Hey... who's this?

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The guy who is playing the guitar so wonderfully in the video above, who is he? Is he Michael Scofield, a bald Liam Gallagher, perhap's a musical Ronaldo? Guess again folks. Yours truly can also play, as you might have inferred from the videos in the sidebar (although that's only fooling around). And yours truly has also shaved his head.
Well, I think I'll post more videos of me playing the guitar. It may seem a touch Narcissistic, but, hey, I'm allowed that much of vanity.
Feel free to request any song you like. Maybe this blog can become a jukebox of sorts:-)(if i can't play the song, I'll post a video from YouTube in consolation;D).

Another Postcard

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Well, talk about awesome, hilarious songs. I was listening to LastFM, don't remember the station, but suddenly, this song is played. Some lyrics, man! And with complicated strumming, the song becomes a masterpiece. Barenaked Ladies are, like the name suggests, awesome. Watch on....

The tape's not so red any more...

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Well, we all blame the tight red tape wound around any government office, but I had it untied at some places to get my learners’ license made today.
The guy I know, or rather my mum does, came beaming towards me as soon as I got to the place. He took care of all the discrepancies in my application form, and gave me a few dry runs at the ‘test’ you have to take to get the license. After doing it about three times, the questions started repeating themselves; in seven tries I told him that I was ready for the real thing.
Two minutes and a whopping Rs410 later, I had my license. But 400 bucks is a lot. Inflation, they say these days. What the hell are the economists and politicians and stuff doing? We engineers are doing our jobs pretty well. At least, I am. Or at least I think I am after starting that project. Hell I feel proud of myself. I found a path. It is, I admit, long and winding, but a road is a road.
This has never happened to me before. I mean I never wrote arbit stuff like this. Maybe I’m catching the blogging fever. Or whatever the hell they call it. It’s sort of addictive. But hey, I can brag about being an addict now and make that an excuse to stay shabby. ‘Cos baby, shabby is the way to be… uh huh…

When in train do as train-people do...

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Let’s get the facts right, here. I’m sitting in a train bound to Trivandrum. I boarded at Trichy. Seat number 4 in compartment B1. I get into the train. Reach my seat. And a minute later a lady arrives with two kids. They have a huge, huge suitcase. They smile at me, a very sly smile. Very funny creatures, human beings. A smile can mean so many things. I can think of a few right now:
The Genuinely amused smile.
The Sympathising-at-a-weak-joke smile.
The wicked smile.
The Understanding-nod-of-the-head smile.
The Pleased-to-meet-you-not-really-smile.
The hi-I-could-use-some-help-here-smile.
The I-don’t-understand-but-can’t-look stupid-smile.
The… well that’s all I can think of right now.
Where was I? Yes, the lady gave me a sly smile. It was category 6. Glorious Indian tradition left me duty bound to help those who seek my help. And good natured at heart, I naturally oblige. Unfortunately the suitcase wouldn’t fit under the seat, and it had to stand where in natural conditions someone would place their legs. And ironically, that someone turned out to be me. So it was settled. I would have to have a suitcase testing me for knee jerk reflex each time the train jolted. At least they’d get off at Madurai, a three hour journey.
So I resigned myself to ‘The Godfather’.
Amerigo Bonasera’s daughter was beaten to pulp when,

Lady: “Thambi, per enna?” (What’s your name?)
Me: “er… Krishna, but sorry, tamil theriyadu” (er… Krishna, but sorry, I don’t speak
Tamil)
Lady: “oh… ok.”

It’s Connie Corleone’s wedding, and her brother Sonny is checking out the bridesmaid, and suddenly,

Lady: “where… studying?”
Me: “REC, Trichy.”
Lady: “And where going?”
Me: “Trivandrum.”
Lady: “ok,ok…”

Luca Brasi is giving the Godfather his gift,

Lady: “we live in Singapore.”
Me: “oh, you came here for a holiday?”
Lady: “No, no. kids are having vacations, so we come.”
Me: (smile 4) “ok…”

So, many pages of brilliant description, powerful character sketches, intricate plot, inquisitive queries and monosyllabic replies later, Madurai arrived. Oh yes, and so did the smile 6 that I anticipated. I half pushed and half fell over the suitcase and got it to the door. They got off.

Lady: “Thank you so much.”
Me: “oh, you’re welcome, no problem.”
Lady: (to kids) “say thank you to anna.”
Kids: “Thank you anna.” (anna means elder brother).
Me: “You’re welcome.”

