I am graduated

Every boy has a dream to own a bike. I am not the exception. Honda Unicorn Black, the dream came true.
Remember one of my colleague saying, 'First bike is like first wife'. First wife? Seriously? The dude seems crazy.
The crazier part is, I don't know to drive the bike. Started learning bike on the early morning of DL exam. And the awesome part is, cleared the exam. Hopefully clearing DL exam seemed to be easier than driving in Bangalore traffic.

Once driving back home from office. Got stuck in a signal. Dear signal, 'Show me the green. Show me the green'. 20 seconds to go. I am the one in the front. So many horn sounds. So many abuses. And some guy, 'Move away. **** ***. **** **** ***'. What? Where the hell did that come from? Did I just got abused. Its just 10 seconds remaining. Why is he in hurry? I didn't move an inch. 3,2,1 and signal shows my dear national flag's bottom most colour. Ok people wait. Now who the hell is organizing this vehicle race in main road signal? Traffic police? He gives/controls the green signal. And people begin their race. Well this is not Formula 1 race with cars. This is not official bike race. This is race of all road vehicles. Do any one, listening to my thoughts?

Need to turn left for home. Where the hell did this guy with auto come from? Ok. There is a small bulb on both sides of vehicle, as well as front and back. The invention is called indicator. You switch on that, when taking left or right turn. And switch off after taking turn. I use that small invention, even in the small street of corner roads. And why these people don't bother about it?

It was my first bike service. Was in hurry to home for India/Pakistan cricket match. And why the hell are these people moving slowly? Ok there is a platform on the left. Lead the bike in the platform. Crossed so many vehicles in seconds. God I am driving a jet. Took left turn for home. Was going to switch off the indicator. It was not even turned on in the first place. This ride is adventurous. And yes reached home before the toss.

Recently, was waiting in a signal. 15 seconds more for green. A guy was in front of me. Myself, 'Dude, move away'. He didn't move an inch. '**** ***. Move away'. Still, he didn't move. Its already less than 10 seconds. And he is still waiting for the signal. Seriously? And there comes the so late traffic police's green signal. And begins the race. And where the hell is that idiot? Turned around to look. He was far too behind. Seems, he is a fresher in the city. Still long way to go, junior. Realizing, I am graduated. 

Marriage - Business deal

'Look at her. She is so cute', my colleague. 'I think she is fat and of-course she is cute', myself. 'How about this girl?', my colleague. And power goes off. My laptop shuts. I really need to buy a new battery. 'What the hell? I am not going to get a girl', bride searching colleague in matrimonial.

And what the hell are these matrimonial sites?  It looks like a government job searching. Where you say, 'I am interested in this profile'. And they call you based on your qualities. Then you go to their location. You have an informal interview. And then you get selected. Great achievement!!!

And sometimes, it looks like online shopping. We know girls do a shopping lot. It even goes to an extent, where they buy a husband in the name of dowry. You login, search for grooms. Find quality one. Go to locker, find the bunch of gold. Give it to the groom. And congratulations, your transaction is successful!!! The only difference between flipkart/amazon and matrimonial site is, there is no ‘Online payment mode’ in latter. And yeah, you have ‘Pay on delivery’ option.

And it doesn’t mean that mistake is on one side. Most of the girls are not even eligible to talk about dowry issues, when they are ready to give it. I did see some of my friends, always talk about dowry issues. Why boys are like these, etc. But when it’s their marriage, their parents are ready to give dowry. And these girls don’t even try to stop it. Your thoughts are valuable, only when you follow it. If you don’t follow it, stop talking about it.

And we do see the dowry system collapsing gradually, which will be extinct in near feature. Most of the boys and girls in this generation don’t like to get dowry. Most of my friends don’t like dowry system, but still get/give dowry just because their parents wants it. Hope in next generation, they won’t force their children. But for a girl, who thinks dowry is tradition, just think it’s shopping a good product. And for a boy, who thinks dowry is tradition, think it’s a well paid job that you are going to take care rest of your life

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And we have a third category. The people who just do window shopping!!!

