Ravings of an illiterate mind!

The Theif

2011-12-26T11:10:00.000-08:00

in my room ... no one was der
so wen i came to my room... isaw the bathroom was lokd frm inside\
no one uses it othr tan me or amma
so i cald amma..
but no one responded
i told achan in d next room
he came running
he thot it was some theif out to get the gold
and thn ..... i cud hear bathroom noises... an i was pretty sure a theif wudnt use d bathroom
and thn ... my dad kickd open the door
and wat do v see...
appooppan crouching for cover
he s lyk... taazhe ammmooomma odnu..so....
ningal vilichadu njn ketilla
he s never coming upsatirs agn
he literally sat on d floor and myt have got the shock of his lifetym
luckily he s still alive
he s lyk... wondering shud i hide 'ente avidem' or my toothless mouth
u shid never curse like this booo
he cudnt evn run

Judgement Day

2011-10-17T10:54:00.000-07:00

Yes the time's come.... I get judged tomorrow. The event happens through 5 hectic days. 5 Days of no sleep, no rest and a lot of stress. Don't know why but my mind's peaceful now.....kinda 'all is well' mode. Major memories whiz past my mind but i simply can't seem to focus on anything at the moment. A type of cerebral ataxia. I might make it through this time but to what extent? When will this struggling come to an end? I had my chance and I blew it. I feel ignored and depressed. Well actually not depressed but still caught between two worlds. I feel I'm having opium induced psychedelic thoughts although i haven't been in a mile radius of weed / opium. Well even that's not an accurate statement... my roomie is a major consumer:). He just wants to be happy all the time.
Yes, coming back to my miserable life .... I just wanna go home...hug my girl .....eat my mom's food and have a nice sleep on my bed. In this place everything's so complicated and everyone's so important. They can't even appreciate a good joke anymore.:(
Even then when I sit and think about it ..... its just a stupid mid term exam ...and I did write all this to waste both your and my time... Ciao:)

Inexperienced Writer

2011-08-08T12:33:00.000-07:00

Two months into this new course, I realize that I've been wasting my life entirely on something useless.And that something is - Education. I find studies to be resource consuming and stress - giving. Why would people study when they could do the same through experience?

I'm saying all this since i realized my true calling- Music. I've been born to do music. NO, on a much serious note I think that half of the world's population should stop studying and start looking for experience.

Why would an inexperienced person like me...start preaching, you would wonder!! Well , I've been doing an MBA course for the past two months...And the only word I've been hearing is EXPERIENCE!! well i do lack that but do you people have to rub it my face?? When you study management the teacher says EXPERIENCE , when you study Finance the teacher says EXPERIENCE .... Even my fellow classmates boast about their experiences. IF you people like to have experienced people then why would you take in inexperienced graduates like me into your college...Just to make me feel bad eh??? Anyway the plans working out...I already feel like running away and to work my ass out in some stupid corporate before i come back and show them who's Boss!!... I'm no quitter and I'll fight against the system. I just wish more people would do the same..Then maybe we could form unions and conduct strikes and go for rally..and have lime juice together ..Free lime juice means everyone perks up..right...??? ASSHOLES!!! :P

Unwelcomed Visitor

2010-10-06T11:34:00.000-07:00

Knock...knock... I had heard the sound. It was a fine sunday morning and i had got up late... no work or homework. One of those rare days which i got to do the things tat i wantd. And tat included a good sleep, late breakfast, Tv , a game of cards with my mates and finally a dinner at the Mcdonald s joint. Except for the dinner part i missed everyhting since i signed up for this new job. i had become fat ... and ti had noticed it long before my friedns had told me. My t shirts started showing flesh and my pants were way too tight... Anyway the onyl thing tat kept me happy was FOOD>... and i mean lots of food. Oh my i terribly missed my mother s cooking.
Any way i was drinking a COke when i heard the sound. And for the first time in my life i felt very un comfortable. I muted the tv and sat silently for the feeling to pass. Surprisingly it did not. i reached for an antacid but it kept falling out of my grasp. i had my coke in hand and i drank the whole thing in one gulp. SOon the feeling passed. I was panting and sweating. i turned my attention back to tv and again i heard the knocking sound.
I felt my nerves tingle. Is this wat i think it is?? SHould i call some one. should i go and hide somewhere/? Should i jump out of my window? too many thoughts filled my mind. I felt them swim here and there in my head. I had to shout to silence all of them. And then ....silence. As if i had screamed in front of a group of children. My thoughts suddnely stopped and focused on the immediate action to be followed. I had decided.
I got up(and my...tat took a lot of effort.) I was still sweating. i ate the tablets tat the doctors had given me. And before using the phone i listend sharply. I could still hear the sound...Knock KNock ... Open OPen... I felt the bile in my throat. iran to the toilet...and before opening the door, i threw up. it was blood. I took a towel cleaned myself up..and went back to the phone..More KNocking and this time with more viguor. finally as i heard the phone ring i lay back on the bed.
More panting.. more knocking. Finally after a long struggle ...the unwelcome visitor came and took me. Dr. Wilson on the other end of the phone was shouting at the top of his voice for someone to respomd ...but I was already dead. Victim to cholestrol accumulation. RIP

