A piece of cake which I came across!

YENNA RASCALLA!


Yes, you who revel in South Indian stereotypes. You who believe that we ‘Madrasis’ actually say ‘Yenna Rascalla’ out loud.
Read, and learn.

1. Geography: ‘South’ is a direction; Karnataka, Andhra Pradesh, Kerala and Tamil Nadu are states. Hubli is in Karnataka, Hooghly in Paschimbanga. Tirupati, Tirunelveli and Thiruvananthapuram are not baaju baaju mein. And Sri Lanka is more than a paddle-boat ride away.

2. Languages: ‘Andu-Gundu-Naaru-Gundu’ may have profound meaning in modern Haryanvi, but is gibberish in Kannada, Telugu, Malayalam, Tamil and Tulu. ‘South Indian’ is not a language – Tamilians will comprehend Telugu the day Mamtadidi spouts Gujarati. It kills me when you blurt out ‘Illay Illay Po’, and howl, as though what translates to ‘No No Go’ is somehow tremendously funny.

3. Pronunciations: Do not attempt to sing the Malayalam lines from ‘Jiya Jale’. Notice how even Lata Mangeshkar didn’t? Touch the tip of your tongue to your epiglottis, and maybe you can pronounce Kozhikode correctly. Dosa is a dreaded don, Saambhar, a species of deer – neither is meant to be eaten.

4. Names: We have house-names (Pilavullakandi), street-names (Thekkeparambil) and first names (Usha), to make us easily traceable (I suppose). The suffixes ‘-an’, ‘-swamy’ and ‘kutty’ are not meant for indiscriminate attachment. Some of us do have names that do not run into the next line. Yes, we have the Balamuralikrishnas. But we also have the Raos.

5. People: who speak Kannada are called Kannadigas, not Kanadians. Yes, we’re pretty good at English. No, we aren’t all nerds. We’re conservative. We’re liberal too. Figure it out.

6. Appearance: Living closer to the Equator doesn’t scorch our skin; we too can boast of Vanity Fair. Chidambaram is an oddity – many of us have been known to venture out in pants. Our women have better things to do than ravage flower buds and oil bottles first thing every morning. Lola Kutty, I hate you.

7. Professions: All Shettys do not run Udupi joints. Every Shiny, Molly and Mary does not a nurse make. Despite the exodus to the Gulf, there are still Malayalis left in Kerala. We’re nuts about engineering, just like the bhadralok are ga-ga over journalism. Vijay Mallya makes beer. A certain Raja makes money.

8. Religion: ex-President Kalam was born in Rameswaram. Cochin Jews date back to 70 AD. Shravanabelagola is a Jain pilgrimage destination. Thomas the Apostle introduced Christianity to the Malabar Coast. And I do not wander with a zebra-crossing pasted across my forehead.

9. Food: Idlis are strictly breakfast items. Forgive the Bongs for their mustard oil and us for coconut (oil and other products). Dining off banana leaves is quaintly enjoyable. We may be messy eaters, but that’s because we love our rasam-rice. Don’t you?

10. Arts: Rajni:Tollywood::Salman:Bollywood – entertaining, not enlightening cinema. Heard of Adoor Gopalakrishnan? Don’t beat Carnatic music till you’ve tried it – play MS Subbulakshmi at dawn. And if you describe Kathakali as that ‘mask-wallah dance’ one more time, I will Chammak Challo your arse to oblivion, okay?

You and Me!

A blur of red. swinging in my arms,
hair flying around your laughing face,
I am not dancing to the music I hear,
your words in my head make me sway.
Fingers tracing lines on my palms,
trying to change a future predicted.
New lines where it’s only you and me,
Forever in a world that only we can see.

A song you don’t know the words to,
And yet you sing, looking into my eyes.
I smile, a strange feeling of knowing.
We can make up our own words now.

Watching you stand on the other side,
The road behind you blurring out slow
Fingers moving in slow excited waves,
Though we have just left each other.

Listening to you talk about movies,
that are about us and the things we do.
And how firmly you believe in the life
that those stories have just called magic.

Your laughter and mine in strange rhythms,
Uncomplicated love is a strange emotion,
I know roads didn’t lead anywhere before,
Because time would make me find you soon.

Again...Frustrated..!!

It is quite an irony that I am writing the post just before my semester exam. Been wanting to write this for a long time now, have been telling people all around I am coming up with this.

Very angry, highly frustrated. And it is all going to be vented out here.

I am sick and tired of people around me. This has happened before. Of course it has. Politics, ego, high-headed characters, jealousy, unhealthy competition, back biting, front biting, selfish foolishness, race for power instead of professionalism, desperately trying to take the credit.....uh..!!!! where do I start and where do I end it????

Yes, it happens everywhere. But trust me, I would not come with such shit in my blog unless I find it really INSANE and out of the world!

Most of the time, I doubt myself. It has always been this self doubt that has made me achieve the little I have in the past 19 years. I am talking about small achievements all of us have had, like a short term goal to surpass someone, or to learn something, or to do something new or help someone. Such achievements give me great pleasure, and it is the self doubt that has helped me a lot, because if you are answerable to yourself, you would not have to be answerable to anyone else. You know the truth, and when you accept it, you are out of complexities..

Recently, my self doubt has reaped some real good results. For one, I also realized that I am not living a complex life. Just few very close people who I give a shit about, and a whole lot of them at a safe distance, not too far, not too near. Far away not to get into all the bullshit and near enough to have a ball when you need to. I guess I am being selfish, but at least, I am not causing anyone any trouble. I am near enough to be there for one when one needs me.

Taking off from that self doubt, I recently encountered a fool's paradise. The heaven which is sought at by many, where people pretend to have fun, and live in miseries all day. Where people cling to each other while bitching behind their back, where people make claims in the air and prove things to themselves

Interestingly, the enemies of the fool's paradise are within. Each and every one of them is an enemy of one's self. They are so insecure and unsure. They have to get to the lowest levels in a cowardly manner to move ahead, and that too superficially. And hey, I am famous enough for people to plan to mug me now! Can you beat that?

And me, I am having fun, laughing my balls of. Peace, harmony, work, friends, love, and laughing my balls off by looking at them whenever I need the entertainment. A 90 to 150 degree turn gives me instant entertainment. People laugh so much and so meaninglessly that I am amazed. Someone tells me I don't know how to have fun........now, who was it?

I dint like it

Blogging after a long time can get nostalgic...

I hate nostalgia, hate it. Too emotional. Rather be drunk out of my skulls and pass out than think about the past. But still I do it. I keep thinking the past and cry.

Err...why am I driving taking diversion from what I wished to speak? Dunno......Had a disgusting day and it drove me to this place now. Its quite obvious that you either cry your heart out or shout abnormally when a thing which you dint expect happen. It did happen yesterday. The words I read, came to me as arrows to stab my heart. But now I can think this...what was wrong in what he said? yeah!! I dint, but still...I should have not started the argument with a guy with 'know-it-all' attitude. Err..do I deserve to say this now? I guess I DO!! But I dont deserve the ‘something’, to speak about him or about the work he did. Who am I? Friend..! Yet, a friend with a boundary(from now??). I should have learnt this before. If I had, I would have not let my bloody mouth to let out such words...such comments. I dint comment on the sense he took...but still, I dont deserve the place or the eligibility to comment the guy being praised good at the venue where we learn...I learnt a different thing....quite personal !! LOL...:D

Well let me divert here now...:P

Sometimes, you close your eyes, take a few steps, and then open your eyes. You suddenly find that you have reached the point of no return. The only way is the road ahead. The only way is to run forward, you might not even be able to slowdown. Has the journey been good so far? You don’t know. Is the present position good? Dunno. Are you comfortable? No. For sure, no, this post wouldn’t be here otherwise.
But then what really matters is to do what you want to do. To have the balls to turn around, show the world the finger, and walk back. There are other routes, better ones. And there is always the same route back to the present position if need be, it IS there, I will make sure it is there...

Hypocrisy is a funny thing. It bothers those people the most who don’t want to be hypocrites. There are two kinds of hypocrites, and all of us fall in either of the category. Number one, people who like being hypocrites and think that’s the way ahead. The other, people who are forced to be hypocrites because there is no way ahead without being a hypocrite. I just wish I remain among the latter.
Ethical hypocrisy can be even funny. Ethics are designed to hide incapability. Ethics is what people talk about when they are incompetent in a competition driven environment. Ethics hold back innovation, creativity and enterprise.

I need a break. Short, refreshing one. To think about my love, the gift that I have got...the only person over whom I have got a big hope that my life will turn gleeful soon and will drive me to the seventh heaven!! Err...again its quite personal..!! LoL

Again...I need a break. Short, refreshing one.!!:D

Frustration, Love...

The past few months have been amazing, why? Because I have seen changes, I have seen the other side. I saw a lot of friendship, a lot of love. I saw disappointment. I saw my notions about people change. I saw myself doing a lot of work, so much work that I go to bed with a hundred things on my mind and get up with a thousand. I am in fear when I put myself to sleep and I can't think of anything but work when I get up the next morning. I saw more responsibility, I saw less competition. I saw success, I felt the fear of failure every second. I saw confusion within myself, I saw exhaustion. I saw myself doubting so much I have never felt worse before. Right now, I am thinking of work I have piled up for tomorrow. And you guessed it right, I am feeling miserable.

I have now seen so much ego in myself and others, that I am tired of it. Intelligent people give me looks, I think they are losers. Fools thought I was one, and if found it immensely funny that we think the same about each other.

I dont know about others, but I feel good about the multi-layered change in my life. I am not me anymore, I dont think like I thought before.


I realized that work gets done when you hold yourself responsible for it, it goes down the drain when you hold someone else responsible for it. So, do you take up all the work to yourself? No, give it to them, take up the responsibility. They screw up, you curse yourself.

Life has been difficult. Some one recently told me, dont work so much, you will burn out soon. I wish i could understand that, I have always feared losing the fire in myself. I keep myself working just because of that.

I also realized that I was quite a jerk sometimes, and I needed a break. And when I move towards a break, a message brings me a new problem.

Am I unhappy? Far from it... I am sane now. I am feeling exhausted, but I feel good.

First, there are those people who irritate me with their 'I did! I did' and 'Me! Me!' attitude. Claiming credit is one thing, climbing on it and capturing it is another. I don't understand one thing, are they so insecure that they have to go to that extent? Are they so unsure about their success? Are they so doubtful of their talents? Or are they simply desperate? When someone does something, then they will get what they deserve automatically. Overdoing it will only cause a reverse effect. Ask anything, discuss anything, and immediately comes the reply, "I! I! I!...", even before the matter has been discussed completely. Grrr...... Do they have words like 'you', 'others', and 'we' in their dictionary? Why is there always a reluctance to work as a team and take the credit as a team????...

The others are the jealous back biters. Bloody @#$%&%$#^@$%#$%#@&%#@&$# !!!!!
I do a bit of work that could be worth taking a bit of credit. Knowing myself, and experimenting with myself for the past year, i have noticed that credit follows me some way or the other, and even if I make very less noise about it, someone catches up. No, i am not a humble person. Very proud about myself. But I just don't go about blowing horns unless there is an ulterior, materialistic reason for the advantage of the teams I work with. But yeah, there is always someone behind my back, all jealous of what I am doing. What is even more infuriating is that they bitch about the work I do, and not me! Oh! For god sakes! Get a life people! Stop giving comments like "Oh, it looks like its his own team, it looks like he is doing everything."

OK, now, that was not bad. All the anger is out. Those guys can claim and blame and bitch their way to assumed glory, while I work my way to perfect individual glory. Peace.

and yeah! there are those people who think they 'know it all' and think that i think that i 'know it all'. They talk like they are on the top of the world......%^&*%^&*^&*.....ok, i ll stop here.....i should stop rantings and cribbings now. :)

Well coming to the first line of ma post, I saw a lot of love. Which did blow up my anger and frustration. Credit goes to the person!

A small piece of

Well....let me not round some nonsense. Here we go...

Dint get any topic rather than this...PLASTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The face of the goddess is 25,645 feet from the crown of her head to her chin, and she is smiling at me. Her name is Nanda Devi, and she is part of the great Himalayan massif, of which i have a grandstand view from the garden. Looking at the Devi, i can’t helt but think how blessed we are to have such wondrous mountains and hills we ccan call our own. Or rather how privileged we are to belong to them. And how do we repay that privilege? Its the still growing by some six centimeters a year. What has been our contribution to the further growth? Plastic. Plastic in all sizes, shapes, forms and avatars:water bottles, pouches, bags, cups, sheets, plastic in all of its myriad manifestations.

Our love of plastic is well known. We have choked all our cities, towns, villages and countryside with the stuff. Mera Bharat Mahaan? Dunno about that. Mera Bharat maha Plastic? Most certainly. And having smothered all our plains with plastic, we’re now carrying our increasing the altitude of our hills and mountains by heaping them mounds of plastic.

Why are we doing it? Why are we burying alive our country, particularly our mountains and forests, in plastic? Are we congenital vandals, inveterate garbage dumpers? Of course not. We are covering our beloved country in plastic to protect and preserve it. I take a last look at Nanda Devi’s smile, before it gets hidden forever by our terminal plastic surgery.

This is not for all to understand..!!!!!

Well..after a long gap, got some time to sit n scratch ma head to get some words on this...
After a long time of scratching(ouch..!!),, I got it..!!

To start off from the scrap.............

The most evident part of this world is the hypocrisy. Not-so-interestingly, what they say and what they do are never the same. And sad enough for them, nothing they do remains a secret. Values are lost in a few hours, words remain meaningless in the name of fun, and shamelessly so. Acceptance, they have not heard of, patience, they cannot think of. Jump the gun and shoot yourself!

What is the most ridiculous part of the world is the way people believe and make believe the world. What could cause such a situation? Failure? May be, but not really. I have faced failure, I dont force people to believe. Ego? No, I have loads of it, and I still manage not be such a big fool. May be it is emotions.


Emotions. Oh yeah! Overrated emotions. The culprit is clearly Bollywood, or Hollywood. Dialogues, non-existent ishtyle, feeling strongly for the heck of it and showing it of. Tears of joy and happiness, or whatever that was! Public displays of affection (I kept looking if someone would come and hug me, no one does :( Lol. )

And small things can satisfy people of fake worlds. Cheap thrills. Like singing a song out aloud and then whispering something to the person sitting beside to prove a point . Or just claim that whatever happened was the best that could have happened. I wish I could live like a fool. Fooling myself every step ahead, fooling everyone around and then just pretend to be happy ever after...!

From what I have seen, such people will probably die thinking they are happy even if they are not. Die a fool, but die happy. (WoW..!!! Sounds Great...)

Now, all of this brings me back to my original thesis, that the entire world is a farce. We live in lies.

Well...i could get some posts in the same line...but shall scratch later...lol..!!