Make a choice

The world around us is made up infinite space. With innumerable points scattered all around us. Yet each point has its own co-ordinate and is unique. Each point has a name, has a behaviour and is different from the others. That's how man is defined. Each of us (you, me and that fat stranger who takes the dog for a walk ) are different. If we draw a Venn diagram with all possible character traits as the universal set, almost everyone of us would have large sets of common traits. Yet we are different, some at the very basic level (like the ones with six fingers) and some at levels of immense complexity that one almost fails to spot the difference. It would be appropriate to recollect Pauli's exclusion principle here. It governs electrons and their behaviour governs us. Q.E.D.


Man stands alone. One might ask why. With the multitude of common factors between any two persons why does one have to stand alone?

Life, as we know it, is governed by decisions and when it comes to decisions it ultimately comes down to you. Sixth sense, rationalism, distinguishing good and bad, intelligence and many fancy names are given while people try to explain the most selfish act that man performs every minute. For example, take game shows where there's an option called 'Public opinion'. They give you the result of what a handful of men like you think and finally you are expected to make a choice from that. Its the average man's choice rather average of a group of men's choice. If you say this is trivial, consider demanding situations like undergoing a surgery. The doctor asks you to make a choice. It doesn't matter if you HAVE to say yes, you are still given a choice.
Was the creation of the Universe forced or by choice? You may never know. There could be a force governing the creation which in-turn is governed by another set of attributes. Probably there were a handful of men giving suggestions about which planet to choose and the guy in charge of creation chose Earth. May be he did not want to, may be it was like undergoing a surgery. You may never know.

When making choices comes freewill. Its like your shadow at noon. Its there but you can't see it. Its ultimately your wish and will to press the button with or without considering other factors. You might not want to handover your car keys and watch your girlfriend get shot. Or you can consider irrelevant factors like love, humanity and common sense and handover your car keys and still watch your girlfriend get shot.

You had a choice to whether read this load of nonsense or to close the window and watch Rebecca black on youtube. Yet I presume you chose to read this not because you were an insomniac and believed this would put you to sleep but you wanted to. To create the illusion of freewill here I let you to choose the title of this post. Call it whatever you feel like. Call it "Relativity disproved" or "Menu card of Saravana Bhavan". It ultimately comes down to you.

I'd love to quote Jigsaw here "Make a choice"

One short

'Sachin's on 99 international centuries' 

This news has been on air for a while now. The whole world of cricket fans come to the edge of the seat whenever he comes to bat and hopes beyond all doubts that he'll score it in that particular match.


Well, I, though am one of them million( read gazillion) fans of SRT who are waiting for the 100th 100, recently a certain other 100th something has grabbed my attention. Yes, this page has grown in size, boredom and levels of facepalmness and would soon be playing host to my 100th post. As I have been posting in milestone posts about what the milestone is and there by losing the opportunity to give the readers something worthwhile to go through, here we go.

What started as a fancy just because everyone had a blog has now become an obsession, a prized treasure. I have been speaking stuff like how awesome a career in writing would treat oneself. That joy when someone likes the link when I post in on facebook, its priceless. Twitter made a revolution to my blog. Brought in readers only because the twitter celebrities retweeted the link. The number of page views never fail to make me smile.


After all these changes, improvements in my view, there are still a few things that remain unchanged:

- Few people without whom the blog would not be what it is today. You, the one reading it, you know its you.

- Me wanting to write a post. Though I knew I'll come up with something as lousy as this I didn't stop myself from writing.


- My hundredth post has already been drafted in my mind. Yes, one of those rare occasions where I plan and write stuff.


- This point has been added just to keep the game going.


So see you all on the other side of the century. And yes, just like you are hoping for Sachin to score his 100th 100, do hope for more posts to come :) A big thank you to everyone who has landed on this page. You guys are awesome.

The Unnamed Entity.

