But it rained…

Guess this is what they call ‘The Christmas Blues’.Think-The scene from ‘Bridget Jones’ Diary’ where Rene’e Zellweger watches tv alone on Christmas night,gets drunk and sings Celine Dion’s ‘All by myself’.There were slight differences in my case,such as- it was Handel’s messiah that was playing and maybe the rum in the cake was what got me high.anyhoooo..Hey!my weekend was great okie?and I love Delhi.Had super-duper time except for Monday evening when ‘it’ happened.

Was out with sunshine on Saturday-shopping at Pallika Bazar,Karol Bagh n’ Connaught Place..finally watched ‘the crappiest movie ever made’-Dhoom2 (the stunts were meant to be ‘cool’ and every1 looked stunning)-just that I hate ash from the bottom of my heart and also  my bottom since college after watching an interview she did with David Letterman.It was a total pain sitting through the movie and that too when we’d bought 2 extra tickets because i lost the first 2…sad huh?i know!! 

 

Sunday was again great….walked to church(This pic was taken while walking to church) Delhi is a beauty man!Thanx to Sir Edwin Lutyens. Was at church with Asha- junior friend from school.Hung around in CP again and ate at a Thai joint.Green Lamb was heavenly!!Headed to my cousins place and together went to a watch a Christmas play-’The Great Christmas Robbery’  in which Asha played Mary.Bought her ‘100 years of solitude’ as a belated birthday gift ‘cos she’d been wanting to read it.The irony!

 

Christmas service on Monday morning was just ok but the ride back home on the Delhi metro was amazing…You see-Delhi itself could be made 3 distinct countries- 1)Delhi Metro Service-I’m talking abt the local  trains 2)Connaught place,the malls & the Express highways and 3) The rest of Delhi.Seriously the metro is world-class stuff man!!-They’re  gearing up for the Commonwealth Games-2010.

Was at another cousin’s place the rest of the day and they’d to go meet a few friends.So I just snuggled in on the couch and watched tv…Don’t know whether it was ajochan’s call(He was the only one who called to wish…the Psycho Godfather himself) or the cumulative effect of dwelling on regret that I didn’t apply for leave,over the week when every1 at work were flashing tickets and discussing vacation plans…or was it the fact that mostly my whole gang was together now in Banglore or Chennai..maybe ‘cos Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘Sound of Silence’ has been stuck in my ‘khopadi’ for the last 2 days…or maybe ‘cos it rained here( I got this ‘thing‘ for rain.. dunno.. makes me nostalgic or something- I sing better when it rains…I think) or maybe ‘cos there is a school reunion arranged back home and many of the old boys are gonna be there.. Nobody wants to be alone for Christmas.

Called RepenC and talked to Meperipin too..and u know what happens when the ’sound guy’ doesn’t sound ‘pindi’-ish enough on the phone..RepenC sensed something wasn’t right..Soon after that calls started flowing in-Jeperipin, Dapanipiepel, and Pupunnepen.. Later today- Dopodopkopoch and Sopooporapaj. “Sniff sniff I smell a rat”..6 months in Banglore and Jeperipin is just the same-he sends me the message that was meant for RepenC saying-”Yeah,you’re right..he doesn’t sound alright”….Jackass!! And a minute later RepenC calls again- I’m like-”You’re so stupid..has any1 ever told u that?” I should add…Very sweet too..

Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.

I’m grateful..for the blessing that are friends..’cos U are the guys who make this ride worthwhile..Allow  me  to quote Tux “We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.” Let me try and not make this mushy.. This is to all who I’ve rubbed shoulders with over the years,those who’ve felt the freedom to invade privacy and ask ‘Wats wrong?’ when things didn’t seem right, those who’ve knowingly or unknowingly left a piece of yourselves with me,those who’ve and who’ve not put up with jokes that would make u pull your hair out..hey! i do it on purpose okie?, those beeming faces in old photographs from school and college that bring back sweet memories of great years gone by, partners in crimes (Pindians and Xtremes), fellow musicians who I’ve played with anytime,those who’ve inspired me, those who’ve commanded respect and anyone reading this who doesn’t fit in any of the above…MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE!! THE KING OF KINGS IS BORN!

