As its Happening

Here comes the 2nd Installation....If u are new here then u should read "As it Happened" 1st before starting this.....

Contd.....

As the journey was getting into everyone like getting settled in a new home, our Family Man opened a book and started studying. All I could make out from the text was some lengthy square roots and q,z,r,y,a and blah blah blah. Somehow I managed to see the cover of the book, ”Structural Analysis”. OMG. Either he must be going for an examination or an interview or updating his knowledge. Whatever it was, with hairs graying around, it was something to be appreciated or I felt so. Mr.Curious, hope you know why I kept him that name. Just looking around what everybody was doing and was now and then peeping into structural analysis.

Son took off to the other luggage space for a nap while father was already into sleep mode. So Mr.Curious shifted to Son’s place, took some spiral bound book of his and started studying. Pal tried to sleep but couldn’t. College guy had a nap and woke up. As we crossed Thiruppur and approaching Erode rain started to get heavy and I had to close my window. I was wondering what to do. Appo thaan. Why not a blog? But how to write. I searched through my mobile to find anything to type apart from message like notes or something. Found an app for memo. So am using it and typing now. Maybe will use a word editor later.

I forgot to mention about the Passerby. He got in at Thiruppur. He placed himself between the College Guy and Mr.Curious. He heard a few songs in the loud speaker maybe he forgot his headphones or does he have one or maybe lost in the course of the day. Karuna and Big mouth had few small talks. Family man closed his book as we reached Erode.

I needed water now but was really hesitant to get out. Meanwhile Passerby and Big Mouth got some packed biriyani for dinner. Finally I got down to get myself a water bottle. I was hesitant because of two things, one, my seat and two, my bag placed on my seat. So I was out and in, in a flash.

How do you guys feel about having snacks or a meal or anything on the train? I mean like only you’ll be having and the rest will be watching. I don’t buy anything in train because this reason unless I have some few other guys with me. I guess Passerby must be that kinda guy, he had his dinner standing at the doorway. Finished it off and then came back to his seat. Whereas our Big mouth, as usual, finished it off at his place and washed his hands through the window. Done.

The train was unexpectedly fast, we reached Salem in 2 and a half hours. As the train approached the platform, Passerby, College Guy and Mr.Curious got ready to get down. As they got down, a Bunch of four guys got in with their bags and stuff. They seem to look like construction workers, had some tools in a bag and a bosch case. They squeezed themselves into that space of two. All were slim and sleek so they dint have a problem.

It was almost close to 11pm now. I was having my headphones on so all I could make out was their lip movements. Only after a few minutes I realized that all seem to watch me now and then. With the kinda of atmosphere in the train, just imagine a guy with head phones on, typing in a mobile with querty keypad for almost 2hours, who would not watch.

Since it was a special train we had a few stops in the middle of nowhere, to give way to superfast trains, with each stop lasting for almost 20 to 30mins. During this time I almost came close to the current time in my blog. Hope you can get what I say. Now we are in Samalpatti, a place somewhere between Salem and Jolarpet.

Son has woke up from his deep sleep and is looking at his seat which is occupied by the Bunch but he manages to find a seat in the next cubicle. Everyone got settled into some position. One of the guys from the Bunch is going up to the luggage space left by the Son. Another guy is just spreading the sheet near me on the pathway and he is down too. Few silent moments pass by. Am just looking here and there. Pal finding it hard to sleep I guess, is just moving often. Big Mouth already in his dreams. I think he heard me, just woke up to lower his window and back to sleep. Family Man also sleeping peacefully. Father woke up once in Salem and Erode, that’s it. With his plumpy head with double chin down, sleeping wonderfully and finally our Sleepy Head, except for a few movements now and then, he is settled in his position. That leaves only me, still observing everyone.

I have never travelled in general compartment during night, so was not feeling sleepy. Had few naps. A lot of things go on in my mind when I look at them. They don’t have the slightest bit of clue about what I am upto. Just wake up guys, am writing about you.

“What is it you are typing?” “What phone it is?” “What is it in your hand, is it a phone?” that’s true. Literally. Hope you can make out the difference between these questions and I wonder how many of these know that am gonna publish about them for the world to read. So, this blog, why did I write? I myself donno. I just wanted to note down the whole experience of travelling in a general compartment in night. இதுக்கு மேல நான் மொக்க போட விரும்பல.

The only guys awake are me and another guy from the Bunch. Its 1am. Hope the train reaches Chennai by 4am, that’s what they said to me. Donno what to infer from this blog. Ungalukku entha maathiri intha blog irukkunu feel pannareengalo appadiyae vechukonga. Lemme try to grab some sleep because I just have a day in Chennai, I don’t wanna sleep it off. With Kadhal Anukkal in my ears now, in this drizzling cold night.

As it Happened..

Yesterday

Me and Ganapathy were in the station, more than an hour before the expected departure of the train. We were waiting for my friend Bala. “wru da” and the reply came “on de way மச்சி..ll call 1ce am der” It wasn’t a big deal because still an hr or so for the train but still I said “k..cme soon”.

It was a late monsoon this season, weather lords started their party as they did for the past couple of weeks. The down pour started and I started to worry whether he can make it on time.  Finally, after almost an hour my phone rang. As expected, it was him.

