A Prelude to My Solitary Exodus...

This marks an end to my blogging, hopefully a permanent one at that!!!

I wouldn't like to site any particular reason for this; its just My Solitary Exodus from Humanity n Sanity.....

Thanks goes to everyone who stood by me for these four years; an odd 47 posts long life on the blogosphere... And thanks to those who made me regret it and to those who made me lose my faith...

Regards n Wishes,

Manish Muralidharan

The Brotherhood of The Horns...

The Brotherhod of The Horns!!! Got a nice ring na??? Well, wondering what this is all about? No need of going to all the lengths in guessing the meaning. This is not any pro-Catholic secret sect, nor is it any pro-Nazi anti-Jewish lethal group. For those with Potter-mania, it might ring something. Well, u r wrong again. I hate HP and anything connected with them!!!

What I'm talking about is a "vastly huge" clan spread throughout the world, spanning every continent and country that is inhabitable by humans!!! There is no written documentation available on this group of people.

The first and foremost rule of the Brotherhood (no similarities to Fight Club rules!) is that u don't talk about the Brotherhood. Not that someone will come after u; it's just that no one knows that they are a part of it! The second rule is that there is no thing as a fucking rule!!!

Welcome to The Brotherhood Of The Horns!!! It was during the past two days that I came to realise that such a thing exists and more importantly, that I'm an active member of it. Want to know more? Then read on!

Technically speaking, anyone above the age of 18 (that is vastly regional depending upon ur geographical location) and in possession of a drivers license is a member. U don't need to do anything special to be a member. Once caught in a traffic jam, u automatically qualify! Welcome to the world of fretting, fussing, hissing n cursing!!! Oh I forgot to add, welcome to the world of loud blaring horns!!!

For the past few days, I'm the Transporter. And the passengers are my mom n sis. Since this is the Indian version, I chose a Maruti over the Audi. After all, India comes home in a Maruthi! And on my way back, I have to come thru this one hell of a road thru which all the traffic to the city from the south enters! And barely 10 metres wide at most places and with heavy traffic, this is one the frequent meeting place of The Brotherhood! And I was an active member of the meetings for two days in a row now!

I don't want to bore u with my version of the meeting. So I'll make it short. Today, while returning after a doc's appointment, I was caught in Kuruppam Road. It's the second day that I'm stuck there. Add to that, I had a close shave with an Activa while turning towards this road, thanks to a huge member of the clan, the college bus of Royal Engineering College. And this towering member of a bus was the one who called forth today's meeting. That would have been more than enough for my mom to rethink about the validity of my driving license, but luckily she didn't comment!

Another person worth mentioning here is an astrologer, and a quite famous one at that. He used to be the face of a channel in the early mornings for quite some time. I don't want to mention his name; not that I'm afraid that he will sue me for damage. It's just that the last time I mentioned him (or rather cursed him), I was driving and crossing a road in my car and an Innova came out of nowhere and if I hadn't slammed the brakes hard, I would have been another fine example of his skills at prediction! The matter is really simple- I hate to be an example for others!!!

Now lets come back to this gem of an astrologer. He predicted that I was going to have a hard time till 27. Those who know me for the past few years, especially my college mates, would be laughing hard and may comment, "as if we needed him to tell us this!" Well, I agree (and no name calling in the comments, pls!). Just wanted to enlighten the others on the current state of affairs! Well, he further went on to add that I'm not supposed to drive.. ahem ahem.. any vehicles! And my mom made my dad sell the all-option Zen that we owned when he got transferred to Gujarat! For all those who are interested in astrology or are die hard believers, u might be happy to know that I indeed met with an accident a few months back (if u r still interested, u can go back a few months in the blog n see the post on that!)

So, coming back to the original storyline, I'm stuck behind this private bus in this particular road cos just ahead of this, there is this college bus I was talking about. I don't know for what the hell it had stopped cos I couldn't see any students getting down. And they had stopped it at a nowhere! And adding to that, the real elite class of the clan, the Autorickshaw-wallahs enter the scene from almost all the directions! I can see them coming thru all the possible directions adding to the jam. They are coming even thru the footpaths on which even walking would have been difficult. And then the proceeding begins with the inaugural address by the auto-wallahs. They sing the anthem in unison with a variety of their horns. All is in order and the meeting begins. Soon, everyone is busy voicing their own opinions with their respective horns. And now the second phase and by far the most important phase begins. It's the attendance where u check to verify that every living and dead member from the family of the driver before u is very much alive in their memories. And the "roll-callers" are good enough to prefix and suffix the family with terms of affection starting with M,P,T,K etc.

Happy that we have remembered the family, without whom we would have been nothing, we move onto the next phase. This is attained when u have reached the saturation with ur patience and the name-callings seems so absurd to urself and instead u prefer muttering under the breath. And then u have the endless opportunity to take the huge visual feast around u, i e, neighbouring vehicles. The auto-wallahs n the boys check out all the things remotely feminine in a perimeter of 25 meters around them. And that is when u pass bills for consideration and approval in the meeting. This is also a favourable time for the girls to re-apply their make-up or give the guy in the bike next to hers the all bitchy-haughty look! If u are infinitely bored with the proceedings, u can turn up the music, sing along it, or u could just pick ur nose!!!

Now, many of u might ask me- where did this brotherhood come from when actually it's all hell let loose. Well, u have missed a picture here. Beneath all this, there is a fact that unites us- that we are as pissed off at the things as the guy next to us. And believe me, when u cuss or curse the driver ahead of u, just look around. U'll get that smile or nod from the driver next to u. It means he liked the point stressed and that he seconds u!!! Isn't it a sign enough??? It is a silent message that says, "That's like it, bro!"

FOOTNOTE: After a similar rendezvous yesterday, we come to Big Bazaar for shopping. After shopping, I open the doors of the car so that I can keep all the bags inside. And then I realise that some asshole has banged at the tail-lamp of my car. I hadn't noticed it before and I know for sure that it's new. Instantly, I remember that particular brother from my brethren who did it to my car and all the possible combinations from the Universal Code of Brotherhood's Affection and his family!!!

TOENOTE: Finally, my eight semester results came. And I've managed to clear all the papers. And that too with marks that I never imagined. After four years in this University, it never ceases to amaze me!!!

NAILNOTE: Its two months since most of my friends finished their respective courses and most of them have landed jobs, or have joined for PG or are at least are into serious job hunting. Why doesn't this bother me even a lil bit??? Hope that I'll at least start studying for my Mock CATs seriously!

