Theories, proofs, theorems, assumptions, doctrine, postulates...these are some of the words i would associate with a scientist...
Recently, our kuttan has started using "MY THEORY"...yup MY FEELING has now become MY THEORY....so we have started calling him the SCIENTIST of our project !!!!! :):):)
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Murphy's Law - The best 50
You can never tell which way the train went by looking at the track.
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Logic is a systematic method of coming to the wrong conclusion with confidence.
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Whenever a system becomes completely defined, some damn fool discovers something which either abolishes the system or expands it beyond recognition.
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Technology is dominated by those who manage what they do not understand.
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If builders built buildings the way programmers wrote programs, then the first woodpecker that came along would destroy civilization.
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The opulence of the front office decor varies inversely with the fundamental solvency of the firm.
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The attention span of a computer is only as long as it electrical cord.
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An expert is one who knows more and more about less and less until he knows absolutely everything about nothing.
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Tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe and he'll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he'll have to touch to be sure.
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All great discoveries are made by mistake.
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Always draw your curves, then plot your reading.
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Nothing ever gets built on schedule or within budget.
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All's well that ends.
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A meeting is an event at which the minutes are kept and the hours are lost.
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The first myth of management is that it exists.
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A failure will not appear till a unit has passed final inspection.
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New systems generate new problems.
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To err is human, but to really foul things up requires a computer.
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We don't know one millionth of one percent about anything.
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Any given program, when running, is obsolete.
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Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
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A computer makes as many mistakes in two seconds as 20 men working 20 years make.
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The faster a computer is, the faster it will reach a crashed state.
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Nothing motivates a man more than to see his boss putting in an honest day's work.
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Some people manage by the book, even though they don't know who wrote the book or even what book.
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The primary function of the design engineer is to make things difficult for the fabricator and impossible for the serviceman.
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To spot the expert, pick the one who predicts the job will take the longest and cost the most.
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After all is said and done, a hell of a lot more is said than done.
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Any circuit design must contain at least one part which is obsolete, two parts which are unobtainable and three parts which are still under development.
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A complex system that works is invariably found to have evolved from a simple system that works.
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If mathematically you end up with the incorrect answer, try multiplying by the page number.
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Computers are unreliable, but humans are even more unreliable. Any system which depends on human reliability is unreliable.
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Give all orders verbally. Never write anything down that might go into a "Pearl Harbor File."
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Under the most rigorously controlled conditions of pressure, temperature, volume, humidity, and other variables the organism will do as it damn well pleases.
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If you can't understand it, it is intuitively obvious.
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The more cordial the buyer's secretary, the greater the odds that the competition already has the order.
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In designing any type of construction, no overall dimension can be totalled correctly after 4:30 p.m. on Friday. The correct total will become self-evident at 8:15 a.m. on Monday.
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Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches.
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All things are possible except skiing through a revolving door.
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The only perfect science is hind-sight.
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Work smarder and not harder and be careful of yor speling.
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If it's not in the computer, it doesn't exist.
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If an experiment works, something has gone wrong.
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When all else fails, read the instructions.
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If there is a possibility of several things going wrong the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong.
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Everything that goes up must come down.
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Any instrument when dropped will roll into the least accessible corner.
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Any simple theory will be worded in the most complicated way.
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Build a system that even a fool can use and only a fool will want to use it.
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The degree of technical competence is inversely proportional to the level of management.
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Any attempt to print Murphy's laws will jam the printer.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Murphy's Law of Parenting
1. A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased new school clothes.
2. An alarm clock is a device for waking people up, who don't have small kids.
3. Any child can tell you that the sole purpose of a middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.
4. Anyone who says "Easy as taking candy from a baby" has never tried it.
5. Children are natural mimics who act like their parents, despite every effort to teach them good manners.
6. Children don't sleep ... They recharge.
7. Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.
8. Cleaning your house while your kids are at home is like trying to shovel the driveway during a snowstorm.
9. Grandchildren are God's reward for not killing your kids.
10. Gym clothes left at school in lockers mildew at a faster rate than other clothing.
11. If raising children was going to be easy, it never would have started with something called labor!
12. Kids really brighten a household. They never turn off any lights.
13. Leakproof thermoses - will.
14. Refrigerated items, used daily, will gravitate toward the back of the refrigerator.
15. Shouting to make your kids obey is like using the horn to steer your car and you get about the same results!
16. Sick children recover miraculously when the doctor enters the treatment room.
17. Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and when he grows up, he'll never be able to merge his car onto a freeway.
18. The item your child lost, and must have for school within the next ten seconds, will be found in the last place you look.
19. The chances of a piece of bread falling with the grape jelly side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.
20. The garbage truck will be two doors past your house when the argument over "whose day it is to take out the trash" ends.
21. The main purpose of holding children's parties is to remind yourself that there are children more awful than your own.
22. The shirt your child must wear today will be the only one that needs to be washed or mended.
23. The tennis shoes you must replace today will go on sale next week.
24. There are only two things a child will share willingly - communicable diseases and their mother's age.
25. Trying to dress an active little one is like trying to thread a sewing machine while it's running.
26. We childproofed our home three years ago and they're still getting in!
27. You spend the first two years of their life teaching them to walk and talk. Then, you spend the next sixteen telling them to sit down and shut up.
28. Your chances of being seen by someone you know dramatically increase if you drive your child to school in your robe and curlers.
29. Your children may leave home, but their stuff will be in your attic and basement forever.
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2. An alarm clock is a device for waking people up, who don't have small kids.
3. Any child can tell you that the sole purpose of a middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.
4. Anyone who says "Easy as taking candy from a baby" has never tried it.
5. Children are natural mimics who act like their parents, despite every effort to teach them good manners.
6. Children don't sleep ... They recharge.
7. Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.
8. Cleaning your house while your kids are at home is like trying to shovel the driveway during a snowstorm.
9. Grandchildren are God's reward for not killing your kids.
10. Gym clothes left at school in lockers mildew at a faster rate than other clothing.
11. If raising children was going to be easy, it never would have started with something called labor!
12. Kids really brighten a household. They never turn off any lights.
13. Leakproof thermoses - will.
14. Refrigerated items, used daily, will gravitate toward the back of the refrigerator.
15. Shouting to make your kids obey is like using the horn to steer your car and you get about the same results!
16. Sick children recover miraculously when the doctor enters the treatment room.
17. Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and when he grows up, he'll never be able to merge his car onto a freeway.
18. The item your child lost, and must have for school within the next ten seconds, will be found in the last place you look.
19. The chances of a piece of bread falling with the grape jelly side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.
20. The garbage truck will be two doors past your house when the argument over "whose day it is to take out the trash" ends.
21. The main purpose of holding children's parties is to remind yourself that there are children more awful than your own.
22. The shirt your child must wear today will be the only one that needs to be washed or mended.
23. The tennis shoes you must replace today will go on sale next week.
24. There are only two things a child will share willingly - communicable diseases and their mother's age.
25. Trying to dress an active little one is like trying to thread a sewing machine while it's running.
26. We childproofed our home three years ago and they're still getting in!
27. You spend the first two years of their life teaching them to walk and talk. Then, you spend the next sixteen telling them to sit down and shut up.
28. Your chances of being seen by someone you know dramatically increase if you drive your child to school in your robe and curlers.
29. Your children may leave home, but their stuff will be in your attic and basement forever.
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
To ride a cycle...
Humiliation......everyone must have had to put up with it at least once in there life time...For me, i would say, the first one came when i was doing my 4th standard...thinking about it now, i cannot control myself from laughing...some succumb to humiliation, but others try to fight it back, but few start the fight and a handful of people come out stronger and with flying colors....a strong heart, a desire and a will to prove oneself, is all it takes....a small incident more than a decade back in my life taught me to handle humiliation,what it takes to prove that critics are wrong...
It was around 1994/95, i started learning, to ride a bicycle. Till then i had always peddled a bicycle, whose stand stood firm on the earth. The bicycle i had though to have driven was always tall, it took someone to make me sit on the seat and get me back down!!!!! I had never visualised what it really took to ride one :):).....riding the cycle on the road will be the same as peddling it when it is perched on its stand:):) that was my imagination....
There was this particular shop in our neighbourhood, which gave bicycles on a hourly rent basis. Whenever i passed through the shop, something urged me to get one, something told me i will get one cycle from there soon:):)....There was a dark blue cycle, which was very small...I had my eyes always on it...
One fine evening, i had few bucks in my hand and rented the blue cycle.....The shop owner reluctantly gave me the vehicle...
owner: சைக்கிள் ஓட்ட தெரியுமா? (do u know to ride a cycle?)
me: அப்படியே ஒக்கார வச்சு தள்ளி விட்டீங்கன்னா, அப்படியே ஓட்டிட்டு போயிருவேன். (Just push me, having me seated in the cycle, and i will drive)
The owner was glaring at me, maybe that was the first time, he was hearing such beautiful answers:):) So as requested, they made me sit on the cycle and pushed me.....
I had always peddled a cycle whose wheel never touched the surface:):) this was the first date with a wheel on the surface...i just went straight and fell near a ditch...the cycle fell into the ditch, everyone including the owner and people on the road laughed, children were giggling...the shop owner refused to accept the bicycle, and he told me to clean it and give me back after one hour....
with embarrassment and tears in my eyes, i took the cycle and walked all the way to my friend's house....i washed the cycle....kept in sun to dry for an hour and requested my friend to hand it over in the shop....
That was the first day, i had experienced humiliation...i wanted to prove something, i wanted to tel them i can ride a cycle....for the next two days, i mind was hovering way beyond my control seeking a plan to avenge the humiliation......the third evening, i requested a friend of mine to lend me his cycle and teach me to ride....he gave his cycle and taught me to ride too....
It took me one week to master the act of riding impeccably....i went to the same shop, took the same cycle. This time, the shop owner was laughing all the time while handing over the cycle to me....I just took the cycle, rode it once round the street and came back to the same shop...
me: எனக்கும் சைக்கிள் ஓட்ட தெரியும். (i too know to ride a cycle)
with that word, the shop keeper's expression changed and there was gentle smile....i took the cycle and rode it happily for the next three hours in my neighbourhood....all the money was sponsored by my grand dad.....
though a very silly one, this has changed the way i look at things.....one of the few building blocks of scanty good traits in me....:):)
It was around 1994/95, i started learning, to ride a bicycle. Till then i had always peddled a bicycle, whose stand stood firm on the earth. The bicycle i had though to have driven was always tall, it took someone to make me sit on the seat and get me back down!!!!! I had never visualised what it really took to ride one :):).....riding the cycle on the road will be the same as peddling it when it is perched on its stand:):) that was my imagination....
There was this particular shop in our neighbourhood, which gave bicycles on a hourly rent basis. Whenever i passed through the shop, something urged me to get one, something told me i will get one cycle from there soon:):)....There was a dark blue cycle, which was very small...I had my eyes always on it...
One fine evening, i had few bucks in my hand and rented the blue cycle.....The shop owner reluctantly gave me the vehicle...
owner: சைக்கிள் ஓட்ட தெரியுமா? (do u know to ride a cycle?)
me: அப்படியே ஒக்கார வச்சு தள்ளி விட்டீங்கன்னா, அப்படியே ஓட்டிட்டு போயிருவேன். (Just push me, having me seated in the cycle, and i will drive)
The owner was glaring at me, maybe that was the first time, he was hearing such beautiful answers:):) So as requested, they made me sit on the cycle and pushed me.....
I had always peddled a cycle whose wheel never touched the surface:):) this was the first date with a wheel on the surface...i just went straight and fell near a ditch...the cycle fell into the ditch, everyone including the owner and people on the road laughed, children were giggling...the shop owner refused to accept the bicycle, and he told me to clean it and give me back after one hour....
with embarrassment and tears in my eyes, i took the cycle and walked all the way to my friend's house....i washed the cycle....kept in sun to dry for an hour and requested my friend to hand it over in the shop....
That was the first day, i had experienced humiliation...i wanted to prove something, i wanted to tel them i can ride a cycle....for the next two days, i mind was hovering way beyond my control seeking a plan to avenge the humiliation......the third evening, i requested a friend of mine to lend me his cycle and teach me to ride....he gave his cycle and taught me to ride too....
It took me one week to master the act of riding impeccably....i went to the same shop, took the same cycle. This time, the shop owner was laughing all the time while handing over the cycle to me....I just took the cycle, rode it once round the street and came back to the same shop...
me: எனக்கும் சைக்கிள் ஓட்ட தெரியும். (i too know to ride a cycle)
with that word, the shop keeper's expression changed and there was gentle smile....i took the cycle and rode it happily for the next three hours in my neighbourhood....all the money was sponsored by my grand dad.....
though a very silly one, this has changed the way i look at things.....one of the few building blocks of scanty good traits in me....:):)
Friday, June 26, 2009
Good bye MJ!!!
As a practice i check the daily news whenever i wake up. To my surprise, the headlines were screaming about the sudden demise of MJ!!!!! I was shocked. I was looking forward to the final concert of MJ!!!! Fondly called wacko jacko for his lunatics acts, i had always wondered what drove him after multiple cosmetic surgeries.
Undoubtedly the KING OF POP, i still remember the days when i was glued to his albums thriller. Surely a loss for million fans across the globe...and i am one too...Though he had weird behaviour and a heart that was always telling him a PETER PAN....the fan following was absolute...his moon walk is still practised by many aspiring MJ everywhere....
The irony of the whole issue is some took it to be fun, they started forwarding sms to others, some requesting to pray, some making fun of MJ. I had received nearly 45 sms since morning. Though i appreciate people's sympathy and vengeance towards MJ, is it really worth littering one's mobile with such a huge number of SMS? Well in INDIA, people have familiarised themselves with MJ a lot for his scandals rather than his music.....a friend sent a very senti message this morning when i was on my way to office...
