There's some kinda relationship between me and the cops, we have to keep meeting each other somehow or the other, quite often.
Around 11:15pm at night, I was getting back home from office. There's some kinda problem in
my place and often the police patrol teams are dumped in our area. They make it a point to check every vehicle that cross their barigade. There are things that have to
be followed in default when these gentle beings stop you.
1) Get down from the bike
2) Show your licence
3) Explain them why you are late
4) Reason for wearing a low hip jean
5) Reason for not cutting your hair
6) Bike insurance
7) RC book
8) If you look dark like me, make them believe that you are not a "African" or a "Srilankan" ( I often fail to convince them)
9) They so much care about your life that they make it a point in particular to fine you, that you become a law abiding citizen from the next minute, though no bill would be provided
10) compliment them with 50 bucks, 20 bucks, one cigarette(they are particular about the brand they use, brand loyalty)
Today I have to answer the cop that I am not a Srilankan and a resident of Chennai.
The cop wanted and fine me for not wearing a helmet.
I owe a lot to these guys in Khaki. Got inspired by the tough Khaka khaka cop, Surya
Friday, April 25, 2008
Returning after a huge break!!
Life can at times throw tantrums at you. All you can do is just stare blank. Quotes that flagged positively to fight against strong tides against you, looked mesmerising in books and speeches but when it came to fight my own battle, its an altogether different task.
Now am into online marketing. It was something that I was unaware off like the previous job, Instructional Designing. But guess what, here there are people who talk and encourage you when you are down.
"You should have balls of steel da, dont submit to any ass", this is the mantra taught to me on the first day at the office. I am practicing it, and guess I have got atleast half of what it takes to be full.
After a long time I went to theatre to watch a movie with my friends, later I heard comments that did not favor the movie.
Lot of thing to share, but am so much flooded that I have to sit and put everything in order!!!
Guess I'll update my blog continuosly from now on and henceforth.
Now am into online marketing. It was something that I was unaware off like the previous job, Instructional Designing. But guess what, here there are people who talk and encourage you when you are down.
"You should have balls of steel da, dont submit to any ass", this is the mantra taught to me on the first day at the office. I am practicing it, and guess I have got atleast half of what it takes to be full.
After a long time I went to theatre to watch a movie with my friends, later I heard comments that did not favor the movie.
Lot of thing to share, but am so much flooded that I have to sit and put everything in order!!!
Guess I'll update my blog continuosly from now on and henceforth.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Saint and the Bird...
I have always wanted to help those in need. And I have always loved it, I thought I have a good heart to help people. I was on my way to office. I was late and I did all the stunts on road to move forward as fast as I could. My mind was not ready to think of anything. My concentration was high as one mistake would really prove fatal. All of a sudden there was this one winged crow hopping helplessly on the road trying to escape the speeding vehicles. When I noticed it I was too close to the poor bird. What would I do if something erupts all of a sudden on a busy road. But somehow I made a sharp reflex and missed the bird by centimetres. My heart started beating wildly since that was too close. After then I started thinking, "If the bird is left there on the road, the probability of living is pretty less". I thought about going back to the place to help the bird. Before I could settle with that thought, lot of possiblities and probabilities sprouted. I was baffled with the intense these thoughts aroused. "Where will I drop the bird, since I didn find any tree around", "what if the bird feels frightened and peck", "what will I do with the bird after rescuing", "How will I grab the bird out of the morning peak pecking traffic", so many thoughts and no answer. I decided to drop these pathless answerless quests and turn back to help the bird. By this time I have travelled some half a km. I turned back and drove my motorbike as fast as I could. Dodged and swayed, did all I could to reach the bird in time. Alas, the bird was just a feather covered pulp. I couldn take the sight when the crossed the dead. I felt a strong ping in my heart and was deeply troubled. I could have saved the bird. It was not just the case of a bird dying on the road but I learned the best lesson in an unexpected manner. NEVER BE LATE TO HELP THOSE IN NEED. WHAT TO DO AND HOW TO DO IS NOT AN EXCUSE. JUST MOVE OUT TO THEM AND YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO NEXT. (After the bird's gone I thought about calling the blue cross). I felt like a saint when I thought that I could help someone, but when the situation really demanded an immediate reflex I just went after excuses. I have now learned to take up responsibilities. Am not hoping for the same dramatic situation again but preparing my self for the simple tasks that could make a lot of differences.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Two years of revolution for evolution
Two years of revolution for evolution
Changing your self, leaving behind the hard bound attitudes and accepting the truth about yourselves isn’t that easy. There were days when I thought “I wish I could be a little taller”, “How I wish I could be a little fairer”’ “Damn, I should have been a sportsman and not fiddling with this computers”. Sure there were reasons behind every thought that shadowed my present.