Midnight Cravings!!!

2010-10-04T10:58:00.000-07:00

Old people said "everything happens for ur own good"..and i used to laugh at them....but now i have started to believe in them. All this started on a Wednesday night(maybe around 10 30 or somethin)when i saw a love film on the tv. It was a cheesy Bollywood film, but then it made me think of my girl.... Yes so i started day(rather nyt) dreaming about her..oh her luscious lips,,.. her hair.. her sweet voice... oh my gawd...!!! U myt think im a hopeless jerk.. but all i wanted to do was meet her and talk to her and...
hey!! wait a sec.. how could i meet her in the middle of the night...shit!!! I actually made up all kind of weird plans in my mind so tat i could silently creep out of my house and go visit her house at around 12. i wud go near her bedroom window(i was sure tat she had no dogs) and call her in her mob no..and she wud open her window..and we could talk till the sun woke up. i dint even realize tat her house is so far away and if i had to go silently ...i wud have to leave on foot and stuff...
Any way i made up my mind...got up.. went to take a quick shower..after all im goin to visit my girl... used lotta perfume.. shower etc etc.. dressed up decently...put my shoes on... then i waited..for my parents to sleep. As soon as i heard my dad;s snore i silently went downstairs and suddenly something flashed in my mind.
Conscience:hey this is wrong ..u r cheating ur parents.. they did not bring u uop for all tis.
But wat the hell..i never listned to my consciene
then it advised me...atleast call her and tell tat u r coming..so she'll stay awake...
ya ryt ..how come i forgot..so i crept backi nto my parents room and took my dads(myn never had balance)mob.....and dialled her no..beep beep the user u r trying to call is busy on another call ...please try again after sometym..:O :O :O
WTF??? at 12 am in the morning???? and she told me tat she was goin to bed early... after 10 mins (after coming up with a lot of rational explanations)i tried again...Switchd off..tat was it...i went back to my room...cahnged back into my night dress and send her 3 words so tat she would have a happy beginning to a new day.
next mornin my message read FUCK OFF BITCH!!!

Reminiscences of a Criminal

2010-05-24T23:34:00.000-07:00

He walks into the class-a bustling place of activity- chalk fights, swearing contests, what not. None of the students notice that the hero of our story has entered the classroom, not that he expects it. Only Thomas wishes him “Hi da!”

Class continues as usual.

The boy in the front starts swearing at the boy in the back. The guys at the back laugh their heads off at an unsuspecting and innocent teacher. The guys in the middle row keep on alternatively gaping at the girls and laugh at the sick jokes made by the guys in the back. Well, the girls are in their own world.

But even in this diversity, there was unity among the students in one thing- they all faithfully performed one thing- Forgot that our Guy was alive and ignored him totally. Our Guy tried catching their attention by asking two or three doubts but even the teacher seemed to ignore him. Sumith who sat behind him kept on throwing chalks at a girl who sat in front of our Guy and that kept on hitting our Guy instead. He felt at par with his classmates and was friendly with them. He felt his fraternal feeling was not reciprocated. The class tried as much as they could to avoid him. He, on the other hand, made huge sacrifices (without the class’s knowledge, of course) so that his friends were not punished while he rotted away in the Principal’s office. He kept on thinking about things he would like to say to his classmates to express his love for them.