India makes me Fear-for-Death

I was crossing a road in Bangalore. Was just close that, I would have hit by a bus. But somehow I managed and went far away from the road, as well as the bus driver's hardcore speech. What if I was dead? Well so many of you will be happy. That's the other part. But I had some other thoughts, which made me crazy.

I was brought up in a middle class family. Basically in a middle class family, the level of your education is directly proportional to the debt over your family. And this doesn't stop over there. In some stage, the family will depend entirely on you. Once you finished your studies, you have to take them to your shoulders. My shoulder has got a lot of weight by the way. I am damn sure, its weightier than the weight of your school bag.

These are things that came into my mind in ".ppt format", while I crossed the road.
1. I have to take care of my younger brother's studies.
2. Have to repay the education loans and debt over my family.
3. Have to build a house.
This is the small sample from my shoulder. If you want to know remaining things, you need to have a look at my shoulder. Fine let me come to the point. You don't even have the right to die. Indirectly these duties makes you worry. So many questions will arise in your mind. Who will look after my family, If I die? What will happen to my brother's studies? Will he manage? From then, you will be very careful. You will start fearing about your own death. When we were in school, we never thought of these things. Even if a bus would have hit you slightly, we just cry of pain. We don't fear for the death and followed cause. But after 18 years old, you will start thinking of responsibilities.

Its all the Indian culture which makes us bound to the family. We call it, Bandham. In my case, its the duty of a son. Similarly there are father's duty, mother's duty, sister's duty, uncle's duty, night duty etc. So until you die, you will be wearing different hats with the same surname "duty". You can't simply ignore these duties. Normally you won't. Its because, you are not american. You are not from american or western culture, where people doesn't bother about these things. You are born as Indian, its in your blood and you have no other way. You have to do it and because of it you cant even die by accident. And you have to worry a lot about those duties, like me. And you Indians who commit suicide, how the hell do you do that man.

But if you look that in different way, its lovely to have such burden. Once my brother finishes his higher studies, my mother will be proud that I helped him. My father and brother will be proud as well. They will be happy to say to everyone that, my son helped my son. Similarly when you finish your duties one by one, your parents will feel proud like anything. This is where Indian culture stand aside from other cultures. It makes you to be in tight relationship with your family. Those duties are not burden. Those are not duties. They are lovely wishes which we does ourselves. Our parents never force us to repay their debts. Even if you don't help your brother to finish your studies, your parents will do that. Your parents wont curse you for that. But we ourselves come forward to help our siblings. We ourselves come forward to repay their debts. We ourselves come forward to build a house for our parents. If we look deeply, basically those duties are our own wishes which we had in mind sometime earlier. Later due to some terms, we think those wishes as duties. This is where I am proud of Indian Culture and proud to be born under that culture.

Clearly to say, I still have fear for death. Because I want to complete my all wishes before I die. I love to load my shoulder with so many wishes. I still wish to have a wish for my family. I still have fear for death. I wouldn't have thought of writing this article, if I crossed the road safely. Moral :: Follow the Traffic rules.

Word has lot of meaning

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How I become a Magician

This is a true incident. Once upon a time in Rajapalayam, Tamilnadu.........  Whenever someone begins a story like this, that means either the guy lied a lot before
or the story is completely fake. But this incident is truly a true incident.

It all happened during the first semester of MCA. I have a kind of alergy for travelling in bus. During long travels, I used to vomit in litres. So whenever I get into a bus, you can see a lot of choclates in my bag. Fortunately eating choclates avoids vomiting. Actually there is a scientific reason behind that.