In the scorching sun, when i read it for the 40th time, i felt frustrated....it is always good to convey important messages, messages that are important between you and the receiver, and not messages that are global.....Please do not irritate others, by just forwarding messages coz some one forwarded it to u....
:(:( Let MJ's soul rest in peace!!!!!! :(:(
Undoubtedly the KING OF POP, i still remember the days when i was glued to his albums thriller. Surely a loss for million fans across the globe...and i am one too...Though he had weird behaviour and a heart that was always telling him a PETER PAN....the fan following was absolute...his moon walk is still practised by many aspiring MJ everywhere....
The irony of the whole issue is some took it to be fun, they started forwarding sms to others, some requesting to pray, some making fun of MJ. I had received nearly 45 sms since morning. Though i appreciate people's sympathy and vengeance towards MJ, is it really worth littering one's mobile with such a huge number of SMS? Well in INDIA, people have familiarised themselves with MJ a lot for his scandals rather than his music.....a friend sent a very senti message this morning when i was on my way to office...
In the scorching sun, when i read it for the 40th time, i felt frustrated....it is always good to convey important messages, messages that are important between you and the receiver, and not messages that are global.....Please do not irritate others, by just forwarding messages coz some one forwarded it to u....
:(:( Let MJ's soul rest in peace!!!!!! :(:(
During our college days thonti was an AIRTEL agent. Yes, he could recharge any AIRTEL prepaid number. He was in a unique plan, by which per day, he can make 600 mins of local calls for free....When thonti visits us, it was our habit to make calls from his mobile....
It was another jubilant day in our room as usual, when thonti made his entry. Bandu was at his peak. Bandu took thonti's mobile and manmadhan;s mobile. Picked some random number from the ladies hostel and dialled from thonti;s mobile.
bandu:ஹலோ !!! (hello)
A voice acknowledged the call...
voice: ஹலோ!! (hello)
bandu: ஒசமாவ நீங்க தான் ஒல்லுச்சு வெச்சுருக்கீன்காலம்? (seems u are giving cover for OSAMA?)
voice: ஆமா ஆமா, ராத்திரி வந்து கூட்டிட்டு போங்க!!!(ya ya. come in the night and take him away!!!)
bandu felt this lady to be too arrogant and disconnected the line.
Bandu was too interested in calling someone that day......he desperately wanted to make of fun of someone. Bandu took kadalai's mobile
Bandu: மச்சான் எதாவது பொண்ணு நம்பர் குடு டா.
kadalai: மச்சான் இந்த பொண்ணு நம்பர் போடு...
மோசமான பொண்ணு டா....
Bandu dialled the number. It was picked up in a few rings....All this while thonti's BP was shooting up.....
Voice: ஹலோ
Bandu: ஹலோ!!!! நீங்க டான் XXXX
voice:ஆமா
Bandu: நீங்க ஒல்லுசயாமே?
voice: ஹலோ!!!! யார் பேசறது?
Bandu: information கரெக்டா இல்லையானு சொல்லுங்க. நீங்க ஒல்லுசதானே?
BEEP BEEP BEEP...the line went dead...
Thonti: டேய் ஏன்டா இப்படி பண்றீங்க? என் போன் தான் கடாசுதா?
Bandu: மச்சான் விடு டா. இதெல்லாம் உன்ன மாறி வீரன் வாழ்கைல நடக்கும் டா...சும்மா என்ஜாய் பண்ணு டா...
Thonti fled the room, plucking his phone from bandu's hand...meanwhile kadalai never expected bandu to talk so....all was fun at the expense of THONTI.....
It was another jubilant day in our room as usual, when thonti made his entry. Bandu was at his peak. Bandu took thonti's mobile and manmadhan;s mobile. Picked some random number from the ladies hostel and dialled from thonti;s mobile.
bandu:ஹலோ !!! (hello)
A voice acknowledged the call...
voice: ஹலோ!! (hello)
bandu: ஒசமாவ நீங்க தான் ஒல்லுச்சு வெச்சுருக்கீன்காலம்? (seems u are giving cover for OSAMA?)
voice: ஆமா ஆமா, ராத்திரி வந்து கூட்டிட்டு போங்க!!!(ya ya. come in the night and take him away!!!)
bandu felt this lady to be too arrogant and disconnected the line.
Bandu was too interested in calling someone that day......he desperately wanted to make of fun of someone. Bandu took kadalai's mobile
Bandu: மச்சான் எதாவது பொண்ணு நம்பர் குடு டா.
kadalai: மச்சான் இந்த பொண்ணு நம்பர் போடு...
மோசமான பொண்ணு டா....
Bandu dialled the number. It was picked up in a few rings....All this while thonti's BP was shooting up.....
Voice: ஹலோ
Bandu: ஹலோ!!!! நீங்க டான் XXXX
voice:ஆமா
Bandu: நீங்க ஒல்லுசயாமே?
voice: ஹலோ!!!! யார் பேசறது?
Bandu: information கரெக்டா இல்லையானு சொல்லுங்க. நீங்க ஒல்லுசதானே?
BEEP BEEP BEEP...the line went dead...
Thonti: டேய் ஏன்டா இப்படி பண்றீங்க? என் போன் தான் கடாசுதா?
Bandu: மச்சான் விடு டா. இதெல்லாம் உன்ன மாறி வீரன் வாழ்கைல நடக்கும் டா...சும்மா என்ஜாய் பண்ணு டா...
Thonti fled the room, plucking his phone from bandu's hand...meanwhile kadalai never expected bandu to talk so....all was fun at the expense of THONTI.....
Monday, June 22, 2009
I have always wondered home subtle and beautiful Time can be....It is the same time, that has given me memories to cherish, memories that i like to forget, moments that made me cry, moments that made me laugh, moments that i will always long for....on all these occasions, it has just kept doing one thing....ticking......yet a lot of things has passed by....
6 months is all the difference between me and my cousin...yup, we had spent a great time of our childhood playing, mocking, me bullying....insignificant games always held our world together then, world of imaginary characters and rules that involved great pride always hovered around us...and come tomorrow, commences her marriage rituals and two days from now, she will be address Mrs.....
We had driven buses, scooters, planted trees, we had even navigated ships....yup, there were no restrictions in our world of gmaes and fantasy...There were days when i used to pull her hair apart, that freaked her out....Those were the days she took to her heels when she knew i was coming to her home!!!!!! As we grew, we had shared our insights, our thoughts in subject matters, we had long chats of movies, songs....we left nothing untouched....those petty fights to ditch her movie icon are unforgettable...till date it is the only mechanism to aggravate her :):) We had even played cricket, piled up our little still exaggerated cricket stat knowledge....
As we grew, though we took different streams of career, we always took pain to enquire and share each others plight and achievements....Let the almighty remove all obstacles from her path and let her enjoy the garden of peace and happiness always.....
Though difficult to get along with the reality and to find your childhood pal suddenly getting married.....as time passes by...things will calm down, create new emotions, new relations, new hope...all the while, ticking....
6 months is all the difference between me and my cousin...yup, we had spent a great time of our childhood playing, mocking, me bullying....insignificant games always held our world together then, world of imaginary characters and rules that involved great pride always hovered around us...and come tomorrow, commences her marriage rituals and two days from now, she will be address Mrs.....
We had driven buses, scooters, planted trees, we had even navigated ships....yup, there were no restrictions in our world of gmaes and fantasy...There were days when i used to pull her hair apart, that freaked her out....Those were the days she took to her heels when she knew i was coming to her home!!!!!! As we grew, we had shared our insights, our thoughts in subject matters, we had long chats of movies, songs....we left nothing untouched....those petty fights to ditch her movie icon are unforgettable...till date it is the only mechanism to aggravate her :):) We had even played cricket, piled up our little still exaggerated cricket stat knowledge....
As we grew, though we took different streams of career, we always took pain to enquire and share each others plight and achievements....Let the almighty remove all obstacles from her path and let her enjoy the garden of peace and happiness always.....
Though difficult to get along with the reality and to find your childhood pal suddenly getting married.....as time passes by...things will calm down, create new emotions, new relations, new hope...all the while, ticking....
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Once a thief......
Feburary 1992. We had made Ganapathy nagar, as our new abode. I was doing my second standard. School was a good 7 km from our home. To commute daily, an Auto was arranged. Everything was new to me. Till then, i walked to school mostly accompanied by someone from home. New faces in auto, and new trends to follow....
There were pupils of all ages and classes in the auto. I was given a pocket money of 5 rupees max...POCKET money, that was the first time, i had the privilege of receiving one. I did not know, people called it POCKET money then...So were the other fellas in the auto....each had their own pocket money...
Well the intentions were simple...Either i should be able to catch a bus and reach home or call them from a public phone when required....Well what do u think i used it for???? I used to buy sweets which cost just 25-50 paise in large quantities...then what???just eat them:):) There was one sweet which had tamarind in it plus something else. There was a round shaped chocolate for 50p enclosed in a golden wrapper. the myth was that, occasionally there could be a one rupee coin within the chocolate!!!!!!!!!!! That is how they marketed it!!!!! There was one more famous chocolate fondly called as suthu mittai!!!(சுத்து மிட்டாய்) This was my favorite. It is a round solid chocolate with two tiny holes at the center. A small tight cord runs through each hole and has no open end. When given enough pressure by wounding the cord, on release of pressure, the cord unwinds and the chocolate rotates. Though a simple mechanism, it always fascinated me:):)
As days went by, most of the fellow travellers became my friends. buying things in the noon became a habit...And i was enjoying every bit of it...Over the days, i felt i did not have enough capital to match other guys. We played a small game where each of us will buy the suthu mittai and ferociously play with it. The person who had the large number of unbroken mittais at the end was the winner....
Since i had only few rupees, i always lost. After few days, it was difficult to handle the daily lose and lose of the so called dignity:):):) So i decided to increase my capital!!! but how???? The first day, i took an extra rupee from kitchen :):) without my mom's knowledge....
As days went by, one rupee became five, then ten finally twenty.....mom's kitchen, dad phant,shirt....NOTHING WAS LEFT BEHIND. Since these mittai wala's will not accept rupees, i had to take pain to find coins of 50 and 25 paise and collect them.....With such money in hand, i was becoming popular as well as winning games among my fellow travellers...
Once after bath, i was trying to hide a lot of coins in my towel, well when i kept a leg forward, each coin with distinct sound fell down and scattered to all corners of the room...MOM found it out...My mom was always soft...she always made me feel comfortable even in my nightmares!!!! She gave a warning and sent me to school...Later that evening she enquired about me to the fellow travellers....
How can they guess my mom was enquiring what i was doing with money!!!!They were happy that i was buying them a lot to eat and they happily told my mom, i am provided with more money and i feed them all!!!!!!!
For next few days, i didn;t think about it...but soon, i caught up with it...this time, with experience, i planned out what i did, how i handled things....Soon it was our school annual day...As usual i geared up for the day with lot of coins in my pocket...I reached school enjoyed the day again every minute of it....While returning back, i slept on my way back home. My parents had accompanied me and when they took me to bed, they found out the coins in my pocket. I was snoring peacefully then...
Next day morning, when i woke up, my dad was sitting patiently next to me. I got up, when to toilet...My mom gave me boost with her usual smiling face....After i gulped every bit of it, my father took me to terrace....I was puzzled by his behaviour!!!I realized what was happening as i stepped on the terrace.
Dad: என்னடா திருடரிய? (are u steeling?)
Me: ????!!!!!!???!!
Dad: இது கெட்ட பழக்கம். காசு வேணுனா கேளு டா. தரேன். இப்படி திருடாத. என்ன வேணாலும் கேளுடா..இப்படி திருடாத!!!. (This is a bad habit.If u need money ask me i will give u. Dont steel like this. Ask me whatever u need, i will give u)
That was the last day i ever thought about stealing money....till date, if i knew it is not mine, i ignore it...those words were really powerful. He neither scolded me nor did he beat me.....
There were pupils of all ages and classes in the auto. I was given a pocket money of 5 rupees max...POCKET money, that was the first time, i had the privilege of receiving one. I did not know, people called it POCKET money then...So were the other fellas in the auto....each had their own pocket money...
Well the intentions were simple...Either i should be able to catch a bus and reach home or call them from a public phone when required....Well what do u think i used it for???? I used to buy sweets which cost just 25-50 paise in large quantities...then what???just eat them:):) There was one sweet which had tamarind in it plus something else. There was a round shaped chocolate for 50p enclosed in a golden wrapper. the myth was that, occasionally there could be a one rupee coin within the chocolate!!!!!!!!!!! That is how they marketed it!!!!! There was one more famous chocolate fondly called as suthu mittai!!!(சுத்து மிட்டாய்) This was my favorite. It is a round solid chocolate with two tiny holes at the center. A small tight cord runs through each hole and has no open end. When given enough pressure by wounding the cord, on release of pressure, the cord unwinds and the chocolate rotates. Though a simple mechanism, it always fascinated me:):)
As days went by, most of the fellow travellers became my friends. buying things in the noon became a habit...And i was enjoying every bit of it...Over the days, i felt i did not have enough capital to match other guys. We played a small game where each of us will buy the suthu mittai and ferociously play with it. The person who had the large number of unbroken mittais at the end was the winner....
Since i had only few rupees, i always lost. After few days, it was difficult to handle the daily lose and lose of the so called dignity:):):) So i decided to increase my capital!!! but how???? The first day, i took an extra rupee from kitchen :):) without my mom's knowledge....
As days went by, one rupee became five, then ten finally twenty.....mom's kitchen, dad phant,shirt....NOTHING WAS LEFT BEHIND. Since these mittai wala's will not accept rupees, i had to take pain to find coins of 50 and 25 paise and collect them.....With such money in hand, i was becoming popular as well as winning games among my fellow travellers...
