ஐயோ
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
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.
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.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
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?
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
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....
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Where does Tamilnadu elections go????
Anti-incumbency <"KARUNA GO" -"JAYA-HO">
Ever since I born, the Chief Minister is either Amma or Aiyya. And the result is Anti-incumbent every time. Its a record of 77.8% vote casted this time. One of the reason is 5 days holiday (April 13 to April 17). So many flew straight away to hometown for casting their vote and enjoying the holidays as well.
Its always nice to hear from people, "You youngsters have the capability to change everything". But I dont think so. I would say "It depends". I asked one of my close friend, whom she will vote. She replied, "I will vote for the symbol which looks fancier".
---> These modern girls always go for fancy. Hope if the political party has symbol as Barbie doll, it would definitely win. Hope boys wont do that.
The major issues considered during this election were 2g-scam, family dominance, dominant in almost every field by the ruling government, that led Kalaingar to get up from the seat. Hope nice lesson to DMK.
Also the combination of Vijaykanth with ADMK is one of the reason for victory. Otherwise the votes would have been divided. Anyhow congrats to ADMK and co.
Come on... Its time to praise, blame and scold the new government. Lets refresh ourselves. It would be nice if we have different chithi, chithappa or captain as next CM rather than same Amma or Aiyya.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)