Describing the kind of person I was in simple words “short (5.1”), dark, built like a barrel (my friends used to mock me, “bro, why rolling down the street when you can walk”), and I was always ready to let loose the positive things in me and grasp the negative impacts things had on me.
People were ready to mock me, let that be my college or my church, everywhere the same, at times I felt like God was having his part too in this jumble.
School days over, I thought. Now ‘m getting into a college, a great institution where religion played an important part. I was very proud the first day I entered the college, big campus which I have never seen in my life, those vintage structures, mixture of old and new cultures, those foreign nationalities… they were new to me. And I started liking it. When people asked me, “What are you doing” I used to proudly answer them “’m doing my graduation in English in _______college”. And what I heard next from many was “yeah Christians easily find a place there”, people failed to recognize my talents, that easily put me off easily, again and again and again. It ravaged my brains, squandered my thoughts ultimately I became a “Mr. Nobody”.
Three good years rolled, followed by one more year. That one more year almost changed my moving track completely, my life changed, and I felt better and my best.
I owe a million to those who helped in those days. The encouragement and love that I received in those days were the corner stone for my building up into a better person.
MCC
After then I landed in this wonderful place which was my dream for years. I fell in love with this campus the very first day I saw. I have always had a irk feeling when people were happy about their falling in love, I used to think, “poor thing, he hasn’t realized that he has fallen, damn till this day you were standing but now you are down, shake off the dust and stand on your knees” I never liked that word, “falling”. Something has changed, now even I have started liking that word “falling, fell, fall”, yeah I fell in love with the campus. And the best part, I enjoyed that fall.
Life in Madras Christian College is smooth, without any speed breakers, they are so even that when it comes to face a uneven situation two things happen, I guess it suits for every MCCian, “they learn to face that situation”, “They remain super cool the next time they face it”. I guess those things are installed in me too. Its upto you how genuine the “cool” pack you get. Some get the wrong files and become irresponsible, but the pack of virus makes them feel that they have crossed the super cool stage and now into superlative cool stage. You learn a lot in your stay in the campus. Heavenly lot of things you get inspired.
My friends and my profs are the best installed packages in my stay in that college. They have run in me some of the best lessons that I wouldn’t have learnt outside. They have taught me “how to respect the men next to you, how not to respect the men next to you”, “they have taught me how to work and how not to work”. Here I should bring in the example of my friends different approaches and ways of completing the work.
DINESH, the damn cool guy, will finish his work whatsoever may come in between; you can see a paradigm shift literally while he works and otherwise. He becomes so serious that I would stand strangled , then gathering all the might left within, make a slow approach, not too fast and not too slow. Any clarification at that time should be feather light. But the guy is sweet, and much sharper. I haven’t met anybody in life like him whose approach to things are totally unique. I owe him a lot. Love you machi
KRISHNA, the guy is sharp and witty, he is known to finish the work on time. He will go to any extend to finish his work. He stays fully focused till the work is done and the best part is even after its done. The guy is a love doctor. The best thing I learnt from his is say “no” when you really have to and talk out your opinion boldly if it has to be. He has also taught me to carry out things with ease and craft it carefully before executing it.
ANDY BOY the cool dude of the department who never says “I Quit” even if its above the his ability. The guy explodes with self confidence and never accepts defeat with ease. You should watch his dramatic courage live, those don’t really have words to describe. The best chapter in him is, the guy is such sweet heart. You can trust him at any time and at any hour. He can work continuously round the clock. His love for people is genuine.
