Weak End

Gahhhh... it's the weekend again... somehow the last weekend of a month is something i never look forward to... perhaps it's because i'm absolutely cash-strapped by then... it's two of those days in the month when i sleep and i sleep and i sleep, hoping the day would just pass by... i miss those days in college when a weekend either meant meeting up with the guys or a stroll along the beach with the girl (guess that's the only part of college i'll ever miss)... all that's happening now on weekends is depressing music and even more depressing movies...

Life has now come to a standstill... it's not good, it's not bad... just somewhere in the middle... it won't improve, neither will it deteriorate... there's absolutely nothing to look forward to... the light at the end of the tunnel is still a tiny, shimmering spark...

Perhaps it's time.........

Coincidences & The End Of The World

I meet one of my colleagues' girlfriends and her striking similarity with one of my schoolmates immediately hits me... so much that I loudly remark about it... and then I come home and I get a text... from a schoolmate who's come down to India from Canada for holidays... and this schoolmate was the exact same schoolmate who I thought looked like my colleague's girlfriend... coincidence??... the limits of it I'd say!...

And then there's the other coincidence too... the sad one... V's getting married... Ghostrider II is out... I send a "hi... long time!" mail to V just a week before she gets engaged... yes... 2012 is the year of the apocalypse, and the end of (my) world has just happened...

Funny thing... the day my friend tells me about the engagement, I was watching this crappy movie (which I think was called 'Vinaythandi Veruvaaya') about a Christian mallu and a Tamil Hindu... the guy is an engineering student, and the girl is the older one... both want to get married but fear opposition from society... and in the end they part ways... coincidence again???...

And oh yeah... thanks to an idiot friend of mine, the fact that I'm "schizophrenic" is published in our office newsletter, and the whole world "knows".... great!!... 

The Time When I Partied n Partied n Partied...

"There goes yet another girl by the window
Despised by some, Hated by some
Like the cold winter breeze
All in a flash she was gone........."


I'm beginning to hate the fact that I'm not able to write more often... the last two months have been packed with a lot of action that I can barely remember anything that happened (that sounds a little contradicting, doesn't it?!)... to start off, we had Independence Day celebrations at work, when we had our faces painted with the colors of the flag and each of us patriotically hoisted a flag each on Facebook!!!... yeah, Facebook!... is there anything you can't do on Facebook these days?!!!... FB can even calculate which person from amongst my friend list I will be marrying in a few years!!!... I wonder how people who don't have Facebook IDs survive!...

Then there were the couple of client visits at work... the usual kind of people, who sit on glass tables, with a small bottle of mineral water and a crystal glass gleaming in front of each of them... I've often wondered, 'do these people feel thirsty at all??'... the way they take those tiny sips out of their glasses, and make sure that they are only halfway through the bottle when the entire 4-hour conference is over - truly thought-provoking... and then there was the company party, in which I managed to, if not make a complete one, make a partial idiot of myself by totally losing my senses...

Speaking of which, I've come up with this total new look, with a brand new haircut... of the 47 people I've met after my revamped look, all 47 have hated it... so I guess, the look's gonna stay for a while!!!... and speaking of haircuts (which I've had 2 in 3 weeks btw), for the first one that I had, I had a stupid kid and his even more stupid dad in line before me... so that meant I had to sit through and watch all the antics that the kid and his dad were putting up for me... the kid was getting a mushroom cut (which according to me is the ugliest haircut ever... so ugly that it was banned in my school!!) and his dad kept watch beside him, a gleaming ear-to-ear smile on his face all the while... wiping the kid's face every time a strand of hair fell on it... I had had enough when the dad started throwing flying kisses at the kid, and was all set to leave, when the barber, who was also apparently sick of the drama, shaved off whatever was remaining on the kid's head and threw the two of them out of the shop... bahhhh... kids and parents these days... get a life people!

Looks like the rains have finally begun to hold up, which is quite sad btw... agreed I hate rains, but at least the weather is cool and the car stays clean during rains... I missed the opportunity of staying at home, down with fever, sipping on hot choco this monsoon... I guess I haven't done that since college!... I remember those days when VG and me used to get those piping hot coffees with those straws with microscopic outlets... I never really understood the point... those things always have the habit of surprising you when the coffee reaches your mouth... bah... but those days were good... when it all started with hot coffee and an eBiz presentation... it was all it took.......... sigh...

