What the factorial !

Warning/Notification/WHATEVER: This post can be totally boring and one of the extremely useless 5-10 minutes you spend in your life.I do not take responsibility.I can be immensely boring at times(read as always) and can write texts that profoundly induce sleep for from a few hours to forever. Read at your own risk!

In most cases the things that can be counted do not count and the things that cannot be counted count

 said Albert Einstein,one of the greatest minds of the last century.The world today have become so materialistic and devoid of passion.In other words,the world today sucks! But there is no proof that the yesteryear world was being so passionate with whatever they were doing,but there are people who stand as examples.Today's philosophers,writers and even politicians(This was included to add humour) quote the legends of the past to have been more passionate and dedicated towards whatever they did.

Why are we regarded less passionate and dedicated? The answer,I believe,would be this.Today,most of us do things out of compulsion,survival instinct and a large crowd does certain things because others do the same.Placebo has no part nor right to decide your life.Its high time we realise this and become aware of the cheap,false pride we get in imitating others.Remember,doing something because someone else does it will never make you better than him.

The academics is being blamed everywhere.I understand that change cannot be brought about in a very short time but any visible progress will be appreciated by the like-minded.Change is the only thing that can bring about a change today.

This post is totally an outcome of me having listened to a few speeches lately that would definitely stir your very emotions if you appreciate the beauty of science and life as such.What is going on around the world in the name of education is far away from what a real valuable academic life can be.

Kids today deserve a better education.A proper childhood is what required to nurture creativity.Nobody can teach them to think.None can inject creativity.But the environment and the methodology can definitely create a better future.Passion,interest and love for what you do are the key ingredients to being successful at any level.

As said this is the toughest problem that lay.This needs more attention that global warming.

We are always far,far away from finding a solution to any problem till we have the answer at hands!

PS:I admit with not an ounce of shame that the title of the post was deliberately taken from the name of a team that participated in a competition that was attended by me recently.

PPS:If you have used the word that starts with F followed by asterisks, for a significant number of times while reading this post please do read the opening statement again.For those who did not,no words! I have found my alter ego!

Vignesh..

What made the charmer charm..

People you meet by accident stay with you longer than you think they will.. 

I should not call it an accident for now the person has a more than important place in my life.It was the summer of 2007.I had enrolled for computer classes.There were a few from my school and naturally I sat down for classes alongside those few.There were people i did not know and I'm eternally grateful to Sudarshan for having introduced someone who'd make my life better than the best it could have been.

Brilliance is an inferior  adjective to describe him.I was as comfortable with him as I could get to any close friend.There are no definitive limits to the topics I discussed,discuss and will keep discussing with him.Sound and worthy were his advices,ones you'd regret for having not followed and those that you'd feel gifted for having listened to.

Fun is what I'll describe every single moment with him.Be it teaching me Physics or talking about mundane stuff that one would not even think of about.The way we bond is something that always amazes me.Its not pre-meditated but we end up discussing serious stuff that change the very root of my opinions about significant things in life.

He had made me think twice.Taught me things which cannot be taught.I have learnt lessons from him that none,even the best of teachers can never make me understand.He makes me realise stuff that I wouldn't realise even upon reading volumes of books.

Each minute spent in his company counts as one of the most important moments that mean a lot to me.

Class twelve would have probably ended up disastrous but for his guidance,help and any other superlative that could fit in.He walked me through and would continue to do so.He could see through my eyes.he could say what was good for me.

He's that kind of person that people would long to have,people really need to have.

The kind who makes you realise you are wonderful.

The kind who makes you feel special.

The kind who makes you respect yourself despite the faults.

He is one of a kind.

Truly the 'JACK' of all trades.

Thanks for being there.I owe you one if not many..

..

Forever grateful..

Cheese-Charmer.. the name you gave me.The identity that exists.

Goodbye

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 Finally the day arrived,something which she was looking forward to for over five months.Excitement,fear,sadness.. she loved that rush of adrenalin.After all its only once in your lifetime that you get married.It was a sunday,as she wanted it to be.She wanted all her kith and kin to be present.Most of them had arrived early the previous evening.She was the first girl in the family after a generation and was loved by even the distant of relatives.She woke up early,real early.She did not sleep much actually.With her own excitement and those of friends and family who spent the night speculating about how wonderful her marriage life was going to be.Also she had her own dreams about her marriage,which had kept her sleepless for most nights in the last few months.


  The last few hours of her 'Daughter phase' flew like time never had.The knot was tied and the 'Daughter-in-law' phase begun.Thus started her journey as a wife and here she was at her mother's place for bearing her first child.The beginning of a new phase 'Mother'.




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 Its been a while since she visited her childhood home.She had spent almost her entire childhood there.She still remembered the first few years they spent here.She was not the daughter of a millionaire,yet her father treated her like a princess.They were an ideal family,similar to the ones you see in advertisements and movies.Mom,Dad and a brother.Perfect two years difference with her brother,an elder one.The two year difference made sure she had a friend around her all the time.The place had two bedrooms.A small but a happy place.


