What a Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

U Know the day is gonna be sweet when u are allowed to wake up whenever you want!!!...That is the greatness of sunday!!!...I woke up at 8 30 in the morning..took all the time to brush my teeth...then sat on the comp and checked mail....waah..leisure!!!!...then had a nice hot bath ...listened to some soothin music..then me and my mom left to my mom's mom's house.....there did a bit of record writin(Life is not a bed of roses[:(])..then saw irwins marathon episodes...sob sob.then we rode back home...then the fun started...we set out and it started rainin...cool....after a long time i got skin deep drenched in rain....it was really cool....got home then had a hot bath again!!!....then saw ronan keating on tv....then it was time for the screening of "SAW"......man what a movie....seriously awesome.....i was like oh my god at the ending...then had pizzas for dinner...what a perfect end to the perfect day.....yawnnnnnn...now it all ends...bah!!!

A tribute to Steve Irwin

A LIFE-long friend of Steve Irwin today told how the Crocodile Hunter pulled a deadly stingray barb from his own chest before losing consciousness and dying.

Friend John Stainton said he had viewed footage of his friend's last moments and the images were "shocking".

"It's a very hard thing to watch because you're actually witnessing somebody die ... and it's terrible," he said.

"It shows that Steve came over the top of the ray and the tail came up, and spiked him here (in the chest), and he pulled it out and the next minute he's gone.

"That was it. The cameraman had to shut down."

The great man died in a freak accident which made people all over the world cry.....

The Mind Wanders....

I sit and stare at the blank computer screen waitin for me to type something....Lines from "remember the name" ring in my ears....Lots of memories flash by...I begin to type....Time goes on really fast...Just yesterday i joined college but now I feel at home in my class....Just yesterday my brother gave me a hug and left to the usa...Now he is earning 1500 usd a month....Just yesterday I Started this blog..now it runs on and on....Time flies by...Leavin us panting astride...Ill never know what the future holds for me but I sure know I have to stand up to it....There is lot of reason to hit back at the bad....there is a lot more reason in reasoning with them....What is done is done...............

The next song brings me back to senses. Time has flown by.............

A Spot Of Bother

England lost in the fifa world cup 2006..and this is what i did....i felt so damn upset mannn...




A SPOT OF BOTHER

A spot of white in a sea of green,
120 minutes and no goal seen;
10 dozen minutes, no good shot,
In the end it comes to the spot.

Agonizing seconds creep by,
On his shoulder all hopes lie;
He stares nowhere in particular
Everything around is a vibrant blur.

A gust of air howls around,
And then a shrill whistle sound;
“It’s time gentlemen.” The ref says,
HE gets on his knees and prays.

The noose tightens around his neck,
The ball is placed on the dreaded speck;
Right? Or left?.... he wonders,
There should be no blunders.

Funny how it should all end,
After the ball takes many a bend;
Ten kicks from a white spot,
As the throat tightens to a knot.

The silent killer nudges past,
Sheer silence in the stadium vast;
His legs feel willowy and like glue,
Four penalties; each two put through.



The fifth one is taken well,
His ally scores one swell;
Now it all depends on him,
Everything; an entire nation’s whim.

He walks a tantalizing trot,
He saves the little energy he’s got;
Memories of events flash in his head,
All those saves, to this had lead.

A dive, and the crowd cheered,
A miss, and the same jeered;
But he had gotten through full time
Restoring hope for the people of his clime.

He reaches the line at last,
Shadows in all directions he cast;
Save the goal, he utterly must,
Or his team would bite the dust.

The nemesis gets his weapon placed,
The crowd watches everything dazed;
A dive could gain him great honor,
Or would it turn into a spot of bother?

The rival marches to the ball,
The referee sounds the warning call;
The ball is kicked with precision,
A disturbed mind makes its decision.

Which team won? I will not say,
Let your imaginations run, I daresay!
Win or lose, be what may,
They look at that spot with dismay.

Time marches on and on,
Night dies to the light of dawn;
Ideas and views always differ,
But this will be a spot of bother.

Had A Bad Day..

I wrote this poem one day when i was feeling really pissed off..here goes..........



You wake up one fine day
‘Hey today’s gonna be my day,
Everything’s gonna go my way,
Then you hear the donkey’s bray!’