I can testify about them since I have seen them in action and have been with them.
The class is full of 28 different attitude, which at time clash bringing in sparks but that does not last longer, the guys are always ready to put off the heat.
I witnessed a lot of things in this two year stay, learnt a lot, heard statements like “Fenn, you are what I thought you are, you have changed a lot da”.
The efforts I took to change my self and bring out the attitude and character were immense. I started realizing the situations I go through, opened my eyes wide enough to understand the play in and around me.
I started to work out in gym to build my physical self. I grew strong, with big biceps and deep cut triceps, broad shoulders and wide chest. Then I realized my inner self needs attention, I did started working out on that, and tried to harden my emotions to the extend that it started to make people blurt immediately “Fenn you have a changed, Fenn why did you hide your self all these days, Fenn, Fen, Fenn”
I have changed a lot, I do realize, positive and negative. Now I think (trrrrrrr*…), I talk, life has changed a million ton. Now when I turn back to look the path I walked through these two years, I am happy and glad. Though in the play I have to be stabbed, till the moment of stab, God was gracious enough to hold me all the way through.
I owe a lot to all my friends who have shaped me up all these days. I pray to God that I should be able share my blessings with them. They are unique and precious. They sure are an asset to those who get them.
I Love You Guys
Changing your self, leaving behind the hard bound attitudes and accepting the truth about yourselves isn’t that easy. There were days when I thought “I wish I could be a little taller”, “How I wish I could be a little fairer”’ “Damn, I should have been a sportsman and not fiddling with this computers”. Sure there were reasons behind every thought that shadowed my present.
Describing the kind of person I was in simple words “short (5.1”), dark, built like a barrel (my friends used to mock me, “bro, why rolling down the street when you can walk”), and I was always ready to let loose the positive things in me and grasp the negative impacts things had on me.
People were ready to mock me, let that be my college or my church, everywhere the same, at times I felt like God was having his part too in this jumble.
School days over, I thought. Now ‘m getting into a college, a great institution where religion played an important part. I was very proud the first day I entered the college, big campus which I have never seen in my life, those vintage structures, mixture of old and new cultures, those foreign nationalities… they were new to me. And I started liking it. When people asked me, “What are you doing” I used to proudly answer them “’m doing my graduation in English in _______college”. And what I heard next from many was “yeah Christians easily find a place there”, people failed to recognize my talents, that easily put me off easily, again and again and again. It ravaged my brains, squandered my thoughts ultimately I became a “Mr. Nobody”.
Three good years rolled, followed by one more year. That one more year almost changed my moving track completely, my life changed, and I felt better and my best.
I owe a million to those who helped in those days. The encouragement and love that I received in those days were the corner stone for my building up into a better person.
MCC
After then I landed in this wonderful place which was my dream for years. I fell in love with this campus the very first day I saw. I have always had a irk feeling when people were happy about their falling in love, I used to think, “poor thing, he hasn’t realized that he has fallen, damn till this day you were standing but now you are down, shake off the dust and stand on your knees” I never liked that word, “falling”. Something has changed, now even I have started liking that word “falling, fell, fall”, yeah I fell in love with the campus. And the best part, I enjoyed that fall.
Life in Madras Christian College is smooth, without any speed breakers, they are so even that when it comes to face a uneven situation two things happen, I guess it suits for every MCCian, “they learn to face that situation”, “They remain super cool the next time they face it”. I guess those things are installed in me too. Its upto you how genuine the “cool” pack you get. Some get the wrong files and become irresponsible, but the pack of virus makes them feel that they have crossed the super cool stage and now into superlative cool stage. You learn a lot in your stay in the campus. Heavenly lot of things you get inspired.
My friends and my profs are the best installed packages in my stay in that college. They have run in me some of the best lessons that I wouldn’t have learnt outside. They have taught me “how to respect the men next to you, how not to respect the men next to you”, “they have taught me how to work and how not to work”. Here I should bring in the example of my friends different approaches and ways of completing the work.