Once after bath, i was trying to hide a lot of coins in my towel, well when i kept a leg forward, each coin with distinct sound fell down and scattered to all corners of the room...MOM found it out...My mom was always soft...she always made me feel comfortable even in my nightmares!!!! She gave a warning and sent me to school...Later that evening she enquired about me to the fellow travellers....
How can they guess my mom was enquiring what i was doing with money!!!!They were happy that i was buying them a lot to eat and they happily told my mom, i am provided with more money and i feed them all!!!!!!!
For next few days, i didn;t think about it...but soon, i caught up with it...this time, with experience, i planned out what i did, how i handled things....Soon it was our school annual day...As usual i geared up for the day with lot of coins in my pocket...I reached school enjoyed the day again every minute of it....While returning back, i slept on my way back home. My parents had accompanied me and when they took me to bed, they found out the coins in my pocket. I was snoring peacefully then...
Next day morning, when i woke up, my dad was sitting patiently next to me. I got up, when to toilet...My mom gave me boost with her usual smiling face....After i gulped every bit of it, my father took me to terrace....I was puzzled by his behaviour!!!I realized what was happening as i stepped on the terrace.
Dad: என்னடா திருடரிய? (are u steeling?)
Me: ????!!!!!!???!!
Dad: இது கெட்ட பழக்கம். காசு வேணுனா கேளு டா. தரேன். இப்படி திருடாத. என்ன வேணாலும் கேளுடா..இப்படி திருடாத!!!. (This is a bad habit.If u need money ask me i will give u. Dont steel like this. Ask me whatever u need, i will give u)
That was the last day i ever thought about stealing money....till date, if i knew it is not mine, i ignore it...those words were really powerful. He neither scolded me nor did he beat me.....
Friday, June 19, 2009
Off to thriuchendur!!!!
People, I am moving out of town today...will be back by monday...So till then, no activity in my blog....But sure SUNDAY SPECIAL will be there!!!!!!!!!! ceeyaaa next week!!!! happy weekend!!!!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
09 09 09 09 09 09
On September 9 , 2009
090909090909
Amaze your friends, be the first to tell them ...
At 09hr 09 minutes and 09 seconds on the 9th of September
this year, the time and date will be
09:09:09 09/09/09
I guess, this won't happen again in our life time! wow :-)
090909090909
Amaze your friends, be the first to tell them ...
At 09hr 09 minutes and 09 seconds on the 9th of September
this year, the time and date will be
09:09:09 09/09/09
I guess, this won't happen again in our life time! wow :-)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The X Factor
He barged it into our room. We were all busy mocking at each other. we were surprised by his looks. Though he always bores a look of uncertainty in his face, on that particular day, he looked happy, joyful, in an exotic mood and above all, SHY!!!!!!!!! Yup I never had any chance of seeing vasudevan letting out such expressions before.
We were already enjoying the day, and his arrival added to our delight. Bandu started enquiring him
Bandu: சொல்லுங்கோ!!! என்ன விசேஷம்???? (Tell us. What is the good news??)
V: அதெல்லாம் ஒன்னும் இல்ல. (Nothing of that kind)
Now vasan for his part added.
Vasan: என்னடா ரொம்ப பரவசமா இருக்க? (U look so delighted?)
V: என்னடா சந்தோசமா இருக்க கூடாத? (Shouldn't i be happy?)
kadalai too joined in...
kadalai: வெக்க படாம சொல்லு. (Tell us. Dont be too shy!!!)
This went on for a while. Finally my dear friend vasudevan gave in. The 'X' in X-factor for long as been used to denote eXtra, eXtreme, eXtraordinary, eXcess......Now this piece of conversation, i am sure will change your perception of the 'X' in X Factor.
V: என்னோட x-lover இப்போ வேற பய்யன லவ் பண்றாளாம் ...(My ex lover says she is in love with a new person)
Bandu: நல்ல விஷயம்தானே....நீ வருத்த படாம சந்தோசமா இருக்க?
(Good news only....but u are happy instead of being sad?)
V: நா அந்த பயண்ட பேசினேன்...(I Talked to that guy)
vasan: கொய்யாளா....
bandu: என்ன மச்சான் பேசின? (what did u talk?)
V: சும்மா பேசிட்டு இருந்தேன் டா. (Just like that was talking)
bandu: என்னனு டா அரம்ச்ச? எப்படி பேச அரம்ச்ச? (how did u start talking?)
V:அவன்ட என்ன "நான் டான் அவோளோட x-boyfriend"நு introduce பண்ணிகிட்டேன்....( I just introduced myself as " I am her X-BOYFRIEND")
bandu: பாரு நம்ம செட்லயே X-BOYFRIEND நு சொன்ன ஒரே ஆள் நீ தான் மச்சான் :):):) (see, you are the first guy to tell X-BOYFRIEND)
And the rest was history...i know u would have all come across this X-FACTOR at least once...but definitely not this way.....
We were already enjoying the day, and his arrival added to our delight. Bandu started enquiring him
Bandu: சொல்லுங்கோ!!! என்ன விசேஷம்???? (Tell us. What is the good news??)
V: அதெல்லாம் ஒன்னும் இல்ல. (Nothing of that kind)
Now vasan for his part added.
Vasan: என்னடா ரொம்ப பரவசமா இருக்க? (U look so delighted?)
V: என்னடா சந்தோசமா இருக்க கூடாத? (Shouldn't i be happy?)
kadalai too joined in...
kadalai: வெக்க படாம சொல்லு. (Tell us. Dont be too shy!!!)
This went on for a while. Finally my dear friend vasudevan gave in. The 'X' in X-factor for long as been used to denote eXtra, eXtreme, eXtraordinary, eXcess......Now this piece of conversation, i am sure will change your perception of the 'X' in X Factor.
V: என்னோட x-lover இப்போ வேற பய்யன லவ் பண்றாளாம் ...(My ex lover says she is in love with a new person)
Bandu: நல்ல விஷயம்தானே....நீ வருத்த படாம சந்தோசமா இருக்க?
(Good news only....but u are happy instead of being sad?)
V: நா அந்த பயண்ட பேசினேன்...(I Talked to that guy)
vasan: கொய்யாளா....
bandu: என்ன மச்சான் பேசின? (what did u talk?)
V: சும்மா பேசிட்டு இருந்தேன் டா. (Just like that was talking)
bandu: என்னனு டா அரம்ச்ச? எப்படி பேச அரம்ச்ச? (how did u start talking?)
V:அவன்ட என்ன "நான் டான் அவோளோட x-boyfriend"நு introduce பண்ணிகிட்டேன்....( I just introduced myself as " I am her X-BOYFRIEND")
bandu: பாரு நம்ம செட்லயே X-BOYFRIEND நு சொன்ன ஒரே ஆள் நீ தான் மச்சான் :):):) (see, you are the first guy to tell X-BOYFRIEND)
And the rest was history...i know u would have all come across this X-FACTOR at least once...but definitely not this way.....
Celebrated the other way.....
Every birthday of our manmadhan, never went unnoticed. People always flocked from all corners of the college to wish him. His parents took the pain to visit him on his birthday every year.He had a great fan following, that people from nook and corner came wishing him and meeting him....
2007, the final year of our college life and the final year of manmadhan's birthday in our college. This year was no exception. Everyone was eagerly waiting for that particular day. the clock struck 12 midnight. People flocked from all men's hostel in search of our hero. Unlike other years, they had cricket stumps, bat etc to beat him.....YUP it is a custom to beat the birthday boy....But people on that particular day were exceptionally happy to carry such things...every year it was just pure hands which did the job...Manmadhan, tried to hide, but ultimately, he was found. In the name of birthday bumps, he was beaten black and blue.....
Lets take a step back a see how things were in 2006. The clock struck midnight 12, people from all corners came in. They dearly gave bumps to manmadhan, wished him....enjoyed and cracked jokes with him...left the hostel.....
Now, what had happened in that one year? what made them to turn against him????
Keep thinking...If u knew why, write a comment...else watch out for manmadhan's adventures....
2007, the final year of our college life and the final year of manmadhan's birthday in our college. This year was no exception. Everyone was eagerly waiting for that particular day. the clock struck 12 midnight. People flocked from all men's hostel in search of our hero. Unlike other years, they had cricket stumps, bat etc to beat him.....YUP it is a custom to beat the birthday boy....But people on that particular day were exceptionally happy to carry such things...every year it was just pure hands which did the job...Manmadhan, tried to hide, but ultimately, he was found. In the name of birthday bumps, he was beaten black and blue.....
Lets take a step back a see how things were in 2006. The clock struck midnight 12, people from all corners came in. They dearly gave bumps to manmadhan, wished him....enjoyed and cracked jokes with him...left the hostel.....
Now, what had happened in that one year? what made them to turn against him????
Keep thinking...If u knew why, write a comment...else watch out for manmadhan's adventures....
Sunday, June 14, 2009
1000thil oruvan - soundtrack
Directed by slevaraghavan, background and music scored by G V Prakash, i must accept, i have not heard GV Prakash give us such tunes before. Similar to Pudupettai(though pudupettai is way ahead), this too has various instruments used to capture various moods :):)
The track "Celebration of life" really soothens your ears with different moods of music. "Malai neram" penned by selvaraghavan has excerpts from sidhar padalgol (as people told me). Nice rendering by Andrea and GV Prakash leaves u awestruck...
"Oh Eesa (club mix and Composer's mix)" was a surprise package. With hymns GOVINDA GOVINDA!!!! keeps you wanting to hear more....
Bombay jayashree's and Nithyashree's carnatic eloquence come to the fore in two different tracks. PBS has lent his voice for few mins, that really thrills us. Even at this age his perfection for pronunciation of words is great..
Dhanush too has lent his voice for a track, which i must confess was good to hear....
Overall i would rate it 3.5/5. Surely these gonna top all charts in the weeks to come by!!!!
On the lighter note, maybe i was not expecting too much from GV Prakash, which could have thrilled me to write such a review!!!!!!!!!!!
A lesson well learnt!!!!!!!!
It was June 1992, I had just entered my third standard class. We had shifted to a new place-ganapathy nagar. I joined a new school. though my face looked calm, i was always up to something....mischievousness was always at the back of my mind.
Just two weeks into classes, we had free hour in the noon....It is really a boon in those times to get a free hour. Yup in my school, u cannot find a free hour in the timetable. luckily for us, the staff for the period was on leave and their was a miss in assigning an alternate staff for us. Come free time, and kids are bound to be jungle lites :):)
we started chatting, and eventually it broke into a game within the class. some played sitting in their desk, while some monkeys started jumping from bench to bench. Me and a pal sudhakar, were sitting watching everything. we were not interested in these silly games of sitting and playing nor could we afford to jump from bench to bench...yup we had enough fat to restrain us from even thinking about it....
I started tapping the bench gently in a rhythm and it was well acknowledged by a similar tap from him. OH boy!!! now i had a company and found a game of my taste....
We started tapping the bench varying our phase and rhythm...people started to take notice of us and we became aware. A bit of fans and our energy level got boosted and we knew nothing of what we were doing....
As though Beethoven and Mozart were competing for pride, we started tapping the bench louder..that was the start of trouble for us!!!!! It went to such an extent i lifted the entire bench and pounded it on floor twice which was rightly acknowledged by him. Our audiences were awestruck while people in the office were irritated:):)
Came our PT sir, who was portrayed as a hooligan (definitely not a youth!!!), entered the scene....since we were fighting for our pride in front of our audiences, we took no notice of the surroundings and pounded the bench twice,thrice....it went on...all the while he was watching...when he knew the next time would be the count of 5, he interrupted the show!!!!We knew we were caught!!!! Maybe that's why elders said,
"When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom"
we were caught red handed. A tsunami raised very high in my stomach and i felt like puking!!!!!!Our legs started to tremble, a two minute walk to the office room seemed ages...Our awestruck audience were so entertained that there were a lot of giggles:):)
We marched to office room, and there we were asked to sit outside...all the while i kept my calm,
the minute i sat there a Niagara emerged out of my eyes....and my friend was no exception....
we sat there and i guess we were crying for 20 odd minutes. Then our hooligan came in and asked us not to repeat it and left us home!!!!!! oh boy!!! What a lesson, i learnt on that day, what ever it takes always work in the background and never go public!!!!!!!!!!:):):)
Technical ironies!!!!!!!!!
During my final days in the college, me and raj had the privilege of enjoying the first grade technical comedies. In our pre final sem a crackpot handled one of our subjects....Ya U will realise why i call him THE CRACKPOT!!!! Lets call him Mr Kuppai. Kuppai had enrolled himself for M.Tech in our college and he had to handle classes for undergraduates as part of his course agreement.
Kuppai was in his final semester and he desperately wanted to do some project. He somehow zeroed in on the topic IPv6 protocol. Let me not tell u what he was trying to achieve, because that was useless....He decided that JAVA will be his programming language, coz someone told him, it is easy to handle IPv6 in JAVA....
Now all set, topic was decided, language decided, but how to go about it???? Our Kuppai neither knows a programming language nor does he knows the working of computers....Well let me remind u, he was doing his Master of Technology in Computer Science and Engineering....
I don't know what Raj had against me then, he just went ahead and mentioned my name as the only person who can handle IPv6 in JAVA. IPv6 or even IPv4 or be it anything i knew nothing :) :)...all i knew to do was to add two numbers in java!!!!!!!!
When Mr Kuppai first related his requirement to me, i was reluctant. Boss, i am already busy with my own stuffs, and i am in the final year, its time to party and not to slog...One fine morning very early (ya around 8am), Mr Kuppai called me. I was sleeping....
To this day, whenever someone disturbs my sleep, i make sure, their day is spoiled....And that day was no exception.
