floor was wen I was in 9th.I had gone to some Gujarati samaj for Dandiya n wow at that age were every female looks b'ful ,it was Ashwin In Wonderland.Lots of Gujarati Pottis doing the hip n the hop.And so immediately I jumped into the cordon and started to use the sticks as if they were lathis in a policeman's hand.And ya at some time I was bound to make contact ,no not with the sticks but on some female.I swung them with all my might only to find them go n strike a woman in her mid 40's straight on her forehead.She gave me a look which matched that of a person who hasnt done her motions for atleast 10 days.And as it happens wen a woman is hurt the manliness in every man comes to the fore.I was asked 2 leave unceremoniously by a man who resembled a sewage cleaner.Alas that was it I had to back out n after that the next chance I got to make amends was at Aurangabad again but this time my dad n mom were around so I behave d like a good boy and made the exit.

I was jus praying for one for more chance jus like the way Saurav is doin now for a place in the team n yo after 5 years it fell staright into my lap.There was this Dandiya dhamaal at my office.After hours of hard work one needed this.N I was shocked wen I saw that the entire corporate strength were trying to squeeze themselves onto a small ground.As fast as relief items disappearing during an earthquake,the sticks for dancing were gone.And as usual pride wounded I was watching silently as many ppl were forging relations n having a ball.Alas I thought it wud be a DIL HI DIL MEIN or better said Kadhalar Dhinam in Tamil were me the hero dancing like the wind wud find a heroine, if not Sonali atleast a Munniamma.But am not jealous of that guy kunal.Guys like him can find gals like Sonali only on the net.But as the event proceeded it seemed like a buffalo bathing exercise rather than dandiya n the DJ was doin one f***** up job of playin balle balle mundiya soniya stuff.But I had to prove to the world even I was a Homosapien made of blood a.k.a Nirmal Shekar.So I let my social side dominate n there I was dancing like Shammi Kapoor, my bellowy hair cutting thru everyone.Due to subdued body movements and an increasing waistline I was damn tired n wat did I achieve doin all this in the end?I puked everything 'cos I jumped so much and wasted 72 bucks on an auto to take me home.Well someone plzz teach me Dandiyaa.
signing off
ashwin

ISKOOL

Well I donno the exact term for wat I am gonna say.No it isnt Writer's Bloc.The thing is I have a topic n I have the necessary resources also for putting up another stupid blog.But the lesser I speak about BSNL dial up connection the better I think it wud be.So after desparately putting lots of man hours over the last week on sendin a mail via BSNl I have given up n given up the topic too.The only thing which would be resolved in a flash was LOGOUT.I donno how did that happen.So after cursing my system,BSNl connection n my stupidness at not even having winzip and proudly working on a system which boasts of having windows98 I took my mind off n went to attend a dance program.U guessed it right, yes I put up another splendid show of Ignorance.It was a dance program performed by my friends sister.N yo like an expert I announced in a calm way-she dances Bharatnatyam very well.My friend gave me one of his SHUT UR MOUTH looks n told me that it was Kuchipudi.Well wat the hell,I dint find a difference nor can I, it's like asking a Musquito to bite correctly on ur ass.None the less I got bored as I usually do n got into a conversation with one of my junior who studied at my school.

Hmmm my journey towards attaining wisdom started at the age of 3 when I was put into a school called Cluny.I remember as a kid, finger in my mouth catching hold of my mom's pallu I went crying to school.But whoa I stopped crying immediately when a girl called Rosy came n sat next 2 me n started to speak 2 me.That was the only time I think in my life had a girl volunteered to sit beside me leave alone talking.After that it was like a seesaw, the moment I went and sat beside a female yo she wud pop out.Guess it was my sweat.Even now I think it is.And after that I entered into a reallly reputed school which boasted of having 2 branches.I was in the branch which cud support only till 5th std.But I fell so much in love with that school that I tried my level best to flunk in my 5th grade.But fate had it's say and I was promoted.The thing I hated 2 go to the other school was it ,was lying in some jungle and access to that jungle was only by school bus which wud arrive sharply at 7:00 in the morning to disturb my wet dreams.Yaa I had realised by then that other than trees n buildings there was soemthing called girls to look at.Although telling it in public in school was considered a sin.The moment I got down from the bus I cud hear a bee buzzing in my ear.No it was my HM who had slapped me for pushing another guy while getting down. I was thrilled at seeing a huge campus where I cud run around without the fear of my shorts fallin down or being pulled by someone else.In 1 month itself I was made class monitor.Class monitor is a psycho who derives pleasure seeing his fellow mates beaten up for no good reason.Talkin loudly,eatin during class,talkin2 girls-How dare he do that wen I myself didnt.Anything u cud find like eating with others spoon,giving wrong answers wen teacher asks something,the class monitor has to make a note down n the more he collects the more pleasure.In between all this the biggest sin of them all was giving shakehand 2 a girl.It wud bring down a fatwa.All the class boys were united on this front n the person involved in such activities were shunned from the boys community.Obvious the girls also wudnt accept him so poor guy was left somewere in the middle.

Another thing about school was each one tryin to impress the teacher in the hope that u wud be awarded more marks n someday wud land up as some house captain.But all that dreams were shattered wen my teachers drove home the point that I wasnt born for studying n getting marks.N the parent teacher meeting wud ignite the psychic intent of every teacher.I cud see the burning desire in every teacher of myn.They were vociferous in their attacks against me n my dad wud coolly nod his head n take me home.We wud laugh over their musings.The name of my school was D.A.V. Public ISKOOL that was the way the cleaners wud pronounce it.V had a peculiar way of speakin at skool "Arre chimping,Oh shining" all this was used wen someone wore a new dress or got a new scale anything new even a new GF.And the biggest bad words at skool were ur bummm,ur penn.The stress is on m and n.V loved playin KhoKho at skool.Y we loved it was most of the times girls n boys used to play it together n v wud kick the girls as hard as v cud n shout "Kho".That was the only occasion were u cud a touch a girl without thinking n blinking twice.The worst time to be at shool was during Raakhi.Girls all of a sudden would surround u like bees n in the most pleasin manner tie it n go away.There were 4 groups in my skool.No I wont tell their names u'll curse me even more .As usual I tried hard but always won only the participating certificate.But as we started to grow there were lessons in biology which started to interest us.Girls wud ask for combined study on such topics 'cos they dint understand anything.And the social reformers that v were v taught them everythig v knew.Everyone was happy n enlightened n the wisdom of Ashwin T Sundar was spreadin like wild fire.The most poplular thing at that time was @jokes.N yo I had a repository of them thanks to my sardar flatmate.Everyone blossomed from buds to flowers during the excursion which marked a turning moment in many a career.V were face to face with the teachers n all the boys n girls together created a cozy atmosphere n yo @jokes flyin all over.V sure flunked our exams due to the enthu generated by them.But all in all it was a memorable experience.My skool was my first love.There is a felling of nostalagia running thru u wen u think about ur skool.Desparately dying to have another go at skool life.Signin off.
ashwin