“Dae..எந்த platform?”

Our very own CBE Junction P2

“Platform 2 da.. Straight ah nadanthu va.. Naanga kadaisila irukkom..”. As he walked along the edge of the platform our train arrived. With the crowd running to grab a seat in the general compartment, we pushed ourselves into it and finally met him. Bala, my colleague, is a short and fair guy and as usual his springy hair in disarray. We settled at a corner of a platform.

“Dey.. where’s your bag?” started Bala.

Good that he started it. “Bala....dont panic...am not going with you today.”

“What are you saying dude!!!!????? Why?”

“Have some stuff here which I need to take care of. I tried to give a hint at work today but you couldn’t make it out from it.”

“Hmmmm....” It was a big sigh from him. “Serious ah வரலைய?”

“Am serious dude.”

I was relaxed in a way because I thought he would panic and say “Then am too not going.” But he dint, good, at least he is going.

“And don’t worry. I’ll call them and convince about my absence. Ok?”

“Whatever.. நீயே சமாளிச்சுக்கோ..”

The train started finally and he left without me. Ganapathy was just a spectator for this talk show. Then we reached home around 11, dripping wet due to the non-stop rain.

Today Afternoon

After finishing off the works which made me to stay back yesterday, was kinda relaxing in my home. Vikas’ words were lingering in my mind, “ஏன் டா வரல!!?? You could have come.”

“Lost in your thoughts again??” Ganapathy put is as a question as he entered.

“நான் இன்னைக்கு கெளம்பட்டுமா?”

“எங்க கெளம்பட்டுமா?”

“Chennai da”

this big shoe is Me

“Your wish. Did you ask your mom?”

“பேசிக்கலாம்...”

I know, its just a day. Vikas said he had booked tickets for HP7 morning show. So, probably half a day would go by in the movie. Then maybe lunch with my few other friends and head back to Coimbatore.  Looks fine but the only thing is, I cant spend much time with anyone. Even Vikas knows it. Whatever “Am going”, the decision was made. Got the tickets, packed my stuff, informed my mom and called Ahmed too.

So it was Ahmed and Ganapathy who came to send me off. We had dinner on the way and reached station around 7.45pm, a couple of hours before, because we needed to get a seat for me in the general compartment. Once we were in, it’s the usual frustration “tan ton toin....பயணிகளின் கணிவான கவனர்திற்கு..” It was an announcement about a special train to Chennai which was about to arrive in another few minutes. Station was not crowded as it usually would be. We could see the train approaching in the vicinity. Ahmed managed to run along with the train and got me a seat as it was being brought to a halt, the single seat by the window. Three of us were laughing about how we ran and got the train while the rest of the seats got filled. The train started within 5mins, so I bid adieu to them and started to stare into the darkness outside. Made a few calls to my pals at Chennai and my mom. Few refused to believe that I was en route Chennai. So, I had to call them late when the train’s “thadak thadak” was prominent.

Once I was done with my calls, the person sitting opposite to me asked “நீங்க Chennai ah போறீங்க?” “Ya..”

And that’s when I started to look at my compartment rather my cubicle kinda thing. Hope you know that, how it is in the Indian trains, that 8 seats. Since it was a general compartment there were around 10 including me. The one sitting opposite to me must be in his late 50’s, I’ll call him father, you’ll know why later. So we both were on the single seats facing each other. Next to him on the three seater was a guy, looks suggest he must be a college guy and next him was the son, ya you are right, father’s son, in his early 30’s probably. Next by the window was an old man, wearing a yellow shawl like Karuna. He had a pal, another old man, he was sitting next to me on the three seater. So as I mentioned them, lets call them Karuna and Pal. Next to Pal were Mr.Curious, Family Man and the Big Mouth. That makes only 9 right. Ya and we have the Sleepyhead on the luggage space, he went to sleep few minutes after the train left Coimbatore junction, still no reaction from him, sleeping peacefully.

Wherever we go, either a train or temple or wedding or even a flight for that matter, there will be a conversation starter. Its not a topic here, I mean a person. That is Big Mouth. He started to talk abt something to Karuna, who were sitting opposite to each other near the window. Even though Karuna was hesitant to engage in a conversation at the very moment but then started to unwind... 

It was a little bigger than I thought so am posting it in two parts... Watch our for the next one soon...

Ma Escapade

Am back wit an anecdote from ma life. Few of ma friends know about it. This happened a decade ago. Ya, long back. 

It was the time when I was studying in National Model, 6^th standard. I wanted to change ma school desperately. I was pestering ma mom that “Here no exams till 8^th so I cant perform well in 10^th” and all the blah blah stuffs. Finally she agreed and accepted for the switch over. Happy, I was. So Where is it I joined?? 