And god said let there be light

Ingredients like hair, skin, antidote for Pond's age miracle et all were used and man was created. In the beginning was this naked man, Adam, a single solemn entity who found solace in eating carrots like Bugs Bunny. There was his female counterpart and she is known by the name Eve(probably Stephanie Meyer was influential in coining the name) Their hobby was gardening and they covered every possible space available with trees of a million kinds which their successors would eventually cut down. And he ate the forbidden fruit, the apple. No, not the selfish fruit company that names all their products starting with i. Also that's the probable reason why we call the lump on men's throat as the Adam's apple. Very uncreative I say, it looks nothing like an apple. Coming back, he tasted the forbidden fruit and *bang* Adam and Eve got transformed into what men and women would behave a million years from then. Sadly they failed to read the terms and conditions and clicked on it just like everyone else. So Life, as we know it, started. They got naughty and gave birth to kids which cried all night long and did not allow them to sleep. They did not have diapers back then and so the Ayers rock and the Nile were probably the result of the kids' well, you-know-what.

Man got accustomed to living in this green planet which is basically 3/4th water and I have no idea which genius decided to call it green instead of blue. Man experienced happiness, sadness,agony, heartbreak and heart attack. So the world started behaving like how it would be a few million years later. Man started feeling all these multitude of emotions. He started thinking, wondering about himself,others and life in general. He was happy and wanted someone to share it with. He was sad and wanted some shoulder to cry upon. He fell in love and wanted someone to express it.  He made friends, adopted natural selection. Gave birth to kids and kids called him dad and his female counterpart as mom. He wanted to teach his kids a lesson. They had to learn. The kids were more intelligent than the parents themselves. And man found this phrase " I told you so." The kids started questioning. They asked him who told you so? Man did not have an answer.

Man was lost. He felt lonely. He wished for things and wanted someone to ask it to. He wanted to pray. He wanted a guide. He wanted a torch in darkness. He wanted someone to blame. He wanted an answer to all unanswered questions. He wanted a master. He wanted a superior. He wanted a secret. He wanted faith. He wanted to be blind. He wanted to be bound. He wanted to be controlled. He wanted a reason to love, to fight. He found a religion. He wanted isolation. He wanted bloodshed. He wanted hate. He wanted wrath. He wanted war.

And man said let there be god.

Immaculate Misconceptions

I've been asked the meaning of the blog's title many a time and I love explaining it every single time. Simply put it means Perfect Misunderstandings. Now the time has come for me to use the name of my blog as the tile of the post which i'm about to start rambling upon. People have had the weirdest ideas about me and now I feel this would help them to draw a better picture of me.

To begin with I'm not Chinese, Nepali or someone from the lost islands of Mongolia. I'm Indian. I look Indian. I don't even eat Chinese food. My family lineage remains Indian to the farthest ancestor I can trace back to.

I don't know Kung fu. I don't take secret Kungfu classes to passport-less Chinese kids in India.

I eat. Just like you, just like the next door guy, just like the Orca whale. I survive because I eat. Next time don't ask me "Vignesh, don't you eat at all?"

I'm not Robert Pattinson. I'm not a vampire. I don't bite random strangers. I have no clue why I look pale.

I sleep. Yes, believe me I do. I stay up when you sleep and sleep when you stay up.

I'm a vegetarian. I don't know why some people ask " How could you not eat chicken?" I don't ask them "How could you eat chicken?"

And I was told that egg is not vegetarian. The question that immediately follows "I'm a veggie" is "Do you eat eggs?".

I don't sit in the first desk. I text from class. I don't take notes.

I like speaking in thamizh and I love it when girls speak in thamizh. One does not forget English if you limit the usage. The Sundal paiyan or the guy who asks for change outside railway toilets may not be entirely happy if you start peter-vuttufying to him.


Thats all for now. There, I'm done with the post.

Pay attention, its free!

Life, is a social experiment.