WOW HYDERABAD

After staying for 4 years at a hostel,I did not know whether I missed my home or Hyderabad more.But as Joseph Keller pointed out there's a catch in everything.I definitely missed home but I had mixed feelings about the city where I was brought up into a fine individual coupled with power of writing blogs which wud test the limit of stupidity.Ya everything about this place fascinates me be it the cobbler at charminar or the S/W nerd at Hitec city.Alas this isnt Aamchi Mumbai where I cud've given a Ramgopal Varma start "Yeh sheher kabhi sotha hi nahin".Well I cant say something like that but any blog without a description of this fascinating place wud be incomplete.So let me move on.

Hyderabad was the gift of the Nizams.No it wasnt that they donated it as such to India.They built it to suit their own wishes n voila Hyderabad was born.The capital of the state of Andhra Pradesh, Hyderabad is the fifth largest city in India with an ancient civilisation and culture.Ok I'll cut the crap everywhere u find this rich in culture,every city has it's own civilisation blah blah.The rate at which it's growin it mite overtake other cities in terms of size due to the ever increasing inflow of s/w nerds.U have more S/W cos here than hospitals that's the reason U c all hospitals crowded here. N it is divided by 1 big really big swimming pool n the other side is called secunderabad it's twin.I really donno the concept of twins neither the geographic one nor the biological one.The only thing similar wud be people spitting paan n lots of traffic n Chai dukaans.Well u can find out a Hyderabadi even from a milling crowd.Here is wat u need to look at:
1.Paan in mouth n spitting it all around him sometimes even on him
2.Cleaning his mouth with Irani chai
3.Whenever he opens his mouth u wud find a "NAKO" comin out
Irani chai is a must for any true Hyderabadi.At no two places does the tea taste the same. And at no one place does the tea taste different. Well wat the hell no one here knows how Irani chai actually tastes like to tell the truth.Each one says his is the original,another sign u can use to trace a Hyderabadi.Well do tell me if u find the real one.N I forgot 2 mention that swimming pool is called Hussain Sagar.It's basically a collection of all the sewage in the city.U can find Buffaloes havin a cool bath n every Dhobi's life depends on this lake.It has got also lots of mud,clay,paint courtesy the Ganesh Immersion.N I forgot a bit of water.N the coolest thing about the people here is every attraction is on this lake.Even Lord Buddha hasnt been spared.U have boating ,surfing,parasailing all on this wonderfully clean place smelling better than a collection of Public toilets.Heard there's a theme park gonna come up on it's shore.I cant wait to bath in it's waters.The latest attraction has been the IMAX opposite to the lake.It started of with fanfare but now has became a huge public toilet with scores of ppl comin in for the AC.N ya u have necklace road beside the lake runnin around 8km n yaa wonderful place in the evening lots a musquitoes,nice smell around,lots a girls n u have hotels there which give u a gr8 view of all the sewage around.

One more thing u cant miss here are the Bus Drivers.5 yrs they were criticised for stoppin the bus even when someone scratched their hair on the road now it seems it's their turn .They do everything to kill u.U neednt climb a roller coaster to find out wat I am tellin.Jus climb the buses here at peak hours u'll have a whale of a time.N the Autowallas r pretty ok here except that they r mostly drunk n u can hear "Maikyo***" often from thier mouth.N the good thing is they use their Meters but recently Chennai's influence has been rubbing off on tehse guys as well.Well well how cud I ever forget this.Telugu Movies.If ever u wanted to c all the colour combinations jus have a look at the heroes here.Pink shirt n a purple pant or better Yellow shirt n red pants.Wow that shud be some captivating watching.Everything is a hit here.All u need to do is associate urself with some actor in someway.Even posing as a illegal child wud do the trick.Next step get Trisha to act in the movie definitely with clothes,songs u neednt worry anything wud do any sharma,prasad anyone wud be enuf no Mozart needed to please ppl here.Lots of gaalis n fights n yo u end up with a perfect recipe.I'll give u an eg.The movie name is Balu abcdef.Can any rational humanbeing guess wat the hell that is?A Boy Can Do Everything For Girl.Now u get the picture I guess.N the best thing is all the heroines wud be from the north even Iran that far.As far as physique is concerned no body n all required more flab wud help.

N u have the Birla Mandir a beautiful piece of architecture.Lots of marble stones cool n shiny n provides a Gr8 view from the top in case u willing to.Lots of nice gods present to pray.More the no of Gods more does one's wishes grow.All in all it's a nice wishing place.N u have the majestic Golconda Fort.It's really huge huger even then Andrew Flintoff.U need to be at top physical condition if ur plannin to visit the fort.Heard that's the reason y Laxman doesnt come here.Well u have around 700 god knows how many steps to climb.Kids wud really love it there for the history out there.The best thing about that king was he had uncountable no of wives.N so u can imagine how many children.No wonder India's population started to grow dramatically in the 17th century.It's highest point at Hyderabad U can c literally everything from the top.If ur as blind as me or u've got a power of something of the order of -5 then it's a critical waste of time.Then u have the film city.Once u have a look at that u'll know the power of money.I think it's as big as the moon lots of attractions enuf to kill a lazy guy.The only problem is Indian film makers do not like anything that's good n innovative so this has been used more for tourist rather than for shooting purposes.