DINESH, the damn cool guy, will finish his work whatsoever may come in between; you can see a paradigm shift literally while he works and otherwise. He becomes so serious that I would stand strangled , then gathering all the might left within, make a slow approach, not too fast and not too slow. Any clarification at that time should be feather light. But the guy is sweet, and much sharper. I haven’t met anybody in life like him whose approach to things are totally unique. I owe him a lot. Love you machi
KRISHNA, the guy is sharp and witty, he is known to finish the work on time. He will go to any extend to finish his work. He stays fully focused till the work is done and the best part is even after its done. The guy is a love doctor. The best thing I learnt from his is say “no” when you really have to and talk out your opinion boldly if it has to be. He has also taught me to carry out things with ease and craft it carefully before executing it.
ANDY BOY the cool dude of the department who never says “I Quit” even if its above the his ability. The guy explodes with self confidence and never accepts defeat with ease. You should watch his dramatic courage live, those don’t really have words to describe. The best chapter in him is, the guy is such sweet heart. You can trust him at any time and at any hour. He can work continuously round the clock. His love for people is genuine.
I can testify about them since I have seen them in action and have been with them.
The class is full of 28 different attitude, which at time clash bringing in sparks but that does not last longer, the guys are always ready to put off the heat.
I witnessed a lot of things in this two year stay, learnt a lot, heard statements like “Fenn, you are what I thought you are, you have changed a lot da”.
The efforts I took to change my self and bring out the attitude and character were immense. I started realizing the situations I go through, opened my eyes wide enough to understand the play in and around me.
I started to work out in gym to build my physical self. I grew strong, with big biceps and deep cut triceps, broad shoulders and wide chest. Then I realized my inner self needs attention, I did started working out on that, and tried to harden my emotions to the extend that it started to make people blurt immediately “Fenn you have a changed, Fenn why did you hide your self all these days, Fenn, Fen, Fenn”
I have changed a lot, I do realize, positive and negative. Now I think (trrrrrrr*…), I talk, life has changed a million ton. Now when I turn back to look the path I walked through these two years, I am happy and glad. Though in the play I have to be stabbed, till the moment of stab, God was gracious enough to hold me all the way through.
I owe a lot to all my friends who have shaped me up all these days. I pray to God that I should be able share my blessings with them. They are unique and precious. They sure are an asset to those who get them.
I Love You Guys
Saturday, March 24, 2007
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Invite your friends to sign up for the free eNewsletter too.
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Friday, March 23, 2007
10 things that's positive about my col
There's nothing that could negative my stay in this blessed college, and what i have learnt there are too good to pull me through any situations... Situations that take you for a ride, guys who cool you down, chetta with hot tea, lots to share, the pride simply rocks you even when you think you are an "MCC"ian
- Profs dont act prof, they never have an attitude of, "hey kid, booooo 'm a prof and you are a student, stay in your teritory and better off my turf"... they are close enough to sponsor us peanuts when we come back home in train
- my classmates with 28 different characters and attitudes but still stay close under one roof, though at times we bring the roof down, we make sure that its kept back in its place
- music is part of our college heritage, its a part of us, and we enjoy differnt genre of music from rock to hell, classic to harmony...
- Love the internal pattern of three CA's, if one drops, you can hope on the next two CA's to clear your paper
- The cheta canteen where we hang around during the tea break, though its not a big stall, we have always found it interesting and fun to be there in those stone benches
- The participatory spirit that tends to get boosted among the students, you will not be let down at anytime from your group even if you want to
- The train journey from Guindy to Tambaram will always stay in our memory, where we used to forget that we are PG students, shout and scream like kids, and sure do have a lot of precious moments
- The culturals form the best interest of all the kids on campus, its awesome and amazing much more interesting than that is the college auditions, where you will be absorbed directly into the college teams that goes for competitions
- The MCC Christmas celebrations that are held by each of the four halls in the campus's mind blowing, you can feel the festive mood hot in there
- The freshers party, fests, farewell galla's, dept. campaigns, they are all part of your stay in campus... its really difficult to find a week without any programme in the campus, its either the departments or the SCM
- you will learn girls are not the most important happening in life and there's lot more to do that wooing them
-A sure mention should be about the campus, the enthralling 365 acre beauty and charm, Its a gift to land up in a campus like that...