From Madras with love…

3000 feet above sea level at  1000 kms/hr…Looking out of the window down at the Delhi lit up in all its Pomp and Majesty I saw a vast ocean of lights illuminating the arena where Legendary kings have fought and fell,where great dynasties reigned in Splendour, where Heroes arose in grandeur and shimmered  in the blaze of glory, some faded away and sank in oblivion, some left behind memories that would resonate in history for generations. Neon lights from the pubs, night clubs, junk food joints and the crosswoven mesh of flyovers radiant with head and tail lights of the midnight traffic posed a stricking contrast next to the remnants of monuments that seemed to scream out fables about the rich and varied cultural heritage of this nation…The seat of authority over the centuries, where every crumbling wall has a story to tell about the city that lived through battles and repeatedly rose from its own ashes..

I thought this is probably how the Earth looks in the eyes of the Creator who never sleeps nor slumbers…maybe a still zoomed out version including all the planets and the galaxies. This is all it takes sometimes to make you think what a tiny and insignificant dot you may be…I’m thumbprint on the window of a skyscraper (Paul Edward Valentine Giamatti  as Miles Raymond in Sideways)  But i like wat Is 43:1-4a tells me.

The more you see the less you know
The less you find out as you go
I knew much more then than I do now

Neon heart day-glow eyes
A city lit by fireflies
They’re advertising in the skies
For people like us

And I miss you when you’re not around
I’m getting ready to leave the ground

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights

I’ve seen you walk unafraid
I’ve seen you in the clothes you made
Can you see the beauty inside of me?
What happened to the beauty I had inside of me?

And I miss you when you’re not around
I’m getting ready to leave the ground

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights

Time…time…time…time…time
Won’t leave me as I am
But time won’t take the boy out of this man

The more you know the less you feel
Some pray for others steal
Blessings are not just for the ones who kneel… luckily

Lyrics by U2

The welcome in Chennai was warm(pun intended).Starting with the drive back home from the airport with Fijichan to the matrix style-high-speed bus chase in the morning on ECR…Thrilling is the word.

Meeting old friends was priceless. RESPECT!! to George,Aloy,Sajeevettan and a whole bunch of u guys…u guys totally pulled this off!! Absolute RESPECT!!

Got my old sim back and we were ready to take this show on the road.Covering up for George n’ Aloy is no easy job..trust me..such big shoes to fill..These guys had taken care of everything already…jus had some finishing touches..Was pretty much hooked up the whole day with tasks ranging from getting the carpenter to build a drum platform, connecting with the sound guys, generator guys,the band,the crew,facilities Helpdesk, transport helpdesk, security, ticket sales blah blah..and in the meanwhile keeping  every  Palanichammy, Kuppuchammy and Murugeshan, who thought it was mandatory to voice an opinion about the sound system, happy and content..Dude!We had a 2 highly qualified(SAE Australia)  sound Engineers-Mike and Randolf who mix for Moksha up our sleeve and I  seriously don’t think they’d find all the Ponnuchammy  suggestions to be of any help..so we conveniently ignored the same…and managing not to blow a fuse while facilities and transport freaks chose to act up at all the wrong times..To top it all up,we had last minute suprises like-the truck carrying the generator getting a flat tyre and finally  making  it to the venue 3 hours late i.e  5 mins before the show and the van that was to pick the band not being a/c leaving the band to arrange an alternative transport. phew!

The show kicked off with us (The Xansa Band) doing an opening show for A2J…It feels good to play with a 5000 watt monster system behind your back..u know?And let me tell you again “There is no place like home”.

A2J kicked some major ass showcasing Jacob’s heavy bass riffs, David’s guitar solos on fast forward mode,Timmy’s goose-pimple inducing vocals, Ranjit’s (Moksha’s founder member) ‘ in-your-face ‘ drumming and Paul’s rock-solid keyboard fills.  