Then u have the Musi river n the only good thing about it is,it isnt smelly like Chennai's Cuvam.A river it's called but u wud hardly find water in it.Then there's wat people call still the real Hyderabad-Charminar.It's a beautiful monument with 4 towers lookin on all directions n once u get into it it's no more b'ful only pigeoon shit can u smell.It has the famous Mecca masjid behind it.Mostly populated by the Muslim community it has sadly caught the eye for riots,spoiling the region's very own charm.But tourists neednt worry it doesnt take place often mebbe once in 6 months.Name the thing n u wud find it there.Antyhting from Peshawari Suits to the famous Hyderabadi Pearls u can lay ur hands on it.U have the Madina Haleem which is available in the month of Ramzan.Unfortunately being the vegetarian I havent been able to taste the essence of Hyderabad - The Hyderabadi Biriyani.It has become so famous that it has been sold everywhere on the same name.N then u have the railway stations which r famous for the Eunuchs n the Imbliban Bus stand known more for pinchin asses syndrome - pick pocket.N then u have all these s/w cos huge ones all of them in a single area.U can find me there.There's no beach here so they r plannin to get one half of marina into hyderabad.Land has been already allocated n they say the plan is to throw stones into marina so that they can divert it one day here.Real ambitious one.Mebbe I cud never eat the Biriyani here but u must taste Gokul chat here if ur a real hogger.Ppl dont mind u eating as long as u dont fart on their faces.So crazy are ppl here for the food here n u have the kolhapuri's here which wud lend a royal image to ur legs.It is the land of the Azharuddins,Laxmans,Sanias,Gopichands n so many more not gettin any more yaa it's comin urs truly.Well wat ever be the changes around this place one thing definitely hasnt changed Hyderabad Rocks.
P.S:I may have missed out many things that's 'cos this blog was already gettin huge.Plzz do comment as u always have.
ashwin

A FOOL

Seeing her walk across the road
I saw those eyes glance furtively at me
Surprised was I by the intensity of her look
That I thought her face would be descriptive enough to fill in a book

Days passed by and I always caught that glance
Furtive and strange,her demeanour always threw me in a trance
I was dying to see that face behind that veil
Marching forward I asked her what is in there that u arent willing to reveal?

Acting as busy as a bee she ignored me and left the place
To my horror she called 2 policemen & saw her finger point at my face
They looked like bears and I dint even know how to climb a tree
Oh no wat was happening,I was almost about to pee

Then I could feel a hard hand touch me & shake me up
I woke up with a start only to c my dad stooping over his customary tea cup
Bursting out into a laugh I wiped off my drool
And then realised a fool always remains a fool

ECLIPSED

"12:30 ki Apparama Onnum Saapidadhe,Purinjidha".Those were the exact words my mom uttered when I left home for office.It means Do Not Eat Anythin After 12:30.Well wat do I tell,today seems to be a lunar eclipse or something n my mom is pretty strict about such things.She has been saying these words since yesterday.I remember the first blog I had written here.It was about college life esp. hostel life n stuff.The reason I started to write was out of sheer frustration.I needed an emotional outlet.I wanted a place where I cud say what I felt n put things in my perspective n the best thing was I was not saying all this 2 myself.I felt I was discussing it with people around.It was not a diary entry that I was making.The frustration in me seemed to have orchestrated to such levels that I started to write pretty frequently.

A frustrated soul can think in so many ways I've found that.There is that anger which stems from within which only U can feel.It has become a sort of a phenomenon I guess with me.Everything I saw ,I felt,I heard all of them seemed to increase the frustration.The nature of politics,the Indian team not doing well,rains,droughts,death,communal riots,shops opening late closing early,the barber cutting more hair than I wanted him to,breaking a pimple while combing my hair,my braces,continous usage of Alt+Ctrl+Del n god knows many more.With passage of time Frustration seethed in more due to the reason - none to inspire me nor cud I inspire somebody.There was a useless good for nothing feeling building up n growing like a cancer inside me.But yesterday seemed to cure me of everything.I felt I had taken re-birth again.It was the perfect start to the day.As u know it was a Sunday n to my happiness I had got up late after sleepin early.I needed this I guess.By the time I brushed my teeth n seated myself in the sofa it was 10:00.

It was then that the sunday magazine of THE HINDU caught my eye.I am a guy who wud first read the sports page n then read anythin else.But yesterday I got hold of the magazine n saw what had caught my eye.It was an article on Gandhi.It was october 2 his birthday I shud've expected something to appear in the newspaper about him but I was surprised when I had a look.There was a staue of his clad in his customary dothi but the thing was it was in the heart of Atlanta.It was situated in the Martin Luther history museum.I was always an admirer of people who could provoke such mass reactions among people.Rajnikanth,Kamal,MGR,Amitabh,Sachin to name a few.But I even admired another man who cud provoke such a reaction which even all the people which I have mentioned above together wudnt be able to manage.Yes am talkin about Gandhi.I was never a believer of his ideals nor worshipped him.Nor that I do now.There was admiration for the way he carried himself n asked others also to carry themselves in any situation.Onle line in that article which left my heart pounding was "Oh,was he the guy who took on the might of the British Empire?".
It reminded me of the last scene from one of my favourite movies "Hey Ram" where the crowd tries to attack Ghodse after he killed Gandhi even U can c Kamal having a go at his pistol.But at that moment Om Puri stops everyone saying this is the time to prove ourselves by not indulging in any violence against Ghodse.Well that sums up the man as a whole.

N after reading all that I felt numb n I found myself watching SWADES another gr8 movie.Some of the scenes in the movie really tug at ur heart.And as if the icing on the cake I got hold of Illayaraja's Thiruvasagam.I have heard the songs once but yesterday after Swades I took a patient hearing of it n yo there was I at another level.Though I dint understand much I cud feel an elevated sense of happiness.A man with no music knowledge wat so ever today with the help of the best sound engineers in the world has given shape to a grand symphony.The best thing about it was it was done by an Indian.Wat was I waiting for all these days?Wat was I searching and Where was I looking for it?There was an overwhelming sense of shame in me which had replaced all the frustration.The statement "Oh,was he the guy who took on the might of the British Empire?" was made by an some American if not many.The shame was I needed someone from some other country to tell me "Why all the frustration when u urself are to blame?".The fact is that V have totally been totally eclipsed from seeing the light.When v ourselves have forgotten people who made our country proud then where do v go.Y do i c only depression,Y have I forgotten people who inspired a whole generation,Y r their ideals no longer alive.Well yesterday I made a honest admission -Never blame,Try to do it urself.I have been tryin to look for inspiration outside when all I had to do was peep inside.The frustration was just a mask for not looking inside an excuse to blame others.Well am very happy 'cos am feeling again what I hadnt been feeling for quite some time "PROUD TO BE AN INDIAN!".

And on a lighter note I saw someone had put up a comment asking wat "Cogito Ergo Cum".Well if anyone thought it is some Rocket Science am sorry it's a just an ugly remake of a very old cliche.The actual saying is Cogito Ergo Sum which means I think,Therefore I am.It was made by the famous mathematician and philosopher Rene Descartes.With help from my friend Avinash and the net I arrived at this title.N I neednt explain wat cum is or do I need to?So there was the title.
cyaa ashwin

GOING MOBILE!

