Airtel- You are so dead to me!

Well, as soon as I got my Motorola on April 2nd, they gave me a free Subscriber's Identity Module which was an Airtel registered in the name in my Uncle's (Life-partner of my aunt Priya) Licence Proof.

I, then, used my new Airtel SIM when I got back to my aunt's home. Since most of my family members had this network, I loved being a part. They can call me at 10p per minute. It was then I started having problems. This is the worst defect one could have. You never use it when it works but when you know that it doesn't work, you get really mad. I tried calling 121 (customer care number) where I realized that it never connected me to the actual representative. Whenever the call gets connected to the rep, an automated voice says some crap and the call automatically gets disconnected. This kept bugging me for weeks. Never got fixed. So how do I ever get to know how to get Internet settings for the phone. Internet is the biggest feature in the phone. If I'm not able to use it, then what I am using would just transform into a Nokai( not Nokia- Nokai, a Chinese phone) phone.I wandered here and there just to get Internet settings in my phone. Finally, My uncle  Ganesh a.k.a PKG helped me get it after a month of try.

And the most irritating thing that they did was this. They deduced amount from my account for no reasons. The internet would be off and I am not sending any outgoing SMS. But it still gets active.I can't even complain 'cause of what? The stupid network doesn't like me talking to the Customer care representative. What did I do to you, Mrs. Automated voice? Is he your husband? No? Then, why me? Drat...!

Then I got so sick of this network. I mean, who wouldn't. Would you like to lose your money just for nothing? It was at that time when the MNP ( you know what this means. No? Mobile Number Portability). So, I made my decision. I'm gonna transform my Network to, let's say DOCOMO ( Whoo-hooo! My favourite..).

I texted : Menu->Message-> New-> PORT 9791117994  and I sent it to 1900. 

They gave me back a code. It was quite a relief giver. I was so relaxed that I'm gonna leave this network. Unfortunately, it wan't my freedom from that network ( I could've just thrown it and bought another one but it till had 5000 messages pending. Silly reason. Why did I feel pity for that stupid "5000 SMSes"? I got a call from their office.They said, "Sir, don't leave AIRTEL. We've given you 10p/minute to all local Airtel calls for a period of 6 months as an offer." I was so glad (or I felt so). But the fact was, they never activated it. Screw them - money freaks (Aircel too does that).

My uncle was an Airtel user. So, when I kept telling him that " They did this. They did that. And most of all they never activate the scheme that they told me". They didn't offer me the offer that they mentioned they'd offer ( Why am I offering you "offers" this much? What are you gonna offer me now? SLAP? Good one... I Love You...). My uncle said, " I am a customer using Airtel for years. And you have just bought the SIM. How will they give it to you?".  This point is so unacceptable. Networks consider customers just as customers . They don't see when this person has got the Network and all such things.

I thought, when I was inserting the SIM, I am gonna travel with you all along. But Airtel lost that friendship and Tata Docomo( Whoo-hoo! I always get excited when I say this..) got it.

Welcome Docomo!

Airtel, it is not that I hate you. If you'd been better, I would have been with you. (This looks like a break-up. Yes, I broke up with Airtel.)

Facebook says :

Guhan is in a relationship with Docomo( Whoo.. Sorry! Not gonna get you mad this time)

Moto the Mobile- My Baby

'The phone owning' thing has always been in my mind since I started my Eleventh grade. I Looked over the net about all the best phones. I haven't asked for anything to buy for me, from my dad. So this was my first 'I-need-that-thing' talk. He agreed to whatever I wished. That's why I didn't care about the price. My looks lighted on Blackberry first. Then all the phones in that brand had less Megapixels on the camera side. But what I needed was a 5 megapixel phone. My wishes lengthened. I modeled my own features into a phone. It should have a camera with 5 megapixels with 30 fps, QWERTY keyboard, Touch Screen, Android(of course). So, I was in front of the net looking the right phone with a range Rs.15,000. I don't like Samsung even a bit. I excluded the brand from my searches. Foreign brands are loved by me a lot. Motorola was on mind and it got fixed to my brain. My searches began revolving around this brand. Charm, Flipout, (Bam!) Backflip. Finally my decision was the name 'after the (Bam!).