“What is the difference between traveler’s cheque and personal cheque? You in the middle...What’s your name??”

The Guy gets up and blinks at the Front Office teacher.
“I want the answer Mister” shouts the teacher. More blinking, and the commentary starts from the corners.

Our Guy would stand again .And when the class was over, he would sit again. When the day was over he would lumber along to the bus and pull his concession card out of the bag. He would then lean onto the bars, looking out of the bars. It would be the same next day as well. Monotonous life it was.

His life went on. They entered into their second year of college life. Juniors came. They were scared to come near their seniors and the seniors were struck with wonder on seeing their tiny juniors. But all this did not affect the regular monotonous life of our Guy.
He never went near them. He was not attracted even by the prettiest girl. He went on with his own business. Blinking at teachers and tolerating nasty remarks.

One day during a boring theory class, the Principal and HOD stormed into the classroom. They seemed agitated, frustrated and what not. Our Guy knew that something big must have happened. Someone had manhandled a junior in a dark corridor after class hours. It was a known fact that it was done by Ishant due to some problems he had with the junior. But no one dared to speak of it. Ishant was one the most popular guys in the college. Even the seniors adored him. Girls loved him. As rightly remarked by a faculty “He was the Gem of the college.”

The junior did not know who the person was; due to the lack of light. All he could identify was the red color of the scarf that goes along with the chef coat, worn only by the second years. Our Guy now understood why the Principal and HOD had come. They had come to investigate. If the culprit was found a dismissal order would soon reach his home. Tension spread around the class like wild fire.

Another usual day dawned as usual. The students came to class as usual. The only unusual thing was that our Guy had not come to class. But every one was too busy noticing that, all of them were discussing about last day’s incident. Suddenly hot news spread around. Someone had owned up for the crime. Everyone wanted to see who the person was. There, in midst of all the staff stood Our Guy. His face was as blank as ever. He dared not look up. All the students were talking excitedly. Some couldn’t even recognize him.

The police had been called for. Actions had been taken. He was suspended for the time being. He would be later dismissed. Criminal case would be charged against him. His parents were notified. None of the students understood why he owned up for something he did not do. But no one knew the thought put behind this action of his. No one ever gave him the attention that he craved for. And he found this as the only way

He left the college in front of his teachers and students with his head down, but deep within, he was smiling to himself. He had been noticed, even by the prettiest girl in the college. They now knew his name. He was for once the happiest person in the college….

P.S: All of the author’s well wishers and friends should henceforth protect him at all times due to complications arising out of this seeming blasphemy.

2010-01-22T07:27:00.001-08:00

BRFORE U READ IT, IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE ENOUGH TO READ THIS , PLEASE DONT. DEFINITELY ABOVE 18 ONLY!!!

THE DEADLY KISS

They were talking to each other. Eyes locked on to each other as if they were fighting a personal war. The confined space that they were in was too much for them. Both of them had not told their families where they would be. The y had lied about this liottle outing. Actually their families thought one of them would be in her aunt's office while the other would be in his friend's house. They dindnt care that they had lied. They could be together fr a few hours.They had come in his car to a deserted forest. Here they would finally get some 'space of their own!!!! As the the second hand of his watch ticked by, he nmoticed that the space between them had reduced ti a few millimeters. H could hear her breath. He couldnt concentrate on what he was saying. In a very swift movement he leaned over and kissed her, full on the lips. Thus his first kiss took place in the front seat of his Maruti 800. No, but they couldnt stop it there. He culd recognise the testosterone taking control over his body while oestrogen (or whatever hormones that acts in such situations) playing its role over her body. They had absoutely no control over their activities. They kissed and kissed and kissed until they could kiss no more. His hands started roaming all over her shapely curves. She moaned in response. Teir tongueswere playing with each other inside their mouths. Soon the clothes became a hindrance. 'Cast them away' told their hearts and that's exactly what they did. Her breasts became hard from longing for him. They had waited too long. They began to explore each other's nakedness. Their youth and emotions combined made it unstoppable. Still they kept on kissing. He did not even mind that he had Asthma. He kept on kissing her ferociously ans she responded with the same intensity. Finalyy they broke their kiss. Bothof them were out of breath and panting furiously. She smiled to herself. She had better stamina. She lovingly looked at his closed eyes and peaceful face. After a long moment she kissed him on his nose. Then she scremaed. Asthma had played its part!!!