Anyways, here we are... it's October... the month of Octoberfest... like it has anything to do with me, but still... it's been a month since 'THE NXT LVL'... an attempted rip-off of The Nirvana Nites... almost hit the spot... it's at least good to know that a handful of the guys are already looking forward to the next edition... hmmm... in other news, my best pal, whom I haven't seen in six years has moved to Europe... it's good to know that people are getting on with their lives... and lastly, I'm suffering from PMS (no no NO!!!... PMS doesn't stand for what you think it stands for!!... it stands for Phone Malfunctioning Syndrome) yet again!!!... so every fifteen minutes, my phone keeps freezing up... so if you are lucky enough to call me during the 15-minute unfrozen window, I shall be answering the call... else... well, you won't know, but on the other end, I may be banging the phone on some wall... talk about freezing, I used to have this friend in school, whom I told about my PC freezing up every now and then, and she suggested I should keep my PC in an oven... ahhhh... thank God she doesn't work where I work now!!!... ;)... (my colleagues would know why!... lol)....

Ciao....

My Take On....

Life @ Ghost House... Well it's been almost a month since I've moved into my new apartment... the 'Ghost House' as we call it... why is it called the Ghost House??... simple... because there's a ghost in the house!!!... (or at least my roomies think so!)... so now it's living with a bunch of roomies, four to be precise... so there's the waiting-in-line-to-get-into-the-shower, finding your stuff mixed up, waiting for weeks and weeks till all of your roomies go home and your chick can 'pay you a little visit', and blah blahs...

Reel life n Real life... I was watching this movie recently in which there's this chick who's got Parkinson's and she's in love with this guy, who's got nothing... I meant, no diseases... and then they break up... and she finds another guy, and he wishes she were back... and then he talks to her, and then there's the female's tears of joy and BAM!! they're back together... daim!!!... it always happens... the couple break up... the female finds another guy, who's far too better (and richer with a much better job, in most cases) than the previous guy... and then one fine day, the previous guy shows up, and BAM!! they're back together!!!!............ DAIM!!!!....

Cars n Gals... I just figured out recently that cars and girls give you the same feeling (well, almost)... a new chick is like your new car... and the old hag you're trying to dump is like... well... your old car!... think about it... you drive around in the same car for a year or two... you start thinking that it's the most perfect car you can have... so far, there have been no glitches.... everything's been real smooth... and then one fine day, you get your new car, which may not be as grand and expensive as your old one... though there might be some features (that were present in your old car) missing in the new one, you still won't mind... just because it's a new car, and you can't hate it... and then one fine day, the car breaks down... and then, you curse it... you realize how much better your old car was... and you begin wishing you had your old car back... well, a car once gone, is gone for good... and.... uhmmmm.... ok next.... (I am so good at talking rubbish, ain't I??... I wish there were awards for rubbish bloggers!!!...)

Being Obsessed with Obsessions... I've always had some sort of obsessions throughout my life... when I was really young (we're talking one-n-a-half decades ago), I was really obsessed about studying... I know it's a really stupid thing to be obsessed about, but then, those were my days of stupidity... when I grew a little older (like a decade ago), I was obsessed about counting the number of manholes I came across when I walked on the roads (no, it's not a very disgusting thing to do... Muscat's manholes aren't half as stinky as India's!!...)... then in college, I was obsessed with my pictures... my phone had one of my pictures as its wallpaper... my PC had a tiled wallpaper of my picture... the chick would keep saying 'Dude, are you obsessed with yourself?!'... sigh... those were my Days of Stupidity Part-II... and then after the chick left, I became obsessed about serial killers... so much that I'd almost created an entire website on my collection of serial killers from the past century... well, my point here is... is... isssssss.... uhmmmm.... what could my point here be??.... hmmm... that everyone's got a secret obsession???... yess!!... precisely my point!!!... everyone's got a secret obsession!!!... some people are obsessed about Facebook, some are about new clothes, while others may be about Transformers toys, while still others may be about screwing other people's lives, or even reading senseless, mindless blogs!!!!... I would call all of that obsessions!!!.... oh... all you pathetic obsessed people!!!.... I take pity on you!!!...