For plenty of people social networking is life, while in actuality life is a web of social networks. Its said that joy doubles and sorrow halves when shared. People have stopped realsing the value of that, thanks to the fast growing world where people can't even spend time to smile at the next guy. People today feel lonely in a crowd, lost amidst best of friends. Why? Lack of attention. It so happens that in a group of friends you might have favorites. As the group gets bigger the attention naturally gets divided and sadly people tend to forget one or two. Yes, in a group of best of friends. Being left out is not their choice or leaving out them is not their option. Yet it happens and there comes a divide between people which may rise due to inexplicable reasons. Isolation is something that no man has mastered to deal with. Life, both social and the social networking phase of it, is all about notifications. Learn to appreciate the existence of the fellow being. Pay attention, it costs you nothing :)

Life, is a social experiment.

What-to-name-it -4

I was sitting there watching him. He was probably 4-6 years old. You would expect such a kid to either smile or cry all the time but he was terrified. It could be seen in his eyes. He looked around. There were strangers all around him. His fear seemed to rise by the passing minute. There was this guy standing close to the kid. Must be his dad. Even his presence did not comfort him. I assumed even he was not against that which was going to happen. The kid must have felt let down by his own dad. The guy with the blade came nearer. The kid started screaming. All I could do was to sit and watch the kid scream while he got his haircut done. 

What-to-name-it -3

This story will have a cold ending.


It was a couple of hours after sunrise. His hands were frantically moving in random directions, his face had the weirdest expression. He could hear his mom screaming from a distance but couldn't quite figure out what she was speaking. His eyes were bloodshot. Suddenly pristine white froth started coming out of his mouth. None was around. The screaming continued, the froth ceased. His hands came to a rest. He could hear what she was screaming. The coffee was turning cold.

A life is a life is a life

Life's a bitch,
That last minute hitch.
Throws you lemons,
Shows you demons.


Life's double the time I spend on facebook,
Its the last page of my notebook.


Life's a satire sung to sad tunes,
Life's a parody of pathos.


Its the dawn that never broke,
Full of hearts which were silent and never spoke.


Sometimes it sucks to the core,
Otherwise its simply a bore.


Life's poetry that doesn't rhyme,
Often there's not much time.


Life's you,
Life's me,
It gets better when we say we.


Its the smell of a new born,
Sweet like the cream on corn.


Life is when you feel every letter,
Sometimes it just can't get any better.


Life is hot coffee in the morning,
Atleast once a day it gets annoying.


Life's a goodnight's sleep,
Same law for the poor and the rich.
And all in all life's a bitch.

Symbiosis.

The game of snooker has 15 balls and still needs a cue ball to direct them on to the pockets. 


Life as such can be described in analogy with the game of snooker. There are times when one stands in the middle of the infinite corridor called life without any sense of direction, probably running in circles in search of something that he already has or something that he'll never attain. Thats the point where one feels low and slow, where one needs the warmth of another person. 

Mathematically humans are a set of mutually dependent variables where the probability of success and failure of each person is in someway tied to the others'. But where does the dependency come from?  Why is it that we have friends when the success rate of one of them is inversely proportional to the success rate of the remaining people. In most cases the competitive peers end up being the best of friends. School kids for example. At the age of 5 or 6 a kid being genuinely happy for his friend having scored a hundred in a math test while he scored less is the magic that binds people together. Sadly this fails to exist beyond a certain age. Love and friendship is lost when jealousy dominates competition. 


At one point man stands all alone, having to decide things all by himself, where none will help or can help with deciding. There comes into play, the force called motivation from another person. A few kind words can make all the difference. Even the strongest of men break down. At that point what one needs is a pair of hands to wipe the tears. Silence, patience and trust are the best gifts one can get from a friend when he confesses about a mistake.
A small hug. 
A friendly smile from a stranger. 
"Yes, you can" from your teacher. 
"You suck" from an enemy, 
"You will rot in hell" from your ex.
All these are words that will make a significant change in the way you see things the moment after you experience them. 

Even god wades through the dark with the assurance that some mortal who is travelling somewhere nearby is muttering his name. 

The man in the mirror

The author may or may not be drunk, this may or may not be fictional and you may or may not continue reading any further.People who cannot read English in Tamil and Tamil in English, please to learn before you continue reading this.