Well my creativity seems to be at it's lowest ebb.I have started to look at the owl as a thing of beauty.just kidding.But seriously speaking I wasnt in any mood to blog.It was not running out of topics, just that I felt I was working too much.He He.The most important contribution of Modern Science to the mankind has been the discovery of the MOBILE phone.Well I must put it as the 2nd most important one.For me the first one will always remain the condom.But none of us can ignore the fact that the Mobile culture is growing on us even on Mohinder Amarnath who became famous for sayin I have only a lap not a laptop when asked about his technical expertise for holding the post of Indian coach.Well he sure does hold a Mobile I saw that for sure.

But the point is not only Amarnath but everyone seems to be having one.Even I have one for the record.It has just made it's presence omnipotent,especially in the Student community.
U'll c a guy or a gal from college coming to write an exam without a pen but not without an mobile.Now everyone knows y they do that.Saw MunnaBhai rite.A mobile is mightier than the word.U have all sorts of these moblies lightweight,heavy,feather weight even my weight.My dad used to hold one, that oldest phone which even Adam wud've desisted from using.He held that as if it were an MBE but due to increasing resistance within the family he disposed it and he took another one.Me n my dad r not tech savvy people but even in the hands of such people ur getting used to c a mobile.N my mobile even has a torch.Wat do i do with that?Find treasures in my mouth I guess which is aleady brimming with cement n holes.I have a bsnl phone at home.It acts even as a mobile.Simple,the moment u lift the reciever the cord which attaches the reciever n the phone comes out n ur left speakin 2 urself.

U can listen 2 a song,record ur own voice,watch movies,surf on the net,play 3D games god wat n wat not.But all this doesnt seem to satisfy the Delhi guy n yo he uses the other option MMS n well look wat's happened.That's the flip side.But the most irritating thing about the mobile is the SMS 'cos even I fell a prey for it.Not anymore 'cos am bak to Hyderabad where instead of sendin sms I cud've a decent lunch.Chennai is the place to be in if u want to have the real benefit of a cell phone.U have every scheme there pay n dont use,pay n useless,paymore useless,dont pay dont use name the crap u'll get it.All the couples at my college used to get themselves an add on card.N as usual the guy had to make the purchase n the add on was his sweety.N u cud speak on it for hours no billing.This became popular among staff also guy gettin the female teacher an add on card.Hey he was learning his tuitions.And the sms schemes dont ask it's free.A recent survey conducted by a reputed institution has indicated that due to free SMS married couples have stopped talkin 2 each other.
here's an eg:
HUSBAND:can v lay down the foundation for having children tonight?
WIFE:Y nite now itself jus come down to the kitchen naa,it's only a 300 Sq. foot walk from ur study.
Well well if they r so lazy I donno how Chennai still contributes in a handsome way to the Indian cause.V'll dig into that some other day.

But the worst thing is neither can u throw it away nor live peacefully with it.It's like ur drafter.
Drafter remember engg.drawing 1 year hmmm. Real pain in the d ass wasnt it.Fortunately I never had a Mobile when I was at college. Simple hostels r known for the grand ways in which ur things cud be stolen.U had a gang even better than Daniel Ocean's.Due to such gangs, my friends I have seen always ended up cursing everyone n Mobiles were first on their hit list.Do not think am too intelligent I lost Money if not a mobile.My friend had a brand bew 6600 which is broader than me n whoa he lost a whopping 14k on that.Add to that the new one he has got now 16k.Thankfully due to the curse of the devil he has completed his engg.N u can judge a person just by the way he is glued to his mobile.An even more efficient speed is to loook at the way his messages fly.
CASE 1:slow enuf for u to have a tea,eyes searching for the keys,poor guy doesnt know about the dictionary,gives up n asks u 2 type the message.Such guys generally loose their GF'S.
CASE2:is getting used to the dictionary is embedding all the bad words he knows into it.Has time only 2 scratch his ass wen he's hooked up.
CASE3:Well these r the SMS nerds.U have one look at them it wud be like watching a tennis match from the side rows.Eyes wud be moving faster n more faster n the fingers matching them frame 2 frame.Most likely to abuse u if disturbed.
CASE4:Well these r the people who give u a complex.Tell u that ur fit for nothing n that title wud be added to u disgracefully even
in the field of SMS.These r the kind who say "Hi machan" wave to u with their left hand offer u a smile.Well wat's wrong about them then?The thing is they wud be typing an SMS actually n act like speakin to u.Jerks is the only word I can find for those kinda people.I have seen many of my friends having twisted their necks havin a sour ass n broken nails,butter fingers,aching limbs.Achin limbs well my hostel dint have western toilets.Well all this is due
to the different poses they find themselves in while typing a message.People have started to use it even in the bathrooms just
to prove that even they work.Not only here but even Rahul,Saurav,sehwag,Sachin all of these n many more have been used to woo people n they have been a part of the network fights.Well Saurav again seems to be an exception.Due to his exemplary performance in the recent past he has been asked to step down n take care only of pre-paid duties.Post paid I heard mite land up with Greg.

And now it isnt hep to have earphones plugged to ur ears while driving no more OH HUMDUM SUNIYO RE.U can c a guy his ass wud be on the seat n his head wud be tilted so far towards the left u cud cut his hair n go.Yes ofcourse he wud speakin on his mobile.N the thing which makes me sick r these ringtones.Each time I hear to a sound buzzing I think it's my phone n VOILA my hand goes below I mean it's in my pant pocket.I have become so sensitive to these sounds that even a cockroach farting seems to be a ringtone n off my hands go down.If the same trend continues ppl will start doubtin if I have piles.And as if all this was not enuf udesparately pick ur mobile n make a call .One of the rare occurances.The best thing about my Dad havin a mobile is I can give him a missed call.Ya coming back to the point u pik ur phone dial ur friends no n wat do u hear "MANGAL MANGAL".This is the last nail in the coffin according to me u call to talk ur friend n all u hear is someone barking.Sorry that song is pretty good but imagine if someone has "AASHIQ BANAYAA AASHIQ BANAYAA" .Wat does ur friend do?He doent pik up the phone for a couple a minutes n ur left to rut in hell.N then he asks "GAANA MAST THA NA".Shit I am gettin a ring on my mobile ya am sure it's my mobile got 2 answer it or else at the ohter end "DIL CHAHTA HAI"
cyaa n happy weekend.
ashwin