My decided phone was approved for its adoption. But no shops near my place were having this. I went to Coimbatore to get one. I stayed in Priya aunt's home and we spread nets for the fish(the phone. Not the fish). No shop had it. At last the hope of light shone in Univercell. The Salesman suggested me other brands over Motorola but I wouldn't change my mind. Paid the cash with the help of my Debit card. My phone was awesome. They even gave me a Free SIM (No big deal). 9791117994 (which am not currently using as I had big, trust me, real big problems, with that network). After I got the phone, my hands could never be seen without my phone (Yes, I know what you think. I leave the phone to rest at night) . Believe it or not, I had it like my baby. But due to various reasons, it's been hospitalized in Chennai. My bro (Nagarathinam. Sorry, Dr.Nagarathinam) has it. 

Doctor's busy now. Wish he hands the phone a.k.a The Baby to me safely with all the treatment processes done.

Motorola- The mobile is my biggest companion next to my Watch...!!

First time on the big Wheels!

Big wheels- by this I try to mean the Bus. You see my bus rides were usually with my whole family. Me, my dad, my Mom and my bro. We'd take a three-person seat and we four would be sitting in that. Dad on the left corner, mom in the middle and me near the window with my bro on my lap. I still cherish those moments for it were like- awesome..!! With my small size, I'll not be able to see the TV in the bus (I don't watch TV in buses nowadays. Will tell it to you in Anti- piracy post).So, we sometimes put our suitcase on the seat and sit on that. I wonder what the persons who sat behind at that time thought of us.  My bro would sleep on all of us like we were the hypothetical beds for him. It would be a big sad for us if the bus had no TV. Ha! Then the other thing that makes us feel bad is the rush. It is so hard for the four of us to get on to a bus which is so damn crowded. This is my past. Fast forwarding now.

Creeeeeekk...Creeech... Caraass.....!! Beep beep. (Play)

I am in Aruppukottai where my family members are already in Sivakasi and they're calling me to come there. It was holidays after my ninth grade. I had school just for the revision of the tenth grade. I'd attend the school and go off there. I was all ready after coming from the school. I had thirty rupees in my pocket. A ten rupee note and a twenty rupee note. I got on a bus from Aruppukottai to Virudhunagar. I remember it very well, the ticket was 6 rupees. I bought a ticket and I put the change in my right pocket and I put my hands over the pocket (for what? To protect. He..he.) I was so scared that someone would steal that money. Hey! It is just 24 rupees. I mean, who would try to snatch that? Everyone looked a robber(Rob denotes stealing a large sum, right?) to me then. IT seems very silly now when I think about it.

Guhan is not a scared bus-traveller now. I have already made so many bus travels. I like travelling in buses. It feels so good to be travelling alone. Asking for guidelines from the conductors on the bus stands and going to a place where I'v never gone before. I've gone Chennai, Banglore, karaikudi, Madurai, Chidambaram, Karaikaal, Surandai (there is a place with this name), Erode, Coimbatore etc., I still can't believe I'm doing this.

The thing that I don't feel comfortable in travelling is- I like going to destinations that have buses directly to the place. I mean, if I want to go to Erode from Dharmapuri, I should catch a bus in Dharmapuri and land safely in Erode through a THROUGH bus. I hate small-small stoppings. Although that makes me feel worried somehow I love travelling to places that I don't even know they exist. That's a tough job, dude. The fun in asking for directions with the Conductors. I feel like going to some place unknown RIGHT NOW. Nowadays I am not so aware of the money like I did before. I've emerged. Was I the guy who covered his pockets to protect the precious 24 rupees cash? I still doubt it.


Guhan- will be back...!!

Wanna raise a pet

Well, this is it. I am revealing. This secret code is 56-47-99-13. Please don't kill me. I swear, this is the code.

Hell! What am I talking about?  Sorry, Mission Impossible still in my head...

