Autumn blues

Step after step, heavier it becomes,
The wind blows, the rain comes,
He trips on a stone,which cut like a knife
Twas the loneliest autumn of his life.

There's a sorrow in his eyes,
On his cheek a tear dries,
A rain drop falls on his head,
The trees have all their leaves shed

The bird in the tree was gone,
Leaving his mornings alone,
He did not sing for him anymore,
As he did every morning before.

The raccoons are not there either,
His sorrow intensifies further,
What fun it was to look at the lot,
Frolicking, all sorrow forgot.

The morning mist had gone too,
Now only the chilly wind blew,
The mist which had clung to him,
Even when everything was grim.

The sun too hid behind clouds,
And him in darkness it shrouds,
The darkness swallows his shadow,
His heart is a messed up hollow.

He had been the bird on the tree
Singing with joy away to glory,
He had been one of the raccoon pack,
Had people around him not long back.

Like summer changes to autumn,
People 'round him forgot him,
Memories were all he had now.
To survive this loneliest autumn somehow...

And memories are all he needs,
The solace when none pays heed,
A touch, a smile, a shoulder to cry,
Though virtual will make sorrow fly.

He walks away on the same way
The bird sings as though it was may
His heart sees the raccoons play,
His mind pushes the loneliness away....

Ryan.A.Nash

Happyness

I was standing next to a boy, who was walking with his slightly taller friends. They were going to the library to borrow some books; I gathered out of the small talk they had. Few new books had been ordered by the library, said the one called Vivekanand, the tallest of the three. The one called Vasanth was chatting a bit hyperactively. They entered the library and got the familiar smile of recognition from the librarian, smiling inwardly that his guess that we would be the ones to visit the library first had proved right. We looked at the books on display. Vasanth took a copy of "Short stories " by Agatha Christie and his eyes shone with excitement. The relatively shorter guy's eyes reflected their excitement. Vivek however took another book from the pile and showed it to him. He read the title " Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone" and he looked at the cover art- A nerdy looking guy in front of an express. however the Agatha christie book had more meaning to him. His mother had suggested reading that. Vivek said " Read this da. It is fun. nice imagination."

Vasanth " De idha padi da. my limit is over otherwise i would have borrowed this. " . The little guy made a decision. He had both books in his hands......

The room swirled into mist. My feet were drawn up, up and out of that old library. I smiled recollecting what happened next. I smiled as in my mind I pictured the little boy, choose the HP book and telling himself he'll get at the Agatha Book later, as the three walked back to their class, Vasanth still cribbing that the book was childish.

I twirl it a bit....

A blurred image forms in front of his eyes. A tousle haired bespectacled boy swims into focus. I see him pouring over a line from the book. "Help is always available at Hogwarts for those who need it." He let out a low whistle and a silent swear word at the genius of the author.

Once again the scene swirled like mist. I came back to the present. I had finished what the little guy had set out on 7 years ago, and what the older guy had almost completed 4 hours ago, I realise with a shudder that, I have completed it, in the present. Seven years and seven books later, Harry's and my task are over.

The genius of Rowling will always linger on. the mind is an amazing device. One cannot quite predict how it will act. Rowling's formed a magical world in a coffee pub, Waterson's found an imaginary friend for a little guy, mine chose to read about both. The beauty of the seventh book cannot be stated in words. Love and trust are two feelings wherein one cannot exist in the absence of other. You trust the ones you love and u always love the ones you trust. Faith is something which is hard to develop and harder to shake off. In times of stress only the memory of good times keep us together. So if ever you feel sorry for something you've done, don't hesitate to make amends for it. It is a great feeling trust me. Knowing that people are out for you there. It is great pain to find out that the ones you knew have turned into the ones whom you wish you never knew.

Life is all about second chances, Innit?? That's why we've got something called memory. The cactus thorn stuck on your ass which hurts whenever you settle to let it rest. It won't go unless you've set it right. You'd hope for someone to take it out for you. Sometime sit may happen. Mostly, it is you that has to take the initiative or keep wishing someone else would.

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. One would like to meet death without a thorn in the backside wouldn't one??