A SILENT PRAYER

Stumps shattered and a dejected look
He trudged out slowly his head a slinging motion
Everyone thought the cause for his dejection was his dismissal
But only he knew the reason as he was headin on a war path just like a corporal

Deep down he heard a rumble and something was eating him away
The problem started when he expressed his feelings in the reeling heat of may
I asked him what did she say?
He said "Due to something called RELIGION I have to pay"

And today he tells me he has asked her for the Nth time
But all he got was Tresspasing one's religion is an unpardonable crime
To date she has remained his true friend
But he cannot accept this and is desparate not to reach THE END

An Idiot was he made by people whom he thought were his friends
Wiser now he is realising some of them were fiends
Scared he is to think about the future
For the possibility of her marriage is giving him a torture

Dreadful have been his thoughts as he calls himself a Lunatic
But to rise like the Phoenix has always been his characteristic
Hope my friend breaks barriers - Religion and higher
The Atheist that I am I offer a silent prayer

KAAPI OR CAPPUCINO?

The history and development of the beverage that we know as coffee is varied and interesting, involving chance occurrences, political intrigue, and the pursuit of wealth and power.Looks like the start u get in History Channel.According to one story, the effect of coffee beans on behavior was noticed by a sheep herder from Caffa Ethopia .He had noticed that his sheep became hyperactive after eating the red cherries and another legend gives us the name for coffee or "mocha" not anyway related to Mochi that shoe shop where u wud've to sell ur house to get a pair of shoes.By the way Mocha was the name of the town. The Turks were the first country to adopt it as a drink, often adding spices such as clove, cinnamon, cardamom to the brew.Turkish law makes it legal for a woman to divorce her husband if he fail to provide her with her daily quota of coffee. It was much later introduced in Arabia where it was gaurded as if it were some military plans.Coffee was believed by some Christians to be the devil's drink.It has another tale to it.The beans was boiled n drunk by Arab traders n they called it "QAWAH" .Anyone who has seen Mission Kashmir will agree with me.

Then it made it's way around to Italy were it was even Baptized by the then Pope.The Dutch become the first to transport and cultivate coffee commercially, in Ceylon and in their East Indian colony - Java, source of the brew's nickname.For all those s/w nerds it isnt the Java which u think.In Germany the derogatory term "KaffeeKlatsch" was coined to describe women's gossip at coffee affairs.Some scientist in South America produced the instant coffe n termed it Red E Coffee.Those in Chennai wud be familiar with a shop of this name in Nungambakkam n I guess another one in Chetpet.Nestle company invented freeze-dried coffee, developed Nescafe and introduced it in Switzerland.Birth of Nestle.
Question:wat does all this research on coffe prove?
Answer:I am really jobless someone plzzzzzzzz come online.

Well now everyone who has read this blog wud've been enlightened enuf n be ready to crack CAT.I got a reading comprehension which was similar to the paragraphs written above.No wonder I dint crack.Now coffee is something nice to listen.How's this for a take-KAAPI.Ya that's wat we tamilians call it.Kaapi is a must in every house in Tamilnadu.Even the Mylapore Mami's devour it.Any house u go or that matter a restaraunt they wud ask u "Sir, how about Narasus coffe?".Yes Narasus is the hot running brand for years but with products like "Idhu Bru ma" it's been falling down of late.But yes if ur a welcome visitor to a house in T.N. then u'll be provided food n then u finish the meal with a delicous coffee.Not that I am any big fan of it.And if ur someone who has come uninvited then there u go no food directly a coffee.Dont expect anyone to provide filter coffee if u go begging.Tamilians will give anythin 2 beggars not coffee.That's only for the athithi.This is a usual sitiuation in a house in T.N. esp a Brahmin household
Scene 1:Early morning 6:30 A.M.
"Pattu kaapi" This is bed coffee u clean ur mouth that no need to brush this has menthol in it which cleans ur mouth.C how v save money on toothbrushes n paste.As for people wearin braces 2 cups would do.
Scene 2:Morning 7:00 A.M.
After lazing around for a while n performing PRATAHA SANDHYAVANDHANAM another coffee this is one is as Saif says for the pressure.
Scene 3:Morning 8:00 A.M.
This is before u go 2 office as it makes u fresh n helps u to relax.
N then as the day goes one during the seista time to relieve the headache n after getting back home. Tiredness n lots of work are the reason n to end the day one in the night.This is again for not having brushed in the morning.This compensates n continues.For anything like cutting ur nails,having a shave,Scratchin ur hair they serve kaapi even when someone dies ,someone is born hey not 2 the baby which is born.That is the only thing which has been spared of kaapi.

Now not all the illads do this.But some form of the bean has to go in.So came about the make over from kaapi to cappucino.Well all this started with the launch of espresso machines.The name espresso is Italian in origin loosely translated, means a cup of coffee brewed expressly for you.Expresso is the number one alternate spelling related to enjoying the worlds most seductive coffee: espresso. I do not know the origin of this mis-spelling, but at least 1/4 of people searching for an expresso machine - putting it the right way.

WHAT IS CAPPUCINO?
Cappucino is one third expresso coffee, 1 third steamed milk and 1/3 milk froth with a bit of mud n clay. Capuchino is a similar drink made by men in light brown pants. Capucino, capuccino, cappachino?? Who knows. Well Cappuccino is named for the resemblance of its color to the robes of the monks of the Capuchin order. Now every coffe lover around the world wud've had a sip of cappucino.Even a guy like me has had it.So I expect everyone of u to have tasted it.Didnt anyone of u find anything wrong qith it? U can ask "Yes Newton,wat did u find?".The point is I found something but unfortunately not while I was drinking it.One day casually as I was going thru THE HINDU I found an article which stunned me.It's caption was something like this "CAPPUCINO DRINKERS HAVE AS MANY LIVES AS A CAT".Well I got curious n went through it n gosh I almost drowned in my own puke 'cos the previous day only I had a Cappucino.Well for all those sweet cappucino lovers here's a shock it contains cat's FAECES.I cudnt believe wat I was reading.At that time I thought poor me if I feel so bad how wud all those cappu fellows feel.I laughed heartily thinkin at that.It was like watching Rajnikanth dance on the tv with volume muted.People who dint belive wat I was sayin click here.U'll know the truth n will be definitely enlightened.Well I can imagine how u ppl must b feelin after readin that.All I can say is it happens even with the best.I feel like Sherlock Holmes who has had his man in his dragnet n is proudly lecturing him the ways he went about finding it.Well what u choose Kaapi or Cappucino?It's ur call - U can be a humble tamilian like me or have as many lives as a Cat's.
And And I am sorry I'll clear the question lingering on everyone's mind "Why dint Ashwin attend COFFEE WITH KARAN?"
Well I'll give u 2 good reasons:
1.I dont get along with guys who give the oomphs and the ouchs
2.He serves Cappucino not coffee. Now isnt that enuf.
P.S.:-ILLAD is the slang used by the BITSians and even the IITians to describe a tamilians.Like wise telugu people are called Gults and North Indians are called CHOMS-chapathi oriented men.
cyaaa ashwin