"It's so hard when I've to and so easy when I want to!!!"

Excuse me! Errr... Is that my crotch???

******** WARNING! THIS POST COULD TURN OUT TO BE GROSS!********

After being laid up with cold and sore throat for a week, I finally decided that I had to cut my hair. My hair was something I adored and admired (ahem ahem). Not that it was all that classy, or Tom Cruisy but I liked it. And I might add that I had a lot of admirers for my hair!!! Usually, I resisted the urge to cut hair till all the people in my flat would end up commenting on it and moves would start to allot a part of monthly maintenance towards my hair dressing!

But after catching cold three times in a month, I was frustrated with my hair. And I finally decided to cut my hair two days back. I had never been this desperate. Maybe, my feelings could be summed up in the fact that I was even ready to go all "motta”!!! And, so I land at the saloon where I have been going for a few years now.

For all the AC, TV and reclining chair, they charge me 50 bucks for cutting hair. Well, back in Palakkad, near my college, u could get that done with 18 bucks. The only problem would be that u would have to wait for some time, reading all the "painkili" magazines lying around there and double check that the scissors are not rusted. But the guys out there are quite friendly and by the time they finish the job on ur hair, they would have enough info on u that they could possibly sketch a family tree of urs dating back to 5 generations!!!

Getting back to my latest rendezvous with my hair-dresser (I always found this term funny. Back then, I used to imagine what if they really dressed my hair and put some miniskirts on that! Don't call me a perv :-)), I finally reach the saloon. At this time of the day, there is little rush and there is just another guy other than me. And there are a total of four chairs (yeah, this is what I was taking about!) and I sit on one of them. My usual dresser is nowhere to be found. The owner comes to me and I say "Crop it real close. I'm catching this cold frequently these days" and lie back in the chair. With my childish face (he would have never imagined that I'm an Engineer!) I didn't want to sound like those old days when moms used to warn before going to the "barber shop"- "Close crop or I won’t let u in the house!"

Due to the cold, I was frequently taking deep breaths thru my clogged nose (Yuck) to aid my oxygen intake! And I hadn't noticed how I was sitting on the chair. Of course, that white cloth was on me but other than that I hadn't cared how I sat. It was later I noticed that while one of my arms was resting on the armrest of the chair as it should have, the other one was holding the arm rest. Not holding actually; I should say gripping. Well, guys with some imagination, I hope u can imagine the scene. And for those with a poor imagination, I can't do anything!!!

The reason I came to realise this was when I felt something (ahem ahem) hot on my hand. And then I realised that it was his crotch pressing against my hand! For those interested in the biological aspect of this, the crotch is a little hotter than the rest of the body. They say that actually it should be 2 degrees colder, but experience tells me it is not! Well, enough of biology class. The still curious ones can Google it!

Well, it must have been some time that this has been going on cos he was in that position cutting my long locks from the side for quite some time now. I was too busy taking in air and watching out for falling hair. What if they land on my nose and what if they make me sneeze and what if I sneeze and what if some mucous comes out and what if it falls on the table or what if it lands on the mirror and what if....?

Suddenly, I remember Zohan from that crazy-pathetic-attempt-at-hillarious-movie-resulting-in-bad-sucker-movie You Don't Mess With The Zohan. Was he becoming another Adam Sandler with a gayish touch? When I realised this, my first instinct was to pull my hand back. But it was pressing real hard that I couldn't pull it without...err... hurting him! And I was not in any mood to meet his eyes. Is he really gay? Is he one of those who were really happy with the 377 Article??? I was thinking of all the possible combinations ranging from openly gay to paedophile!!!

In the first chance I got, I pulled my hand free! And he continued cutting my hair. At times, I took a peek at the mirror to see his face hoping to catch something that gave away his intentions. It showed nothing and I eased up again and was again busy adjusting the "sangathi" of my breath rhythm. And after sometime, I realised that my hand was again pressing against his all bulging groin; this time, my left hand! And I couldn't tolerate it anymore. I just pulled it at once and he jerked! He looked at me and I looked down. And as I was contemplating on his sexual orientation, I got a weird feeling. What if he was normal and he thought me as gay instead. He must have thought that I was having a "goodtime"!!! I couldn't imagine it. Even though I tried to dismiss it, it became more and more like it to me. I wanted to run away from there. I was brought back to reality by his voice "Is this enough?"

I wouldn't have minded having a little more hair removed but at this moment I just wanted to dash out from the saloon. I said it was enough. I gave his a 100 bucks note. Why the hell didn't I have a 50 bucks note??? And add to that, he didn't have change and had to search around to give me back the 50 bucks. As he gave me back the note, our eyes meet and he smiles at me. I don't know why, but suddenly the scenes from Dostana flashes before my eyes; the scene about how Abhi and John meet in Venice!!!

I dash out of the saloon. And I get onto my bike without another look towards the saloon. And I reach back my flat under one minute. I just can't think of what happened within the last half an hour. I begin to curse the moment I felt like cutting my hair. And as I take a cold shower, I decide that I would never ever set my foot again in that saloon! Never!!! And presently. I'm contemplating on self-sanctions against travelling before the shop for another couple of months!!!

FOOTNOTE: After I crop my hair, I catch fever and was confined to bed for the past two days. Had an awesome time sleeping for most part and more importantly, watching cartoons! My favs now are Jungle Cubs, Jungle Book, Timon and Pumbaa, Loney Tales and plus all those series on Toon Disney!!! If u want to know the timing, sms me. :-)

TOENOTE: More and more people are taking to blogging it seems. Vyshu has hit the stands. Welcome Bro!!!

NAILNOTE: As I was watching Sholay today, I had this crazy idea. Why don't I make a post-fighting episode to it? Nothing like the RGV (Sick) sequel. Just for gags!!! Wait till I pen down the script. Till then, Cheers!!!

Friendship...

Happy Friendships Day to all!!!

This is my first Friendship's Day away from college. Not that we had bothered to celebrate it or party around. Mostly, we were too busy to realise that it was the 1st Sunday of August and that it had some meaning. But as college comes to an end, I can see a difference in the attitude. Till now, I got some 20 SMS from my "ex-classmates"!!! Changes separation can bring in u. :-)

A special Friendship's Day wishes to my closest of close- Chilleroidz and GODS!!!

FOOTNOTE: I had gone back to my hostel on 29th. Meet everyone once more; some for the last time. Had our last bash in the hostel. It was Vava's b'day the next day. Killed him!!!