As they say the wand chooses the wizard, but the wand gets its identity from the wizard.

Make a mark.

Cia..

Fight Club

BLOGGER BIRTHDAY ALERT : Happy birthday 'Nette ( 22 nd July)... Visit War of The Mind


It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

And everything you own end up owning you.

If you want a suggestion for a movie to watch any friday night, a movie which will shock you, move you, make you realise how shit happens around you, keep you guessing wrongly,again, and again, and again, till you get tired of guessing and see the movie because in itself it is overwhelming, and in the end will make you get out of your lousy chair and blog about it, then I suggest Fight Club.

A few quotes from the movie...I don't want to give out the story on my blog though many versions of the story are on various sites. If you still don't take my advice and still go and read the review in some crappy site, then don't ever look in my face again( if you have seen me before). If not, then I hope we don't meet! (too harsh eh??..ellaam oru effect thaan!). So my tribute to the masterpiece..

[first lines]
Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler


I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of... wherever.

Tyler Durden: [the Narrator is trying to disarm a car bomb of nitroglycerin] You don't know which wire to pull.
Narrator: I know everything you do, so if you know I know.
Tyler Durden: Or maybe, since I knew you'd know I spent all days thinking about the wrong wires.
[Narrator pauses]

Narrator:It's called a changeover. The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea.

Narrator : Home was a condo on the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your next-door neighbor lets their hearing aid go and have to watch game-shows at full volume. Or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night. I suppose these things happen

Tyler Durden: Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?
Narrator: [with Tyler's gun in his mouth] mm mm mm mm mm mmmmmm.
[Tyler removes the gun]
Narrator: I still can't think of anything.
Tyler Durden: Ah. Flashback humor.

Narrator: By the end of the first month, I didn't miss TV.

Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.


Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.

With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.

I am Jack's broken heart.

I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

The first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club, someone yells Stop!, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.

In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.

The dialogues are amazing as you can see. Watch it. Don't blame me if one day you die and then you regret not watching it because as they say in FIGHT CLUB

This is your life and it is ending every minute.

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¡feliz cumpleaños a mí!!
с днем рожденья меня! !
عيد ميلاد سعيد لي!
alles Gute zum Geburtstag zu mir!!

Yeah you get the point. And I'm tired of typing the text and translating it too. So happy birthday to me! Yay!

A virtual treat to all of you! Because this is where I exist. Kind of like the matrix. My "real" manifestation is that of a 18 yr old fellow whom you can approach for a treat if you want. So feast your eyes on any of your favorite links that you want and think of it as though it was dedicated by me to you! The least I could do!!

P.s..How do you like my new dress?? "The son is out And the Mr. is in"

And happy birthday to Sigmund Freud and Priyanka Chopra too!!

Thoughts...Of not much significance

Friday evening after a bizarre week and an equally tiring day to end it all, sees me sitting here typing in words which I feel would make me feel better. Thoughts I've been wanting to write down for a long time to make memories for the future. To be precise, this is "the idle mind" at its idlest.



I've wondered for a long time why everyday the same routine has to be followed. Why can't there be a change in the monotony? Getting up at the same time, doing the same things, catching the same old crowded bus to college, semi-listening to what the teachers are paid to teach, mindlessly meandering to a wholly different place, the effect of which is a notebook with scrawls even a 4 year old kid would have been proud of, lunch at 12 30, two more hours of sporadically mundane lectures, the long ride back home, the evening after, are the stuff I'm talking about.

Get my point? Atleast a bit I guess.

The time I go to sleep is preferably one of my favorite times of the day. Thought come in full flow. The time you reflect on stuff which are least related and laugh at your own thoughts. The time when you nod off before you realise that you are getting sleepier by the minute. The time when there exists no fine line between dreams and reality.

Get my point? Atleast a bit, I guess.