“Carmel Garden Matric High School”....wth....????.... I dint even know that a school by that name existed till then. Cool, got the admission, joined. அப்பறம் பார்த்தா அது boys high school. It was the first time am entering into a boys high school. Actually, National Model was ma second school. The previous one was GKD, both of em were co-ed schools. It was a bit difficult to even accept the atmosphere. Jus had a feeling of jail at the first day around the school. With walls upto 2 to 3feet thick and most of em were male staff walking with slender bamboo sticks in their hand like prison wardens. Hell of an opening on the first day. So, classes started. I was in 7^thC, if am not wrong. I don’t remember how it was in the beginning, but I started to feel I wasn’t meant to be at that place. A totally different culture from where I was before. Guys getting blasted now and then, and the day never ends without at least anyone having an affair with Ms.Stick(Let at least it be an eve). I was just passing ma days over there, escaping from most of ma staff’s eyes. Dint get many friends over there, the ones I got too where not so close to me. The consequence of all these things was obviously a very rapid decline in ma performance. Amidst of all these I took a week long holiday to Chennai(nothing but fat). All ma notes were incomplete, and then I too got ma date sorry dates with Ms.Stick, home work ah அப்பிடினா!! That was the final stage where I was in. I was like “Wanna get outta this Hell...dammmnnnn...”.

Whenever everything closes upon you, either you’ll sort it out or get out, the latter being a cowardly act. It was one fine Monday morning. I used to stay at ma aunt’s place at times during that period. What we used to do on Monday morning, we means guys like me, just thinking “Intha HW முடிக்கல, அந்த test இருக்கு, ஐயய்யோ எதாவது பொய் சொல்லி cut போட்ற வேண்டியதுதான்...” So, I was very restless because I was supposed to submit ma CW, you remember the Chennai trip i mentioned and the other incomplete works, it was the D-Day. Got all  dressed up and ready and was standing at the door step for ma uncle to get ready, he has to drop me at school. Ma aunt is a teacher, she understood something was wrong with me and asked whether I completed all ma works and things. I confessed “no”, so she raised her voice and said “Ok...You don’t wanna go to school today...Finish it off and you can go tomorrow...”. They left for work and both ma sisters left for school and college.

I knew I cant complete it within a day and also பார்த்து copy பண்ண note வேணுமில்ல. I was just sitting on the veranda with ma note in front of me and wondering what to do. It was a not so old house, four houses in a single compound. Ma grandma(gm) was living in the next house with ma another uncle and family. It was the same case there too, except ma gm everyone else left. You know whatever we do its just that fraction of second thought that creates a spark and the rest is history, from man landing on moon to mass carnage. It was such kinda spark that made me start writing a letter. So was writing a letter to ma mom, I don’t remember the exact contents, it was like “Am not able to fulfil ma duties.....Atleast in ma next life I’ll try to be a good son....” Ippo nenacha ennalayae mudiyala vitrunga. Ya, obviously it sounds like a suicide note. So, ma abscond letter got over. Ya, you read it correctly, abscond.  I started to pack ma school bag with some dresses and placed the letter near the cooking stove. The house kinda had a back door, direct exit to the road, through which I can sneak out without ma gm noticing me. I started walking with the bag on ma back and Rs100 no Rs50 in hand.

I walked passed through lot of small streets and roads reached Puliakulam. The only good(Good...naaa) thing I learnt studying in Carmel was lot of short cuts to reach places. From Puliakulam got on to a bus, Route No.5. Got down at Ghandipuram. Before all this, you must be wondering, even if not, where am going. Thats when the criminal inside spoke “Erode...Salem...Trichy...எங்க போனாலும் வந்துருவாங்க..ooty...probably no one would guess...”. Then got onto bus Route No.104 i guess, Gandhipuram to Kaaramadai. Actually I need to go to Mettupalayam, I donno why I got onto it. Reached Kaaramadai, from there to Mettupalayam another bus. There I got onto a Ooty bus, நடுல water bottle வேற வாங்குனேன்(இருக்குற 50rs கு இதெல்லாம் ரொம்ப over.....) அப்பவும் Ooty போகல. Got the ticket for Black Thunder, got down there and started walking. மூடிட்டு ooty போயிருக்கலாம், now no money to go to Ooty.

It was already around 5pm. A married couple, who are daily wage workers around the farms there, they came and stopped me and asked “We saw you long back walking down the road...Where are you going its getting dark...??“ Hope you guys know the stretch from Black Thunder to Kallaar, full of trees and farms. Ma mind then jus started to run its criminal mode, “Am from Ooty studying in Coimbatore(cbe)...Going home for holiday... Dint have money to go to Ooty... So got down here...”. Then they told its almost dark, its better you start early in the morning. Then I went along with them to their hut. They made பூரி for dinner. நல்லா தின்னுட்டு தூங்கிட்டேன். 

Woke up early in the morning and just freshened up and got ready. They got me a bus, and told the driver to surrender me to ma relatives in Ooty. Relatives!!! Dont get dizzy. அது என்னோட இன்னொரு bit. I said them that one of our relatives shop is in the bus stand. So, the bus started, went through the snaky road and reached Ooty finally. Somehow I managed to convince the driver that I’ll go by maself and slipped from his grips. Ithukku apram thaan comedy ah illa enna nu neenga thaan sollanum. Walked walked and walked all through the morning. Boat house, a small park around there, bus stand, market.... Amidst of the walking bought a pen. Ethukku na... Ma sisters birthday was in Feb. So athukku gift aama. Konjam over thaan. Planned to send it via post. Hmmmm.. K chill guys.. Then ma mind started, “What can I do here? I better leave this place and go somewhere else”. All is good, but money?? So ma ‘sort of begging’ started. Tried to ask few guys around there money. No one found ma story interesting that “I came for a school tour and they left me” After few failures, finally a guy heard it and said am also going to cbe ll surrender you in the police station. “ஐயய்யோ” So, back to Coimbatore. On the bus they were like “What a school is that leaving a student like this....” hmmmm..