DEATH

Walking among the group I feel the eerie silence hanging over me
I looked at her face still and frozen
Hell would be better I thought
Instead of the guilt I had built up like a wall

Eyes downcast and carrying a lump in my throat
I was shaking all over just like a rudderless boat
Where was I when she needed me on her side
Fate played a cruel trick by changing the tide

Trembling hands and a running nose
I unvieled the shroud to see her strike a pose
Tears were a scarcity
But for the guilty soul it seemed to be a necessity

She was always there when I needed her the most
And we celebrated small victories with a toast
I can still see her corpse burning on the pyre
My heart stopped beating as if stuck in a mire

She left me in a state of nauseation
Only to be heightened by the smell of her own cremation
She always said no one cheats death
Neither good health nor the best of wealth

Never thought she herself would fall in the vicious circle
As I sing this melancholy strain my skin turns purple
But today as I look at her with a garland over her photo
Tears roll down my eyes and I feel "Free the guilt" is going to be my motto

Seers nor my tears will get her back
All I can do is think about her and hit the sack
With trembling hands as I finish this I still ask "Was it my fault or was it her's?"

COMING OF AGE

I saw a movie a week ago.Am talkin about the latest flick from the Khan clan to hit the screens.Well am no Taran Adarsh to do a review n that 2 on Bollywood but I have my own reservations about that movie.It started of as usual with lots of naked dances on the usual beaches with blue water.Saif like Salman isnt searchin for reasons to get undressed - he is never dressed so that makes it pretty simple.Well coming to the theme of the movie - Concubinage,it cud happen but not I guess in India were like good people we are bound to grihakarya.Imagine going n tellin 2 ur dad "hey pop I have got sick of u,I think I really like her am gonna c were it's gonna go n end so am gonna concubinate" n before u knew wat's happenin Thud... wat was that a neat slap n there ends it.I donno about other pops but my pop would sure do that.N the climax a horrible one at that were abhishek looks more like a secret agent in a doc's robe n goes around peeping every hole he finds.gosh it was sick.I saw another bollywood incredible James.Now if any one critises salman for not wearin clothes am gonna kick them.U shud go n take a look at nisha kothari she wud put salman at shame.She wears all the brightest curtains, u see the one's dangling down from the ceilings at ur home.. man I never knew ramu was so short of money tearin curtains n sofa covers to dress his heroine.

Today seems to be a holy day for me.I came face to face with the joys of watchin water not come from the hand flush n the eternal bliss in using a tissue to wipe it off.yuukk.After that I walked out of the bathroom as coolly as u can get n was actin like a real pseud.My dad is sendin me shivers by threatening to cut my hair which is slowly growin like samson's.God knows wat 2 do with my dad.Me n my dad share a Laurel n Hardy kinda relationship.The catch here is both of us are fat he he.Here are some catchy one's
ASHWIN:Dad, wont it look cool if I keep that bird on my hand n go around.
DAD:Ya u wud look a like a stud if it shits in ur hand.
ASHWIN:Dad,am gonna milk that cow
DAD:Be careful it cud milk u too
God every time I say somethin I wud get hit in the butt right there.But it is real fun givin n takin very less of givin.
I just hate that term coming of age.The Indians seem to use it for everything.From the MAMI'S in Mylapore to Ravi Shastri at Bulawayo everyone seems to use it.Just look at all the contexts it is used:
MAMI:Am so happy for ritu she's finally come of age. Well I donno how ritu was feelin then.
Ravi Shastri:Well U jus look at the way Irfaan is bowlin I can tell u He's come of age.Wat the fuk did he attain puberty while runnin 2 his bowlin mark?I mean he's bowling bazookas at some hapless zimbabweans who have names like diseases n improvin his stats.N shastri tells he's come of age.It was as easy for pathan as was sleepin with men for cleopatra.bad one I guess.
N now have a look at taran adarsh.
TARAN:Hindi movies have finally come of age.Ya with movies like james n i'll give u a dialogue from that useless piece of shit.
VILLAIN(to the hero):"THU USKA DOODH PITA HAIN KYAA?" n rightly so he gets WHAM n ya hindi movies have come of age. Now compare this dialogue n the one from one of my favourite movies FIGHT CLUB.
Tyler Durden is saying, "The first rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club."
"The second rule of fight club," Tyler yells, "is you don't talk about fight club."
Now u know wat is coming of age.
I guess enuf of enlightment n happy bloggin. n for all those of u who love to test ur I.Q. jus try this link <http://grant.robinson.name/projects/guess-the-google/> n the image on the top that's me he he.
ashwin

lost n found!!!

Well there is nothing more sweeter than losing something n after all ur die hard efforts u manage it 2 find it say rather get it.It's like u were sittin in discrete math lecture n u were holdin ur urine all through the lecture n then the lousy guy lets everyone free n u have a download...wow... that's the sort of tension u carrry along with u when u loose somethin u treasured a lot n when u get it back I neednt repeat wat i often say "Watever u try the last 2 drops are always in ur pants".wise saying rite.Even though u have a gr8 download there r the scars u cant prevent(u cant hide such scars).similarly even though u get back what u lost ur left with some unpleasant memories about that.

Well the most important thing- wat did i loose?It was my goddamn suitcase.Goddamned till then, the moment I lost it I knew it's enormity.It was not just a weight I was lifting.I had my degree certificates-the only thing 2 prove am another asshole among a buch of assholes,my cheque books(hey am earnin),my cbse certis,my clothes n most importantly my unddies.So many my's were there in that suitcase.The moment I landed in B'lore this catastrophy had occcured.I dint even have a undi 2 change n my friend quietly watchin all this(he was the real culprit) told I can the wear the same thing on the reverse side.I said wow wat sense of timing n wat advice.The suitcase had got misplaced n had moved away quietly to mysore along with the train.Only after a while did I realise it n the moment that happened all hell broke loose.