Macha, there's this ponnu da. I know here for like a few days, lets not say 5 months. shhhh. She is mad about me. Haha impossible no?  Brilliant macha you are. I am mad about her, hmm not really but we'll assume so. You know what the problem is? Let me tell you. I speak to her da, say Hi how are you and all that. Not like I say to others macha, I say hi beacuse she waves back beautifully. I'll show you someday, no no I won't. See, like this only, like this she waves back at me. I say hi and I wait macha. I wouldn't know what to ask next. If I ask how are you she'd say you asked me the same thing when you saw me yesterday, no? Correct macha, girls get bored soon. You know what girls get bored of me soon da. Guess why? I get bored of them too. Sweet, no? Life's x^2+y^=r^2 macha. That math teacher no? Kannadi female. She said that wrongly, so funny it was. Coming back, she waves back subtly da. Also when I ask how are you I care to know macha. I don't remember what I had for breakfast, but i still remember that green color dress she wore on that day, no don say it was that physics test. shhhh. And thats all, my creativity ends. Evlo I write here? But then I'm on my highest mokka point when I'm around her macha. Crazy no? You know what the sad part is? This guy, no? He fell in love badly with that girl and now he is telling  his story to us haha. Thevaya for him all this? He doesn't even know to say it out da. Worst no? We've watched so many movies together but then adhellam impossible da. Its been long since he met her even. He got busy, no no she got busy, wait where's he? Ok let me continue. I got busy with classes and so couldn't meet her da. Its hard  macha also it hurts to think of getting over it macha. Trust me, getting over is not like a hangover macha, its ten times, no twenty times worse than that. Thalavali da. You wouldn't know. Waste fellow you are. Wait let me get up. Here he is. What he did no? He felt shy, probably not brave enough. He thinks he's worthless macha. Hey? Where are you? Forget him. Velaikagadha payan da. I'll tell you, I found it hard to tell her da and now I can see I lost her. Not to someone else macha, but I simply lost her. Why? Hello? Hey ? Oh no,power cut. Where are you? hello?
Damn you! Man in the mirror. 

Probably the worst post ever, still. Thanks for having read through. I haven't gained enough drinking experience to simulate, though, Vaazhga Tamil cinema for having taught me this.

Weather or not

Long long ago, when the world was not infected by H1N1, T.Rajendar, Justin Beiber and the like, there was a guy clad in Levy jean, Rayban shades Adidas shirt, Fastrack watch and Reebok shoes. Ok I just made that up. The guy whose costumes remain a mystery. was walking through the forests which can be found in today's western ghats. So there, he was walking through it and saw a sage in deep penance. Our guy, who is like the person who's typing off crap in the page, was curious to know who was the sage and what kept him busy.(I can hear my mind voice saying "Curious? You? Ha, your reader(s) is/are not fools dude". Well yeah, that sure doesn't sound like me. So I'll try another version, he simply wanted to disturb him. Now that sounds like me)


Well, he thought of a plan as he came up with a pretty lame one. He took out his wand( Fastrack glasses, cape and a wand, No not another Harry Potter ) So he conjured a catapult. he was shocked because he wanted to conjure Kat and make her dance for Sheila ki Jawani and he said the spell for CATapult instead of KATrina Kaif. He said &^%*^%$&&% : (Thats the F-word in sanskrit by the way) and went back to the job of distracting the sage. He aimed a stone at the sage and to his surprise struck him at the fist attempt. The sage knew who it was as he was cheating on his penance,had spotted him a while back and he had been the only means of entertainment in weeks. He cursed him and sent him to the court of Indra.


Indra, Varuna et all were busy watching Urvasi and Menaka dancing for Sheila ki jawani (Atleast Indra remembered half the the spell ) and were interrupted by our guy. They asked him the purpose of his visit. He said he was cursed and wanted to do something in redemption. They asked him what he was good at. He recalled his Deal/No deal and said he was good at guessing. 


Indra: " Who will be the most popular man a million years from now"


Our guy: "Rajnikanth"


Indra was stumped.


