SRK's 26th Law of Birthdays

The number of wishes you receive on your birthday is directly proportional to the number of social networking sites you're in and indirectly proportional to the number of SIM cards you've used.

God

Sick and tired of my life, I was so distressed that I screamed,

 “Why God, Why???  Why me? What did I do wrong??? Why is my life like this?? If you’re somewhere out there just come to me NOW and talk to me... I need you here NOW!!!”

A bright shiny light blinded me like in a scene straight out of the flicks. An old stooping man materialized right in front of me and said, “I am here my child. Ask anything you need.”

Relief still eclipsed by anger, I bellowed at him with rage. “Just go to HELL and ROT there....... Where were you all these days??”

“So be it, my child. All these days I was granting your brother’s wish, rotting in hell.” he smiled and just vanished.

The Feeling

I remember the last time I was in a situation like this. It was pretty conflicting with the way I’m feeling right now. The pain’s all the same, even the fractured leg was the same but the feeling was entirely different. I was happy then. The joy of not having to go to school was quite inexplicable. I was alone then too but never did I feel lonely.

Things sure have changed a lot over the years. I have a hundred more ways to kill time now than I had then but none of them seemed to work. I was feeling lonely, only this time, a great deal.

I ran out of folks that I could talk to. I checked my contacts in the phonebook only to realize most of them I even don’t know existed. I was feeling distant from everyone and it wasn’t just the physical distance. The only incoming call I had was from an automated chick who wanted me to push buttons. Ironically, it was me who was being pushed.

Like most desperate people I tried the online chat. People had started not seeing my messages despite the bright red notifications they had in that blue background. One of my close pals couldn’t even pick up my call. I was shattered. The pain in my leg had shrunk now compared to the twinge in my heart. With empty hands and a heavy heart I lay back on my bed.

I don’t remember when I dozed off but I woke up sensing someone holding my wrist. The eyes were as heavy as the heart but I slowly opened it. It was my Grandma. She’s 87, can barely walk and she came all the way into my room, climbing the stairs, just to see me for I haven’t been near her for  two days. I couldn’t grasp what the feeling was anymore.

Blogger’s Block

BLOGSVILLE: Mr. Sudhish Raj K, a self proclaimed blogger and author of one has been found suffering from the highly contagious Blogger’s Block. Mr. Sudhish, a member of blogger.com since July 2008 claims that he has not visited his blogger dashboard in recent times and has no clue as to how he got infected with the deadly BB virus. The doctors suspect that he may have loitered around on one of his fellow blogger’s pages and picked up the infection from there. “He is going to make a full recovery”, they added.

Campus Cluster 6 : The Matrix Revolutions

           The first semester was almost through. My hate for my fate had relented eventually. Its one thing that nothing is forever, even hate. I had become bright enough to see the brighter side. From complete strangers, people around me had evolved up to closest friends. Not to the likes of many, the exams too were getting closer.



The so called model examinations had begun and it was modelling into a model of total relapse. One fine evening, I was verifying the exam time table when something caught my attention. The date the next exam was on. I knew that there was something special about it. I couldn’t think of anyone’s birthday or anything. Then it came to me and when it did I opened my mouth horror-struck. Its the day I had been waiting for, for long enough. The Matrix Revolutions’ release date.



Yes. Crazy I am and right you are. I was so in love with the trilogy that I could've written down the whole script of the first two movies, flawlessly, if anyone dared me to.



The “should” --> “must” --> “will” transition occurred pretty quickly. However, going for it was not that simple. Firstly, I had to find some partners who are ready to bunk the exam. Secondly I had to make them join me all the way to Coimbatore. Even Hindi movies were not released at Palani so there was no question of “Ammavin Thanthirangal 3” releasing there. I couldn't make it alone that far. So I had to convince atleast one to be part of the expedition.



The first step was way too easier than expected. All I had to do was say, "I'm bunking", and close my book. The next step was convincing one of them to tag along. I was anything but good with rhetorical questions. Still, Rahul was an easy target. He too was an enthusiast like me then and so got into line after pretending reluctance for a minute or less. The news spread like fire and made more "bunkers" among us. Jai came up voluntarily the moment the word reached him.

Like every other time we blamed the “poisoned” food for making us sick and unable to attend the model exam that day. We lay in our bed in agony, like we took a bullet, to convince the hostel warden of our fate. We got permission to visit a doctor easily but little did they know that there was no cure for the itch that we had. So, the journey was on...



It was my first trip to Coimbatore, my first bunking of an exam and last but not least I was about to find out how the Matrix trilogy was to conclude. I was very excited. I am pretty damn sure that the other two were too. We made it to the city and with our very limited Tamil querying skills we were able to find and reach the cinema in time. It was a bit disappointing to notice that there was no queue at the ticket counter but we saw the half-filled part of the glass in the fact that we’d be able to get the tickets right away.



We chose the best seats in the balcony and kept waiting, waiting and waiting... Then it began and we all had our pulse raising. Our hearts skipped a beat or two when the first dialogue came out. Not that it was so electrifying but because we did not understand a word of what was said. All the suffering, the journey, the lies, every bit of it revolved inside the head like it was undeniably, the matrix revolution. The whole movie was dubbed into Tamil language which we could barely make out. It was a new experience all together and perhaps the last time I traveled long for watching a movie. We couldn't just wait to tell the guys back in the hostel how good the movie was too.

 

My Darkest Secret

I am indebted to the man who invented the 'Delete' key.

X becomes Y

Some people when subjected to constant stress

just go crazy. Then there are those who just make the one's around them go crazy. Unfortunately, the author here is a mixture of both.

Presenting the XY Song...

3...
2...
1...

X was popular,

Y was scared.

X always got far,

Y just stared.

X was a good friend,

had many to spare.

Y was a fiend,

no friends were there.

X one day got fond of Y,

and gave Y his heart for care.

Rest could only wonder why.

Y never had it inside there.

X got a little carried away,

Y was the only thing he cared,

Y took X now far astray,

X did only what Y dared.

Y had enough of X's love,

X one day got slapped on face.

X also got one big shove.

Y is now in a whole new place.

Y is now popular,

X is scared.

Y always got far,

X now just stared.

Therefore, X=Y. Hence proved.

Ok people. Shows over. Remember, this is what three continuous hours of math could do to you. BEWARE.