tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6952557435269013622012-02-16T12:07:51.084+05:30Personal perceptions... Uncensored yet slightly distorted ;)SRKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12330676446101047628noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695255743526901362.post-68385867657462208472012-02-02T07:00:00.000+05:302012-02-02T07:00:01.148+05:30

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

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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

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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

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           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

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

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Some people when subjected to constant stressjust 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

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Before I begin need to request you something. I know its impossible now as I have already begun but let me ask you anyway :- How do you give an award to a blog? Someone please send me one that says : "The most irregular blog" or something like that, please. The title given to this post may be contradictory to the contents as I'm not giving out any reasons for anything down here. You maybe

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So no one told you life was going to be this way. Your job's a joke, you're broke, you're love life's DOA. It's like you're always stuck in second gear, Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year. But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour. I'll be there for you, like I've been there before. I'll be there for you, cause

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Getting up from the bed wasn’t so tough today. Well, it wasn’t tough but it was a bit embarrassing. Its not every day that you get waken up by a little kid who has only started talking. My niece left me speechless when she came all the way up into my room and yelled out, “Sudhi... Sudhi... Pookkalam.... Amma.... Camera... Varoo “! Smiling back at her, I couldn’t ignore the thought of how too

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Ok fella bloggas.... I'm back blogging and I have no idea how that is gonna affect the rest of the world. In case you do wonder what made me drag my head back into Blogsville, here's your answer: Its ONAM. If that doesn’t explain everything as intended just follow the link or google it. Asking me may not be the best alternative as I am "barely a mallu" as per some carefully composed quiz in the

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Believer or non-believerOf all the facts that I here quote.I was down with exam feverAnd I was there at hell rot.Nah..., I’m not the one who careBut I had options many not.If I could, I would, I swear,Break away that bloody knot.Coz, I don’t have another year,To mug up and blindly jot,Just to prove I’m an engineer, That my head can hold a lot.All the people I’ve seen and never,All who made to an

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Ok guys an girls (ehem!)...I know this is gonna be hard on none of you but I gotta crack it.This blog will be dead for a while. Your dear author is sufferring from an acute case of exam fever. He's dying (sobs)....(Silence....)He'll be down till July and so in his abscence he's leaving you in charge. You can comment anywhere in th blog just to keep it alive... and plz don't send him flowers and

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Yesterday night I was staring at the box so intently that I could have shattered the screen if had that gift in me. The world nears the IPL finals but that was not what was gawking back at me. (You better make a mental note right now coz I’m a very rare Indian: I HATE CRICKET!)North, East, West, South, Skies, Underground – “NEWSSU”. That word is invisible in your Oxford dictionary only coz its

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Just a song that I listen to over and over again... I dunno wat the actual meaning of the song is but it reminds me of someone that I miss, someone who was so much like me and I thought would always be there for me. Someone still alive somewhere, now changed and far far way moving on with his own life...Hold on... There's no such real person for me okay... Any resemblance is truly

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Life was getting monotonous. All the early excitement of the college-life slowly faded away. With daily donations from college to make the day, we crawled on with the dullness in and around us. The latest being the heavy information of no Industrial Visit or study tour for the poor 1st years. We could only hope, sit and pray for the better days to draw near. Gradually, I felt more like I was in

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Okay I’ll get straight to the point. This one isn’t anything cooked up for you to laugh or even grin at. It’s not gonna sooth your soul and I don’t know if any of my posts did either. So you can hop in or just get out before you are even here...You want more huh?? This is just some kinda chicken soup for my own soul and I really mean it when I say it’s MY OWN. I’m all alone here, cooking it by

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There’s this gal, not far away,I feel like talking every day.She ain’t Rose and me no Jack,The day we met is traced long back.When she stops and has her say,There’s no chance I'm not left gay.Ain’t a riddle she can’t crack,Wonder how she has that knack. Time took her a distinct way,Still I dredge her up each day.She moved on, came never back,It was tough as a bare whack.Our friendship now gone

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Some days I end up so confused that I even confuse whether it is a "confusion day" or just "a day of confusion".

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TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINGGGGGGG............. TRRRRRINGGGGGGG.....TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINNNNNNGGGGGGGG....... SWOOOOSHHHHH..... CLUNK!!!People were shouting all around me obnoxiously. No. This isn’t a dream. It was long past the point in time for black and white graphic novel of thoughts. I could barely move. Everything was in slow motion. It was hard just to open my eyes and when I

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Alright... This is the second time that I've been tagged and that too by the same person... Time for some response huh? This ain't gonna be 100 truths about me, yet it would be really appreciated if none of the information here is used against me by any means, to even the slightest extent... I trust you all so here goes...1) Last Drink – A cup of tea, in the evening. Can't do without it. 2) Last

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Before I begin let me remind you... No, not just you... let me remind myself too.  I named this series “Campus Cluster” as this is just about my pals at my beloved campus and my lovely days with them. It might sound a little contradictory later yet this is the reality: This is not a space to defame the great SSCET, Palani. I care for my college, not simply for the extravagances that I enjoyed

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“When you do something wide of the mark and someone gives a talking to you, it hurts. Yet, it be killing all the more when that someone is silent to you”

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Chapter OneThe same old blazing sun was right above, shining, magnificently with all those years of experience that it has had. Yet, it could not bother me much as today is the day that I had been anxiously awaiting to encounter: August 4th 2003, the first day at college.It was not just me; even the gate was a lot distinct today with a flashy welcome banner plus all the add-ons that could deceive

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AcknowledgementsTo my college mates, for all the motivation to write on this came from you alone. I owe you for all the reminiscences that you left behind which I prize all my life.Last but not least, to Amith. He used to pretend that he is one and only but now he has proven his point. Thanks for being a regular reader. ;)PrologueIt was a hard, long drive. The scorching sun was even harder on us.

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Ok... It’s over... I’m late as usual. I was supposed to blog on this topic yesterday but please excuse. I’m doing it today anyway... So... where to start?? Should I be starting by scribbling how I spent my day or by criticizing the day or maybe a story from another year or my own thoughts about the day?? I really don’t know.... If I write on how I spent my day, it would be really pitiable

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Here I am… This is Me….Oh no! It’s not that song on the radio again. This one is not about that. This is all about my first blog…. Well, it’s been over a week since I created this blog and what good is it without a post? I’ve never been too much into writing but I did make a big decision. So here I am… all set to upload a few words about myself. This is me…. Simply stated, I was born on the

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