Passengers n music... My taste in music has never been particularly appreciated by anyone... they always hate the music I love to listen to... but recently, I gave this colleague of mine a ride in my car... as usual, my 'favorite' playlist was playing.... but instead of asking me to change the music, this guy was totally enjoying the music... he even started showing hand gestures in appreciation... I was left totally clueless... to find out what was going on, I changed the music to songs which are universally hated by everyone... and then, surprises of surprises, this guy started headbanging!!!... my insides were aching because I was holding on to my laughter... and then, this guy got down at his place, and the fun was all over...

Hating kids... There has always been a reason why I've hated kids... though I haven't been able to find a core reason for doing so, I have a multitude of tiny tiny reasons... here's one... today's Saturday... the kids downstairs have been playing cricket for the past four hours... and guess what they've been using as their wicket... my car!!!!... I have half a mind to pick up a shotgun and go BAM! BAM! BAM! (oh, that's a lot BAM's in this post!!!... this post's getting way too violent... you better be above 18 years old if you're reading this one!!!....)... totally pissing off... I just crashed my car today and.... speaking of which!!!....

My car losing its virginity... Yes... though it's had a few bumps a couple of times before, this is the first major crash... so it's the official loss of its virginity... I was running a red signal, and BAM!!!... (again!) I crashed into an autorickshaw... since I was at fault, all I could do was speed off... and now, there's a crack in the side view mirror... I guess the car will have to live with it for as long as it stays with me!....

Indians... Now these are some people who need to get themselves a good mirror and look into it closely (well, I'm talking metaphorically of course... those who can figure it out, go figure!)...

Ok, this is not really a part of this post, but... Chowder was down in Cochin couple of weekends back... was a big change to have an ISMer here... it always is a big change having an ISMer home... anyways, this time round, we were off to Vagamon... was a pretty good place... so good that we think it would make a good and cheap replacement for Munnaar... I have few pics on my phone, but due to some technical snitches I am not able to upload them... so, I guess I'm done for now... but before I leave, let me remind you... it's 'Studying Bells' for me... we might have a second chapter of Chennai in our hands... keeping my fingers crossed.... ciao!

Unsociali-zinggggg...

(Wow!... it was only when I wrote the heading that I realised that there's a 'Zing' in unsocializing too!!...)

It's 2k11!!!... 11 years after the Y2K, and the world is running just as fine!... though I'm almost two weeks late, happy New Year to all the very very few people who actually read this blog!!... have a great year!!... we don't have much time left.... 2012's just a year away!...

Nothing much has happened in the past two weeks really... the company's New Year party was fun... games, singing, dancing, drinking, doing nothing, watching others have fun and a lot more... then there was the company guitarist belting out some numbers... oh and of course, there was Summer of '69... where there's mallus and rock music, there's always Summer of '69... I still remember last year's New Year party... there were people from just about everywhere in the world (though the majority was mallussss!)... it looked more like a World Cultural Conference than a New Year Party!... anyways there was this mallu rock band from somewhere in India... think it was Delhi... (mallus don't have the habit of staying back in Kerala and calling themselves 'Mallus' once they become famous... once/if I become famous, I intend on telling the world I'm from Bihar... or maybe Orissa... (Mumbai and Delhi have become too old and boring))... for the first three hours, everyone was seated at their respective tables while the band continued their singing... I could even hear a few aunties complaining, "Why can't these bledy fellows sing some malayalam songs??!!! who wants to listen to all this rubbish?!"... once the booze was out, a few uncles showed the courage to go forward and show off their dancing skills, which seemed very very inappropriate... Indians should never dance to a song that is not Indian... Rajnikant's 'Devuda Devuda' steps for 'Hotel California' is very very very weird!!!... anyways, the band finally decided to sing Summer of '69 around close to midnight... and that was when the crowd went wild... uncles and aunties were running around the place screaming... and... then.... and thennnn.... and then what?... and then nothing!... my point was, Indians are crazy about 'Summer of '69'... I somehow lost track in between... :P... ok back to the party... hmmm.... then there was nothing much... oh!!!... of course, there were the cheesecakes!!!.... which was a wonderful sight to behold... (after I moved out of Chennai, I have always been on the hunt for the perfect place for the perfect cheesecake... sadly, mallu bakers haven't even heard of cheesecakes, let alone the perfect one!)... a tear escaped from my eye when I saw the gazillion slices of cheesecakes spread lavishly over the dessert table... I was in a tranced up condition... I was transported far far away to Cheesecake Land... where I married Ms. Cheesecake, and we had several little Cheesecakes running around the house... we would eat cheesecakes for breakfast, cheesecakes for lunch, and cheesecakes for dinner... I would spend the night drinking gin and cheesecake juice... and when I fought with Mrs. Cheesecake, we would throw cheesecakes at each other... I was in this wonderful Cheesecake dream for a while, before I snapped back to reality... and then I went on to stuffing myself with cheesecakes...

