something i miss...

THAT life..
it was so nice..
so warm ...

loved that solitude..
loved those gang of guys arnd me... jus kidding each other..
i liked to watch the train from my hostel room...and liked to take a pic along the track.. beneath the tunnel...
liked to watch movies in conference room...

loved to have coffee at kb..loved those walks beneath the treess...
loved as we all do .. mech tree....
liked anu's car...it was nice... some 7 people...jus chilling out...
loved to be a silent spectator in the last row of auditorium watching pefomance of dramatix n dance club...

loved to sit on the lawn.. wit my guys kidding any g - - - in the near vicinity...
and those were some of the best moments in my life...

watever may come n go.. those memories shall stay wit me.. like a branch in tree...

which stays until the tree is uprooted...

my college .. has always been great... and happy to get a lots of friends who made this all happen.. cheers.....

those r some words from a silent spectator..

About a song in Goa

Half a century --- can be associated with --- people , art, clash of civilizations, cricket ---- but i would like to tag half a century with a lovely 'song ' from GOA.
Listening it for the 51 t time here it goes.....

Idhuvarai iladha Unarvidhu ...

The above line makes me feel it. Songs i had listened are plenty. But nothing has been so gripping .. nothing so deep to keep me @ fix....
I make it repeat the moment it faints down , only to realize something new the moment it is replayed.

Its a genre where voice scores over musik ! The feminine voice introduces itself with such a touch that it carves a merry even out of the faintest heart . The best part being , Andrea being able to maintain the 'aura ' with her voice lasting.

Yuvan has done a great job in recording his strings @ the right time in the best possible way . One of the best platform that could ever been given by musik director to the singers who make his music proud.

As the song advances there peeps our heroes voice giving the final touch to the feminine melody sung.
His voice pitches the emotions of a young lad , with the torments of l_ _ e , the feel with it , the ups and downs of a wave called love. All sung by him in those 4 lines ....

Manadilae ullurum unarvugal , malarndade mutana uravugal ...

Kudos ! A drift i fail to attach with anything worldly.

The song takes to me to a new world . A deep carving to associate myself more with the world of musik .

The way it captures human emotions is splendid . At times the human heart associates happiness with such human fantasies. I would love to be guitarist with one around my neck to give my small piece of contribution to the flow of melody.

Surprised that a song had made me to touch pen & paper after a brief four months.
This human mind is such a funny amphibian ,

It derives happiness and sorrow
from the same object ,,,,
from the same eyes,
from the same heart,
from the same hands,
from the same words,
from the same memories,
Of course now from the same musik.

Whatever that's how life goes on , just as i continue listening to this song three quarters at a stretch.
And would love marching towards the fourth with the same love associated with the " Song " .

My 15/8/09

It happened to be the morning of 15/8 ; I was switching between the television channels with background scolding’s from my dad for not being firm even in sticking on to a television program; My attitude of switching between channels gives him pleasant choice of blaming my entire generation of not being firm on their decision, lackadaisical ,….y ,z; O My god ; At times I just ask him only question ; ‘Dad how were you in your early 20’s ?’ and the answer would be suffixed with the word ‘responsibilities’ of the n th degree;
In those background chorus, to the fascination of my eyes there came the PARDE of our brave soldiers; joining from the three wing- air force, navy and army in grandeur;
As a child I was always fascinated by the token of respect which the uniform of these guards of the nation gathered in the minds of masses; it’s indomitable;
Is it the lure of the march or the absorption of the color or the appeal of discipline; these brave patriots deserve a salute for their exertion;
It’s some of this fascination that had made me fill application forms for joining air force or navy in particular;
Who knows had I joined the Naval college of Engineering, I might be proud of the script for myself, as I would also be a proud patriot of the nation which gives each and every one a life filled with dignity.
Whatever for now I could just fulfill one dream of mine in the future:
One day I would like to sit among the audience in the RED fort and just relish seeing these virtual (watching in square box) guardians perform in reality;
Now that the grand parade is over my dad is ready to pour his second round of blessings :)

Part of the inspiration gathered nourishment in my school days. The school’s founder being an ex-major general was able to transmit the discipline & values to the thousands graduating from school.