-The best part is the friends who happen to enter your life and hold an important position in shaping you up without your knowledge, hats off to them, Krishna, Dinesh,Anand thunai...
To continue this chain 'm gonna tag three bloggers Aishwarya Rao, Hemamalini, Dinesh
Guys I appologize if tagging you people makes you feel bad...
- Profs dont act prof, they never have an attitude of, "hey kid, booooo 'm a prof and you are a student, stay in your teritory and better off my turf"... they are close enough to sponsor us peanuts when we come back home in train
- my classmates with 28 different characters and attitudes but still stay close under one roof, though at times we bring the roof down, we make sure that its kept back in its place
- music is part of our college heritage, its a part of us, and we enjoy differnt genre of music from rock to hell, classic to harmony...
- Love the internal pattern of three CA's, if one drops, you can hope on the next two CA's to clear your paper
- The cheta canteen where we hang around during the tea break, though its not a big stall, we have always found it interesting and fun to be there in those stone benches
- The participatory spirit that tends to get boosted among the students, you will not be let down at anytime from your group even if you want to
- The train journey from Guindy to Tambaram will always stay in our memory, where we used to forget that we are PG students, shout and scream like kids, and sure do have a lot of precious moments
- The culturals form the best interest of all the kids on campus, its awesome and amazing much more interesting than that is the college auditions, where you will be absorbed directly into the college teams that goes for competitions
- The MCC Christmas celebrations that are held by each of the four halls in the campus's mind blowing, you can feel the festive mood hot in there
- The freshers party, fests, farewell galla's, dept. campaigns, they are all part of your stay in campus... its really difficult to find a week without any programme in the campus, its either the departments or the SCM
- you will learn girls are not the most important happening in life and there's lot more to do that wooing them
-A sure mention should be about the campus, the enthralling 365 acre beauty and charm, Its a gift to land up in a campus like that...
-The best part is the friends who happen to enter your life and hold an important position in shaping you up without your knowledge, hats off to them, Krishna, Dinesh,Anand thunai...
To continue this chain 'm gonna tag three bloggers Aishwarya Rao, Hemamalini, Dinesh
Guys I appologize if tagging you people makes you feel bad...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
The girl whom I made to cry, and She was happy
Those were the days when I used to stay calm, quiet and aloof from the rest of my class. I tried hard to keep myself composed.
MCC was a dream come true. I have always admired the ambiance that the campus bewitched. On the day I went to college, the atmosphere was unusually usual. As I walked past the trees, I admired their hard trunks yet held delicate green leaves. The gutters are the cool place to hang out in the college, which I missed in the entire two years of my stay in that campus, were empty. I had reached the college much earlier than usual, to fill up the notice board (which we call interface board) with my group with whom i even hardly talk.
No body turned up except for one Rajastani Marwardi girl. Beautiful and elegant, she was there before I reached.
"How am I even gonna talk to her", I thought. I started practicing those initial words that have to lead to an conversation. "Hello", "Hi", "So, We are gonna work together", "just grin",Damn how to start a conversation, this is the draw back of co-education, see or talk, both at the same time was too difficult.
As I went near her, a miracle happened, she talked first. I felt bad. A girl talks and I don't, hmm.. "got to change a lot Fenn" I thought. She started to describe what our work is and all I did was to nod and nod. How do I address her I thought, Kushi, the girl, was so focused on her job that we and mostly she finished the job.
By the end, she for no reason she shared that the day was "Raksha Bandan( a festival which is celebrated by the north Indians to share the love between the brothers and sisters)". On that day girls usually get gifts from their brothers. She was so upset that she had to stay in an alienated place where she wouldn't be able to celebrate.
I have seen girls tying Raksha bandan( girls tie a colorfully decorated band around the person whom she considers brother), and have seen them happy and charming on that special day.
After we finished the work, she went back to hostel for lunch and I went to the shop, and came back with a chocolate. I wrote a note to her, comforting and assuring that her stay in this college would be memorable enough to evade nostalgia.
