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First Offcial Letter - A Flashback

2011-08-22T07:00:00.000+05:30

[This could be 'yet another' very boring post from me. Be aware.]

I distinctly remember the first ever official (professional) mail I had sent. In May 2005, when the HR of the company had sent a mail asking me to confirm that I would join the company, I had to send my first ever official mail. Not having any exposure and not knowing anything about the "so called software culture", I was wondering why would anyone turn down an offer?

The later had come from someone called Kanchan. With a lot of eager and enthusiasm, I clicked the 'Reply' button and for a long time, I couldn't type even a single word. How to address the person? Respected? or Dear? I was in a great dilemma, and even the bigger doubt is, is that a He or She? I asked my father and he was not sure.

So, I called my sister and asked 'Is Kanchan a female name?' and she was not sure. She said it is a female's name, but not confidently. I reasoned 'Kanchana is a female name... Kanchan should be a male name only... but is very odd...' After agreeing to join the company on the given date, I had the next big hesitation.

How to end the letter? All the training I had ever had was to finish the letter with 'Thanking You, Yours Obediently' or 'Yours Faithfully' or 'Yours Truly'. Nothing seemed right. So, I called my other friend who got placed in another company and asked him how to finish the letter. He said, "Start with Hi and end with Thanks..."

Not convinced with his answer, I started the letter with 'Respected Sir,' and ended the letter with 'Yours Sincerely'. The fact is, Kanchan was a female HR ;)

ஏன்டா?

2011-08-18T19:00:00.000+05:30

டேய்... நீ ஒரு பொண்ண love பண்ணா அத அந்த பொண்ணு கிட்ட போய் சொல்லு... இல்ல, நேர்ல சொல்றதுக்கு பயமா இருந்த chat ல சொல்லு... அதுக்கு வக்கு இல்லனா mail ல சொல்லு... இல்லன்ன SMS அனுப்பு... Indirecta blog ல சொல்லு... இல்ல creative ஆ எதாவது யோசிச்சு செய்டா...

இப்ப நடக்குற கதை எல்லாம் கேட்டா... அவன் அவன் 9th 10th லையே fix பண்ணி, அந்த பொண்ணு எந்த High School ல சேருதோ அதே school ல சேந்து Collage வரைக்கும் follow பண்ணி, படிப்ப முடிகுறப்ப marriage வரைக்கும் plan பண்ணி settle ஆய்கிட்டு இருக்காங்க...

நீ என்னன்னா, 'I love [some name]' னு கோவில் செவுத்துல oil வச்சு எழுதுற... ஏன்டா கொவில கலீச் ஆகுறனு கேட்டா 'என் காதல் தெய்வீக காதல் சுண்ணாம்பு காதல் னு சொல்லி வாய கேளருவ... சரி டா... கோவில் செவுத்துல எழுதுற... ok... ஏன்டா train toilet ல எழுதுற?

ஒரு பக்கம் வேற ஒருத்தன் அசிங்கம் அசிங்கமா வரஞ்சு வச்சுருகான், இன்னொருத்தன் கொச்சையா ஒரு கவிதை (மாறி ஒரு கருமத்த) எழுதி வச்சுருக்கான்... பக்கத்துலையே நீ 'I love [some name]' னு எழுதுற... உனக்கே கொஞ்சம் ஒரு மாறி இல்ல? திருந்துங்க டா... உருபுடுங்க டா... படுத்தாதீங்க டா...

[Don't Say] Happy Independence Day!

2011-08-15T07:00:00.021+05:30

I really hate it when people show insincere love or fake care or pretense. It is not their act which sickens me, but the fact that I can't do anything about it. I know that it is fake and they know that I know that and I know that they know that I know that... etc. But still, diplomatically, you have to say 'Thank You' or at least give a fake smile back.

That is the reason I don't like when a lot of people simply say 'Happy Birthday' or 'Happy Diwali' etc. Most of the times, people wish others for diplomatic reasons 'oh... he/she wished me, I have to wish him/her back' or 'he/she wished him/her, so, I should also wish him/her'. Even if only a few people wish you, it should be sincere and it should come from their heart.

At least the other kind of wishes are necessary for the social lubrication, but why fake a 'Happy Independence Day'? How many of the people who say 'Happy Independence Day' really care about it? How many of you are still patriotic? You may like a particular political party (God only knows why) and you are going to vote for them even though you know that they may swindle India if they get a chance. Or you may not even vote.

Army people can say 'Happy Independence Day'. They are patriotic. Children can say 'Happy Independence Day' as they are truly happy about it as they may get toffy. Other facebookers, google+ers, bloggers saying 'Happy Independence Day' is bull shit.

When getting to know about politicians who have 10 or 12 digit number money in foreign country banks, what was your initial thought? "What are they going to do with that much money?", or "I would be happy if I can get a very small portion of that money", or "Bastards/Bitches, they are swindling my country, let them go to hell" I don't know how many will truly think about it from the country's stand point.

I love my country. I love her so much that now I can only pity her or even hate Her that She can't do anything about it and I can't do anything about it. I am not happy or proud the way She is now. She smiles and bestows wealth, fame and fortune even to the people who destroy Her. May the Gods be with her and bless her and give her real independence from the corruption within Her.

So, if you are going to post 'Happy Independence Day' on your Facebook wall and 'Like' all the girls' similar status and check your mailbox for the old mail titled 'Proud to be an Indian' and send it to all your contacts in BCC and then go and sit in front of the TV (or computer) and spend the rest of the day without giving a damn about the Independence day, please save yourself some 1 or 2 minutes... Don't post that 'H I D' in your wall or send a mail. India is not going to miss your wishes and your contacts definitely are not going to miss your wishes.

Tamyl MaDrimony

2011-07-11T08:00:00.010+05:30

Image: nuttakit / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

I didn't think I would be ready and willing to take the risk, but recently after my friends have either got married or gone to US, I have started to feel somewhat lonely and confused. I was out of mood for few days and I told one of my other friends about this. That wise guy replied, "It is time you have to start to look for marriage alliance. I too felt the same when my close friends got married, but trust me, you will get over this in two weeks." [The same thing which I had discussed about an year ago in this post.]

So, after some embarrassing moments I told my father to start looking for a bride and consequently, my matrimonial profile was created. It was quite exciting, I have to agree. That day, I told my friend that I am in a mixed feeling and showed my profile. He saw that and told me, the "'about you' is not selling... because my profile had sports and technical interest there... I started to browse through other profiles. There were so many profiles and one of the profiles seemed charming, and strangely, the details given were in accordance with my interest; and the expectation of the profile was matching my profile.

Immediately, the negative chain of thought started its duty by telling/thinking, 'no... the girl looks very beautiful... they will not give yellow+blue to you... bla...' and is defended by the positive chain of thoughts 'why not? you are a good person, you earn well and you also look handsome...bla bla [don't mind that guy... he will tell/think anything to make me feel better ;)]' Anxiety, excitement, angst, fear, the two minds, kept me awake very late that I even started to starve and had to cook dosa and have it at 3 AM.

The next day, I pinged my [another friend] and told him 'started to look for a bride and this is my profile description, please give me your feedback'. He has some experience with the sites and profiles as he had used it for two of his brothers and himself. Even before he gave feedback about the description, he said, "It does not matter what you have in the profile". I was confused and asked him why. He said, "I have tried bride-searching for three persons as of now and everyone got married by friend's/relative's contacts and none of us got an alliance through these sites.

Wow... that was a big honest feedback. He explained as to how he is positive that bride-searching through the sites is not going to help/happen. He then formally welcomed me to the 'bride-searching paradigm' where you start to look for an alliance and you will get married after an year or two. Suddenly everything was clear. The excitement hit the low ground like tan(90). So, in my case, I didn't need two weeks to get over the excitement, but just a five minutes chat and wisdom from my friend was enough.

The next day, I was able to sleep peacefully and splendidly. Cia la vie.

Good Morning

2011-07-08T07:00:00.003+05:30

What do you think is the best way to start a day? Of course, it depends on a lot of things, and there would be a lot of many amazing ways you can start a day. Here I am just going to tell you one of the million possibilities to kick off a great day.

Some months ago, I stumbled on a youtube video, which does not fail to raise my energy level every time I watch it. It is true that music can control people's emotion and this one especially will increase your energy level.

Have a blast!

My Top 10 Tamil Old Songs

2011-06-15T22:00:00.001+05:30

The following is my list of Top 10 old Tamil Songs. [Why is this post in English? Well, this post was written around an year and half and I have been thinking of translating this to Tamil for the past six or seven months. Since it is now clear that I would never translate it, I am posting it in English rather than keep it till... say... forever...]

10) Senthemizh Theanmozhiyaal - Maalai Itta Mangai
No top 10 old Tamil songs list would be complete if this song is not there. A lovey romantic song.

9) Samarasam Ulavum Idame - Rambayin Kathal
This song is mainly in this list for the majestic voice of Seekazhi Govindarajan.

8) Kannale Pesi Pesi Kolladhe - Adutha Veetu Pen
A very good romantic song, with very good lyrics. It is here mainly because of the romantic note in this song.

7) Ullam Enbadhu Aamai - Paarthal Pasi Theerum
Philosophical song with a good melody.

6) Naan Kaatru Vaanga Ponen -Kalangarai Vilakam
A very romantic song indeed.

5) Kanne Raja Kavalai Vendam - Bhagyalakshmi
I get touched whenever I listen to this song, as this is one of the songs my mom use to sing whenever I found difficult to sleep when I was a kid

4) Naan Aanai Ittal -Enga Veetu Pillai
Should I tell anything about this song? One of the most energetic songs in the old-Tamil-movie era.

3) Malarnthum Malaraadha - Paasa Malar
An unbelievable song. If not for the melancholy, this would have been in the top of the list.

2) Ullathil Nalla Ullam - Karnan
Wow... what a song! - kinda song is this one.

1) The number song is... is... is...

Are you ready? What is your song?

Here we go...

1) Neerodum Vaigaiyile - Paar Magale Paar

I had a great dilemma whether to keep this or Malarndhum Malaradha in the first place. Both are unbelievably awesome songs! Aren't they?

This is my list. There would definitely be awesome songs I would have left. Let me know the songs which you think 'without this song, any top 10 list wont be valid'. I would love to hear those songs. If you have read this till this line (or jumped directly), thank you and here is the reward :)

Injustice - Part I

2011-05-02T01:12:00.000+05:30

[Description: This post contains very offensive content. If at any point of time you think that you may be offended, you can stop reading this post. I wont want any of my visitors to get offended or hurt. Readers' discretion is required.]

[You can safely skip to the next paragraph to start reading the actual content. I feel disappointed about myself to have broken the self commitment I have made a long time ago, twice within five months in this year... I committed that I would write at least one blog per month and I have failed due to my recent change in my lifestyle. I wish and promise that I will do my best to keep the commitment at least from this month.]

The amount of attention and care my five months old nephew needs has made me to realize that one of the greatest injustices the parents can do to a child is to (first) give birth to it and continue to do their own business (or work). I use to advice my friends that 'after marriage one of the parent should quit their job or business and be a full time parent'. I use to get two kinds of reply. To think much of it, I use to get three kinds of reply.

One of the replies is that, 'Yes da... it should be the case'. It may be a sincere reply or just a reply to escape from my mokka. The second type of reply is that 'Yes, it should be the case, but, what would you do if your wife denies to quit and continue to go to work? Will you quit?'. Not for the sake of 'I am in an argument and I have to do anything to win it', but the honest-at-that-moment reply from me would be 'Yes!'. And this would immediately go to (a more) cliche discussion of 'Then you will have absolutely no respect... bla... bla... bla...'

Coming to think of it, it is a stupid reply. A child needs its mother more than its father, at least for an year. A child should have nothing other than milk for the first six months and it should NOT even have water! In case of summer the child can be fed a little water. And for one year it is recommended to be fed from the mother with other food items also. I am just wondering how mothers get back to work in 3 or 4 months after the maternity leave. As soon as the child wakes up from sleep, it needs its mother. It cries till it sees its mother. What kind of an excuse do working women give to leave their new born child and go to work? Will they tell "Hmm... it is boring to be in house. I want to kill time"? Of course, they wont tell this blatantly and will usually cover this with more appealing logical statements.

The third kind of reply I get is "With the salary from one person, it is tough to raise a family". What a sweet reply! What does it mean to raise a family? To have a wife/husband and a kid (or kids)? The definition of raising a family stops just when the child is born. In my opinion, it should start after the child is born. Both parents leaving at 9 o'clock and coming back by 5 o'clock and then kissing and hugging the new born child seems disgusting, obscene and despicable. It is at least acceptable when the child is grown and is ready to go to school.

If you can't do that due to financial problem, it just means that you are not yet ready to raise a family. A child who spends its time with either of its parents in a 2BHK would have a fulfilling life than a child who scarcely sees its both parent together in a 3BHK. A child who can only afford Maggi noodles often but being with its parent more would have a fulfilling life than a child who can afford Pizza Hut pizza often but not their parents time. If it is the other case, where the child needs more of the goods than its dad and mother then there is a serious problem in bringing up the child, isn't it?

Thinking more in this subject, I think "I am working very hard to give my child a quality life" is either a lie or stupidity. I sometimes wonder whether people have an intrinsic desire for luxurious items for themselves and they just point-finger their child or married life or retired parents... Well... I want to write more on this topic but my quota for one post was over a long back. If time/mood/situation/courage permits, I would continue in this topic.

Completely Imaginary Story

2011-03-19T10:00:00.005+05:30

[Disclaimer: This post might contain mild sensual content or obscene language and is not advised for young readers. Readers' discretion is required.]
Starring: He, and She

He was not sure whether 'everything' was alright. It all happened so fast that he couldn't believe that he is going to CCD (the notorious Cafe Cafe day) with his friend, She. Actually, the main thing he was not sure is whether she is just a friend or much much more [notice two much there :)].Having seen a lot of romantic Holywood movies, the moment She asked "Shall we go and have a cup of coffee in CCD?" he built a lot of dreams even when he was awake and he could barely say "Yes".

It was a fact that she also liked him and regarded him much much more than just a friend. Both of them, not having declared their interest, went to the CCD and naturally, though it was the first time both of them were going out with someone, their natural instinct made them to go and choose the two-seat-table in the farthest corner; the table was in the open space, outside the CCD building (of course, inside the CCD boundary) and has a fancy big umbrella to protect people who sit there for several hours from sun during day time.

It was really very embarrassing for him as this was completely new, but it was okay for him as He could clearly see that She is also a bit embarrassed and shy. They ordered some nonsense from the menu card and started talking as the sun set in the west. The professional ethics of CCD was maintained and a junk coffee was given after 30 minutes. For the sake of drinking, both of them had a sip and smiled nervously and placed the coffee in the table and started talking.

Time went by... The moon had come... The cool Bangalore breeze has started to gently lift the mood. He could clearly see the twinkle in her eyes, which said "You still don't know why we are here? You idiot" and the eyes giggled. He didn't know what became of him, but suddenly, He stretched his hand and held her hands which was placed for him for a long time. Seemed like the world had stopped to exist and She had become his world and He had become her world. They stopped talking. Their eyes stopped talking. She closed her eyes slowly. Holding her hand still, he leaned forward closing his eyes as his face was nearing her face.

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That may be what He and She was thinking before the last line, but frankly, for me who was passing by by that time through that place, I thought, "Fuck! why don't these people get a room? There should be a strict law for people like these who create public nuisance. You assholes...." denying how pathetic I am to swear people who are living their life; though deep inside secretly happy for those people, but not willing to accept that I am pathetic, not them...

Irritating House Wife

2011-01-31T18:00:00.000+05:30

Since the rest of the post will be some irritated angry rants, I would like to start with a small incidence which happened in my friend's team. My friend's team was having a casual conversation when they went for an team outing. Their manager asked everyone about what their expectation about their future wife and one guy told, 'I would like to marry a house wife' and everyone burst out laughing when the manager replied 'It will be illegal to marry a house wife'.

Now, actually coming to the post, I don't know how many of you thought 'it is not house wife, you idiot, it is home maker'. I was watching some stupid music channels where people call and blabber for sometime before we can watch a song. For the sake of asking the anchor asked 'what do you do?' and the lady replied 'I am a house wife'. Then the BFAH said sarcastically, 'So, you are not doing anything? You will simply be in your home?'. That lady got confused and he explained, 'you have to say "home maker" and not "house wife"'.

I was really pissed at that comment. I don't know when was this phrase 'home maker' invented. I think it was very recently started to be in normal usage. I think it was made normal because 'home maker' projects more esteemed sense than 'house wife' and people thought calling 'home maker' is better than calling 'house wife'? I don't really know. It does not matter how people call, whether 'house wife' or 'home maker', but what matters is, how they are treated. The term home maker actually means someone who is doing house keeping. A maid/servant could be called as a home maker, I think.

This applies mainly to the new phrase which is coined very often for handicapped people. First they were called 'handicapped', then they were called 'physically challenged' and then they were called 'differently abled' and I think in some places they are called 'special people'. I think they invented these new phrase so that such people are not hurt when they read handicapped/physically challenged etc. But IMO, it does not matter how it is written or how many new phrases government and other organization invents to make them feel better. What matters is the people's attitude towards them.

People should treat their 'house wife' or 'home maker' with respect, but not just in calling with fancy phrases. People should learn and treat handicapped people with as much respect as it would not hurt them. Giving too much respect/attention will only hurt them. People should be educated in that sense, instead of simply coining fancy phrases once in a few years and spend millions of dollars to simply change the phrases everywhere in the world.

[Yet Another] Love Story

2010-12-18T17:37:00.000+05:30

"The first time you asked me to listen to this song, I didn't like it, but I just told I liked it to make you happy. But after listening to it some more times, I really like it... Thanks for sharing the heavy metal song. If not for you, I wouldn't have gotten to know the song!", she told him enthusiastically, kissing him on his forehead and ruffled his hair. The fact is, she was still lying.

She hated the song and when he asked her to listen to it the first time, she couldn't even act, and thought he might have suspected that she lied. Accepting an earlier lie, and lying affirmatively is the best way to lie. She knew that. It was not just about the song. She would do anything in her power to keep him happy. After all, he didn't know why she was "super nice" to him.

He also did not take her for granted. He also loved her very much, more than anything or anyone in the world. He would strongly disagree to the old fashioned habits which treat women lowly, for example, wife should eat after husband, etc., and he would always eat with her even if she tried to give some fake excuse to eat afterward, but, I don't know why he would expect her to remove his shoes and socks after he returns home every day.

Eventually, he came to know why she treated him so special and the reason for her to be "super nice" to him no matter how sad or disappointed she was. It is after around thirty years, when his eight year old son played a heavy metal song he got from his friend, to his wife and asked 'how is this song, mom?', and when she told, "I don't like heavy metal songs, but after listening to this, I started liking them. Thanks for sharing. If not for you, I wouldn't have known about these kind of songs" and kissed him on his forehead and ruffled his hair.

[PS: Could this be a better alternative ending for this story? After the son asks 'how is this song, mom?': Start reading from the beginning of the post.]

Skip Level Meeting : A Completely Imaginary Story

2010-12-12T09:00:00.009+05:30

[Disclaimer : This post is completely an imaginary incidence. I am working in one of the "Great Places to Work" and my employer has nothing to do with this and any opinion expressed here is solely my imagination.]

'Skip level meeting', in an abstract sense, means a meeting with your boss's boss (manager's manager). It is very uncommon and will only happen if there is a 'special' need for it. Only in a few companies this 'skip level meeting' is part of the process. You know, generally, managers have the ability to screw up the life of his team members and this skip level meetings give a slight chance for the employees to screw up the life of their manager :) by complaining about the manager to the manager's manager.

[Jumping to the story. I don't know what names I can give the characters as it has to be the names which has nothing to do with any of my colleagues/manager in my career. So, let me go with my school mates names. Lets say, Kumar is the employee (the hero), Venkat is Kumar's manager and Sekar is the Venkat's manager.]

"Come on in Kumar. Please sit down.", Sekar invited cordially with a smile. Since this meeting was not requested by Kumar, and since Sekar's attitude was very pleasant, Kumar got some confidence that is not going to be a 'you screwed... bla bla bla' kind of a meeting. At least, he thought like that at that moment. "Thanks Sekar", told Kumar and sat on the chair meant for him.

[Lets skip all the parts where Sekar tells Kumar that he is doing an excellent job and he is a valuable addition but he needs to be more proactive and improve his communication skill. I think in all the meetings with the managers, the sentences 'you needs to be more proactive' and 'you can improve your presentation skills a bit more' will invariably be present.]

"So, Kumar, are you happy with the team?"
"Yes Sekar, I am very happy with my team. I have no complaints."
"I sensed that your relationship with Venkat is not smooth. Is there anything you want to tell me about that?"
"I don't know how and where you got such a wrong information, Sekar. I am having a good relationship with Venkat."
"It is completely okay Kumar. You can tell me. Think of this as a 360 degree feedback. Your name will not be used in any of the assessments."
"But the 360 degree feedback was over couple of months back right? I have been honest in filling that. I am happy with my team and my manager"
"It is okay even if you haven't been honest in your feedback. I wont use that against you. I want everyone working in my team to be happy"
"Well... I am happy here."
Sekar's cordial smile faded away. The smoothness in his speech was gone now. He looked more serious and continued...
"You know what? This is the problem of IT industry. Manager's can screw the employee life. They are given a great responsibility, but most of the managers think of the responsibility as mere power. Having personal favorite employees and screwing others even though they are good. I don't want such things happen in my team. I heard that Venkat openly insulted you when you missed a tough deadline. So, if you want to discuss anything, or if you have any complaints, please let me know. I will protect you."
"Sekar, I agree with what you told about managers and their responsibilities. I agree that Venkat scolded me in front of everyone when I missed a deadline. But I have no grudge against him. I can't let one simple incidence to judge him. Also..."
"But...", Kumar stopped talking when Sekar started to say something. There was a moment of awkward silence and Kumar continued, but this time, Kumar was not very polite. He maintained a strong eye contact and told every word of it heavily, so that Sekar understands that Kumar has understood what was happening.

"I understand that even though managers have the power to screw the employees, they need a reason, at least a dummy reason, to screw their life. I am pretty sure Venkat wouldn't have done anything to me because of the incidence. He is a good person and a good manager, whether I like him personally or not. I don't want to...", Kumar's voice trailed off. He didn't want to continue and he didn't need to continue as Sekar is smart enough to understand what he was about to tell. Which is...

"I don't want to give you a reason to use such a trivial incidence to screw with Venkat's life. You are his manager and you have the POWER to screw him even if you get a simple negative feedback about him."

Masochists

2010-11-02T21:00:00.001+05:30

Well, I thought the word 'masochist' means the people who enjoy being in an unpleasant situations, but googling gave me a complete different meaning for that word. I have to tell that this post is completely in an asexual context. I want to start the post with a simple incidence which happened some time ago.

My friend had asked me to give him a lift to get a doctor's appointment for his wife. We went to the hospital and got to know that the day's quota was over and that we would have to go back the next day. So, we started back and on the way, after a minute or so, he told me, "Let me tell you what will happen when I tell this (quota over and should go back the next day) to my wife. The moment I tell this, she will get irritated and shout at me 'Why didn't call me and tell me that? I would have told about other doctors or about medicines, etc.'.

There was a slight pride in his face that he knew what would happen and that his theory would be proved right. I stopped the bike and told him, 'If you are so sure that it will happen, why not call your wife and tell her that the quota is over?'. He was momentarily stunned and might not have expected me solve the trouble, and might have expected that I might actually test his theory. He had called his wife and the problem/trouble was over.

This incidence gave a good insight about people to me. And this is the reason I wrote this blog. Why are we so cruel to ourselves, by putting ourselves in an uncomfortable situation, just for the sake of proving that we are right about the consequences of our act? This really sickens me. I have thought so much about this to crack another insight about this. Of course, the insight I got is extremely boring and far fetched to be made as blog easily. Nonetheless, I will anyhow write about it in the future.

Vertical Lines When Watching Movies

2010-09-24T21:00:00.001+05:30

This post is useful only if you have (or will have) problems watching some movies in your computer, but, it will not hurt to know some of the problems which you may face sooner or later and how to solve them. This post is about vertical lines (blue or green or pink colored) which come when viewing movies (or any videos) in your computer. The problem may also be horizontal lines, but I have never faced a horizontal lines issue.

This problem mainly occurs because you have installed a lot of players (VLC, Media Player Classic, BS Player, etc.) or installed a lot of video codecs. The root cause of the problem is some of the codecs you have installed has messed up with the video rendering of all your players. That said, if you are an expert in manipulating applications, you can go right ahead and go to the options (or preferences) and change the video output to a new value and try out.

If you need quick guide:

VLC:

Tools -> Preferences -> Video (and change the Output to : DirectX 3D Video Output). If this does not solve the issue or if it is not there, choose some other value and restart the VLC. This should fix that.

Media Player Classic:

View -> Options -> Playback -> Output (You will have a lot of options you can select. VMR-7 (Renderless) worked for me. You can try various things and select whichever suits you. Note that you will have to restart the player everytime you try a new output mode)

BS Player:

Press Ctrl+P (or right click on the player and choose Options -> Preferences) Select Video from the left side and select Video Rendering tab in the right. You can choose "Internal Renderer RGB mode". It worked for me. If it doesn't to you, try other values and don't forget the restart BS Player everytime you try a new value.