I've been always in love with animals which exclusively is DOG. It is no wonder, it is the man's best friend. I don't know what it is for others but it damn sure is a good friend of mine. I like petting dogs wherever I see 'em. I do dog-talk and I like it a lot. That is so fun and I enjoy it at that time. I do a specific sound usually when I see a dog. You might be knowing it if you're very close with me. After I make that noise, the dogs get my attention and stare at me for a few seconds. I love that moment. But if I do that twice or thrice, it starts to ignore me from the next time onwards. Funny.

I always wanted to grow a pet as my friendly companion. The environments I've gotten so far were never suitable enough to grow a Dog or Cat. I, recently got to know about a cute a cuddly pet. He is 'Guinea Pig'.

Isn't he a cutie?

He is playful and recognizes me as its friend. Till now I didn't get that thought.Now I am in Chidambaram alone in my own room. I'll be living with four other guys soon. Then, it is time for my pet to be raised. He is surely gonna be with me for nearly 5 years ( it's his life span ). Cool, right? I am sure it is 'cool' for me. I'll blog it after I adopt one.

Then my love spreads to Cows! They are the animals I want to be born as in my next life. I mean, hey have no job. They simply wander here and there simply. I wanna be like them. That's the only reason sometimes I am jealous of animals just like I am jealous of Sneha ( You know why ).  I've heard people saying feeding the cows can get us Good in our lives. I feed whenever I see a hungry cow near me. Biscuits, Banana etc., whatever I am able to afford to get at that time. I just don't do that 'cause "People say so". I do that just because they play a vital role in supplying the most important health drink- the milk! Milk is my favourite. So, in order to pay it back, I do that...

 I feel pity for animals. How do they eat? What do they do for a living? Nothing. Yet they live. The same case should apply for us too. Why the heck do we talk life shit and draw circles and boundaries around us?  Why can't our lives be so too? Why are we so pressurizing ourselves that 'life should be this',  'it should be that' and so?

Anyways, let's leave that topic.  I have a lot of love for them that I want to live like them. Need anything more than that?? No. I think I've made my point.

My story. No more no less ( stole this sentence from Ek Dheewana Tha trailer..)


Guhan- will be back...!!

King of Smiles? No, even if you say so

Photo! This has developed a lot and none leaves a tourist spot without snapping a shot or two. In those days, people used to enjoy what they see. But times have changed. People want to cherish the memory by the photos. Instead of sparing time to view the sparkles of nature, they see everything through their compound microscope( eye has a lens so has the camera. A device which uses more than a lens is a compound microscope. Guess I am becoming a Bookworm!).

I have been very interested in snapping pictures wherever I go. This was my biggest mistake in my life. Why? All those days in which I should've been on the snaps instead I stood behind the lens capturing others which is now a very good memory for them. Not for me! I found this after a long time only. I was once browsing around my PC and was looking at the pictures. I sensed something. 'Where the hell am I in all these?'. It was in my 9th grade or something like that. I was so worried. I decided that day. NO more snapping others before I snap myself with the whole gang.

The next thing. I am not missed in the snaps but my pictures don't look good if I don't smile in the shot. I don't like people looking at the camera and having no expression in their face at all. Even I was like that and I started to hate me in the photos. I agree, I don't have a photogenic face. My smile never is good. That is the reason of why am jealous of Sneha! I once laughed in a photo which was quite better than the photo where I am expression-less. I decided to smile with my teeth displayed as a Tooth museum. Yes, it is good to be doing that. I don't know how people think after they see a picture of mine but I love my photos so much. Here are some of 'em.

 Mysore palace. Jansons Shirt. trademark Smile.

 Sindhu's Poochudal Vizha. My Jansons shirt again. Trademark Chain( lost it) and smile.

 Ganesh's home. In front of PC. Trademark smile.

Ravi's wedding. Dress selected by Mom. Trademark Smile.

 Deen's glasses. My trademark smile.

 Tried to snap a picture with Dad's Cigarette in hand but he snatched it from me- See?. Again, my Trademark smile.