I waited for her to come to class, and there she came. As usual I wondered how do I talk to her. Phew these girls sure do trouble me a lot, why do they seem to be from Venus, I wondered. Slowly I went to her and gave her the chocolate wrapped around the piece of note that I wrote for her and as usual went back to my turf, last row and last chair.
What happened next after two mins almost ripped my brains off head, she went out crying. And Fenn, that's me, kept wondering what went wrong. Bull I didn't write anything wrong and I am sure about that, did she mistook what I meant, Could anybody in this class tell me why she is crying, I pondered over all the possibilities. Adding fire to that was the stare by my senior apparently suppose to be Kushi's friend. I could see sky falling on my head for no reason.
She came back into the class and walked to her place, I watched her all along. Slowly I went and asked her "What happened", She simply said "Thank you Fenn, I didn't expect this", "Thank you so much"that's all she could say.
I didn't say a word, slowly crawled back to my place. How emotional she tend to become over something which till that day didn't mean anything to me. We have celebrated the same in school but that was game and fun, never did we realise the fullest potential and importance of that wonderful festival. I am glad that Kushi came in my life, atleast to help me understand the fact that there is more love attached to the festival than the game.
And the next day I went to college, the prof started taking class.
I as usual sat in my last row last chair...
MCC was a dream come true. I have always admired the ambiance that the campus bewitched. On the day I went to college, the atmosphere was unusually usual. As I walked past the trees, I admired their hard trunks yet held delicate green leaves. The gutters are the cool place to hang out in the college, which I missed in the entire two years of my stay in that campus, were empty. I had reached the college much earlier than usual, to fill up the notice board (which we call interface board) with my group with whom i even hardly talk.
No body turned up except for one Rajastani Marwardi girl. Beautiful and elegant, she was there before I reached.
"How am I even gonna talk to her", I thought. I started practicing those initial words that have to lead to an conversation. "Hello", "Hi", "So, We are gonna work together", "just grin",Damn how to start a conversation, this is the draw back of co-education, see or talk, both at the same time was too difficult.
As I went near her, a miracle happened, she talked first. I felt bad. A girl talks and I don't, hmm.. "got to change a lot Fenn" I thought. She started to describe what our work is and all I did was to nod and nod. How do I address her I thought, Kushi, the girl, was so focused on her job that we and mostly she finished the job.
By the end, she for no reason she shared that the day was "Raksha Bandan( a festival which is celebrated by the north Indians to share the love between the brothers and sisters)". On that day girls usually get gifts from their brothers. She was so upset that she had to stay in an alienated place where she wouldn't be able to celebrate.
I have seen girls tying Raksha bandan( girls tie a colorfully decorated band around the person whom she considers brother), and have seen them happy and charming on that special day.
After we finished the work, she went back to hostel for lunch and I went to the shop, and came back with a chocolate. I wrote a note to her, comforting and assuring that her stay in this college would be memorable enough to evade nostalgia.
I waited for her to come to class, and there she came. As usual I wondered how do I talk to her. Phew these girls sure do trouble me a lot, why do they seem to be from Venus, I wondered. Slowly I went to her and gave her the chocolate wrapped around the piece of note that I wrote for her and as usual went back to my turf, last row and last chair.
What happened next after two mins almost ripped my brains off head, she went out crying. And Fenn, that's me, kept wondering what went wrong. Bull I didn't write anything wrong and I am sure about that, did she mistook what I meant, Could anybody in this class tell me why she is crying, I pondered over all the possibilities. Adding fire to that was the stare by my senior apparently suppose to be Kushi's friend. I could see sky falling on my head for no reason.
She came back into the class and walked to her place, I watched her all along. Slowly I went and asked her "What happened", She simply said "Thank you Fenn, I didn't expect this", "Thank you so much"that's all she could say.
I didn't say a word, slowly crawled back to my place. How emotional she tend to become over something which till that day didn't mean anything to me. We have celebrated the same in school but that was game and fun, never did we realise the fullest potential and importance of that wonderful festival. I am glad that Kushi came in my life, atleast to help me understand the fact that there is more love attached to the festival than the game.
And the next day I went to college, the prof started taking class.
I as usual sat in my last row last chair...
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