Good Luck and Happy watching movies!!

A Wish

2010-09-09T09:00:00.000+05:30

It is always fashionable to say 'I am passionate about music/photography/dance/drawing/cricket/golf/etc'. I don't know whether people really understand the difference between 'passion' and 'interest'. Passion is a very strong word, but still people use that word just to sound fashionable. Is everyone who says being passionate about something really passionate about it? Or they just have an interest?

I don't know whether I am passionate about music or not, but, I would say music is the King of all the arts (Doesn't this sound fashionable and irritate most of you?). Music, dance, photography, drawing, etc. are all amazing arts when you want to listen/see them, but, what is more joyous when you are the one who is creating/performing the art? Even when no one will ever listen to what you are playing, dealing with music, either listen to it or playing it will give you the most ecstasy than anything else, IMHO. (If someone wants to contradict, please let me know what you feel.)

When you are creator, music will bring the most joy to you. By 'creator' I don't mean that you have to compose a new piece of music. Even when you are playing someone else composition, even if no one else will ever listen to what you are playing, playing a music instrument is a tremendous joy. This aspect is what is unique with music, I think so. A photograph or a sculpture or a painting will give you joy when others see it and appreciate it. Am I right?

As with most of my posts, what I wanted to tell you has nothing to do with what I have blabbered above. The personal wish (from the title) is that, I want everyone who reads this post to listen to one of my most favorite music pieces. It is Moonlight Sonata Movement 1, composed by Ludwig Van Beethoven. I wish that you watch it with your headphones without any rush or impatience. Even if you already know this piece and listened to it, please try to listen to this particular interpretation from Wilhelm Kempff.

If that piece of music meant something to you and if you liked it, try to listen to the second and the third movement of Moonlight Sonata played by the same genius Wilhelm Kempff. Thanks.

Guilty

2010-08-21T09:30:00.002+05:30

Its been soon long I have opened blogger.com, but I am surprised that I haven't missed a month. I had decided long back that I should post at least one blog and utmost three blogs in a month. Glad that I haven't failed yet. Sorry for this stupid intro which has nothing to do with this post... Lets jump in!

Very recently I have purchased a very costly electronic gadget. I have been thinking of buying one from a relatively low range, but, as you know, thousands get added to your budget gradually and I ended up buying that, which would be too-much-to-think-about-at-first. For every thousand I had to add to the budget, I felt guilty. 'This is too much... you shouldn't waste that much money on this... bla bla bla...' was flowing in my mind.

Later I realized, no matter how much I feel guilty, I would anyhow buy it and at last bought it. Still now I couldn't convince myself whether it is worth that much or I am worth that much to buy such costly item. This incidence gave me an insight into an interesting interpretation of people. The 'I am feeling guilty to spend so much on this' is a great act/lie/pretending we do to ourselves. We feel better when we think/say 'I am feeling guilty to buy such a costly item' even though it is not really the case.

What we basically need is, someone should say 'It is okay. It is worth it. You are worth it. You go ahead and buy it' :). I knew I wanted to buy it and I knew that if I don't buy it, I would be restless and frustrated, but still, I needed a lot of convincing. I am wondering now what would have happened if no one tried to convince me. Probably I would have bought it anyway :). It is so pathetic!

But still there is a residue of 'feeling guilty' within me even after buying it, and I need your help. Suppose you are to buy a Rs. 50,000 item on your credit card what would you buy with it? You may buy anything, not necessarily an electronic item. [I promise, it is not a pathetic attempt to get more comments. I promise again.] You may ask how will it help me to get rid of the guilty conscience (or you may not ask). I just want to know what you would have bought. Thanks!

Short Story - Completely Imaginary

2010-07-04T12:30:00.000+05:30

He normally hates to get stuck in that particular traffic signal as it is a very big junction and it would take a long time to get the green signal. He hates it very much as he gets stuck very often. But today it was different. Today, he liked the red signal and wanted it to be there for as long as possible, as waiting near him was a very beautiful girl.

He looked at her and surprisingly, she looked at him back. It was a casual exchange of sight but it continued for a long time. He first thought, 'Could she be blind?' and immediately disposed the idea as it was not possible. He casually turned back and checked whether she was looking at someone behind him and there was not anyone who looked even remotely a competition to him.

When the casual look was no more casual and when it became curious, only 15 seconds were left to get the green signal. He kicked his bike and started it. When he got green signal, he was waiting for the traffic in front of him to move. She thought, "Hmm... not bad... he is not like many other aggressive, born-for-impatience (அவசரத்துக்கு பொறந்த), annoying, irritating @$$^)!#s who blow horn the moment green signal was given...". He thought, "Shit! I have to get the battery recharged first... otherwise, I would have blown the horn to get her attention better..."

A Story You May Not Like - Part II

2010-06-02T09:00:00.003+05:30

[Please click here to read the first part of this story. This is a continuation of that post.]

When Aravind was confused, he got a call back in two minutes. Saravanan sounded excited and he told, "The driver has made arrangements for the wiper da... but the passengers were going to complain about the driver and change the driver. There was a lot of excitement... so only I couldn't pick up the call da".

"I am at least happy that the wiper is arranged", said Aravind.
"But all the passengers have irritated the driver da. He is driving like crazy.", Sarvanan's voice was heavy.
"It is okay da. They would have encountered such things millions of times. Not to worry. Don't worry. You will reach safely."
"Hmm... lets hope so... Aravind, you had your dinner?"
"No da... that is the problem. Here also it is raining and there is nothing here to cook and I am starving da. Don't know what to do."
"Oh shit... your voice was dull and worried from the beginning da. I sensed it, but I was blabbering about my problems. What to do now?"
"I am thinking of going out to have dinner. But at this time only A2B restaurant be open."
"It is far away right? You can't walk to the restaurant da."
"I know da. I am thinking of taking your bike. Do you have enough petrol?"
"Aravind... you don't know riding the bike well. That too, it is night time and is raining. You don't even know the road conditions. I don't think you have to do this. Take an auto da."
"Its okay da. There wont be any traffic and I can ride slowly and safely. I am hungry like hell. Auto guys will ask triple the amount now."
"Take care da. I am not happy with this idea, but please be very very careful. Call me once you are back. I will be waiting for your call."

It was time Saravanan started worrying about Aravind rather than himself. He tried to fall asleep, but he couldn't. He can't even close his eyes. So, he took out his mobile and smsed Aravind "Don't forget to call me once you reach home. I will be waiting for your call". Since calling Aravind would be risky, he smsed him, as it was possible for Aravind to be riding the bike. Aravind received this sms when he was enjoying the dinner and read this sms. He smiled and kept the mobile inside to finish his dinner.

After he finished the dinner, when he was about to leave to his room from the restaurant, he thought of sending an sms to Saravanan and typed his number and typed the message, "I reached home safely. Don't worry about me. Sleep tight. We will meet tomorrow." Within minutes, a sudden brake happened in both of their lives. Aravind's sms became a lie and he never met him after that in his life... After all, how can Aravind meet someone who didn't exist in his world...

[After several hours, many minutes, and a few seconds later...]

"I should have died... not you... I am responsible for your death..." murmured Saravanan without crying, but still very sadly. He heard Aravind's voice "Don't even think like that da... Even if you have died and I was alive, it wouldn't have changed anything. We are playing against hard computer and 2 vs 5 is very very tough right? Wait... I will call Suresh... He plays Counter Strike very well... If we three play, we can device a better strategy and we can play 3 vs 6"... Aravind took out his mobile and typed Suresh's number and called him. In a moment, he shouted, "shit.. how many times would I do this mistake of typing the wrong number?" and started to type Suresh's number again...

A Story You May Not Like - Part I

2010-05-31T21:00:00.001+05:30

[Spoiler: Part II climax beginning: They never met after that in their life... After all, how can Aravind meet someone who didn't exist in his world...]

Saravanan was in full terror. Everything had gone very wrong that day. Every gestures, every sign he got when he left home was bad. He was leaving to Bangalore from his native town Thanjavur. Every time he traveled, he would pray to the Gods and this time, when he prayed, the lamps got put out by the wind (from no where). He used to get wishes from his parents every time. That day, his father told, "Why do you have to prostrate every time? Leave this habit." Though he told that casually, Saravanan felt really bad and considered it as a bad sign.

To add to his despair, he had got the first seat behind the driver in the right side of the bus (in case you don't know, in case of an accident, the people sitting in the right side of the bus are more prone to much damage and people in the first row in the right side will be the first casualty in case if there is any). Something in his mind told that it is not advisable for him to travel that night. But he has already taken one day leave and he can not afford to take one more day. Though Saravanan does not believe in this kind of bullshit thinking, this day, he felt for sure that something wrong was in cooking...

The bus started and within an hour, the driver stopped the bus and got down. Saravanan didn't know what was happening. He thought, 'Wow... it is my luck... may be a tire is punctured.' But it didn't seem like that. There was some commotion happening outside and people were getting down to know what it was. He was shocked when he saw that the driver had got some kind of nervous breakdown and he was telling like 'I couldn't drive. I want to relax. Please give me some time' and was flailing his legs and hands. The passengers who had got down said, 'It is okay brother. Please take your time. Take rest every one hour'. Never in his life Saravanan has faced this kind of strong eerie signals.

Trying so hard to be cool, he got into the bus and the driver had come after some five minutes and started the bus. When Trichy should have been reached, the bus was still going somewhere outer and there was a sudden break. What the? The driver had found out that, he was driving in a wrong route for the past 15 minutes. Instead of taking Salem road, he had taken Madurai road. It had started raining. After a lot of struggle, the driver managed to take an U turn and reached Trichy. Though it was already late, the bus was not started for a long time. So, Saravanan inquired the conductor about the delay. The conductor told, "The wiper is missing. The driver has gone out to make arrangement".

It was not raining when Saravanan had left home, but now, it is raining and the bus does not have the wiper. 'Shall I get out of the bus and go by another bus?', Saravanan was asking himself. But he asked the conductor politely 'But brother, without the wiper, how can we travel in this rain?'. The conductor answered irritably, 'We have to go by whatever means and however the situation is'. Saravanan got really very nervous by this time and he was asking to himself, 'Should I call my father and tell this?'. He decided a big NO. He couldn't let his family be in terror and he definitely didn't want to terrify them and not let them sleep for the whole night.

But he wanted to talk to someone. This could quite possibly be the last night he was going to live. He didn't want to die in despair and hopelessness if it happens. So, he took out his mobile and called his room mate and one of his best friends, Aravind. Aravind's voice was not encouraging. He seemed disturbed and sad when he attended Saravanan's call. Saravanan told everything to Aravind. He told about all the wrong signs and how bad the situation is. Aravindh's voice became ever more worried and sadder, but still, he told Saravanan that 'Nothing will happen da. You wont die at least until you become an uncle (Saravanan's elder brother was going to become a father in a couple of months)'. They both laughed at this light joke.

Saravanan talked to Aravind for some 15 minutes and he cut the call. Saravanan felt much better, but Aravind didn't feel well. He wanted to talk to Saravanan. So, after 15 minutes of thinking and hesitation, he took out his mobile and dialed his number slowly. Thousands of stupid, sad, terrifying thoughts were running in his mind. When he pressed the green button, there was a moment of deafening silence. He started hearing the caller tune. The full caller tune was played and Saravanan didn't pick up the mobile.

Please click here to read the continuation...

Express Love

2010-05-18T09:00:00.004+05:30

Express Love - What is the first thought which came to your mind by reading the title? If you had thought that I was going to tell something about the express love which happens in the world (and that I would be scolding it back and forth with a lot of smoke coming out of my ears), then, I have to thank you that you have actually read some of my posts and have got a good (in the sense, accurate) opinion about this blog.

In fact, I have got some feedback from my friends that I am only good in scolding others/things. One of my friends told blatantly, "the only thing you know is to make fun of others and scold things. You don't know how and what to write about good things". I went through the pain of reading my past recent post in various blogs and concluded that 'he is right'. But this post has nothing to do with express love with express as an adjective (is it an adjective? Am I wrong?). It is just 'express' as a verb.

Suppose, I tell you that 'someone becomes very angry on a person', what would you think that the someone would do? As soon as possible and as much as possible, he/she would do everything in his/her power to show that he/she is angry on them. It could just be gestures, or shouting, or scowling, or in the worst case, breaking the things around them. Suppose, I tell you that 'someone loves another person very much'. The love here could mean the love between friends, husband-and-wife, father/mother to their children and vice versa, or people who are in love. What do you imagine first?

Among friends, you may imagine that they are going outside and simply talking? Or they are playing a game? Or what? Among husband-wife, the expressing of love may differ greatly on how long have they been married :). Among parent to their children, what can you imagine? Suppose a parent loves the son/daughter and if suppose the child is not a child but a grown up adult, how can you imagine them expressing their love? If the child is hurt, the parent will worry more than anyone else? You imagined like that? Or how? How can a grown up adult express his/her love of his/her parents and vice-versa? In either case, the people will not (or can not?) tell others that they love them.

If we want to imagine expressing anger, we can easily do it. If we want to imagine expressing love it is very difficult to imagine (of course, I understand that anger is universal and almost common for all kind of relationships and love differs), but still, expressing love is a very difficult thing. Am I right? This is the problem with me, actually, I wanted to express something else with this post, but the on-the-fly-junk has won the actual-junk and I think I will have to write another post to write what I actually wanted to write (three 'write' in one small sentence.. awkward right? :)) as the size of this post has already become big. seeYouSoon();

நான் புடிச்ச முயலுக்கு அஞ்சு காலு - சுருள் சுத்தும் நிகழ்வு

2010-05-08T09:00:00.004+05:30

எப்பவும் போல வெட்டியா இருந்தப்ப ஒரு weekend la என் gTalk status messageஅ 'நான் புடிச்சமுயலுக்கு அஞ்சு காலு'னு வச்சுருந்தேன். என்ன (மகனாச்சேனு வேற வழி இல்லாம) மதிகுற வெகு சில பேருலஒருத்தரான என் அப்பா 'என்ன status message' னு கேட்டார். 'சும்மா வெட்டியாதாம்பா வச்சுருக்கேன்'னு நான் சொல்ல, 'வெட்டியா இருந்தாலும் ஒரு logic வேணாமா? at least "நீ புடிச்ச முயலுக்கு அஞ்சு காலுன்னு" சொன்னா கூட ஒரு logic இருக்கு' னுஅப்பா சொல்ல, 'என்ன குற்றம் கண்டீர் தந்தையே' னு நான் argumenta ஆரம்பிச்சேன்.

'நான் புடிச்ச முயலுக்கு மூணு காலுனா என்னனு தெரியுமா?'
'தெரியும் பா... பிடிவாதமா இருக்குறது தானே?'
'அதோட background story என்னனு தெரியுமா?'
'சத்தியமா தெரியாது :)'

So, என் தந்தை என்னை மொட்டை மாடிக்கு அழைத்து சென்று நிலா சோறு ஊட்டிவிட்டு சொல்ல வேண்டிய கதையை அப்படியே அந்த room லயே சொல்ல ஆரம்பித்தார்...

'முன்றொரு காலத்தில், ஒரு முனிவரிடம் சில சீடர்கள் இருந்தார்கள்... அவர்கள் காட்டிலே இருந்தார்கள்... தினமும் ஒரு சீடன் சென்று வேட்டையாடி உணவு கொண்டுவரவேண்டும்... எல்லாரும் சேர்ந்துதான் சாப்பிட ஆரம்பிக்க வேண்டும்... அப்புடி இருந்தபோது, ஒரு நாள் ஒரு சீடன் முயல் ஒன்றை வேட்டையாடி சமைத்து வைத்து மற்றவர்களுக்காக காத்திருந்தான்... அனால் அவனுக்கு ஆர்வத்தை கட்டுபடுத்த முடியாமல், முயலின் ஒரு காலை உண்டுவிட்டான்...

'எல்லாரும் வந்து சாப்பிட ஆரம்பிக்க போகும் போடு, ஒரு கால் குறைவதை கண்டுபிடித்தனர்... அவனிடன் 'ஏன் நீ நாங்கள் வருவதற்கு முன்பே சாபிடாய்?' என்று கேட்க, நம் நண்பர் என்ன சொல்லுவது என்று தெரியாமல் 'நான் சாப்பிடவில்லை... நான் புடிச்ச முயலுக்கு மூணு கால்தான் இருந்தது என்று சொன்னான்'. எத்தனையோ முறை கேட்டாலும், அவன் ஒரே பதில்தான் சொன்னான் "நான் புடிச்ச முயலுக்கு மூணு கால்". இதனால்தான் உன் status message logic கே இல்லாமல் இருக்கிறது ' என்று அப்பா முடித்தார்...

ச... இத்தன நாலா இது தெரியாம போச்சேன்னு feel பன்னி ஓடி போய் அம்மாகிட்ட கேட்டேன், 'அம்மா உனக்கு அந்த story தெரியும்மா?' னு... 'தெரியாது'னு அம்மா தெரியாம சொல்ல (சிக்கி விட்டார்கள் என்ற சந்தோசத்தில்) அம்மா கிட்ட அந்த மொக்கைய போட்டுட்டு யோசிச்சேன்... அம்மாவுக்கே தெரியலனா, நெறைய பேருக்கு கண்டிப்பா தெரியாதுன்னு... super da Amudha... blog ல மொக்க போட ஒரு topic கிடைச்சுதுன்னு cruel ஆ ஒரு சிரிப்பு சிரிச்சிகிட்டே blogger.com type பன்னி, ஒரு draft உருவாக்கினேன்...

பி.கு.: சுருள் சுத்தும் நிகழ்வு = Flashback னு நீங்கள் புரிந்துருபீர்கள் என்று நம்புகிறேன். நன்றி :)

Kisses - Inspired by a true incident

2010-04-25T09:00:00.004+05:30

[This post is not advisable for everyone because of very mild sensuality in the content. Readers discretion is required.]

She was not there in the office for three months. He didn't miss her at all. After all, they were just colleagues. In fact, he didn't even realize that she was not in the office. She has returned from US, after a short on-site opportunity. He came to know that she is back in office only by a personal mail from her to him.

He couldn't believe that she even had him in her mind and he was thoroughly excited to read her mail. He ran to her place. Stood there silently for a second. Thousands of thoughts were running in his mind. Though it is a tall cubicle, people passing by can easily see what anyone does in the cubicle. When he was making up his mind as to what he has to say, she gave him kisses!

Should he be extremely happy? or should he be disappointed by her attitude? He doesn't like such people, but, who cares? This is the first ever time he is tasting kisses. She looked into his eyes. It was an intense look and he couldn't take it anymore. With her eyes she asked him 'want anymore?'. But, he needed time. It is going to take a lot of time for him to digest what had just happened.

He left the place without telling anything. He was very angry on her in one millisecond and was very happy the next millisecond. He said 'thanks' after walking some 5 feet. He heard her giggling. Gosh, he was blushing... he should have talked to her face to face.

He came silently and slowly to his place and told his team mates what had happened. They also ran to her place and got two kisses each. When they all met, one of his friends told, "Man... what is she thinking she is doing? She was there in US for three months and got only the cheap kisses chocolate? It is bull shit man. At least she should have got some snickers or bar chocolate".

[PS: The total time taken to conceive the idea and finish this post was about 30 minutes. Please forgive me for the shallow character development and junk ending and a junk post.]

Conversation with my friend [Tamil]

2010-04-20T09:00:00.000+05:30

[Disclaimer: The author of this post is NOT responsible if the reader pukes after (or during) reading this. Continue reading under your own risk. Readers' discretion is required.]

[Background: We had a mutual friend who used to talk to us like us ("hi da machan... eppudi da irukka..."). He went to US and within a week, his style of talking had changed to (kadum peteru) 'dude... wazzup' :). So, me and my friend used to make fun of him, talking like that and we had continued talking like that for many days. So (taken from gTalk history; name masked)...]

1:29 PM Friend: hi dude

me: hi da machan

Friend: enna pannitu irrukeenga?

1:30 PM me: naan nalla iruken da naaye... nee eppudi da irukka panni?

Friend: en dude, indha kola veri

1:31 PM me: illa da mollamaari... vaanga poonganu pesuna relationshipla gap vilundhurum... adhan, vaada poodanu pesuna nerukam varumenu dhan...

romba naala vanga ponganu pesurooma... adhan, konjam vithiyaasam try pannen loosu :)

====== After a couple of days, in a weekend ========

12:16 PM me: Mr. Dude

thoonguneengala?

Friend: aman da mollamaari...ippa thaan elundhen loosu

12:17 PM :)

me: palikku pali vaangite... okay da...

Friend: nee thoonginaya?

12:18 PM me: thoongunenda #@#$@!@ (sensored)

12:19 PM Friend: :)

saptaacha vellakaenna

me: illa da mudichavikki

12:20 PM Friend: sarida koyalla

me: nee da punnakku?

12:21 PM Friend: innum brush'a pannalada en venkayam

me: sari da thakkali

12:22 PM Friend: onnum mudiala kena punnaku

me: :D

I am thinking of making this as a blog

12:23 PM Friend: :)

kulichitaya pannada

12:24 PM me: illa da mokka

12:26 PM Friend: sari da panni...naan kulika poren

12:27 PM me: sari da korangu... bye da....

Friend: :)

Marriage - Part I

2010-04-15T09:00:00.000+05:30

[Surprisingly, this post is NOT going to be R rated but still reader's discretion is required ;)]

The one word which never fails to terrify me and to make my spine chilled is 'marriage'. Seeing, listening and hearing about marriages only make me tremble. Though it has always terrified me, it has never worried me as I was very far away from it. But now, though I am still far away, I can't stop feeling the terror and tremble inside me.

About six months back, when one of my room mates got married, I couldn't actually believe how he could be ready for marriage. He is just an year older than me. So, when I and my other room mates were getting ready to attend his marriage, I told my other room mate, "I don't think I can ever be ready for my marriage". One wise guy replied, "When you see your friends, colleagues and room mates getting married you will start to feel insecure and automatically get ready for it". It was not convincing for me though.

My policy has been "When I see a successful marriage, I will say okay for marriage". But it only seems that if I stick to my policy, I will die as a bachelor :). Then I thought a little deeply... What do I mean by a successful marriage. A couple who never gets a misunderstanding? A couple who never has any quarrel? A couple who never gets in a fight (not necessarily fist fighting :)). An ideal couple in a romantic movie? What defines a successful marriage? Or to tell dramatically, a couple who despite their difference in taste, understand each other and appreciate others' feelings? Obviously not giving birth to a baby...

Any dramatic, cinematic, romantic definition to marriage will be laughable. In fact, any definition for 'successful marriage' will be laughable. I am not talking about how the life will be after the marriage. You may get more problems from somewhere and still be happy with marriage (spouse and marriage are analogous in the context of my thinking). You may get absolutely no problem from anywhere and but not happy because of the marriage. Why almost every married people advice others 'not' to get married? In this case, why marriage is considered a great event in life? Why parents happily get their children married?

When two completely total strangers marry, before the marriage happens, there would be a lot of so-called-well-wishers(family or friends) advice them all the possibilities of 'how to screw your married life'. I have seen people who advised their friends 'never to help his wife in cooking' as it will lower your self prestige and they will start to expect more help. This is a small example. People may advice 'don't ever give up your self prestige' 'always keep her in her line' 'show who is the boss' etc. These are all the perfect recipe for disastrous married life. Of course, there would be a lot of advices from well-wishers for girls also. What they don't realize is, all the people who give such ideas are NOT happy with their marriages and they are just waiting to add another member in their group. So, as soon as the marriage is over, they try to apply all the advices they had got from others and slowly (or very quickly) screw the marriage.

So, what I am thinking is, anyone who is going to marry, should have an open mind. Should have absolutely no expectations from the spouse. 'Expectations' seems like a small word, but is the devil in the disguise. [but can expect that he/she is going to marry the worst junk girl/guy in the entire world :)] Should not take advices from others as how to handle the spouse. If you don't have any idea or plan on how you will treat your spouse, you better don't get married. Should not watch movies, as movies portray ideal couples which is very very improbable in this world. Should not suspect what had had happened in their spouse life in the past. Should be willing to be happy if she/he is loyal to the marriage.

I can keep writing non-sense here, but I want to finish the post with a one-liner 'There are only two ways you can be happy. You adore your ego and try to be happy all by yourself or you kill your ego and be happy with everybody else. The choice is yours.' (Oh... yes... it has three lines) This applies to your married life also. I know, this post is spontaneous and random. No links between each paragraph no concrete opinion and no solid result. These are all glimpses of thoughts I get and there are many more (to come?)...

Quitting this Cruel Blogging!

2010-04-04T14:00:00.000+05:30

===== It Was =====

I can not handle the pressure. No way. I can't. I was happy when the number of people who read my blog was reasonable (around 5 to 6, which included my father, occasionally my sister, myself, and couple of my close friends who were trying to find a reason to fight with me and get away from me.), but recently, it has increased tremendously to a very high number (around 8 to 10). Because of this, I am in a constant pressure.