Varuna: "Who will be the second most popular man a million years from now?"


Our guy: "You think you can get me with this? That's Rajnikanth again!"


Varuna was stumped too.


Meanwhile Indra reminded Varuna that it was time to change the weather in Chennai from Sunny-like-its-never-been to Rain-cats-and-dogs as there was a cricket match scheduled to begin in a few minutes.


Varuna got a spark of an idea.He said "Hey you've a zillion chances to guess the weather change that I'm about to bring. You'll be free from the curse if you get it right atleast once"


And he started guessing a million years ago, and is still trying to guess it correctly. By the way I forgot to name the character, we'll better call him RAMANAN.

This is it?

There were friends four in number,
You, you,you and me.
It went as far as I can remember,
You,you,you and me.


There are voices in my head,
Screaming at a crescendo.
There's no way back through time,
I've never felt this low.


Scream at me, 
Say life's such a bitch.
Can Somebody please explain to me,
That text,
This sudden hitch.


How can you just lose trust,
Suddenly one fine day?
My life's graph just met a bay,
When destiny gave me this tryst.


This certainly is going to be a long day,
I'm learning things the hard way.


There were friends four in number,
You, you,you and me.
It went as far as I can remember,
You,you,you and me.


Cried like the rain,
So long so hard.
Tried not to strain,
Its really so hard
With a heart full of pain.


There were friends four in number,
You, you,you and me.
It went as far as I can remember,
you,you,you and me.


Am I Broken,
Taken,
Mistaken?
I never thought I'd be this shaken.


The thoughts are striking me numb,
Making me sick, making me blind.
These are moments worst to succumb,
All I wish is there's a rewind.


You of all people refuse to believe,
You could've slapped,
Made me think,
All this stopped,
Before I even blinked.
You think I should just leave?


There were friends four in number,
You, you,you and me.
It went as far as I can remember,
you,you,you and me.


Is it just an illusion,
That I were your life's possession.
Please tell me its a delusion,
That you hate me in unison.


I sit here on my bed,
With eyes blood red.


There were friends four in number,
You, you,you and me.
It went as far as I can remember,
You,you,you and me.


And the fourth fella just dropped dead.

The clown who frowned

Bad weather which brings,
Sad thoughts and mood swings.
Which makes me write crap,
And shamelessly call it rap.
On a tuesday which is usually not brisk,
I wrote this down, read at your own risk.


In the town that was so glee,
There was a happy clown.
To see him people used to flee,
For he never had a frown.


There once was a little girl,
Who was an only daughter.
She was all sad and dull,
The clown vowed to bring back her laughter.


She said she did not have a brother,
He sat down thinking of a plan.
Told her why ask another,
For he was as good a man.


She took him as her own,
Asked all she could.
He brought her a pink gown,
And made her toys of wood.


Her mom gave birth to a baby boy,
She never again came to see the clown.
The clown felt nothing but plain joy,
For he never used to frown.


There was a girl who was single,
For she never befriended a guy .
The clown sang her a jingle,
Danced with her,
She forgot to cry.


A prince asked her to marry,
She was given the crown.
Her life turned so merry,
And she forgot the clown.


The girl and the princess,
Saw him through fences.
Yet happy was the clown,
For he never used to frown.


The clown was left aloof,
His sad days were living proof.
None remembered the clown, 
Who never used to frown.


His days turned so blue,
As leaves were full of dew.
His life became upside down,
And taught him how to frown.


The village of glee,
Slowly forgot to flee.
To see the happy clown,
Who never used to frown.

The prologue

In all seriousness this time I'm serious. I have started with so many books which never crossed the prologue page, I mean writing them ofcourse. This time around I promise myself for the millionth time that atleast a few chapters will be done before this book goes into the recycle bin. I'm setting out to write the prologue and it goes live on my blog. Feedback, sincere feedback would be really appreciated.




Heroes are not born. They are made out of cowards, cowards who react. He was one among them, one who never thought he'd make it big in his life, one who thought famous people were film stars, politicians and sportsmen. 