My Sunday....

What more?? What less?? Another 24 hour completion by the quartz clock hanging on the wall in the vestibule. But still the day is more specific for the quotient of “ME”.As a softie glued to my desktop throughout the week the day provided me with a gratifying personal space. No deliveries, no cornered meetings, no requirement analysis, no status updates and the list goes on (Need to frame an excel to capture TO Do’s of a weekJ) Is it a “yes” all these “no” that makes the day special…There are more reasons than that….
It starts with a cup of tea configured on a parallel plate with the most interesting thing in this world that wakes most of the Homo sapiens spirit every morning …guesses?? (The Hindu)….With a mild stretch of my muscles my mind rests at peace …Of course it does tickle a bit to ping my friends for a drive on uninterrupted lane on the roads of greater Chennai….
Let alone the musik that pleases my ears I do pen down at times….Whatever it is kudos to the person who coined the word “Sunday”…..and tributes to the my fellow human beings who positively wished a bit to individuality for themselves ….. Long live the happiness associated with the day...Oops my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is calling :) catch you later :) Good day :)

On The Rocks

I just toned up to start on this. The experience because of the significance required a phase of mind to capture it upon…….GOA is the city they christen, and FUN is the trait I would glue upon.
G – GO HIGH;
O – ON THE ROCKS;
A – ADIEU;
While beer bottles cling the bags underneath our bus seats, we decided to gather for the first round table conference inside the orange liner that peeped its way through the shinning sun. It was a great deal of contentment to be the bottle opener or the receiver, because it serves as a re-union /fun trip and also as a flee factor from the trick of corporate life. Everyone had their own know-how to share but only after a bottom sip or a slow drift.

Round after round,

Hour after hour,

Our mind went for it;

Our heart searched for it………..

As the journey progressed the bus marched towards “JOG” …In those pinch of darkness we the admirers of nature throbbed our heart…..We were filled with our salutes, dreams , memories for the mother nature carving its own fashion kingdom in grandeur. The gorgeous “JOG” flowed with utmost vigor with rock as its sanctuary. Some of our guys did craft a vow to make merry of their honey-moon in a spectator area @ the top of “JOG”. …lol?..........The orange liner traverses the bushy forests swarming with woods towards the alluring city of GOA.
Goa , a place overflowing with excitement, clouded with beaches…….with its own nest of outsiders ….The seashore gave us the aura to catch up for a sport on the shore …perhaps sky is the lifeline to record our events. To trip and add much more vibrancy, we had the CRUSIE to bring much more escapade. The beach with its beautiful angels turned the glasses of all our guys towards the leeward destination of “Beautiful Babes”. Night festivity starts, with bottle taking the throne we left our minds to be invaded by angel called alcohol. In those state of mind a placid walk on the shore is worth an injection. It takes you to a celestial world of stars, calmness…..recollection…….plus a few puffs @ 12:00 would steal the show…..Merry, happy for the day ?
St.Xavier church: Admiration adorned my mind @ the great structure that lay a hand on the sky…….. Its beauty are left to unknown words to describe ……kudos to the hands that would take the praise of generations yet to come , for the movement of their hands that led to those fine arts. Back to the beach with a few shots of “FENNY” already acting on our central nervous system, we decided to pick the best even in absolute “Mappu”…how??? Volleyball is the game they call……..we volleyed with that oval curvature ? ………..with alcoholic effect spiraling we fell to the mother earth to save the ball from touching it. Determination...u c……..Then comes a gentle boat ride….away from the shore we viewed with gratitude @ the beauty of small dwarfs standing miles apart………..then came the grand day for the grand bet on the island…………….
With two boats accelerating its intensity with utmost vigor, towards the unknown island…our visit was payed tribute by a school of dolphins…Then a gentle dip into the midst of sea …..To live, love and learn the beauty of sea…..silent with its waves, it embraced the first time jumpers ……..of course few bites from jelly fish for intrusion from humanity…..As the rider went towards the island we saw “THE HANDS OF NATURE” carving its way out in splendor by the image of the landscape…….departing from the rider our hands and throat went in thirst of “B….R”………….now competition for the best among the best bottom sippers…….’Man u…..me…….he……….hey allllllllllllll……….thumbs up”………………With assiduous trees showing their love and way for the visitors we marched towards the top of island to sense and have a high regard for the salubriousness of the nature &morning…………. so much tranquil propelled with just 20 populating those unknown forts , left outs…..left us with a sense of triumph….a feel that we had invaded the unknown empire , fort , light house ……In those light tones a pen and paper would unwind your poetic version ?