And this blogging has become quite addictive and cruel. I missed a bus, I wanted to write about it. Someone told something casually, I wanted to write about it. Someone sneezed, I wanted to write about it. Someone didn't sneeze and I wanted to write about it. It has become out of my control. I realized that I am wasting a lot of my office hours in reading/responding to my/others blogs/comments. It does not seem good, especially, when the appraisal is around the corner ;).

So, I have decided that I wont visit blogger.com and also (any).blogspot.com. The only way this can be controlled is, to take a stubborn decision that I wont write/read any new blogs/comments. Even if not permanently, at least for a short time. But if I stop writing, suddenly it will imbalance the happiness quotient in the world as certain people will become ecstatic from being relieved from my blogs and the God may become angry on me :). So, what can I do?

Suddenly, the 40 watts bulb above my head started glowing. Gotcha! The only solution is, I will write some blogs for the next 3 months and schedule them and then take an decision that I will NEVER visit blogger.com and blogspot.com!!! Fantastic, right?. Of course, I will moderate the comments and publish them (if I get any) through gmail. I will reply to the comments ONLY if it asks any question or calls for an argument (it is very rude if I don't reply to a comment which asks a question/argument, so I will come to my blogspot and reply to it). Please be assured that my thanks and gratitude will be there for every single comment you post.

See you all my dear friends after June. I will catch up with all the blogs you fantastic bloggers post in the mean time. I can give you a hint that blogs will be posted on 10th and 20th of March and 1st, 11th and 21st of April and 2nd, 12th and 22nd of May. The topics (need not be in the order) are: Conversation With A Friend, Completely Imaginary Love Story, நான் புடிச்சமுயலுக்கு அஞ்சு காலு, My Top 10 Tamil Old Songs, Mothers' Love Vs Fathers' Love II, I Love My Children, Story - Based on a true incident, and Demo of a Demo, Kisses. Since all these posts were written in a very short time without much thinking, they may NOT be like my other posts... who knows, they may even be good for a change ;)

byeForNow();

===== It Is =====

'I will not visit blogger or blogspot for several months' is a stupid decision and I think it will be impossible. Blogging is a part of my life. Even if not a small part, at least a minute part. So, what I had decided is, I will not access these sites during office time, at any cost. The posts I have written previously will be posted one by one at regular intervals. If I get a new idea or topic I have to write about, I will inject it. Thanks!

A Bloody Post

2010-03-26T20:57:00.005+05:30

[Disclaimer: The post contains offensive language and is not recommended for everyone. Readers' discretion is required]

I have been having a post "Quitting this cruel blogging" in my draft for more than one and a half months. I just wanted to make sure that I will stick to the content of the post and have been waiting to make sure I have the commitment. But suddenly this thing happened and I couldn't control. So, the post goes like this...

Recently I went to my friend's marriage and I traveled with my close friends. When the bus stopped for dinner, one of my friend's vanished. We searched for him and was shocked to find him standing in dark and smoking. He was not a smoker, but he told that he just had one fag as his room mates were making fun of him, that, he can not smoke. Now, he wants to smoke as and when it is possible.

I had a senior in my college who used to smoke a lot. He was noisy also. Later, I had got to know that he started smoking because people made fun of his appearance (he looked a little girlish). So, to prove that he is a 'man', he started smoking. I don't know how in the fuck smoking makes people think masculine... Smoking was once done only by men long time (or sometime) ago, but nowadays, girls are also smoking. I am really sick of this 'hey... be a man... smoke...' attitude.

If you guys want to prove that you are man, go and join army... or get married and father a child. Why in the hell you had to smoke to prove that you are a man? Medically, I think, the more you smoke, the less 'man' you become. If you say, "I like smoking... it helps me go to loo without any troubles... it helps me forget about my hunger... it helps me relieve my tension..." something like that, it is okay. Of course, it is NOT okay, but still acceptable. But saying that "I am smoking because I want to prove to my friends that I am a man" is really pathetic. You have to feel pathetic to think like that, because you are pathetic.

I don't know whether I have to feel pity or angry on guys like that. Who am I to feel pity or angry on them? I don't care if men want to become impotent or get cancer and die on their own free will. But it really hurts when friends suddenly start to do it just because they feel weak or inferior and they were insulted by crooked people to start smoking. I really am NOT sorry if my friends get hurt by reading this, because I am hurt more...

Love...

2010-02-15T20:00:00.001+05:30

[This post is NOT recommended for less-than-18-years old readers. Also, this is not recommended for sensitive people. Readers' greatest discretion is required.]

I hate all the special days like friendship-day, brothers-day, sisters-day, mothers-day, fathers-day etc. and the top of my hatred list is this bloody valentines-day. While the reason I hate the other days are simply (the cliched) 'these days are just marketing strategy to make people spend. They are you friends, brothers, sisters all days. You don't have to create junk traffic in the internet or gift costly cards to prove it'. But this Valentine's day, I hate it because of another reason (not just because I don't have anyone ;))

It is because, the current trend of love(?) and how much build-up is given by media about it. Seeing, and hearing about how things are going on in this crooked world makes me doubtful of what the hell the word 'love' means in this world. Of course, there is no (2 marks) definition that states, 'Love is nothing but...'. It is so projected that 'love' is the cheapest (both by price and the intrinsic value) thing in the world.

Look at the advertisements (boy... I want to write a separate blog about the advertisements)... it only makes me feel that this modern-day-love is despicable. IMHO more than 90% of the 'I love you' means 'hey, you look sexy... and I want to have an affair with you... but this half-baked western culture will only deem us as lowly people if we just have an affair. So, for now, I will say that we are in love... we will get as much intimate as possible... and lets see what happens after that'.

I don't know how many of 'I love you' even think about the life after 2 or 3 years. It is just like how marriage is a license for living/dying till you die, 'I love you' is just a license for living for a short time (or till the marriage with someone else). And to even think of what such 'I love you' has its objective as, only makes me more and more loathing about it. And there are so many different ways to get hold of someone to say that and take advantage of. I can write a blog about that also, but it would only be too disturbing and despicable.

And this Valentine's day is just an excuse for these kinds of lowly activities. The amount of hype given to this is too much. And to the height of all this nauseating things, even BSNL sends sms like 'Find beautiful girls to talk to who are willing and bold. SMS to this number.' (something like that). WTF? The Valentine's day is used by the people who want to say 'I love you' (in the above meaning) but couldn't; to say that, or for people who have already said that to get more physical, or for people who are already in the peak of things to get separated to find someone new.

Don't mistake me here. Don't be seething with rage. I am not against 'love', in fact I love 'love' :) and only because of that I cant digest the injustice that is done to it by the name of this stupid day. I have seen people who are truly in love. I have seen people who are so much in love that can only be seen in movies or read in novels. I respect them. I respect their love. So, IMHO, love is either holy or bullshit (holy-shit could have been more rhyming :) ). I respect if that is the first case and I loath if it is the later. You are now free to tear me into pieces with your comments.

[I wanted to post it yesterday (on Valentine's day), but couldn't complete it, so posting today.]

Short Story - Inspired by true incidents

2010-02-10T17:07:00.001+05:30

5) I would love to say something, but all I could do is to grin uncomfortably and leave the place with big strides

4) She smiles at me every time when it happens

3) I say 'damn' involuntarily and she could definitely hear it

2) This has been happening a lot of times in the past one week

1) I go to my old place accidentally forgetting about the change of my place in my office

0) Please read the points in order from 1 to 5.

Surprise! A Quarrel!!

2010-02-03T09:00:00.005+05:30

Quarrel, the word (or any word which means the same) I hate most in any language. I am not talking about the quarrel that happens in the road, or in the reality shows or in the assembly :), but the quarrel that happens inside our known-people-circle. I don't mean physical fight, but I mean heated arguments, strong disagreements, questioning and criticizing (known) people.

Things which happened in my life made me think more deeply of the nature of quarrels that happen between friends, siblings, colleagues, relatives, and spouse(s) :). The result of my self realization is that, there are absolutely NO surprises in a quarrel we participate, whether you start or respond to it. What I mean by NO surprises is, we know exactly what is going to happen before accusing or abusing or criticizing our friends. Yet, we go ahead and deliver the dialogue which we have rehearsed in our mind to them.

For example, whenever I am going to accuse my friends for not picking up the mobile when I call or not responding to my chat, I know exactly what they will answer. I also know what should I reply for their reply and so on. But still, I do that and get the temporary pleasure to have succeeded in my act I have rehearsed in my mind. Then later, I will apologize for being rude and everything will suddenly become normal. The thing is, many many people fail to do the last step in this act which slowly builds up the bitterness and finally end in a friendship-fatal fight.

How many of you who is reading this, has ever apologized for a fight? Of course, only if the mistake is with you. Or how many of you can accept that the mistake is with you (also) in a fight? Even if you know that the mistake is with you, have you ever been willing to apologize? Simply go and talk something else can solve the problem, but apologizing from the heart will make the situation much much better. I don't have to tell these things. Everybody who reads this is a mature adult. Everybody knows this. But why very very few people follow these things? I have got no clue...

When was the last time you had a surprise in a quarrel, I mean, you expected your friend to respond in a way but he accepted/apologized for the criticism (you must except me ;) ). So, the next time when you are participating in a quarrel... do whatever you want to do... :) I am not going to advice you anything as I perfectly know that, soon after you close this window (if you have read till now :)), you are going to be the same person as you were before reading this... I just wanted to log my self-realization :)

Travelling Tortures

2010-01-18T21:30:00.001+05:30

[This post is not advisable for sensitive readers as this post contains abusive strong language. Readers discretion is required]

Everytime, every single time I travel, within minutes, I will want to write a blog about it. Definitely not good about things, but how cruel traveling and transportation has become. But I always give up the idea because all I can write about it will be abusive and full of offensive words. But this time, it has just gone too much. Once again, I have to warn you that this post will contain strong language and not advisable for everyone.

This is how it went on that day:
I had to sit in an aisle seat. The one who occupied the window seat was a friend of the idiots who were sitting in the front row. The moment the bus started, this idiot called the conductor of the bus and asked him to switch on the TV. Bloody Shit! I loathe those guys who are so damn inconsiderate about others and want the volume in the TV should be high in the night journey. But fortunately, the TV was not working. Thank God, you are with me!

But no, God was NOT with me, but Satan was. That idiot was trying to make a lot of lame jokes about the bus as loudly as he can, and the idiots who were sitting in front were laughing as loud as possible. It went on for an hour. Why the hell was he trying so hard to get the attention of others. Bull shit! Actually, my friend does not approve of me to talk offensive words which would not scold the assholes but their family. He would say, "Why to use that word da? You can use (sensored), (sensored), (sensored), (etc.)" :). I would be able to follow that as long as I am confined in Rage I.

After an hour, another group got into the bus. When the bus started moving, one of the guys from that group, took a big cell phone, and started playing songs. WTF!? It was so damn loud that, the idiot who was sitting near me stopped talking. So loud and so noisy. When I was thinking "What the fuck is your problem you asshole!", suddenly, a big noise of belch Yeeaaaarrrrrrppppp. Normally, if we are to belch, we will try to close the mouth and let that gas out of the bus right? But that SoB (I was in Rage II), did that by learning forward and was close to me. My best guess is, he had had Chicken Biriyaani and Butter Chicken Masala some 38 minutes ago. I felt like puking.

After some more minutes, someone called the conductor and told that there are a lot of bed bugs in the seats. Only then I realized that all the time, those were not mosquito bites, but bed bugs bites. What is the scheme God? What do You plan? You want to challenge me that I can't stick to my greeting message in my mobile? But why do You have to do that always in traveling? So, it is a test for me right?

But I decided NOT to write a blog about this. I thought, "It is part of life and I have to put up with these kinds of difficult times. I shouldn't lose my temper and write an offensive blog about these innocent poor people. After all, they are doing this in a desperate attempt to catch other's attention right? I have to understa..." My thoughts were disturbed by another bigger, more powerful, nastier smelling, more offensive Yeeeaaaaaarrrrrrrrppppppp. My thoughts continued as "You (completely sensored Rage III language)"... and result is this blog.

A Story

2010-01-03T09:00:00.004+05:30

[This post is not advisable for everyone because of mild sensuality in the content. Readers discretion is required.]

It has been more than a week. The guy had to go out of station for an office trip. He didn't feel or think that it would be painful to be apart from his love, at the beginning. After all, it is not like they have fallen in love recently and that every second, or every minute would seem like hell if he is not with her. Also, it does not mean that he does not care about her. It is something not ordinary people would understand.

It was not easy for him to find her. He had a lot of criteria and preferences. But out of nowhere she came into his life and snap they are made for each other. He had no preferences as to the color, height, weight, etc. After all, external factors matter only for few months (they say) and he knew that. It is the internal beauty he was looking for.

Their idea of romance and love is simply seeing each other with eyes receiving love, touching and feeling each other, and singing together. It does not mean that they don't have fight at all. If she is not responding to him, he gets mad and beats her, but believe me, it wont hurt her and he knew that thoroughly. He would immediately feel sorry and will beat himself, as though it would make her happy, but only to see that she pleads him to stop beating himself. Such love which is scarce existed between them.

During the time they were not together, he would think of her and feel that she was also thinking of him. They didn't need an electronic instrument to talk to each other. He would dial in his mind "my love" and immediately get the answer "I have been counting the seconds to receive this call, my love" from her. Whenever the breeze which touched her came and touched him, he would unconsciously close his eyes, look slightly upwards with palms clutching each other and take a deep breathe. He felt her presence then.

Anyhow, the ordeal was over. He had returned from the trip. He was thoroughly excited when he was opening the door. He didn't make any sound and he wanted to be utterly silent. He knew that she would know if he comes and when he comes. Yet, he would not expect her to run to the door and throw herself over him and kiss him. She was silently waiting in his bedroom. He quietly removed his shoes went into the bedroom. She was still silent. He undressed her, a single touch and she was turned on and he started fondling her.

Without any disruption or distortion or any stumbling, she sang the Fur Elise piece of music in the exact rhythm he wanted to play. Then he tried the other pieces which he knew and everything just flew beautifully. Wow, that one week gap did not make him forget his favorite pieces of music and he had not lost his touch with the music keyboard.

Wishes!

2009-12-31T23:12:00.004+05:30

I don't know when I became like that, but in recent years, I really lost the sense and taste of wishing New Year or Pongal or Birthday or Ramjan or Deepavali or Christmas, etc. What do we give or what do we get by uttering "Wish You A Happy *"? I don't know. Hmm... thinking deeply, I can deduce the following as the reasons.

Having seen a lot of advertisement simply telling "Happy Bull Shit"
Having seen a lot of people faking hearty wishes when they actually don't give a shit
Lost the actual interest in any of the festivals and birthdays
Getting a lot of spam mails sent for 100s or 1000s in BCC via a pre-created group, without even knowing who are all the people present in the group.

When I started seeing festivals as the reason for people to do heavy shopping and simply watching TV, I lost hope in that. All we need is an excuse to spend and shop. When the festivals were scarce, it was okay, but now, the consumerism has gone to such an extent that every month will have some festival or some day brothers day, sisters day, fathers day, mothers day, lovers days, atchaya-thrithi, aadi-month, kaarthigai-month, etc. hmm...

But it is not that I don't want to wish people good luck on special day for them. I would like to wish my friends a happy birthday or a happy anniversary day (if they are happy ;)). But, new year, or pongal, or etc. I lost interest.

But anyhow, I have to be a Roman when I am in Rome. For my friends, I wish them good luck in the coming year! I don't want to say the stereotypical "Wish You A Happy New Year". Have fun and enjoy!

Pleae Take Your Seat - A Flashback!

2009-12-27T00:00:00.001+05:30

"Please take your seat" said the VP of SBOA HSS and nervously, immediately and moronically I sat on the only seat available and that is one of the most foolish things I have ever done in my life which I can never forget. I was very nervous on that day. It was an interview with the school officials and I was extremely afraid about that.

Having been in a Tamil medium school from 6th to 10th in a very small village and having absolutely no knowledge in English, even studying in Tanjavur or Trichy freaked me out. But I wanted to study in English medium as I thought that would help me have a smooth college life. But Chennai? and that too one of the most reputed schools? I was not ready.

I mugged up the first lesson in Physics fully and I studied a bit in all other subjects also. I had my cousin teaching me. I was ready to answer any 2 marks questions they may ask :). On that interview day, I and my father went to that school. Oh boy... never seen such a big school. My fear reached the maximum.

"What would they ask me? and what should I answer?", I asked my dad (of course, in Tamil). He told me some simple questions they may ask and some simple answer I should deliver. Every moment when I was inside the campus, it lost hope. Even small kids were talking in English. "I am dead", I thought. Finally, my interview was going to start. I and my father went inside the room.

"Please take your seat", said the VP.
"No... not you... Your father!", said another staff who was in there. At the same speed I sat, I stood up and gave the seat to my father. This thing always use to haunt me. 'Why was I so stupid and lame and pathetic?' This was just a beginning. I have done even more amazing comedy in the first few days of my school life.

But, why am I writing this? Because one of my friends had asked me specifically to write things which would humiliate me, and I didn't want to disappoint one of the very few living beings in the world who reads my blog, and so, I am posting this.

Boys Vs Girls

2009-12-14T00:10:00.001+05:30

[It is a cheap technique to have the title like this, I know, to attract audience (if at all there are any). But this is a genuine topic I wanted to blog about. This is just a conversation during a breakfast time with my colleague.]

"When I started learning swimming, there would be a lot of girls who would win me easily and I had felt ashamed", told my friend, during a chat about his victories in swimming competitions.
"But after you had mastered, you would have won them very easily right?", I asked.
"Yes, of course man"
"If there is a competition between a girl and a boy, both having the same level of practice and same age, who would win?"
"Obviously the boy, swimming needs a lot of muscular power which boys have more than girls"
"Hmm... I have always wondered, what is the sport or game or anything in which girls have more chances to beat boys?"
"Hmm... (thinking)"
"I think the world champions in carom are girls and that too from India and I think they are from south (no racist intention, but that was purely for information purpose and to prove that my guess would be approved to be right). Since carom does not need any physical power, I think they had won. But why not in chess? Why can't there be a woman world champion? Chess does not need physical strength..."
"Chess needs a lot of thinking, so women can't beat men"
"What? Why not? Is it that men or more intelligent than women"
"Not like that, but, Testosterone, a hormone required for mathematical calculation power, is present in men multiple times more than women" (Later we investigated about this aspect and found that this information is NOT correct. You can refer this link for more information)
"Hmm... too bad... Can you think of anything in which girls are better?... I think girls have more chances to be better in spirituality (completely my guess and could be 200% wrong)"
"Women are the best when it comes to counseling and consoling. Men don't stand a chance"
(by this time, we were done with our breakfast and we started to leave)
"So, is there anything in which you were beaten by a girl", my friend asked me.
"Hmm... during my school life when I was in co-education, I could never manage to get the first rank. It was always a girl who got the first rank"
(at this time, we both realized the fact)
"Man... how come we didn't think about this. Girls... they always beat boys in studies in school. Every year, the pass percentage, the top scorer, everything, girls would top", told my friend and was happy to have found a valid answer.
"It is because, boys spend most of the times thinking about girls rather than the studies :)", I told (in a completely funny note).
Laughing, we both went to start our work!

Evolution of Arranged Marriage - Based on true stories :)

2009-11-03T09:00:00.002+05:30

<= 26:

Very Beautiful
Very Fair
Slim
Good family
B.E.
Non-Working (or Working, based on personal preference)
[People who think marriage as business] Should give X Gold, Car

27:

Beautiful
Fair or Wheatish
Decent family
B. Sc. Computer Science is okay
Non-Working (or Working, based on personal preference)
[People who think marriage as business] Should give X Gold

28:

Beautiful
Even if dark, should have good facial features
Decent family
B.Sc.
Working or Non-working, anything is okay
[People who think marriage as business] Should give X - Y Gold

29:

Decent looking
Decent family
Any Bachelor degree
[People who think marriage as business] Should give X - Z Gold

30:

Should be bearable to look at.
Decent family
At least Higher Secondary

31+:

Only one condition. Should be a female.

Bad Time In My Past - Thirumadhi Selvam

2009-10-27T09:00:00.001+05:30

Due to a problematic remote control, I had to watch a Tamil serial called "Thirumadi Selvam" for about 15 minutes. I have no words to describe about this junk one. But of course, no serial can come near the utter junk and a criminal offense serial called "Kolangal" which spams for years and years and which has seen many mega-serials' birth and death.

This is how 'Thirumadhi Selvam' went on that day I had to watch it.

A guy comes and asks his wife whether she had had her dinner. She says 'No' and asks him whether he had had it. He says 'No'. 'Aa Aaaa AAAAAAaaaaaa..... Vu Vuuu Vuuuuuuu...' etc. in the background suddenly... I got confused... why this music? it is just that he hadn't had his dinner... why in the hell such an elavu music for this? She looks at him for more than 2 minutes in this background music and after the full cycle is over, he says, 'come... we shall go and have dinner'

They go and have dinner. We have to see them having dinner for more than 3 minutes. Then, an old hag comes (his mother-in-law) and asks 'son, you are having dinner only now?' (what the dash... he is having it in front of her only... but she is asking the quesiton) and for the he replies 'Yes'. 'Aaa Aaaaaa AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa' in a bass voice again and she was looking at him for more than 2 or 3 minutes in the music background.

At this point, I was about to throw the remote control and break it as it had made me watch this junk, to my surprise, the serial got over for that day!!!. What in the dash was that? Why would anyone watch it? I didn't know whether to appreciate the home makers to have such a great tolerance to watch these kind of bull shits. If everyone shows such tolerance towards real people, I think all the families will become an example of "ideal family" without any disputes.

God, save my people!

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Imaginary Story and Imaginable Phiolosophy

2009-10-19T09:00:00.001+05:30

[Disclaimer: Everything that takes place in this story is 100% imaginary. Don't try this in real life. I rate this post R and if you are not 18+, please don't read further. Reader's discretion is required]

"There are no take backs... once you register and pay the money, there is absolutely no way you can cancel it. Do you understand?"
"Yes I do. I would be more happy only if I can't cancel it. I don't want anything or anyone to interrupt this."
"You would feel that way until you pay the money and register. After that you will surely have a second thought. I just want to make it VERY CLEAR. Also the policy is that if you express your interest, you can only register the next day"
"I don't want time to think. I have already thought it so much. I want to register now"
"NO. Come tomorrow. Get lost, now!"

Dheva went home sulking all the way to his home. The stay in the house didn't make him think again, but infact, made him wait for the next morning to come so that he can go and register. He has had fights and problems with his wife almost everyday right from the marriage. And things were getting worse and worse everyday. Though all the fights and problems were for no reason (or very silly reasons), the peace had completely gone and he had gone to such an extent that he had decided to kill his wife through a secret organization, whose reference he got through google.

"It is clear. I want to go ahead."
"Okay... well... give me the address, photo and the money. It will take 3 days to execute it. I strongly suggest that you are not in your house. Be in your office. Schedule a meeting or something so that it is absolutely doubt proof that you had to stay in office."
"I will do."
"Don't try to be nice just because she is going to die in couple of days."
"Why not?"
"(With a cruel smile) Because there are no take backs."
"What?"
"If you are nice to her, she may be nice to you and suddenly your chemistry may start to work. Even if it is not going to happen, if you are suddenly nice, it will raise suspicion. Understand?"

Devah's heart started to beat faster and he felt an uncomfortable feeling thinking about the first option, Mr. X had told about. But since it was out of his control anymore, he didn't want to think about it.

"Ye... Yes... No problem"
"We are bad people and we show no mercy. We have links to police department also. So, If you try to act smart, you will also go to hell along with your wife... ha ha ha"

That remark didn't seem to have been made for fun. Without telling anything Devah just left that place. He couldn't believe what he had done. All the problems and the fights suddenly seemed nothing. He started to realize the ways he could have done better to have made the relationship stronger. He realized that he has done the greatest mistake in his life, but it is useless to think about it.

He reached home. His wife looked as beautiful as she was on their marriage day. Even before he could talk to her, she started yelling at him for coming late. That yelling didn't make him angry, which a day before would have been a good reason to yell back or fight back. He felt heart-broken, blanked, and numbed by the fact that his wife is going to be killed in a couple of days because of his intolerance towards her.

==== End Of Story ====

I want to give you the freedom to complete the story in the way you want to have it. Whatever the way I am going to finish, someone may feel 'come on... this is a cliched ending' (because the story itself is cliched :). Also, if you have any creative climax, feel free to express it via comments). But what I want to tell here is, there are two universal truths anyone should face, birth and death. Only during deaths (not their own of course) anyone realizes a lot of things about life. A completely new dimension becomes clear to us when seeing someone close to us die.

After death there is no point in thinking "I should have done that" or "I shouldn't have done that" etc. Once Sadguru was asked a question "My son died recently. We didn't do much for him. We want to do a lot for him now. How can we do it to him?" and for that a gist of Sadguru's answer was, "hereafter for anyone, if you want to do something do it then and there. Don't wait for them to die".