You sit down and the shit won’t come,
You turn the key, the car won’t hum,
You start to walk; a dog bites on your bum,
And you thought you’d meet Heidi Klum.

Bad start, you take it easy,
Go to your office and call Tracy,
But you hear a voice so greasy,
That sounds a lot freaky.

“Tracy’s gone on a holiday,
I’m Dick filling up for the day
Call me as and when you may,
At my desk, I hold sway.”

Who’s this dick with a wig ,
Who can’t even hide his dick so big,
His pants don’t even stand at his hips,
And you thought you’d see Tracy’s lips.

Marshall Mathers goes on rappin’
“his soul’s escapin’ through a hole that’s gapin’”
But I say, “Look at this guy farting,
Through his ***hole gapin’

Just when you think it cant get worse
Your little happy bubble bursts
Tracy had run away with Fred Durst
Who had been her boyfriend first.

You look at the clock, tickin’ close to four,
At four, the office would be no more,
You go home, open the door,
Oh! Man! the dog’s shit on the floor.




You call your wife, she ain’t there
You call your kids, they ain’t there
They all gone to the village fair,
And have a ride on the cute mare.

You look in the fridge,
There ain’t nothing but bilge,
There’s no better stuff in the fridge,
You go to the motel Mitch.

“Gimme the usual, Manson,”
that’s his name, he is Mitch’s grandson.
He’s a geek, not so handsome,
Oh! Man! Thieves holdin’ for ransom.

They loot the motel’s big safe,
They take whatever they can take,
They take our clothes and dump it in the lake,
And leave us nude, wide awake.




Everybody’s angry everybody’s ashamed,
It was the black gang famed,
You try to cover to cover yourself up,
Before the press snaps you up.

You go home, cold and freezin’
Everything about you revealin’
The lightning flash outside is blindin’
And yeah, you’re right, it starts rainin’.

You reach home wet and dripping,
Step on the dog’s stinking dropping,
Everyone home is tightly sleeping,
You go to your bedroom creeping

You lie down and say wow,
You think nothing can go wrong now,
Just then the fan hits your brow,
And you go owwwwwwwwww


You sleep bruised and battered,
How you felt never mattered,
Just when you thought it was your day,
Satan comes and has a say.

You gotta have a lot of patience,
To make some sense out of nonsense,
Or at least you have a good imagination,
And defeat boredom with such creations.

-Aryan Nash

Im on tv!!!!

As i sed we went to nilgiris for sidhus bday....there was this guy with the virtual request unit...we decided to give it a shot....8 ppl tightly fitted into the place the webcam cud shoot....we asked for a song and voila ...we r gonna be on tv!!..big deal....anyways u dont get to be on tv everyday...so there you go!!

Treeeeeaaaaaaaaaat!!!

Sep 1 2006.....Birthday of one of our classmates...We all wished him happy birthday....next thing he heard was

TREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAT

from god knows how many directions....then it was agreed that he would give it at nilgiris in the evening after college...evening came....there he was in black and white....with that smile on his face.....we took our bikes.....8 in 4 bikes...me, visak, sidaardh, sidhu, et, anbarasu, krishna, and karthik....a small mishap happened then....he he....i sat on my frends helmet holder accidentally and broke it...but who cares...we had ordered a cake in advance...lighted the candle took photos...stuffed cakes in each others mouths....Then had a frankie each..then ice cream time...the guy was so surprised that he sed

enga veethla koodha ipdi senjadu illa da

....gr8 time we had....ciao

Sing.... Sing Sing..... Sing

Voila...sunday college...u gotta be kidding me....yeah rite that would be my reaction but not this time....ha ha...tekmusic auditions...my passion for music outlasted my laziness and i boarded the usual s8 and set out on a mission.....to sing.....the auditions were only at 4 but he hung around the whole day....my turn came at alst...I became billy joe....

i walk a lonely road......

15 ppl sang in all...the worst part was no one was selected....damn....guess we all were so brilliant they cudnt decide who to drop.!!!lol...anyways i know i can sing and that is all that matters...ciao..

A Great Loss

What a Monster

....i can never forget these words of his as he jumped toward yet another aussie salt water croc....the crocodile hunter steve irwin put to rest by an innocent sting ray....sent through his heart a shaft...the great man will be sorely missed...poor terri... they worked great as a team.....we will never see a man as exuberant as him again....hope he finds some crocs in heaven.....lets drink to his name...amen