Kuppai: Good morning. என்னடா தூங்கிட்டு இர்ருகிய? (Are u sleeping?)
Me: இல்ல கக்கூஸ் போயிட்டு இருந்தேன் . (no i was shitting)
குப்பை: சாரி டா டிஸ்டேர்ப் பண்ணிட்டேனா ? (sorry. Did i disturb u?)
Me: அதன் தெரியுதுல அப்பறம் என்ன சாரி? என்ன வேணும்? (u knew u disturbed me...why sorry? what do u want?)
i felt he never had any dignity to maintain neither self esteem....he was still laughing.
Kuppai: எப்போ என்னோட ப்ரொஜெக்ட முடுச்சு தர போற? (when are u going to get my project completed?)
Me: யோவ்!!!! நா எப்போ உன்னக்கு ப்ராஜெக்ட் பண்ணி தரேனு சொன்னேன்? நீ பாட்டுக்கு கேக்குற? முதல்ல போன வெச்சு தொல. (Yov!!!! when did i tell u i would take care of your project? Just keep the phone down!!!)
I hanged the phone furiously and slept. I knew very well this fella had 50 marks of mine in his hand. maybe i was too arrogant about my capability to score or i was too disturbed in sleep, i am not able to reason out til date, why i spoke in that manner....but i have no regrets till date!!! :):)
Well as days went by, i was not able to stand his torcher and buffoonish activities, that ultimately i agreed to finish his code. It took me a week to complete it. I gave him a demo on an evening and felt that the trouble was over.....
The next day noon, when me and raj were chatting, i received a call from mr kuppai.
Kuppai: என்னைய code எழுதிருக்க? compile பண்ண 1000 error சொல்லுது. உண்ணலாம் போய் பெரிய programmer நு வேற சொல்றாங்க. மேல 3 floor ல இருக்கேன். வா. (what the hell u have written as code? if i compile there are 1000 lines of code. how come people say u are a great programmer? I am in 3rd floor come upstairs)
I was furious and puzzled. Furious coz this crackpot abused and questioned me. Puzzled coz, the code i gave him had only 300 lines with comments. 1000 lines of error!!!! I told raj and left for 3rd floor. Their our hero gave me a heated welcome.
When i went there i was surprised to see a blue screen on which my code was present. I had never seen such a editor for JAVA programs. On closer look i found it to be TURBO C. BINGO!!!! mr kuppai was trying to compile the JAVA program in a C compiler. And why not 1000, it can throw a million errors. By then kuppai started screaming
kuppai: என்னைய தப்பான code கொடுத்துட்டு எமத்தரிய? ( are u cheating me by giving the wrong code?)
me: இது C compiler. JAVA இதுல compile ஆகாது. (this is a c Compile, JAVA will not get compiled)
I was not able to this and had to blabber to myself(MS).
MS: ஆமான் டா உன்னதான் உலகம் தேடிட்டு இர்ருக்கு....உன்னக்கு எல்லாம் எப்படி டா சீட் கொடுத்தாங்க? சவடிகரன் நே இவன்!!!
Kuppai: அதெல்லாம் இல்ல. compiler நா compile பண்ணனும்இல. இது ஏன் compile பண்ணல? (no its not like that. Compiler should compile. why this is not compiling?)
MS: ஆமா பெரிய கண்டு பிடிப்பு. டேய் உன்னையெல்லாம் அல்கொய்தால சிக்க வைக்கணும் டா!!!!
Me: Java வா இப்படி compile பண்ண கூடாது. DOS prompt open பண்ணுங்க. (JAVA should not be compiled like this. Open DOS prompt.)
kuppai: டேய் இது windows xp டா. இதுல dos லாம் வராது. (this is windwos XP. There is no dos prompt) I felt like crying!!!!
MS: டேய் நீ நடிகரிய? இல்ல உண்மைலேயே இப்படிதானா?
Me: சொல்றத செய்ங்க. ctrl + r press பன்னுங்க. இப்போ command நு டைப் பண்ணுங்க. (do as i say. now press ctrl + r. type command)
As he pressed enter the command prompt did open, well to Mr Kuppai's surprise.
Kuppai: இதுல இதெல்லாம் இருகாயா? அநேகமா இது windows xp client நு நேனைகறேன்.
(oh!!! so it has these things? i think this is windows xp client edition!!!!)
MS: அம்மாம்ம்னே நீங்க டேன் விண்டோஸ் கேர்ணல் எழுதுனது. வருஷ படுத்தி சொல்றாரு!!!!!
WOW!!!! What a man!!!!! Even Bill gates wouldn't have done such a wild guess!!!:):)
me: யோவ். தெர்ளன தெர்லன்னு சொல்லுயா. ஏன் யா உளர்ற? (if u don't know keep quiet? don't blabber)
MS: ஐயோ ராமா!!!!என்ன என் இந்தா மாறி கலுசற பசங்கலோடலம் கூட்டு சேர வெக்கற?
kuppai: என்னயா இப்படி சொல்லிட? சரி எப்படி பண்ணனும்னு சொல்லு?
(ok tell me how to compile?)
After that he kept his mouth shut and i just told him how to compile the code and gave him a demo and came back to my class....
Voila....that was indeed a great experience for me..... i then realised the irony every technical support guy would be undergoing!!!!!
Kuppai was in his final semester and he desperately wanted to do some project. He somehow zeroed in on the topic IPv6 protocol. Let me not tell u what he was trying to achieve, because that was useless....He decided that JAVA will be his programming language, coz someone told him, it is easy to handle IPv6 in JAVA....
Now all set, topic was decided, language decided, but how to go about it???? Our Kuppai neither knows a programming language nor does he knows the working of computers....Well let me remind u, he was doing his Master of Technology in Computer Science and Engineering....
I don't know what Raj had against me then, he just went ahead and mentioned my name as the only person who can handle IPv6 in JAVA. IPv6 or even IPv4 or be it anything i knew nothing :) :)...all i knew to do was to add two numbers in java!!!!!!!!
When Mr Kuppai first related his requirement to me, i was reluctant. Boss, i am already busy with my own stuffs, and i am in the final year, its time to party and not to slog...One fine morning very early (ya around 8am), Mr Kuppai called me. I was sleeping....
To this day, whenever someone disturbs my sleep, i make sure, their day is spoiled....And that day was no exception.
Kuppai: Good morning. என்னடா தூங்கிட்டு இர்ருகிய? (Are u sleeping?)
Me: இல்ல கக்கூஸ் போயிட்டு இருந்தேன் . (no i was shitting)
குப்பை: சாரி டா டிஸ்டேர்ப் பண்ணிட்டேனா ? (sorry. Did i disturb u?)
Me: அதன் தெரியுதுல அப்பறம் என்ன சாரி? என்ன வேணும்? (u knew u disturbed me...why sorry? what do u want?)
i felt he never had any dignity to maintain neither self esteem....he was still laughing.
Kuppai: எப்போ என்னோட ப்ரொஜெக்ட முடுச்சு தர போற? (when are u going to get my project completed?)
Me: யோவ்!!!! நா எப்போ உன்னக்கு ப்ராஜெக்ட் பண்ணி தரேனு சொன்னேன்? நீ பாட்டுக்கு கேக்குற? முதல்ல போன வெச்சு தொல. (Yov!!!! when did i tell u i would take care of your project? Just keep the phone down!!!)
I hanged the phone furiously and slept. I knew very well this fella had 50 marks of mine in his hand. maybe i was too arrogant about my capability to score or i was too disturbed in sleep, i am not able to reason out til date, why i spoke in that manner....but i have no regrets till date!!! :):)
Well as days went by, i was not able to stand his torcher and buffoonish activities, that ultimately i agreed to finish his code. It took me a week to complete it. I gave him a demo on an evening and felt that the trouble was over.....
The next day noon, when me and raj were chatting, i received a call from mr kuppai.
Kuppai: என்னைய code எழுதிருக்க? compile பண்ண 1000 error சொல்லுது. உண்ணலாம் போய் பெரிய programmer நு வேற சொல்றாங்க. மேல 3 floor ல இருக்கேன். வா. (what the hell u have written as code? if i compile there are 1000 lines of code. how come people say u are a great programmer? I am in 3rd floor come upstairs)
I was furious and puzzled. Furious coz this crackpot abused and questioned me. Puzzled coz, the code i gave him had only 300 lines with comments. 1000 lines of error!!!! I told raj and left for 3rd floor. Their our hero gave me a heated welcome.
When i went there i was surprised to see a blue screen on which my code was present. I had never seen such a editor for JAVA programs. On closer look i found it to be TURBO C. BINGO!!!! mr kuppai was trying to compile the JAVA program in a C compiler. And why not 1000, it can throw a million errors. By then kuppai started screaming
kuppai: என்னைய தப்பான code கொடுத்துட்டு எமத்தரிய? ( are u cheating me by giving the wrong code?)
me: இது C compiler. JAVA இதுல compile ஆகாது. (this is a c Compile, JAVA will not get compiled)
I was not able to this and had to blabber to myself(MS).
MS: ஆமான் டா உன்னதான் உலகம் தேடிட்டு இர்ருக்கு....உன்னக்கு எல்லாம் எப்படி டா சீட் கொடுத்தாங்க? சவடிகரன் நே இவன்!!!
Kuppai: அதெல்லாம் இல்ல. compiler நா compile பண்ணனும்இல. இது ஏன் compile பண்ணல? (no its not like that. Compiler should compile. why this is not compiling?)
MS: ஆமா பெரிய கண்டு பிடிப்பு. டேய் உன்னையெல்லாம் அல்கொய்தால சிக்க வைக்கணும் டா!!!!
Me: Java வா இப்படி compile பண்ண கூடாது. DOS prompt open பண்ணுங்க. (JAVA should not be compiled like this. Open DOS prompt.)
kuppai: டேய் இது windows xp டா. இதுல dos லாம் வராது. (this is windwos XP. There is no dos prompt) I felt like crying!!!!
MS: டேய் நீ நடிகரிய? இல்ல உண்மைலேயே இப்படிதானா?
Me: சொல்றத செய்ங்க. ctrl + r press பன்னுங்க. இப்போ command நு டைப் பண்ணுங்க. (do as i say. now press ctrl + r. type command)
As he pressed enter the command prompt did open, well to Mr Kuppai's surprise.
Kuppai: இதுல இதெல்லாம் இருகாயா? அநேகமா இது windows xp client நு நேனைகறேன்.
(oh!!! so it has these things? i think this is windows xp client edition!!!!)
MS: அம்மாம்ம்னே நீங்க டேன் விண்டோஸ் கேர்ணல் எழுதுனது. வருஷ படுத்தி சொல்றாரு!!!!!
WOW!!!! What a man!!!!! Even Bill gates wouldn't have done such a wild guess!!!:):)
me: யோவ். தெர்ளன தெர்லன்னு சொல்லுயா. ஏன் யா உளர்ற? (if u don't know keep quiet? don't blabber)
MS: ஐயோ ராமா!!!!என்ன என் இந்தா மாறி கலுசற பசங்கலோடலம் கூட்டு சேர வெக்கற?
kuppai: என்னயா இப்படி சொல்லிட? சரி எப்படி பண்ணனும்னு சொல்லு?
(ok tell me how to compile?)
After that he kept his mouth shut and i just told him how to compile the code and gave him a demo and came back to my class....
Voila....that was indeed a great experience for me..... i then realised the irony every technical support guy would be undergoing!!!!!
Friday, June 12, 2009
I just received this mail from a good frien of mine. I dearly call him pillai. It is so comical that I decided to share this with you....
ரொம்ப நாளாக எஃப்.எம்முக்கு கால் செய்து மொக்கைப் போட வேண்டும் என்பது ஏழுவின் ஆசை. அதிரடி ஆக்ஷனில் இறங்கிய பாலாஜி லைனைப் போட்டு ஏழுவிடம் தந்தான். பாதி மப்பில் இருந்த ஏழு ஆரம்பித்தான்.
FM: ஹலோ சூரியன் எஃப்.எம் ஒழுங்கா சொல்லுங்க.
7: ஹலோ எஃப்.எம்மா? சூரியன் எஃப்.எம்மா?
FM:சூரியன் எஃப்.எம் தாங்க.
7: அப்படியா? நான் சூரியன் ஐ.பி.எஸ் ன்னுல நினைச்சிட்டு இருந்தேன்?
FM:கடிக்காதீங்க சார். அது சூரியன் படத்துல. இது ரேடியோ ஸ்டேஷன் பேரு.
7:ரேடியோவ எங்க வேணா தூக்கிட்டு போலாமே. அப்புறம் ஏன் ரேடியோ ஸ்டேஷன்னு பேரு வச்சீங்க?
FM: சூப்பர் கேள்விங்க. நான் எங்க எம்.டி கிட்ட கேட்டு சொல்றேன்.
7: அவங்களே டி போட்டு சொல்றீங்க. மரியாதையே இல்லையா?
FM: வழக்கமா நாங்கதான் கேள்வி கேட்போம். நீங்க ஏன் சார் கேள்வி மேல கேள்வி கேட்கறீங்க?
7:நீங்கதானே கேளுங்க கேளுங்க கேட்டுக்கிட்டே இருங்கன்னு சொல்றீங்க.
FM:முடியல சார். உங்க பேரு? எங்க இருந்து கால் பண்றீங்க?
7:மலை. ஏழுமலை. .
FM:ஓக்கே சார். போட்டி விதிமுறையெல்லாம் தெரியும்ன்னு நினைக்கிறேன். முதலில் டூயட் பாட்டு ஒன்னு பாடுங்க.
7:மெட்டுப் போடு.மெட்டுப் போடு. என் தாய் கொடுத்த தமிழுக்கில்லை தட்டுப்பாடு.
FM:சார். டூயட் படப்பாட்டு இல்ல சார். காதல் பாட்டு பாட சொன்னேன்.