HEll Let Loose!!!

2009-05-04T10:56:00.000-07:00

Ive been having an intusion about what's coming my way..for the past one month. I always dreamt about. Now suddenly it has dawned upon me. It isnt a surprise. I always knew that this would happen someday or another. Seperation is the way of LIFE....
Now that is just bull crap. You,ya YOU... can just shove it up your ass. I dont believe in that. YOu dont have to be seperated unless and until you become the 5 elements that you are made up of. All right, as most of you know i have this habit of messing up the order . So to start from the beggining....
I did have a Girlfriend. Well dont b too surprised, i can get one for me as well. She was the nicest lady in the whole wide world. Now, is it my fault that she is such a nice orthodox princess?? Or iit my fault that she was born before i was??? Is it my Fault that I'm always suppressed in this emotional cacophony???? Well i think NOT. And as a result of my so called ARROGANCE... GIrls watch out... im Single again...
But i think ive lost the power to trust. I can still Love someone...but I cant trust them anymore...
As a friend of myn rightly remarked.."Love is a flower in the garden of love...Once plucked it'll never grow back!!!"

Desperado!

2009-03-13T22:14:00.000-07:00

I looked into his eyes...they were staring at the red thing in my hand. I was fondling with it. I could easily get it over with, yet i had this strange feeling... I kept on telling myself that i should savour this moment. I should run into the opponent with all the pride and glory. Then it happened. The thing in my hand, it fell down..all of them looked at me in amusement..They must have thought"What's with this guy?? Why the hell is he sooo tense"

But they dont know that this is the moment i have been waiting for...all my life. Finally i resolved to doing what i was suppposed to do. I tried to calculate waht my opponent had in his mind. I wanted to better him in mind games. I tried holding the red thing upside down..but it didnt make any difference. I tried holding it here and there, None of it seemed to work. I had forgotten what i had practised to perfection over years. Everything blacked out. I couldnt waste any more time. I mustered up all my courage and ran into my opponent with all the speed i had. I felt overwhelmed by the wind rushing at my face, the dust rising up and my opponent getting ready to face me. FInally i reached the place beyond which i colud not go.

Suddenly i had this gut feeling. He knew. He knew what i had planned. SOmeone must have told him. But who??? I told no one. Even i didnt know what i was gonna do..till the last second. Yet i was sure that he knew. I could see it from his face . I made a split second decision and held the thing under my palm and slowly released it from my grasp. Because i came running ...i had to bend my back and i saw the ground.it seemed to come closer and closer and closer. It actually approached me at a 'more than usual' rate. HEy!! this isnt normal...i fell face first into the dust.

Broke my teeth.BLood came gushing out of my mouth.I could hear laughter all around. Even my mates were in a laughing fit. And i raised my head in utter embaresment only to find that the thing was rollin towards my opponent at .000000001 km\hr. SO much fo my reputation. Poor old me. All these years of practise wasted on the first delivery of my debut International Cricket match and the end result was a disaster...sob

Cupid's Arrow

2009-03-01T06:45:00.000-08:00

I am not sure if der is a baby with wings anywhere up there and if he has those tiny bow and arrows....But im sure about one thing....if he's there the guy knows to shoot....he has struck me once...alla...twice.....alla....three times. My heart is bleeding ..pain is shooting up my feet.. my eyelids are feelin heavy...i cant even take a bathe. ALl i can tink of is her ...the goddess...tat she is...

Recently i saw a film called Vaaranam AAyiram. Ive started acting out the songs here...and the heroine is my pillow. I My mom tinks im crazy and my dad is searching his contact directory for a psychatrist's number. Well my sis kinda understansds me...but still she tinks im over reacting.

The main problem is tat i wasnt even sure if i was in love till last Friday...wen somethin amazing happened. I used to have tis Thumping heart beat wen i tot of her...heard the sound of raindrps on my face...and her sweet smile. is tis love?

She is an angel...or is she? No, its not tat i doubt her....its just tat i belive a godess is far better tan an angel.she is simply gorgeous...she is..atleat thru my retinae.....well i dig each moment i spenyt wid her...and now i realize tat im in LOVE!!!