30th was BEAUTIFUL!!! And finally, as usual, I caught cold. :-)

TOENOTE: Two mock CATs over, and I'm frustrated with the TIME people. Once more, and I'll go on a killing spree.

NAILNOTE: Vyshu wanted me on FB. At last, I granted him his wish. Now he says it was the biggest mistake he did!!! I'm busy play Donnut Don on Mafia Wars.

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000017556153&ref=profile

Bidding The Adieu...

Finally, the day I had been expecting for four years came. Today was the D-Day I had been waiting for during the past four days. Today, I vacated my room in my college hostel. Strange it may seem, from the very first day of my life in NSS College of Engineering, Palakkad, all I wanted was to get out from there. I felt I was suffocating in there.

But as July dawned upon us, and we were running busy with projects and vivas, did I feel some pang deep inside me??? Then I began to count the weeks and then the days... Finally, today it happened.

As I stood among the mess that was my room (227... How I've come to love this number!), yesterday night, I knew there was something inside me that was hurting. I hated to admit it. Not much of a college to miss but the hostel was sure a heaven! The things we had done there. All those days and nights. And I stood there among what was to be separated as useful and trash, packing bags.

Meeting everyone before I went was something I thought I would never do. It was a conviction of years. But after all the packing, I found myself going to MH1 to meet my friends there! It wasn't bad. But it sure felt good.

And I found myself sending messages to everyone of my friends in my cell.

"Njan naale ee campusinode vida parayunnu..orupidi ardramaya ormakalum, oru pidi nalla souhrudangal nenjileti, kochu kochu pinakangalum vashiyum ormichu kondu... Thank for being part of my campus life... Wishing u the very best..."

The response was overwhelming. I got replies from people I never expected. It was one of the moments when ur heart fills with those infinite emotions. And I got an unexpected call; a call I had been trying to make for months! It was Manju. The things farewell does to people. Time is indeed a great healer.

Some things have an awesome timing. It was 1 am and I was going back to my room. As I pass the deserted TV Room, I take the remote and switch on the TV. The channel is Kiran and the song is "Oru Ratri Koodi Vidavangave..." from Summer in Bethlehem. It couldn't have been better!

By the way things were going, I had thought that the actual leaving would be really emotional. But it was just the opposite. No one was there. It was just Kiran, Gokul, Anoop and Praveen. The bags were put in the car within no time and I was already leaving in 10 minutes. Nothing as I expected. Had even thought that the journey back would be nostalgic. Well, for all the 120 kms, I was just concentrating on the road ahead. Not a single thought about the place I had left a few hours ago! But sure I'm going to miss it in the coming days....

FOOTNOTE: Thanks- Manju, for calling me up. Not once, but thrice. I know I wasn't my old self, but then a lot of time passed; many things changed.

Thanks- Nandu, for the farewell lunch. I loved the cutlet, the fried rice and the fruit salad!!! But I hated that chewing gummish round thing. :-) Thanks to my sisters Asha, Anusha, & Nami for being there. Anu, I'll kill u one day!

Thanks- To Chilleroidz. We rock dudes!!! From that first time in Surya to this day, it was a journey we took, together, knowing we'll be out there for each other. And to GODS. U rock too!!! All those wonderful memories we etched with u.

Thanks- To all my friends who made my life complete in this college.!!!

TOENOTE: I'm just wondering what I would have been doing, if I was in the hostel right now. Most probably in 223, enjoying life or playing cards in WaterWorld. Instead, I'm here, blogging. My back hurts like hell due to all the driving!!!

NAILNOTE: After cancelling the plans and tickets for four times during the past two years, today I again booked tickets to Gujarat to go in September. Hope I would make it this time. Hopefully, I would be there during the Navratri. Waiting for the Dhandiya and lots of sweets!!!

Meme

For those wondering about what this title means, I would say just try going to Wiki. Now to the story how I got this.

I was chatting with my girlfriend yesterday night and she asks me-

"Hey, tell me a word that means new ideas, philosophies, etc"

"Uh me? Y do u need this?"

"For one of my friends. He wants a name for his blog"

"Ok. What about Jugaad?"

"Nahi jaan. I want it in English. U r soooo intelligent na!!!" ( No exaggeration)

"Wow!!!" She has got the wrong notion about me. Y don't I honour that. And I was Googling for a word for the next 15-20 minutes. After all, it was a matter of my intelligence!!!

And at last I strike at Meme. It is not exactly what she wanted. But I like the sound of that. I smile to myself. And I proudly announce it to her.

"Uh??? What is it?"

She didn't even know that it was a word suggestion. Might have thought that I had typed it in mistake! So I send her the link in Wiki.

It takes a few minutes for her to reply. And is she talking about other things???

"Did u like the word?"

"Woh sab chod do! Let's talk about something else"

WHOA!!! What was it? Is it really gross???

State of Affairs

I finished my Course Viva on July 2nd. Now, I'm an Electrical Engineer finally. And I'm sitting at home, having a GALA time (This particular word in remembrance of Usha ma'am, our Biology teacher from KV. She was always behind my long hair and my poems.)

"Manish, u better cut ur hair. Or else I've got an old dissection scissors in my lab. I'll cut ur hair. Or else, I'll bring ribbons and tie ur hair"

She was a sweet lady. :-) Cheers to u ma'am!

I wake up at 11 in the morning; have my lunch at 12 and then log onto the computer and browse. Google is an awesome thing. Man, Larry Page and Sergey Bin are two awesome guys! Between, for those who care, Google is going to launch their Linux based OS, named Google Chrome (the browser was just a part, I guess). It will be available from the second half of 2010. Will MS have to jump out thru the Windows??? I'm excited

Back to my routine. I've my lunch at 3 and watch movies that I downloaded the other day. Bit Torrent is another awesome thing!

And at 5, I land at Punkunnam and I'm there till 8. It's the old KVians hangout. By the way, MLA Road looks awesome now after all the rains. Cheers!

Nights are for computers again. Till 11-12, I'm again online, reading articles, playing games, blogging. What a life!!! I love this. I don't wanna join any company. :-) Would love do continue this.

Maybe, a SMS Vyshu send me today will do good here. Some of u might know this already. Don't show off. This is for those who haven't heard this. :-|

MOM: Wake up son. It's time to go to college.

SON: Y Amma? I don't want to go to that college.

M: Give me two reasons y u don't want to go to ur college?

