A peculiar history and a famous tune

Of the many songs that touched a chord in me, there are few songs which can never be forgotten for the story that it has behind it. Whenever this story has been discussed I have always found myself laughing loudly, ofcourse apart from the stake holders everyone had laughed time and again. I will try to jolt it here with the right essence as much as i can....

There was this girl Padmalochana in our college. Not a beauty, though many boys just fell for her, purely because she was accepted to be a girl with the right assets in the society :):). fair, plump and bit more than 5ft, she made sure she was in the news whenever mouths started to gossip. Had it not been for the college, people would have wondered whether she was any movie star for the amount of cosmetics that rested on her face. Trying to prove her intelligence and authority of words she always fumbled when it came to talking simple language. pumpkin would be the perfect replacement for her head, she never forgot to try and charm men with whom she conversed.

Sathyan was just another normal guy that any college going individual want to relate to. Fair, tall and lean with sharp eyes, he was the jack of most trades that a guy of 20 could be exposed to. Name it, he will know it. He was always simply clad and spoke the languages of the laymen. Down to earth and when it came to matters of fact and truth he rarely lied and denied his ignorance which earned him a lot of mockery and reputation. Nevertheless he struck to his principles. Like any other student, he always aimed for the top and found himself placed just above average or just average.

Sathyan never had any idea about Padmalochana. So was his brotherly friend Kailashnath. Built with a lot of muscles, Kailashnath possessed a bit too much of practical knowledge as he always boasts. True to his name, he held the clan of friends together or rather the clan wanted him to be the leader for he was a good scapegoat :):). He too was simply clad, had too much of hair and a funny mush which disappeared time and again.

It was every one's habit to discuss things and consult Kailashnath, whether it was of great importance or a matter of visiting the rest room. YUP. He was the leader!!!! And leaders are there to guide people rite??!!!!! :):) Neither Sathyan nor Kailashnath had conversed much with Padmalochana. Like any other story there is a 'FIRST' here too. It was on a pleasant day, Sathyan spoke a few general words which ultimately laid the basic foundation of a great epic and knotted this beautiful episode with that epic.

NO NO!!! I am not gonna write about the epic here. I am not sure, If i can talk about it...but rest assured I am talking about a minuscule episode in that epic. Ya minuscule.....

Soon Sathayan and Padmalochana were friends. As it has happened time and again in the history, when two individuals becomes friends, so does individual's best friends come into the circle too....and Kailashnath was no exception. More than Sathyan, Kailashnath became the all time best friend for Padmalochana.

Soon they talked often, walked the hot, humid and sunny evenings when the final hour was over from the department to the college entrance for another hour. Shared the same glass of lemon juice which each of them tasted a little while someone around them gulped down the rest of the glass or maybe the entire content!!!! During the month of march and april, Kailashnath was never comfortable sitting inside the class in that hot temperature. But he never hesitated to order a lemon juice and sit under the asbestos sheet hours together in the famous Krishna Canteen. Soon I&U became we&us, lunch time extended till the end of day and Kailashnath was nowhere to be found with his regular friends.

It was Sathayan, who first identified the changes, for his plans were being trashed and nobody bothered to hear his feelings. He wanted something else to happen, but catastrophe was well within the vicinity. Sathyan neither had the courage to ask Kailashnath, for the respect he had on him nor was he able to get the message going across to Padmalochana. On a cloudy noon, Sathyan took Kailashnath to his home. They had good lunch, it was all fun time. Sathyan was elated as he felt he had some good moments with his best pal after a long long time. He was so much energised, Sathyan decided to entertain Kailashnath with some good music and video in his PC.

Sathyan added some good and latest music of that time in the media player. It was during that time of the year when the hit movie paruttheeveran audio was released. Yuvan had scored the music. Sathayan was much attracted to the "ஐயய்யோ" number. But Kailashnath was sceptical when Sathyan praised the songs. Sometime into the conversation, Sathyan's mobile gave out beautiful music indicating the call was from Padmalochana. More than Sathayan, she wanted to talk to kailashnath......>

As Sathyan handed the phone over to Kailashnath, Sathayan's energy level started to shrink. For the next few mins horror struck Sathyan, for Padmalochana and Kailashnath were being entertained by the same song "ஐயய்யோ" over the phone. Sathyan was shocked and was unable to respond when Kailashnath shot back, "ஐயய்யோ is really a very good song".