Hope you guys know the Gandhipuram Signal, where the Ooty buses come in. When the bus stopped at the signal, we got down and started walking. As usual a very crowded zebra crossing, அப்பவும் நான் mind ல “இப்படியே ஓடிரலாமா..!!”, but dint. They took me to the police station, the one under the walk-over bridge. So, the Inspector or someone asked ma name and heard the story from the guy who came along with me. Then they cross checked in the control room and came to know ma exact story. They called to the contact number available on the FIR and one of our family friend came to the station first, then followed the rest.

இதுல comedy என்னன்னா, actually another guy almost same age of mine, he’s new to cbe and doesn’t know tamil. He got lost somewhere on the city and was also found out at almost the same time I got to the station. On the evening paper they’ve put up as we both ran away together and have been found out..eksi..

4yrs Later.....

794/1100 I would have got better scores if I had been in National Model.

Sorry to all of ma family members especially ma mom who had to go through the 24hrs ordeal because of me. I guess ma mom still has the letter. You know they took around 400 copies of ma photos. Hmmmm... இப்போ நெனச்சாலும், it was the utmost act of stupidity. சரி....இதோட முடிசுகுரேன்...

இந்த அநியாயத்த கேக்க யாருமே இல்லையா...!!!

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எலி : Why is it called a ‘building’ when it is already built?
Bils : while they r building it they call it as building....so address,documents எல்லாத்துலயும் அப்பிடியே இருக்கும்...திடீர்னு built நு மாத்துன.....letter வராது,v cant trace the address...documents ல எல்லாத்தையும் மாத்தனும்...so building நே வெச்சுட்டாங்க....

எலி : Why do birds not fall out of trees when they sleep?
Bils : அது nest ல தான தூங்குது...எப்பிடி கீழே விழும்....nest ல தான விழும்....
எலி : நின்னுட்டே தூன்குணா? (என்னை மடக்க try பண்ணரான்கலாம்....நான் தான் bend ஆக மாட்டேனே)
Bils : விழாது,....tats y its a bird v r humans...

எலி : If a person suffered from amnesia and then was cured would they remember that they forgot?
Bils : pass...நான் BE...MBBS இல்லை...next... (phew....எவளவு கஷ்டம்)

எலி : If you’re traveling at the speed of light and you turn your headlights on, what happens?
Bils : light speed ல போறதால.....light கூடயே நாமளும் போவோம்....suppose opp la wall இருக்குனா light wall அடிக்குரப்போ நம்மளும் போய் மோதிருவோம்...so sad... :(

எலி : Why do most cars have speedometers that go up to at least 130 when you legally can’t go that fast on any road?
Bils : ஒரு effect thaan...நான் jail கு போறேன் jail கு போறேன் jail கு போறேங்கறமாதிரி...என் car உம் 150 160 எல்லாம் போகும்னு effect அ போட்டுக்க வேண்டியது தான்...நாய் எதுக்கு car தொறத்துது..எப்படியும் அது நால ஒன்னும் பண்ண முடியாது...அது மாதிரி தான்....
எலி : happa billu நீங்க எங்கயோ இருக்கவேண்டியவங்க... தப்பி இங்க வந்துட்டீங்க

Bils : எனக்கு இந்த புகழ்ச்சியே புடிக்காது....
எலி : வேற என்ன புடிக்கும்
Bils : hmmmm.....ice water குடிச்சா...அதுவும் climate dull அ இருந்தா.....cold புடிக்கும்....
எலி : oh....அப்போ ice cold juice குடிச்சா....
Bils அப்போ குடிக்கரப்போ சொல்றேன்......இப்போ குடிச்சா ஒன்னும் ஆகாது...

எலி : விட்டரலாம் billu....முடியல...

Bils : நான் உன்ன புடிக்கவே இல்லையே....எப்படி விடறது...

எலி கெஞ்சி கதறி கேட்டுகொண்டதால் இத்துடன் முடித்துக்கொண்டேன்...

Me and ma friend were having a friendly chat....திடீர்னு நான் ஒரு மொக்க போட்டேன்....
அப்பிடி அவளும் என் மூக்கை வெட்ட நினைக்க நானும் விடாமல் மொக்கை போட....
அது தான் இது....

VIBGYOR

Dedicated to all kNights....

RED

“Alll Izzz Wellll” this is how I was till I closed ma eyes on Sunday nite.....It was ly on Monday morng I realized tat I was shivering inside..... It was gonna be ma first day at project.....Was wondering.... is it gonna be...this,that... Lots.... is jus a 5 to 10mins ride from ma home.....Once I saw the campus and those things.... I was panicking inside.... few of ma academy friends waiting there....ooof....a big sigh of relief....hmmmm....Met my PL and he found me a temporary seat.....and got settled down….Had a 5min intro abt ma proj.....tats it.....they all started working and I also started to check mails....chat wit frenz....msg....check mail....chat wit frenz…msg....tis went on for a day....and another day..and another day....In between had KT for couple of hrs.....Tats it.....Really guys....சும்மா உக்காறது எவளவு கஷ்டம்ணு இப்போ தான் தெரியுது......