But whatever said, you cannot change it but only think of how it would be if it got changed. Even in the monotony there crops up something or the other which makes the day least of all monotonous. The change of the lunch location from the classroom to the terrace where the wind blows with all its might, the photo sessions and loud chats in the terrace after lunch with no one to stop us, the many pass-games (Don't ask me about this..:P ), The many jokes shared, comments passed, the funny looks got after the comment is heard by the person it was aimed at, Old friends coming to your college, The fight for the last mento, the happy times at cafe vallatey/RV cakes, The times spent ottifying PV with just a look and a snide smile ( Me is devilish :) ), The talks which make no sense with ganesh and ET on the way back home, the creative discussions with Harry during class and getting caught for doing so, Times spent happily chatting away to glory with Niveditha / Mary ending either with Niveditha having a snug expression on her face/ Mary laughing out loud ( She always does for that matter :P) / me being just the same, The various sangams and the fun with the gang ( Anbu, Gilli, Visak, Karthik, Sid, Vibhu, Ganesh, Et), The numerous times we had asked for a teacher to allow us to go to the library, 5 minutes after which we could be seen with a coffee in hand at the Im canteen, the things you learn even through the backchat, table scribbles, and the numerous messages sent, the one good period which makes it worth attending the day, and stuff like that do add some color.

You get my point? I hope so.



You get the satisfaction of having done something even though you never get to "see" what it is that you have accomplished. After all this you end up with a good feeling which lingers. You can't see it but somehow you feel you've done something good. The feeling you got at school visits you all over again and you can't help but feel "Another great day". Now it is friday night. The week has drawn to a close. Almost. Memories are all that's left behind. I go to sleep with the hope, almost willing that I would revisit these memories next monday, if not something better.

Now, you get my point? If not, get a life...

(The little guy looks contented. Doesn't he?)

Something borrowed

I had an assignment which I had to complete in 24 hours time. I was supposed to write a program which generates prime numbers upto a high value say 50000. And I had to do it efficiently. Which meant I had to show mine was efficient by comparing it with another primitive primality algorithm. I googled "primality" for any algorithms that could be useful for my undertaking. I clicked on a site from the list of hits it returned. I clicked on a particular one which had a "blogspot" word in it. Instead of an algorithm this is what I got. Made my head much clearer and my stomach hurt and my eyes water.(Exaggeration thaan! Blogger's licence!).

# Mathematician: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is a
prime, and by induction - every odd integer higher than 2 is a prime.
# Physicist: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is a prime,
9 is an experimental error, 11 is a prime,...
# Engineer: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is a prime,
9 is a approximately prime, ...
# Programmer: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is a prime,
7 is a prime, 7 is a prime,...
# Salesperson: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is a prime,
9 -- we'll do for you the best we can,...
# Computer Software Salesperson: 3 is prime, 5 is prime,
7 is prime, 9 will be prime in the next release,...
# Biologist: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is a prime,
9 -- results have not arrived yet,...
# Advertiser: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is a prime,
11 is a prime,...
# Lawyer: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is a prime,
9 -- there is not enough evidence to prove that it is not a prime,...
# Accountant: 3 is prime, 5 is prime, 7 is prime, 9
is prime, deducing 10% tax and 5% other obligations.
# Statistician: Let's try several randomly chosen
numbers: 17 is a prime, 23 is a prime, 11 is a prime...
# Professor: 3 is prime, 5 is prime, 7 is prime, and
the rest are left as an exercise for the student,
# Computational linguist: 3 is an odd prime, 5
is an odd prime, 7 is an odd prime, 9 is a very odd prime,...
# Psychologist: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is
a prime, 9 is a prime but tries to suppress it,...
# Politician: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is
a prime, I can neither confirm or deny that 9 is a prime,
# Football player: what the fuck is a prime??
# Manager: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is a
prime, Bob will show that nine is a prime,
# Program Manager: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7
is a prime, the schedule shows that nine is overdue to be prime, 11 is a prime, ...
# Consultant: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is a
prime, and 9? Is it prime to you?,
# Pastor: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime, 7 is a prime,
were praying for 9, 11 is a prime,
# Patent agent: the sequence is intellectual property
and cannot be disclosed
# Venture Capitalist: 3 is a prime, 5 is a prime,
7 is a prime, how much do you want for 9?, ...

In the end I finished the program. You know what? I'm seriously thinking of turning in this along with my code. Thanks to the one who had the sense to blog this!---> CLICK ME

Kapwing!!