So, what I want to tell you is, whenever someone (or anyone) makes you mad, even if not the extent that you hire Mr. X to end them, just imagine that you did it and the other person is going to die in a couple of days. Treat them in the way you would treat them if they are going to die very shortly. I believe things will get better if we understand the universal truths better.

== End Of Mokkai ==

A Joke I couldn't Stop Laughing For

2009-10-13T18:09:00.005+05:30

[Disclaimer: Not advisable for all. Reader's discretion is required]

I read this joke in internet and I couldn't stop laughing for a long time. Of course, there were a lot of other jokes which made me laugh so hard, but this was one of the best and this is the only joke I could share in my blog ;) Here goes the joke:

Little Johnny is sitting in a biology class,and the teacher says that an interesting phenomenon of nature is that only humans stutter, no other animal in the world does this.

Johnny's hand shoots up. "Not correct, Miss!" he says.

"Please explain, Johnny," replies the teacher.

"Well, Miss, the other day I was playing with my cat on the veranda. The neighbors' Great Dane came around the corner, and my cat went "ffffffffff! ffffffffffff! ffffffffff!", and before he could say "F&%# OFF!", the dog ate him!"

Very Good Rare Songs - Nescafe (Open Up)

2009-09-06T02:00:00.009+05:30

Get electrified by hearing this song! Our old favorite song which I hit after so many years. I thought it deserves this post! This song was originally sung by a Chinese singer 'Shunza' and the song was 'Open Up'. But Nescafe adopted this song and changed it to Nescafe. The song which is below is sung by "Laurie Anderson"

The Lyrics:

You can be rich with no money to spend,
You can do everything when you understand,
You can be mother when you are a man,
Open Up - You know that you can.

Open your eyes, open your mind, open your thoughts - Don't stay behind!
(open up, open up, open up, open up)
Nescafe
(open up, open up, open up, open up)

The Key is inside you to open your mind,
You know what is out there - your heart can't be blind,
Open your eyes and open your mind,
Open your thoughts - Don't stay behind!

Open your eyes, open your mind, open your thoughts - Don't stay behind!
(open up, open up, open up, open up)
Nescafe
(open up, open up, open up, open up)

Erase all the borders and start in your head,
Open your mind to thoughts seldom said,
Open your eyes and open your mind,
Open your thoughts and don't stay behind.

Open your eyes, open your mind, open your thoughts - Don't stay behind!
(open up, open up, open up, open up)
Nescafe
(open up, open up, open up, open up)
(open up, open up)
(open up, open up)
Nescafe
(open up, open up)
(open up, open up)
(open up, open up)
(open up, open up)
(open up, open up)
Nescafe

Click on this link to hear that song sung by the original singer which would put you to a greater enjoyment.

About an Unbelievable Author

2009-08-13T11:00:00.003+05:30

Of all the 3 or 4 or may be 5 friends who read my blog, how many of you know that there was a great author called Erle Stanley Gardner? How many of you know about one of the most famous fictional detective/lawyer Perry Mason? Perry Mason is the first English novel I had read in my life. Because of the ingenious story, I got attracted to reading more novels and so, I am dedicating a post for this author and the character 'Perry Mason'

I wish each and everyone reads at least one of his novels to check why his stories are so special. I have to admit that I don't know many authors and I don't know if there are any similar novels which are better than this. I am not telling that this could be the best ever series of novels in this genre, but what I can promise is, anyone will enjoy this series.

Erle Stanley Gardner has written more than 80 Perry Mason novels and his records were unbeatable and it hold even Guiness Record for most selling books which is greater than other 3 famous authors number of copies sold put together. I heard or read (but I am not sure) that Erle Stanley Gardner used to write multiple stories at the same time and each will be a very complex detective case.

I have read twenty one Perry Mason stories (till date). Even though every one of the book is awesome in its own way, I would like to recommend some of the books I thoroughly enjoyed, which you can start with:

The Case Of Screaming Woman
The Case Of Mythical Monkeys
The Case Of The Drowsy Mosquito
The Case Of The Footloose Doll
The Case Of The Caretaker's Cat

My father's most favorite ones:

The Case Of Duplicate Daughter
The Case Of Haunted Husband

If you are already a Perry Mason fan, feel free to suggest your most favorite book. If this post made you to read any Perry Mason book and if you enjoyed it, feel free to thank me :)

A Completely Imaginary Story

2009-07-31T01:09:00.005+05:30

[Disclaimer: This story is not recommended for anyone who is not 18+ years old. This post contains suggestive materials which are not recommended for everyone, even if they are adults. Readers' discretion is required]

Vignesh has never felt like this. Mentally, his whole body is shaking, but physically, he is just all right. He can not say whether he is excited or tensed or worried. After all, this is the first time he is going to do that thing. The first time anxiety has taken over his entire stability. Though he was sure that he is going to get a damn good experience, he is worried about the safety also. He just wanted to get advice from his friend.

"I am just nervous. I am worried about the safety", he told his friend. "Come on... SHE is awesome... this is what you have been dreaming for so long. You have got the chance. Don't be afraid. Go ahead... Good luck", encouraged his friend with a smile and a wink. Vignesh knew that this would be the encouragement which he will get from any of his friends, though, if they get an opportunity to do that thing, they will also be tensed.

Vignesh is the kind of the man who tells/confesses everything (of course, not everything, but almost everything) with his parents and brother. But will they understand him if he tells them about this? Will they ever forgive if they come to know about this later? After all, everyone (of course, not everyone, but almost everyone) will do this thing before their marriage (I don't know what they think... perhaps they think loyalty is a dog thing???)

One of Vignesh's thousands of thoughts is 'In this present world, my wife may appreciate me about this'. He has done enough thinking. He realized that no matter how much he thinks, he is NOT going to lose such an opportunity. So, he consoled himself that ' though my parents and brother does not have enough maturity to know the current trend, they will be happy once they see the result. They may be a little worried about what the relatives, who don't know anything about software industry, will think if they come to know that I quit Infosys and join this unknown product company called Software for Hyper Enterprises (SHE). But this salary hike at this point of time is extremely needed and even my wife (if I get someone soon) may appreciate this'

He went to his computer and started a mail with subject "Resignation Letter" after working in that company for six years, his hands starting to shiver a little bit physically also!

Uniqueness of each musical instrument

2009-06-28T23:07:00.003+05:30

I am in a pursuit of learning a music instrument for past couple of weeks. I don't know when it will be over and how it will be over (whether I accomplish my goals or I say 'you know what? I had quit'). But luckily I have a motivation. One of my friends has also started learning a musical instrument so, we had promised to motivate each other when the other is having hard time learning the instrument.

Interestingly, I have two more friends who are just beginners whose instrument of choice is different. So, we are now four guys with four different music instruments. I use to think that my instrument of choice is the best and everyone thinks the same for their instrument of choice :). My questions was "What is the best music instrument?". So, I was thinking of uniqueness and greatness of each instrument. Of course, all the musical instruments are great. This is the comparison of Guitar, Violin, Flute and Keyboard (Piano)

First, let me tell the uniqueness and greatness of Violin. Violin in the only instrument which can produce continuous sound/music. All other instruments can only give discreet pieces of music. Also, Violin is the best instrument to shower melancholy. But the negative part is, if you don't know how to play it, the will produce the most horrible noise which no other instrument can produce.

Flute: Flute is an amazing instrument which can give melody like no other instrument can give. The music a Flute can produce can literally mesmerize anyone. It is almost close to Violin regarding the continuous music, but when the player breathes, it will have to break at least for some seconds. Also, it is the most light-weighted instrument and the most compact instrument ever. The negative part is, it drains energy out of the player.

Keyboard (Piano): It is the only instrument that could be played to produce 10 Swaras (notes) from various octaves. Since all ten fingers could be used at the same time, it is superior to any other string or wind instrument in that regard. Also, a duet could be played with a single instrument, one playing in lower octaves and the other playing in higher octaves. The negative part is, it is costly. A grand piano could cost easily above Rs. 25, 00, 000.

Guitar: I don't know of any uniqueness for Guitar, but, it is also one of the greatest instruments. Simply stroke the strings and you will get a good music. Also, almost all the songs require a Guitar. It is also one of the most stylish musical instruments to give pose with :)

[I am not sure whether whatever I think is right. If you find that I have given some wrong information, please do comment about it. Also, if you know anything to add up to, please feel free to add it as a comment.]

Brainy Friend - Part III - The Power

2009-06-19T18:00:00.002+05:30

[This is a sequel to Brainy Friend Part II post. It is highly recommended that you read that post first before reading this one, or click here to go to the first post. The disclaimer for that post holds good to this post also, as a matter of fact to all the posts for this story]

Knock... Knock... "Satesh... dear... is there anything wrong? What was that sound?". Satesh's mom had come to his room after hearing that 'thud' sound of Satesh falling. All of the sudden, instantly, Satesh came to his life. He opened his eyes and realized that he is lying on the floor. Immediately, he answered his mom's call by saying, "Mom... there is nothing wrong... please wait... I will open the door"

Satesh's mom was shocked and very much worried to see him, and she told in a feeble voice, "What has happened to you dear? Why have you sweated like this? Did you faint and fall? I heard a sound like you fell". Just then Satesh realized that he had sweated like hell and he is completely wet. 'How come I didn't realize that I am wet???', Satesh asked himself.

"Mom, I was awfully tired and fell unconscious I think."
"If you had fallen unconscious how come you opened that door as soon as I knocked? I just came right after that sound. Dear... is there anything wrong? Do you want to tell me something?"
"Nothing mom... It is just the experiment I was doing... I have gotten some weird experiences... I am perfectly all right mom. You please don't worry... I will surely tell you if there is anything wrong or if there is anything important I have to tell you."
"Honey... I always wanted to support your experiments. But if it is going to affect you, I wont allow it. Promise me that you will be careful and that you would let me know if anything is wrong."

It took a long time for Satesh to convince that there is nothing wrong. He told her that he would consult a doctor and spent extra time with her to soothe her. After she left, Satesh came and sat in his chair. He couldn't understand how his mother came so soon. He was asking himself, "It seemed that I had talked to that voice for a long time, but mom says she had come right away... what is happening to me?"

"So... now you should have understood what was happening to you", the same voice echoed from somewhere. Satesh was then irritated and yelled "What in the hell is this bull shit?". Just then he realized what was happening and the very second he had a victorious smile in his face to have understood everything. "Yes... you got it... I knew you will get it...", said that same voice.

'Oh my God... this is what it has been happening... So, everything that was happening from the moment I lost consciousness was just my thoughts. I was not speaking to anyone... I was just thinking and the other guy... or the voice... or whatever... was able to get whatever I thought and it was replying to me... throughout the time, I hadn't opened my mouth... and moreover, the communication happening between me and that thing is instantaneous... So only, all the communication which should have taken more than 15 minutes had just happened in less than a second...' is what Satesh had understood. He figured it out what he yelled 'What in the hell is this bull shit' to that voice in which he didn't utter anything, but just thought as a reply to that voice.

Yet Satesh is not fully convinced or fully understood about this brainy friend (from now on, I would refer the one-more-consciousness of Satesh as brainy friend). That brainy friend could get whatever Satesh thinks but he couldn't get whatever it (or the brainy friend) thinks...

Their conversation was about to start in which Satesh remained in the same posture as how he was sitting... He is going to listen and get the whole picture of this brainy friend...

To be continued. [Coming soon: The power continued]

A Help Needed

2009-05-31T20:10:00.004+05:30

[If you thought I was going to ask a help and still wanted to read this, I have to appreciate you. This blog is not about asking help. This is just a topic about help.]

Asking for a help is an art, in my opinion. The chances of getting the request done is completely dependent on how you ask for the help, and of course, to whom you ask and how big is the help, etc. There are a lot of various parameters involved in the success of getting the help done.

I am quite sure that everyone would know how to ask for the help and to whom to ask that help. But, what I wanted to convey is, how mature you should be before asking the help. Generally, when I ask for a help, I would consider that it is going to be rejected. You should be completely prepared to get your request declined. If you are not ready to face this, you should not ask for the help.

If you are not ready to hear a NO for your help request, it would mean that it is not a help you are asking, but you are ordering your friend/relative to do something for you. So, whenever you are going to ask for a help, no matter how close your friend/relative is, you should be ready to accept a NO from them.

If you are asking for a big help, a very critical help, and yet your friend/relative is not in a position to help you, you should never point that out in your future meetings with that guy. If you have vengeance for the declination, it would surely spoil the friendship. So, next time when you are going to ask for a help, ask yourself, "Am I ready if he/she says NO? Would I be able to like him/her even if it is rejected?".

If the answer is YES, you can go ahead and ask for the help. If it is NO, it is better you don't ask for that help. Of course, if the situation is too desperate, you can give an attempt, but you should be mentally prepared and matured to accept it and continue with the friendship.

This is my thought. Any comments? Want to refute it? Want to tell something? Want to give an example? You can leave a comment. This is just a filler blog written in just ten minutes without even thinking about it, as I desperately wanted to post a topic before June starts. So, forgive me if this is junk :)

Unfinished Story

2009-04-22T21:00:00.002+05:30

[Disclaimer: Everything that takes place in this unfinished story is purely imaginary]

Senthan never believes forward mails, especially those which ask him to forward to some number of people, promising fortune and which threatens disaster if not forwarded to others. He is sick of those kinds of mails. His disbelief increased a lot after he read this blog. But he is a little confused, worried and afraid today.

For the past one week he had been feeling pain in his chest, and that too in the left side, whenever he lies down to sleep. To add to his fear, there was a definite pain in his left hand. With his very little medical knowledge, these two are the strong symptoms for heart attack. So, everyday he slept, for the past one week, he thought he wont wake up.

But today is different. He heard a lot of problems in the family; the cliched misunderstanding between family members, his bank balance is utter low, his friends asking back their money Senthan had got from them, work pressure from office, other health issues, etc. Everything came at the same day. He was almost sure, he would get a severe heart attack tonight.

To relax himself, he started checking his mails in his Yahoo mail inbox. One of the mails asked him to forward it and that if he would not forward it, he would die in two days. It was the day before yesterday. He didn't forward it to anybody, though something inside him urged him to. He remembered that suddenly today. Disregarding that and to sleep, he lied down on his bed.

The worry just kept increasing. Senthan was not worried about dying young, was not worried about dying as a virgin, was not worried that he had not even flirted with girls, was not worried that he hadn't even had a single fag, was not worried about the loans he had to pay back and the home loan and the only property he ever owned, was not worried about all his ambitions that would die along with him, if it happens.

He was worried about only two things. First being the family, he just called his family and talked to his father and mother casually. He then asked them to give the phone to his only brother and he advised his brother to study properly and get a good job. The second worry, being his unfinished story in his blog and that he didn't want to disappoint his blog readers, he started to write a blog to finish the unfinished story. When he was about to finish the story, he felt an severe pain in his heart and

Brainy Friend - Part II - Result

2009-03-19T22:30:00.001+05:30

[This is a sequel to Brainy Friend Part I post. It is highly recommended that you read that post first before reading this one. The disclaimer for that post holds good to this post also, as a matter of fact to all the posts for this story]

After what it seemed like eternity to Satesh, but in real, after 2 seconds, Satesh heard the same voice, talking calmly and slowly, "Too much of anything is good for nothing, isn't it?". Satesh didn't know what to tell or how to react. What he saw, was complete darkness. He shouted, "Who are you? Where am I? Am I abducted? What is happening to me? When...". Satesh was interrupted by the deep calm voice, "I just told you 'too much of anything is good for nothing'. It holds good for the number of questions you ask also".

"Where am I? What is happening to me?"
"Still, you are asking too much of questions. Which one should I answer?"
"Do you think it is funny, you bloody as..."
The voice interrupted Satesh again, "Don't scold yourself dear. Calm down and be cool"
"What?"
"At last, you have asked one question. I think you are now calm. Listen to me Satesh, I think I am the result of your experiment."
"You think? What do you mean?"
"I am one more conscience from inside your brain. It is like I have got completely detached from your conscience. I reside in your brain. I am part of your brain, but I am independent. I also can control you body. You can consider that you have two brains now. I am YOU."
"This is too much for me to take. You mean I have a split personality?"
"I don't know much about split personality as you haven't read much about it. I know only what you know. So, from our knowledge, split personality would mean that we both can't be present at the same time. Since we both are present at the same time, I think it is not split personality"
"Oh.. then do you mean that I and you are like Edward Norton and Brad Pitt in the Fight Plan movie"
"I am not sure. In that movie, they act against each other isn't it? I wont act against you. I am YOU okay? I think, what I am, is a completely new phenomenon."
"Could be... I am confused... I think I will have to refer Yahoo health to find out if there is anything like that."
"I would do that for you"
"By the way, why did you start with a philosophy? That 'too much of bla bla bla?' And why did you have to be sarcastic to me? How could you be so calm when I was scared to death?"
"Haha... I thought you would figure that out. You, that is we, are one of the most brilliant guys in the world. But you were not satisfied. You tried to increase you intelligence beyond a normal person. I am the result of that isn't it? That is what I meant. I was not sarcastic. I was calm as I know there is nothing wrong. I did not want you to feel angst."
"Haha... but in my case, too much of anything is very good for something isn't it? By the way, now, can I consider myself as a super human?"
"You can consider yourself as a super human. But it wont be true. You wont be able to fly, you wont be able to punch through walls. You wont have spider webs coming from your wrist. All you can do is, you can use me to become more and more brainy. You can do whatever it is humanly impossible with respect to your body-and-mind"
"Could you please explain. I got no clue what you are talking about."
"Where do you think we are having this conversation? You had shouted and screamed hadn't you? Why didn't your mother come for your rescue?"
"..."
"Let me explain"

Please click here to read the next part: The Power

2009-03-16T19:00:00.004+05:30

Dear blog readers, I have come up with a decision after giving much thought about it. It is not 'I am going to stop writing' or something like that. I wont give you happy news like that. Ever. It is about one of the most irritating things IMHO. The decision is to, have Google Ads in my blog pages. Before taking any decision, please read through this post.

The first thing I want to assure is: I am NOT expecting my friends to click the ads. I am NOT expecting to become rich out of this. Then why in the world should I have them in my site? Just to experiment what is there in it and how it works. I will NOT have the ads in this main blog I have. I will only have that in my favourite dialogue blog. This blog will remain as pure as it is.

The average visits for my blog sites are around 150 per month. I know about 20 of my friends who visit my blog. All others are some anonymous visitors who visit the page from Google search. Why I am telling this is, to emphasize that, what I am doing is NOT out of an expectation from my friends. Why I keep telling is, I use to get offended if a blog site has Google ads. I don't know why, I used to get it. I don't want any of my readers to get offended.

I have heard a lot of times my friends saying that, 'Your blog is for what you feel like writing or having. You don't have to worry about what others will think'. But I feel it in a different way. I feel that I am honored when my friends (or anyone else) visit my blog. I would like to do whatever in my power to keep them visiting my blog. That said, I would like the finish this post with a small ancient story in Tamil. This story is supposed to have no relevance to this post :), and I am just telling this here.

An old woman who is very poor finds a new business, selling 'curd'. She invests all her money and buys a clay pot and some curd, getting ready for the first day business. She falls asleep and gets a dream: 'She sells all the curd and makes some good money of it and then she invests that money and makes more money out of it and more and more money out of the business. She becomes so rich that she has got a lot of servants. One of the servants when serving her, is not good and that she kicks the servant out of anger.' All these things happen in the dream and in real she has kicked the clay pot and lost all that she has got.

The Power of 50 Paisa

2009-02-14T17:12:00.001+05:30

[Some of the content in this post is not appropriate for all audience, as it contains some suggestive material. Readers' discretion is required.]

I think I can start a separate blog for my travel experience; don't think that it would be about tourist spots and my holiday plans; it is about how horrible traveling has become today and the various aspects of traveling.

Let me tell you one of the various aspects. It is the 50 paisa the bus conductors never give back. It happens in Tamil Nadu, India. If the ticket costs X rupees 50 paisa, then it could very well be considered as Y rupees, where Y = X + 1. It is almost always the case. The only way you can get that 50 paisa, is to give a 50 paisa and get one rupees instead.

In my personal experience, it has happened many a times. Very very rarely a few conductors give back to money, but rest of the time, it is impossible. If you ask that 50 paisa change, they would get furious as though we asked a night-out with their wife. Their attitude gets very bad even if you ask for the first time.

You wont believe me, but this happened to me. Once, when I had to get one rupee as remaining, the bus conductor gave me 50 paisa. It really happened to me. If I had to get 50 paisa, he would not have given that :) I didn't ask for another 50 paisa as I thought I can use that 50 paisa somewhere else to save someother time.

The reason I don't ask remaining money is because of some other experience. Once, when I was in a bus, a passenger had to get .5 rupee as balance. As usual, the conductor didn't give that money back. But the passenger was a tough guy (mentally, not physically). He kept asking for the balance and the conductor kept saying he would give it later. Both of them got furious and there was almost a fight.

The driver stopped the bus and they both started shouting at that guy. So, he had to get down. Of course, when he left, he said something like, *I would consider that I had given you that 50 paisa for * [I would say it was because he was furious and went to Level II. Had that guy been in Level I, he might have stopped with the wife :). A sheer observation of public and sometimes myself, gave this knowledge. There is a Level III which is very rare to see or to get, which I wont discuss here].

There are two things that could be done. They are:

The government has to change all the ticket price to be of a integer (no decimal parts). If government does that, I am sure its revenue could increase in crores per week.
If someone is denied a 50 paisa, they can watch for others and ask them to give 50 paisa less. An understanding that people has to have, but very hard to achieve that.

Brainy Friend - Part I - Prologue

2009-01-17T15:09:00.005+05:30

[Disclaimer: I am planning to write a completely imaginary story. It may end up un-proceeded like this one. Let me try to complete it. All characters are completely imaginary and all the things explained are completely imaginary. Don't try things that come in this story in your home :)]

Lets jump into the story... The name of the hero of our story is Satesh. The story goes like this...

Despite being a software engineer, Satesh had a great interest in Siddha, Ayurveda, Unani and other natural therapies. He is not as expertised in these therapies as his software skills. Whenever he gets free time, he would Yahoo! it and study and learn about these things. Since he lives in a completely disciplined way, he needed only five hours of sleep. So, rest of the time he was not doing office work, he would do research.

Though he was more intelligent than most of the intelligent people in the world, he had always been greedy to become more and more intelligent. So, he started a new project called 'Brainy' in his Mac laptop. The purpose of the project was to find a new potion that would increase the intellectual capacity of his brain to an extraordinary limits.

So, in a brute force way, he just started adding all the herbs and things that are known to increase the brain power. Some of the ingredients include Centella asiatica, Ash friut, Arokya 4.5 milk, Tata salt and other 100 ingredients whose name we cant pronounce. He processed them at his intuition and prepared the potion after 8 days.

The potion had turned into a fluorescent green and was stinking like, you know that. Somehow Satesh felt that he had created the potion correctly but the look and smell offended him. He could not throw it away; after all, he had come up with a tumbler of potion from 100 kgs of ingredients. Not knowing what to do, and not willing to discuss this with his friends as they may make fun of him, he decided to go for lots. If YES comes, he would drink it and if NO comes, he would try to go for the lots again :)

He tried 99 times and only NO came. Tired of this, he thought, if the 100th time also NO comes, he would give up his idea. So, he put the lots and picked it up and read it. It was NO again. Then he came to know that, he would anyhow drink it, and, without any thinking, in a fraction of a second, he gulped half of the potion. Despite the look and the smell, the potion tasted like elixir.

For the first few minutes there was no reaction. He tried to do complex arithmetic in his mind but could not do any faster. He tried to solve hard Sodoku and he could solve it only in 45 seconds as his usual record. When, he was thinking that the entire experiment was a crap, suddenly, he felt an unexplainable feeling in his body.

Was it pain? Was it pleasure? Was it nice? After all, it was unexplainable. [But I know how it felt... it felt as though 100s of ants had appeared inside his body and was happily wandering on his skin from inside his body] He could not even shout for help and he was in his room alone. When he thought, he is going to die the next second, he heard a voice, "Hello Satesh...". A voice he had never heard before... Even before he could recognize the voice, he fainted and fell heavily on the floor.

To be continued...

Click here for the next part.

[P.S.: I am sorry, if my story has some influence of the great story teller Vijay. After all, I am his fan and I don't feel shame if this has some influence of his stories]

Special Post!

2008-12-29T17:36:00.002+05:30

Dear friends, this post is a special one! This is my 50th and as well as my 100th post. 'But how could the same post could be both 50th and 100th?' could be your question. This is the 50th post in this blog, amudhans and this is the 100th post when I put all my 3 active blogs (amudhans, AmusMovieReviews, and AmusFavouriteDialogues). So, I would like to use this post as a flashback and a little history and geography of my experience of blogging. (It would be like a documentary blog... very un-interesting...)

First of all, I sincerely thank each and every one of you who read my blogs (hehe... I know that there are hardly ten of you who read my blogs because I am your friend and not because it is interesting). If it is not for you guys, I would not have written these many posts. So, please accept my gratitude!