ORANGE

All these things happened.....but..... it was very hard to get back from nostalgia....The most happening days of ma life....Mayb not the only days but ya.....after 5yrs of not so very gud times..... It was like coming back to basics.....மொக்க போட்டு.....கலாய்சுட்டு....it was gud....really gud....

The only good thing CTS sorry Cognizant has done is placing us all in one batch..... Other than that they are jus Stupid corporates......

So how did it really start…?? I know all must be wondering.... “How we all came together in the same batch?” Even I wonder many times.... I don’t even know Vivek in college days and Arun kooda like just my classmate.... Unique batch I guess... From the “Hot Seat” to “Secret Friend”.....”Innovation” to “Module Tests”..... It was absolute fun.... Usually in a batch either a group will be studying....another ll be having fun.....another wont get involved in anything....But நம்ம batch la.... All were teasing everyone and all were having fun..... And all were studying[1]... I think Hot Seat had the major impact on our batch.... All came to know about others... Some secrets were revealed.... Many fictional “Waves” started..... and of course the ‘CriCAT’ that never happened..... The project was still in the planning phase.... Dint move to the development phase at all....சரி விடுங்க....

YELLOW

“What to do now......what to do now.....” Thats when someone gave the spark “Secret Friend”…..Adadadadaaadaaa…..Lots of innovation happened here.... From the மாரியம்மா Dance, Rajkumar Disguising as a girl, PJ’s karate, me mimicking all the girls, Sowmiya pledging to everybody, Aruna eating chilly, Preethi blind folded, Swetha and Vivek bearing mustache, Rajeshwari Singing..... These were some highlights guys….If u wanna mention some more, plz do so in the comments..... ஆனா எவளவு கொலை வெறி ஓட dare கொடுத்தீங்க.....hmmmm..... Some even formed teams against a particular person for giving the dare... oof.... என்ன ஒரு வில்லத்தனம்.....

Then came that Stupid thing.....”Innovation”....We had fun ya.....true....agreed.....We can write a book on “How to pass in corporate module tests without studyin??”.... Would be the best seller....Hmmmm.... We tried to find fault in the system itself.... In the history of Cognizant Academy....70% Fail aayi…record create panninnom.... Videos, pathetic the first day.... Innovative video, a guy unfolded a cycle, started riding, rides, rides and rides...Oh Gosh... Atleast we managed it in the second day....ooof.....Hope you would remember me dancing for a spot event and won the prize...Won prizes here and there....Thanks to Dinek, Preethi and Uma and Vivek too... "Inn-Décor" தான் ultimate...Training was sort of in our hands,if we wish training starts and stops... Ashish almost cried.... “Plzzzzzzzzzzz Yaaaaar........” Sticking, painting, cutting, tearing, shouting, roaming...... Messed up the whole academy..... The thinner smell was in the air for almost a week I guess....or even more than that..... We had put a lot of time,money and effort on may events dint Win at all.... Its K.....but the one thing...... which won us million Hearts.....

GREEN

"சொல்லியும் சொல்லாமலும்"

......THE UNTOLD........

CAST

Starring

Dinek & Swetha

Friend1

RajPrasath

Friend2

Aravind

Music

Me(Billu)

Dialogues

Aparna,Rajkumar,Me,Vivek and even few more

Back Voices

Rajkumar,Aparna & Vivek

Story

Screenplay

Direction

Vivek

I heard they r gonna nominate 'The Untold' for the Oscars...All the Best Team....

Hmmmm....So now...the another important factor that made our batch like the way we are now....Outings....Even though few missed both the outings.....Ya....Maharaja and Athirapally....the latter being the ultimate fun…..We of course had dinner and lunch now and then in groups... I don’t wanna elaborate on the outings much.... Coz nothing is there to explain much.... The rain, trip, dance....wat not... The total trip on the whole was cool.... When speaking abt dance....the instance which comes up in most of em’s mind is ‘Swetha’s Solo Performance’ at SEZ....cha...

Whenever Rashmi and Vinothini(Goutham ஓட ஆள் இல்ல....நம்ம batch owner) said about MFRP....MFRP....I know, everyone had that big fear inside.... But I hope u all ll agree that we had those memorable days in the last 2weeks during our MFRP.....Even I was complaining working on weekends... But it bcame utmost fun.... Hearin songs...goin out for lunch.....Especially the first Friday....Uma’s bro’s wedding....Gr8 day v had....Really guys….its those weekends I feel we enjoyed a lot.....I used to b sitting idle while Brindha was coding....

BLUE

The time has come to talk abt our GODFATHER.... The one and ly Ashish Vaish....Everything is dedicated to him.....For what we are and what we are Not....The coolest trainer ever..... If it was someone else either he would ve ran away or we would ve been chucked out.....

Me: “Ashish...I ve a doubt...”

He starts from his place, comes near our place and says “Tell me Brindha....Whats your doubt...?”

Brindha's Reaction: Totally confused....