S: One, all students hate me! Two, all teachers hate me!

M: Oh! That's not a reason. Come on, u've to go to college.

S: Give me two reasons y I should go to college.

M: One, U r 52 years old!!! Two, U r the Principal of the college!!!

~~~~~ ~~~~~

FOOTNOTE: I've two backlogs to clear before I get out of that college. That's on 14th and 23rd. The wonder that is Calicut University, the results would be out only by Jan-Feb!!! For those with the combination of placements and backlogs, SMILE. There is nothing u can do other than that!

TOENOTE: Infosys have asked for a statement about the current state of affairs. :-) They just want to know if we'll join on the said date, i.e., Sept 29th. Well, if u r desperate enough to join, u can get a certificate stating ur current (read pathetic) situation from ur principal and scan it and mail it to them. Phew!!!

NAILNOTE: I'm going to join for Mock CAT in TIME, Thrissur. Meanwhile, here is a list of things I want to do in between:

• Learn to play guitar
• Get a new music system for the car
• Learn Spanish ( Gonna go out wid Penelope. :-) No kidding! )
• Learn Salsa ( I need a partner who is willing to relocate to Bangalore for the sake of this)
• Join Lights & Life for the 100 days Photo-Journalism course
• Buy a new Nikon D90. I want it real bad. (It would cost around 1 Lac. Donations accepted)
• ....................................

Love Story...

On the 21st of last month, it was my sister's engagement. It was a relation that had stood the test of time and many adversities. Now when I look at them, I see how happy they are with each other. They make a perfect couple and sometimes I feel envious of them!!!

I always wanted to fall in love; not just fall in love, but wanted it to be perfect. After so many crushes, infatuations and relations, I stand here, all alone, wondering what it takes to make love perfect.

Love is a crazy world, all those roller-coaster rides of emotions, the highs and lows, the longingness, the fights. I HATE LOVE!!! It just comes to ur life when u least expect it, changes u over-night, ur world is totally different and when u begin to believe that love is perfect, it just leaves u, all bleeding from ur heart.

To begin with, u have all these expectations about ur better half. The biggest mistake in most relationships, whether love, friendship or any other kind of relationship is that u expect things. Expectations hurt!!! I wanted her to be mature, jovial, understanding, adventurous, flexible... The list was a lil' long.

Then someone, no better than the rest of the people around u, walks pasts u and does something really stupid that changes ur life forever. It could be a smile, a word, a hand, anything really silly, something that hundreds of others had done to u and u had never noticed it! She wouldn't be meeting even half of ur long list of eligibility criteria yet u forget all about ur expectations and goes out full on to woo her. Ur world shrinks to that single person. U don't have time for friends or partying anymore. U look up for all the offers available by every single mobile operator and makes ur messages and calls free 24x7. U spent ur whole day in ur room, cuddled on ur bed, whispering to the fone. U ignore the loud knocks on ur door, shout at ur friends & ask them to just go away, & that u'll have ur dinner later. U listen to songs that u could dedicate to her, write ur own love poems, for someone who never ironed his dress, u start to frantically search for the iron box, u wake up early and stay up late, u watch movies that u would have hated otherwise. The things that love can make us do!

When was the last time u went out with ur friends for a movie? It seems ages ago! But u remember all the times u went out with her, the friends who had come with her, and her friends' friends. And u have time & money to call everyone in her friends circle but then u realise that u had forgot to wish ur friend of many years on his birthday. "FUCK", that would be the automated response. But u still go on thinking that he would understand. U come to luv her perfume, asks her a thousand questions on what she likes about every single topic on this earth, u do all the crazy things u thought u would never do; anything for that one smile, one touch of hers, one kiss. U luv those lil' things she does, like pulling at that lock of hair that always falls to her face, the way she makes a face when she plays with u, the way she dress, walk, talk, laugh, cry and what not!!!

And things seems to be perfect. U go on to talk about ur future, the paint of ur future bedroom, ur honeymoon destination, all those stupid silly things that u would later attribute to immaturity. Then the questions comes:

"How much do u love me jaan?"

Like time, with no beginning and no ending. Or was it, I would stretch my hands and till they meet??

"What will u do if I die?"

My world would be torn apart. I would go mad. Don't say this jaanu, I can't even bear the thought of it.

"What if our parents don't agree?"

We will convince them baby. Is our love that weak that we can't convince our parents? After all, it's our parents na!

Then it happens. It started as a small fight over a silly thing and ends up in the breakup. The name calling starts and accusations flying all around. The usual list of addressing would be selfish, immature, egoistic, pessimist, sadist, jealous, MCP, bastard, bitch, loser.... The list is endless to no end! U go back to ur old friends who were just waiting for u. They had seen this over and over again and always knew that it was bound to happen. They ask u for the reason and u tell them, "It was suffocating. She changed a lot afterwards. We wanted to go on our separate ways. There was something missing in it. We hope being independant would help."

U forget what u saw in that person when u first met her and got together. Regardless of what happened, they are still the same person u met and have a right to their dignity.

Someone acts as the Agony-Aunt or the Agony-Uncle. They tell u, "U were not compatible yaar. It was never meant to be" U nod ur head and take another sip of ur beer and smile weakly. And u walk back to ur hostel, just like the good old days, laughing, signing, playing and suddenly u brush past a girl unknowingly. U turn ur head and say sorry and she smiles back at u.

"OMG!!! Man, she is beautiful."

Does anyone learn from his/her mistakes??? I don't think so. But life still goes on.... Vikram Kapoor had rightly said, "There is only one thing worse than not finding love; that is to find it and lose it. For it marks u for ur life..." I HATE LOVE!!!

FOOTNOTE: I've made a few changes in my expectations about my better half. She should know how to whistle, hoot, drive fast, climb trees, swear out loud... Being adventurous and happy to do crazy things would be an added advantage. Jumping over walls is an example. ( This might ring something for someone from the past :-) )

TOENOTE: How much does rumours help in making and breaking a relation??? After yesterday, I wonder.

NAILNOTE: Sorry, there is no nails left. Due to all the tensions from my luv-life, I nibbled at them not realsing that they were from my foot!!!

The Last Train To Nodo...

I always belonged to Nodo. How it came to me or y only this stuck with me, I still don't know. For those wondering where Nodo is, I'll tell u.