In those undulating neighborhood,

I establish a life to re-think upon,

Not alone to breathe upon,

But also to be loved upon……….

The sea touches its mother rocks with a silent wave,

A wave that carries the love of billion aquatics across the sea,

And thousand minds across the shore,

We stood there as emperors ….

To jump upon, to drink upon,

To live upon, to rock upon………………

As the boat retreats from the island we leave a flag of happiness on this greenly pasture……..Our smiles are recorded on those rocks and our love carved on that leaf …..That would serve for centuries yet to visit and share……….That’s GOA for us with the gang bidding a big good bye to the marvelous city with a “TOKILA” shot to celebrate the birth calendar day our dear friend “RED”……..The entire trip took its zeal for just a bet on “BEER”………..and I guess it had served the purpose ?

Where am I Going….what am I doing????

This precipitous question was asked by me every now and then....
Perhaps am I bit too moody because of these corporate jingoes? Donno...might be....may be.....where is my journey destined...why is it destined so....for what is it destined so....In such vague times I would prefer listening to the musik , to the pleasant musik that had been my source of pleasure @times.....perhaps most of the times....Relaxation - that’s the word they call....calmness of mind is the tone they attribute.....but in this profession after so much of an eye starve I can’t do extend myself to do more....Throws exception at times na....
I’m just listening to a song "Dosti Karogae...”! As I listen to this song, of course I’m indulged in writing this carp.....I donno where this carp is destined for :( some vague ideas.....glitter my cosmopolitan brain.....Right! That’s what I’m trying to transform myself to... Circumvented upon huh :) why??? Donno...for the society @ d max.....status, prestige......they call it transformation too.....

Was I d way I was a few years back...NO boss.......I was not! I had air to breathe...now I breathe cigarettes.........not because I don’t have air to breathe but because it ebbs out a lot of my entrenched feel........a VENT......in simple terms.......In singling out and moving out on my journey...I plan to start everyday with so much enthusiasm...but something interjects.... a call from my girl friend ...huh!
Hey what’s up??? Nothing up female......u expect me to erect a pillar for a second Efil tower?? Nope.....I can erect codes....might be....no assurances ....no guarantee.....That’s what life is Na.....
I like to type those emotions of mine to her.....but if I do so, I might get royally screwed up :) Man you started to live and forgive your freedom of expression (THE HINDU) for others.....perhaps to make her happy and to impress her I just catch up with some great stats!! Poor girl taken aback by what I said. What to do...need to while away the time....
My mind rolls upon to my college – cloud nine call it!
I used to have a great deal of guys around me...filled with fun, folly...what not.......all time last world freaks ( of course not real time examples in certain dimensions).....but it was worth a feel ......gang of guys ....enjoyment .....Enjoying a youthful year that’s what they call l!! Kidding on all shits.......but it was worth a feel......That too on a roadside bakery, outside our insti.....Awesome Man! I had been a great admirer of a BMW that drives past that cold Avinashi Road @ 10:00{excuse the time please}......Zing......chaltha hei...mera dhil chahtha hei usko (my heart wants it!!)......In that dark pinched where you could see the great moon @ work it’s really nice to light up your cigarette and have a cup of tea with ur pals with puffs coming to your hands in a cycle........those great chats on what not....vow...LIVING LIFE.....I like to put the adjective across!!! In those dark nights with just all sort of subjects being discussed across a cup of coffee...worth a video on satellite television.....Admirer!