 First day of her arrival.She was sitting on her brother's bed,waiting for her mom to bring her lunch.Was looking around,recounting those days as a kid.This was the room where she used to get ready for school.Lovely memories.She remembered the old study table which was as old as her.She started exploring the things on the table.Her brother hadn't changed much.Pens of so many colours,used,unused,decades old found a place on the table.Most of which were hers,she knew.She came across a mess of papers.It had greeting cards,letters(to her surprise) and others which had stuff written she did not understand.Among those was one which seemed crushed,mostly because it was folded and unfolded frequently.It was handwritten like most of the others,with the same tiny alphabets.


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 The big day had finally arrived.He wanted it to be the happiest day of her life.She always dreamt big.He wanted her to.He always promised her things at an age he did not even start college.He really wished he could keep all his promises.He thought he did.She did not complain.That made him sure.He woke up early,even before the sun was up.He hadn't really slept.Not only the previous night,but since she crossed the threshold age for marriage.He cannot be blamed.She was all he loved.She was all he lived for.


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I always wanted to say a few things to you,my little sister.You don't know how many times I call you this way every single day.You hate it when I call you that way don't you? Those first few days with your new mobile,I used to send 'Goodnight little sister' and get scolded by you in the morning.I don't remember the first day i saw you.I really wish I did.Got to know from Mom and Dad that the kept me waiting outside the hospital with Uncle because they did not want me to see Mom in pain.They did not know you could wipe away all the pain and sadness like you did for these many years and keep doing so.You defined the world to me.I write well,people used to say.But now I can't express what I want to.I always knew this day would come.I cry easily.I break down soon.May be I have cried more than you ever did.Wouldn't be a surprise.Considering that I cry everytime i see you crying,definitely I would've shed more tears than you.But all I wish is that I have wiped more of your tears than stood as a reason for.I still remember one of your birthdays,fourteen or fifteen,I was crying all night because I couldn't buy you anything.I still remember the first time I had to feed you dinner.You had mehendi on your hands.After that now and then I started feeding breakfast when you got ready to school.Those moments,I was the happiest on earth.I did not realise much till I reached class eleven.I lived every moment after that for you.To keep you happy.I cried more than you when your class ten results came.I fight hard with my tears everytime you cry to make you stop crying.Damn,I'm crying now!


The first time you hugged me was when Grandma passed away.Broke my heart.And then the day when you consoled me about college.That's one of the days I noticed how big my little sister had become.Those singing lessons you gave me.Really funny when I think about all that.We grew up together.We were infants together,teens together.Now we are two grown ups yet I feel like a kid all over again.


Wish we get to grow up once again.I'm really sorry for all the times I hurt you.I think i got you enough handbags and jeans you asked for.Will be eternally happy if you continue to ask me for more.


You have been the reason for my happiness for these many years,wish the other family,your new one feels the same after a while with you.


I have never said 'I love you' to you.But I have said that to myself more than a million times everyday.


You are the daughter I never had and you'll continue to remain the same..


I won't be giving this to you today.I don't want to see you cry for one more reason.


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She had the crushed piece of paper in her hand.It took a while for her to take all this in.Mom came inside with her plate.She asked why she was crying.She realised she was.Wiped her face.Did not speak anything.Hugged her tightly and cried even more.


                                                     
He stood on the terrace with the letter in his hand.Crushed it and put it in his pocket.


                                                   
Mom asked why.She did not answer.All she could do was cry.


                                                   
He heard her calling him.Wiped his tears,tried hard to smile.the knot would be tied in a few hours.The day had not yet broken,but he was.


                                It was time to say,"goodbye"

PS: I don't think I would be emotionally strong to write such a letter when my Little sister gets married,but if I write one it would certainly be this.She is fifteen now and she is all I got. Love you :)

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Because I can..

Just finished watching "Aayutha Ezhutthu" for the upteenth time.The movie gets better everytime I watch it.Its been long since I posted anything,couldn't find anything to write about,courtesy my vetti stint.Happy that it gets over today.Back to business from tomorrow.WeBlog's competition got me many comments and roughly hundred odd hits in a week.Amazing.Using internet without usage concerns.Something that makes me smile till the fifteenth of every month.


It was 'friendship day'.Received messages from people who remembered to add me in those groups when they got my number long back...It helps.


Got a message from Miss.Yeah-She-Is-Tall "happy friendship day :) ". Wish things would get back the same.They were good but not anymore thanks to Miss Yes-No-Maybe and myself.


Mr.Next-Seat-In-Class fell sick over the weekend.Our friendship day reunion was at his place.Had a hearty laugh.Was good spending time with people you hardly see.


Went out for dinner with friends on saturday.Mr.Volleyball was back for the weekend.Always good to meet friends.MS could not make it.Would have been nice if he had turned up.Last saw him on my birthday.Seems like ages ago.


Saw 'Inception' on friday,worth every penny.


Was chatting with Mr.Brains last night,was thinking about school days,class seven and eight with him.Those days were fun indeed.


Got a message from,Yes-No-Maybe.Did not feel like replying,just like the past two three weeks.Still wondering why.


Mr.Cricket,Big B,Psycho and Mr.100 are busy with exams.
100's mom's back from Malaysia.He certainly felt good.Keeps him up in good spirits.


College kicks off tomorrow.Keeping fingers crossed.


Planning of bonding with a long lost art: Putting pen on paper.Got brilliant ideas to write about.Have a few things planned.Thinking of discussing with BigB.Hope it comes out amateurish at the least.

Wondering why I'm writing this post
Wondering why I blog actually.
Only this pops up..


Because I can..




Cheers... :)