Nodo is where I belong to; a place where was destined to. U can call it a child's wild fantasy or end result of boredom, but it was my own world that I created when I was a kid. I've created lots more cities; some built with Ice-cream and some with chocolate rains. But Nodo was different. It wasn't filled with fantasies or chocolates, or fairies. It was just like the real world, but like how Thomas Hardy would have liked it - Far From The Madding Crowd, with a virgin lush green mountains covered with forest and streams running down it, with vast pristine beaches with white sand and clear blue water...

My trips to Nodo didn't end even thru teenage. I still go to Nodo sometimes. :-) Travelling has always been my call.

Four years of my college and hostel life is coming to an end. After my final lab exams, we (me, Beku & Bristo) decided to come back home by the 6 PM Coimbatore- Trichur Passenger. It is a train that I loved a lot. I just loved the route and this train had the perfect timing of all. Over the four years, I had come to love it more and more. The only comparison for this journey, if any, would be the morning 7.30 passenger to Coimbatore thru the Ghats. Before we embarked on the journey, we had the feeling that this would be the last one in this train.

Trains are the best appetizers for my mood. I could stand near the door and think and think. It was a pleasant way to lead my train of thoughts to my own world, maybe Nodo. As usual, the train was filled with daily commuters and students. I managed to stand near the door. It is in this train that I had met lots of interesting people- Johnsonettan who runs a Automobile Workshop in Coimbatore, who helped us in our project. He had got an order to build the body for a car at the time when I visited him. It was nearly an year ago. Little did we know that it would be a car that would start a new revolution in the auto-industry. It was nothing other than TATA NANO!!!

The train takes an hour to reach Shornur where it has a one hour halt for shunting. At 8, it leaves Shornur and reaches Punkunam at 8.45 PM. For the first part fo the journey, I always stand near the door. absorbing the vast treat for eyes, especially in the rainy season. I could see a woman working alone in her fields even though the usual working hours were long over; two young boys bringing nearly ten bags of sand each on their bicycle from the Nila (Bharathapuzha); the local woman bathing in the meandering river with little water; herds of buffaloes making it back along the lush green fields.....

The halt at Shornur was a time for us to go outside the station on feast on the various delicacies in the various push-carts around the station. As the train pulls into Shornur, most of the people would get down, leaving just a handful of us left. It would take the 7.30 Mangalore-Chennai Mail to fill it again. When we got back, I managed to get a seat by the emergency window. The funniest part was that I had a hard time raising the emergency window!!!

The last part fo the journey brought back Nodo to me. As the train pulled thru te darkness, thru the mostly deserted route, I watched the train's lights playing on the water lodged fields. I always thought that I was dying to get out from this campus where I was suffocating for the past four years. But as my Last Train to Nodo pulled more and more towards my destination, I was finding more and more reasons to smile, more things I would miss, more people I like...

I don't know what triggerred the thoughts- maybe it is Nodo, or was the train journey or just the fact that I would never travel in that train again...

As I got down at Punkunam and walked towards my home, my train to Nodo whistled past me, slowly gaining momentum.

The Gods That Failed...

Someone has rightly said : "It is more difficult to become Captain of Men in Blue than to be the Indian President. At least he has got a security advisor!!!"

The past few days has been one that brings home this point. The Men in Blue have failed miserably in the T20 World Cup in the Super Eight, losing all of the three matches. The same people of Ranchi, who gave Dhoni a hero's welcome 2 years back, have already burned his images and dummies.

There are many who believe that a single loss shouldn't be the reason for putting down the team. But there are things they don't know. Here is what happened.

Date: 14th June, 2009

Time 10:00 PM

Location: TV Room, Mens Hostel II, NSSCE, Palakkad

Channel: Star Cricket

Match: India VS England

Tomorrow: 15th June, 9.30 AM, Instrumentation Systems University examination

As usual, I sit for studying around 8. And I browse thru the text books (not mine; I didn't buy a single etxt for 8th semester!!!) As I go thru the syllabus, I yawn deeply. "Ithu enne konde poku" I say to myself.

One hour and I manage to turn a few pages. I can barely keep my eyes open. I pull myself together and lands on Beku's bed. Between, me , Aji and Beku are the study team. Best Team Alle!!! At 9.45, we leave the text books and rush to the TV Room to get a  seat. In this small room, with no tube and a fan that barely turns, u can hardly breathe with 100 plus guys shouting and hooting. But the suffocation is nothing compared to the spirit!!!

We took small breaks from watching TV and came back to turn a few more pages. But when India started to bat, we were glued!!! That was when the Sahara babies let down 1 billion people. And more importantly, those hundreds of students who had university exams on the next day.

To cut the story short, I didn't sleep that day. I had an awesome time mugging up, getting the Transducers and Tape Recorders into my head. 

The next day, I go for the exam. I see the question paper and get really excited. They have asked the things that I know. Oh Yeah!!!!!!! Yippeeee!!!! I write the essay on Digital tape Recording in 7 pages!!! Then I try to attempt other questions. I'm sure I have studied it but I cant recollect anything. Am I feel sleepy? I wonder. I try my best and answered the paper in my own words.

I get back to hostel and everyone is discussing the paper. I'm sure I would somehow pass the paper. Afterall, I've written the 15 marks essay in 7 pages. I smile to myself. I see Aji in the mess hall. The exam was easy for him. I tell him how i wrote the essay in 7 pages. Am I proud of that??? U could only guess!!!

But that lasted only until he said " Da, what u wrote is Magnetic Tape Recording. they have asked for Digital tape Recording!!!"

Footnote: I come back to my room and take the question paper. i add up the marks and reach at 30-35. For the ignorant, 40 is the pass mark in the University Exam if u have atleast 35 marks in Internals. I'm slightly relieved. I guess I would pass the exam thru moderation if I wrote all the other exams very well. I smile again.

Toenote: Yesterday, I went to college to get my supplementary form attested. I was just glancing around when I saw that the Instrumentation System internals has been published and I've got only 28. That means I would ahve to get 47 in the University Exam!!! My smile vanishes again.

Nailnote: Today after the exam, I went to see the IS teacher. No prizes for correct guess- She was on leave!!!

Actions and Reactions... :-)