7: புறாக் கூடு போல முப்பது ரூமு..
FM:ஓகே சார். உங்க வழிக்கே வரேன்.இந்தப் பாட்டை யார் பாடினாங்க?
7: நான் தாங்க பாடினேன். ஏன். நல்லாயில்லையா?
FM:ஸப்பா. ஏன் சார்? அவர் பாடின இன்னொரு பாட்டு பாடனும். அதுக்கு சொன்னேன். சுரேஷ் பீட்டர் தான் பாடியவர். அவரின் வேற ஒரு பாட்ட பாடுங்க.
7: சிக்கு புக்கு சிக்கு புக்கு ரயிலே.
FM:இல்ல சார். இதுக்கு முன்னாடி கால் பண்ண ஒரு நேயர் அத பாடிட்டாரு.
7:என்னங்க நீங்க. எஸ்.பி.பி ,ஜேசுதாஸ் பாடின பாட்டையே நான் திருப்பி பாடுவேன். அவங்களே ஒன்னும் சொல்ல மாட்டாங்க.
FM:அப்படியில்ல சார்.ஒருத்தர் பாடியத இன்னொருத்தர் பாடக் கூடாது என்பது நம்ம போட்டியோட விதி.
7:அப்புறம் ஏங்க சுரேஷ் பீட்ட்ர்ஸ் பாடின பாட்ட பாட சொன்னீங்க?
FM:ஓக்கே. சார். மொத ரவுண்டு முடிஞ்சுது,
7:அது எப்படி உங்களுக்கு தெரியும்?
FM: சார். நான் போட்டில முதல் ரவுண்ட் முடிஞ்சுதுன்னு சொன்னேன். அடுத்த ரவுண்டுக்கு போலாமா?
7: நான் ரெடி.
FM:உஙக்ளுக்கு ரொம்ப புடிச்ச கிரிக்கெட் ப்ளேயர் யாரு?
7:மந்திரா
FM:மந்திரா பேடியா?
7:அதெல்லாம் எனக்கு தெரியாதுங்க. பார்த்தா பொண்ணு மாதிரிதான் தெரியுது
FM:சார். இதெல்லாம் ரொம்ப ஓவர். அவங்க கிரிக்கெட் கமெண்ட்டேட்டர். கிரவுண்டல ஆடறதுல யார புடிக்கும்?
7:கேத்ரினா கைஃப். அவங்க ஐ.பி.எல். . பார்க்கலையா?
FM:சார். ரொம்ப மொக்கை போடறீங்க. பரிசு வேணுமா, வேணாமா?
7: என்னங்க மிரட்டறீங்க? நீங்க கொடுக்கிற மொக்கைப் பட டிக்கெட்டுக்கு இவ்ளோ நேரம் கால் பண்ணி பேசறேனே. என்னை சொல்லனும்.
FM:ஓக்கே சார் தோனியின் சொந்த ஊர் எது?
7:அடப்பாவி. ஒரு ஊரையே சொந்தமா விலைக்கு வாங்குற அளவுக்கு சம்பாதிச்சிட்டானா?
FM:பதில் சொல்லுங்க சார். தெரியலன்னா லைன கட் பண்ணுங்க.
7: ராஞ்சி.(ஆறு சொல்லிக் கொடுக்கிறான்)
FM: யாரு சார் அது பக்கத்துல?
7:ஆறு.
FM: அதான் உங்களுக்கு பதில் சொல்லித் தந்தாரே அவரு.
7:அதான் ஆறு.
FM:ஓ.ஆறுதான் அவர் பேரா? நீங்க ஏழுன்னா அவர் உங்க தம்பியா சார்?
7:ஆமாம். நயந்தாரா எங்க அக்கா. அடுத்த கேள்விய கேளுங்க.
FM: அடுத்த ரவுண்ட் ஜி.கே
7: B.K தெரியும். அது என்ன G.K.?
FM: சார். ஜெனரல் நாலெட்ஜ்.
7: அப்படி ஒரு சரக்கா?
டொக். ஏழுவின் நிலைய லேட்டாக புரிந்தக் கொண்ட அவர் லைனை கட் செய்கிறார்.
ரொம்ப நாளாக எஃப்.எம்முக்கு கால் செய்து மொக்கைப் போட வேண்டும் என்பது ஏழுவின் ஆசை. அதிரடி ஆக்ஷனில் இறங்கிய பாலாஜி லைனைப் போட்டு ஏழுவிடம் தந்தான். பாதி மப்பில் இருந்த ஏழு ஆரம்பித்தான்.
FM: ஹலோ சூரியன் எஃப்.எம் ஒழுங்கா சொல்லுங்க.
7: ஹலோ எஃப்.எம்மா? சூரியன் எஃப்.எம்மா?
FM:சூரியன் எஃப்.எம் தாங்க.
7: அப்படியா? நான் சூரியன் ஐ.பி.எஸ் ன்னுல நினைச்சிட்டு இருந்தேன்?
FM:கடிக்காதீங்க சார். அது சூரியன் படத்துல. இது ரேடியோ ஸ்டேஷன் பேரு.
7:ரேடியோவ எங்க வேணா தூக்கிட்டு போலாமே. அப்புறம் ஏன் ரேடியோ ஸ்டேஷன்னு பேரு வச்சீங்க?
FM: சூப்பர் கேள்விங்க. நான் எங்க எம்.டி கிட்ட கேட்டு சொல்றேன்.
7: அவங்களே டி போட்டு சொல்றீங்க. மரியாதையே இல்லையா?
FM: வழக்கமா நாங்கதான் கேள்வி கேட்போம். நீங்க ஏன் சார் கேள்வி மேல கேள்வி கேட்கறீங்க?
7:நீங்கதானே கேளுங்க கேளுங்க கேட்டுக்கிட்டே இருங்கன்னு சொல்றீங்க.
FM:முடியல சார். உங்க பேரு? எங்க இருந்து கால் பண்றீங்க?
7:மலை. ஏழுமலை. .
FM:ஓக்கே சார். போட்டி விதிமுறையெல்லாம் தெரியும்ன்னு நினைக்கிறேன். முதலில் டூயட் பாட்டு ஒன்னு பாடுங்க.
7:மெட்டுப் போடு.மெட்டுப் போடு. என் தாய் கொடுத்த தமிழுக்கில்லை தட்டுப்பாடு.
FM:சார். டூயட் படப்பாட்டு இல்ல சார். காதல் பாட்டு பாட சொன்னேன்.
7: புறாக் கூடு போல முப்பது ரூமு..
FM:ஓகே சார். உங்க வழிக்கே வரேன்.இந்தப் பாட்டை யார் பாடினாங்க?
7: நான் தாங்க பாடினேன். ஏன். நல்லாயில்லையா?
FM:ஸப்பா. ஏன் சார்? அவர் பாடின இன்னொரு பாட்டு பாடனும். அதுக்கு சொன்னேன். சுரேஷ் பீட்டர் தான் பாடியவர். அவரின் வேற ஒரு பாட்ட பாடுங்க.
7: சிக்கு புக்கு சிக்கு புக்கு ரயிலே.
FM:இல்ல சார். இதுக்கு முன்னாடி கால் பண்ண ஒரு நேயர் அத பாடிட்டாரு.
7:என்னங்க நீங்க. எஸ்.பி.பி ,ஜேசுதாஸ் பாடின பாட்டையே நான் திருப்பி பாடுவேன். அவங்களே ஒன்னும் சொல்ல மாட்டாங்க.
FM:அப்படியில்ல சார்.ஒருத்தர் பாடியத இன்னொருத்தர் பாடக் கூடாது என்பது நம்ம போட்டியோட விதி.
7:அப்புறம் ஏங்க சுரேஷ் பீட்ட்ர்ஸ் பாடின பாட்ட பாட சொன்னீங்க?
FM:ஓக்கே. சார். மொத ரவுண்டு முடிஞ்சுது,
7:அது எப்படி உங்களுக்கு தெரியும்?
FM: சார். நான் போட்டில முதல் ரவுண்ட் முடிஞ்சுதுன்னு சொன்னேன். அடுத்த ரவுண்டுக்கு போலாமா?
7: நான் ரெடி.
FM:உஙக்ளுக்கு ரொம்ப புடிச்ச கிரிக்கெட் ப்ளேயர் யாரு?
7:மந்திரா
FM:மந்திரா பேடியா?
7:அதெல்லாம் எனக்கு தெரியாதுங்க. பார்த்தா பொண்ணு மாதிரிதான் தெரியுது
FM:சார். இதெல்லாம் ரொம்ப ஓவர். அவங்க கிரிக்கெட் கமெண்ட்டேட்டர். கிரவுண்டல ஆடறதுல யார புடிக்கும்?
7:கேத்ரினா கைஃப். அவங்க ஐ.பி.எல். . பார்க்கலையா?
FM:சார். ரொம்ப மொக்கை போடறீங்க. பரிசு வேணுமா, வேணாமா?
7: என்னங்க மிரட்டறீங்க? நீங்க கொடுக்கிற மொக்கைப் பட டிக்கெட்டுக்கு இவ்ளோ நேரம் கால் பண்ணி பேசறேனே. என்னை சொல்லனும்.
FM:ஓக்கே சார் தோனியின் சொந்த ஊர் எது?
7:அடப்பாவி. ஒரு ஊரையே சொந்தமா விலைக்கு வாங்குற அளவுக்கு சம்பாதிச்சிட்டானா?
FM:பதில் சொல்லுங்க சார். தெரியலன்னா லைன கட் பண்ணுங்க.
7: ராஞ்சி.(ஆறு சொல்லிக் கொடுக்கிறான்)
FM: யாரு சார் அது பக்கத்துல?
7:ஆறு.
FM: அதான் உங்களுக்கு பதில் சொல்லித் தந்தாரே அவரு.
7:அதான் ஆறு.
FM:ஓ.ஆறுதான் அவர் பேரா? நீங்க ஏழுன்னா அவர் உங்க தம்பியா சார்?
7:ஆமாம். நயந்தாரா எங்க அக்கா. அடுத்த கேள்விய கேளுங்க.
FM: அடுத்த ரவுண்ட் ஜி.கே
7: B.K தெரியும். அது என்ன G.K.?
FM: சார். ஜெனரல் நாலெட்ஜ்.
7: அப்படி ஒரு சரக்கா?
டொக். ஏழுவின் நிலைய லேட்டாக புரிந்தக் கொண்ட அவர் லைனை கட் செய்கிறார்.
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A friend forwarded it to me...and i thought i would share with u all...thanks to raj for the info...
On August 7 , 2009
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Amaze your friends, be the first to tell them
At 12hr 34 minutes and 56 seconds on the 7th of August
this year, the time and date will be
12:34:56 07/08/09
This will never happen in your life again??!!!!
Sharp counter growth!!!!!!
Last day alone, i have had 255 visits to my blog. Don't think all the people who visited my blog knew me or i just kept hitting my blog again and again...(well have put a blocking IP which will not add the counter value for my visits to the blog).. They were here for the video which i had posted once(http://sobeitram.blogspot.com/2009/05/shocked-to-find-this-video.html). My guess is,
the forward of my blog link to someone has just spread to too many people!!!!!!!!
I take this opportunity to thank the kind hearted person, who took time and pain to forward the link across....The web page was viewed by people from all the continents. Thanks again!!!!
If u find it difficult to see the image, just right click and view it separately.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
In pursuit of a slambook!!!!
SLAMBOOKS!!!!!!! As it was the custom, many were flocking around with their slambook...some with slambookS....Yes they were the final days of our college. In our MIG, neither me,vasan or bandu were interested in such things. When someone just enquired about the same, from somewhere, the words of wisdom will come from our mouth,
"இதுல நா எழுதரது நாலா டேன் நீ என்ன ந்யபகம் வெச்சுக்க பொரிய இல்ல நாந்தான் ந்யபகம் வெச்சுக்க போரென?? எல்லாம் சும்மா டா" (These are all totally waste. because either of us write on this, neither u nor me gonna remember each other!!!! these are just a show off)
We were skeptical about these so called SLAMBOOK!!!!! Maybe we were too shy to ask each one to write about us or maybe we were afraid to hear what others had in mind about us or maybe we knew what each will write about us or maybe we felt it is TOO EXPENSIVE!!!!! to afford :):)
I couldn't think of a valid reason, though i must tell u, till date, we have stood by each other on all times...Few slambooks were decorated with various colors(GIGU GIGU COLOR), art on the cover, paintings....we were really amazed. When one of my class mate took the pain of buying the highest priced slambook and decorated it till it looked(...well ugly to me...) maybe good, while he never maintained even a lab record note properly :):), i was thrilled....
Dont worry, i never bought one...I was just thrilled. Well in our room too, people bought slambooks, one went to the extreme of buying slambook one for college and hostel, while another bought one for each gender, while one another bought one for his class, hostel, day scholar and department...etc.....the criteria were endless.....
The one particular slambook which we-me,vasan and bandu were in pursuit, was a unique one of all the above i have mentioned. Yes unique in its own way for many reason. Well to list a few
1) It was bought by our room mate
2) It was never intended to be disclosed to us
3) The content of this particular slambook was only about one person
Anything felt not to be disclosed in our room, will always kindle our interest to a great extent. So this was no exception. And above all, this book had some 80-100 pages. To write about one person alone for 80 pages!!!!!!!...that needed some investigation. When few gave me their slambook to write, i turned down a few coz i couldn;t think of anything about that person to put in words...not even a line....
Even if our room mate had filled just one page, it was indeed a great work of art for us. it was around a month before the last working day, this book was bought with great care by my room mate. Even he had never bothered to carry his lab notes with such great care. For us, though it looked funny and odd, we just felt it to be just another slambook in our room.