ALMA MATER!!!

2009-01-17T20:59:00.000-08:00

Well its been 1 yr....almost...since ive left my school..Loyola School(people who know me know my skool...others they bttr do...assumin ive other readers)...i ve always missed it...but now im missin it all the more rite now..dont know y...i went to skool last week 4 the skool day as X loyolites...
old memories have started to haunt me...the day i danced as a girl wen i ws 8...and as a pirate wen i ws 9...and thn as a lady wen i ws 14...all that...evn though i dint know the abcd of dancin...
thn i recited a gr8 poem on stage...and made it sound crappy...u must have assumed tat by now...
and i acted as a model for the skool day drama...and tat ws shitty 2...and thn sang on stage....and made it luk like a rock band....and ya..now tears stramin down my cheeks.....and well...i cant continue....

Climate!! ahhhh

2008-10-08T11:01:00.000-07:00

Hot...hot...hot...the temperatures is going to soar up ... heatwave!!!
Were going to be like fishes soon guys because the sea levels are rising pretty sharpish!!!
Well OK ill be straight with you you'llprobably survive a little heatwave if your lucky but god help us when the cholera and the malaria and about a million and one other diseases hits us ... ahh!
the poor cows... what happens when it floods and then chickens they cant jump on the roofs when water comes... and a lot of animals cant migrate to the mountains making them extinct!!!

don't worry we should hopefully get our self's together by then! Good luck

Sign of d puke!

2008-10-07T07:03:00.000-07:00

Ya tats rt....a guy puked all over me...odanda..tat was yrs ago...wen i was 8 yrs old. Lemme tell the story frm the beginning. I always had dis habit of messin up d order to confuse the readers, this tym ive made up my mind 2 change tat habit.
In our school v were allowed colour clothes only on special occasions..lyk youth fest or ,last days of xams and so on. It was a fyn morning and i tink it was the last day of onam xam in 3 rd std. I was lukin all sexy in a mickey mouse t shirt and grey jeans and a nice overcoat...oh man!! did i luk gud or wat! U shud have seen me.. I luked lyk amir+sharukh+john. Anyway i was in bus no 2...and my gang had 3 oder members as well. A lean guy called Jobin, Fat guy named Arjun and our hero Mr X{ I am not mentionin his name for privacy reasons}. X luked lyk a 60 s movie star...wid curly oily hair and a weird voice. The worst part was he was a relative of myn...a traitor in my royal bloodline!
Anyways i had the window seat and jobin sat nxt 2 me. X stood opposte him while Arjun stood opposite 2 me. X was blabberin abt the kinda breakfast he had(v never studied in d bus...it was such a waste of tym).X told us he ate rice in the morn wid notin oder tan curd....and oh i forgot yesterdays fish curry.MAn!! isnt tis guy weird or wat! ANyway the trip was a bumpy one....After abt half an hour of travel v reached a particulary bad patch of road. X opened his mouth 2 say somethin...and thn all i rember is my mickey covered in whitish puke....he did eat curd wid his ryc. and frm the smelll i tink it was a week old fish curry. i luckily only a part of my leg and chest got hit...well Jobin was not tat lucky...even his eyes were covered in puke,....not 2 mention his mouth...actually jobin was a little pale complexioned...but now he looked all white...tanx 2 the curd. i noticed a grain of rice on Jobin head... didnt tis guy chew his fud??? YUK...how am i gonna show of....will they chuk me outta the bus..and all the guy cud say ws ....HEAVY BREAKFAST!! and flashed us d best grin evea!!!!

Lunche de ordeal!

2008-09-18T09:45:00.000-07:00

well the title doesnt mean anythin....oru stylinu ittada! anyway wat im about to tell u is about somethin tat i'm very proud of.....my cllge. its just tat sometimes they tend 2 get a bit unpredictable.For eg. do u know wat they served us last day 4 lunch...here goes the menu
PETIT PAIN: dont scream.....its nothin but bread rolls.
CHOUX CHOWDER: if u r guessin its some kinda powder...then u shusdnt probably read the rest of thepost. u SUCK!!!! its some kinda thick creamy cabbage soup...pretty gud actually...
POISSON de COLBERT:ha a non veg item...FISH.....the fish part sucked..if it was chicken it wud have been better...but mayb tat's bcause i hate fish...it looked somethin lyk a fish pazhampori
JARDINIERE de LEGUMES:ahaaha..this one u wud have guessed correctly...it sjust butttered legumes(u know wat's tat rt???) served with tartare sauce
POMMES MUSSOILINE: now if u r human...dnt even touch tat thin...its some kinda mashed potato....but it looked like dog shit..yuck...and tasted like...puke..hmmmm.....bitchy..isnt it???
POUDING de PAIN: this is basically a bread and butter pudding....well 2 know how it tastes u need to read the nxt post ;)