I guess it's the hit I took today that's totally affected my thinking... I was taking a walk from the pantry to my desk at work today... when THUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!! my shoulder crashed into a fire extinguisher hanging on the wall... no problem yet... and then there was a smaller THUD (with only a single 'D').... that was the noise of the fire extinguisher breaking from it's position on the wall and falling to the ground (under normal circumstances, that was supposed to set off the fire alarm for the entire building... luckily for me, the alarm wasn't working!)... and then there was silence... pin-drop silence... suddenly, a hundred heads turned up from their respective cubicles in unison and glared at only one thing... ME!!!!... a small group came rushing forward to see whether the fire extinguisher was alright... I screamed in pain inside my head... I almost expected my arm to fall off... anyways, now my arm's alright... but my brain has still not recovered from the trauma...

Woooo... it's 2011!!!... a whole new year!!... and it doesn't even feel like a new year... at this point of time, I'm going through the same mindframe that I was in back in 1999, when, for the first time in my life, I heard about the world going to end... at that time, throughout the year 1999 I was busy making plans to hide under the strongest table available to escape the world's fate... but that was then... right now, I'm busy calculating at what rate I should be saving up so that I can afford one of those spaceships for two which will transport my girl and me far far away to the moon....

PS.: for the idiots, New Year with the capital 'N' and 'Y' is the occasion, new year with the small 'n' and 'y' is... ermmm.... uhmmm.... the opposite of old year...

3am!!...

Gahhhh... I hate it when I'm awake at 3... be it pm or am... anytime of the day... doesn't matter... I remember seeing in some movie ages ago, that the time stands still at 3am... and evil spirits step out and start dancing around... (which is totally possible at the place I'm staying (ajo's place, Chennai))... it's funny how my sleep at the "3's" have come down... in school, I used to be asleep at both the 3's... 3am and pm... 'am' obviously everyone is asleep... 'pm' was the tiny ten-minute nap I used to get in between swallowing my lunch and tuitions... and then, in college one of the 3's was cut down... at 3am, I used to be busy playing FIFA!!... of all the things!... at 3pm, however, I used to be very much asleep in my college bus, on my way back home... and now, I'm awake at both the 3's... 3pm I'm at work (can't sleep there)... 3am, I'm still up... gahhhh...

Something's real funny... I started typing this post ten minutes ago... at 3am... and... the time is still 3am!!... uh-oh... what's that noise??... oh my gawd!!... aaaahhhhh.... helppppp!!!!.... somebodyyyy!!!.... aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh...................................................................

Mmmmmm.... Movies, Mall, Maal & getting Mauled

Ahaaa... the past one week has been one of the best in this year, so far!!... breakthroughs almost happening, getting close but not close enough to good things (which is pretty good enough in this era of recession and my life of depression... ugh!)...

Movies... two of them... the crappy one first... Raavanan (please note... it's 'Raavan' with an 'an'... so, dummies who didn't realise, we're looking at the tamil version here...)... when i saw the posters of the movie stuck all over kerala and chennai, more in kerala though (i remember mentioning about it once before... mallus are more crazy about tamil movies than mallu ones, and are crazier than the pandis are about tamil movies...), seeing Ash's tranced look and Vikram's dark persona made me think Vikram was a mafia druglord, and Ash their guinea pig... i was pleasantly surprised/menacingly shocked when it didn't actually turn out that way... anyways, when i first saw Vikram jump into the river, it gave me the hopes that there might be something in the movie after all, something better than mere 'drug-dealing'... but then, half an hour later, Ash jumped into the same river too (only thing dumb female didn't realise there was a tree in between)... and with that, the movie went down the drain too... the second half was all about 'I-kidnapped-you-because-...' and 'you-kidnapped-me-so-now-you-get-to-keep-me'... towards the end of the movie, the director got confused, and left us even more clueless... the only good feeling i had at the end of the movie was that i'd watched the tamil version first... they say the hindi version's even more pathetic... (have to add that Vikram's 'Dhakinakakakaka' vaguely reminded me of Rajnikanth's 'Lakalakalakalakalaka' !!!!....)