Few days later, my room mate started using his pen to a great extent. Boss we were shocked to find him refill his ink time and again in just few days. for the past two semesters, this hero never bothered to even think about the level of ink in his pen and now what!!!!!?????The first thing that triggered curiosity in us.
Maybe he fancied himself to be the Mozart of madras for he started to burn the midnight oil. For years it is the practice in all hostels - midnight is after 2am :):)...My dear friend always found it difficult to keep himself awake after ten unless he had some important phone calls to receive or make (well if a week has 7 days, my roommate had such important calls on 8 days of the week )
Since first year, he has never took the trouble of maintaining a regular appointment with his arse, but was writing something at least for two hours daily burying all his pain in his grumbling butt.This was getting too much for us and one day vasan enquired about it
"டேய் என்னடா எழுதற...சொல்லு மச்சான்"
(what are u writing dude?)
"நா என்ன எழுதுன என்னடா? என்னோட பர்சனல் டா"
(why are u bothered? its my personal!!!!)
Well if its meant to be personal then surely its meant to be read. So was decided. My dear room mate little then realised how much he offended us:):)...so we charted out the list of scenarios, when we can lay our hands on it. Well for the first few days we read it whenever he took his bath. but ultimately we were caught red handed when the owner had to come out of the washroom early.he was angry and looked at vasan....
"நாந்தான் படிக்க கூடாதுன்னு சொன்னேனே டா" (i told u not to read).
bandu was swift with his reply "மச்சான் கிராமர் சரியா இருக்கானு பாத்தோம் டா"(we checked if the grammar is correct)
My room mate knew, we were after his book.He had to plan and he looked out for various places where he can hide his slambook. We were already through the month and were nearing our last working day. For vasan, daily morning when he wakes up, whether he brushes or not, he needs to read it, else his arse will be in great pain for the day.
So everyday morning when we wakes up, vasan would be running to all corners of the room, in search of this book. Once he finds out, either me or vasan will read out the content and bandu will listen. everything was fine for few days, until one day, bandu while mocking my dear room mate spilled out few lines from the slam book....though it was entertaining, the slambook was no longer be easily available to lay hands on.....
From then on, we had to put a great effort. it was during the final days, we encountered some real problem in finding the book. we had searched all the places in the room and we were yet to find the book. A brilliant idea struck vasan "டேய் ஒருவேள தோய்க்க வேண்டிய அவன் ஜெட்டியோட வசுருபானோ?" ( may be he had kept with his inner garments kept for washing). "டேய் அதெல்லாம் ரொம்ப இன்ன்பேக்சிஎஸ் டா" (They are all highly infectious) was the quick witty response from bandu. Though we didn't find it along with his inner garments, we did find it along with his shirts kept for washing.
The content of the book were too hilarious for us to read, that one day bandu took the privilege of reciting out a page of content from the book to the owner of the slambook!!!!! That was the last day we ever saw that book again. Though we put in a lot of effort, we were unable to find it....maybe as suggested once, he had kept it along with his inner garments kept for washing!!!!!
whether the book was respected by the recipient or not is another story. We still respect the depth and devotion that our dear room mate had for his friend that intimidated him to write an entire slambook....
As i told u earlier, if at all two people required to remember each other, it need not be written on the slambook...that is the reason maybe, the day on which he gave the slambook was the last day, he had the chance of exchanging a few words......maybe the content of the slambook was too good, that the recipient decided to cherish them till life time and not to create any new incidences which cannot be further penned down....or maybe it was too much to read or frustrated the intended person or maybe grammatical errors changed the meaning of what my dear friend wished to convey, the so called friendship bond, came to an end!!!!!
Till date the thrust to pursue anything that is intended to be personal is high and will remain high!!!! This particular slambook and its content will remain fresh in our minds for long....
"இதுல நா எழுதரது நாலா டேன் நீ என்ன ந்யபகம் வெச்சுக்க பொரிய இல்ல நாந்தான் ந்யபகம் வெச்சுக்க போரென?? எல்லாம் சும்மா டா" (These are all totally waste. because either of us write on this, neither u nor me gonna remember each other!!!! these are just a show off)
We were skeptical about these so called SLAMBOOK!!!!! Maybe we were too shy to ask each one to write about us or maybe we were afraid to hear what others had in mind about us or maybe we knew what each will write about us or maybe we felt it is TOO EXPENSIVE!!!!! to afford :):)
I couldn't think of a valid reason, though i must tell u, till date, we have stood by each other on all times...Few slambooks were decorated with various colors(GIGU GIGU COLOR), art on the cover, paintings....we were really amazed. When one of my class mate took the pain of buying the highest priced slambook and decorated it till it looked(...well ugly to me...) maybe good, while he never maintained even a lab record note properly :):), i was thrilled....
Dont worry, i never bought one...I was just thrilled. Well in our room too, people bought slambooks, one went to the extreme of buying slambook one for college and hostel, while another bought one for each gender, while one another bought one for his class, hostel, day scholar and department...etc.....the criteria were endless.....
The one particular slambook which we-me,vasan and bandu were in pursuit, was a unique one of all the above i have mentioned. Yes unique in its own way for many reason. Well to list a few
1) It was bought by our room mate
2) It was never intended to be disclosed to us
3) The content of this particular slambook was only about one person
Anything felt not to be disclosed in our room, will always kindle our interest to a great extent. So this was no exception. And above all, this book had some 80-100 pages. To write about one person alone for 80 pages!!!!!!!...that needed some investigation. When few gave me their slambook to write, i turned down a few coz i couldn;t think of anything about that person to put in words...not even a line....
Even if our room mate had filled just one page, it was indeed a great work of art for us. it was around a month before the last working day, this book was bought with great care by my room mate. Even he had never bothered to carry his lab notes with such great care. For us, though it looked funny and odd, we just felt it to be just another slambook in our room.
Few days later, my room mate started using his pen to a great extent. Boss we were shocked to find him refill his ink time and again in just few days. for the past two semesters, this hero never bothered to even think about the level of ink in his pen and now what!!!!!?????The first thing that triggered curiosity in us.
Maybe he fancied himself to be the Mozart of madras for he started to burn the midnight oil. For years it is the practice in all hostels - midnight is after 2am :):)...My dear friend always found it difficult to keep himself awake after ten unless he had some important phone calls to receive or make (well if a week has 7 days, my roommate had such important calls on 8 days of the week )
Since first year, he has never took the trouble of maintaining a regular appointment with his arse, but was writing something at least for two hours daily burying all his pain in his grumbling butt.This was getting too much for us and one day vasan enquired about it
"டேய் என்னடா எழுதற...சொல்லு மச்சான்"
(what are u writing dude?)
"நா என்ன எழுதுன என்னடா? என்னோட பர்சனல் டா"
(why are u bothered? its my personal!!!!)
Well if its meant to be personal then surely its meant to be read. So was decided. My dear room mate little then realised how much he offended us:):)...so we charted out the list of scenarios, when we can lay our hands on it. Well for the first few days we read it whenever he took his bath. but ultimately we were caught red handed when the owner had to come out of the washroom early.he was angry and looked at vasan....
"நாந்தான் படிக்க கூடாதுன்னு சொன்னேனே டா" (i told u not to read).
bandu was swift with his reply "மச்சான் கிராமர் சரியா இருக்கானு பாத்தோம் டா"(we checked if the grammar is correct)
My room mate knew, we were after his book.He had to plan and he looked out for various places where he can hide his slambook. We were already through the month and were nearing our last working day. For vasan, daily morning when he wakes up, whether he brushes or not, he needs to read it, else his arse will be in great pain for the day.
So everyday morning when we wakes up, vasan would be running to all corners of the room, in search of this book. Once he finds out, either me or vasan will read out the content and bandu will listen. everything was fine for few days, until one day, bandu while mocking my dear room mate spilled out few lines from the slam book....though it was entertaining, the slambook was no longer be easily available to lay hands on.....
From then on, we had to put a great effort. it was during the final days, we encountered some real problem in finding the book. we had searched all the places in the room and we were yet to find the book. A brilliant idea struck vasan "டேய் ஒருவேள தோய்க்க வேண்டிய அவன் ஜெட்டியோட வசுருபானோ?" ( may be he had kept with his inner garments kept for washing). "டேய் அதெல்லாம் ரொம்ப இன்ன்பேக்சிஎஸ் டா" (They are all highly infectious) was the quick witty response from bandu. Though we didn't find it along with his inner garments, we did find it along with his shirts kept for washing.
The content of the book were too hilarious for us to read, that one day bandu took the privilege of reciting out a page of content from the book to the owner of the slambook!!!!! That was the last day we ever saw that book again. Though we put in a lot of effort, we were unable to find it....maybe as suggested once, he had kept it along with his inner garments kept for washing!!!!!
whether the book was respected by the recipient or not is another story. We still respect the depth and devotion that our dear room mate had for his friend that intimidated him to write an entire slambook....
As i told u earlier, if at all two people required to remember each other, it need not be written on the slambook...that is the reason maybe, the day on which he gave the slambook was the last day, he had the chance of exchanging a few words......maybe the content of the slambook was too good, that the recipient decided to cherish them till life time and not to create any new incidences which cannot be further penned down....or maybe it was too much to read or frustrated the intended person or maybe grammatical errors changed the meaning of what my dear friend wished to convey, the so called friendship bond, came to an end!!!!!
Till date the thrust to pursue anything that is intended to be personal is high and will remain high!!!! This particular slambook and its content will remain fresh in our minds for long....
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Clarification on KUTTAN!!!!!!
Many have enquired about kuttan's age. Since in one of my post i had mentioned him to be a 25 year old guy!!!! Well its just his perception...he is well over 40...bald headed!!!!! Few even asked me if he is a suitable groom!!! Don't jeopardise your life :P:P:):)
On the lighter note, if you do a google for
kuttan + blog
reference to this blog is the first entry :) :)
On the lighter note, if you do a google for
kuttan + blog
reference to this blog is the first entry :) :)
KUTTAN and his weird custom!!!!!!!!
In one of my previous posts about kuttan, i had mentioned the customs he has brought in our project. One among them is not to congratulate the right guy. Just like newtons' law, he has brought in a new style of appreciating....
Yesterday we had a delivery and as usual, everything was cross checked a million times with all errors buried in it by our kuttan. Well in the mid of the demo, one of my team mate did something wrong. Well fortunately he was our kuttan's favorite :) :)..lets call him Mr X.
One of the project lead pointed out the error. After that everything was over. The demo went well...Kuttan immediately congratulated Mr X. Well he was the one with error and he is being congratulated....so since yesterday evening we are following two customs...
1) We will not appreciate the persons who are responsible for bug fixes!!!! we ll appreciate the neighbour!!!!
2) We will appreciate the person who is responsible for the bug!!! Again the troubleshooter will not be appreciated....
Watching all his activities... i am getting the feeling, that he is a direct descendant of MOHAMED BIN TUGLAK!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday we had a delivery and as usual, everything was cross checked a million times with all errors buried in it by our kuttan. Well in the mid of the demo, one of my team mate did something wrong. Well fortunately he was our kuttan's favorite :) :)..lets call him Mr X.
One of the project lead pointed out the error. After that everything was over. The demo went well...Kuttan immediately congratulated Mr X. Well he was the one with error and he is being congratulated....so since yesterday evening we are following two customs...
1) We will not appreciate the persons who are responsible for bug fixes!!!! we ll appreciate the neighbour!!!!
2) We will appreciate the person who is responsible for the bug!!! Again the troubleshooter will not be appreciated....
Watching all his activities... i am getting the feeling, that he is a direct descendant of MOHAMED BIN TUGLAK!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, June 8, 2009
250 and counting!!!
It has been just a fortnight since my fist post and already 250 visitor count and 475 page views for this blog. Thanks for all the support and encouragement. Please do leave a feedback on the things that u are looking for, your general comment etc....THANKS again to all the followers who made this count....
Unpredictable KUTTAN!!!!
My dear kuttan often has a habit of throwing us off with his unpredictable statements and dialogues. When our client visited us recently, we were all set to give him various presentation. Well just before the start of one such session, he just called one of our team mate and enquired about the status of presentation. Most of us are aware and educated that we need to make use of a projector, if we have any visual presentation to make...well after checks, kuttan finished his enquires as
"we will project with projector!!!!!"
That really threw us off, project with projector, though that is what we do, it is really odd and funny to hear such things. On another occasion, when our kuttan was in a discussion over a phone with another team, he was informed that some program has to be rectified. Well our kuttan once again stumbled us when he enquired the name of the module as follows,
"ok, can u get me the name of the program name???"
During a recent conversation with our onsite co-ordinator, he was explaining about the testing results on various modules...we totally had 3-5 modules to be tested. A piece of the conversion as follows
"Actually the testing is completed. All positive test cases were positive!!! but the positive test cases of XXX1 have failed, positive test cases of XXX2 have failed, positive test cases XXX3 have failed, positive test cases of XXX4 have failed"
with such great descriptions we just get the feeling -> failing of positive test cases are the success of testing!!!! When one of the modules failed to work recently before delivery, he called on one of our team mate to check the issues. This fella just found out the issue in mins and told YYYY is the issue, and he went about his work. Well kuttan was not satisfied, he called on his favorite reportee and asked him to analyse the situation.
Since there cannot be two different errors because two different people look at it, he too reported as YYYY error.
" I knew kutta!!!!! I knew, u will do....I knew u will find the error!!!!"
Boss what has happened to you? Have you lost your sense of hearing too? we knew u had no sense but losing your hearing ability!!!! That is new to us....
More to follow...KUTTAN ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Cracking the DS paper for the second time.
Since few of the affected parties requested me to remove this post, i am just heeding to their request....
Friday, June 5, 2009
VIAGRA to the cure!!!!!!!!