First when I started to blog, I didn't know what it was and I had no idea about it. So, I wrote this junk and I forgot about it. Later, my friend Anu asked me why I am not writing anything. She had come to know about my blog from my close friend Shriman. When she asked, I didn't remember my credentials and I didn't even know my blog address. Luckily, by that time, Blogger.com had enabled logging into it with gmail credentials (otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to continue with this address).

So, I thank Shri and Anu to have given me a start. After that I started writing. I thought of writing about the games I play; then the books I read; then the movies I watch. I have to admit that, blogging has really made me to read more books. At least to blog about, I used to read more novels. After that the perception of blogging changed and I strated to write my karuththus (opinions\advices) with a cheap tag *Karuththu Kandasamy*. I didn't know about labels and so I used a tag in the headings.

Then one more perception came into my mind, things which are neither opinions nor advices nor movies\games\books. So, I named them with another junk tag called *Mokka Muthusamy*. Then another category called *Idea Aiyasamy*. By that time, I created a blog specifically for movies. Later for my favourite dialogues. Of course, throughout the time, the one or two comments from my friends kept my spirits alive.

I had an opinion that only if someone comments about a post, it is good; otherwise, it is bad. Earlier, if I don't get any comments, my spirits would go low. I used to feel that it is waste to write anything new. Then I realized that my opinion is wrong (and that no matter what, my posts are bad :)) and started to digest the fact and continue writing and here I am now!

I want to use this post to thank my friend Prabakar who used to comment for almost all my posts; even if it is extremely junk he would write a one-word (not the four letter word :)) comment for my posts. Sometimes, I had even felt that I was writing a blog only for him. I would also like to thank all those who had taken time to comment to my blog (some of them includes: Vijay, Sakthi, Natraj, Vijesh, Sathyan, Shan, Raghu, and Gawaskar)

I would like to mention my most favourite posts of the blogs I read:

CWA - Prabakar
Robots in the city - Vijay
Truths of Life - Sakthi
Deepavali Trip - Natraj
Code Review - Vijesh
UTLS - Sathyan
Missing You - Shan
Cycle Rickshaw - Raghu
A Dream Called Life - Gawaskar

I would also like to mention about the posts I enjoyed writing:

Forward Mails - The first big post with R rating
Tale Of Two Friends - The first story series I started (and ended)
Mother's Love Vs Father's Love - The first sensitive topic
Stock Market - The first post which got more than 5 comments (a milestone for me)
setAcclerator - First technical post and most viewed from google search (search in google with: setAcclerator method)
Wrong Turn - I enjoyed writing this post, especially

I am sorry to have written such a lenghty post. Once again, I thank each and everyone of you who has read at least one of my posts. See you in my next post!

Trendy Vs Traditional - Part I

2008-11-28T12:30:00.001+05:30

[Disclaimer I: The Disclaimer I of this post holds very true to this post also]
[Disclaimer II: This post is intended only to discuss about Mouse, the gadget which we use with our computers. If the post seems to have a double meaning, it is entirely\completely because of the reader's perception and that is not what I intended. Having made sure that it does NOT have a double meaning, let me jump to the blog]

Recently, I had to buy a mouse. So, I went to a shop to look for a mouse. There were so many types and so many variteties of mice available. I had an option of choosing a trendy mouse, a semi-trendy mouse and a completely traditional looking mouse. I chose the trendy mouse.

It looked so nice, so beautiful, so slim with nice curves and seemed to be a little costly, but affordable. Thinking that, it would be great to have such a trendy mouse, I bought that. When others see that, they will definitely be envy on me. I would also feel great to hang out with such a cute mouse. Everything was okay, but...

It was hard maintaining it. First few hours was okay, but after that, I could not stand the pain. Just because I had been proud and showing that to everyone, I have to have that for ever, otherwise, those guys would surely make fun of me. The mouse which I use in my office is very traditional. It looks big, fat, bulged, etc. The first time, when I saw that, I thought, "What a distasteful guy, who bought this mouse"

Though the looks were not so great, it was so comfortable, so pleasing to use that mouse. I didn't realize the value of the completely traditional mouse, till I bought a trendy one. Now that I have learnt a lesson. Looks is not always important, when comparing to the comfort and convenience and peace.

But there is another choice, if looks seems to be the highest priority and comfort could be a little compromised. For that, we can go for semi-tredy-semi-traditional mouse. Its look will not be so great as trendy ones, but with less uncomfortable feeling. So, which one you choose, is completely upto you.

Be it mouse, or whatever, when you are going to spend more time with it, it is better to think twice before choosing a flashy, trendy ones, just for the looks. Consider comfort, peace, dignity, maintenance, etc. also, is what the tiny mouse taught me.

Puzzling PJ - Train Puzzle

2008-11-13T11:14:00.004+05:30

When I was a small kid (which is only a few years ago), I would be too much interested in solving puzzles. My dad had invested a lot of his money for the puzzle books and almost 95% of the money was like it was invested in a share market. I didn't use many of the books.

But one of the earliest puzzles I was asked from a book is: *Suppose if A has a watch which is 10 minutes slower and B has a watch which is 10 minutes faster and if A thinks that his watch is 10 minutes faster and B thinks that his watch is 10 minutes slower, who would miss the train they have to catch?*

What is the answer? Have you found out the right answer? Yes, B would catch the train and A would miss the train, according to the puzzle. But now, if someone asks the same question to me, I would say, *Both would catch the train, as anyhow, the train would come 1 hours 30 minutes late on an average*. Almost everyone of my travel expereince could be written as a blog. Travelling is always a pain, giving so much of frustrating experience.

Every time the notorious Yashvandhpur Express (Bangalore to Chennai) would always come at 12:30 to 1:30 when it is supposed to come at 11:30. Surprisingly, last time when I and my friend were waiting for that, it came at 11:35. But the arrival of the train has satisfied its purpose, that is to disappoint us, because, just 5 minutes before 11:30, 3 girls (and one of them was pretty good) came and stood in front of us and the bloody train just came almost on time.

Confirm Before You Communicate - Part I

2008-10-23T12:34:00.000+05:30

It has been a long time since I met you guys through my blog. This post is about a few of my experiences, that have the potential of being lifelessons. The lesson is, confirm the other party when you are talking over phone or IM before you make funny comments or sarcastic remarks or harsh statements.

The first time when I wanted to shift my company, I have uploaded my resume in Monsters.com and I had got a call from a consultant about a company called Portware and I said okay to attend a telephonic interview. I attended it and I didn't do badly. Shortly after some time, I got another call. The other person told, she was the HR consultant and I I interpretted, out of excitement that, she was the consultant of the job consultency company and she was going to tell about future interviews.

She asked me how did I do my interview and I told I did well. I confirmed that she was just the job consultant. She then asked me to tell about myself. I got offended, 'why does she want to ask these questions?' and I answered insincerely (or sarcastically). I had been laughing when I was answering, happy about how funny I was to answer like that. She asked, "Are you laughing out there?" and I said, "Yes... it makes me laugh to tell about myself to others"; or something like that. The advantage about that is, I had been completely honest in answering the question and I didn't bother to answer ideal or standard answers.

The call went for more than the time a job consultant would prolong. I started to get greatly annoyed and a little scared. Due to low battery, I asked her to call me to my second phone. After I cut the call, I realized that I had been talking to the HR consultant and not the job consultant. What kind of a fool I should have been?

That is one of the incidences... I have more incidences that were more deadly. Even now, I haven't fully learnt the lesson. But believe me, no matter how good or great you are technically or personally, it only takes seconds to break the image and ditch you in a deep pit of shit. Though it is better if you don't use such remarks or comments, if you want to use it for fun, make sure you are talking\chatting to the right person.

P.S.: If at all you are curious, I got the offer from the company. You can share your experiences if you had any. If it is too dificult to write a comment, at least please vote for the poll in the right side of your brower window.

Chrome - does not get any crown from me!

2008-09-23T20:01:00.004+05:30

I was wondering why Google would do this. I thought Google and Mozilla are friends and Google wouldn't develope a browser. Lets not worry about their business relationship. But my loyalty towards Google has tremendously reduced for my own business reasons :). So, let me tell you first why Chrome sucks.

It is very user unfriendly, in my opinion. No Menu Bars, meaning, less use friendliness.
When you close with multiple tabs, it wont warn you. There is no where you can configure it to ask you a warning question.
Even if a download is going on, it will happily cancel the download. [actually this is what made me to write this post. I was downloading a file for more than 35 minutes and I accidentally closed Chrome and it cancelled the download. Bull shit.]
There is no Google Search Bar. Actually if you type anything in the address bar, if it is not a valid url, it will do a Google search. I didn't know this for some time.
No addons or plugins.

But I also have to tell the cool things about this Chrome.

It loads very faster. It is very thin. If you want to open a browser the next second you click the icon, Chrome is your toy.
The progress of page loading looks cool. The overall GUI is very cool.
It has in built download manager I think so. Downloads are done pretty fast.
It is a product of Google.
Instead of boring useless about:blank page, it shows thumbnails of recently visitated pages.
It is very small in size and easy to download.

That is it. Your views are most welcome.

The Rise And Fall Of A Love - A Truly Imaginary Story!

2008-09-14T16:34:00.005+05:30

I can never forget that day. It is the day I felt that darkness will prevail in my entire future. It is that day I felt like a part of my heart is ripped off. It is that day I felt excruciating pain without even being touched by anyone or being beaten by a broom. I was not poisoned but I felt my vision was blurring and I was going to die.

But, nothing happened. She left me without any reason. How could she even do such things like that. Before she left, she could have killed me. That would have made things easier for me. But our love is true. I will never doubt that. After the day she left me, she told me what happened to her through... I don't know... how will you call that... did I dream it? or did she tell that through what you call telepathy?

I don't want to investigate further. It was a dream or telepathy. I got answers... that too from her. I felt like, I saw her in real. I still could feel the depth of melancholy that was present in her tears when she told me. May be it is real. Or may be it is a dream. She told that, out of a sudden she was pushed into a complete darkness, and she couldn't realize what happened and the next day, she was in some other place. Who could have kidnapped her? Or she is dead and this was just a dream?

Whatever it may be, she did not leave me. She did not betray me. She was still in love with me. And I am sure, if she is still alive, she would be thinking only about me. Just imagine how horrible it would be for her... to be blindfolded and be kidnapped by some ruthless humans. She told me about how she really felt when that incident happened. I pray God that it should not happen to anyone. Not at least those who are being loved to the deepest possible level.

Why do I have to remember that day today? I wanted to forget that day for an year. Now, today, I am made to remember that day because I am forced into the same situation. Suddenly the day became dark and I am completely wrapped. Bull Shit. It should be again the merciless humans. I don't know who gave the humans the rights to kidnap and transfer innocent, harmless, cockroaches like me? God curse them!

PS: I wrote the story on behalf of the cockroaches which are being packed when we shift the house. One of my friends, went to Korea and when he had unpacked, a cockroach had run out of his suitcase. It was funny to hear.

APS: Recently, we shifted the house. And I was sure, we would have packed several cockroaches with our packages. When we were packing, I drafted this story. I know... I know... it is the junkest of all the blogs you would have ever read. But I just wanted to write stories like my room mate, Vijay, which I know is very tough. By the way, it is him who had kidnapped the cockroach to Korea :)

YAPS: To know how much I hate cockroaches, please click here. Since I was portraying a cockroach I talked about being beaten by a broom or being poisoned in the first paragraph. Don't know how many felt bizarre about those sentences. Also, APS = Another PS and YAPS = Yet APS.

An Interview With A Mega-Serial Director - Mr. TheruChelvam

2008-08-22T00:58:00.018+05:30

Click here to read the prequel of this blog and if you are then still alive, continue reading this. Well I don't see mega mokkais a lot. But I have been in my house for a week and so happened to see those shits and they triggered me to write this shit, sorry, blog.

[Disclaimer: This post has some contents that is not suitable for everyone. Viewers' discretion is required. Also, this is just for fun and not to hurt anyone. If it is okay, the go ahead, otherwise, click here.]

Though I really wanted to write like the previous blog, as point by point tips to become a mega serial director, I am so much pissed off by the mega serial called "Kolangal" (Rangoli, it means) which is being cast for some years. Suddenly an idea triggered in my mind as to write a blog which will portrait an interview with the director of the serial. Please imagine that I am interviewing the director Mr. TheruChelvan.

I: "Mr. Therushelvam, what is the current situation in your shit called 'Kevalangal'... sorry... 'Kolangal'"?
B. Guy: "Aadi is trying to kill Abi as she is growing in her status"
I: "Well what was the situation a 6 months back?"
B. Guy: "Well, Aadi was trying to kill Abi as she was growing in her status"
I: "Sir, I asked a different question"
B. Guy: "You didn't note that the 'is' became 'was'"?
I: "Sorry Mr. Theru, next question, what was the situation an year back?"
B. Guy: "hmm... Aadi was trying to kill Abi as she was growing in her status"
I: "Oh my God... What was the situation when it was started?"
B. Guy: "hmmm.... oh.... I forgot"
I: "Let me tell you, Aadi was trying to kill Abi as she was growing in her status."
B. Guy: "Wow... you should be my fan..."
I: "(in a low voice) 'Idhukku nee enna keta vaarthai kondiye thiti irukalam...' huhum... next question. Have you seen your face in the mirror ever before?"
B. Guy: "Excuse me???"
I: "No Mr. Theru, when I was 5 years younger and when your serial started, you were loved by Abi's friend, after that, you had a woman in your house who desperately loved you, then even Abi had a crush, then her sister, then a beautiful girl was introduced and she loved you, then a girl from Cylone who was a terrorist liked you... in the very little time I happened to see your serial due to my bad time, I came over so many situation as to all the girls have a crush on you. Why?"
B. Guy: "Don't you know, why?"
I: "Because you are the director?"
B. Guy: "(Shocked and sweating) No... no... the story needed that"
I: "How come the story needs you to have so many crushes even if that remains a constant?"
B. Guy: "Sorry??? Come again..."
I: "Leave it... next question, I have noted that when 2 character talk to each other, they never see each other. They don't even see the camera. They talk to each other by looking at a different angle, person or object. Why is that? Are all the character blind when they talk"
B. Guy: "Show me one mega serial in which characters talk to each other by seeing each other!"
I: "You win. It is the fate of the viewers. Let me go the next question,

I: "Thank God your name is Tholgapiyan in this shit... had it been Ponniyinselvan or something, your serial might have got an A rating"
B. Guy: "Why are you saying that?"
I: "I knew you wont understand. If you had had that much brain in your head, you should have finished the serial a decade back"
B. Guy: "..."
I: "Leave it... next question, in the very less times I had seen your serial, 100s of attempts were made to kill Abi by minister, rowdies, professional killers, police, etc (sorry if there are a lot of tautologies here) but none of them succeeded. Is it because, Abi is a Goddess or the rowdies and others are lame or the people who watch are fools in your opinion? But I think the first option is obviously wrong and the second option should also be wrong as they are showed killing others easily and we are left with only one option. What is your views"
B. Guy: "hmm... could you repeat the question?"
I: "(thinking) 'Go fuck yourself'... Leave it... let me go the next question, You have brought back a character called 'Karthik' who was Abi's sister's lover. A few years back when I saw him, he was mental patient... but I was shocked to see him 2 days back in a nice coat suite... You can say he is a software engineer or he has got a distant relative in Mysore, but, my question is, why is he struggling to talk in Tamil? Also, does he have any problem with his tongue? or Neck? I didn't understand what he talks for most of the time"
B. Guy: "I can't do anything if you don't know Americal English accent"
I: "Oh... I am sorry... my bad... please put in text in the bottom of the screen that 'Mr. Karthik is now talking english in American accent. Don't pity him thinking that he has got sprain in his tongue'. That will help innocent people like me. Well, that has also answered my other question. The latest villainess also has trouble in speaking... but now I realize that is also American engleepish... next question, for about centuries, Aadhi was showed as the main villain, but now, a new character was introduced and she happens to be looking very good and wears glamorous dresses, is portrayed as the top priority villain. What made you change this?"
B. Guy: "Well... haam... what can I say??? hmm.... for one reason, the serial should prolong till eternity..."
I: "That we know by the nature... answer my question"
B. Guy: "hmm... you can have like she satisfies me with her hard work"
I: "You bloody son of a bitch... this is the interview seen by 1000s of families and you are blatantly talking like this... You..."
B. Guy: "No... no... I said she acts well... no... no..."

And all cameramen and others come and stop me from hitting him and the interview is over in the middle. So, if possible, if the people who see half of the interview want the other half also, the rest of the interview will be taken.

[The director is nicknamed as B. Guy meaning Brilliant Guy and not anything else, anything bad.]

Advices for Stock Market

2008-08-19T17:45:00.001+05:30

[Click here to read my first post on Stock Market. The disclaimer of that post still holds good except for that fact that I have got better, meaning, seen a lot more losses. You may also click here and here and here to see my previous posts about share markets.]

During my earlier life in software industry, I was annoyed and confused to see that, in the TV in the cafeteria\breakout area, almost always news channels will be kept. I even remember a manager who uses to change the music channel to news channel even if everyone is watching the TV interestingly. That time, I didn't know why one would always watch the news channels. Later I got to know that a lot of people are looking for the market advice and the price list that is shown in the news channel.

If you listen to the advices they give in those channels, it will be humorous. Suppose if a stock price of a company increased by Rs. 10 the previous day, then in all the channels, guys sitting with power suit and power tie will tell, "The share of this company X is increasing. There is a strong support for this company. The price of its stock will go +50 rupees in one week and it will become +100 or +150 in another 3 months".

If the next day, the same stock price has decreased, they would advice, "Sell the stock immediately. A lot of negative things are reported. Bla Bla Bla.". Sometimes, in two different channels, two guys (again, in power suit... they think they are the most intelligent guys in the world. Bull Shit.) will give exactly the opposite advice. One guy would say, "Immediately buy this stock and it would go +50 rupees" and the other would say, "Close all your position. Do strong short selling" for the same company.

Why do we need to listen to those guys? Even a child could give such advices. If a stock increases, advice others to buy it and if it decreases, advice people to sell it. Nonsense. Why didn't those so-called market analyst guys tell people that the market would fall heavily before it fell on January 16 to 22 2008? They will say, this was not foreseen by anyone. If those guys can only tell things which everyone knows, why should we even listen to them?

It is also very true that, if someone has bought a share, they can boldly appear in TV and say that this share would increase like hell. After everyone buys the share, he can easily sell that for profit and go to other company share to play with. They need not do this for all the shares they play with. They can tell genuinely (there is nothing genuine here. Everything is an bullshit, but here, it means, what they genuinely think will happen) for 8 cases and they can use people as a scapegoat for 2 cases.

So, the best advice what I can give is, don't listen to advices and invest blindly to the companies which you don't know about. If you want to invest in a company, pray to god and do that :) as no factor could help you do the right thing, absolutely no factors like, charts, history, news, records, etc. will guide you do the right thing always.

Stay tuned for more blogs about share market, commodity market, and other live examples of how market could screw you completely. Please share your views and comments about share market and about this post.

Caution - Some tips for avoiding to become a Jackass!

2008-07-21T22:36:00.000+05:30

[Disclaimer: This blog is not for readers who are less than eighteen years old or readers who easily get offended. Readers discretion is required.]

I didn't know that Bangalore is notorious for petrol thieves. Almost everyone in the petrol bunk is a trained professional thief and they act in a good team work. One day I went to the petrol bunk and asked the attender to fill petrol for Rs. 200. The innocent looking guy filled petrol for Rs. 50. I said, "I said Rs. 200". He apologized me and started to fill the petrol. Immediately another guy just came and asked me, "Sir, card or cash". I said, "Cash". He asked, "You don't have card, Sir?". I said no.

I was a little shocked to see the petrol was filled for Rs. 150. I had a small doubt whether the innocent guy had started from 0 or from the 50 itself. Wondering about this, I left the bunk. Later, when I told my friends about this, they said, it is the custom of almost every attender in Bangalore to divert attention and fill only for less money. I felt like I was a jackass and was very angry on those bastards.

Then, later on, I used to be very alert when I go to petrol bunk. I had seen many times, attempt being made to fill for only Rs. 50 even if I had said Rs. 200. I used to say aloud, "I said Rs. 200" even before they start filling it avoid becoming a jackass. I used to think that I had become a brilliant guy after one experience.

It is always true that thieves are a step ahead than the police in techniques. Recently, it got proved. I went to a petrol bunk, asked the bastard to fill for Rs. 200. I carefully watched him entering 200 and starting from 0. When he was filling my bike's petrol tank, another guy came and asked "Sir, cash or card", even though I was having Rs. 200 in my hands (after the first incidence, I used to take out the cash and show them and say aloud, "Fill for Rs. X"). I said, "Cash".

Something inside my mind told that, I am being made a bloody fool. When I turned and saw the filling bastard from the speaking bastard, in a split second, my subconscious mind had seen the filling bastard entering 200 in the machine. I could not ask whether he had really filled for Rs. 200, or simply, in the middle, typed 200 in the machine. But I knew, I was fooled and later proved due to the reduced mileage.

No matter how much we are aware, those sons of bitches know how to fool us. I had decided to first pay the money and then NEVER to look aside when the petrol is being filled, no matter how gorgeous a girl comes and stands in the nearby queue. I don't know, they may have another counter for this. But, whenever you go to petrol bunk, make sure, you are not made a jackass!

What you can do is:

Tell them aloud, how much you want to fill for.
Give the money immediately, even before they start to fill.
Check for the amount he enters (If that is less, you are in the process of becoming a jackass. Stop immediately and refuse to become one)\
Never ever look somewhere else (if there is a gorgeous girl out there, you can wait for 30-45 seconds)
If they call "Sir?", just say to yourself, "You bloody bastard, I am aware of you." and never listen to him till the petrol is filled. (If you don't speak bad words, you can replace that b-word with thief, but never turn around)
If still somehow, they cheat you, Welcome to the Club!

[P.S.: First I thought to name my blog, "Caution: There are bastards around there!", but later decided not to use that as a title, but somewhere after the Disclaimer]

Mother's Love Vs Father's Love - Part I

2008-06-08T19:40:00.006+05:30

[Disclaimer: I understand that this (mother's love and father's love) is a case by case basis. If either of them is too bad in character (like forcing us to read or compelling us to take tonics or preventing us from playing games during exam times, etc.) we will be biased, that we will not love as much as love the other. But this blog has nothing to do anything like debating which one is a greater love. I believe both the loves. I could not digest the fact that father's love is not so much appreciated.]

I understand that, that is a very sensitive topic. But I had always wondered why, in almost all the poems, only mother's love is praised. Why don't the world talk about father's love? Both of them love us as the other one does and only one of the loves is rejoiced by the world. Why? I don't know...

I just wanted to say one incident. I was waiting in a railway station for my train (when have you waited for the flight to arrive in a railway station, may be your question) at 12 in the night (and that bloody train was supposed to come at 11:15). Everyone was almost as restless as I was, standing in the platform. [The station I was waiting is Krishnarajapuram, Bangalore, in which you can hardly see any good benches to sit and the electronic message display will give very useful information like, "Don't spit on the platform", "Get your platform ticket", "KR Puram Railway Station welcomes You", but no information about which train is going to come in which platform and what is the arrival time of the trains, etc.]

At about 12 everyone lost patience and stood near the tracks longing to see a distant hope of a train coming. Near me was standing a mother carrying her daughter. She was so lean that she was not able to manage the weight of the 5-6 years old child. The father of the child was standing near her with free hands. I got very much irritated. Why in the world he is not carrying the child and let her be free? Is this the reason why mother's love is so much appreciated? Is only a mother could bear any pain to see the child sleeping peacefully? Is really mother's love greater than father's love?

These were the thoughts running in my mind. To my relief, the father asked her to give the child to him. I was so much relieved, but not fully happy as he delayed so much to ask the child. I was somewhat persuaded that father's love also exists in the world. Surprise! The child woke up... started to cry aloud. He tried to persuade the child to sleep. It didn't work. The mother also tried a lot to let the child stop crying. No use. The child wanted the shoulders of the mother to sleep. The dejected father gave the child back to the mother. [And to make it dramatic, you can imagine like, one more young, handsome, brilliant, cool, etc. :) guy comes and stands near them after this incident... in some time, he gives the father with a contempt look.]

So, I consoled myself that, right from the birth, there is a bias for the children towards mother. Fathers have nothing to do with it. Even if they love their children, God has so programmed that, to prove a father's love, is difficult and needs extra effort. So, both loves exist and it is the part of the children to rejoice both the loves.

[P.S.: The reason why I praise father's love is NOT because it is only my father who is going to read my blogs (and he will get me a new laptop or bike) and not my mother:). The real reason is, check later for the part II of this series]

The 3 Mistakes of My Life - One of my mistakes!

2008-06-03T01:10:00.008+05:30

[Disclaimer: This blog will be unlike all of my blogs (don't ask, "will this be interesting then?"). If you are not eighteen years old, please don't read. Possibly my first R rated blog because I this is going to be an honest review.]

This is the first book I read from Chetan Bhagat, an author who prefers to be India's most loved author than a most admired author. I accidentally saw this book in Landmark and due to a lot of recommendations about this author, I bought this book. I have to admit that I started with a prejudice that "this book will suck my big time!".