There were eyes all around him. People he knew, people he did not, people whom he knew and thought they never knew him. Ironically, it was going to be over soon. 


It was a fine day. A perfect weather to do anything, but this. He knew this would come up if not sooner. he was always expecting this, which made him to act fast with life, sort out things then and there possible. 


They questioned him when, where and how. But none asked him why. The world must know why. More than whatever he told them, he wanted to say this. Wanted to say why, not to justify, not to boast about but because of what he believed.


After all, the truth must be told.

Random musings..

I think I'm bored.


I have been totally restless since I woke up, which was around twelve in the afternoon. So bored that I was plain annoying to everyone in the house. tried to watch a movie, listen to songs nothing worked out. 
Now I'm here trying to type a post since its been long since I posted anything. And this seems to crash as well. Let me check if someone's mailed me.


Logging in yahoo..
No unread mails, hmm.


Check Rediff.
Same here, there's one single unread e-mail that I mailed myself.


Twitter? I just closed it, but still there could be something new Its Twitter after all.. 


Hmm, there's a Quiz rather Kweezzz going on. tried my hand at a few questions in the beginning. Did not work out.
I'm totally clueless even to provide lame answers.


There's facebook, hmm logging in.


Ha, exams for everyone, right. Closing window.


What shall I do now?


Ya, check usage. That's a place where there's always something new and shocking.
Oh my, i have used too much. So no internet for the last week, sigh.


Check blog traffic, comments tab, keywords to find anything funny..


Checking mail again..Twitter.. seeing if someone accidentally hit the follow button.


Sigh this is depressing.


Sending all the best messages to everyone.. people are replying immediately. Guess M3 is easy.


Should've gone to meet those three. Stupid Washing machine! Why should it get faulty on this very day and why should I be left in charge of looking after it!


This is really frustrating. 


I think I'm bored. 

Obama,satyabama and appa-amma..

Truth is the hardest thing to believe.


We often misunderstand things to be one, while they come out as the exact opposite of what one imagined. So is the case with the arrival of the American first man/first black American man, Barrack Obama, to India. Most of the common men,by which I exclude Mr.Singh and his corrupt associates, believe that the arrival of the President of the states would make a change in the economic situation of our country. Well,that is not going to happen. 


He says, " Apart from the dreadful incident two years back, the Taj stands as an example for the nation's strength and it feels great to address the gathering from the very same place."


By which he actually means, "I'm glad that I was not elected President two years back and I really regret that Bush did not arrive when Terrorism went haywire two years back at the very same place".

Even after dodging all the questions and enough blaming of Pakistan,Iran and numerous other countries who don't understand what he says because they don't know English(as if the people who speak English give a damn) the media says he is discussing counter terrorism with the PM. He might as well be discussing, the terrorism at the Mumbai cine-plex ticket counters on Diwali day, which won't be revealed on account of being highly classified government info. You can't get this info even via wiki-leaks and that's why I provide you with Vicky-leaks ;)


He says America and India have come more close than ever, which invariably reminds me of Vadivel who tried to shift Delhi to South India. While Indian engineers,doctors and businessmen are waiting outside the embassy for their visas he's busy swiping his 'Visa' and dancing to Bollywood numbers in two piece( A shirt and a pant of course)


He's supposed to have signed a $10 billion deal. Well,there goes the money for Barrack/Manmohan campaign for the next elections. And this indeed would seem as a parody of the government reports. But believe me, Wiki might lie, Vicky won't.


Here, that I have included Satyabama for it sadly rhymes with Obama or so I think it does, I'm forced to make the following statements. The only Satyabama that I know of is the group of institutions run under that name. Which is a paradox. Let me tell you why. Its been portrayed as the strictest institution and its the scale which other colleges use to compare their levels of strictness with. Bite me. Its fun to be there as said by few friends who apparently belong to that chain of institutions.


The food, is immensely awesome and classrooms spacious and provide the perfect environment to sleep unlike the ones 'm forced to sit for 8 hours everyday. 