When people of India are still shy about talking Viagra, well a doctor in Chennai has used it to cure a patient!!!! What Viagra to cure something???!!!! Stop right there, don't imagine.....
A 4 year child was fed Viagra as a dosage to reduce High blood pressure and ease an operation. Check out the link http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Health--Science/Viagra-cures-baby-with-heart-defect/articleshow/4620138.cms
A 4 year child was fed Viagra as a dosage to reduce High blood pressure and ease an operation. Check out the link http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Health--Science/Viagra-cures-baby-with-heart-defect/articleshow/4620138.cms
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Thonti's first love
We were well into our 4th week of our I year classes. Over the past couple of weeks, our lab classes had started and they were in full swing....Most of us had started to mingle with others. Vasan, thonti and one more lady along with two more were put in a group.....Thonti was not a flirt by nature....But he does like maintaining a relationship with the opposite sex....
In the first week, thonti had developed a good rapport with the lady.Any lab notes, any doubts be it academic, general etc, were discussed with our respectable gentleman thonti!!!! My dear vasan, had the best handwriting i have, rather we ( our friends) have witnessed. Had he born few centuries back, half the writing on stones and walls might be his work.... Ya, even in paper, each letter would be carved out and they would stand distinctly......
Well one fine day, our lady of this particular story, had a glimpse of vasan's writing. Maybe she was awestruck with vasan's handwriting or maybe not, but that was the first day, she took notice of him and that is when she started moving with vasan...till then vasan was a lone soul in that group....everything was new to vasan, she took his lab notes, consulted him on academics etc, giggled with him....well thonti was slowly eclipsed....
As we were in the mid of the fourth week, thonti felt lonely and felt a deep pain in him. Vasan was in PV hostel then. Room number 320. One fine evening after dinner, thonti called on vasan.
Thonti: வாசன், நா பேசணும் உண்ட (I need to talk to you)
vasan: சொல்லு டா (tell me)
Thonti: கொஞ்ச நாலா நீ பண்றது என்னகு புடிகல. (For some days now, i don't like your activities)
Vasan was surprised. Vasan, when he came into the college was a lot afraid of everyone, everything. He was of passive nature. You can hardly find any aggression in him them. Only few around him knew the heights of his aggression, be it anything. With a raised BP vasan continued,
vasan: என்ன டா சொல்லு (ya tell me)
thonti: நீ அவல, XXX லவ் பன்றிய? (do u love her?)
vasan was glaring at him now....
vasan: ஏன்? நீ லவ் பன்றிய? (why? do u love her?)
thonti: ஆமா நா அவல சின்சீஎற லவ் பண்றேன். அதுனால நீ இன்னுமே அவளோட பேசாத. (Yes i am in love with her sincerely. Dont talk to her from now on!!!)
vasan: டேய் காலேஜ் அரம்சு 20 நாள் தான் டா ஆகுது. (its been just twenty days since our college began)
thonti: ஆமா, ஆனா அவல ரொம்ப லவ் பண்றேன். நீ வராத குறுக்க. அப்புறம் நடக்றதே வேற (yes. I her love so much. U don't come in between us. Then u will face the consequences)
Vasan was taken back with such dialogue. Maybe coz it had a girl in contention, our vasan threw strong words that day.
vasan: டேய் உன்னால முடுஞ்சத பாத்துக்கோ போட. (do whatever you want)
Though vasan did not really mean it, and was frightened that thonti might do him a lot of harm, little did he realise as each year went by, thonti was to become more of a comedy piece than a serious fella. Yup that lady was noon other than, my vasan's good and maybe best friend, he earned in his first year......
Till date, thonti remains a comic character,maybe this laid the foundation for such great honours!!!!!!!!!!!
In the first week, thonti had developed a good rapport with the lady.Any lab notes, any doubts be it academic, general etc, were discussed with our respectable gentleman thonti!!!! My dear vasan, had the best handwriting i have, rather we ( our friends) have witnessed. Had he born few centuries back, half the writing on stones and walls might be his work.... Ya, even in paper, each letter would be carved out and they would stand distinctly......
Well one fine day, our lady of this particular story, had a glimpse of vasan's writing. Maybe she was awestruck with vasan's handwriting or maybe not, but that was the first day, she took notice of him and that is when she started moving with vasan...till then vasan was a lone soul in that group....everything was new to vasan, she took his lab notes, consulted him on academics etc, giggled with him....well thonti was slowly eclipsed....
As we were in the mid of the fourth week, thonti felt lonely and felt a deep pain in him. Vasan was in PV hostel then. Room number 320. One fine evening after dinner, thonti called on vasan.
Thonti: வாசன், நா பேசணும் உண்ட (I need to talk to you)
vasan: சொல்லு டா (tell me)
Thonti: கொஞ்ச நாலா நீ பண்றது என்னகு புடிகல. (For some days now, i don't like your activities)
Vasan was surprised. Vasan, when he came into the college was a lot afraid of everyone, everything. He was of passive nature. You can hardly find any aggression in him them. Only few around him knew the heights of his aggression, be it anything. With a raised BP vasan continued,
vasan: என்ன டா சொல்லு (ya tell me)
thonti: நீ அவல, XXX லவ் பன்றிய? (do u love her?)
vasan was glaring at him now....
vasan: ஏன்? நீ லவ் பன்றிய? (why? do u love her?)
thonti: ஆமா நா அவல சின்சீஎற லவ் பண்றேன். அதுனால நீ இன்னுமே அவளோட பேசாத. (Yes i am in love with her sincerely. Dont talk to her from now on!!!)
vasan: டேய் காலேஜ் அரம்சு 20 நாள் தான் டா ஆகுது. (its been just twenty days since our college began)
thonti: ஆமா, ஆனா அவல ரொம்ப லவ் பண்றேன். நீ வராத குறுக்க. அப்புறம் நடக்றதே வேற (yes. I her love so much. U don't come in between us. Then u will face the consequences)
Vasan was taken back with such dialogue. Maybe coz it had a girl in contention, our vasan threw strong words that day.
vasan: டேய் உன்னால முடுஞ்சத பாத்துக்கோ போட. (do whatever you want)
Though vasan did not really mean it, and was frightened that thonti might do him a lot of harm, little did he realise as each year went by, thonti was to become more of a comedy piece than a serious fella. Yup that lady was noon other than, my vasan's good and maybe best friend, he earned in his first year......
Till date, thonti remains a comic character,maybe this laid the foundation for such great honours!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Commission to educate a kid!!!!!!
Some four months back, I was returning to my office from egmore railway station. My office was very near to egmore railway station then. I took an auto, for it was just 20 rupees. it was hardly a 10mins drive. On my way back, the driver talked to me casually. He was talking about his earnings, his family, his kids and their aspirations. Well one of his kids would like to become a doctor while the other wants to travel abroad and earn handsomely....hmmm....good to dream!!!! I just enquired abt their age, they were just around 6 and 9 years old..Well such dreams with strong hold at that age must be nourished. I then enquired him what he does for living, well to my surprise, this fella doesn't have any bad habits!!! further more with a little water in his eyes,he said "i just want to fulfill their dream..."
Well, i was moved by his talk. On further discussions, i came to know he has recently become an LIC agent sine driving an auto alone, was not enough to run the family....As i was leaving his auto, he took my mobile number and requested me to take a LIC policy. Without hesitation, i gave him my number and told him that i will talk to him before the next weekend.....
I was already in the idea of taking a LIC policy. But till then i was looking for agents, who gave the commission they received when they finalize a policy. So i was contemplating whether to give this opportunity to this auto driver, who will no way give the commission, or someone else!!!!
I took almost two weeks before i decided to call this auto driver. I requested for a policy for some huge value. I went to his home on the day of signing the policy to check whether his narrations were in sync with his life!!!! Well as it turned out, i met those sweet kids. When asked about their aspirations, they voiced it with great pride....With no further thought i finished all proceedings and came back and never though about it once....
Today the auto driver called me up, thanked me for the high value policy i took few months back. The commission amount has been used for paying the kids school fee for the term. A sense of happiness engulfed me.....
Well I am happy today for, i was able to get the policy and also indirectly secure the education for at least two years.....
People who felt bored reading this and wanted to kill me...go ahead i am already insured!!!!!!!!!!
Well, i was moved by his talk. On further discussions, i came to know he has recently become an LIC agent sine driving an auto alone, was not enough to run the family....As i was leaving his auto, he took my mobile number and requested me to take a LIC policy. Without hesitation, i gave him my number and told him that i will talk to him before the next weekend.....
I was already in the idea of taking a LIC policy. But till then i was looking for agents, who gave the commission they received when they finalize a policy. So i was contemplating whether to give this opportunity to this auto driver, who will no way give the commission, or someone else!!!!
I took almost two weeks before i decided to call this auto driver. I requested for a policy for some huge value. I went to his home on the day of signing the policy to check whether his narrations were in sync with his life!!!! Well as it turned out, i met those sweet kids. When asked about their aspirations, they voiced it with great pride....With no further thought i finished all proceedings and came back and never though about it once....
Today the auto driver called me up, thanked me for the high value policy i took few months back. The commission amount has been used for paying the kids school fee for the term. A sense of happiness engulfed me.....
Well I am happy today for, i was able to get the policy and also indirectly secure the education for at least two years.....
People who felt bored reading this and wanted to kill me...go ahead i am already insured!!!!!!!!!!
Remember the KUTTANS
while i was surfing thorough YOUTUBE, i came across the following.
Well i have nothing against mallus or kerala, but ya seriously i have a lot against my friend KUTTAN. So with due respects, i dedicate this video to KUTTAN!!!!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Two frustrated Software Engineers
A[4:37 PM]: hi
B[4:37 PM]: Hi
A[4:37 PM]: how r u?
long time no see
B[4:37 PM]: did u got my mail??
A[4:38 PM]: whcih mail?
B[4:38 PM]: fiune .. how r u kutta
just now i sent
A[4:38 PM]: me doin good yaar
B[4:38 PM]: some fwd
A[4:38 PM]: oh i will check it
B[4:38 PM]: then... hows ur work going on
A[4:38 PM]: i have received
the mail
so what plans for the day
dude what time of day is it now in your place?
B[4:39 PM]: to escape as ealry as possible from here
A[4:39 PM]: here it is 439pm
B[4:39 PM]: here also same... seems we both are from same place.. huh ..
A[4:39 PM]: oh!!!
i am from asian continent dude
south asian where u from?
B[4:40 PM]: south asia....
A[4:43 PM]: me in south east asia actually
you are from?
B[4:43 PM]: i am from INDIA...
A[4:43 PM]: great dude me too from india :0
B[4:43 PM]: oh...
A[4:43 PM]: which part of india u are in
B[4:44 PM]: South east part of india...
A[4:44 PM]: great dude....whcih state? i live in southern india
B[4:45 PM]: me tooo... Tamilnadu... you ????????
A[4:45 PM]: great buddy
i am also fromt he same place....
but u told u live in south east india?
is your work place in south india?
B[4:46 PM]: ya... its in south india... yours??
A[4:46 PM]: i live and work in south india...my work place is chennai
where is yours?
B[4:47 PM]: Chennai itself!!!! Oh my Goddddddd!!!! We both work in same City !!!!!
A[4:47 PM]: WOW WOW WOW
where do you stay in chennai dude
i stay in KK nagar
B[4:47 PM]: bow bow bow
i stay in Mehta nagar
A[4:48 PM]: oh great...isn't that in nugabakkam?
B[4:49 PM]: no.. its in Amminjikarai area
A[4:49 PM]: oh!!!
i wan't aware of that
where is your office by the way?
B[4:49 PM]: okie... My office in OMR road
yours ??\
A[4:49 PM]: great!!!mine too in OMR road
u work for which concern?
i work for XXX
B[4:49 PM]: wher on OMR road ?
A[4:50 PM]: Its in perungudi
B[4:50 PM]: XXX?? are u kidding ?
A[4:50 PM]: what there to laugh about working oin XXX?
B[4:51 PM]: No... i am also working in XXX!!!!!!!!! i just wanted to double confirm ...
A[4:51 PM]: great dude....
where is your office?
in OMR road?
B[4:51 PM]: near PErungudi
urs?????
A[4:51 PM]: me too near perungudi....
what is your building name?
mine they call it ABC or DEF
B[4:53 PM]: bossss.... i think we are in same office... i too heard someone calling the building's name wher i work as ABC...
which floor bossss??????
A[4:53 PM]: me in 6th floor buddy...
which floor is your?
B[4:53 PM]: heyyyyyyyy... mine also 6th floorrrr
A[4:54 PM]: seems we are collegues
shich ODC is yours?
*which
B[4:54 PM]: is it???? wait a sec... mine is 605 ODC... which is urs?? now don tell me tht u also work in 605 odc!!!!!!!!!!!!
A[4:55 PM]: boSSS.......GRRRR.....how come i have not met u in all these days....mine is also ODC605...
where do u sit?
B[4:56 PM]: where r u Boss...
A[4:56 PM]: my seat number is 2-027
B[4:56 PM]: my seat numer is 39
A[4:56 PM]: buddy now dont tell me that u sit behind me!!!!
B[4:56 PM]: oh... not behind... but i sit by ur side......!!!!
A[4:57 PM]: oh great....dude
time for t i guess
Over the past few weeks, me and fellow team mate were really frustrated. We had loads of work, but literally no interests in geeting them done. With our kuttan around, we never felt like working....on one such evening it so happened that we had to engage our selves in such conversations to keep ourselves active :(:( .....
B[4:37 PM]: Hi
A[4:37 PM]: how r u?
long time no see
B[4:37 PM]: did u got my mail??
A[4:38 PM]: whcih mail?
