The day i went cooking

What i am going to describe now is one my blackest day in short span of life...the day i went cooking....Of course i was and am still the hero of that story, so guys dont expect to get the unabridged version of the story...

The day was pretty much the same as any other normal day, or was till the moment devil occupied my brain and commanded me to cook. An idle mind is devil's workshop and that was just the case that day. And i realise now,today that the devil who came into me on that particular day was the best of his kind....It is said that the devil needs the help of the person himself to provide the point of vulnerability,where he can be attacked. And that my dear friends is very true to the core... Coming back to that day, it was around evening and i was back from school extremely tired(was palying cricket :-) ). I was sitting on my sofa happily watching Tom and Jerry cartoon...guys dont be surprised, that was my own way of wasting time.... well Tom was at his best,gaily chasing Jerry all around the globe... suddenly Jerry jumped into the soup........


SOUP,i thought and the devil jumped into me...the devil whom i so vividly potrayed just a bit before...Readers, please note that from here on i aint responsible for the actions that i perform.The devil in me is the culprit to be blamed(at this moment i actually thank the devil for clearing of my name).... well where was i ??? ah yes, Soup i thought... well i sat thinking about the last time i had soup...that was a pleasant memory coz i had it at a chinese restaurant.Chineese are very good in soup making. Well that thought was sponsored by the devil.And off i went to buy chineese soup from a nearby shop.The shopkeeper gleefully gave me a packet of the soup and smiled helpfully, a smile that made him look like will smith... i bounced bask homeward, smelling the packet as if the polythene packet would smell soup.


Once at home,the devil,his powers increased on the home ground, took total control of me... i placed the water for the soup on the stove and then cut open the packet of the soup pushing the contents of the pack into the water in a rush... Then suddenly i felt nauseating and was knocked out for a minute... I felt as if i was in a dream and the shopkeepers smile haunted me during that one minute which seemed to me a year .... when i came to, i found that the packet was way beyond expiry... The age old pressurized preservatives had done their job.....Now it dawned to me, the shopkeepers smile, man ! i must have been first soup cutomer in the last two years....

Raging with fury i was on my way to the shopkeepers, walking at an awkward pace, suddenly i remembered.... gosh the stove !!!! i braked hard, turned back and ran.... ran like i never did before...like i never imagined i would be capable of .... i reached home gasping for breath and thoroughly exhausted. I am a person with an athletic build, but i thought i lost around 5 kg in that run... i blitzed into the kitchen and stared at the stove expecting another faint due to mercaptons( the stuff which gives smell to Lpg)... To my dismay, i hadnt even turned the gas on !!!! what a wasted effort on running.... i sat down exhausted, the running had taken the juice outta me....


The devil must have had enough of me coz suddenly my mind became rational again and i switched on the tv.... there again was Tom blisfully chasing Jerry despite getting smashed right in the face... well that is life i thought, get up and get going ...... walk over the troubles....well it is when i talk philosophy that i am normal,and i was normal by the time i was immersed into Tom & Jerry... well, that was the day i went cooking, only that i quit even before i started.....................

The day since i saw...

"The day since i saw" or Kanda naal mudal as it is popularly called was my latest attempt to kill away some of my precious time... Had i known about astrology or had a bit of common sense i should have restrained myself from reaching the theatre...well what a day was that or rather what a night was that !!! It was at the most opportune moment that we, me myself and my friends decided to make it for the movie at night...

The pre requisites for a movie satisfied (a good meal without having had to pay for it), we made our way to the movie theatre... Silence has not been one of our virtues and so we made to the theatre chatting amongst ourselves over a wide range of subjects right from philosophy to girl friends (gosh !!! both are same). The outside of the theatre was bustling with activity, an event that was not common at night.. it was a saturday and christmas eve... so that explained it... The kadalai-vendors were among the first ones to realise the potential of such a night, man, they would make a very smart business executive...We were no exception to the kadalai magic that was lingering in the air... with such an aroma one wouldnt need saif to come up and say "raha na jayae...". Eating kadalai we went into the movie theatre...

That was when the surroundings changed, and so did our attitudes.... The movie started with a great turn off , the worst one can ever imagine, a documentary on agriculture...It went on for fifteen minutes, as if the movie hall was expected to be full of farmers on a saturday night !!! That was just an indication of what was in store for us.