"For you guys to be entertained, do u require my PC, my mobile? And she wants my mobile to entertain him?", were the thoughts of Sathyan when Kailashnath hung the call as soon as the track reached its last milli second.

That is why, whenever i hear this song, i cannot forget this incident, nor can i forget the pathetic situation in which Sathyan was, nor can i stop myself from revisiting all the events from this great epic.

DISCLAIMER:

I am not a fool to confess that this is a true story nor am i brilliant enough with no ethics to convince u people that this is a pure work of fiction. If at all u find any resemblance to any character living or dead, that may or may not be co-incidental, and i take no responsibility for it....People who are convinced this is true but not exactly what happened, then it is likely that some portions are modified to suit all audiences.....and that again is maybe!!!!!!!! And people who agree that this is a pure work of fiction....THANKS A LOT!!!!

Definite moment....

May 6,2008. It was just another morning for me. But people were flocking around getting dressed up and keeping themselves busy even in the mess hall of our hostel. Many felt, they finally gonna find their destiny. It was just another company visiting our campus as part of the placement program.

Our room was always electric. Not in the sense we too were in the mood just like the others in the campus....we just had our usual routine. Each one of us got up, made fun of each other...kept mocking at the people who were busy with their placement preparations. The only difference that i am able to rember right now is that, me mokkai, kadalai and vasan took bath early. We were neatly dressed up. And to surprise of ourselves, we all were shaved clean:):):)yup...at least one of us (either me or vasan) in the room always badly needed a good shave!!!!!!!( yup kadalai can never be found unshaved, while for mokkai...."company secrets cannot be disclosed" LOL)

me vasan and kadalai left early to mess and mokkai followed us after sometime. That was because of his unusual, weird perceptions and ideas. To describe, how his ideas of basic day to day activities (bathing, brushing etc) can be weird, will require an entire post spanning few weeks to complete:):)...so just take my word....his was(and still is) the best weird custom and perceptions of doing things, i have come across till date(MOKKAI!!!! no offence meant here, if u are reading this:):)...TO ALL OTHERS, i must confess he is the most hygienic guy on the earth i have met till date)

I still remember we had vadai on that day, along with kichadi and idly too i guess...not sure...while everyone else was hurrying for the pre placement talks, we kept our cool, while i was busy counting the number of vadas i was having, vasan was busy mocking at kadalai who in turn was busy gulping down as much sambar and chutny rather than idlis and kichadi!!!!!

Mokkai joined in and he too had his share of fun mocking at vasan, for his beautiful hairstyle!!!! I am sure people would have cursed us like anything:):) The walk from our mess to the pre placement talk centre took 15mins. On our way we were joined by vasudevan...Even on that day vasudevan was not spared. We reached the building and to our amazement, the auditorium was packed.....GUESS WHAT!!!! just like any other movie theatre, friends from our department had reserved seats for us!!!!!!!!!WOW....people where busy preparing for placement, irked coz they couldn't get in...but with great calm, we made our way in:):):)

Just like any other pre placement talk, showcasing what they have achieved, and what they may achieve and after all if we join them whats in store for us!!!! All the while, we were giggling and chatting, least bothered about the presentation. Mokkai was the serious guy who made note of the irrelevant key points from the slide!!!!! Immediately after the pre placement talk we had the so called aptitude test....To put in layman words choose the best(desired) one (or rather do inniki pinki ponkey kinda...LOL)

It was just another class room, we chose our seats. Thonti, kadalai made sure they sat next to each other. While vasudevan was seated on my right, vasan and mokkai were lost else where. The much awaited test began. Thonti as usual decided to follow the inniki ponki style for the few and discuss with kadalai for the major half. somehow or the other, we completed and came out. It took them two hours to put up the list of people shortlisted for the next round. Almost most of us made it to the list except for few unlucky people...(i just realise now, it was a blessing in disguise for them!!!!)