P.s : A prime is a number divisible by only 1 and itself

P.P.S : 9 is not prime!! :D. But I think it is obvious don't you?? :P

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Parental advisory : Some words used here are unsuitable for readers below 18. Reader discretion is advised. And yea the picture too...

Specimen 1:

There are different kinds of people in this planet. How many ever "cases" you see there are always some showing up who are still different. Take for example this guy who came to our class as a substitute for another teacher. He enters. A collective " yesssss.." (College students you know!! Young blood, thoughtless actions..)But he did not seem to take note of that. (Emphasis on seem)

5 minutes later, ET (a friend) was looking for an ink pen. He asked front back left and right but could not get one before the human in discussion noticed him. He asked him "Enna pa ellarayum disturb panra?? ( you see I was feverishly scribbling away the same line again and again ..Easily mis interpreted..tut tut) He made him go to the front and asked him a few questions. Witty as he is Et answered everything. This human would not let him go. And finally he answered one wrong.


Wanna hear his comment??

" Irukkardhaye theriyaama.....(beaming)..Irukkardhaye theriyaama..(not a typo..he said it twice which I assume was for emphasis because my Idle mind could not think of any other reason) illadha thedara nee?? Stupid people you all are. When I came in I heard a " yes...". Are you all children? Stupids. Idiots.( A few more stupids and idiots. Little did he know about the advancements and innovations in the field of Swearing). " He then proceeded and asked a few other guys. guys who he knew wouldn't answer but who would not give a damn about.(this he did not know)


What kind of a human ( No. I won't call him person..) compares a forgotten lesson with an ink pen?? Look at the morons I have had to put up with. Thank god the teacher was present the next day.


Specimen 2 :

* You be absent for a day. you won't be let in without a letter from home stating why you were absent. If not produced you'll be marked absent till the day you present it. (For dayscholars)

*You be absent for a day, You won't be let in without a call from your parents stating blah blah..(For hostellers)

*AND you should have copied the notes of the previous day.

Golden words of my math teacher today morning. No wonder there was a broken pencil in the bench near me.

I'm 18. I study in a college. Or that's what they say.

To hell with you. This is what I say.

1. Books that Changed Your Life
# Hidey hole- Enid Blyton (got me started)
# The alchemist- Paulo Coelho
# Lord Of the rings- J.R.R.Tolkien
# Calvin & Hobbes (It is a comic BOOK rite?)

2.A Book that I have read more than once
Harry Potter books...

3. A Book You'd Take onto a Desert Island

Calvin And hobbes any day...The bible..Or ayn rand's fountainhead ( Reading in progress)..
And murphy's laws.

4. Books That Made You Laugh

#Animal Farm
# Goosebumps ( Read to understand )
# All comics.
# Ramu ( In tinkle) And all other three box strips...
#Bartimaeus' backchats...

5. Books That Made You Cry
# Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince ( The same day I finished that my cousin's pet dog died too...double tragedy :( )
# A walk to remember ( Moist eyes...No crying)
#Ptolemy's Gate (Sniff)
#Kite runner- Mixture of happy and sad tears.

6. A Book You Wish Had Been Written

The Rogue horla- ( Bartimaeus' history? :D)

7. Books You Wish Had Never Been Written
# Harold Robbins' stuff
# James Hadley Chase novels...A girl is everything in those books.
# Nancy Drew.

8. Books You're Currently Reading
# The Bible
# Fountainhead ( Bible paadhi idhu paadhi)
# To kill a mockingbird ( Along with the other two)


9. Books You've Been Meaning To Read

#The sons of horin (J.R.R.Tolkien)
#Atlas shrugged
# A Thousand Splendid Suns
# The Curious Incident of the dog in the night-time
# The Hitchhikers Guide to the galaxy
#Like the flowing River

10. Custom Addition to the tag ( Best covers on the book )

Bartimaeus trilogy
A walk to remember
The devil wears prada

I'm done!

I tag Annette ( Do this you lazy sloth!!), shiv, Athos(Are you alive dude?) and Venki (Ditto).