Meenkari sandhyakal!!!

2008-09-15T07:49:00.000-07:00

dont get any ideas frm hearin the title....its means a rendezvous i had with a meenkri(fish monger...female)ahh it all started with the wretched private bus...i had tons of buses goin towards sreekariyam(my place)...i was late from college...and to save just 2 rupees i jumped aboard....it was a pleasant evening...or rather nite!!! just 2 seats were vacant......i jummped into one o fem....suddenly i noticed tat my feet were not on the floor...something mushier..something softer....i looked down...a vessel full of fish...ahhh!! my woodland shoes..AHHH my nike socks...i neednt write the socks part...i did not wash it 4 the past 3 days...anywaYS i jumped up...suddenly a ver rough hand fell on me...a hand covered in sand..ahh my white shirt...she said tat she had reserved the seat for herself and her fishes....ahhah...vellarikkapatanamo???...i cudnt allow tat!!! i 2 had paid for the bus seat....she cud put it on her lap if she wanted to...not on the seat!!!i told her tat...she said somethin..i later understood tat it was a part of a very bad vocalbulary!!! she started ...how difficult it was
for imp people like her to travel in a bus...and then she started singin....enthathishayame mariyanmmede sneham ethra manoharame!!!! wah...i had no other option.....to hell wid my 3 rupees...i got down at the very nxt stop...enuf is enuf@@@

Mr.Gopala Pillai

2008-08-27T08:57:00.000-07:00

ya tat is the name of a very gr8 mannn....and his relationhip wid me ..he is my grandfather....and my mentor(eh??? wats tat???).. welll he is x military,...and he has alll the symptoms....he is partially deaf.. u gottta scream in front of him ...and all u get is a confused luk(weird!!).he is healthy..he still tries climbin trees to get jackfruits...even though he broke his back bone twice....and he is a non stop talker....u dont need anythin else in the house ...sleepin machine.....further in the next post...me is very sleepy!!! hehe...tensed eh????

is this possible??

2008-08-23T18:30:00.000-07:00

can boredom do tis to a person....i woke up at 1 am just bcause i was bored of sleepin....now tats new!!! can a person b possibly bored of sleepin???yes is my reply! im 2 lazy 2 sleep nowadyas...thn the nxt question to ur mind will b thn wat the hell will this guy do durin the daytime.....aha,....just shut out tat question cause u aint gettin any answers frm me...i tried 2 study(i've heard its the shortcut 2 sleepiness). and to my surprise it didnt work..i tried hearin news...tat didnt work either....now i had only one option...this was suicidal but i decided 2 do it...i waited till 7 am...ie. till my grandfather woke up!!! i wa sso desperate tat i decided 2 ask him abt his old days(he's x military btw). alll i remember is the way he started..IN 1947 WHEN I WAS IN KASHMIR...slowly my eyelids started gettin heavier...the amosphere darkened and wooshadi woosh(a mere expression)....i slept!!! go grandpa go!

i am an inexperienced ass!!!

2008-08-22T09:04:00.000-07:00

ya i admit it! i am inexperienced at bloggin! there i said it...enuf? actually more than 10 of my frnds have started bloggin since they got net connection....thn y shudnt i??? first of all i warn u all .....i am very weak at English....bad diction ....dont xpect hash bush english frm me......well I'm writin this 4 the fun of writin ...not 2 satisfy the readers...(well i hope there will b readers) .Secondly i'll use only chat lingo and tat's bcause i'm lazy....Thirdly i am doin this cause no one is chattin wid me on yahoo or orkut..if u want me 2 stop this madness thn start chattin wid me....especially gals....hehe