It was destiny that the bearer had to catch his first glimpse of this lovely world, on this very day, 18 years ago, born to etch an eternal mark in world history, treading the paths of prominent greats like Chaplin and Einstein who had stepped foot on earth, this very same day!..
Here's wishing Supermur a joyous, sparkling and an amazing future and he wishes to utilise this opportunity to thank all those who remembered to wish him and to those who wanted to, but were engrossed in various forms of academic pursuit or were effectively intoxicated by slumber!...
Thank You!
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Of Woes, Rows, Blows, Muttakose and those nice sweet crows!!...
“Smile, even if it's a sad smile, because sadder than a sad smile is the sadness of not knowing how to smile.”
- Anonymous
By dusk yesterday, I had come to a conclusion that God had invariably chosen to go for advance booking of the blue devils on the 14th of April 2006 for this innocent but gentle boy called Murali living somewhere in the heart of Besant Nagar!...
I had an electric start to the day, or rather a 'non-electric' start to the day, as I wake up, not to the regular chirping or cooing of the blue-winged bird whose name I still am unable to find in most encylopaedias, or to the loud but totally insignificant conversation between my mom and dad about the vegetable seller's late arrival, or to the vibration of my phone whose ringtone is perfectly inaudible, but because I was sweating like a dog, as the fan was not working due to the absence of power!...I also had only forty minutes to get ready and rush to Satyam for the screening of '300' failing which I would be flooded with phone calls and messages questioning my delay and simultaneously butchering my so called dignity!...
I rush to the wash-basin and grab my brush and I see the shelf adorned by two lovely candles givng me the effect of having a candle-light dinner with my own image which was facing me from the mirror!...Torpedoes continue to fall, as I find the geyser and the iron dormantly staring at me from their respective places!..."Plagued be thy life" said voices from the ether, as I aimlessly wandered around the house hunting for solutions. I finally get ready, fill my hunger by staring at the bread loaf and rush to the theatre at supersonic speed, smiling at yawning traffic-policemen, thanking my lucky stars that I don't live in the U.S or in Britain and return home two hours later, after having had compensation for the early morning woes by watching a decent flick, and I try to smile and Bang!...The voice speaks again!..Oh Shoot!..
A row with my mom is generally not an appreciable event as the aftermath continues to keep my day engulfed by guilt, shame and regretfulness. My mom is a good cook. She might be no Sanjay Kapoor but she surely is not the kind who makes people pray before eating!...I wonder why she made that wierd curry thing yesterday. It had a mixture of tomatoes and muttakose in pathetic proportions cut in hilarious angles.(For all those Tamilnadu immigrants and Shakespeare enthusiasts out there, 'muttakose' means cabbage!..)..I always thought it was a miracle how feuds could crop up in the most unexpected of situations and yet manage to magnify themselves to such vast proportions that they scare you out of your wits and rob you of your sleep for two full nights!...After yesterday I had no choice but to believe that it was one's own fault that quarrels materialize!...I just blurted out a perfectly needless, stupid and not-so-funny-at-all statement that made my mother defend her cooking skills and thus a verbal war popped out of thin air. I have to say that it was totally my fault that my mom had to walk around with that long face all day!....
As I work at accomplishing this gargantuan task of bringing myself out of the day's misery, I realise that as I keep getting myself out of one problem, there always arises another to substitute the former. Here's the next. I sit on my computer and do what I'm best at - Nothing!...Sometimes it is advisable that I just keep my ears and eyes inactive and try gaining some peace..But I'm either unique or plain stupid which is why I landed up being the victim of the next disaster in the sequence. I hear my sister yelling out that my college senior was singing on tv and as I run, I fail to notice that my study table is slightly moved to the left(I guess since I never studied much in the near past, the study table must have chosen to punish me by itself!....) and I bang my little finger against it.(Ouch!..It hurt!..)To add fuel to the fire, the singer landed up not being my senior at all!..
There are incidents that might be small in magnitude yet might spark a burning flame in you!...This incident was responsible for restoring my sleep, peace and happiness, though I strongly wish the boy burns in hell!...Trouser-clad boys with no slippers and no money to equip themselves with the same are always a menace...There was one such specimen who happened to be armed with a catapult and the mean machine that he is, he aims at a crow on the ground and hits it perfectly!...Bulls Eye!...Jesus!..He was so accurate, I cursed the Olympic committee for not having had this as an official game!...For a change India might have had a gold!...Oh wait!....Why am I praisin him now??!!...The boy went to pick up the bird and suddenly, out of nowhere a whole gang of crows come swooping down and stand guard for the injured. They made this unintelligible noise which was a bad combo of a shriek and a caw, but was scary enough to make the boy turn a 180 and run for dear life!...