Movie number two was 'I Hate Luv Storys'... it's not very often that i get to watch movies in which i like the hero as well as the heroine... though the movie was a bit of an overdosage (the guy thinks love stories are fake and then the female thinks so too, the female goes to the airport and then the guy too, female goes to premier and so does the guy... ugh!... draggyyyyyyyyyy!...), in the end, it didn't end up being just another pile of trash... feel-good factor: definitely the soundtrack!!...

Last weekend, i was in chennai... and for the first time i visited Express Avenue, chennai's next big thing (quiet literally)... and then, today i was walking along MG Road here in cochin... and i figured out a connection between Spencer's Plaza, Express Avenue (both in chennai) and MG Road, cochin... MG Road is like half of a single phase of Spencer's Plaza rolled out onto a boulevard... and Express Avenue is like a bloated up version of Spencer's... voila!!... (okay okay... it was a little hot in the afternoon, and my thinking was getting a little hazy...)

Okay... 'Maal' and 'getting Mauled'... i seriously have no idea why i put that up in the title... i've been having this recent obsession with alphabets (err... isn't that what we call 'literacy'?!... or is it not?!...), so i thought 'maal' and 'mauled' would go with the flow... i remember, those biharis guys (in college) used to refer to chicks as 'maal'... the tamils used to refer to them as 'sarak'... and the mallus, 'charak'... it seriously doesn't make much sense to me... when literally translated (for the sake of all my non-indian readers... ;)...), all the 'nicknames' mean something equivalent to 'luggage'... of course, we do refer to some features of the female anatomy as 'baggage', but calling the entire female 'luggage'... urrmmmmm...

And finally mauled... i got nothing to say about getting mauled... or perhaps the least i could say is that it would be nice if i went through a mass-mauling by a group of 'maals'... like in those Axe commercials... ciao... i'm off...

Rain Rain Go Away...

Two trips in two consecutive months??!!!... that's definitely not my style!... but then... shocking truth is... i just got back from a trip to Chennai today... but why Chennai??? why do i keep going back to Chennai? is it because, even though i openly proclaim my hate for the city, somewhere deep down inside some part of me is still attached to the place?!... oh hell!... who am i kidding!... it's only because it is the more cheaper and more familiar option than B'lore or Hyd'bad... yep... that's it!... that's precisely the reason... though Chennai being cheap might come as a surprise to many, i know better... i survived there for four years... there were times when my expenses would go down to as low as Rs. 3 a day... imagine how pissed i was with the Indian government when, thanks to inflation, they increased the price of Tiger biscuits from Rs. 3 to Rs. 4!!... sometimes when i were broke i used to wonder, what if i continue spending just the 3 bucks on the Tiger biscuits everyday throughout the month?!... that would give me a whopping 98% savings!!.. hehe... it was my broke ass state that used to make me think that way... i'm not so miserly in real life lol!...


Anyways, this time round too, the same feeling was back... the same shitty, cloudy feeling... makes you conscious of the fact that either you are gonna step into a pool of shit in real life, or the imaginary cloud of shit above you is gonna rain shit all over you!... as soon as you get out of the railway station and get into the subway to cross the road, everything rushes in... darkness... poverty... dirt... stench... and everything else dreadable... and there is the bus ride home... if you happen to get into one of those green colored buses, then God save your mortal soul!!... the driver drives like as if he hates the damn bus and is trying to pull out the gear stick!... i have always hated the green buses... there used to be times when i used to wait for almost more than half an hour, just hoping that a deluxe bus would come by!!!...


