How I was admiring a girl’s hairstyle and walked into a glass door and couldn’t stop laughing.

In the cold climate of Mysore or “Maasur” as everyone pronounces it, I have started feeling the heat, but that isn’t exactly the reason why I couldn’t post. To answer Kumar’s query, we have restricted net access here, but I have lot to say and you are going to hear it too.

Well we go for Maasur chapter now. In the first few days we had a schedule where we go to a theater and listen to lectures. The only good thing about it and the presentations in it was that they didn’t switch off the lights as they usually do at theaters, so I let my eyes wander, holding my heart little tightly least that it should get lost there. Incidentally it was the hairstyle of a girl that caught my attention, it was shortly cropped hair which was falling all over her face and every time I tried to look through the maze of hair to see how she looks like, I couldn’t actually see. And when I did see something, it was just the eyes and they always seemed to close the moment I was looking in. In a way that was the way I kept occupied during the mundane myriad of presentations. My routine was-come there, look where the hairstyle was and sit at a place where there’s a good view. And one day as I was entering into some building, I saw her or rather her hair. All her hair was pushed to one side. I did manage to see through the hair and see how she looks, what I didn’t look was a glass door which looked like it was open but was closed and tried entering into it . Nothing broke, neither the glass nor anything of me (well it was something like an irresistible force meeting an immovable object), I did break a number of conversations around me though. I was with my friends, they looked concerned but I was literally laughing in spite of the pain, as though it had happened to my enemy (God knows who or what my enemy is). And I can tell you, it hurts and I was bleeding. I still was laughing reassuring myself and everyone around me that I’m fine and slowly looked around to see if she had seen it. Fortunately or unfortunately, her hair must have acted as a sound-proof because of which she couldn’t hear anything and something like because she wasn’t there. And as the age old sms joke goes (it might even be the first joke on a mobile, it’s as old as that), I let out a sigh of relief and said loudly to the people around me

“Nala vela endha figurum paakala”

So long and thanks for all the mokkai

It's time.The man from the chessboard has gotten up and said-"It's time to go" and i am leaving.My suitcase full of dreams is slowly but surely getting ready and i am going in the direction in which the cold wind blows.Don't know if this is going to be a Stairway to Heaven or a Highway to Hell,but i am hoping to come out of this as affair as a Highway Star.

So long Chennai.

Antoinini says "athu dhaan da valkai"

Watch this video and then start reading.

Did you watch it completely?
Did you see that the man with the camera vanishes at the end?
Did you see all those colorful characters,what do they remind you of?
Did you hear sound of ball hitting the racquet?
Finally did the scene make any sense to you?

Well Antoinini lays stress on the thin line between reality and illusion in this scene.Initially he looks at the mime tennis rather amused,but starts believing it as everyone seems to be following the game.The camera follows the imaginary ball moving on the court and slowly as he begins to believe,he seems to hear the sound of ball hitting the racket.And when he puts down his camera to throw the imaginary ball so that they can continue the game,the mime pretty much seems to indicate though we have our own perceptions we act according to what others believe.That's what we do in life.We abandon what we have understood just because a group of people,all colorful punks believe otherwise.And at last frame he vanishes,which suggests if we go on following what others do,we might after all just vanish.Well this is just my perception of the scene.
For all those who got bored seeing the scene,i have the best closure line to
say-"These things always happen,you'll always remain ignorant and athu dhaan da valkai".