Such is relationship!...I must be mentally retarded because I was unable to realise its importance yesterday. I walked home, struck by the hammer of wisdom and I apologised to my mother and...Oh I'm really not good at the serious talk, am I?...I must conclude by saying that it was one dramatic day and I swore that if it were ever made into a film, I should only be the director and never the protagonist!...
- Anonymous
By dusk yesterday, I had come to a conclusion that God had invariably chosen to go for advance booking of the blue devils on the 14th of April 2006 for this innocent but gentle boy called Murali living somewhere in the heart of Besant Nagar!...
I had an electric start to the day, or rather a 'non-electric' start to the day, as I wake up, not to the regular chirping or cooing of the blue-winged bird whose name I still am unable to find in most encylopaedias, or to the loud but totally insignificant conversation between my mom and dad about the vegetable seller's late arrival, or to the vibration of my phone whose ringtone is perfectly inaudible, but because I was sweating like a dog, as the fan was not working due to the absence of power!...I also had only forty minutes to get ready and rush to Satyam for the screening of '300' failing which I would be flooded with phone calls and messages questioning my delay and simultaneously butchering my so called dignity!...
I rush to the wash-basin and grab my brush and I see the shelf adorned by two lovely candles givng me the effect of having a candle-light dinner with my own image which was facing me from the mirror!...Torpedoes continue to fall, as I find the geyser and the iron dormantly staring at me from their respective places!..."Plagued be thy life" said voices from the ether, as I aimlessly wandered around the house hunting for solutions. I finally get ready, fill my hunger by staring at the bread loaf and rush to the theatre at supersonic speed, smiling at yawning traffic-policemen, thanking my lucky stars that I don't live in the U.S or in Britain and return home two hours later, after having had compensation for the early morning woes by watching a decent flick, and I try to smile and Bang!...The voice speaks again!..Oh Shoot!..
A row with my mom is generally not an appreciable event as the aftermath continues to keep my day engulfed by guilt, shame and regretfulness. My mom is a good cook. She might be no Sanjay Kapoor but she surely is not the kind who makes people pray before eating!...I wonder why she made that wierd curry thing yesterday. It had a mixture of tomatoes and muttakose in pathetic proportions cut in hilarious angles.(For all those Tamilnadu immigrants and Shakespeare enthusiasts out there, 'muttakose' means cabbage!..)..I always thought it was a miracle how feuds could crop up in the most unexpected of situations and yet manage to magnify themselves to such vast proportions that they scare you out of your wits and rob you of your sleep for two full nights!...After yesterday I had no choice but to believe that it was one's own fault that quarrels materialize!...I just blurted out a perfectly needless, stupid and not-so-funny-at-all statement that made my mother defend her cooking skills and thus a verbal war popped out of thin air. I have to say that it was totally my fault that my mom had to walk around with that long face all day!....
As I work at accomplishing this gargantuan task of bringing myself out of the day's misery, I realise that as I keep getting myself out of one problem, there always arises another to substitute the former. Here's the next. I sit on my computer and do what I'm best at - Nothing!...Sometimes it is advisable that I just keep my ears and eyes inactive and try gaining some peace..But I'm either unique or plain stupid which is why I landed up being the victim of the next disaster in the sequence. I hear my sister yelling out that my college senior was singing on tv and as I run, I fail to notice that my study table is slightly moved to the left(I guess since I never studied much in the near past, the study table must have chosen to punish me by itself!....) and I bang my little finger against it.(Ouch!..It hurt!..)To add fuel to the fire, the singer landed up not being my senior at all!..
There are incidents that might be small in magnitude yet might spark a burning flame in you!...This incident was responsible for restoring my sleep, peace and happiness, though I strongly wish the boy burns in hell!...Trouser-clad boys with no slippers and no money to equip themselves with the same are always a menace...There was one such specimen who happened to be armed with a catapult and the mean machine that he is, he aims at a crow on the ground and hits it perfectly!...Bulls Eye!...Jesus!..He was so accurate, I cursed the Olympic committee for not having had this as an official game!...For a change India might have had a gold!...Oh wait!....Why am I praisin him now??!!...The boy went to pick up the bird and suddenly, out of nowhere a whole gang of crows come swooping down and stand guard for the injured. They made this unintelligible noise which was a bad combo of a shriek and a caw, but was scary enough to make the boy turn a 180 and run for dear life!...
Such is relationship!...I must be mentally retarded because I was unable to realise its importance yesterday. I walked home, struck by the hammer of wisdom and I apologised to my mother and...Oh I'm really not good at the serious talk, am I?...I must conclude by saying that it was one dramatic day and I swore that if it were ever made into a film, I should only be the director and never the protagonist!...
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