The way the book started was too astonishing. I even had goosebumps when I read the first few pages. After some time, the real story started, it started to suck! I tried it so hard to finish the book. Few reasons why my prejudice became a strong bias (that this book sucks) is, the author wants to sound so casual and realistic.

Every now and then he used to say like, "he took one more kaara", "he had another fanta", "he took another ****", "and he ordered one more samosa"... what the fuck??? It should have been occurring once or twice and not every time when people talk. And very often, when a conversation is going on, commenting about the taste of what they are eating is also irritating after a bit. And he says like, "his sparkling green eyes..", "her steady brown eyes", etc. Hell man! Thinking that his books should be of international standards, saying the color of everyone's eyes! It was irritating. At least in my opinion 99.99% of Indians' eyes are black.

These kind of things may be admired or loved by some people who takes fashion in saying "well... the book is cool". But there are terrible logical mistakes too, which will make you go back a few pages and confirm that the author has sucked and not your memory. In one page he says like, it is someone's birthday and the twin tower attack happens on that day and in few pages after that it is said that her birthday is on November 19th. Changing history, huh?

And also, he says like he got mail from Ahd_businessman@gmail.com. The thing is, gmail does not allow '_' in the user name. If he wanted to mask the mail id, simply put XXX@gmail.com or try to spend some five minutes to check it is legal or not. But an author who thinks he is admired and he prefer to be loved should take care of all minute details, shouldn't he?

Also, just because he describes a sex scene for two to three pages, this junk would not become an international standard book (come on... don't jump and say, 'it is not mere sex you idiot, it is love'... bullshit!). The so-called-so-desperately-wanted-to-be-called romance aspect of this book is stupid. You could predict what will happen between the two.

The moment he says, 'she had coconut oil bottle' we could guess, she is going to ask him to apply it and the touch will make his heart beat faster. The moment he says there is a good book-stall, we could guess she is going to ask him to get her also along with him and some more so-called romantic conversation would happen between them. There was no base for their love and everything. Deliberately and desperately pushed in or missed out something important.

The climax sucked the greatest and the third mistake! It was like a junk Tamil-Movie climax. He had coached a boy in cricket, and so, he uses that skill to escape a mob of blood-thirst-people. Bull shit! Also, the hero men kill people and there are witnesses and nothing happens to them. They kill one of a political small-group-leader and nothing happens to them. WTF???

If you are a hard core fan of Chetan Bhagat and want to say, "I have completed all his books", go ahead and read it. It is not so junk that you cant complete. If you bear with some annoying things, you could finish this book. But other than that, I can find no reason why I would recommend this to anyone.

[P.S. You may ask, why in the hell you investigate so much in finding the mistakes? why don't you simply read and throw it away? The answer is, well, I am finding it difficult to get a topic to blog about. Also, this is not so great a book that everyone has to read it and I don't think if any praise it gets is deserved by it.]

Applicaiton Of Interest - Google Toolbar

2008-05-30T02:25:00.000+05:30

It is a fashion to say "I love Google", "Google is cool", "Microsoft is nothing before Google", etc. Praising Google is one way to show that you are a modern technical savvy. I am no exception for that, but the difference is that, I REALLY love Google :D. The products they offer, their creative thinking, etc. is really awesome.

I have to admit that I am little conservative, in the sense, I would not try new things easily, but once I try them, if they are useful, I would love them (wow... how different am I? :) ). Google tool bar is available for a long time I hope so. But only recently I tried it and believe me, I love it. It has many features like, Google News, Lookup Definition, Spell Check, Gmail*, etc. But the coolest feature is, the Google Bookmark.

If you know what a Bookmark is, please skip to the next paragraph and if you know what a Google Bookmark is skip this post :D. For a very long time, I did not leverage the concept of bookmarks (or Favorites in Internet Explorer browser; yes, I was a conservative). You browse a long time, you google, and find a very useful site or a page which you think will be visited often by you. To avoid re-googling, you could save the site\page in your Bookmark. The next time you want to visit the page, you can simply go to the Bookmark menu item and choose the entry and you could get the page. The limitation of traditional bookmarking facility is that, it will be available only in your computer. Suppose, if you want to use the bookmarks in a different computer? There comes Google Bookmarks.

As you could guess, Google Bookmark is like a universal Bookmark. You have to have an account in Google, which I am 100% sure you already have. So, if you find a very exciting page (like http://amudhans.blogspot.com ;) ), you can immediately bookmark the page in Google Bookmark instead of your PC's Bookmark. So, wherever you go, if you feel boring and want to spend some useful, funny, interesting time, you can access the page and enjoy.

How to use it? In case of IE (Internet Explorer), you have to download the Google tool bar application and install it. In case of Firefox, it is considered as an add-on. In both way, it is fairly simple and easy to install and use. It also supports managing the bookmarks in folders. Try it, and let me know your comments! Click here to install the Google Toolbar.

Google Toolbar in action:

[P.S.: The example I said above is completely non-sense, I know. You will never need Google Bookmark to remember such a lovely site like http://amudhans.blogspot.com :D ]

Drunken Monkey - Part I

2008-04-25T23:51:00.003+05:30

When I typed *Part I* in the title, I myself got angry on me. I said, I would continue the Tale Of Two Friends but I couldn't for some good reasons. Likewise, i say in many of my blogs that I would talk more about the topic, but I never did. Sorry for this. Let me try to keep up with my wishes. Lets dive into the blog.

Well, I am not saying drunken people are monkeys, if I would say that, then it would directly affect most of my closest friends (and who knows, in future, it may even refer to me ;) ). It is the name of a Jackie Chan's movie. But this post is about people whom I think are monkeys or even worse, when they behave in a disgusting manner.

Worrying about various things, I got into KPN bus, so sophisticated and so called A\C Volvo and so much costlier, with the hope that I would have a peaceful sleep. Suddenly a group of young lads (I am quite sure, they are software engineers), who are so desperate to be noticed, got into the bus with much noise. Usually I don't give a shit about those nuisance making non-sense people. But to my best bad luck, one of those monkeys came near my seat and I realized that he is going to sit in my adjacent seat.

Bull shit! he was drunk and it smelled like a septic tank. I got so irritated that I scolded him in my mind (hehe... this time, it would make his uncle's grandmother's brother-in-law's grandmother squirm in their graveyard) and tried to close my eyes and sleep. In a moment, he shouted, "machan! come on da... lets have a fag... otherwise, my mouth will feel itching". What the heck?!? You bloody ******** (whatever you like, you could paste here), I thought.

He is not going to become like a hero if he announces to be a drinker-smoker-****er. If he wanted to smoke, let him smoke and die... If he wanted to drink septic tank, let him go and drink it and die. But why the heck there are people, who take the rights to disturb public? And that too, when they are going to travel in a public transport? I don't understand that. But I learned a lesson that day.

If at all I am going to be a smoker or a drinker, I would make 100% sure that, I wont drink or shout in the public transport to mark my presence (and try to be a hero). It is because, there will be people around, who would scold such people so hard that, his parents, siblings, relatives, grand parents, in-laws, etc would feel very bad if they come to know that they were referred to such bad things because of the mistake they dint do.

Accidents - Unavoidable.

2008-04-23T22:41:00.006+05:30

Equipped with Apache, I was driving at 75 kmph in the Electronic City road of Bangalore. No traffic... so no worry. It has disk brake, and decent control at less than 80 kmph. Suddenly, a son-of-a-***** (I hate bad words), out of thin air, came in his bike, crossing the road. I saw him and started to blow horn applying both the brakes. I almost hit him, doing a stunt, but managed not to fall down. Scolding him in mind that would make his grand mother's grand mother's grand father's grand mother squirm in the graveyard, I proceeded.

Had I been driving a little faster, or if I had lost the control, I would not have been in a position to write blogs (in a way to help you people :D ). The worse part is that, I was driving with my close friend. Because of a stupid SOB, my innocent friend could have been a history by this time. The worse part is that, I never used to drive faster. I have already met with accidents twice and so, I use to drive as cautiously as possible. But that day taught me a lesson: No matter what is going to happen if you go a 5 minutes or 10 minutes late, NEVER drive faster.

This could be the most cliched thing one could ever say. But, it is true. One day it will happen for anyone who rides a bike. There is no one I could see, who have not met with an accident, in a two-wheeler (if you jump to say that you have not met, be careful... you could be on the line).
There is nothing in the world which is more important than life (or your limbs). This is my policy: Everyone will meet with an accident (either small or a big or fatal) at least once in the life if they constantly use two-wheelers. We can only pray that, that is not a fatal one.

An accident is not always your mistake, that is why it is called an accident. It could be yours, or the other guy or a dog or a cat or a small stone or a small nail on the road... anything. I use to advice people not to drive faster. That day, I got a mood to drive faster and the God showed me a gate which he later closed it. Actually, I had the idea of writing this blog a long time ago when I advised my friend and he told *Don't I know that? I know da... even if I go at 80 kmph, I know my limit... bla bla bla*.

Do you ever think, of all the millions of people who died of an accident knew that they were gonna die? It happens all of the sudden. At least we should make sure, we are doing our part well. Of course, if a drunken driver, runs his lorry over us when we are walking on the side of the road, that situation is helpless. If you want to say, *Mind your business*, it is okay. At least have the courtesy for your friends or family coming in your vehicle. If you are alone, you have full rights to go at any speed and reach any where (destination or final destination), but if you have someone with you, please be careful.

Also, I am tired of looking at people having the helmet over the petrol tank. What the hell? Why do you people want to protect the petrol tank more than your head? Is it more valuable than your brain? or your lover? or your family? Bull shit. Also, some one would hold the helmet in their hands and drive. I get irritated by looking at them. May be they didn't see the manual of how to use the helmet.

Let me come to the point.

Accidents are unavoidable. No matter how much carefully you go, you are eligible to get a through ticket through accidents. So, do your best to refuse the ticket. Wear Helmet.
If you say, *But, my hair will recede if I wear helmet*, then great... let the world know that you respect your hair more than your life.
If you think, you are the most expert driver in the entire universe, think of this. A simple nail on the road could puncture your tyre that could make you fall down and a simple hit on the head could get you ticket.
If you have someone with you, you have no rights to risk their life. Drive slowly.
If you are the one sitting at the back, you have 100% rights to demand the driver to drive slowly. If he\she does not hear that, you could better get down.
If you think, it is very very rare and that you need not worry, I pity you, as when it is proved wrong in your case, you may not be in a position to re think about that.
If you think that this blog is an utter bull shit, you are probably right as I know no soul in the world would change by reading such things, but I want to have a feeling that I did my part of warning you.

I want the readers of my blogs to come back again and again for that I want them to be alive for that I want to do something for that only I wrote the blog. Now, you can forget whatever you read here and do your routine things :)

Six Legged Killers - A true incident.

2008-04-08T22:06:00.004+05:30

Well, this blog is about a true incidence, which might have resulted in a serious damage to this world, but fortunately, it didn't happen. Could a cockroach kill well-built body-builders? Of course that is possible. Even mosquitoes could kill Achilles in this present world, why not cockroaches?

Make sure, your house is cockroaches-free. You might think that they are not so much of a threat to you or your family members. Let me tell you a story. One night, nature called me so urgently that I had to visit bathroom. It was dark and I was very sleepy. The moment I entered into the bathroom, someone touched my legs and started to move their fingers all over my leg, in a split second.

In utmost fear, yes, I got frightened, I just flailed my leg violently to get the thing off my legs. During the process, I just kicked the wall and got somewhat severely hurt. I just realized that, had the bathroom been wet, I would have got a sure ticket to heaven (he he... let me hope so) by getting slipped.

When I switched on the light to see, the ghost finger which fiddled on my legs, I was relieved to see that it was just a cockroach; no, it was not JUST a cockroach. It was a killer cockroach. It could have ended up killing me. I heard that many old people die in bathroom by slipping there. Who knows? May be a cockroach was the murderer in most of the cases?

So, the moral of the story is: keep your house clean from cockroaches, as a matter of fact, any insects which could do these kind of damage, but I think only cockroaches are active insects in nights; and if that is almost impossible, be ready for anything when you go to bathrooms in night. Keep your heart like a steel or you may end in having a cold heart.

Application of Interest: Avast Anti-Virus

2008-03-28T14:20:00.002+05:30

I had a suspicious exe file in my 500 GB external hard disk and there was a strong possibility that it is a virus. The problem with some viruses is that, they could silently plant a lot of virus files throughout the hard disks and the only way by which you could be 100% sure of virus-free hard disk is to format it. Not willing to format as it is having a lot of data, I thought some very powerful anti-virus software could judge whether it is a virus or not.

I asked my friend's help as he is having his office laptop and it has McAfee anti-virus program installed with latest updates (up-to date updates). So, he brought his laptop and we connected my hard disk and scanned my hard disk. McAfee promised us that there are no viruses. Not satisfied, we wanted to scan that particular exe file and still McAfee gave certification that it is a good file.

I just wanted to have some anti-virus installed in my laptop and I downloaded and installed avast anti-virus. It is a freeware (that means, you need not crack or hack to get the full version and you do not need to feel guilty [hehe... who in the world feels guilty for using cracked softwares]) and it is very small in size, about 4 MB. Having installed my own anti-virus, I scanned my external hard disk and was shocked to see, it found a lot of viruses and deleted them, including the suspicious exe file.

So, the conclusion is that, if you do not have any anti-virus software installed, you could try avast anti-virus. Also, I would request you to register with them and get a Home-User registration key, this could help them to know how many registered users are using their product and it could help them advertise and get a better recognition. Avast anti-virus comes in 2 flavours, home-users (free license) and professional version (which is not free). For home users like us, the first version is enough.

Also, avast has some cool features, doing boot-time scan, which would be more effective, in case, some viruses may prevent being detected after they successfully launch them. Also, this does not slow down your system. Just try this, register with them and enjoy safe browsing, yes, it has various agents running which will take care of safe browsing the internet. The moral of the story is that, it is not always true that only paid anti-viruses are the best. Also, one more moral is that, if you are using internet, it is 100% recommended to have an anti-virus installed in your machine.

You could download it here and register it here.

Deadlock - Technico Mokkaiyo Explanation.

2008-03-13T15:19:00.008+05:30

[Disclaimer: Weak-hearted people are advised to take medical check-up before reading this. May turn out to be the most horrible experience of your lifetime.]

One advantage of Object Oriented Programming [if you were tempted to say "I don't understand Greek and Latin" please bypass this and the next paragraph] is that, you can compare the software objects with the real world objects (which sometimes screws us in understanding well). Though most of the programming concepts could not be just-like-that-compared with real world concepts, some of them could be. Let me not beat around the bush and let me jump into the matter of interest.

Deadlock, the name itself could make those who prepare for interviews (for the first shift) shiver. The most notorious topic in which Java professionals (and may be others also, but I can not promise) would be tested is *Threads* and the most sadistic questions will come revolving this deadlock. And this is how it mostly goes: "What is a dead lock?" "<our standard answer>" "How could you avoid it?" "<our standard answer" "Suppose, <and the hell starts here>". Or they can take a different approach and ask like: "Explain deadlock as you will explain to a layman" [for this question, many may be tempted to answer like, "why in the f**k should I explain a technical term to a bloody layman", but what we do is "<our standard answer>"]

Suppose, there are two children A and B each one has something which the other one wants. A says: "Give me your helicopter and I will give you this aeroplane". B says: "Never... only if you give me your aeroplane, I will give you my helicopter". What happens here is a deadlock in technical term. Two entities waiting and not proceeding because of a dependency on each other. This could also be a chain, A can only proceed if B gives her something and B can only proceed if C gives him something and C can only proceed if A gives her something.

Also, if there is a fight between two friends and if they both have ego, a good deadlock could happen. Both can think like, "I will only talk to him if he talks to me" and that is all. A complete technical explanation for this topic may come soon. So, stay tuned. Comments are most welcome. But wait. One small karutthu is hidden here. Deadlocks are the most unwanted things ever in a software and as we know, this could also apply to our life. So, avoid deadlocks! [as though everyone is going to hold a white flag in one hand and a white dove in another hand]

[P.S.: The notation "f**k" is not what you think. It was not added to mean anything bad. It is only for fun.]
[A.P.S.: The P.S. and the idea is copied from "Head First Servlets and JSPs from Kathy Sierra" and it is not my own idea. Over.]

Ten Tips to become a Tamil movie Director

2008-03-06T11:43:00.002+05:30

If you ever wanted to become a Tamil movie director, you have to know or learn or digest these tips and follow them strictly.

Rule No. 1: The Hero is immortal. No matter what hits him; even if a truck hits him in 100 kmph or 1000 megavolts electricity is passed into him. Even if he dies, no matter how much time it takes, a doctor has to come and pump his heart to bring him alive. Regarding the electricity, you may also decide to punish the electricity for trying to kill the hero by making the transformer explode.

Rule No. 2: The Hero is the best fighter ever in the world. No matter what his profession is; Software engineer or Beggar or Mechanic or College student. The Hero should be able to knock down any number of professional rowdies. During this process, he may not get more than 2 or 3 hits. In that case, he could only bleed 2 drops of blood from his mouth and his forehead. If the hero is well built, then a small scratch in his arms will be appreciated.

Rule No. 3: The Hero should possess the power of Professor Charles Xavier of X-Men, should control others brain. This power is much required to actually turn all the hostile rowdies to be a loyal servant of the hero by delivering a small dialogue. This power is also required to turn terrorists into a patriot of the enemy country.

Rule No. 4: The Hero will meet the heroine for the first time in his life in his 30th age and then onwards, he will meet her daily and mainly accidentally. Not more than the 2nd or 3rd meet should the hero or heroine should go to the wild imaginations in the name of a song.

Rule No. 5: The Heroine should not only be very beautiful and... and... super figureu.... but also, should be the most innocent girl. But being innocent has nothing to do with the dress she wears, okay? No matter how much glamor she shows in her dress, she should be innocent and caring towards blind, children and old-people. Mainly, when she shows her caring, the hero should accidentally see her. It would also do great if she feeds ants, dogs, pigs, etc.

Rule No. 6: In the latest trend, the Hero should be able to dislocate parts of automobile vehicles during fight. And not to mention, if the hero takes parts of the vehicles, the vehicle should keep moving and they should not interrupt the fight. If you want to be a step ahead, you can also think of jumping and taking some parts of a flight. You will be appreciated.

Rule No 7: The most powerful, immortal, Xavier hero should be accompanied by the most coward timid friend and his only duty is to try to make jokes. But when the fight comes, he will get the least powerful of the rowdies and knock them down with some very-hilarious fight movements.

Rule No. 8: When a shocking news is delivered, all the characters available on the screen should turn toward the camera and show their surprise in a queue. And when the show their surprise, a thrill music should be played; for everyone. And only after everyone has showed their acting talent, should the actual news is to be continued.

Rule No. 9: The Heroine, no matter, how good she is, should never have seen any guy in her life. The first character she sees should be the hero. No one ever should have proposed her or even thought about her.

Rule No. 10: No matter how innocent she is shown, during songs, she should wear the least possible dress, be it in desert or be it in a sea-shore. And, she should run and hug and do whatever she wants to the hero and the hero will not even indulge in any such activity. He will be a gentle man, a true gentle man. And also, even if the innocent heroine is imagining a song, the above said rule is still valid and the once the song is over, she will once again become innocent.

Bonus Rule for those striving to stick to logic: If you want to answer the question: "but from where does the music come from during songs which are not imaginations?" you can give the hero a Guitar or Violin or simply a Clay-Pot. He will just fiddle that instrument to produce an orchestra effect.

Bonus Rule for those who want to follow Vikraman: <you can easily guess that> There should be one song in which the hero will become a multi-millionaire from a beggar, no matter what business he chooses. Also, there should be a theme music (mainly from a group of junk background chorus singers saying: lalalalalala) that should be played throughout the movie.

That is all for now. Stay tuned and I will give you tips for becoming a mega-serial director. You can give your tips also here.

Application of Interest - K-Lite Mega Codec Pack

2008-02-28T11:57:00.003+05:30

It is always a big problem if you can not find an application which you desperately need it. The main problem is to find a suitable application which will run any video\audio files. In this regard, the VLC player is the best one. It runs almost all the format of video files and is of great use to young people, and it is also free.

But there was a specific need for me to find an application that will extract the audio out of the video file. I am quite sure that there will be hundreds of application that will be available to do this, but I am quite tired of searching for them. Recently I downloaded a video file from youtube and the format is of .flv and I did not have a proper codec for windows media player and I did not VLC player also.

But I remembered there is a codec called k-lite codec which when installed will give your windows media player some great abilities and will enable it to support many video format. So, I installed it and enjoyed the video. I wanted to extract the audio also. Intuitively I explored the application and found that it is possible in the codec itself to extract the audio.

So, I thought it will be of use to many and I am talking about that. The application is K-Lite Mega Codec and it is free. Once you install it and run a video using that, you can go to File->Utils->DSM Convertor. Right click on the panel and browse your file. Once you select a file, all the components will be shown. Right click on the audio and select "Demux" and that is it. The audio will be saved as an mp3 file and you are done!

Click here to download the K-Lite Mega Codec.

[P.S.: If you are so curious as to know what is the video I enjoyed and wanted to have the audio ripped off, click here. You could also click here to know more about that.]

The Dark Future

2008-02-20T16:07:00.005+05:30

I sometimes wonder how is it possible for people to incur a great loss in shares. Why should someone lose money when the market crashes? Why don't they simply keep the shares and sell it when the market again goes up? The answer to these questions is, there is a dark concept called *Futures* in share market. It could give you in thousands and take back millions. Lets see how it works, again, I am not an expert in share market and what I say here may be wrong, and in that case, please let us know of the correct concept behind it.

As the name *Future* suggests, this concept is about the value of a share in the future. That is you buy only in lot (here lot means groups of shares, for example, Tata Motors has lot of size 412, Sathyam has lot of size 650, Moser Baer has lot of size 800, etc.). But the amount of money that the broker will take will be very less. If for example, if 650 shares of Sathyam cost 2.8 lakhs, you only need to have about 50 thousand. With 50k you can buy a lot worth 2.8l.

If the price of the share increases 2 rupees, you will gain a profit of 1300. You can book the profit and enjoy. On the contrary (actualy, there is no contrary here), if the price goes down by about 10, and if you do not have enough money to back up, you will get a call from the broker asking you to have more money in your demat account. If at the moment, you do not have the money, the broker will simply sell the shares, without even asking you, and will force you to lose 6500.

So many people get bankrupted because of this reason due to crash. They would have invested all their money in (dark) Futures, and, during the crash, if they can not put more money in their account, the broker will sell all the lots and say: 'You now have 0 rupees in your account. Better luck next time'. That is it. You are bankrupted.

Lets see in the next blog about ways to escape from the dark Futures. Share you comments as well as your experience in futures (if you have) here.

The Tale of Two Friends - Part I

2008-01-30T15:47:00.002+05:30

[Disclaimer: This is the only series of blogs in which I do not expect any comments, in the sense, every time any blogger publishes a blog, his\her intentions will be to get appreciated or at least criticized by comments from readers, in my opinion, and I am no exception to that; but this series, I write for my own self-satisfaction and I do not expect people to like it and comment about that (illana mattum, comment kumiyuramadhiriye pesuven naan :D ). Ultimately, what I want to say is that, this series may not be interesting.]

I just want to write at least one blog per month for this series and I will finish this series by the end of the year at any cost. The hero of our story is Aravind. The story will move mostly in his views. Okay, shall we start our story? On one fine Monday morning, Aravind, woke up and [ippduiyellam eludha aasai thaan... but let me follow my own style...]

The innocent Aravind entered into the room which was allotted for him. He was equally excited as he was afraid of the new environment, but he was not worrying about the school friends he had left behind in his village. Actually, he did not have remarkable friends over the past, the reason being, he was so innocent and sincere about his studies that he did not have time to make great friends. The room was empty. It was not fully occupied as it was supposed to be. The immidete fear was about the seniors of the college. Had the seniors entered into the room and had taken all of the first year students to rag? was it possible that they may come again to check for new comers again? "I should have asked my parents to stay with me at least for one day", Aravind told himself.

The fear of ragging increased as he could locate other suitcases and baggages of other room mates. The whole premise was very silent. So, he kept his luggages in the room allotted for him and ran down to talk to the securities about other first year students. To increase his fear and desperation the security was not there. Aravind wanted to search in other rooms in the building. Thank God, there were a few first year students available in other rooms. In one of the rooms, there was only one student sitting in one of the 6 beds. So, Aravind decided to inquire about the silence to him.

"Hi, I am Aravind. I have taken Computer Science. Do you know anyone from Computer Science?"
"You don't seem to be interested in knowing about me. First of all, you should have asked my name. Then you should have asked which department am I from. Or at least, you should have asked which year I am in!", threatened Murugan.
"Sir... sorry... I thought you are a first year student. Shall I leave?"
"You call me a Sir? Am I looking too old? Or have I taught you lessons before? Of course, I will teach you lessons now... but you want to leave? Where are going to go? Come and sit down near me. By the way, what is your name?"