Hello.....whats goin on here...the doubt was mine,the one who called is me…But he says “Temme Brindha…” Most of em know abt this....Till the last day he did the same....hmmm

One Man Army….One who took the bullets in his heart for us..... பேச்சு பீரங்கி, Program புயல், வருங்கால அமெரிக்க ஜனாதிபதி…. பேர சொன்னாலே சும்மா CTS எ அதிரும் இல்ல.... The most important thing…the sole reason for the “Waves” factor.....அவரே தான்....that’s the guy.... Prabhu.....Our mentor....ma lead....Sorry Prabhu...couldn’t ctrl maself.... On behalf of Dark kNights…I say a Big THANK YOU for all the help and efforts you ve put for ourbatch... "But...." I hope you understand what’s this ‘but’ for.....புரிஞ்சா சரி.... “கழுத நல்ல இருந்த சரி....” A good friend, mentor, well wisher and one who taught atleast few things abt corporate….

The GODFATHER and the WELL WISHER.....the greatest strengths of DkN....Thank You both of em....

INDIGO

The last week at Academy.....ya....it was kinda a mixed week....Meeting deadlines, Empowered, MFRP....and also.....My Place, Exhibition(most of em missed it), Last day at Academy, Graduation.....We were all enjoyin at the same time feeling sad for leaving the academy.....hmmmmm.... The only thing which Rashmi promised and happened....”Your Academy days are gonna be Colourful....” Very True....Now the BU is like B&W....it sucks....Really Am missin Academy days the way am missing ma school days...

VIOLET

Ma mom,frenz....everyone close to me found that change in me..... Even a small gap has also been developed between ma friends spending more time at work and u guys..... Am sorting things and managing now....by atleast sending em msgs and chattin online....They ve understood me.....

Actually I started this as a small blog.... Now it has gone to almost 3pages.... Hope DkN wont mind reading it.... It has almost bcum like a small story....

P.S:

[1] Conditions Apply

[2] Sorry.....Abhinav, PJ and Prathyu....Do ask someone else to translate the texts in Tamil....

Kinda Bommarillu (a) Santhosh Subramaniam

U: "Am gonna study today.....i've to improve ma grades"
Prof: "இன்னைகவது படி டா....."

U: "Dailyஉம் வீட்டுக்கு lateஆ போறோம்...இன்னைக்கு சீகரம் போகணும்"
Dad: "எப்போ பாத்தாலும் 11 மணி 12 மணிக்கு வரது.....சீகரம் வந்து பழகு .."

U: "இல்ல மச்சி...காசு இல்ல...நீங்க போயிட்டு வாங்க...ll catch up wit u next time"
Mom: "என்ன saturday movie and dinner ah......hmmmmmmmmm(big sigh)......"

I know i've exargerrated few instances happened in most of em's life.......atleast something closer to it wud ve happened.....U take a decision or plan to do something...not necessarily ur parents, ur relatives, frenz..anyone for tat matter...someone comes and tells u the same....wen v do it they think ly its coz of em v did it...... The ly thing tat makes me get frustrated....

I think now and then abt tis topic but either wud feel lazy or think such a waste of time....wats gonna happen.....but today a couple of things happened which made me go to the peak of frustration.....Felt like pampered to the core.....I've grown up.....I guess i ve.....completed a degree,working for almost a month now....and lot more mental growths too.....

I donno how many of u get wat i say......coz today was 1 of the most important of ma life......had plans abt it long ago.....wen they said u do tis...and finally ma mom came in and said do tis...its gud.....ya...ma mind knows they donno wat i think and say everythin for our wellbeing.....points taken....but i definitely feel pampered at many instances....i donno how many of u still feel somethin kinda these things....

Lot of small to bigger examples to quote......but the thing is ly a few came to ma mind.....i jus feel tat y dont they get tat v ve reached a time were v ve to b on our own...... Actually the thing i thought today was somethin frm ma heart so wen they said the same to do it.....wen i do it......it jus bcums as a task accomplished...not as the one i really felt,meant to do frm ma heart......

I need ur feedbacks means comments.....the things i expect to hear is like 'u have to understand em more,yes u r not grown up,ya i ve been thro somethings like tat..if possible some instances like coz i believe am not alone.......now i ve to think an alternative b4 anyone says tat too........

Got Injected sorry Inducted….