B[4:38 PM]: fiune .. how r u kutta
just now i sent
A[4:38 PM]: me doin good yaar
B[4:38 PM]: some fwd
A[4:38 PM]: oh i will check it
B[4:38 PM]: then... hows ur work going on
A[4:38 PM]: i have received
the mail
so what plans for the day
dude what time of day is it now in your place?
B[4:39 PM]: to escape as ealry as possible from here
A[4:39 PM]: here it is 439pm
B[4:39 PM]: here also same... seems we both are from same place.. huh ..
A[4:39 PM]: oh!!!
i am from asian continent dude
south asian where u from?
B[4:40 PM]: south asia....
A[4:43 PM]: me in south east asia actually
you are from?
B[4:43 PM]: i am from INDIA...
A[4:43 PM]: great dude me too from india :0
B[4:43 PM]: oh...
A[4:43 PM]: which part of india u are in
B[4:44 PM]: South east part of india...
A[4:44 PM]: great dude....whcih state? i live in southern india
B[4:45 PM]: me tooo... Tamilnadu... you ????????
A[4:45 PM]: great buddy
i am also fromt he same place....
but u told u live in south east india?
is your work place in south india?
B[4:46 PM]: ya... its in south india... yours??
A[4:46 PM]: i live and work in south india...my work place is chennai
where is yours?
B[4:47 PM]: Chennai itself!!!! Oh my Goddddddd!!!! We both work in same City !!!!!
A[4:47 PM]: WOW WOW WOW
where do you stay in chennai dude
i stay in KK nagar
B[4:47 PM]: bow bow bow
i stay in Mehta nagar
A[4:48 PM]: oh great...isn't that in nugabakkam?
B[4:49 PM]: no.. its in Amminjikarai area
A[4:49 PM]: oh!!!
i wan't aware of that
where is your office by the way?
B[4:49 PM]: okie... My office in OMR road
yours ??\
A[4:49 PM]: great!!!mine too in OMR road
u work for which concern?
i work for XXX
B[4:49 PM]: wher on OMR road ?
A[4:50 PM]: Its in perungudi
B[4:50 PM]: XXX?? are u kidding ?
A[4:50 PM]: what there to laugh about working oin XXX?
B[4:51 PM]: No... i am also working in XXX!!!!!!!!! i just wanted to double confirm ...
A[4:51 PM]: great dude....
where is your office?
in OMR road?
B[4:51 PM]: near PErungudi
urs?????
A[4:51 PM]: me too near perungudi....
what is your building name?
mine they call it ABC or DEF
B[4:53 PM]: bossss.... i think we are in same office... i too heard someone calling the building's name wher i work as ABC...
which floor bossss??????
A[4:53 PM]: me in 6th floor buddy...
which floor is your?
B[4:53 PM]: heyyyyyyyy... mine also 6th floorrrr
A[4:54 PM]: seems we are collegues
shich ODC is yours?
*which
B[4:54 PM]: is it???? wait a sec... mine is 605 ODC... which is urs?? now don tell me tht u also work in 605 odc!!!!!!!!!!!!
A[4:55 PM]: boSSS.......GRRRR.....how come i have not met u in all these days....mine is also ODC605...
where do u sit?
B[4:56 PM]: where r u Boss...
A[4:56 PM]: my seat number is 2-027
B[4:56 PM]: my seat numer is 39
A[4:56 PM]: buddy now dont tell me that u sit behind me!!!!
B[4:56 PM]: oh... not behind... but i sit by ur side......!!!!
A[4:57 PM]: oh great....dude
time for t i guess
Over the past few weeks, me and fellow team mate were really frustrated. We had loads of work, but literally no interests in geeting them done. With our kuttan around, we never felt like working....on one such evening it so happened that we had to engage our selves in such conversations to keep ourselves active :(:( .....
first encounter with AIDS!!!!
It was year 1997 and i had just stepped in to 7Th standard. Those were the time when Radio's were becoming obsolete. Yup FM's were yet to revolutionise things. People in my home had the habit of listening to TRICHY AM. Few spiritual things followed by morning news interested them. Only when the news came on air, i used to wake up....I guess it was aired around 7 in the morning.
This song always ended in a beautiful rhyming note adorned (LOL) with the following words
எய்ட்ஸா பத்தி தெரிஞ்சுக்குங்க, எச்சரிக்கயாயை இருந்துக்குங்க!!!!!
Well since that was the first thing i hear in the morning, these two lines soon found its own niche in my head, when i was finding 2+2=4 to be difficult...After that whenever people in my home talk about some disease or hygienic or something bad, these two will take center stage in my bloody head. For long i wished i knew what aids was.....I always thought AIDS was someone, some person or some animal and i need to fight him with my bare hands when i encounter....
But as each day passed by and me waking up to the music of the ad campaign, the fear about aids grew to far greater heights than i could think about. On a fine holiday i was sitting idly, reading some spooky stuff...
That is when I really got the idea of what AIDS was!!!! BRILLIANT. AIDS is an evil soul. எய்ட்ஸ் ஒரு பேய், பூதம். (its an evil spirit, demon). It can attack anytime when it enters our house. A great idea struck me.
My grand dad is a vedic scholar. My dad was busy with his office files, while mom was reading some magazine. Since it was a holiday everyone was relaxed and it was well past 2 in the noon. I went to my mom
me: அம்மா நா ஒன்னு சொல்லணும்!!!! (ma, i need to tell u something)
My mom was puzzled. What a 7th standard boy could tell her???!!!
mom: என்னடா ?
me: அம்மா நம்ப வீட்டுக்கு எய்ட்ஸ் வராம இருக்க.... (ma, to prevent AIDS from entering our home)
By now dad has also got his attention on me, my mom had a total expressionless face...
me: தாத்தாட சொல்லி வீட்டு வாசல எய்ட்சுக்கு மந்திருச்சு காப்பு கட்ட சொல்லு மா, அப்பறம் நம்ப வீட்டுக்கு எய்ட்சு வாரதுமா.....
(tell grand dad, and tie a knot in our house entrance with proper rituals so that AIDS will not come to our home)
By now my mom, dad and grand dad were laughing like anything. I was embarrassed. Finally after some 5mins my mom enquired
mom: யாருடா உண்ட எய்ட்ஸ் பத்தி சொன்னது? (who told u about aids?)
me: அதான் டெய்லி கார்த்தால ரேடியோல படறாங்களே!!!! (Daily morning they are singing about it in the radio) and i sang the last two lines, as if i was in ARR studio!!!!
Though my mom told not to worry about it, it took me some 5 more years to understand the basics of evolution and AIDS!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :) LOL
Immediately after the news ended, there was ad campaign, to spread the awareness about AIDS. by the time i became aware of my existence and the reality, this ad campaign would be near its end. For me music always interested. And these people had a song for educating the masses...
This song always ended in a beautiful rhyming note adorned (LOL) with the following words
எய்ட்ஸா பத்தி தெரிஞ்சுக்குங்க, எச்சரிக்கயாயை இருந்துக்குங்க!!!!!
(know about aids and beware of aids!!!!)
Well since that was the first thing i hear in the morning, these two lines soon found its own niche in my head, when i was finding 2+2=4 to be difficult...After that whenever people in my home talk about some disease or hygienic or something bad, these two will take center stage in my bloody head. For long i wished i knew what aids was.....I always thought AIDS was someone, some person or some animal and i need to fight him with my bare hands when i encounter....
But as each day passed by and me waking up to the music of the ad campaign, the fear about aids grew to far greater heights than i could think about. On a fine holiday i was sitting idly, reading some spooky stuff...
That is when I really got the idea of what AIDS was!!!! BRILLIANT. AIDS is an evil soul. எய்ட்ஸ் ஒரு பேய், பூதம். (its an evil spirit, demon). It can attack anytime when it enters our house. A great idea struck me.
My grand dad is a vedic scholar. My dad was busy with his office files, while mom was reading some magazine. Since it was a holiday everyone was relaxed and it was well past 2 in the noon. I went to my mom
me: அம்மா நா ஒன்னு சொல்லணும்!!!! (ma, i need to tell u something)
My mom was puzzled. What a 7th standard boy could tell her???!!!
mom: என்னடா ?
me: அம்மா நம்ப வீட்டுக்கு எய்ட்ஸ் வராம இருக்க.... (ma, to prevent AIDS from entering our home)
By now dad has also got his attention on me, my mom had a total expressionless face...
me: தாத்தாட சொல்லி வீட்டு வாசல எய்ட்சுக்கு மந்திருச்சு காப்பு கட்ட சொல்லு மா, அப்பறம் நம்ப வீட்டுக்கு எய்ட்சு வாரதுமா.....
(tell grand dad, and tie a knot in our house entrance with proper rituals so that AIDS will not come to our home)
By now my mom, dad and grand dad were laughing like anything. I was embarrassed. Finally after some 5mins my mom enquired
mom: யாருடா உண்ட எய்ட்ஸ் பத்தி சொன்னது? (who told u about aids?)
me: அதான் டெய்லி கார்த்தால ரேடியோல படறாங்களே!!!! (Daily morning they are singing about it in the radio) and i sang the last two lines, as if i was in ARR studio!!!!
Again there were laughter in the house. Then my mom told nothing to worry about it.....To this day when we sit and talk about old things in my house, we still laugh together...
Though my mom told not to worry about it, it took me some 5 more years to understand the basics of evolution and AIDS!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :) LOL
For the carnatic music lovers
A famous keerthanai of dikshithar, kayarohanesam was a favorite of mine. Whenever i find myself alone, this particluar song as rendered by maharajapuram santhanam hovers my mind. I had for long wanted to know the meaning of this song, and last night i sat with the determination of knowing what it really meant and did a bit of googling....well i came across the following website
This has nearly 1000 keerthanas of thyagaraja, dikshitar written in English, Devanagari, Tamil, Kannada, Telugu etc scripts for easy reading and meaning in English. Voila, this is one site, i was looking for a long time now :) :)
Monday, June 1, 2009
How long can the last rites be delayed?
Eventually one day or the other, everyone of us, gonna perform last rite for someone, and someone will be performing the same for us :) :). But assuming u die today, how long can the last rites be postponed? Will u be happy if it is done say two days later? a week later? a year later??maybe it may not sound important for you when u are already dead and whatever happens to the body :) :)....
I was browsing through the various news articles in Times Of India which i do regularly. I Was just astound to find, UP government houses a lot of mummies... No kidding, the SCLM of their state has bodies which date backs to 1970. Seems the UP government has no proper rules to help them out sort the issue....Well, when it comes to government offices, the employees always seem to follow the rules with great priority...hmmm well INDIA IS REALLY SHINING...here is the article link
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Cities/Woman-awaits-last-rites-for-25-yrs/articleshow/4587067.cms
I was browsing through the various news articles in Times Of India which i do regularly. I Was just astound to find, UP government houses a lot of mummies... No kidding, the SCLM of their state has bodies which date backs to 1970. Seems the UP government has no proper rules to help them out sort the issue....Well, when it comes to government offices, the employees always seem to follow the rules with great priority...hmmm well INDIA IS REALLY SHINING...here is the article link
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Cities/Woman-awaits-last-rites-for-25-yrs/articleshow/4587067.cms
From the books of KUTTAN
Kuttan may be right only, but my feeling is that....
kuttan is feeling like that?
it may go for a big toss ille!!!
it ill cause big problems kutta...
Anyway I will be here from 9am, u can come leisurely by 930am (this is a standard dialogue, when people come on weekends)
We will go a quick discussion.... (meaning this is gonna be a 2 hour discussion)
shall we discuss for 5 mins? (i don't understand please explain everything from scratch, however long it takes!!!!!)
When do u need a cab? ( when some one is about to leave for the day)
Kuttan can book a cab for 1am ille? ( when some one decides there is no use in staying in office around 11pm)
super catch kutta!!! ( when someone finds an error or raises a valid point that is understood by him)
I am ok with that. ( I have not understood, i don't want to confuse myself)
Actually this is regarding....(whenever he starts discussion)
Send a mail and make sure it reaches me!!!!
yesterday u left early(10pm) ille, so today u book a cab for 11pm or later
Since today u are leaving late (1130pm), u can come in late by 930am!!!!
We will not tell others kutta!!! ( we will not discuss with others, then they will identify the faults)
tea aducho? ( did u have tea?)
I don't understand kutta!!!! ( I don't want to discuss further)
add che-in-go!!!! (to add something)
masala aducho!!!! (to add some irrelevant details in the design specification document)
adi vanguma? ( u want me to slap u? just kidding!!!)
it will take hit ille!!! ( Means customer gonna trash the module)
kuttan is feeling like that?
it may go for a big toss ille!!!
it ill cause big problems kutta...
Anyway I will be here from 9am, u can come leisurely by 930am (this is a standard dialogue, when people come on weekends)
We will go a quick discussion.... (meaning this is gonna be a 2 hour discussion)
shall we discuss for 5 mins? (i don't understand please explain everything from scratch, however long it takes!!!!!)
When do u need a cab? ( when some one is about to leave for the day)
Kuttan can book a cab for 1am ille? ( when some one decides there is no use in staying in office around 11pm)
super catch kutta!!! ( when someone finds an error or raises a valid point that is understood by him)
I am ok with that. ( I have not understood, i don't want to confuse myself)
Actually this is regarding....(whenever he starts discussion)
Send a mail and make sure it reaches me!!!!
yesterday u left early(10pm) ille, so today u book a cab for 11pm or later
Since today u are leaving late (1130pm), u can come in late by 930am!!!!
We will not tell others kutta!!! ( we will not discuss with others, then they will identify the faults)
tea aducho? ( did u have tea?)
I don't understand kutta!!!! ( I don't want to discuss further)
add che-in-go!!!! (to add something)
masala aducho!!!! (to add some irrelevant details in the design specification document)
adi vanguma? ( u want me to slap u? just kidding!!!)
it will take hit ille!!! ( Means customer gonna trash the module)
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