So one day I was travelling from Rajapalayam to Trichy. I got around 20 MAHA-LACTO choclates. I found a seat near to a 6 year old boy, whose mommy was sitting next to him. By the way his name is Rahul. I gave a choclate to him, he smiled and kissed me. Vow. I love children. I got so happy. I showed him some magic. He got excited. He started shouting, "Mummy see this. Magic. Mummy Magic Mummy, Magic". Oh my god, I love children very much. Rahul liked my magic very much. I started doing more stuff. I swallowed 3 MAHA-LACTOS at a time, without tasting it. Rahul enjoyed watching it. Soon he fell asleep.

After crossing Madurai, I found out that I have only 2 choclates remaining. But its still 2hrs to reach Trichy. Who the hell named it as MAHA-Lacto. It all looks tiny to me now. Somehow I managed till the entrance of Trichy with 2 Tiny-Lacto choclates.

Suddenly my stomach started giving sounds KODAMUDA-KODAMUDA. Rahul started shouting, "Mummyyyy. See this magic. Anna is giving sounds without even opening his mouth". Oh my god, I hate children. But my stomach didnt stop. KODAMUDA-KODAMUDA. "Mummy can you hear that. This is the best magic ever. Anna do it again anna. Please please", Rahul. I never wanted to do that again. But my stomach did that for Rahul.

At last vomit started its jouney from my intestine towards my mouth. I had to reach the bus steps before vomit reaches my mouth. I ran like anything to the steps. It was like the running competition between vomit and me, but both with different destinations. At last I won. I sat on the steps and started throwing-up. Yes. I won.

A stranger was riding a bike. Unfortunately I threw-up a little bit on his leg. He become completely mad at me. He was shouting like anything on me and started chasing the bus. It was like he is going to catch the bus and kill me for the small vomiting issue. Everyone in the bus started watching like some cinema is going on. I got fear. And I stood up. I was standing on the steps and watching him chasing. Bad luck for me, bus stopped at the traffic. The guy came exactly sideby to the steps and stopped his bike. Oh my god, it started happening again. It should not. But it did. KODAMUDA-KODAMUDA. I threw-up again. But this time exactly on his shoulder. It was so embarrassing. Whole bus started laughing. The stranger didnt do anything. He was standing there in a shock. The crowd in the traffic were laughing too. Myself and the stranger were the only persons who were not laughing.

Yeah I can see my mom's yesterday dinner over there on his shoulder. "Anna 3 MAHA-LACTOS that you swallowed is on that guy", Rahul was screaming like anything. "Mummyyyyy. See this magic. The maha-lacto which was in Anna's stomach, is now with bike anna. This is the best magic ever". The bus started laughing again. The bus started from traffic signal. The stranger didnt show-up again. The bus reached trichy.

"You are the best magician, anna", Rahul kissed me. Oops, I love children. I said a goodbye to him. That was the day I became magician.

கலாச்சாரத்தை ஞாபகபடுத்தும் திருவிழாக்கள்

எங்கள் தெருவில் பாவாடை தாவணியில் பொண்ணுங்க. என்னடா சிவா தெரு மாறி வந்துடோமாநு நினைக்குறதுகுள்ள அம்மா வந்துட்டாங்க. அப்புறம் தா தெரிந்தது காளியம்மன் கோவில் திருவிழா என்று. திருவிழா என்றதும் சிறு வயது ஞாபகம். முளைப்பாரி தூக்கி எல்லாரும் எறும்புகள் queue'ல போறது மாதிரி, அவ்வளோ அழகா போவாங்க.

8 நாள் திருவிழா'கு daily கும்மி அடிப்பாங்க. அதுல பொண்ணுங்க மட்டும் தா அடிக்கணும்'நு சட்டம் வேற. சின்ன வயசுல நானும் என் தம்பி கார்த்திக்கும் கும்மி அடிக்க ஊர் பெரியவங்க கிட்ட சண்ட போட்டு, அப்புறம் கும்மி அடிப்போம். இபோலாம் திருவிழா பக்கம் போறதுக்கு நேரமே இல்ல. கும்மி அடிக்குறதுக்கு ஒரு குடத்தில் தண்ணி வச்சு, அந்த குடத்த சுத்தி சுத்தி கை தடிகிட்டே பாடி வருவோம். அந்த குடத்துக்கு தண்ணி எங்கள் வீட்டுலயோ உங்க வீட்டுலயோ எடுக்க மாட்டாங்க. கோவில்ல இருந்து 2km நடந்து பெரிய கோவிலுக்கு போய், அங்க உள்ள கிணத்துல தண்ணி மோந்து திரும்ப கோவிலுக்கு வந்து கும்மி அடிக்கணும். இப்படியே 7 நாள் போகும். 8 'ஆவது நாள் முளைப்பாரி தூக்குவோம்.