 As you can see, there always are exceptions. There are some pictures that are taken after this very decision but have no teeth showcase.

1.Varun's home. He moved so he's blurred.

 My favourite picture of all time. No showcase.

With Mom. Less teeth yet nice.








Some don't like me doing this. But why should I care? It's my life anyways! Just kidding. No hard feelings...

I hope you had SOME time. Will be back with another 'have SOME time' kind of post.

Guhan- will be back.

Two Wheeler crashed to the ground

Guys, you should know how I drive. I am definitely not a MACHO RIDER. I have a fear of going fast on the bikes. If the wind hits me hard on the face, then my heart pounds faster than the bike's rpm. I drive slow and steady. As careful as a cow. Holidays it was! Normally, my times would be in my home all alone with the computer. One day, a plan was made.

Mission : Ayub's Home.

 Well, we first thought to go in bus. Later, plan changed to Two-wheeler. Two 2wheelers we had. One was Deen's and other was Mine. The pack had Me, Deen, Sriraam, Balaji, Praveen. We tore off. Three boys were on Deen's ride (where I was) and my ride had the others. The journey was just fine. We reached safe there. Chicken welcomed us there. Cookadoodle doo...! Crunchy munchy juicy awesomy. I tried the Paayaasam for the dishes were spicy ( in fact too spicy ). I usually don't take Paayaasam. We chat for sometime and then we set for our way back home.

That was the beginning of the CRASH. Me and Sriraam planned to ride back. The others took the other ride. We snapped some photos after we left his home and then we were on the roads in 'high wheels' especially the two of us. Actually, I was riding the 2 wheeler where Sriraam wanted to accelerate and I let him do the acceleration with him sitting in the backseat. Whenever we saw a big vehicle approaching at a distance, he would give me the whole handling. This repeated throughout the ride but just before few miles to home something was gonna burn. I asked him, "Why don't you ride for a change?". He first refused. But I compelled him. Then, we tore off with an massive speed that we lost the other ride. They went in an different path. We were all alone. So, this path came on the way. It was like 'S'es sonnected together. You don't know in what speed we were racing then. It was like "Vrooooooooooooommmmmm....!!". The zig zag demon came and at the end of that path he lost control and when he tried braking the ride, the sand made the ride skit and we jumped into a pit. I just remember this part. I caught his shoulder and shouted "SRIRAAM...!!".

This scene gets over. When I see accident in movies, I think 'how could he fall with that little skit?' But now I know why they show it like that.

The next scene: I open my eyes and see the 2 wheeler resting on my left jaw! I couldn't move. It was so damn heavy. I called him for help and he came to lift the vehicle from me. It was such a big relief after he took that away from me. I wasn't happy for I was alive, but the crazy thing I did was: after he took away the vehicle I looked for my cellphone. I found it and found little scratch on the screen. It was some people from that place who helped us moving the ride from the pit and gave us water and other things. I really wanna THANK those people for that help. I was so worried of my face being filled with wounds. I didn't have a mirror at that time. Time for my Moto( my phone). I snapped a photo of me to see whether anything has happened to my face. But hell no! No scratches!

The accelerator broke and it was bad during the next few miles. I drove and we were like 'drunk ducks' riding. I thought, when I tell this to my dad he'll be shocked. He simple said, "Athanaala enna? Onnum aagaathu.( So what? Nothing's gonna happen)" Still can't believe he said that. The funny thing is the day before this day I swear my mind said this: " Ha! We haven't been in an accident so far." But turned out to be false.

Can't forget that day. Still am scared to face a S curve during my ride.

Guhan- will be back...!!

Dancer? I hardly think so!

Dancing- The word still reminds me of the late Michael Jackson.

Me, as a dancer? Yes, I still remember by old days of my dancing on stages. They all happened to happen on school functions later they got evolved into other stages too. Actually I don't remember my first dance of my own but I've heard it from the Buccal Cavities of my Mom and Dad. It was for a Wedding where when the dance performance was happening already. I jumped to my feet and started hopping near the chairs. My first dance went then. An old lady who worked as a Nurse was a well-known person to my Mom and Dad. She picked me up from in between the Chairs and put me up in the stage! I hopped and hopped and I still haven't got to know what the reaction of that audience was. Well, I hope they enjoyed- at least for a second and a half!