22…oh god…ya…jus 10 more….almost done…finally the modules r over….after these tiresome modules….and some nail biting days….finally the wait was over….7th June….as if it was like am getting committed unofficially…lol…7th June was not at all a shock wen i read the next line..Coimbatore..Wat..am not gonna leave ma home town…unbelievable…Born,grew,studied and now gonna work here...no man...All ma mates got chennai while it was almost only me in cbe…By saying almost i mean i ve a couple of guys here wit me..not bad actually..but thought of gettin some new experiences and exposure,watever…am here now…Everythin was new frm day 1…Dont think am writin tis post after a month or somethin, its jus the 4th day now…So far so gud…But the ly thing which was and is difficult is getting into the system, not the server i dint mean literally, i meant the corporate life…Gettin used to it…Hopefully u can see tat coz u r reading tis blog after a week at CTS sorry am not supposed to say tat,its Cognizant…U know for the past 4 days everyone ve been sayin tis “Oh..Billu….tis is how u luk in formals…”…Even i get to luk at myself and say “is it me..!!! “…SO lots of new things happening around in ma life…the routine, gettin bed to early….reachin home on time for dinner…tats been happening for the last few days…hmmm…its gettin better day by day at Cogni...actually tis was ma first blog in Cogni posting it here again wit a few if's and but's...padikka sollaraangalo illayo regularah blog mattum elutha solranunga...So far so gud...keepin up wit other IT guys...but manasula apappa chinna varutham...even though i dint do awesome in ma academics in ma coll days but was atleast very much interested in one subject per semester....i said interested tat doesnt mean i got high grades....so avalavu padichutu athuvum sandwich...inga vanthu oru logic yosikka mandaya odachuttu irukken...cant help it though...”Mom, where is tat C++ book..i jus kept it here today evening...”(last line konjam over thaan...innum antha stageukku pogala..but jus to give tat comical touch...)

Are you proud of being Indian...????

Like many other tech freaks and internet geeks i too ve a fake account......so had tis conversation wit a women.....It started as a friendly chat which ended up being a disastrous debate unfortunately i was at the receiving end....mayb i could ve defended better,i donno....i tried ma best....it jus brought ma agony and pain i had to b rude to her....so sorry ladies.......All of U do read the conversation completely......dont skip over it plzzzzz....Her name has been changed as "Miss Invisible" and me as "Me"....

Me: i jus dont wanna make the conversation very serious....i wanna ask ly one thing....u may hate after i ask u tis....more than wat u hate me now

Miss Invisible: can you speak english

Me: i hope tats wat am speakin now...

Miss Invisible: tats and wat arent words

Me: jus cuttin em short....like wat i did now "them is em"

Miss Invisible: you...

Miss Invisible: didnt gain a college education

Miss Invisible: did you

Me: do v really ve to spk abt it.....

Miss Invisible: yes we do

Miss Invisible: because you clearly have a ..misudersanding of sexuality

Miss Invisible: you probably are from the midwest

Miss Invisible: or the south

Me: midwest....hmmm.....gud guess....but am not

Miss Invisible: then where

Me: wru frm....u gonna temme

Miss Invisible: im waiting

Miss Invisible: answer the question

Me: cool....its us guys who always ve to reveal things first and u dont turn ur bak later...i dint mean...generally....

Me: i dint mean u ....generally

Miss Invisible: no its called disrsepect

Miss Invisible: clearly you are either shamed of your heritage

Miss Invisible: or you simply come from a poorly educated area

Miss Invisible: or both

Me: u donno anythin abt me...i mean anythin....ma qualification or anythin.....so u r graduate rite???

Miss Invisible: im waiting for you to enlighten me

Miss Invisible: because if you are one of those bible thumping rednecks

Miss Invisible: then i know you simply..dont know better

Me: i think u r the onewho has to come outta ur small little world.....

Miss Invisible: haha you honestly think you are more wordly then i?

Miss Invisible: how many langauges do you speak?

Me: four.....wanna test me....

Miss Invisible: i speak 7

Miss Invisible: how many countries have you visited

Miss Invisible: well?

Miss Invisible: exactly

Miss Invisible: Q

Miss Invisible: E

Miss Invisible: D

Me: ha ha ha...speakin seven languages and visiting some hundreds of countries doesnt mean tat u r some goddamn aristocrat.....

Miss Invisible: no it means im more worldly then you

Miss Invisible: Me: i think u r the onewho has to come outta ur small little world

Miss Invisible: remember that comment?

Miss Invisible: you are the one who is clearly...living in an insulated world

Miss Invisible: i mean you didnt even go to college

Me: u can keep tat way.....i dont wanna prove ma qualification and worldly knowledge to some unknown women.....

Miss Invisible: because you have none

Miss Invisible: its the typical response for those who have no basis

Miss Invisible: "im not going to justify myself'

Miss Invisible: all you have to do is state the infomration and you win

Miss Invisible: but you have nothing

Miss Invisible: so you come up with the excuse "im not going to prove myself"

Miss Invisible: its ok

Miss Invisible: i understand

Miss Invisible: i suggest next time you simply lie

Me: k...if i state the info....ll u accept it....

Miss Invisible: probably not

Miss Invisible: because i know now you will life

Miss Invisible: lie

Me: now u dont...i ve to send u ma degree certificate to ur home

Miss Invisible: no thanks

Miss Invisible: i have ways of validating

Miss Invisible: im guessing you might be....indian

Me: gud...not bad....

Miss Invisible: well then what are you

Me: i am indian...tat was a gud guess....

Miss Invisible: of course you are

Miss Invisible: so the languages you speak arent other languages

Miss Invisible: they are dialects

Miss Invisible: but thats ok..india is known for its oppression of women

Me: oh....so tats y v ve a women president..right....

Miss Invisible: yes but also when i spoke to Dr. Singh in 2008

Miss Invisible: we finally got him to acknowledge the female infanticide present in yoru country

Miss Invisible: and lets also not forget that you are the single largest provider of underage sex slaves in the world

Me: even ur prez can acknowledge it.....not child infanticide.....but a lot more.....