I remember using cultured language at my friends n ripe with anger I went n reported to the station master.Here's the conversation that took place b/w n the station master.
ASHWIN:Sir I lost my V.I.P suitcase.Blue in colour n has wheels too.
MASTER:Y the **** dint u also go along with the suitcase.
u have got 2 pity him.It was 5 in the mornin.
ASHWIN:I dint go sir that's y am reportin it is lost.
MASTER:wat the hell, are'nt u educated or wat?
ASHWIN:am educated a bit(err..)
MASTER:ya I can c ur a know it all engineer who doesnt know wat he does.
Well I thought of askin "How did u know I was an engg?" but wisely decided not to.
Then after lots of phone calls he told me to come back in the evenin n check out the status.The whole day my mind was only filled with 1 thing "Wen do I change my undi?"

With such unclear thinking n a temper as hot as ajay devgan's in HUM DIL DE CHUKE SANAM wen he find out his wife dotes on someone else.Y am I tellin all this?Ya the whole day I ws in bad spirits partly due to abdomen twitching.Well comin 2 abdomen twitching I donno how do the cricketers give the red cherry a real go at their crotch.The answer is pretty simple u dont want to be caught on television doin such things explicitly so they devised a tactic.genius huh these cricketers.Well there r exceptions 2 that also.Saurav ganguly was once caught in the act n this time he dint let go of it as fast as he wud do to his wicket but he went on n on each time more ferocious more dedicated n it was huge fun when he saw that on the giant screen himself.The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.Poor ganguly he is finding a place even in Ashwin's blogs.Bad times for Indian cricket......

After bitching around the whole day I rushed to the station sharply at 7:00 only to be informed that I had to come back at 11:00 to meet a policeman who wud be comin from Mysore with a bag that fitted my V.I.P's description.With enthu n alarm in equal proportion I went back to my room n prayed for the best .Fearin the worst I went back n to my dismay the policeman was there but not my suitcase.I was told that it was lying at a place called Maddur 45 from mysore n I had to go n personaaly pick it up.Well I was packed off immediately by the policemen into a train by 11:45 to maddur.It looked as desolete as the station in DIL SE(1 SCENE).The station master wasnt there n I was given over the top reception by the guy managing things at the station.He dint stop with that,he gave me comfortable n cosy accomodation on the platform bench.Wow I was having holiday of a life time.I curled up like a prematurely born child n even had an erection I mean due to the cold I cud feel my hair under my neck standin .

Daylight ushered in a new hope in my bleak life n to my utter joy I found my suitcase in all health n style n to top it all nothing was missing.I profusely thanked the station master n thought "not everyone are bad like me".
cyaa ashwin.

THE DENTIST

The person who has benefitted the most by the birth of his holiness Ashwin T Sundar has been the dentist.Right from my birth I was told that the gums on my upper jaw where a bit 2 low & my teeth wud jar out like a rhino's horn.Well to add 2 all this I fell down a couple of times directly on my face(like those in chaplin's films) & broke couple of my front tooth.And there I was having charming looks and looking as handsome as SHAKTHIMAAN with his tooth out n was promptly named BUGS BUNNY.Though I never thought much about my teeth the moment I stepped into coll my dad n mom pestered me to have braces around my teeth.

So alas in 3rd year of engg I was given such a reception by my friends as does a person get when he goes 2 receive the queens award of honour.In this case the award was pullin out couple a tooth which wudnt come out(thank god it wasnt the canine) & put with tiny peices of metal stickin 2 my tooth which wudnt budge even when pulled by a bulldozer.There it was,I was laid down with all sorts of restrictions on wat 2 eat,wat not 2 eat,how 2 bite,were 2 bite,wat 2 bite n all crazy stuff.All in all I had become a compulsive watcher as far as food was concerned.

But for a brilliant hogger like me the temptation was 2 much.I resisted the temptation for a month but one day when I saw a MURUKKU being served to me there goes everything and like rama had completed his vanavas I just climbed into the murukku but at the same time I cud hear metal clintering away.The more I bit the more I cud hear and like a arrow the string in the clip was shattered and I was spittin meatl pieces all over.This started to happen on a regular basics and the culprits ranged from murukku to apple.

The doctor was fed up with me and it was same with me too.So I took sabattical leave from the dentist after eleven months of irrregular treatment.With the help of my friend and a cutting plier (it is prettty versatile tool). I broke the ends of my string with a dentist's precision he he and I was a happy man again untill three days before where I broke the remainin part into shambles and I was looking like Mr.Bean with pieces of metal jutting out of my mouth courtesy an apple.So there I had to go back to meet my nemesis and he said the entire set had to replaced and the treatment to take 4 more months.
Icing on the cake-the bill was Rs.8000 only.God where is all my salary goin.

Moral of the story:-
1. Never put braces even if ur teeth seems to curve like an elephants tusk
2. If u still want to look like Jassy go to the welder not the dentist he cud do a better job at cheaper rates.
3. If u wear braces do not bite just stuff it in(Tried that once too)

cyaa ashwin

poet in me

hi this is my clumsy attempt at poetry.hope u get bugged after going through this.

Shadows lengthen and fall
Time seems to come to a stall
Buildings rise by high and tall
Clouds move around and cover them like a shawl
In between all this I stand numb and small
Watching the raindrops fall on one and all
Deep down within I hear a call
N off I take cover in the nearest mall
I could hear a familiar voice hum Pink floyd's WALL
And then I see that face I longed for
Amidst all the confusion I could feel a premonition
"Was this an illusion?" I ask myself
In between all this I stand numb and small
Watching the raindrops fall on one and all
Deep down within I hear a call
I had attained Niravana
I was in love

Hats off 2 ashwin.byee.

WAT'S THERE IN AN INITIAL?

I dint sleep d whole nite yesterday after watchin Federer lose the way he did 2 a 19 year old bloke still wearin three-fourths.I dont take away anythin from Nadal for his sterling display.It was brilliance n arrogance goin hand in hand.These 2 things form a dangerous combo.It cud take u 2 dizzying heights or cud throw u into unfathomable depths.

Brush aside all these things.Lemme tell u somethin 'bout my name(my INITIAL in particular).My name is T.ASHWIN SUNDAR.I dint mention the initial on purpose in my profile,but I'll dwell on it today.Boy i never thought i wud b writin 'bout this.It was somethin which my friends happened 2 stumble after rifling thru my certificates without my knowledge(bad guys).They had a gr8 time once they found wat the initial stood for.It's THIRUVAIYARU.It's a small village near Tanjore in Tamilnadu.It's basically famous for the Thyagaraja Aradhanas that take place every year durin the month of jan.It was the place of birth of my father.