I guess i have given a good enough preview of Chennai to those who haven't visited the place and are planning to visit soon!... bah... speaking of Chennai... CSK.... aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhh.... the stupid Mumbai Indians team... though i do not wish to waste my time commenting on the stupid match, i most certainly wish to express my disappointment... God how i hate Dhoni!... then on top of it, he becomes captain of CSK... and if that weren't enough, they win the tournament... gah... i guess it was a clear case of match-fixing... i had always suspected something foul going on in the IPL... some team goes on a winning spree throughout the tournament, and then, suddenly in the end, out of nowhere, some crap team comes in and wins the tournament... such a waste of time...


Ah... monsoon's setting in... darkness is filling up my world... my depression levels shoot up at an alarming rate... the world grows colder and colder... I HATE RAINS!!!!!!!!!....




PS.: I'm just kidding people... Chennai is fun if it ain't for the heat... and the humidity... and the pollution... and the noise... and the dirt... and just a few more things...!!!!

Nirvana Nites

hmmmm.... i'd almost quit blogging after one of my close friends told me that my writing makes no sense.... instead, i decided to start writing about the indian government and the stock markets.... but then... all i know about the indian govt is that the same sardar (with all due respect Mr. Singh, no racism intended here... i blame it all on my school... in my school, a punjabi is a sardar, a tamilian is a pandi, a keralite is a malbari, a gujarati is a gujju, and a bihari is always a bihari!!!... lol....) is PM for another 5years, and that some school kid is rural development minister!!!... So!!!!!!.... here i am!!!!... back again!!!!... writing nonsense.... :D

ah... speaking of close friends.... i was going through the Nirvana Nites' fotos.... Nirvana Nites were supposedly THE last parties (of my life.... of my life in chennai rather.... :p)....

Nirvana Nite part-I was on 14th March (this was to mark my last day in college... my project submission day).... at the Baikada House.... Abhi, Ajo, Nandu and me.... the usual people.... since i wasn't "very much in ma senses", i don't remember much.... so, i'll upload the pix, and you can make up the story....


that's the four of us who made it to the party..... (no one else was invited!!....)


abhi meditating before the superchargers were served....


and then the fun began!!!!.....


and i joined in the fun too!!!.....


ajo comes up with a spine-chilling story!!!!.....


and i had to come up with a story of my own too!!!!....


....while ajo took a drinks break....


....and while abhi tried to poke and gauge his eyes out.... (or was he doing something else????.... ok now i'm confused!!!...)

nandu was busy with the chips, so we couldn't manage to get his attention away from the chips and face the camera!!!.....

k... the next couple of pix were taken after we were all super-charged!!!.... :D


Ajo: Nandu, did you piss in my glass????!!!!.... this thing suddenly tastes kinda weird!!!!.....


Ah.... anyways it tastes gudddddddd!!!!!!......


Ah!!!!.... we finally managed to get nandu for a pic!!!!..... the facial expression says it all!!!!.... ajo's pinching nandu's ass as hard as possible.... and nandu's half in pain, and half enjoying it!!!!!.....


and then we went on a long drive.... which none of us remember.... only nandu does.... he was the only guy in his senses!!!....


hmmmm..... looks like abhi's in his senses too!!!!.... he can clearly see the spaceship parked in front of our car!!!....


We're 3rd standard buddies!!!!!.....


And We're 4th year roomies!!!!....

Finally it was abhi's turn to tell us a story!!!.....



Dudes!!!!.... i was going on my bike today and guess what happened!!!.... i came across this chick who....


was this muscular....


and had such massive assets man!!!!!.... phew!!!!.....


Duh!!!!.... Haven't you met khushboo???!!!!!.... (oh.... khushboo is ajo's ex-roomie btw.... a chinky chick!!!... hahaha!!!!.....)

ok.... so that was the end of Nirvana Nite part-I.....

then came Nirvana Nite part-II..... on 18th April.... again at the Baikada House.... (this was to mark my convocation day)....the only difference was that Nandu was replaced by a sheesha stand!!!!.....


the 3 of us....


...and the sheesha stand....



abhi's on fire!!!!.... as usual he's got the white stuff on his mouth....


learning how to do it....


since the sheesha stand wouldn't click pix for us, we had to pair up and click pix two at a time...