It was 3.30 and tea-time in the hostel mess. Our final semester exams are due to begin in two days. As the usual story goes, I've not started studying anything for it. I always believed in one night stands! I would wind up studying for the exams on the night before the exam and this always worked for me. All my friends who tried hard to cram up for days really wondered how I ended up passing all the exams.

Actually, this has worked for me since 9th. And U could guess that I was really proud of this! I would wile away time watching movies, reading novels and of course sleeping, till the night before the exams. Now let me get back to the main stream. I'm having my tea and my friend from CSE, who happens to be in the room opposite to mine is chatting with his classmate. Well, results of six semesters have come and he hadn't got an all-pass in any semester till now. He was saying to his friend how he would study two modules today and two tomorrow.

For the ignorant, I study in Calicut University and for the still ignorant morons, this university sucks big time!!! No no, I'm not exxaggerrattinggg. People who don't write exams pass exams while those who write, end up getting binary marks. And u ask me what is the favourite chewing gum of the cattles and other four-legged milk giving mammals of the areas near Thenjipalam (for the moronheads who are scratching their head, it is the location of the University), it is the university answer papers. Oh yeah???- U would ask. I know this pesonally from the experiences of my friends.

So while my friend says this, I smile at him. I'm ready to pounce on him. Who would waste such a chance??? And I begin feasting on him. He then asks me- "nee ithuvare book kanditillalo?" (U haven't even seen the book yet !!!)

Pat I give him the reply - "Njan pakshe pass avunundallo" (but i apss all the exams!)

He decides to keep mum.

Time: 5 PM

I've finished watching Eagle Eye and I change my mobile to silent mode. I'm planning to have a nap till dinner. I'm woken up at 6 by loud knocks on my door. Its my friends. It seems the seventh semester results have come. And they are going on banging and banging. I reluctantly pull my cover aside and get up from my bed. It is so cozy to sleep in this climate.

"Da, 7 result vannu. Ninakku randu suppli: DSP-yum Advanced MuP-yum" (The s7 results are out. U've two backlogs- DSP and Advanced MuP). I rub my eyes and nod at them. And I go back to sleep. But then it strikes to me the thing that they had just said to me. I lay like that for 10 more minutes and I get up. There stands my neighbour. And he smiles at me. "I passed all the subjects!!!" - he says. I feel like a bolt stuck me. I walk out of the hostel, still half dazed and I reach the front of Mens Hostel I. All the electricals from MH I and MH II are standing outside in a circle and comparing the numbers. Then I come back to my senses and finally it comes out. "Fuck!!!" I mutter under my breath.

I had expected backlogs in my sixth semester. That is one of the reasons y I postponned my MBA options. But seven, I had never thought of that. Plus, taking Advanced Microprocessor as elective was considered suicidal. Only our college offered that and we were only very few in numbers. And I had finished my exam in 75 minutes. :-) I had scored just 26 in that. We were expecting more than 30 marks grace due to wrong questions!!! Did anyone just mention the word suicidal???

Footnote: I call my folks mostly. It was 7.30 and I was sitting in the mess hall for my dinner. I hear my cell phone ringing in my pocket. I take it out and see who it is. Must be some friends calling to compare the numbers and swear at the morons of the teachers who did the correction and lament over the way things are going. " So stange na that we take micro photostats from texts and copy it just like that and end up getting binary marks" - thus goes the usual conversations. But its not - Its my mom!!! I pick up the call. I don't tell her about the results and I keep the fone. I've a quiet dinner.

Toenote: After I finished my dinner, I'm digging into my casatta. My fone rings again. Now who is it? I wonder. Its my sis!!! OMG! I pick up the call. She asks me about my forth coming exams. I end up the conversation in less than two minutes. Was I desperate??? :-)

Nailnote: Finally at nearly 9, I call home. My dad picks up the fone. He was never bothered with the results much. I tell him the results. He laughs. "u r lying, right?" he asks me. I say "No" "Ok, I'll check it here. Give me ur roll number." I tell him the subjects in which I flunked. He seems to start to believe that. And he gives the fone to my mom. "Amma, I flunked in two subjects"

"when will be the exams??" she wants to know. "Within a month. Anyways, I don't have much work till Novemebr when I'll give my CAT" I console her "Manushyante karyam ithreyokke ullu amme"- I give it the final cliche touch. And I smile to myself as I've been doing all evening.

Monsoon is Back...

Hi All,

A week ago, the monsoons are back in Kerala. After a few bouts of summer showers, the monsoon was back in full flurry!!! I just love the rains.

It is something I've been seeing from right from my childhood, The dry summer when we used to play in the fields near my ancestoral home. And after that, the summer showers that always got me the cold. And then the really awesome Monsoons, something I've come to love to a good part.

When people all over the world are naming everything from cyclones to oceanic depressions by names of ladies, why don't I do that? It has sort of become my childhood sweetheart. I could call it Kalyani (a bit of Katrina touch!!!) Its way too traditional, but people are diggin deep into their culture and tradition these days.

I had gone to Coimbatore today. Its a place I really love, especially when it is not so hot over there. Plus I've so many memories from there- the Barista, the Race Course Road, the All Souls Church. The last time I went there, it was covered with rainy cloud. But it never rained. It was so cool. And, I had never seen Coimbatore on a more beautiful day. For people who know what happened that day, this could sound as a real irony. :-) Ya, I agree - She was even more beautiful! Really bad that it had to end on such a lovely day. How I wished that it would rain while I was still standing there in fornt of Nilgiris, wathcing the bus speed away.

" Dun cry coz its over; smile coz it happened!"

I went there around 7.30 and by the time I reached there it was 9.30. I wished that the day would be something similar to my last one - all cloudy and all. It would have made me really sad and desperate. But then again, I wanted to be so. But it turned out to be so hot. Plus, the things I had to get done; nothing went right! I got back to hostel at 2.30 and was already leaving for my home at 3 when it started raining! For most part of the three hours bus journey, it rained. I was feeling so numb. I didn't even feel like watching the rain. I was feeling numb, maybe for a multitude of reasons.

Had I become so numb that I lost my love for my childhood sweetheart???

I lean back on my chair in front of the lap. I can hear the rain outside. I open the windows of my room. The fresh breeze comes in and I can smell the air. Then I realise- I can never stop loving!!!

Make Over