Aravind became very pale. He did not know what he should to do now. Run away? or plead him to leave him? Running away will be most stupid thing he could ever do. So, with all the remaining courage in his body, Aravind went near him and sat.

"Look here... he is sitting near me without even asking permission... damn it... go and lock the door and come here. You are about to punished for the crimes you have done now...", said Murugan angrily with a slight smirk on his face.

Aravind now came to realise that his first day is going to be memorable throughout his life. But he wanted the day to be memorable in the other way. Fear mixed with anger made his eyes red and soon the red color got paled due to the water that had gathered in it. Tears in Aravind's eyes almost burst out when Murugan stood up.

to be continued...

[P.S. When I was typing in the desclaimer, "this blog may not be interesting", I myself chuckled, as many of you might have thought, 'this is not the specialty of this series of blogs.' :D. All the character and events in this series are supposed to be fictitious. This story may not be about any real person.]

A Good Thief - but not the one like a Hero in a movie

2008-01-22T09:53:00.001+05:30

It was 6 o'clock in the morning my friend woke up to get ready for practising Veena (here Veena means the music instrument :D and nothing else). Rubbing his eyes he went out to hall and was shocked to see that the door was ajar. It is so impossible for anyone else in my house to have gotten up that early, at least 6 o'clock is almost like a midnight for us. To make sure that nothing was wrong, he went to the other room to check anyone has woken up.

As you can guess, no one was awake. He panicked and woke up others to let them know that the door was ajar and everyone has gotten up (except me, I was in a good dream then). They were shocked to know that 2 of their purses are gone and one of the mobiles is gone. The friend who woke up first did not lose anything as he and I always lock our room's door. When the whole house was in panic and everyone was calling for credit card customer care to block their card, I woke up.

The moment I heard that some theft had happened, all my attention went to my purse and my purse was sleeping silently in peace. Happy that it was not abducted I went to inquire about how it could have happened. It is still a mystery. We locked the doors with 2 latches. How that bloody **** (any bad word that pleases you) has opened the doors and how he was so daring to enter the rooms and took the purses and mobile, only He knows.

So, we came out of the room and I saw a Rs. 2 coin was placed on the wall just outside our house. It was a good comedy then. One of the my friends who lost his purse had not kept any money in the purse. May be the thief indicated us that, *come on guys... keep some money in the purse... you just had Rs. 2... for this bloody stupid money I had to do Alohomora*. We laughed (yes, we laughed in that misery also). The friend who woke up first has seen the other side of the wall to find out the purse and the wrist watch. All the cards were intact.

So, we had some hunch that, the other purse may also have been thrown some where and we started to search. The same friend, who woke up first and who found the first purse, had somehow managed to find the other purse, which was hidden under clothes. Again, all the cards were intact and only the money was looted. But the mobile which was gone is gone. So, we made fun of the friend who woke up first, to find (or give back) the mobile also. We were very happy that at least the cards are safe.

This incidence made me to write this blog, the next day of my previous blog, which the market made me to write. A Good Thief. The thief had some soft corner on as and left the purses and the cards. Though it will be impossible for him to use the cards, as we would block it before he could use it, he might have simply thrown it some where. Or, who knows? He might have noted down the details of the cards and he may use the details to purchase a flight ticket to America in some days. But I strongly suggest to you that, do not give place to good thieves. They may get better and become the best thieves.

It is always better to think how anyone could break through your doors and loot; and take necessary prevention or precautions for that. I heard similar incidences from my friends many times but was lethargic that it wont happen to us. And, it had happened to us no matter how much we were cautious. So, be double safe. Think like a criminal and do the counter part by yourself. Keep your doors locked always and only open it when you really need to go out. Or, you can do one thing. Write a blog about your experience also, when it happens to you in the future :D

[P.S.: If you do not know what is *Alohomora* please read Harry Potter, at least the first part]

Don't Catch a Falling Knife!

2008-01-21T14:54:00.001+05:30

Its been a long time since we talked about Share Market isn't it? So, I just wanted to share some of the theory I have heard about Share Market. Again, I want to tell you that, I am not even close to novice regarding Shares, but I have heard about them a lot. And the theory which I want to talk about it is: Don't catch a falling knife. And that too, at this point of time, this one will prove to be a good theory everyone (every novice in market) must bear in mind.

It is a common mentality for people to do exactly what is to be done and unfortunately that applies to Share Market as well. We tend to sell rising shares (shares whose price increases) and to buy falling shares (vice versa). According to theory (why I say *theory* very often is that, there is NO PROVEN technique which could gain you money in shares. Please click here to know more) we should buy rising shares and sell falling shares.

What one might think when a share falls is that, they can buy it and sell it at a later stage. But no one knows when it will start to rise. It may continue to fall for a long time and it may take still longer period to rise or it may be there in the low price for years. So, some share is falling, it is always better not to buy it, unless it starts to rise. (Again, it may rise one rupee and fall 10 rupees).

This could also be a common case. Someone buys a share. The price goes down for some limit and then it starts to come up. The moment, it has touched the buying price, anyone will be tempted to sell it for very less profit. This could also be wrong. Since, it is in rising phaze, it may go up for some more limit. The buyer could wait for some more time for the share to go up for some more limit. (Again, it may touch the buyer's price and fall 100 rupees.)

So, enna dhaan da solla vara ***** (some bad words) nu neega kekalaam. One advisable thing to do is to, when the market crashes i.e. when it falls, do not buy any shares until the market gains some support and start to rise. (Again, who knows when, the real support, comes to market? It may act as though it has got some support and when many buy shares, it may again fall still more... enna koduami sir idhu!!!)

Forward Mails

2008-01-14T10:52:00.001+05:30

[Disclaimer: Not recommended for very sensitive people. I am not responsible if you are hurt by this blog. If at any point of time, you realize that you may be offended, please do not read further. I want every customer of my blog to be happy and I want everyone to come again.]

Hmm... nothing new of course. What to do? Having some free time. So, thought of talking something about Forward Mails. To make this mokka topic (still more mokkai or) somewhat interesting, let me tell you a story first, which was published in the first or second edition of Chip Magazine on 1997 (First Chip came as Chip and then it got renamed to Digit and then again new Chip started to come. I do not know whether both are available nowadays).

One of the authors of the magazine got a mail, with a story: A lady (or for 100% sure, in the name of a lady) writes a mail that, she has gone to a hotel and had a special dish that she did not inquire the price of the item that it turned out to be very costly that she was embarrassed for not having enough money that she wanted to take revenge for the hotel that she has somehow managed to get the recipe for the special item that she is going to make everyone aware of how to make the dish that she is sending a mail with the recipe that we all (all fools and vettis) have to send the mail to everyone they know of. The author with a shame admitted that he even forwarded the mail without analyzing that he later recognized that that was a junk mail, I am not clear.

Those were about 10 years earlier, when very few knew about these junk mails. Later, this has taken multiple forms and the most irritating (sometimes making me to talk very [really very] bad words) form is: AOL and\or Microsoft has admitted to give you 5 paise for every time you forward this mail that we have to forward the mail to everyone we know of. Bloody shit! what the ****? Why in the **** AOL or Microsoft has to give us money for simply creating junk traffic in the internet world?

Later all the fools recognized that they were fooled, that they did not even ask for bank account or anything that the money could not reach them. Later it took another form that if you forward a mail to your friends, someone else will get the money (aanalum idhaiyum namburaangapa, I do not know how). Someone who lost a child and husband needs to undergo operation or someone who is very poor needs money to undergo operation something like that. AOL and Microsoft does not have anything to do and they have created a very complex algorithm to track where and all the junk (and ****ing) mail goes and they will one day knock your doors and give you a cheque. Is that so?

People somehow recognized about this nature of mails also. And now, it has taken a very sensitive form which is what confusing me. A 2 year or 3 year old child needs to take a open-heart surgery and they need blood and that we have to forward the mail to everyone we know of so that someone could help them. Since this is very sensitive, I can not simply say that it is junk. I have never known anyone who personally knew the subject-in-need. So, if at all you do not know (or at least you know the someone who knows the needy person directly) please do not forward the mails.

Just because there are 1000s of junk mails a real needy person should not miss what he desperately wants. I never forwarded any mail which asks me to forward it (unless the theme of the mail is to make the other laugh). I have it as a policy. I might have done a mistake of not forwarding a real genuine mail. But the chances for the Forward mails to be genuine is one in a million, in my opinion.

There is one more form which is also equally irritating. Asking us to forward a mail with a friendhip band (****ing band) that we have to send to all our friends. And the most ****ing part of the mail is that, it will ask us to send to the sender itself if he is our friend. This will create an infinte loop isn't it? Bloody ****! We don't have to be a bloody fool to be friend of a bloody fool. If that is the only way possible to prove that we are a friend to the sender, lets part from them, in my opinion.

But this is not the only medium these junk things are availble. It is present for centuries I hope so. I even got a letter (postal letter) when I was studying in school that I had to write the same content and send letters to 20 or 30 people. If we do that, we will get luck in a week, otherwise, we will die (or lose something or something disastrous will happen). God does not have anything to do and he watches and makes sure that all the people he created are behaving like fools. Is that so? This is even available in e-mails also.

The tougher part of the story is that, even brilliant, educated people send these junk mails. That is what disappointing. Lets hope these junk things are extinguished at least in the future or make sure that at least we do not do these junk things.

[P. S.: Sorry for writing such a big blog. Everything I told is in my opinion. Your opinions are most welcome. I am sorry, if any of you are hurt.]
[A.P.S.: To make this junk blog a junker one, I wish to say this: *Please let everyone you know of to read this blog* :D eppudi, mulla mullala thaan edukanum [diamond cuts diamond])

Water, the elixer of life!

2008-01-10T12:56:00.001+05:30

The problem with my blogs is that, I tell what everyone knows and what everyone is tired of hearing. But what else could I do? I could not find anything unique to talk about. So, let me tell what everyone knows in a way that not everyone knows (oxymoron?). The unique advice is, drink water! (how is it? you could never have heard this advice :D)

The reason why I give so much of importance and spend a decent amount of time (in vain), is that, I learnt a lesson and I wanted to share it. May be a life lesson, who knows. In the recent times, I am spending quite a lot of time in front of a computer. Actually, I spend most of my time in front of the computer, but in recent times, it is very high! And obviously, my intake of water level has come very down. Drinking water when I have breakfast, lunch and dinner and before going to sleep.

Didn't realize the effects for some time. Spending happily a lot of time in front of a system. My eyes got affected (many may think: wow, what a discovery? bull-shit, don't I know that?). But, my eyes got affected in a different way. It was watering and I was not able to continuously look at the monitor. Water kept coming out of my eyes. Horribly distracting. I was wondering, if my eyes got weakened, it should pain. It should not behave like Niagara.

Luckily I got a forward mail. I usually do not read forward mails (click here to find how much I hate forward mails), but that one I read (may be because I did not have any work at the time) which compared the Water and Coke. I thought of deleting it right away, but it said about the goodness of water, with some valid points. As I kept reading, I saw that "A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on the computer screen or on a printed page".

Though it is my policy, never to believe anything that comes from a forward mail, I took that seriously and started drinking water madly. Every now and then. As much possible. And you may not believe me, I felt better. My eyes don't water now. May be it is because of something else... or mere psychology.... I do not know. But I think drinking more water could not harm us, but if we take less, we will surely suffer.

[P.S.: We can have a habit like this, to drink a lot of water, I mean a lot of water, whenever we visit rest rooms (of course, not in the rest room... but where you could get drinking water :)). In that way, we will have to visit rest rooms often and drink water often. It may also help us for avoiding back-pain by not continuously sitting and also, it could give us a break. Your views are most welcome! Let me go and have some water.]

[A.P.S.: One of my collegues said that I even became fair. I was happy; that, my theory is right. His intake of water should be less :D and that his eye sight has terrible problems (A.P.S. = Another P.S.)]

A Tale of Two Friends - New Year Gift! (or curse?)

2007-12-31T23:48:00.001+05:30

After much contemplation, I have at last decided to write a story in my blog. This story will be continued for a lot of episodes, I am thinking now. It is my long time dream to do so. I was contemplating about the fact that, I do not want to make the very few people reading my blog to run off from my blog forever. But I do not want to follow the policy *Never try... never fail...*

[Disclaimer: Weak hearted, pregnant ladies, Old people please do not read this series as it will be so boring and torture that you may not survive after reading this :D]

I do not want to start the story in this blog itself. Let this only be a build up and a start for the story. What should I name the characters? How many episodes should this come? How long can I write this? I have no idea! Do I know the storyline which I have to write? No!. Do I have a better and a clear script? No!

Then how dare am I going to write such a story? could be your question. Have not you heard about mega-serials? They are my motivation. They prolong the serial for years and years with no story or a nastier-than-a-cow-dung-story. But I promise, my story will not be as bad a bull shit as them. Even if they may be very bad, they wont be pointless, I presume.

Okay, see you all in my A-Tale-Of-Two-Friends blogs. I will post other blogs also in the middle. See you soon!

[P.S.: First I had an idea of asking the reader to tell their comments and start such story only if at least one has interest in and has commented. But I abandoned the idea, as I am quite sure, none will actually post any comments and I do not want to promise-and-withdraw. So, I silently started this!]

பொன்னியின் செல்வன்

2007-12-24T00:00:00.000+05:30

மதி மயக்கம் கொள்ள செய்யும் ஒரு அருமையான காவியத்தை, நான் சில நாட்களுக்கு முன்பு படித்தேன். பொன்னியின் செல்வன். தமிழ் மீது காதல் கொள்ள செய்துவிடும் அந்த காவியம். கவிதை மீது காதல் கொள்ள செய்துவிடும் அந்தக் கதை. மற்ற சாதரண கதைகளை காட்டிலும் இக்கதையின் சிறப்பு என்ன? இது நாம் தமிழ்நாட்டின் வரலாறு. ஒவ் ஒரு சம்பவங்களும் நம் தமிழ்நாட்டில் நடந்தவை. தஞ்சை பெரிய கோவில் கட்டிய ராஜ ராஜ சோழனை (அருள் மொழி வர்மன்) பற்றிய கதை. உலக அளவில் அதிசயமாக கருதப்பட்ட பெரிய கோவில் கட்டிய மன்னாதி மன்னனை பற்றிய கதை. ஒவ் ஒரு தமிழனும், குறிப்பாக தஞ்சை மார்க்கத்தில் உள்ளவர்கள் படிக்க வேண்டிய கதை.[என்னடா ஓவரா பில்ட் அப் குடுக்குராநேனு நேனைகுரீங்கள? அப்படிதான் அந்த கதையும் இருக்கும்... ஏக வர்ணனைகள்.. எக்கச்சக்க பில்ட் அப்புகள் அந்த கதையில் இருக்கும் என்பதை உணர்த்தத்தான் அவ்வாறு கூறினேன் (அனால், அக்கதையில் வரும் பில்ட் அப்புகள் ரசிக்கும் படி இருக்கும், இந்த ப்லாக் மாதிரி மொக்கையாக இருக்காது)]

மன்னர்கள் எப்படி மக்களுக்காக உழைத்தார்கள்? மக்கள் எப்படி மன்னர் மீது அன்பு வைத்திருந்தார்கள்? வீரன் என்பவன் எப்படி இருக்க வேண்டும்? அரசன் என்பவன் எப்படி இருக்க வேண்டும்? நாட்டில் குழப்பம் செய்யும் சதிகாரர்கள் எப்படி இருப்பார்கள்? இது மட்டும் அல்ல... கண்டதும் காதல், கேட்டதும் காதல், பழகியதால் வரும் காதல், காதலுக்காக உயிர் விடும் காதல், என்று special attention காதலுக்கும் குடுக்க பட்டுள்ளது.

இதற்கு மேல் என்னால் continue செய்ய முடிய வில்லை. அதனால், இந்த கதையை படிக்க வாய்ப்பு கிடைத்தால் கண்டிப்பாக படித்து பார்க்கவும். இந்த ப்லோகையே இவ்வளவு தூரம் படித்தீர்களானால், கண்டிப்பாக, அந்த கதையை வுங்களால் படிக்க முடியும் என்று உறுதி கூறுகிறேன். இனிமேல் தமிழில் ப்லாக் எழுதினால் கை கால் முறிக்கப்படும் என்று வுங்களில் யாருக்காவது தோன்றினால், கண்டிப்பாக கூறிவிடவும், இல்லையேல், நான் மீண்டும் தமிழில் ட்ரை பண்ணுவேன் என்று எச்சரிக்கை செய்கிறேன்!

A Puzzle and A Joke!

2007-11-06T10:16:00.001+05:30

Try to answer this puzzle: A man (or a woman; in this case please replace all the *he* with *she*) has to guess the number which will result by throwing 2 unbiased, perfect dices. There are 11 possible numbers (from 2 to 12) that could come by using 2 dices and he is given 11 chances. He has to guess correctly (luckily) at least once otherwise, he will be killed. In the first ten chances, he simply says 11 and in all the chances the resulted number is 10. So, he has only one chance remaining. So, what will you guess for the 11th chance if you are in his shoes? Guessing which number could save your soul?

The answer is, if you want to take some more time, you can very well think and read further. The next statement will be the answer. Okay? Ready? The answer is, whatever is the number he guesses, he has 1\11 chances of saving his soul. This is because, the result from tossing a dice is 100% random and each and every time, it is tossed, it is a separate and unique event which has no connection with the previous results.

I do not know why, but nowadays, I am little or even more interested in share market. May be it is because my time is becoming bad or because it is becoming worse. This puzzle has a 100% valid connection with share markets. If the market goes up continuously 10 days, we can not be sure that will go up on the 11th day. We can not predict how it will go even within a single day or a single hour or a single minute. For, if anyone could predict that or control that, he\she will or will soon have an own aeroplane. Share market is like a black hole which contradicts a lot of concepts. Calculation, Brilliance, Analysis, Luck, etc. concepts are devoid in share market. For me share market is like a pet lion. It could be your pet for years and years and one day it could kill and eat us.

Lets come to the joke part (it is VVPJ (very very PJ [poor joke])). I and my dad was discussing about a company's share.
My Dad: "We have 500 shares of that company but it does not seem to increase. If a share lingers in a particular price, it is an indication for a break out. Either it could go up rapidly or go down rapidly. But I guess it will go up, but could not say when"
I: "I could say easily dad. If we sell all the shares, it will go up the next minute"
That is all. The joke is over. It was to mean that, we have had a lot of bitter experience that, the moment we sell a share losing the hope, the next minute it will increase and go up rapidly.

I think I will post some more blogs about this lovely killing beast. You may click here to see my first blog about share market. Keep watching both my blog and the market.

A Truth About setAccelerator method in JMenuItem - Technical Article in Java

2007-10-10T09:59:00.004+05:30

[Disclaimer: This is going to be my first (and may be the last) technical blog. If you do not understand the subject (especially the words JMenuItem or Java), please click here to go to my previous blog.]

There is a special method called setAccelerator() in JMenuItem which is used to invoke the action listener method of the menu item without navigating through the menus. Simply pressing the key combination would give an effect of clicking the menu item. The most famous accelerators are (ctrl + c, ctrl + v, ctrl + z, ctrl + s, ctrl + a, etc.) which will be available for almost all the applications.

Suppose, if we develop our own application which has a GUI (Graphical User Interface), we will definitely have a menu bar and various menu items placed in different hierarchy of menus. Setting mnemonics is one way to let the user access the menu items without using mouse. But using mnemonics will require the user to navigate through various menus and there could be menus inside menus inside menus, etc. So, for power users, it is best we have this accelerators set.

To do it, we have to use the method setAccelerator() for the particular JMenuItem object. This method takes a KeyStroke object as an argument. This KeyStroke object defines which key stroke combination should be used to activate the menu item. The beauty about this KeyStroke class is that it has various ways to achieve a particular key stroke combination. It has many overloaded methods named getKeyStroke which takes various combination of arguments.

Suppose, if you want to set an accelerator of ctrl+x, if we set the accelerator using menuItem.setAccelerator(KeyStroke.getKeyStroke('x', InputEvent.CTRL_MASK)); it wont work!!! The character argument is considered as an int and it wont work. So, if we use menuItem.setAccelerator(KeyStroke.getKeyStroke(KeyEvent.VK_X, InputEvent.CTRL_MASK), then it will work fine. But what will we have to do, if we have to set the accelerator based on some runtime input or if we really want to use a character instead of KeyEvent object.

We have one more alternative, and we will be tempted to use KeyStorke.getKeyStroke(new Character('x'), InputEvent.CTRL_MASK). If we use this, we will see that, the accelerator we set, is mentioned in the menu item. But if we use the key combination, it wont work. Because, the key stoke object thus we got is decoded in to "ctrl typed x" but for accelerator it should be "ctrl pressed x". Fortunately, the KeyStroke class one more method which takes a String as an argument. So we will be tempted to use KeyStroke.getKeyStroke("ctrl pressed x"). And the truth is that, even this wont work!!!

The reason is that, we have to give a capital letter for the character and not small letter. So, if you give KeyStroke.getKeyStroke ("ctrl pressed X") will only the accelerator work and there is no documentation which says this, that we have to use capital letter in the key stroke object if we wish to set it as accelerator for a menu item.

So, if you wish to develop an application and then set the accelerator for menu items, and if that does not work, make sure the KeyStroke object that is set has the character "upper cased" and it has "pressed" instead of "typed". If you have had similar kind of technical difficulties and found a way to solve it, you can very well share it here.

P.S.: I am really sorry if this blog has been very confusing and not understandable. [I am editing this blog after some months because, I find that this is the blog which is most viewed, most of the viewers from Google searching about this method. If you find this blog is useful (or useless), please comment about it and let me know how can I improve this or my future blogs]

Stock Market!

2007-09-19T16:33:00.001+05:30

[Disclaimer - I am not even close to novice regarding stock markets and I do not even have a Demat account yet. Yet, I want to talk about market as much as I know of.]

Stock Market seems to be the future for everyone. Everyone including government employees, house wifes, college students, software engineers, etc. are now in to it. It intrigued me and I learned some thing (which is very very less) about the market and it was intimidating to know how many have lost their life in this game. Game, yes, we can say Stock Market as a game, which is controlled by some one or some thing which in invisible and constantly watching us, for it is the case for almost everyone that, the moment anyone sells a company's stock, the price increases and the moment anyone buys the stock, the price decreases.

The thing which confuses me is that, I have seen lively, no one will be ready to buy stocks of a company, for say, at a particular time, for Rs. X and after some minutes they will be very much ready to buy it for Rs. X+10 (or 20 or 30) and it is the same case for selling also in the negative meaning. Meaning, no one knows the exact price of what they are buying or what they are selling, why they are buying and why they are selling, they simply do as many number of people all over the country do. Do they know that the stock which they buy for 100 or 200 or 500 or 1000 worths only Rs. 10 or even less? Less people will only actually know this and play in Stock Market, but all others just do without even knowing what they are doing.

Some experts say that you have to watch the market constantly to be a millionaire and that expert will not be rich or may even be poor, struggling to get money to invest in it. It is what I have learnt that, knowledge alone will do no good, for you will have to have a lot of money and luck. Luck is needed to help the price increase for the stocks you buy, as there is no way one can predict what the price will be in the market the next minute, otherwise, everyone will earn a lot of money. Money alone can make you earn more money and all other factors like knowledge about the company (whose stock you are going to buy), Predictability, Luck, etc. are secondary things only.

If you want to enter into the share market and if you have a little money, you will surely lose it and if you have money, you will still lose it and if you have more money, you could earn money and if you have a lot of money, you will surely make a lot from it. It is like, grabbing the money from those who have less and give it to those who have more. More over, a statistics says that, 95% of those who do intra-day share meets loss and those who wait (obviously having more money) could gain. Gain more knowledge about share markets before investing much. Much I have told now and you could think all I have said is an utter more bull-shit or some other shit, but these are the things I know with my little knowledge and I may be totally wrong. Wrong or right, I have told my view, and now is your time to share your views...

[P.S.: I have tried much to make every sentence's first word to be the previous sentence's last word. Word used might have given wrong meaning but I just wanted trying. Trying is not a bad thing isn't it?]

Maturity - Different levels

2007-08-26T21:11:00.001+05:30

[Disclaimer: This does not mean that I am very mature to classify and discuss about maturity. This blog is about, maturity in my opinion.]

What I mean by maturity is how one behaves in situations or how one handles situations. There could be various aspects of maturity and various form for it also. Different forms of maturity is like, how one behaves in happy moments, sad moments, frustrated moments, angry moments, etc. What I mean by different levels of maturity is, when they show the matured behavior.

For example, when taking a happy moments, showing maturity will mean not to make promises beyond our capacity, when talking about victorious moments, showing maturity will mean being modest, in angry moments, being mature will mean the ability to keep our mouth shut, etc. I would like the tell my opinion about the last case, different level of maturity in case of anger.

Being mature enough, in the first case, will avoid most of the situation to become angry. If we fail in that, being somewhat mature will stop from making the problem bigger. If again we fail in that, and if sudden increase in the maturity happens, we should be ready to apologize for shouting\hitting\sulking\etc.ing. And if we fail to show maturity in all the previous incidence, there is yet one chance to show the maturity. Accepting whatever happened because of the showing anger and appreciating the consequence of bad temper and not showing any more vengeance.