athu dhaan da valkai-"that's life" Movie-Blow up

21896- wife's constant,gujili and The Dude

This event occurred 4 years ago.Srinath,yes the Zen dude,unknowingly reminded me of it today.Incidentally it was he who started the whole thing.He would bring a calculator and ask all sort of questions,most of them were like,for example asking something about the hurricanes or the nuclear reactors in japan and would do calculations on his calculator(I guess he had just bought it and was showing off)based on what i answer.Naturally that aroused my interest and i asked him what he was doing?He told he was trying to predict my future spouse's name from my answers and his calculations.I laughed at him but nevertheless was curious as to which name would crop up as i love on an average 2-3 girls a day.After some fairly long calculations that might have distracted the brains working behind decoding the mathematical progressions in Tool's Lateralus album(if u love mathematics and want to see it being used intelligently in music Read here ...),he arrived at an answer which was fairly simple.Just a Mrs. before my name!
I was fooled and naturally i wanted to fool others.So i brought this game to hostel and it was going on as expected until one day when a very suspicious Bondu found out what we were going to do and he tried to spoil our fun.That's when we(by this time my partner in crime at college Karthi has joined me)had an inspiration and found out a new mathematical hypothesis by which we found his life partner's name.We told him the name(which was a of cs girl of our college whose name begins with p) and as fate would have it,he had studied with the girl in school and had a soft room(soft corner is an insult!) for her in his heart.He started pestering us for the formula and very soon we adopted this variation of the game.
We played this game many of them,but the most memorable one was RRK.To add credibility to our supposed formula,we said we got 2 names for him which rhymed like vidya and divya.RRK let out his trademark guva-uaa sound and said he knows both the girls and he started wondering which one of them shall be his spouse and started asking us questions like
"I studied with this girl only till this,do you think it's possible?or i have never talked with her,how can it happen?" As we were calculating for find RRK's spouse name,our Sherlock Bondu Holmes slyly followed our calculations and made a sensational discovery.He in fact has seen it previously when we were playing with others.What he found was we are always using 21896 and smiled rather superciliously.We told him according to our formula that number was wife's constant.
Well,we played the game with many others and finally when Bondu's cousin who was working at some place called us and asked us to find his spouse's name,we found it and even he became interested as to how we found it.That's when we decided to call quits as the game seemed to go out of control.
The spouse predicting formula has so far never has been proved wrong and Bondu kept asking about the formula till as late as 4th semester,but we told him nothing.I and Karthi hold the patent rights for it.Next time you see someone who is impatient and can't wait to know who will be his/her life partner would be,you'd know whom to contact.Maybe at that time we might as well start Spouse predicting game season-2.

Finally got it

It's been almost some one and half year since i last went to a hospital.And today i was made to go not one but about half a dozen of them.All of doctors in them pretty much said the same thing"No sir,it isn't possible.It's a huge risk,i can't do it for you".I was frustrated,but was equally desperate to find a doctor who would finally give what i was asking for. Well finally i found a kind doctor who was ready to give me a medical certificate without forcing me into those injections.Yes, i had to show proof that i have taken hepatitis A,hepatitis B,C,D and so on injections.Also to show that i am protected against chickenpox,muttonfox,anthrax, bird flu,animals,spiderman and others.And all these duty bounded doctors decided they wouldn't give me the certificate unless i took all these injections,yes,of course, in their hospital.At one time it reminded me of my attempt to get the signatures from hod which is pretty much like walking in circles(finally got it today on 4th attempt).

And in one of the hospitals,one of them had already started writing prescriptions.He asked my name and started writing "Ce ",then he looked up rather sheepishly and asked does your name have one "e" or two e's?.I told him it doesn't matter anymore(i had to stop him from murdering my name!) and added i don't have money to put so many injections right now and escaped,i believe,a certain death.And this kind doctor who finally agreed in fact made a deal that i have to put atleast one injection and he'll give it.It wasn't good idea to accept it,but andha deal enaku puidichuirundhuchu(means i liked the deal,that is to be precise,there was no other way).Finally he decided to protect me against jaundice,stating it was one of the worst diseases in the world.

Well,the fact is the medical certificate has to show i have put 4 injections,which cannot be put let's say in a day.There has to be atleast 2 day gap between them or that was what i was led to believe by a distant relative who is a medical practitioner and here out of 6 docs 4 were ready to riddle my arm with pricks almost within few minutes of each other.I only hope these guys do not follow the path of other white color dressed group of people,the traffic mamas and make life more difficult,though it seems hope hopen.