In all those wreck less chats there was no empire to conquer, no deadline to meet, no meeting to count, no carrier to care...but there was life to live, to smile, to share the sense of joy........then we show a sense of being an engg. Grad!! How?? Live project man!!! Mobile technology is the art they call.........girl friend channel interrupts the frequency to dig into......college man...what without a girl friend.......


CIT --- call it heaven on earth.......The feel which I shared with my chaps @ d insti.....I donno if I could re-count those memoirs.....I just want my life to re-cycle to my insti :) Smile appears of those words!!!!!!!!!! In our empire...not a single Prof. would dare question us......good Profs..... (Mind Ur business, we mind ours) .....rule of law.....they allow you to float your individuality, live alive your life, stay alive your thoughts ...get mesmerized with the moments, with the happenings........cool chaps!!!!

I still have so much to scribble upon, so much to count upon.....
Single theme: wannna count my colg life into my futures......a free land, uncompromised with freedom, compromised with friendship......for a cup of coffee...for a toast of beer :)

Fun filled life......lots of instances made me scribble this log of words...just a sensation. I just feel that down the lane I’m gonna have a frenzied life with much more deadlines , commitments.....Just captured some instances of the "The Argumentative Indians" mf my mechie batch .....Kudos! Troop! Much left to be tapped and I would like to tap it for the future........after all we need to keep some resources for the future.....Freakonomics...

Live It Up

It stems a man’s identity, it exhumes his talent and sculptures his life style……..
It is at this age a man handles much more ‘exceptions’,’ catches’ and swirls his ideas with a good will to mould the future…..
In search of excellence, the drama of life unleashes new pastures, projects new scripts and dictates new rhythms …..
This would happen when diversity of ideas intercept, converge, bend at an angle, twist on a axis…..they all would revolve around a central theme….

Much could be said about this piece of humans literature…the transition from being unburdened lad living in a world filled with rejoicement, fun and folly to an individual dazed at once by the spectrum of the new world----the great wide, beautiful, wonderful world {that would present him with wide vagaries of monsoon}……..
This jigsaw puzzle could lead to complete renunciation or enchanting personification……In either ways it is this part of life that shaped the lifestyle of “Mahatma’s”, “Nehru’s”, “Che’s…”…
Bachelorhood in spite of being the most charming section in an individual’s history unearths so much energy, which each and every atom in this world would awe at!
This part of an individual’s life is called as energy
Energy
to bend the rainbows
to capture unknown roads and explore unknown vistas,
to propel the thoughts for a better view of d horizon,
to clear the mists in the sky and have a blink at the stars,
to puzzle the creative universe to capture unknown arts,
to combat the toughest of the winds with an iota of courage,
to bend the unbendable,
to mediate the nonnegotiable,
to tame the untamable,
to support and recognize the voice of unrecognizable,

Energy that,
Doesn’t know the limits of its freedom,
Doesn’t care the reactions of its actions,
Upbeats to soak the cloud of injustice,
Resounds in pursuit of its own identity,
Pitches its boots against the toughest of the roads,
Sheds it sweat to wipe out the sweat (in d form of tears) that ebbs out of it beloved eyes,
Raises its glasses in honor of someone,
Spoils itself in want of someone,
Aims at the star (as a pendant) for his gf,
Takes unknown lectures from unknown people to load a chartered trip,
An energy that rings a bell for a tryst with destiny…..
Like a passing cloud this monsoon of energy might fade off……lets invigorate it!
Let’s live it!