At last the train leaves. And I resign myself to my book again. It’s funny, though, that now they’ve left, I slowly lose interest in the book (no offence, Mr Puzo, you’re one heck of a man). I mean it’s no longer a challenge. The plot is progressing very smoothly, no breaks, no interruptions (by the way, the people who took their places were gems. Just gave me a smile 5 and kept to themselves), so strangely I lost the will to read. I gave up the fight after 220 pages and took out my laptop.

I observed that now the number of people staring at me increased by a factor of ten. Annas selling coffee paused to have a peek. Kids travelled from places as far as seat 59 to look at the modern wonder. Passers by stopped to look. Some even smiled. The guy in the bunk above is, as I type, sticking his head out and oscillating his frame of vision between the laptop and my guitar.

I’m feeling very insecure now, with all this staring.
Have-to-stop-turn off-laptop…

But first, think about this. If I were in some place other than Tamil Nadu or other rural regions of our beautiful country, I would still be typing away at leisure. Why is this?

Well, as someone very correctly put it, “We are like this only…”

An early sunrise, and one big download later...

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Time: 6:30 am.
Location: I-lab.


Feeling terribly bored. Waiting for a download to finish. Surprisingly, it's my first non-non-educational download, and I have to wake up at this unearthly hour for it. It is the latest edition of altera's nios II prcessor development tool. But, chuck, what do you know?

And as I sit alone here in the peace, solitude and stuffiness, I think about a lot of things.

Like finally going home today. Yup. That's right. twenty two friggin days I spent here, in this hole of a place, killing time watching friends and movies( some info withheld here, hey! It's my private life), writing abstract poetry (The extravagant adventures of a hopeless middle aged romantic- three episodes, Check out the previous posts), taking stupid tests(the previous post), and lying in bed and planning the future(not April first yet, but thought I'd try!).
And now I'm going home. Home to Delhi. Home to non-insect-infested food. Home to a soft mattress and fluffy pillows. Home to... well, all the good things in life.
But as I plan out the next twenty odd days- dividing my time equally between KFC, Dominoes and McDonalds, and, yes, my favourite kebab and tandoori place, Al-qusar or something it's called- I am overcome by a very strange feeling. In case you were wondering how the Oracle felt when Smith poked two fingers into her arm(and arm does not, I repeat does not mean anything else in Trichy slang) call me now. I feel very infinitesimally sorry to leave this place. There, I said it. Yes, yes, I know. Call me a wuss or something. I don't care. I'll miss here, so what?
I'll miss the stench in my room, the meticulously created mess on my table. I'll miss sitting up through the night playing WoW( after they banned the I-lab after hours, I activated GPRS...Hah), downloading shit at the I-lab for free, after the long wait for the rapidshare link to get activated, making fun of matkas, eating at bamboos and azeez every night, watching scores of movies just for the sake of it, getting fried in the tronics lab, hey, I take that back. I'll miss having a maa from the bru at two in the morning and waking up at two in the afternoon.
But most of all, I'll miss my friends. Yup. Go on. I am a wuss. But the fact is, I'll miss being with all these people, their Chandler-inspired punchlines, their equally stinky and messy rooms, their company in CS and WoW and their idiosyncrasies that make them who they are.

Well, i've told you all about my thoughts and feelings, and now my download is done. Hey thanks for keeping me company at this ungodly hour. Claim your reward on 6th January at 12:30 am, I'll be at Bru.

And fyi, I wasn't bluffing about the educational nature of this download, after all, okcupid says I'm a nerd...

Hello...Hello.. Testing please...Check...Check...

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I've been feeling quite depressed lately. And very agitated. I get provoked at the most trivial things.
I was browsing around aimlessly, when I found the link to a test on www.okcupid.com. 
It's called the 'How you would commit murder test'.
I took it.
Turns out, you guys should stay away from me....
Here's the result:

You are a victim to your animal instincts. When you get angry, you lose control. If you were to murder someone, it would probably be after a heated confrontation. You'd get so furious that your only aim would be to cause the other person pain. And how would you do that? You'd reach out your arms and strangle them to death. Slow, painful and ugly.