The show was amazing and included most of my favourites- Beyond Belief,Dance,Get down,Calling on you,Big Big House,Annie,Don’t say suicide,Head of the Serpent(HOTS as we call it) and lots more.The concert was very personal too in a way..as it had been in the pipeline since George,Aloy and Me conceived the idea during the Big Deal Corporate Music ‘06 and also ‘cos A2J displayed a very sweet gesture of dedicating HOTS to yours truly, during the concert.That meant a lot man!The crowd went crazy when A2J announced the last song “Nobody else” the same song we did for the Big Deal Corporate Music ‘06..Icing on the cake you may call it..The curtains came down with the crowd singing the chorus to “Nobody else” with the band and it made me feel the concert was well worth the crazy trip i took across the country.Helped the band and sound guys pack up the rig.The night was still young at 1 am so George,Aloy n’ me decided to celebrate at Ascendas.

 

Next day met up with the Vazhapindy big guns- Mennachi,Filz n’ daedalus.We ‘did’ K.F.C,the beach and Pupil and in between a little bit of bike-rowing on the road just for the kicks.Bumped into few familiar faces from college at Ascendas.Was tempted to take another crazy detour to Banglore on getting news about the gang’s blast there but then resolved not to yield in,thinking that would be a little too Extreme.Guess we missed some major fun ‘cos we didn’t ‘do’ Banglore.Daedalus is gonna kill me for ‘doing’ this ‘do’ thing ‘cos he thinks i don’t ‘do’  the ‘do’  right!!

Do crazy people know they are crazy?

 

Life Is B.E.A..UUUUUUUTIFUL!!

•  I’m sure a whole lot of us would’ve felt that sting of remorse after you were given that one oppurtunity to dive in an seize the chance that you’ve been waiting for so long..but didn’t have the dough,the circumstances or the willingness at that particular moment and simply just let the moment slip away..
• When you gave in to those littlest obstacles that posed threats to your plans and threw your hands up in the air accepting defeat…or when you thought you made up your mind to go ahead  and suddenly “Oh wait!!What am I doin??Am I crazy or wat??”
• Have you ever listened to your heart and paid attention to what You want and tried liberating yourselves from the obligation you felt to be a streotype…Translation - Have you clapped your hands in church ‘cos everyone was clapping? or abstained from the same but felt weird ‘cos you felt you were doing something different..I have!Now I don’t.
•  Have you ever had the doubt that you’ve made the wrong choice and it’d cause you severe consequences? Have  you ever taken the risk to tred the road less travelled because the uncertainity was overwhelming?
•  Have you ever been scared to look beyond what you see and just followed your heart,your passions and taken that  leap of faith without a safety-net?
• When was the last time you broke out of your regular pattern and did something you’ve never done before just for the sheer pleasure of exploring new horizons? like just packed your bags and left for a journey unplannned? or boarded a bus without knowing where it goes?

I’m sure you’ll know when that unique oppurtunity flashes before your eyes,that “This is it! It’s now or never!” And I’m sure if I let this slip I know 2 years down the line when all the stars allign and I’d have loads of cash to spare but the moment had already come and gone,I’m gonna sit back and dwell in regret sighing “If only!”

So Here it is!Now is the time! My bags are packed…my tickets are booked…I’m off to the place where I belong…

I hear the wind across the plain
A sound so strong - that calls my name
It’s wild like the river - it’s warm like the sun
Ya it’s here - this is where I belong

Under the starry skies - where eagles have flown
This place is paradise - it’s the place I call home
The moon on the mountains
The whisper through the trees
The waves on the water
Let nothing come between this and me

Cuz everything I want - is everything that’s here
And when when we’re all together - there’s nothing to fear
And wherever I wander - the one thing I’ve learned
It’s to here - I will always….always return
Lyrics By -Bryan Adams.

I’m on my way to salute the legions of ROCK…Ladies and Gentlemen!!Boys and girls! People of all ages….A2J Live In Concert @ Xansa Chennai !! The anticipated moment is at hand…Our wait is over..Let the celebrations begin…Rig up  for the Blast!! Everybody hang onto something!!! 

Click…Click…..BOOOM!!

 

WHY NOT ME???

“Expression” is a bi-monthly magazine that my company brings out inorder to “enlighten” employees as well as clients about whats goin’…and every edition has a quiz that comprises of 10 ques related to topics discussed in the magazine…just to make sure somebody reads the magazine.Every single time i see one of those quizzes i wonder why don’t  they just try some other innovative idea for promotion…Last time me and rapajnipi were flipping through the latest edition, we’d commented on what are the odds of one of us winning the prize which happened to be a 2GB iPOD nano and didn’t bother to submit the ”so-called”  quiz ‘cos we believed deep inside  all these lucky draw contests were scams!!

Notwithstanding the ad. on the back cover of the magazine with quote from Bapalapajipi who joined the company with us,commenting about a Nikon Digital Camera he won on the quiz from the previous edition of Expression,we decided to show some integrity and loyalty to our ideologies-that all raffles were scams!!( the sheer under-lying reason being laziness…who’d wanna read the entire magazine just to answer 10 stupid ques..take the pain to send it back and wait expectantly when the probability of winning probably tended to Zero.)

Our beliefs remained steadfast and sure until today when i took a stroll with another friend around the company in the evening.Let me introduce to you Mr.Mapanjupunapath. This is a genuine example for smart work..All this genius did was to take 2 mins of his idle time to search key-words in the pdf version of the magazine and fill in the quiz and TA DA!! The guy wins the 2GB iPOD nano….OH!!FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!

Next time when you come across that poor handicapped guy selling lottery tickets just don’t listen to what people say….shed some coins get a ticket!!

And about me….I’m waiting for the next Expression to come out and in the meanwhile practising Mind Control techniques.”Ooooooo Abra ca Dabra…you don’t deserve that iPOD..Give it to me!!”

Highly Infectious Virus (HIV)

Unlike some of my friends at work who are along with me in a position you can’t strictly term as “The Bench” ‘cos we’ve been assigned to Barclays…I LIKED BEING JOBLESS!! All we do all day long is loaf around the office and waste a lot of time,solve crosswords, play carroms  and occasionally read some technical material provided to us…only if we are that bored!! I used to like being jobless…until today….when we got REALLY jobless!!

We were all sitting together in the open-air cafeteria and racking our brains on another Hindu crossword..which happened to be terribly boring today…So we resorted to the ancient technique of relay-poetry….where each person writes a line and passes the poem around…and watch the way absolutely ridiculous themes gradually unfold with no correlation what so ever…This was their debut relay-poem still it captured the moment and the sting of boredom involved with being somewhere between “The Bench” and “The floor”.We don’t have a name for it so name it yourself….wait!! how abt boredom-the killer cancer!

Boredom-The killer cancer

By : Sushma Yadav, Rajni Misra and Thomas Mathew

I wish i were a butterfly

which would always fly up in the sky

and wouldn’t ever make anybody cry

Oh! My Lord! This is getting so dry!!!

I think my brain  soon will get fried

just the way they cook french-fries

which i would try

as much as money can buy… until I die!

Why do you always lie ?

‘cos I’m just another guy

So go and get some money for a diamond to buy

and you could draw me nigh

to see the sparkle in my eye

but i don’t have the money to buy even a pie

and doesn’t that make u feel shy?

hey!  please try not to be so wry

Someone tell me if you’ve got a tie

but my only question is why?

so that we could all hang ourselves from high!!

sigh!!

 

Wah! Ustaad Wah!!

 The video u jus saw was Zakir Hussain jamming away to glory at the Bill Laswell Axiom Sound system musical free zone concert…there are 3 more of those videos on youtube..u cud google it…He trully has taken the Indian Brand global and immortalised himself as well as  the Tabla…personally i remember feeling great after checking  out the  tabla samples on Fruity loops.Man!! Am I proud to be Indian or wat!!

Zakir Hussain who was trained mostly by his own father ustad Alla Rakha.In 1988 he became the youngest musician to have ever been awarded the Padma shree.In 1992 he was awarded the Grammy for the album Planet Drum that he released along with Mickey Hart. His performances have been with very diverse artists…including The Beatles,Ravi Shankar,Ali Akhbar Khan,Joe Henderson,Van Morrisson etc…He was a founding member of Bill Laswell’s world music group..its one of their videos thats been posted…wat else can u do other than  sit back…and say Wah!!Ustad Wah!!

Show must go on

All through the day i found myself humming-”Show must go on” by Queen,which was one of my fav bands back in school and still continues to be in my top 10 list.I guess the song got stuck in my head after reading a mail from a dear old friend about the loss of a loved one in the family and it was some major emotion-triggering material. Death…got me stumbling through the same questions that used to eat into a major chunk of my time back in college-Who are we?Who are these people we get closer to on this journey of life?Why do we miss them when they are gone? Sometimes it hard to draw consolation when things around you change so drastically that it leaves you confused,torn apart and sometimes even intimidated.Life still goes on and this song is all about it.

 LADIES AND GENTLE MEN….FREDDIE MERCURY!! ”Show must go on” was mainly written by guitarist Brian May was a reflection on Freddie Mercury’s declining health and came out in the album Innuendo(1991).The song was #2 on  the US billboard chart along with “Bohemian Rhapsody“.

Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for…
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on,
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on.
Whatever happens, I’ll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I’m learning, I must be warmer now
I’ll soon be turning, round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I’m aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on
The show must go on
I’ll face it with a grin
I’m never giving in
On - with the show -
I’ll top the bill, I’ll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the -
On with the show -
The show must go on…

Did you know???

• Freddie Mercury was born to Parsi-Indian parents and did his schooling in St.Peter’s Boarding School near Bombay where he learnt how to play the piano and was part of a band called the Hectics.He completed his education in in St.Mary’s High school.Mercury’s parents used to listen to a great deal of Indian music and one of his early influences is Lata Mangeshkar.To all Indian fans-He never liked to reveal his Indian descent and preferred to be known as a Persian either because he feared a racial backlash or because he thought it wouldn’t fit his Rock star image.Kya patriotism bhai??

• The Queen logo called as the Queen Crest was designed by Freddie Mercury(who had a Diploma in Art and graphic design) and it depicts the Zodiac signs of the band members-2 lions for Leo (Roger Taylord and John Deacon) ,a crab for Cancer (Brian May) and 2 fairies for Virgo (Freddie Mercury).

• Freddie mercury’s recorded vocal range spanned over 4 octaves,his lowest note being the F below the bass clef and the highest being the D which lies 4 octaves higher.WAT?????

• Mercury’s song writing expertise is evident from the complexity of some of the songs like Bohemian Rhapsody which has about 60 chords(unbelievable!!) and covers a wide variety of genres. 

• This one is pretty confusing …Mercury said the following in an interview “All my lovers asked me why they couldn’t replace Mary (Austin-his girlfriend), but it’s simply impossible. The only friend I’ve got is Mary, and I don’t want anybody else. To me, she was my common-law wife. To me, it was a marriage. We believe in each other, that’s enough for me. I couldn’t fall in love with a man the same way as I have with Mary.“      Mercury spent the last 6 years of his life with Jim Hutton,whom he referred to as his husband and died wearing a wedding band that Hutton had given him.

• On Nov 22nd 1991 Mercury made a public annoucement admitting that he was tested HIV positive and died after 24 hours.Earwin Johnson a.k.a Magic Johnson(L.A. Lakers fame)  was another one to make a similar statement the same month..He’s still alive and kicking!!

• My personal favourites are Bohemian Rhapsody,Somebody to love,Don’t stop me now,Killer Queen,We are the champions,Flash,Old fashioned lover boy,Save me and Fat Bottomed girls(hehe…my brother and his alumni band did this song once in school.. it was School Day,when i was in 10th grade  i guess…old boys rocked the show..they were heroes!! the song was a big hit among the  school boys ‘cos of obvious reasons.)

Courtesy :Wikipedia en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freddie_Mercury & en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_(band)

Showers of blessings!!

This is a quiz and trust me its so bleeding easy…and feel free to rate yourself…

1) Out of all the things that you’ve seen falling from the sky,whats that you’d least expect on a fine sunday morning?

a) Meteorites, A rock from Mars or a UFO(for crying out loud!!!)

b) Crow crap (Filie don’t answer that)

c) A rusted-antique-room-heater-about-the size of a washing machine

d) None of the above

2) What is the most innovative way of disposing a rusted-antique-room-heater-about the size of a washing machine.

a) Leave it there to rot for another 100 years until the rust decomposes leaving no trace that it even existed in the first place.

b) Paint it up and donate it to a museum.Tell them Mohammed-Bin-Tughlak,the sultan of 14th century  Delhi,once owned it.You could make some extra dough this way…

c) Take a good look around and just throw it off your roof-top when nobody is watching.

d) Question is irrelevant because room-heaters-about-the-size-of-washing machines don’t exist anymore.

ANSWERS :-1) C               2) C

Hope you were atleast as smart as the nurses who stay upstairs  to pass this test.If no…man!Miles to go before you sleep…Keep trying!!Thera number aayega…

Flash-back :- 29/10/06 10:30 ish The roomies of 18-B were enjoying the peace and tranquility of another lazy sunday morning when the silence was breached by a deafening sound,of what they assumed was just another drunk-post-diwali psyched fanatic,still having a ball,after stumbling over a clearance sale of ridiculously enormous bombs that unfortunately didn’t  get sold the last week..For all those crazy freaks out there..this is what i wanna tell you from the bottom of my heart and also from my bottom..”THAT AIN”T XTREME MAN!! GET A LIFE!!!”

“Shaken” would be an under-statement…and confused to a greater extend 18-B ians who came out to investigate, continue to stare at the Gigantic room heater that just fell from the sky until the nurses themselves decide to appear at the scene of the crime and enlighten the on-lookers with their “gyan” about “the world’s most innovative way to dispose a rusted-antique-room heater-about the size of a washing machine”….

JUST THROW IT OFF YOUR ROOFTOP!!!

ps:-Kids DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME…This stunt was performed by highly trained and qualified nurses who are skilled to render top-class first-aid treatment to victims who survive a rusted-antique-room-heater-about-the size of a washing machine-crash and live another day to tell the story.

I know what you guys are thinking now….pretty,dumb,nurses….isn’t it just the most perfect combination anyone can ever think off?

They are back!

This information that you are about to receive may suprise,startle or maybe even alarm you…but the truth remains…They exist…and they will strike again! It has happened before..It will happen again..It’s only a question of “When?”

 

It was back in the dark ages (of their lives) in a remote and secluded technological village (exact location has not been confirmed yet) somewhere in the 20 km  perimeter of Alan City and the Dark Valley in a southern state of the Indian sub-continent,Tamil Nadu,that a league of extra-ordianary men and women rose to the great resposibility shouldered on them along with the immense super-natural powers of bad humour and gave birth to the ultimate good-humour-fighting machine, what they called- THE VAZHAPINDY Inc.There have been controversial reports of the Vazhapindies being mutants who, as a result of a sudden leap in evolution,were born with latent superhuman abilities which manifested themselves triggered by the bottled-up frustrations reaching the threshold level  under the strict and obsessionally disciplined regime that thrived on the terror they infested in the minds of the villagers.Many ordinary humans (Homo sapiens) harbor  intense fear and intolerance  towards  The Vazhapindies (often referred to as Homo sicko humorous), who are regarded by a number of scientists as the next step in evolution and are thus widely viewed as a threat to human society at large.The tensions between The Vazhapindies and the rest of humanity exacerbated after a highly tormenting video was released by one of the founder-fathers after  years of contemplation-”Should we or shouldn’t we give them a sign?”