We got ourselves ready for the interview round. While me thonti and kadalai were seated on one side, vasan and mokkai took the other. For two hours me and kadalai sat there giggling and mocking at all the people...finally vexed with the wait, we really needed some entertainment...my eyes were firmly struck on thonti...for one and half hours, we had the ultimate fun. After which, kadalai was called in, followed by thonti and then me!!!! Finally the interview was over. It was ten by then. I was sure i had lost it...After few chit chatting we decided to fill our tummy. We were sure, nothign was in the mess. So we reached our famous college canteen. The man in charge was already pulling the shutters. We grabbed the available biscuits and chips and came out. We were joined by bandu and manmadhan...once again the fun began....bandu was at this best and with manmadhan around, we just rocked....After the so called dinner, i decided to retire for the day. And so did others. But vasan didn't feel like sleeping so he persuaded us to wait for the result and hence we restrained from leaving fro hostel...

May 7,2008. We were still roaming....The temple, which was always populated by couples and lovers, was deserted....the ever busy office rooms were closed. That was the only time all through my college life, i felt happy to be part of that college...it was great to be there....It was 2am, when the results were anounced. All were asked to gather, from the first floor, the selected names were read. Each one of us mokkai, kadalai, me, vasan, viswanathan and finally vasudevan too were called out.

We were directed to our esteemed(or so was thought about) training and placement auditorium. Each one of us was handed the offer letter. True, One definite moment of our lives. It was 2.30 in the morning, we all signed the offer letter....

To be continued.....

It was always a treat, for vasudevan, to eat at the expense of manmadhan...lets call him madan. During the initial days of out college life madan, vasudevan and marudha shared the same room in the hostel. Madan always brought a lot to hog on whenever he returned from home....

It was always a practice to pester madan to buy juices from our college canteen. Vasudevan had no other work, other than to pursue the same, day after day, evening after evening...One fine evening madan was busy with his friend benuka. Vasudevan was always good at spotting madan with the opposite sex. As usual, vasudevan interrupted the party.

Vasudevan: மச்சான் எனக்கு ஒரு ஜூஸ் வாங்கி குடு டா. (get me a juice da!!!)
Madan: உன்னகேல்லாம் வாங்கி தர முடியாது போடா.கைல காசு இல்லடா. ( sorry cannot get for u. I dont have money )
Vasudevan: என்ன மச்சான், எனக்கு வாங்கி தர மாட்டிய? (cant u get for me?)
Madan: போடா!!!!!!(get lost)

All the while madan had ordered two juices one for him and one for benuka....vasudevan lost his cool. The juice was ready. Madan took the juice and was happily walking towards the table where benuka was seated. As soon as madan placed the juice in front of benuka, vasudevan, proceeded. When benuka extended her hand to pick the glass, vasudevan was already ahead of her.

Madan's face turned red. Vasudevan gulped down the juice in one shot
Vasudevan: ஹாய்!!!!! மச்சான் தேங்க்ஸ் டா.....எனேகேல்லாம் ஜூஸ் வாங்கி தர!!!!! (hi!!!! Thanks for getting me a juice!!!!!)

What happened between madan and benuka, we have no history, but sure, madan would have lost his sleep that night!!!!!!

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!!!!!

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....

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!!!!!!!!!!!

Fella Name Thonti

It was my first day of my college. I was searching for my name in a board that spanned for few 100 meters. There were more number of sections than a set of alphabets could accommodate. Finally i found my name in section 'N'. It was the first day of my college and already i was late. There was a bit of shiver running down my spine. I don't know where my classroom was. I wanted to reach my destination b4 some seniors could lay their sight on me.....

Finally after few stumbles here and there, i found my classroom. The first hour had already started. I sat at the last row as usual....Last bench has always been my favorite. At the start of the third hour, i moved to second row. A young lad, the centre of whose forehead was decorated with a fat line of kumkum, with fine hair cut was sitting. I was quite scared to sit next to him.

Here was a guy whose was sitting as though he is next only to god with all shades of color on his forehead, with a rudraksh round his neck. I was wondering all this and the bell went off indicating its the morning break. Since it was our first year only few people dared to go out. After the break we had Engineering Drawing. We had no idea where to go. This guy came up to me and introduced himself, " I am XXX, lets stay together, these people have no senses and are ill cultured". WOW. Here is a man who looks next to god and he wants to be with me....This fella then had a small protruding tummy.

Months went by, the antics of this fella in the name of god and food where chanceless. As the first semester came to an end, he was christened THONTI. For the way he ate, the small tummy had bulged out enough and so was the name.....

I thought thonti deserved an introduction before i can relate all his antics, so here we come to the end of the post...watch out for more posts on THONTI's tales

THONTI THONTI THONTI