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 24% on Composure
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You scored higher than 19% on Style
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You scored higher than 10% on Intelligence
 


So, whaddaya say? Friends for life??:-p










And while I was at the testing thing.... I took one more....
The 'Who you would be in 1400'  test...
Surprisingly... I'm the Cardinal... Result:

The Who Would You Be in 1400 AD Test

Your Score: The Cardinal

You scored 71% Cardinal, 30% Monk, 20% Lady, and 32% Knight!

You are the real power behind the throne. No one dares dispute or refuse you. Which is good because that's how you get things done. You are also, however, completely corrupt and highly immoral. This doesn't bother you in the least as you lounge around your rich comfortable surroundings, reveling in wealth and authority.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 99% on Cardinal
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You scored higher than 99% on Monk
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You scored higher than 99% on Lady
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You scored higher than 99% on Knight

You know you've been Trichy-fied when...

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1. You give a flower sporting, saree-clad specimen another look.

2. You concentrate hard on the conversation two fat guys in lungis are having in the seat behind you.

3. Your eyes search for a sambar-rasam-sadam combination on any menu card.

4. You experience the urge to communicate in a strange new language.(Research has shown that this is a unique combination of Tamil, English, Hindi, Malayalam and also Japanese. Research has also shown that NITT grads have inadvertently mastered the language).

5. You think 'da' means 'full-stop' daaa

6.You eat a 'pizza' at icy.

7. You listen to 'Nethu Rathiri' blaring out of 'Bose' Speakers in the local bus. And enjoy.

8. You travel to chennai more often than you take a bath.

9. Body parts other than your mouth and your eyes start watering after a sumtuous pongal-vada breakfast.

10.Your resume reads bovinology as an area of special interest.

11. you can name 25 types of chutneys. And tell with proper reasons which tastes best with dosas.

12. You think that the world is divided into 'annas' and 'akkas' with the ocassional 'thambi' in between.

13.You pulverize anyone who refers to 'ettukal poochi manidhan as spiderman.

14 All your friends are called GMC, BBC, VH1, VH2, DVD and WTC.

15. You think that Baskin Robbins is a living person.


-Perv and Ulti Khopdi.

The Extravagant Adventures of a Hopeless Middle Aged Romantic, The Finale:

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He came back down to earth, at last,
To get a little rest.
A long siesta, undisturbed,
For he'd lost all that zest.

He reposed like that for many an hour,
Neither good dream, nor bad.
In his mind life had lost all its meaning.
His needles were all that he had.

Syringes and needles and bottles and packets
Of stuff that dreams were made of.
Everyday injected right into his soul,
Sorrow and pain it would ward off.

All his adventures were dreams and fancies,
Each one a narcotic trick;
And that brings to an end the poignant tale of
The hopeless, middle aged romantic.

The Extravagant Adventures of a Hopeless Middle Aged Romantic, Episode 3:

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But as he walked away it seemed
The light was coming nearer.
Beads of sweat ran down his face,
The night was getting clearer.

Soon the fire touched his skin,
He waited for the pain.
But all he felt was a little pin-prick;
And then pleasure insane.

He was soaring in the starry sky,
Far, far away from earth.
He felt like he was one with heaven,
A new beginning, rebirth.

For hours and hours he flew like he had
Never known sorrow.
The end, dear friend, it has to wait
Until it is tomorrow. 

The Extravagant Adventures of a Hopeless Middle aged Romantic, Episode 2:

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(Try reading between the lines, understand the symbolism.)

He walked and walked until he saw
A bright and shining light,
That lightened up the darkened path,
And painted up the night.

Then he saw a little bird perched
Upon a tall oak tree.
She sang a melancholy dirge,
And was sad as sad could be.

"Why do you weep, O little bird?",
He asked in sympathy.
"My son, he died, burned in the fire, 
All alone he left me."

He walked away from the murderous light,
Afraid that he might die.
"What happens next", you ask of me,
"Patience, my friend!", say I.  




The Extravagant Adventures of a hopeless middle aged romantic, Episode 1.

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"Ah! Sunrise, beatiful dawn!",
Said he as he awoke.
He brushed and bathed and broke his fast,
And then he solemnly spoke-

"Today is such a wonderful Day,
let me live life again,
Bask in the warmth of the morning sun,
Get drenched in the heavenly rain."

So dressed up in his holiday suit,
And sporting his holiday smile,
"My holiday boots are waiting",said he,
"And I'll walk many-a-mile!"

He walked on and on in light and dark,
Not stopping in his way.
The story hence, my dear friends,
I save for another day.