சின்ன வயசுல நானும் முளைப்பாரி தூக்குவேன். என்னோட பாட்டி எனக்கு ஒரு trouser வாங்கி கொடுக்கும். பேரன் வளரட்டும் நு 2 பேர் உள்ள போற மாதிரி ஒரு trouser. அதுக்கு belt போட்டா ஏதோ சுருக்கு பைக்குள்ள 2 ஓட்ட போட்டு தச்ச மாதிரி இருக்கும். அப்புறம் பாட்டி வந்து அறைஞான்கைறு வச்சு கட்டி விடும். "இன்னும் 10 வருஷத்துக்கு இந்த trouser போட்டுக்கலாம் டா பேராண்டி"ன்னு கன்னத்த பிடிச்சு கில்லி விட்டு போகும். அதுக்காக இதே மாதிரி எத்தன trouser வேணாலும் போடலாம்'நு தோனும்.

அப்புறம் 8th day night உடம்பு full 'அ சந்தனம் தேச்சு தலைக்கு ஒரு சமக்காடு வச்சு, அது மேல முளைப்பாரி வச்சு நடந்து ஊற ஒரு round அடிப்போம். கூட துணைக்கு அம்மா வருவாங்க. 9 th day முளைபாரிய கொண்டு போய் குளத்துல கரைசிர்வோம். இந்த 9 நாள் மத்தியானம் மட்டும் தா சாப்டனும். ராத்திரி ஒரு வாழைபழம், காலைல பட்டினி.

திருவிழா பார்க்கும் போது தா பழைய தமிழ் கலாச்சாரம் ஞாபகத்துக்கு வருது. இந்த விஞ்ஞான காலத்துல, பழைய தமிழ் கலாச்சாரத்தை ஞாபக படுத்தும் திருவிழாக்கள் இன்னும் அதிகம் ஆக்கப்பட வேண்டும். ஷங்கர் படங்களை பார்க்க பழகிவிட்ட தமிழ் மக்கள், பாரதிராஜா படங்களை மறக்க கூடுமோ?

Placement Preparation

"Two persons need to cross the river. The only way to cross the river is by boat. And the boat can carry only one person.Anyhow both of them crossed the river. How?", my friend shoot the question to me yesterday.

"What is love? What is the difference between lover and girlfriend?", question asked by the same friend before 3 weeks. I can see a sudden change in the whole batch. The guys who talked about cinema, rumours, facebook, twitter, love, girls, treats, friends etc for last two years were gone now, just because of the 9 letter word PLACEMENT. All I can hear is "How to do the program in O(1), O(n)" now.

I fear that, the probability of people speaking with each other will even go less than zero. People started to speak with Operating system, Data Structures , Unix design books. Everyone is sick of placement preparation. Communication between students is absent. Why the hell they dont understand that communication also matters for interview.

One of my friend dont like to study using hard copy. He sinks into his PC for e-books. He almost became a mousepotato. The only time that you can see him is during the 2 hours power-cut. Thanks to Tamilnadu government.

I dont know the optimal solution for this kind of attitude. Anyhow the only medicine for the placement fever is to get placed. But it doesn't mean to avoid friends, food, etc. I said to my friends, "we people should spend some time to speak with each other". Answer given by the intelligent fools was, "Lets have Group Study".

By the way the answer for 1st question - Both the persons are in opposite banks of the river. Answer for the second question - hope no one knows....