But y did my dad have 2 name me with a place?I alaways asked him but only got a sarcastic smile in return.Wen he did name in such a way he shud've left it like 'T' only(it has a gravity rite like 'D').Imagine people havin names Mumbai Matre,Kandahar Qureshi,London Lincoln(they r pretty rhuming).Atleast v Indians r better.Look at the westeners they even use the months in the calendar as initials- August Milverton or January Jackson.Man they can go 2 any limit.Hats off dad ur not the only creative guy around.


I cud take all the teasin n crappin n ppl makin a foll out of me with my initial.But 1 day my initial became a timepass even for courierwallas.I'll try 2 reproduce the scene that took place b/w me n a guy workin for some courier service.This is how it went
Courier guy:-There's a parcel for Mr.M.Sundaresan(that's my dad).
Plz take it n sign here.
After that me with all my gutso n my effervescent style took the slip n signed in the way i usually do "T.ASHWIN SUNDAR".
Courier guy:-Wait a sec.R u by any chance their neighbour?
Ashwin :-No.Y do u ask?
Courier guy:-I mean ur initial starts with T & ur dad's name starts
with S & ur father has an initial M.
Ashwin :-Thanx for discoverin it n by the way I have many
dad's n several names.For each dad a different name
n a different initial.U got it.
Courier guy:-Strange family.

Man as if all this was not enuf here comes the ultimate comedy or tragedy wat ever it is.A kid in my apartment noticed this initial differences n asked my dad if I was an adopted son & was T my original Father's name.This was the height 2 which my initial took me n god knows wat other adventures r in store for me in the future.SHABBA KHAIR n catch u later.

TO ALL CRICKET BUFFS

"Bring on the Aussies"- This is the most repetitive n the worst sentence which can be heard.Ted Corbett I guess has forgotten the significance of this statement n uses this even England wins a tour match.Come july n the most xpected cricket clash of the year "THE ASHES" unfolds.How much ever Tedd Corbett manages 2 hype it or even if all the Englishmen shout in unison "Bring on the Aussies" nothin's gonna change what has been happenin n what will happen.Aussies thrashin the Englishmen is as good a fact n as assured a thing as v know that Sania Mirza wud beat her MOM in straight sets.I have nothin against Sania but that's the truth.

All the English fans do not take ur side's recent form as a sign that they wud capture the ashes.By recent form i meant England beatin Bangladesh.This wud've made every Englishman as proud as Sania wud be when she beats her MOM in straight sets(am a true Hyderabadi).For beatin the Aussies u need 2 have a spinner n yea the Englishmen do have 1 but he turns his arm more than the ball n half the time hez down with injury(piles!).

The Aussies have Shane Warne whoz been a constant source of demoralisation 2 the England team n the Aussies wud manage 2 get wickets even thru Macgills fulltosses.To add 2 all this they have their eternal foulmouth with them.Hez a strange guy indeed.He barks at the opposition even when hez not playin.Hez already started it n is sittin dangerously fit even on 499.God knows how many more will he add 2 it?He barks when he gets someone out or when someone leaves the ball or when sumone hits him beyond the ropes.The best thing 'bout him his he reacts the same way even when someone swears at his wife.

But even after sayin all this the Englishmen r very cunning.I feel they're usin this statement 2 promote tourism n increase their revenues.Hmmmm.....Newayz we'll know shortly what's gonna happen.To compound England's misery Peter Roebuck in his highly polished way of insulting has called in his own terms n words Freddie Flintoff a chucker when he bowls fast.I mean hez branded as a fast bowler so its obvious that he'll tyr 2 bowl fast.Freddie u better try somthin else like say hogging.But rite now am dyin 2 see the clash on clay.I jus can't wait 2 watch Federer trash Nadal.Hope u ppl too watch it n njoi.

catch u later.

COLLEGE LIFE N OTHER THINGS

Another day at office.That's what people say when u ask them "how did your day go?".But with me it's slightly different "Another day at Hyderabad".Life is sort of brooding and dull here without the rush,the enthusiasm and the uncertainities which surrounded me when I was in coll.This was even more alleviated by the fact that I stayed at hostel.This does not mean hostel is a place where u get treated royally,get the best food available on earth or have damsels dancing around u half-naked thru the night.It's even better than that.U form bonds that serve as a refresh buffer when ur lonely(am a COMSCI GRAD).I'll not get too much into this.

But how many of us really did something productive at coll?Am not speakin of rocket science.It's jus the basic things v r sopposed 2 do at coll - Study,Innovate,High grades,Paper presentations,no Arrears,finally get placed.In b/w all this u have 2 find time 2 luv or atleast flirt.I c the blackboard everyday,I have my eyes glued 2 it.But am I concentratin or thinkin how nice it'd be 2 date wid the woman wearin a dangerously low waist saree.But the only problem is she teaches me 'C' or is only 'C' n ne other bullcrap d essence of life.

All of us wud have climbed the same steps of our coll or the steps in our apartment thousands of times.But how many of us know how steps did v climb?Are our heads buried so deep into the bark of a tree that v dunno what a forest is?

Come xams n its gala time at coll.U get 2 c the most weird xpressions frm ppl whom u thought 2 be emotionless creatures.The most important thing 4 an xam 4 a hostel guy wud be fotocopies.1 guy has the book which results in a culmination of n no. of fotocopies which wud be torn,divided n re-divided among all the hostel hooligans.But who cares 'bout fotocopies when ur not borthered 'bout marks or grades?Proof of this is my 70% aggregate without arrears(seems pretty ok rite?).But wat's the diff b/w a 70 n a 90 when both of them have landed up in the same firm drawin the same amount of money?

When it comes 2 beautiful gals(there rnt many in my coll)the competition's pretty tuff.V have fites over a single bitch!Poor gal,what can she do?2 pick 1 frm a crowd cud be possible.But v'd say pick 5 n get 1 free(v follow the tradition-remember DRAUPADI).I never fell for anyone at coll but I fell for someone else not at my coll or at that place(Don worry it's not kiran Bedi).To sum it all the best thing I learnt from my friends

SMOKE BOOZE ROCK N ROLL
SPEED WEED BIRTH CONTROL
LIFE IS A BITCH N WE ALL DIE
SO,FUCK THEM ALL & LETS GET HIGH
njoi & catch u later.