Television was popular but not the channels that telecast songs and dance that are prevailing right now. In Kallimandhayam( Where I spent six years of my childhood or as I believe it to be), I made my second attempt. It was a school function and I did a song from the movie "Kaadhalukku Mariyaathai" for the song 'Ithu Sangeetha thirunaazho' ( Note: A Vijay movie). Is that why I started liking him? Whatever. I am his fan now and I think you know that already. Hey, I'm going off the track. Back again.

Days went and my living places changed. I came to Sayalkudi and I don't remember having done any performances there. I don't like that school for it was the school that got me a name- THE THIEF. Pfft.

Tirupur online. I am in the Universal Matriculation school. It was my fifth grade and was up for a folk song. Man, it was fun. The final steps of the song which had movements of us siting and standing again and again had our thighs' pains high.

When I got to my 9th grade, I was called for an audition to perform for the school Annual Day function. Well, I did well but I wasn't selected. So, in great worry I walked to the audition for The Drama. They asked me to do a Vadivelu part and I did best. They liked it but before I went to rehearse, there was a call from the dance team. They had chosen Dhoom 2 hit 'Dhoom Machaale'. And they wanted that audio in a CD. Guess why I got the part in the dance team! It was me who downloaded the song and made it into a CD. Crazyyyy..... After many years I saw that dance recently when I accidentally found it in my hard drive. I was shocked. I had no good movements or the so-called body language. Ha! Fun to be enjoying that.

And the awesome year which gave me rocking popularity ( I have that?) was the performances I made in Dharmapuri's Senthil School. The first one was a folk song just with drum beats with me dancing funny with a round shaped whatever that was ( a Tamizh drum called 'Thappu') and yes I did Thappattam. And followed by it I did an Annual Day perfomance with my Deen Dayal, who is the man who made me, put shutters to my shyness and made me dance for the Thappattam too. We were a huge hit with that. later, we were asked to do a Cameo in the dance performance of our Juniors' ATM 'Munnal Vada' song which turned out to be the best of ours. Can't forget those days. We were in 12th grade and we didn't ask permission from anyone for doing that part. We rocked.

After a month, I went to my Uncle's wedding where I performed that Annual Day mix from Senthil school. Finally I did my own mix song in my Aunt’s wedding. Yeah I forgot. I also reperformed the Dhoom Macchale at a wedding and did a own dance with my bro for 'Ponmagal vanthaal' (again from ATM).

Even now I still don't consider me as a dance for I never make moves but can do what I'm told. But the big problem here is I don't have a TELLER to hear to. Many appreciate and I love that feeling. It's good to know that I've made someone happy. That is what is keeping me going. You agree with that?

Danced. Dancing. Will Dance.

Guhan- will be back!

I was on TV!

Well, I haven't achieved anything. I didn't appear on TV for my accomplishment. It was for my close friend of mine. His name is Bala Chandran. I was in Aruppukottai during my 8th, 9th and 10th grades. So, it was in my tenth grade. I've done all my exams for that year's Public Examination. I was eagerly waiting for the result knowing that I would top this friend. Because I already was aware of my MOST FAVOURITE( pun intended) Mathematics score( I have a separate post about this subject. I'll be posting it this month) . Most of the time I spend my days in his home only. You can call it my guest house( if he agrees to that). Well, I play computer games in his home as he had the latest issue of GTA IV in his home. The game was quite awesome that we all loved it and stayed there forever. It was total fun in the holidays. We were in a complete virtual world where our fingers and eyes alone would run.

The result day has come. All of our marks were to be lightened by the term INTERNET. Bala had internet connection in his home. My friends and me set journey to his home on that day. We had no idea what marks we would get. I was hoping for a 480 out of 500. We waited with our feet dancing for our heart beats. The results were not out yet. The websites were just extending the times of result. Once they say 'