SUBLIME PARTS OF LIFE...

I wonder why some of life's best moments always occur at the end of something..It isnt only at my case but i suppose every one would have come across such instances.One such thing and the most memorable one is my college industrial visit (sort of actually ;) ) or rather the final year tour..It was one of the best moments of life with all the fun and frolic and i really should thank my friends who made it happen and we had the time of our lives..

DAY 1: It all started on march 3rd at 3pm in the noon when we boarded the train..it was just as usual the just four of us in a compartment and the train having started we began laying zoom(our fav musical game) and it was as splendid as ever and gave the same effect as playing in the class during the boring lectures lol [:P]. So the game continued till 7pm and then after dinner(which was equivalently enjoyable) we started our game of cards with the rest of our classmates and it turned out to be really hilarious ( me being really bad at playing cards) we winded up the game after playing it for an hour or so and then the night ended(deliberately) after long hours of chatting..but then we had to wake up at 2 in the morning and after getting down at Ernakulam(Kerala) we boarded a bus to munnar..boy oh boy finally we were able to sleep for a while and after getting down at Munnar and boarding at the restaurant we started for the munnar trip. the place was similar to Otcamund with all the dams,lake and tea estates and we ended visiting all the places..

Here comes the best part of the trip - 'CAMP FIRE' it was indeed better than the previous one with all the dancing and jumping around..little tornado created her effect with her fantabulous dance performance and the day ended with hoopla and we somehow managed to squeeze into that single bed to get our forty winks properly..

DAY 2: The next day we started off to Vega Land,the most exciting place in Kerala and after three hours of bus travel(and dancing ) we reached vegaland.The first ride was a very normal one..Caterpillar -the ride for kids but we did make to it after the long queue(the place was flocked with school and college students) after finishing it we got to the next ride.I guess it the ride of vegaland,it was terrible experience and the ride was as deadly as it's name-Monster's mix(or something like that)..had Newton seen that ride he would have written another theory for the gravitational force coz the people were taken in all kinds of axes-x,y,z,a,b,c..bla bla in mid air.The worst and best part of Vegaland was that every deadly ride lasted for 10 solid minutes(PHEW!!) and after that some sort of a ride we made it to windmill(a breezy one) and then we stormed into water world-the hub of water rides.

So we made it to most of the rides-the snake ride,pendulum,family ride,water splash and then we headed to the wave pool and after having the time of our lives there we managed to complete the other rides like the pressure cooker one(that's what i named it ;)),ranger(it took us upside down three times for 30secs) the musical one and having completed all the rides we headed towards the exit..

I would like to quote this 'A happy childhood can't be cured. Mine'll hang around my neck like a rainbow, that's all, instead of a noose'

DAY 3: It was the third day of the trip and we still had energy stored in for more fun and excitement and with the same notion we made it to Atrampalli Falls..nature was at it's best with the rocks and little streams of water forming the falls it was a beautiful sight.After spending time in the falls we started off to our next destination - Cherai Beach. It was a typically an Arabian sea beach with all the rocks and the water a bit darker than the one in our city(Chennai). The breeze was mesmerising and after spending time in the beach we ended that day's trip and headed back to our rooms.

DAY 4 : Time played it's tricks. All of a sudden it was the last day of our trip and we decided to make the most out of it.So our first destination of Chotanikara Temple(2hrs from Aluva) and after the wonderful darshan and lunch we headed straight to the ferry. We had booked it for three hours and the boat started sailing slowly.We got to see the Chinese fishing,some dolphins(can never forget your doubt Sand :) ) and few of the ships in the harbour we went to an archaeological museum which preserved all he belongings of the Rajas' of Kerala during the Dutch peroid.The next place was Synagog-the ancient Dutch church and crossing the Jew streets we reached the completed pur ferry journey and reached the Ernakulam city.

This was another memorable part of the trip as we(only the four of us) got to see a beautiful sight.A mall situated at the marine drive. Though it wasnt like the malls of our city it really was better than the streets which resembled the ones in T-nagar.After shooting hell lotta pics we headed to the train realising that the trip had come to an end."We do not remember days; we remember moments."

These four days were one of the best moments of my life. It was sad that the trip had come to an end very quickly although it had begun slowly.We ended up having fun forgetting all the sour moments of life making beautiful memories which will always be etched in my mind forever.To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward.

I should thank my three best friends for making my college life a mellifluous ballad. Maybe i wouldnt have told this fact to them or maybe i am not that much of an expressive person but this is my token of affection and gratitude for them...

So i dedicate this blog especially for them..for those three beautiful people who will always be special to me no matter what.."It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment"

The Road trip...

'Adventurer' - he that goes out to meet whatever
may come.. Well, that is what we all do in the world one way or another and with this very thought i started off with my friend on the most 'unpredictable' path-yes the roads' of our very own chennai city.

Now driving as such is sort of a tedious job(wear the helmet,follow the rules bla bla) and driving on the roads of chennai is like the high board swimming pool-- after days of looking up at it you finally climb up the wet steps to the platform and when it's too far forward it was too late for retreat and finally you end up diving..

There are two kinds of adventurers : those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won't.I belong to the second category but things

occur on the contrary..

As we all know every person (atleast most of them)

gets the chance to drive after obtaining the

driving license homologated by the government
and that is the most hilarious part(how on earth

do they relate driving an eight path to driving in the
traffic) we have no idea about all those stuff and
we jus end up being happy for obtaining that
small card..

People travel to wonder at the height of the
mountains..at the huge waves of the seas.. at the
long course of the rivers...at the circular motion
of the stars bla bla bla but myself and my
friend(who doesnt know to drive) started off to
reach our destination hoping that we would do it
on time which ofcourse seemed to be the
mission impossible..

A great person once said "Vision is not enough,

it must be combined with venture. It is not

enough to stare up the steps, we must step up the stairs" considering the literal meaning of the saying would be apt for our share-auto drivers who follow the policy 'where there is a will there is a way' (where there is space there is a share auto) they are considered to be "THE MOST" draconian people on the road..the very presence of them marks the sight of turbulence a havoc due to their jittery movements..following them would be like

setting out into an unknown country we would

endup facing many a danger..
After crossing such a barrier me and

my friend were stalked by those famous nihilarians

none but the road side romeos..

the very sight of them would make us feel as though watching a femina miss india(err mr.india in this case ;) ) on the road..they hoot,shout,drive rashly(shooting for Dhoom3 maybe) high degree of hooliganish behaviour.Added to that would be the bikers who treat their vehicles to be a chevrolet or a toyota with three to four people(an entire family i suppose) on the bike creating a nettling experience..
The next stop in the daymare was the
cyale walas..my oh my they consider their
bicycles to be a Yamaha FZ or a Hayabusa or whatsoever(sheesh!!) they never budge and try their level best to plunge into the tiniest space and seize their opportunity as much as possible..the best part however is when they portray a motogp sort off show..schmucks cap-a-pie..
The speculation doesnt end here the so called people with the license never follow the road rules even at the

traffic signal(which doesnt properly function though) and we get scorned at if we follow the road rules and stuff..we are given only one moment sparkling like a star in our hand and we should make the most of it before the spark dies out..
Finally on reaching the destination i ended up with claustrophobia unlike my friend who experienced thorough enjoyment..her need for adventure being satisfied but then she deserves
appreciation..purely for not understanding my
way of driving [;)]

I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart

In this busy world filled with strenuous instants the only thing we crave for is relaxation and to over come that we begin the conquest for entertainment and we land up in the world of movies. Well keeping this in mind me and my friends planned for a movie and the resultant was a mind boggling one.
SO holidays came to an end and college reopened and being engineering students we were pushed to work hard the very first fortnight now that is mean thing isn’t it. This uncouth thing drove us (me n ma frnds) to plan for a movie.So after arguing for hours we came to a decision to watch a Hindi movie . Satisfied with the decision we parted. Now comes the twist in the sad story of mine, due to the timely constraints and conditions we ended up watching a Tamil movie (EKKK!!!!!!).
Now we being tamilians are supposed to be proud and happy to watch a Tamil movie but frankly it the other way round. These days our Tamil movies lack the important thing called ‘standard’ (hope all those frequent movie goers remember this word) they are below the average level. Either the guy’s poor or the girl and they end up falling in love and finally end up becoming ‘LOSERS’( they don’t show this part in the movie)The hero comes from the rural area and ends up becoming a so called don or whatever else a movie describing a so called happy family ..they try to make us happy but unfortunately they end up making our kerchief wet (we do deserve that for wasting time and money by choosing such a movie).
And then it’s the hero oriented movies’ by actors who claim themselves to be the next "super star" (or whatever) their movies consists of the intro song which is supposed to be peppy but instead dispirits us and we end up searching for aspirin and then the silly storyline which would have been a imitation or a remake of an English movie or book done in a poor way coz the script would have been changed to match the locale taste or whatsoever, a larger than life hero
with the awful comedians and dumb leading ladies’ and the really scary ‘bad guy’ (oohh he’s really scary) who troubles the people and finally the day is saved thanks to the HERO (what is he a Powerpuff girl??? )
These people call themselves ‘kollywood’ a sister concern of Hollywood I suppose coz they compare themselves with the English people by trying to create a dead ringer but fail to cut the mustard. And the worst thing is that most of the good English movies disallowed in our country and hence we are forced to watch our Tamil movies it appears to be a feeding frenzy doesn’t it??
With the extinction of good filmmakers we the viewers
of the Tamil movies are put to thorny situations..Watching the illogical content drains off the interest and stimulates annoyance ( the resultant being this post ) and all that we can do is wait and hope for the release of a good movie sometime someday somehow…

And I dedicate this post especially that person whoz been asking me to spill some beans about the quality of the Tamil movies for quite sometime......Well finally i ended up doing it :) :)

Hmph...am bored !!!!

A: hey mate..

B: hey..ssup

A: nothing ...wwassup with ya

B: nothing either..am bored....

A: Bingo so am i...

seems familiar doesnt it??? this is the indication of holidays err boredom or
whatever ...

Ofcourse this is that part of the year i.e the summer holidays..which generally means .. the blue sky..chirpy birds..the air packed with the fragrance of the newly bloomed flowers ..children playing around ..people with enthusiasm and repletion...( OOPS!!!!.where are we??? in Enid Blyton's world ???) The modern definition of holidays is "BOREDOM" or somewhat similar to that...coz it is that time of the year when we wait to get out from being duty prone and then literally get influenced by this boredom virus..so then here it goes..

Boredom is an emotional state of being dull and unenthusiastic..completely idle rather... these days the frequency of boredom has increased in an enormous level...the reason being is that the mind is completely unoccupied..the reason being that people are uninterested in the activities presented to them...It is the lack of interest..stimulation...

It can occur anywhere.... for instance

Scene1: It's a quite classroom..initially the lecture seems

interesting..but then the
mind comes to this state where a

frustrating fight

against the fatigue ocurs..the
professor lost you eons ago and the result is that u are "bored"..

Scene2: U and ur friend plan for this newly released movie and finally make it
after sequence of hinderances...the movie begins and after a while in a reflexive
manner u start texting a friend ur forgot to reply to..the result being "ur bored"..

Scene3: It's this part of the day ..the noon..when u get a call from this humdrum ..u jus pick the call and start yapping for an hour or two..something unusual of urself to do..the result being "ur bored"...

This is the so called existential boredom that accompanies a profound dissatisfaction with life... it varies from one person to another....oh yes it is..coz it's nothing but emptiness filled with insistance....

But then the one good thing about boredom is that it is
easily curable.. It is ..when the atmosphere turns somewhat different than the
usual.... The mind more disposed to swaying gently from state to state...the mood
more subdued..and suddenly Vola!! the clock in ur mind starts ticking..the day
seems brighter..the mood upbeat..full of energy..welcome on board..ur actually
out of boredom...this is the one good thing about boredom..coz whatever we do
after the boredom spree brings in a welcome relief..even if it is a not so interesting
stuff...it's lik standing in the crowd and practicing martial arts with some frenzied moshing punk rather than standing close to the stage and listining to the music which isnt that estimable...

So then i dedicate this blog for my mates who are currently involved in the combat with boredom and then manage to put off the malady with crow...

As I Walk Through Life ....

"A friend is a person who walks in when everybody else walks out" i jus came across this quote a few days back and i jus realised that it indeed is true and it jus took me few nanoseconds to decide the topic for my next post ..
                                   Aug 28th 2006..it was the D day coz my life was taking a new turn..the first day of college..hopes of doing something new was soaring up and so was the eagerness to meet new people and a week before the D day something really unexpected happend..i got introduced to this 'sweet lady' who was also supposed to be studying along with me in the same college (thanx to the person who made this happen)...so after quite some time i got a chance to chat with her...it lasted jus for an hour or so..but then at the end of the course i realised that it wasnt going to be a normal relationship and i was ryte...
                          So there we wer in the college on the first day and i had jus met the sweet lady(after being ridiculed for not keeping up my word ..lol )..and we wer seated along with all the other first years' lik us..and at that instant i got introduced to 'miss candyfloss'  ..oh yea this naive simple creature with wide friendly eyes was one of the best examples of appreances are deceptive(well :P ) curious as always..i can still remember all of that conversation with her..thus began the bond..the journey...jus lik that of the three musketeers...
  Time flew and so did the days ..it was this november morning and one of our usual boring lectures wer interrupted ..the reason being was the arrival of this 'tornado'  ...she was as quick and vibrant as she appeared and in no time i found myself attracted to that naughty brat...and in came the fourth musketeer [;)]  
                                    Well the three people i mentioned above are the perfect examples for the quote i had specified in the beginning...they are none but my "FRIENDS"..awestuck by destiny's play i still wonder why and how i got such marvellous friends coz it took us an year to realise that we wer put together to be together and by the time we did the beautiful story had begun.....
  I would call ourselves the four muskeeters ( there wer 4 muskeeters in the book by Alexandre Dumas )and as for the thing "all for one, one for all" well it really is apt for us ...be it having fun or creating trouble..the four of us involve ourselves completely into it ... "FUN" is the word when they are around...i really learnt a lot from them and i cherish each n every moment spent with them....
                                         I still remember all those fun n frolic we had..mischiefs done together..naming people..getting together ..freaking out...the movie shows..eating out..the b'day treats'..and not to mention all those group studies'...ohmy!! those wer "merriment" unlimited... 
  As the sweet lady always says " god never puts us in a situation which we cannot handle" ..we are never put in a tough situation..well atleast not alone..that's why we have friends...they are our saviors...

                     

                                                                  And so i dedicate this post of mine to "the muskeeters" (the four of us ofcourse)..it might seem to be a very private one..specific rather..but then my blog would be incomplete if i dont write a post for them..so girls..here it goes .."LOVE YA PPL LOADS"..

and for the rest of them..i hope this post of mine would remind u of friends who make every walk of ur life special...  

Jingle all the way ...

The other day i  had a chat with a pal of mine..it was a long one..something which took place after nearly five years and it was a very lively one..i kept wondering about the intimacy which we had even after such a long gap..at the end of the chat my friend jus gave me one of her beautiful smiles' and said "honey u made my day"..and i was flabbergasted...more than the words said by my friend it was her smile which gave me the fulfilment of having conversed with her..it gave me the contentment to have made her smile...

                                 ( Deja vu anybody??? ) And that day was a memorable one...not because of the randevouz but i was pleased with the fact that i did make someone smile...i was at bliss...and then slowly i got infected by this disease(smile is infectious u see)..a person can catch it like flu..someone smiles at u and vola!! you start smiling too...

                                                       But then these days very few people are found to be smiling..the reason being the lack of importance..people take things for granted (that person didn smile at me then why should i???)...grimness creeps in and slowly the smile is overtaken by the 'frown'...Some people are too tired to give you a smile..and some people are so much occepied with their own stuff that they forget to smile and boy o boy things get really cranky...

                                                                 

                                                       In comes the rescuer..it can be anybody..a friend..fellow classmate..siblings...and at times a stranger...yes..sometimes a smile from a stranger gives us the comfort missed( it really is true).. It takes only a moment to smile but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.. nowonder smiling often leads to longlasting relationships...it gives an immense pleasure to see a loved one smiling at us..It is worth a Thousand words....something which cannot be explained..

Life has its saddest and hardest moments. Sometimes what makes them so sad and so hard is because we dont smile when it happens...people bring zombies' into existance...sometimes i feel asthough interacting with inferies' ( ofcourse those creatures from harry potter ;) )...it's heart throbbing to see such instances ... 

Speculations began after that wonderful moment with my friend...i really felt very better after that instant and then i realised that the smallest act of smiling has the potential to turn a life around.. 

 I dedicate this particular post to all the people who had taken pains in making me smiling...people who taught me the importance of making others smile..people who have made a difference in my life by this small gesture..Smile indeed is the curve that sets everything straignt [ :) ] so lets goahead and fill this world with our captivating smile...

Best days of my life...

It was 3.45pm the sun was scorching high with the 
mercury in the barometer elevating ..oodles of excitement 
was found everywhere..the atmosphere was tense and 
finally when the ball reached the hoop the whistle was 
blown...ohmy!!!!it was time-out.. "that was tough luck mate"

this was the thing my instructor told me when water 
filled up my eyes...i can still remember it..feels as though 
it had happened yesterday..although we lost the game it 
was the most memorable day of my life..coz it was the day 
i realised the value of '2-mins' and also the existance of the 
term 'luck' which plays a part in everyone's life at one 
point or the other...
                              "BASKETBALL"..the only word which 
increases the excitement quotient in me any time any 
place...I was in std 6 and that was the last game i played 
in my life..coz i didn get a chance to play after that due to 
the transition which had happened to me...
I shifted to another school with the hopes 
of joining a new basketball team..as time grew older little 
did i realise that i made a grave mistake by having false 
hopes about this new school..i was astonished when i 
came to know it didn have a basketball team for the girls 
and i was shaken badly when the girl next to me didn
know the existance of the game i loved....it was too hard 
for an eleven year old to digest...
                                  BASKETBALL was one of my 
passions..as a matter of fact it still is.. i came to know 
about this game in the mid-way of my 5th std..the basket 
ball instructor was selecting girls for the juniors' 
team..initially i wasnt that much interested but the team was 
one girl short and so i was ordered to join the team...i was 
very much reluctant to join the team as i wasnt attracted to 
the game but then it was destiny's work and i was helpless...  
                  A month passed by and all that we had to do 
was practise tripling the ball..running races'...reciting the 
rules..in the name of practise -session...it turned out from 
less-interested to frustration..being one among the 
naughtiest in the class..i brainwashed my friend and we 
decided to drop-out of the team..we got a chance to have 
a word with the instructor and after listning to us he jus 
gave a curt nod and asked us to attent that day's practise 
session..with half mind we accepted..
                     That was the preliminary game session..we 
wer splitted into two teams each comprising of five ppl.. 
the game started with the advancement of the ball by 
bouncing it or passing it between teammates..five passes 
wer to be made and the person at the 5th pass had to 
shoot...thinking this to be the last game i decided not to 
involve myself into it..then came the upturn...suddenly 
someone yelled the name and i was the person to whom 
the 5th pass was made..i was shocked as i found girls 
barging from all the sides..
                               My instructor shouting at the top of his 
voice askd me try the triple shot or the three-point field 
goal( it is the three points awarded if the jump shot is 
beyond the arch and one point for a free throw)as i was 
least bothered about my team and hence i gave it a shot..to 
my astonishment the ball went through the hoop and that 
was the beginning..i ended up scoring 5 shots and started 
loving the game..
                               Although my participation in the game was 
put to an end...my love for it is immortal..getting back to it 
is one of the few things i crave for..Life is what happens to 
us while we busily make other plans...and Luck??I don't 
know anything about it and i dont want to know either coz 
I've never banked on it and I'm afraid of people who do...
                                  I dedicate this post to my instructor..the 
person who had helped me in developing  interest for this 
game and taught me to utilise my complete potential..he's 
one of the very few ppl who have made a change in my life 
and wherever i go he will be remembered and my respect  
for him will never end jus like my love for the game...