Bored is a word synonymous with me. Rings bell na??? I guesss the blog needs a make over. Can expect it in a few days (or weeks???). Well, I cant be sure of that, cos I could get bored in between the face lift ;-)

I'm thinking of doing without many of the presnet features like the music player.I know that it has got some good collcetion but people have been having problem loading the blog. I've already removed all the picture posts. the album would be now available ina new slideshow widget provided by Picasa. It is awesome. I've come to love it. I've plans of designing my own template this time!!! I want it to be something that would stand for me. :-) Plus, I might change the name too!!!

When I said that I'm going to redesign the blog, my friend asked me if I'm again going for a black template. :-) Well, what can I say; I love the colour.

Seems I'll have my final semester exams from June 10th. To add to that, I've my project presenation on 5th. I'm screwed up big time. Lols.

Catch u guys later.

TC

10 Things I Hate About U!!!!

Uh? What are u thinking? If this is a review for the movie by the same name? No way. Firstly, the movie sucks. And secondly, the movie has got nothing to do with the title.

I was just thinking of the things I hate in people. Ahem. I know u will be making that endless things about me that u don't like, right? :-) Hmmmm. I know. Nevertheless, I've all the freedom to express, my views!!! So, kindly bare (Oops! bear) with me.

 

1. The thing that I hate most about people is when they intrude into my privacy. I just can’t tolerate that. I want my freedom and privacy. Is that so hard to understand? Do I keep smiling like an idiot at u while u are on the phone? Do I keep commenting about the things u do?

 

2. All the unnecessary talks about ethics and moral. Not that I don't believe in that, but personally, I've a lil less of that. :-) Plus, it’s not something to brag about it. It is so boring, especially if u lack it!

 

3. Sympathy! Do I look like I want ur shoulders to cry upon? Or that it would be so much easier for me, if u made all that faces and told me that u r rally sorry for me? Hell NO!!!

 

4. Advice! It is something that is so abundant and comes free too. So y not keep giving it. Remember, I don't want it unless I ask u for it. It would be nice if u kept ur piece of mind to urself. At least it would complete ur brains!!!

 

5. Don't say something and do something else. I don't want to change u or anything. Please don't do this as far as I'm involved in some way. I hate Hypocrisy.

 

6. U might have more experience than me. But that doesn't mean that u have to play smartass around me. Don't ever try being bossy with me. I warn u, I'll kill u!!!

 

7. Back Stabbing! I've been back stabbed many times in my life. I get close to very few people. It really hurts. I just can’t tell u before how I would react to it.

 

8. No Nagging! If I've told u that I don't want something, or that I won't do something, y cant u leave it at that. Do u always have to keeping nagging me and make me lose my cool??? Don't u have anything called common sense? I say no when I really can’t. Understand that. I may have my own reasons. It is not necessary that I've to tell it to u.

 

9. Cheaters!!! Let me sum up my feelings for them in this: &^$$#@!@%$%&^*$##!$%%^&%

 

10. And by far, the most important! Don't keep any tabs or records of things u have done or I haven't done in our relation. Even if u keep them, NEVER EVER mention it to me. Or the relation is over.

Accidents Do Happen, But U Hav To Work Hard For It...(Pics Comin Soon!!!)

12th February,2009

Time: 8.00 PM

I'm having an awesome dinner at Tongue Lingerie, the new restraunt of Hotel Kairali. Had gone with Manesh, Sinluchayan, Vava, Maamu, Annan, Mili. While at TL, Katta (Kiran) calls and asks me to buy food for him. Wats the big deal. I say okie, n munch on my Stuffed Naan. By the way, the food @ TL is awesome. Also, the Thattukada is also good, esp the Bengali Roll. I just love the roasted red chilli chicken @ TL. (mouth waterin')

Time: 8.45 PM

I get back to "veedu" after the dinner. Katta is still in MH. I had forgot my purse at the MH (the ignorant, pls read Mens Hostel). So, I take Kaatan's red pulsar 180 and head to MH2. I reach there and pick Katta. I give the bike to KLatta and let him drive. It had been raining for the apst two days. We had to give a book to Joby before we could head back to "veedu". I was desperately waiting to play 3000. It was the latest addiction. lol. Its an awesome game. Takes much time, but stil awesome. we play till 5-6 in the morning. ;-) 

Time: 9.10 PM

We give the book to Joby (ahh hmm) and drive back. As we reach Mili stores, I ask katta

"Eda, ee vazhi poya pore???" ("We will take this way") I wanted to go around the ground.

He says, "Venda, ithukude pokaam" (No, we will take this way)

So we go by the amin gate of our college. In the front of the main gate is a pool of water from the last rain. It covers all of the pukka road. As Katta negotiates the curve, he loses control and we skid and fall. (for those who know Katta, u wud b smilin ryt.. oh yeah ;-)

"WTF" Katta has hit his leg on the crash guard and it pains. I escape unhurt (lol).

"Eda, nee ini odikku. Ente kaalu vedanikunu" (now u drive. my leg pains)

I take the bike and he jumps on. Apart from the mud and all, we are unhurt for most part.

But, that was jus the begining. OMG

Time: 9.15PM

We are riding to "veedu", the hostel where Jishnu, Vava etc stay. We are talking and driving. The climate is so cool after the rain.

"Eda, eniku ithu odikaan ishtamalla. enikku control illatha oru vandiya ithu. handle okke thazthi vechekalle." (I dont lik driving this bike. This is one bike in which I don't have control on. The handle has been adjusted) I say. This bike is the baby of Kaatan. If he hears this, he will kill me. :D

"Enikku cntrol ulla oru vandi itha" Katta says back (this is one bike I have control on.)

We reach Durga Nagar near Chithra Theatre. I seea  dog lying on the road to the right. I decide to go by the left side of the dog. And I drive on.

I say "Eda, oru naaya..." (Look, a dog...) I didn't have chance to complete the statement before the dog rises and jumps in front of our bike. We hit it and the bike falls to the right.

Next Scene: Red Lights, Ambulance, Police...

No No No

I open my eyes and manage to get up. The ignition is stil on. I see Katta lying on his back, with his both hands on his head. Obviusly, he had hit his head on the road. I can feel that I have bruised myself at many places. But I didn't feel like I had broken any bones. The local people come running. I don't know what they herad first- our screams or the dog's. They pick me and Katta up and take to the house in front of the accident. Katta declares that his head is paining and that he has a headache. My BP shoots up. Shit. Well, this is my first accident!!!!!! So, I didn't know what to do. The locals comes with cold water and ice and apply to my wounds. I had lost my "paint" from the shoulder to the foot on the right side. Katta limps and has scratches on his face. His head still hurts. (OMG!!!!)

The locals wants to take us to the hospital. But we say, we'll call our friends. Katta calls the guys at the "veedu".

Time: 9.45PM