Miss Invisible: my president?

Miss Invisible: who is my president

Me: depends on frm which country u r frm

Miss Invisible: you said my president said something

Miss Invisible: well...who is my president

Miss Invisible: if you are going to quote the president...who is that person?

Miss Invisible: well?

Me: oooof....

Miss Invisible: QED i win again

Me: temme ur country i'll tell ur prez

Miss Invisible: no

Miss Invisible: you have to admit you lied then

Me: k...if u were frm USA then its Mr.Barack Obama....

Miss Invisible: im not

Me: then...do u know his middle name

Me: dont google it

Me: coz u were replyin spontaneously so far

Miss Invisible: hussien

Miss Invisible: born in hawiia

Miss Invisible: moved to the philipeans

Me: not impressive

Miss Invisible: his mother is from the midwest

Miss Invisible: his father is from africa

Miss Invisible: he saw him 1 time after the divorce

Me: wat ... u r a graduate in political sciences.....

Miss Invisible: he has a half brother named george

Miss Invisible: no

Me: watever u

Me: watever u have studied...am an engg graduate...k...i know ma field to the core.....

Me: got placed in a MNC

Miss Invisible: so?

Miss Invisible: you stil murder women in india

Me: gonna do MS in UK....

Miss Invisible: k

Me: tats ma qualification......tats our problem, v r takinn care of it...u shut all ur holes and get bak to ur lezzie shit.....

Me: bye bye

Miss Invisible: why dont you go get me tandori chicken dot head

Miss Invisible: sorry Apu

Me: all the nations r the same diggin up others shit wen their own smells like hell

Miss Invisible: im not interested

Miss Invisible: it doesnt

Miss Invisible: but thats ok we all know india hates the earth

Me: gud.....u know it...then y the hell u care abt us.....u can go to those nations u've visited and spk those damn 7 languages.......

Miss Invisible: sorry Apu

Miss Invisible: know that i knwo you are indian

Miss Invisible: you have demonstrated your ..cultural...ingorance

Me: ty......

Me: i know more than u......

Miss Invisible: no you dont

Miss Invisible: i assure you..you dont

Me: who r u to judge me.....

Miss Invisible: true or false humans evolved from monkeys

Miss Invisible: some one who is better then you

Me: better than us

Miss Invisible: you ar indian

Miss Invisible: you still hve a caste system

Miss Invisible: proud of that?

Me: ha ha ha....wen u cant tackle me u bring the whole country upon me.......i take responsibilities to some extent upto which i withold it

Miss Invisible: no thats ok

Miss Invisible: id be ahsamed to if i were indian

Miss Invisible: thank god im not

Me: u r not at all a human being.....thank god u r not indian.....suck it

Miss Invisible: nay

Miss Invisible: im not into men

Miss Invisible: especially indian men

Miss Invisible: you all..smell

Miss Invisible: so where is my Tandori Chicken

Me: in ur dogs ass

Miss Invisible: so you fuck dogs asses?

Miss Invisible: im not surrposed

Miss Invisible: you also worship cows

Me: u r religious too....

Me: but am not....y am i speakin to u......all abt tis.....u hate india, indian men esp,v smell...ty for tat....ya..v worship cow.....

Me: wat else...yes...female infanticide

Miss Invisible: haha if i were religious

Miss Invisible: id not believe in evolution

Miss Invisible: ok..the dalit issue

Miss Invisible: the sex slave trade

Miss Invisible: the kyoto protocol

Miss Invisible: indians nuclera testing

Me: gud.....wat else u ve upon us....

Miss Invisible: i want you to explain those to me

Miss Invisible: re yo rpoud of it?

Me: y shud i....

Miss Invisible: i mean you have killed more women then the nazis killed during their holocaust

Me: female infanticide has been reduced considerably now...if not completely.....

Miss Invisible: so explain to me why india has the right to purposely destroy the earth

Miss Invisible: no it actually hasnt

Miss Invisible: it has gotten worse since 2001

Me: not over other developed countries....our green gas emission is much much low wen compared to other countries

Miss Invisible: no you are actually the second largest producer behind china

Miss Invisible: thats total and PER capita

Miss Invisible: be proud...you will drown yourselves soon

Miss Invisible: in fact..does india even have electric cars?

Miss Invisible: http://www.wunrn.com/news/2008/05_08/04_28_08/042808_india2.htm

Miss Invisible: read that

Miss Invisible: proud of that?

Me: hmmm......if its india going down first....then india wud ve been the ly planet on earth by then......i know tat v r not polluting and killing earth as other developed countries do.....fuck your stats....

Miss Invisible: typical indian

Me: and bye bye bitch....ty

Miss Invisible: refusing to accept the scientific data

Miss Invisible: you may leave Apu

Miss Invisible: bring back so curried chicken for me

Me: ll bring it wen v meet in hell

Watever u think kindly make it public......ur comments views watever.....u may suggest ur friends to read thro tis post,i donno ur wish it is....but i may atleast make em think a bit.....i guess she might b frm US but she said she's not....i donno...she has been trackin us i mean India for a while....donno how many more r still there around us thinkin abt us the same way......i can ly say one thing "This is India".....Am i proud of it "Donno"....????