The movie started quite unexpectedly transcending the lines of time. Two cute kids made to perform a task which they do with utmost ease in contrast to the experienced adults who find acting an uphill task... Thier fight which seemed much of a sport to me, was perceived by the entire audience at the marriage as a major war which even made the bride interrvene... Then the movie proceeded to make those kids grow up into teenagers in a flash with a song that helps them perform this transition... "Man", i thought, "this songs is good, good work yuvan"...

Perhaps, that was the last time i found the movie enjoyable(right now i'm five minutes into the movie)... Then was the display of continuous boy girl tussle going on between the hero and heroine. The movie gradually carved out its shape thanks to a very ordinary looking but smart fella.. One of my friend whispered with great reverence.."hey, the guy you are watching is an IIMA graduate...".. well after a miserably done CAT, i found myself eulogising his performance.. the only difference was that i saw him from then on as an IIM fella rather than an actor... hmmm... biased judgements are the worst kind of bad habits ....

Thankfully, the director seemed to have enough of this IIM fella and so despatched him to US (or some place other than chennai,i didnt bother to find out where..). Then it struck me how hopelessly lost i was ! I was briefed by my friend that the IIM fella had rightly rejected the heroine as he thought their chemistry didnt match... "oh", i said and then a flash went up in my head and struck me with such an intelligence that i felt like einstein at that moment... i asked, what the hell ???? where the hell did chemistry come from ??? what does chemistry have to do with love ??? CHEMISTRY...in love, man, That was a revelation...

I was yet to recover from the shock when thankfully the sign intermission turned up... It was during this period that i got the first reviews about this movie from my friends... They said a lot about a couple of songs, that had blissfully escaped my notice when was at IIMA... We had ice creams and soda which were costlier than the earth itself... We went inside the hall again and managed to catch a fuming hero blasting up a huge tower(typical hollywood movies)... Then was the part that everyone is accustomed to find boring... A couple of models with two inch thick make-up danced about in colourful sarees and with an amount of jewellery that would have seemed comical anywhere else but in a movie theatre... Another ad came up on a similar note and it was my friend who pointed out that this was a textile ad while the previous was a jewellery ad..

Then i saw a huge plane that zoomed into the screen, an indication of thefantastic stuff that was about to come up next.... we saw a simulation of a WTC (thanks to my GK, i could recognize that).. the plane went and crashed into it... then came up something that i couldnt believe was possible ever ... guess what, the building was intact with just the plastering torn off in places, just enough plaster to expose a steel rod within... A cartoon man in banian and a helmet came up and said "MURUKKU Kambigal".....and what's more, the title was NOV 11 attack... i sat transfixed in my seat, too perplexed to think anything ,let alone say anything... That, i felt, was something, i will never be able to swallow in an eternity.....

The movie began, drifting me away from the shock and i managed to gather that the two kids who fought in he beginning were the lead pair and their tussle ended up in love.... This, at least, was something that i was used to.... invariably 80% movies of the late shows tussle ending up in love and each movie is based on love on a 100 % basis... What a loving population that we have got.... The hero then tries his best to cry and show his emotions and the heroine had long given up the attempt to try showing emotions on the screen... perhaps it is her huge dimple that managed to keep the audience under control.... Then came the saga of uselfishness where the characters exceed themselves as regards their sacrifices.. the hero sacrifices for his friend, the heroine for her family, hero for heroine, mother for son, and the movie turns into a highly complex one, the solution of which is NP-hard ....

Then it was my cup-cake, the IIMA fella who turned up from US(i wasnt sure of the place again) ... The hero was making a huge mess at the airport shouting at the top of his voice ,yet was magically un-noticed by the huge population there...The heroine seemed pathetic at this juncture with her efforts to cry, seeming like a laugh( this is the place where dimples are bad) ... Then comes the IIM fella who suddenly shouts "This is CHEMISTRY".... i thought chemistry ??? but there ended the film abruptly putting end to all further thought...

We moved out of the hall, having lost our capacity to think, to believe to do anything,man !! the movie sure touched a few strings in us...all we could do, was to walk our way home silently... i dont know what went through others mind, but i was thinking of my chemistry master..... That was all that the movie could manage to do to me.... "the day i saw"....