We wait as the train passes. We are caught in the railway gate and it has been closed for 15 minutes. No no, I'm not exxaaggeerrating. :)

At last it passes. We reach Sai nursing home. We are shoved in to the small room that looks like a casuality or dressing room. I gt the bed near the windows and shelf. Katta is separated by a curtain. I pull the curtain and peep at him. His head still hurts, it seems. Even as my legs and hands pain, I wish that a beautiful nurse would attend to me. I shouldn't have cos of 3 reasons-

One: This is Palakkad

Two: The time is nearly 10.

Three: Ammaku praana vedana, makalku veena vaayana (for the non-mallus, it is a old local sayin'. Neva mind)

A middle aged sister comes. She is far from beautiful. But she seems to be experienced and was friendly. She talks to me while she uses Betadine solution and gauze. (Boy, did it pain!!!)

And a Tamilian RMO comes and inspects me. I again peep thru the curtain as another sister and the RMO examines Katta. The RMO calls for a head x-ray. "Shit", I say.

I have bandages on my arms, knees, legs. I limp out of the bed. Katta has gone for the X-rays. I watch gold fishes in the aquarium. Lol. What else could I do? Lol ;)

Katta comes back and we watch the fishes together. :D

There seems to be no problem in the X-rays and we prepare to go back.

Time:: 10.30PM

I jump on Vava's bullet while Katta hops on Sinluchayan's Electra. We send Maamu and Manesh to get us Mango Shakes. Lol.

We reach back at "veedu" and i kick Mili, who is sleeping. (How cold u. :'( )

My mango shake arrives and I lie on the bed and sips it. I had got two shots- painkiller and tetanus. Do I need to say that it pains. :(

Some time later, I doze off. But the pain is "unsahikkable". Ouch! And I keep gettin up in middle of night.

Footnote:

22 February, 2009

It has been 10 days since the accident and I still limp a little. The wounds on my elbow have no intentions of healing, it seems. For those interested, I will give a detailed description of how it feels. :)

Toenote:

I hadn't told about the accident at home. I reached home y'dae. The response wasn't that "over-whelming". But it was cool. Didn't want them worrying before they saw me. How nice na????? :)

Nailnote:

Jishnu calls me today evening and asks me if I can write my S7 lab exams on Tuesday instead of Wednesday. I say, okie. But replacing whom?

"Katta onnumkoodu bikeil ninnu veenu, veetil vechu. Avanu Tuesday ezhuthan patilla". (Katta fell from the bike once again when he was at home. He cant make it to the exams on Tuesday.)

For those who know Katta, u can still keep on smiling. He neva changes. :)

Slumdog Millionaire and Bollywood's Family Package....

The Oscars have been announced and it wasn't a surprise sweep for Slumdog Millionaire. But a toll of eight out of ten was a dream run for SDM and of course, Danny Boyle. As an Indian, and more as a Malayali, I'm quite elated (no regionalism or communalism meant). But I was surprised when it was shown in IBN that Bollywood's own Angry Young Man, the Big B, lauding the SDM team and saying he was feeling really patriotic. So where did the Angry Young Man in him go to? The same guy who had criticised SDM for portraying India as a “Third World dirty underbelly developing nation”.

Bachchan wrote on his blog:

"It's just that the SM (Slumdog Millionaire) idea authored by an Indian and conceived and cinematically put together by a Westerner, gets creative Globe recognition. The other would perhaps not,"

If the movie projects “India as a third world dirty underbelly developing nation and causes pain and disgust among nationalists and patriots, let it be known that a murky underbelly exists and thrives even in the most developed nations.”

"Conditions world over are so similar. Perceptions differ, but the reality of life and existence, unchanged. Comments for the film Slumdog Millionaire and the anger by some on its contents, prompt me to say the above."

But later he was there to clarify his comments once it drew attention from other people from film industry, especially King Khan. He said: "I write a blog. But the opinions expressed in my blog were not my own. So many people write on my blog site and I was just quoting one of them. I have spoken to Anil Kapoor and Danny Boyle and cleared the misgivings. But everyone must have freedom of expression."

Well, this is not the reason why I'm writing this. The reason is that I don't like this Family Package from Bollywood. Yeah right, I'm refering to Big B and his family of actors and actresses. Big B shouldn't be having any problems making any comments and later withdrawing it cos he has Jaya Bachchan, his better half, who is getting a practical class in this area, after she entered politics.

Whatever it may be, I just luv the kiddie B, Abhi. He is quite a good actor. (Well, of course, he sucks sometimes; mostly, when it comes to dance and high end emotions.. lol.. but otherwise he is awesome.) What I cant stil forgive is his marrying Ash. Wish she would reduce to Ashes. Oops, I spelt ashes with a capital A. Now, it will be news for ToI (for the ignorant, it means Times of India, previously one of the best papers, but now, more of a tabloid) and they could go all the way and write in tomorrows paper that Ash will be present to watch Ashes this year. What doesn't her PR do? He must be an awesome guy and Ash must be paying him huge (or is it the Big B now??) for creating all these hypes about her even though she is a big flop.

Times of India reported that Aishwarya will be one of the presenters at the 77th Oscar (2005). But for all those who waited and waited to get a glimpse of the "beauty queen", I'm sorry for you. What has she done to deserve all this attention? She still is just an average actress. Besides Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam, does she have any film in which she can say that she was a part of the success of the film? She handed producers flops after flops, yet she was always in the limelight. Remember the hype the media created when there were news that she had been invited to Hollywood in lead role. Well, it lasted a few months. Her PR did a great job in making her look like the lead role of a woman oriented movie. Lol. He must be some guy, right? Mrs Aishwarya Rai Bachchan might be beautiful (frankly, I don't think.. i feel like puking after seeing her movies and this isn't an exageration :-D), but she has to know that Hollywood is more thahn beauty. It requires talent too. Why is the media still hyping over the gown she wore to the premeire of Pink Panther 2. (Heard she has a small role and she puts on air like she is the lead). I'm speechless before the Fourth Estate and media. Surely, India must be shinig. Is that because I'm blind that I cant see it?

Footnote: I hope the Big B clan doesn't sue me for this article. Maybe, I can qoute him while he said "But everyone must have freedom of expression."

Toenote: How long will we have to wait until we see a movie starring the Bollywood's Family Package??? Or is momma B busy playing politics with Raj Uncle?

Nailnote: I was discussing this article with my friend today. "So what do u think of Ash?" I ask him. "Who? Ash? My Ass!", quick was the reply. So I don't stand alone here.

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