Failing all, will mean a miserable consequence corresponding to the level of the problem and the level of your contribution, being restless, disappointed, worried, still-more-anger, etc. Why I think like this is, I have shown maturity in all the levels in some cases and in most of the cases, I have failed to show maturity in any levels, and in all such situation I was, anyone would be, restless or frustrated.

There is yet another form for maturity, which is to show maturity in humiliating or embarrassing situations. This would be a bit funny to discuss and I would like to spare a separate blog for that case. Feel free to spare your comments.

Exaggeration a tool for humor and horror.

2007-08-08T16:19:00.000+05:30

I use to get an unintended grin when I think of Exaggeration. Everyone in the world tend to exaggerate things when they convey or discuss anything, or propagate a gossip, etc. The amount of exaggeration is what that differs and differentiate individual's reliability. I recently heard a very good joke about exaggeration. It is: A mother says to her daughter, "I would have told you a million times not to exaggerate things when you talk".

I remember the word *slapstick* which means the use of exaggerated violence that is intended for humor where if there is no exaggeration, then it will mean a vigorous violence. This is the technique used by many comedians, especially Vadivelu. Even when friends get together and talk about a victim, one among them who will be the target of the speech and will be made fun of, there will be a lot of exaggeration to add masala of the topic they talk about him/her.

On the other hand, when someone is told about someone about something negative, exaggeration will prove to be a drastic tool. A little amount of exaggeration is enough to make adverse effect. Since we always see a lot of people whose habit is to exaggerate even when talking about something which is not for fun, and how we loathe about that and how we always hesitate to believe whatever they say, I always try not to exaggerate things when I talk about serious things. And of course, when I fail and when I exaggerate, I will later despise myself for that, and of course it continues till now.

So, let me try and stop completely to exaggerate; and when I mean stopping, I mean that the exaggerating factor be very very less about +\- 0.0001%, as this is the percentage which will happen without our intention, because of the excitement. What more, let me finish with another PJ (poor joke) which I heard when I was a small kid. 'Three friends are taking and one of them says "I had seen a snake of this much length" and he stretches out his one arm to show the measure. Suddenly the second one says "I had seen a snake of thisss much length" and he stretches both of his arms as wide as possible. Now the third one, slaps hard on the second one's face and says "Now, how can I say a size which is more than yours?, You should have used one and a half arms so that I could have used two arms".'

I could overhear some of you saying, "But you told that you are going to say a PJ?" :D Feel free to comment or tell about your views\experiences.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

2007-07-25T19:14:00.000+05:30

If you have not read my previous blog about HP, please click here.

Harry is excited to go his school, Hogwards, for the third year, after the adventures he has done in the second year. Harry is now every student's favorite, as what he has done has made the school Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, to give a school treat of canceling all the exams! Before he is going to start he finds out that a prisoner who is heavily armed has escaped a prison and that everyone in the Muggle world is warned about him.

Disgusting things happen that Harry leaves his aunt's house and soon he finds out that the prisoner who had escaped is not a Muggle but is a very powerful wizard and an expert in dark magic, who had killed 12 people in a single curse. And also this prisoner is the only one who had ever escaped from the Prison of Azkaban, a prison for witches and wizards heavily guarded by Dementors: a magical creature which sucks the happiness out of a person and whose kiss will suck the soul out of the body.

How could anyone escape from such a prison? And in the history, the prisoner is the only one who had ever escaped. And to his horror, Harry finds out that, the prisoner has escaped to kill Harry! Harry is not only chased by this killer, but also by a death omen; a gigantic dog. Prophecy says that Harry has to encounter the Grim (the gigantic dog) and that he is going to die soon! The idea of Hogwards being the safest place also becomes false as the prisoner has already entered into the school and Dementors are guarding the school.

Harry becomes Dementors most favorite target as Dementors easily attack those who have a tragic memory. Harry almost dies in many instances due to the attack of the Dementors and narrowly saved. How Harry is going to tackle the Dementors?, how he is gong to face the Grim?, how he is going to escape from the prisoner? is the rest of the story. An excellent novel with an excellent twist. The story goes slowly in the start and at the end it goes in light's speed. If you have not read this book yet, I strongly recommend you to read it (after reading I and II part) and share your comments.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets!

2007-07-21T13:34:00.000+05:30

Now Harry is in the second year, of seven years at Hogwards, The school for Wizards and Witches, after the greatest adventure he had done in his first year, encountering Lord Voldemort face to face. Lord Voldemort is the greatest Wizard of Dark Magic, so powerful and dangerous that no one could even address him by his name, addressing him as *You Know Who* or *He Who Must Not Be Named* [and thank God he is not He Who Must Not Be Typed :)]. So, after conquering, or we can say escaping from, Lord Voldemort for the second time, Harry becomes even more famous in Hogwards.

But in the second year there are more dangers and threats awaiting him. Harry faces much more trouble even before going to Hogwards. But soon, a doubt arises to the whole school: "Whether the threat is for Harry or the threat is by Harry". The Chamber of Secret is opened again, which by myth has a dangerous monster locked in it which will kill the enemies of the heir of Slytherin; one of the founder of Hogwards, a very powerful Wizard who dislikes Muggles [non-magic creatures, humans :)]. Strangely those who disturb, or seem to disturb Harry are petrified one by one.

At some point of time, Harry uncovers some truths that make himself to doubt whether he is the heir. All the student fear Harry, talk bad about him, sing bad about him, loathe him. Harry after some efforts find out that, a very trusted staff is the one who has opened the chamber last time! Before he could do any further investigation, his close friend is also petrified. And one more! What happens and what is going to happen then becomes a million dollar question.

How Harry is going to overcome this and how he is going to face the deadly monster that is in the Chamber Of Secret is the rest of the story. A very unpredictable and extremely interesting adventurous story is this. Success of Harry Potter books is that it has many aspects like, sentiment, thrill, horror, who-done-it puzzle, friendship, fight of good and evil, school time adventure, etc. A must read novel! If you find many terms not understandable, it is time you start to read the HP novels. So, read this novel if not already read and comment about this book after you reading it.

Not a Penny {More/Less} - Jeffrey Archer's First Novel

2007-07-14T00:10:00.000+05:30

"Not a Penny More Not a Penny Less" is the first novel from Jeffrey Archer, one of the greatest story tellers of this modern time. This story is about a criminal who uses share market to cheat people and earn millions of dollars. In one of such occasions he messes up with a great mathematician, Stephan who invest about $250, 000 and becomes penniless. Not like other people who regret for losing, he wants to take revenge on the criminal, Harvey. Stephan later finds that there are three more people, who do not know each other mutually, who have invested a great amount of money.

With little investigation he finds the other three people to be an art dealer Jean-Pierre, a doctor Robin and a land lord, James who wishes to become an actor. Some how he manages to co-ordinate a meeting with all the three and they four decides to cheat Harvey and get all their money back, not a penny more; not a penny less. Though this is some what dramatic, to have mutually unknown persons meet up and agree to take revenge on an expert in swindling, it is acceptable; after all, anyone could be brain washed.

Everyone except James comes with a plan that could get some money from Harvey; when James meets a stunningly gorgeous a-typical-most-beautiful-girl-in-novels and falls in love with her at the first sight. When everyone dies to device a plan to get their money back, James devices plans to attract her and date with her, and like everyone else, he succeeds in his mission.

All the four of this team take part in others' plan and they somehow manage to get 3/4 of their total money loss; only missing the James part of contributing his 1/4 of the money. And James becomes the hero of the novel by an extra-ordinary twist in the end and he manages to get his team his contribution. There are more good news in the ends and the novel ends with a happy ending.

A good novel which is worth of the time spent in reading that. Though all the three plans are somewhat guessable, the twists and turns that happens when the plans are executed and how they fail because of lack of contingency plans and how they recover quickly from that are interesting. So, if possible read this novel and share your comments.

Idea Aiyasamy - How to blog wihtout going to blogger.com?

2007-06-23T11:01:00.000+05:30

I am proud to introduce one more character *Idea Aiyasamy* (to accompany *Karuththu Kandasamy* and *Mokka Muththusamy*) to you all (I could hear some of you saying, "Who asked you to? :) ); wearing this mask I will give you some tips and tricks (trying very hard not to be cliched ideas). First of all the ideas, I wanted to talk about blogging which makes this idea applicable only for bloggers; and I am sorry about this.

Yes, we do not need to go to blogger.com, log-in, click the *New Post* and then again click the *Publish* button. You can simply send a mail and that mail will become a blog (with subject as the heading). Simple isn't it? But before that you have to configure your account settings, a one time job. Click on the *Settings* link of your blog and then click the *Email* link under it. There you could see two rows. First row is to let you get a mail if anything is published in your blog and the next row, you will be asked to configure *Mail-to-Blogger Address* which will have your name as un-editable field and a text field you have to fill in. Fill in the text field with any word to make it a email address for example amudhan.movies@blogger.com like this. And also enable the Publish option by checking the check-box.

You are done! From then onwards, you could just send an email to that configured mail address (from any of your email account) and it will become a blog!!! So, if you are in office and have some free time, you could simply type the content as a email and send it to the configured mail id, thus publishing the blog. You do not have to reveal anyone that you are blogging in the office (and I strongly advice you not to blog in office time when you have work :) ).

PS:

I could hear someone doubting (sarcastically) that, *but you said you will try hard not to discuss cliched ideas? did you lie about that?*

I also could hear some of you saying that the conventional way of blogging is far better than this stupid idea :). But this one is particularly helpful when you do not want to be noticed, while blogging.

Do not reveal to anyone, the mail id you configured as any one could simply send a mail and publich blog in your website. (And do not try to send any mail to the mail id I used for example if you do not want to get bounced-mail ;) )

Karuththu Kandasamy - Reject any proposal that give you short time to think over. (life lesson)

2007-06-23T10:13:00.000+05:30

I always learn things by experience; and I have heard of a saying "Experience is a costly school; only fools will learn from it" (but here trying to be optimistic, I could take that I am rich guy learning in a costly school :) ). I have a lot of brilliant people who could advice me very well, but I just do not understand till I experience it. This is one of the greatest advices I have had from my father and that I now understood after experiencing (I used experience a lot of times, I guess) it. Mark my words, *Reject any proposal that gives you a very limited time to think about it*. This is a life lesson; following which you could save a lot of your life (by reducing your BP, tension, etc). When I say something, I want to give you examples only then we could understand the karuththu well.

Here goes the example: One day I got a mail from one of my colleagues at about 11 AM that LIC had announced a very precious scheme and that it is going to be over by 3 PM in the same day and that 1000s of applications are already in queue and that getting that policy will be very tough and that it is very beneficiary, and that bla bla bla. I was so much intrigued by that and called up my father immediately and told him about that. He said coolly that it is all marketing tricks and that I had to wait and think before applying for it. I did not listen to him; got money from my friends (I did not even have money by that time) and got the policy, feeling very proud of my decision.

The next day, the same representative called me up and asked, 'do you have any friends you could refer?'. I was shocked and asked her whether the scheme is still available. She said plainly that the scheme has been extended for one week. Later after some weeks she again asked me to refer any friends saying that the scheme is extended for one month!!! What the heck? I thought and I felt myself as a jackass (and as a matter of fact the scheme is still available after an year :( ). Thank God it is an LIC policy; anyhow I will need it. What if, if that has happened for something very risky? So, what I want to say is that, *unless and otherwise you are given sufficient time to think of any proposal, just ignore it, how much ever it looks precious, unless and otherwise you will any how get that even without the scheme*. Just share your opinions and karuththus about this karuththu; also you could write an example of your experience.

Mokka Muthusamy: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

2007-06-23T00:10:00.000+05:30

I am just a new born baby in the Harry Potter world, new friend to Harry, yet-another-guy who longs to enter 9 3/4 platform, who longs to have a broomstick (that could fly, of course), who longs to watch the Quidditch match, who longs to play wizard chess, etc. I hope most of you (again, as though 100s of people are reading this), would have read Harry Potter many times and there would be 1000s of bloggers blogging about this and 100s of Orkut communities etc. But that is not going to stop me from saying what I want to say. First of all, I would like to confess something. I am a conservative sometimes and I do not want to adopt new things; for example, listening to new movie songs, etc. Like this, I had refrained myself from reading HP (Harry Potter) for a long time thinking that everyone is just creating scenes by reading\talking\blogging\etc.ing about HP.

But for a very very close friend of mine who presented me all the six volumes of HP as my birthday gift, I had to start to read HP. The moment I started reading that book, the moment I started liking it. First I thought that having seen the movie, it wouldn't be nice to read that; but that is not true. Reading that book is much more fun and thrill than seeing the movie (but thank God, I have not seen the 2nd and 3rd part of the movies). If you are like me, thinking that reading the book would not be fun after watching the movie, just stop thinking like that and go ahead and read that book. Now that I have finished the first part, in a very less time, in the period I felt ill, in the period I had the most horrible personal problems. Being engrossed in Hogwards School has kept me reading and that relieved me from my personal worries.

After reading that book, I felt very thankful to my friend who had introduced his friend HP to me, and hope that you will also be to me, if this blog made you to read that book. I want to write a lot about this (and I will), how to read HP (similar to the blog Why To Watch Movies) and what will make you like HP (in case you have not read that already). So, what I want to convey from this blog is that, do not be a conservative and refrain yourself from reading it, and do not think that previous knowledge through the movie will lessen the fun of reading and more importantly do not think that HP is for kids (not in the sense that it also has some adult contents ;) but) in the sense that everyone will like it. Read that book (I would prefer to say 'study the book' instead) and share your comments whether, this blog is right or wrong.

Karuththu Kandasamy: Let not the company you work influence your big personal decisions.

2007-06-18T11:26:00.001+05:30

This blog applies mainly to the software professionals. This is yet another great advice I learnt after having done the greatest mistakes I could ever make. The karuththu here is that, *Never ever make any personal decision based on the company you work*. Let not the company influence your decisions when you are going to make a big personal decision, as the life of a software engineer is like a life of a monkey jumping here and there. I would say that the life of a software engineer is worse than a monkey's life as monkeys do not go from forest to forest but software engineers go from company to company, state to state, country to country (thank God there is no company in Moon or Mars).

I have seen and I am also an example for this (in fact, I could serve as an example for many better-not-to-do to never-ever-do mistakes, and I will tell you all these in blogs-to-come). Buying a house, not in our native place, but near the company we work (at that time) is one such example. As we may not know where we would be after 2 year, or 2 months or 2 weeks. Having got a reasonably satisfying work and a good lead or manager, we tend to think that we will not shift the company and decide to buy a house near the company premise. Later after the company decides to shift to a luxurious premise located 40 KM away from the place, or the lead\manager is changed, or appraisal comes ( :) ), we will have to worry and keep worrying.

The fact that we bought a house will also make you hesitate to shift the company and being restless with the appraisal or the new (Hari Sadu) leads\managers or the new premise located far far away. So, the karuththu I want to say is that, do not make any big decision based on the company and the location of the company you work, including, finding a life partner (fortunately, I do not serve as an example for this :) ). Feel free to tell about your similar mistakes, and share your comments.

Mokka Muthusamy: Why to watch movies?

2007-06-12T14:59:00.001+05:30

*What kind of a question is this? Why to watch movies? Why anyone will watch movies? To have fun and for some time-pass.* I hope this would have been the first reaction for many who read this (I am talking as though hundreds of people are reading this :) ). In my perception, I watch movies to experience the rare situation and feelings which the characters in the films undergo. That is, there are some situations which will happen only in movies, some feelings which we could be felt only through movies.

For example: You come to know that your biggest real time enemy enemy is your lover in the internet (You've Got Mail), You can not lie whatever is the question asked (Liar Liar), You find yourself inside the house of cannibals (Wrong Turn), Fighting with your enemy knowing that you will die surely (Troy), You become the God (Bruce Almighty), etc. Such situations could possibly never happen in our life.

So, to experience those feelings and sentiments, we have to watch movies. Movies, which would put us in a situation that might never happen in life (ofcourse not like fighting with 100s of men, making men fly by daringly seeing at them, etc. they are non-sense :) ). This is just a mokkai (meaning useless talk in Tamil (I am talking as though readers from all over the world are reading this :) )) I wanted to share. I will also come up with another mokkai of how to watch a movie.

Karuththu Kandasamy: Say No at the first time!!! (life lesson)

2007-06-11T11:42:00.001+05:30

This is one of the best advices I have ever got. My brother Karthik is one of my greatest inspirations, who has advised me a lot (and I follow most of them). The best of all the advices he has ever given me is: *Say No at the first time itself*. This means that, if you do not like to admit, give, indulge, etc. in anything that you friends, family, colleagues, etc. ask, request, suggest, etc. (sorry for this extremely bad sentence, grammar, usage, etc. with a lot of etc.) say *NO* at the first time itself. This is really tough to do, but failing to do so, will make you unhappy, disappointed, worried etc. later.

Let me tell you with an example, a real time example, which I had experienced. When I first bought a computer when I was studying in my college, my acquaintances wanted to watch movies in my system. I promised myself when I bought the system that, my system will never be used for entertainment (after all all the computers will have this resolution taken on them :) ). Not able to say *NO* at the first time, I allowed them. Soon before I could recognize, that has become a non-sense to my life. Strangers coming to my room to watch movies, play games etc (that became a non-sense as I love privacy when I am not with my friends).

Hope you understand this: this is a simple example, I am saying. Had I said *NO* at the first time, perhaps, I would have faced a little embarrassed to talk to those acquaintances for some days. I might not have lost my peace and happiness. So, if you are not 100% okay with any proposal, say *NO* at the first time, to avoid a great misunderstanding and fight at the later point. This is one of a life lessons, following will keep you happy throughout the life. Please share your comments on this.

Karuththu Kandasamy: Do not stop a parents who rectify their child's mistake!

2007-06-04T12:29:00.002+05:30

This is one opinion I always wanted to share and spread. I have seen many parents, including my mom, who love children so much. Thinking that they show their love towards the children, they tend to stop or even scold the parents who are rectifying their child's mistakes. For example, when a child does not greet the guests who come to his\her house, the parents use to tell the child (with sweet voice in the beginning and then harshly, if that continues) to greet those who come. When they scold or teach or tell the child of the respect to be shown, the child-loving-guests use to say, *it is just a child... do not scold him\her... bla bla bla*.

One thing here to understand is that, only because it is a child, the parents have to teach moral. The parents will not be able to teach moral when the child becomes a no-longer-a-child. This is a simple example. Be it whatever, please do not stop any parents. In doing so, you will make a to-be-a-good-guy\girl to yet-another-teen.

Bloody Diamonds

2007-01-30T19:59:00.000+05:30

Last week I saw the film Blood Diamond, after a lot of my friends recommending me to see that. ah... I still could not come out of the terrifying truths behind the diamonds, which the film potrays. A father who thinks that his son will become an doctor and will make the place paradise, ends up in seeing his son as a terrorist [yes.. children are made terrorists and are trained to shoot innocent people and army men captured to make their mind a mercy less object] who is ready to kill his father. Horrible isn't it? You will not be able to control crying in many scences. This is a must-see-movie. Please do watch the movie and let me know your comments.

When ever we buy diamonds we have to know that it has a black history of millions of bullets killing thousands of innocent families completely destroying a lot of villages... So, from now onwards I ain't going to buy diamonds besides the fact that I can not buy them.

To know about the movie Babel, please visit http://shriman.blogspot.com/2007/01/babel-review_116983734784996514.html

SPHINX

2007-01-13T01:50:00.000+05:30

I read another Robin Cook book: Sphinx, and I want to share about that. It is not a MedicalThriller as supposed be like other Robin Cook books. This book tells us a lot about Egypt's culture. A lot of repeated descriptions about the River Nile and the surroundings make it boring. Till 250 pages, I could see at the most 4 to 5 interesting events, that too will last for about 2 to 3 pages. You will get the feeling of seeing discovery channel program about Egypt. If you expect fast, thrilling medical thriller, this is not the book for you. If you plan to read the first RobinCook book, I would strongly recommend you not to read this book, instead you could go for Mutation or Coma [the only other two books I have read]. But the last 50 pages are quite fast.

Imagine that you are sealed in a room of pitch-black-darkness, leaving no room to escape, with some people accompanying you, who had come to Egypt for the same purpose of yours, who were dead a two years ago. Imagine that you have found a way-out, by using some matchsticks you luckily had, to another chamber of extreme darkness. You have only a limited number of matchsticks left now and you have found a stick like object. Having the idea of burning it, to illuminate the room, with only a few matchsticks left, you lit a matchstick, and you find a mummified forehand in your hand! -my blood was chilled to read this elaborately for about 5 pages. Read this book and let me know your comments.

Life is [not just] beautiful [it is excellent].

2007-01-08T11:57:00.000+05:30

I saw the movie *Life is beautiful *. I have no words to describe about the movie. After finished seeing that movie, I was hardly able to think anything else. It is the same case of my friends with whom I saw the movie again and again. Here goes the movie [as far as I understood]:

The first half is hilarious and in this the hero marries his princess[ that is how he calls her]. The second half of the movie is full of tragic-comedy and the climax is tragedy. The story baseline is this: The Jews in the Italy are taken by the German troops to do some work in a camp as slaves. The hero is also taken there with his only son of about 5-6 years old: a very cute boy. In order to keep his son happy, the hero says that all this work is done to win a game and the price is a real Tank. Despite all the problem, he manages to laugh and make his son laugh. Till the end, he keeps his son safe and happy.

After seeing the movie anyone will become speechless. The music is also excellent. I can not help having goose flesh in the climax for all the three times I saw the movie. If you have not watched the movie, please watch it and let me know your comments.

I was in Coma!

2007-01-04T20:26:00.000+05:30

There is another novel by RobinCook which I had read. I want to share about that also: Coma. The story starts like, a teenager goes to hospital for a simple treatment and while getting anaesthesia, she goes to sleep... for the last time in her life! Something is wrong... very wrong... [the exact words in the book] She falls in coma; a coma which is irreversible. After about a month, a new college student, comes to the hospital for the first time, sees that patient and feels for her: to see a girl of her age to have fallen in coma. The first patient she encouters is an athlete who has come for simple treatement, talks well to her. After the operation, he does not wake up... Something is wrong... very wrong... [the exact words in the book]. He also falls in coma. A similar incident within a month. This disturbs the new student and she wants to find out the reason. She faces a lot of problems in getting the records of the patients but could not find any clue. When she returns to her house, she is surprised by a assassinator inside a house. He warns her not to do any further investigation and he leaves. This increases her curiosity to uncover the most threatening truths going on. After much twists and turns, in the climax, she undergoes (or she is made to undergo) an immediate-operation. And the last line of the story is Something is wrong... very wrong...

The last 100 pages of the story made me to tremble. All the chapters of the books will have the time of happenings. The whole story takes place within 3-4 days (apart from the first chapter). Read the book and give me your comments.

Mutated a long back.

2007-01-04T14:26:00.000+05:30

I thought of telling you about a wonderful novel which I read a long back: Mutation by RobinCook. Robin Cook is a doctor who has written many medical thrillers. Mutation is about a great doctor in neural domain. He changes the structure of the brain cell of his son even before he is born, through some technology he invented [How he does that and all involves some complicated medical terminologies which are out of the scope of this blog :)]. Because of this, his son gets super power brain. He (the child) learns neural network at his childhood itself and becomes very noticable student in the school. Suddenly, one day, he loses all his power and becomes a normal student. In the mean while, his elder brother dies of a very rare cancer. Within a short time, the worker, who is in fond of the elder brother also dies of a very rare cancer. Four children of his same age who were also very intelligent like him, die on a same day due to swelling of brain. All of them are children of doctor's colleagues. This makes her mother worry much about her only-son-left. Her worry turns into fear about his son when she recalls that the worker who died screamed "he (the child) has killed his brother... and he will surely kill me...". She starts to investigate and find that, the only teacher who liked her son died of a... died of a... very rare cancer some monts ago.... There the story turns upside down.

This is a very beautiful story which will not let you put the book down. So, if you ever get a chance to read this book, read it and give me your comments.

Free From Gothic!

2007-01-02T12:51:00.000+05:30

At last, I finished that game Gothic II. Now I am free from that game. From at least now, I could start reading books.

What? Has Gothic III been released?

:)

Gothic II - The game which spoils my SCWCD plan :)

2006-12-15T15:28:00.000+05:30

I have started playing yet another game and it is also, like all other games which I had played, had eaten enough of my time already. This game is about a hero who died in the battle getting a life given by a nacromancer. This hero, though got a new life is not as powerful as he used to be. So to regain his power, he has to get an artifact of God, for that he has to become a member of the city in which the artifact is present. Becoming a member of the city involves various things to be accomplished. The game proceeds like a real world. Whatever you do, good or bad, will have side effects. Once you get the artifact, the game BIGINS! The final coment about the game is: It is a very good game! If you get a chance to play this, do not miss the chance.

My Personal Details

2006-08-23T15:19:00.000+05:30

Hi All,

I am Amudhan Gunasekaran. My Native is Thiruturaipoondi in TamilNadu in India.

Regards,
Amudhan.