I know you wish that you could've ignored the Satyabama part completely. There goes my rating into the drains.


And my appa-amma who are not even remotely interested in whether I write about Obama/Satyabama or the annoying next door mama, are indeed interested in the Internet bills that the mailman never forgets to deliver unlike so many other important letters. And that ( and not my train of thought which hit a dead end) is making me stop with this.


Truth indeed is the hardest thing to believe.

From Kalmadi to Kamal & Maddy

The wise say, the otherwise believe-Allan O'Connor.

Ranging from Dan Brown to the 'doctor' who can fly, a common trait keeps them kicking,deception.By making people believe what they want them to believe they fill their pockets and come up with more plans to deceive people.The sole blame is on the people and not on those who succeed in deceiving.Though a major part of the educated society falls prey for the Dan Brown sort, the flying doctor ends up in producing successful actors who otherwise would be engineers who would be grumbling upon flying doctors.


Take Suresh Kalmadi for example.He makes Sharad Powar look like a middle class man travelling in an MTC bus. Politicians spend lakhs of rupees which they looted in their previous regime to come into power again to start stealing for their next campaign.This vicious wheel keeps spinning.At the end of the day its the common engineer, sorry common man who gets affected with prices increasing and pocket money decreasing.

Harm aadmi

You,or one of the yous in one of the parallel universes must be finding this post interesting.I continue for the sake of that being.Apparently, I deceived you by stating there are parallel universes existing and even more by stating that I can write interesting stuff.Now do you realise how simple it is?


What started with poochandi and otha-kannan(One eyed man and No,I'm not scolding any Mr.Kannan in Madras thamizh) follows till today where my Math prof promises to clear my doubts in the next class.We got used to being deceived and the most boasted Indian culture plays perfect host for deception.


So many ads where Aamir Khan drinks abundant amounts of tea and absurdly asks others to stay awake seems to have no effect on the Great Indian Population.We simply can't resist staring at the white woman who comes out of the airport. 


It will take few more decades for people to realise that awareness,common sense and education do not fall under the same zip code.Awareness programmes in India are conducted by the educated and for the educated(of the educated doesn't suit!Drat)




So finally as I'm content with filling enough space, all I need to convey is stay awake and don't get deceived.


Well, for those who managed to stay awake through the post and waiting to comment what does Kamal and Maddy have to do with the title, they're are doing a combo and be prepared to get deceived if Kamal plays a role wherein he's younger than Maddy, or worst case where they are both younger than Trisha.




PS: The quote in the beginning of the post was made up by yours truly.


PPS:There's no person named Allan O'Connor.Again,I made it up.Deception is even simpler isn't it? 


PPPS:I've published cartoons for the first time :D I know I'm a horrible,horrible person to make you undergo all this.Yet,leave brickbats and comments :) 




The wise say, the otherwise believe.

The usual suspects

Clearly, longer your post the more uninviting it is to the eye of your reader. But its seldom that i'm able to make myself write something huge and at the same time worthy of a second read to myself.

This is what I feel after receiving feedback like "Too lengthy", "Started reading, but slept half way through", "Will read the second half in my re-birth" and "Did you even type the whole thing?"

So, before I fill my current post with my opinions on my previous post here we go.

Had a blue week, eight of the seven days were bad.Fights and failed.. no epic failed tests.Days were as boring as they could get.This is life's irony.Good things don't happen when you don't want them to.( Sigh, I can't restrict myself from using the word Life in my posts and sure as hell the post gets labelled philosophical) 

From the polambals in the first few lines to the pombalais that I come across everyday, there are reasons you,me and he state for anything that happens in your,mine and his life.And the blame game, love it dontcha?

These are the usual suspects:

Fate:

"Thy hath been destined to suffer".

This is one reason which is as lame as anything can get. 

Luck: 

Sheldon doesn't believe in luck.Enough said.

God: 

Ha! Name to be used in the beginning,end and in the middle of all crisis.

Yourself: 

No.That wouldn't be fair on my part.