The Vazhapindy alliance founded by Pupunnepen Sypyripiapac and Thopomapas Mapathepew grew over the years absorbing like-minded people, and rendering expert-training to protect themselves from the world and to deliver the  World from the evil clutches of the forces of brotherhoods of good humour.The Vazhapindies were meticulously trained to control their powers by the founder-fathers until Pupunnepen Sypyripiapac chose to throw in the towel and since then has been known as “The fallen Vazhapindy”.

There have been Vazhapindy sightings reported at different parts of the country recently which has proved beyond the shadow of doubt there is a highly-organised operation thats underway and the Vazhapindy influence is growing at alarming rates.Intelligence sources have confirmed Vazhapindy presence in Delhi,Chennai,Mumbai,Bangalore and Hyderabad and suspect they are spreading wings in a well-defined pattern,paving its path, preparing for a final battle whose consequences are estimated to be catastrophical.

The Vazhapindy cells  have been spear-headed by young and qualified veterans of the fraternity namely Meperipin Apabrapahapam(The Big gun-Li’l sister), Ropohipit Gepeoporgepe, RepenC Phipilip (The Vazhapindy parallel to the “Sound Guy” in the Xtreme world)  and the latest addition to the team is nobody other than Sopoporapaj Mapathepews who is allegedly a member of a like minded secret society- The Xtremes .

Over-heard at the Vazhapindy dinner table  :-

Sopoporapaj- Hey there is a dead fly in my chicken curry !#$&)@#$%^&*

Meperipin:- Why do you care when there is a dead chicken in it already!!

Sopoporapaj :- I’m not paying for the fly anyway…i didn’t order for it !!

Thopomapas :- Ladies n’ gentlemen The Fly is on the house!! (inside joke-reference with the chennai wing)

BOULEVARD…not of broken dreams ;-)

This is a poem i wrote long time back in college…don’t know whether you can really call it a poem cos it ain’t got any rhyme or meter or any of those poetry rules followed…..Anyway..it was one of those not-so-sunny days when i was pissed for no apparent reason…

There is this dialogue in American History X…in Danny Vinyard’s voice (Edward Furlong)-reading the conclusion to the report he wrote.This comes after he’s shot..I remember the time when i watched the movie…that quote specifically made me feel gud..Crash was another movie that i really liked…

“So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life’s too short to be pissed off all the time. It’s just not worth it. Derek says it’s always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can’t top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you’d like.We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained we must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature“

Yeah and about the poem…i was happily sleeping during the Robotics class and Ma’m wakes me up cos i “JUST SHOULDN’T SLEEP IN CLASS!!@#$%^&*()_@#$%^&*”    she wasn’t teaching…Anyway i decided to scribble something down to keep myself awake…the result:- Boulevard.

BOULEVARD

By : Thomas Mathew

Time and time again vines of solitude

creep in through the thorny lanes of my mind

Deserted dark roads trodden in the past

Just a few distant lights that cast shadows on the wall

In the eerie silence and the cold wind blowing through my hair

all i have to guard is a heart full of unfulfilled aspirations…

an unending sense of pursuit for a finish line that seems so far away

and an unquenchable quest for a reason to live.

Visions,Reminiscence,Deja-vu

Flashes of faces,fields,events,voices

Strangers met on the bridge to nowhere

Acquaintances that seem familiar as from a past life

Spirits with minds that can decipher,hearts that can agonize and be ecstatic,

Senses that can perceive …all in one casing of flesh that conceals the true person inside,

chained down in a deep dungeon….

Complete denial of liberty,imprisoned by the very self,Paranoid but nobody knows

It’s self-penance,self-denial,intentional self-alienation

It’s an unending saga,an untold legend,a symphony that was never performed

An ode that could narrate the biography of a pilgrim in desolation

And will always remain untold until that break of dawn into an era of eternal sunshine

when the spirit will relish the moment of glory and say within…

I’m through…