The Walk That Went Wrong

ha! i was debating with myself whether i should name this post "the walk that went TERRIBLY wrong"!!!!!..... anyways i decided that then the title would be too long, and you people'd fall asleep before you even start reading the post!!!... k... enough for the intro!!!....
this was way back in third year.... when i was staying in thiruvanmiyur in chennai.... in the house whose landlord had committed suicide..... it was holiday time.... since my roomies had gone home, i was alone in the house.... (with the owner too.... i said i was alone, 'cos firstly, i don't count that guy as a human being... of course he's not a human being now... he's dead!!!!.... but even before he died, i'd never counted him as one!!!... and the second reason is 'cos i didn't want to say i was alone with the owner 'cos then, you weird people'd start using your weird brains and start coming up with weird ideas... maybe something on the homosexual side!!!... :p).... anyways.... the basic idea is that i was alone at that time and i called my friend ajo over for company.... (the good thing about ajo is that, after me, he's the second most jobless guy around!).... and whenever i meet this guy, superchargers are always present.... and that night too there was supercharging.... now, my house at that time was just in front of the beach... so all you had to do was get out of my building, walk around it to the back.... (oh and don't forget to watch out for the birds above you on the trees!!!!.... they're beautiful to look at... and even more beautiful when they shit on your head!!!.... VG'd got bird shit on her frankie once.... and she accidentally took a bite of it too!!!!..... belch!!!....)... yeah you walk to the back and bingo! you're at the beach!!!!.... so late night, after getting "whizzed", we decided it was time to hit the beach.... (now before you read on.... a word of caution.... i'm terrible with directions.... when i shift houses, i usually take more than a week to figure out the directions to my house....)..... the beach was cool... nice breeze.... it was around half past three by then.... suddenly the bulb above my head brightens and i come up with a brilliant idea.... i suggested we should go to the malbari tea shop and have a lime juice!!!.... now the malbari tea shop is right next to my friend's place, which is a 10min walk away if you take the main road.... my second brilliant suggestion was that we should walk along the beach.... and so it was.... we started walking.... we walked.... and we walked.... and we kept walking.... we saw a lot of things on our way.... fishermen pulling their boats in.... guys shitting on the beach and washing their derriers in the water (in which, the next day, people happily go and wet their feet!!!!....).... we tried to look around for turtles but didn't find any.... we kept walking.... the last thing we saw was a Barista cafe.... now... i didn't remember any Barista cafes in thiruvanmiyur!!!!..... i tried to think harder.... and then i saw the familiar long stretch of the parking lot.... and then!!!!.... then it struck me!!!!.... we'd reached Besant Nagar!!!!.... i looked at my watch... we'd been walking fer the past one n a half hr!!!!.... all i said to ajo was "dude i think we passed the juice shop... and now i think we're in Besant Nagar".... and all he could afford to say was "WHAT THA !@#$????!!!!!!"..... since it was early in the morning, there was no transport on the road yet.... we had no choice but to walk back all the way back to my house!!!!.... i don't even remember whether i woke up the next day!!!!!....

The Perfect Roomie

another significant change in me after i moved to india is my ever increasing bad luck with my accommodation... i was forced to vacate three out of the four places that i stayed in, in the past 3 and a half yrs!!!!...
the first place being my college hostel... in my first year of college, there was this huge student protest... every day, a building of the student's choice was set on fire!!!... finally when our hostel's turn arrived, and the damage was getting out of control, the 'authorities' decided it was time to kick our asses out of the hostel....
after almost a month of searching, my roomie and me managed to find a crap place to park our asses... after a year's stay at the place, our landlord walks in one fine day and breaks one of our taps (don't even ask how it all happened!!!), screams at me and asked us to get out.... we din't get out!!!... :D.... the next time we went home and got back after a month, our place was totally brought down and there was a new apartment in its place!!!... now we had to move out!!!....
after staying in our next apartment for more than half a year, we had to again move out when our landlord committed suicide!!!!.... gah!!!....
after that, we managed to stay at our next place till we had to move out when we actually had to move out of the city.... although there were signs of us getting thrown out as neighbours complained of supercharger bottles lying on the terrace and my "sister" visiting my place too often!!!....

but my luck with houses wasn't always so bad, considering the fact that my family stayed in the same apartment for 10 whole years in muscat!!!!!.....