BUNKING

This blog is primarily about the art of bunking classes. Bunking classes has been a tradition for the entire student community and i believe that almost everyone of us have bunked classes. Actually it is pretty scary for me to attempt writing about bunking as a friend of mine is an adept at the same. The art of bunking is not quite simple as it seems, a lot of technology goes into it...

To begin with let us try classifying the bunks . According to my experience, there are broadly two kinds of bunking possible
1. Good ones (which escapes punishment)
2. Bad ones (which gets caught)

The good ones require a lot of thought into the act, while the bad ones are quite intutional.The good ones are often seen to be exercised by the expert bunkers who make sure that they go unnoticed both by the teacher and the students... They are the ones who actually enjoy bunking and are past-masters at the trade. They are thorough professionals who achieve their end without attracting any attention. One can put them under the class of James Bond and the like. These belong to the minority in the bunking community...They have themselves hidden under the masks namely the titles " studious" or "sincere" conferred by the teachers and students....

The bad ones are those who attract quite an attention etiher due to their stupidity or due to their pompous nature... Most bunking comes under this category unfortunately and so are seen as plainly by the teachers as daylight. These kind of people are stupid enough to announce their bunks to everyone around them.. maybe they get attention and are regarded as heroes... yes, they do get a lot of attention.... and as a bonus they get the attention of teachers too...And they manage to get more stupid when caught !!! They try to invent lies on the spot, but lies arent those which comes good in a tight situation, all the more when it is to be delivered as an extempore. Neverthless they come out in the most conscpicuous format at the worst time possible.. and whats more they push you further in inextricably... Once caught bunking, the unfortunate fellow's ego and embarassment soars higher which incites him into further such announced attempts. The main reason being, him, wanting to prove that he is good at bunking which he isnt obviously....


So my dear bunkers of student community, Bunking is best done when it goes un-noticed totally... If you want to bunk, the first thing you have to do is to shut up . so "if u want to bunk, bunk, dont talk "...............

Engineering a religion ????

The very word engineering strikes an awe and a gasp . The awe from the layman and the gasp from the student. Engineering was considered as the ultimate in science and technology and the most professional amongst all the fields of education. In short it is nothing short of a religion. Where does this parallelism between the two arises ? well it exists whether we want it or not...Just as religion is being blindly followed so is engineering these days. Religion was to provide a way of meaningful existence for a man, but it has become quite the opposite. Engineering is quite an contradition to itself as many take it up just to make sure they are in the mob.Engineers are dime a dozen these days... Mob psychology has induced so many engineers into the society..

Why talk of society ? its pretty vague.. no point in depending upon others to find our individuality. Any student as for that matter has to know what he wants to be.. what he needs to get expertise.. Sledom do we find such a guy or gal who "knows" what he/she is, instead of believing the projection of themselves with the perception of another(the mob)... The unique fields feel the blow.. these fields lose many a good people just because the gifted ones lack the ability to realise oneself.

Coming to engineering, why do we have such mad craze for engineering ? The primary factor has been already discussed.. No it is not certainly the fact that it is the most professional amongst courses... Mob psychology contributes the major share of engineers...Journalism is one course which has been the most professional.. and another is politics .. both these are professional to the core.. so is law... Another factor is the pay packages.. The common mis conception that engineers are paid much, has penetrated deep into the analytical thinking of sutdents...yes engineers do get good pay on an average.. in fact more than they deserve... but their individuality gets lost in the mediocrity... That is what that has happened to religion.. the uniquness of the religion., their salient features has been lost in the vast ocean of mediocrity... The mediocrity in this case arising due to lack of depth in thought...

It seems that this trend is likely to continue unabated... Many, are the students who have lost themselves into mediocrity.well, i'm one of them ...........................................

Hi

To start with let me do justice to the title i had stole from a legendary book. This post is basically what i felt about that great literature and i do hope that i ll make a fair bit of impression upon the one who has the patience to read this blog. What impressed me the most was the feature that money is not evil. The entire novel revolves around the fact that being selfish and earning money by means of a profit that is well-deserved is good. Sacrifices which are considered as noble all around is stomped upon in this unique novel. "Live your own life and not for the sake of others", if you were to ask what was the most beautiful sentence that bowled me in this book.

But i shall say no more, as reading the book is a pleasure on its own and i'd never do the cardinal crime of spoiling one's reading pleasure...

Let us move the world... and live our lives to the fullest extent .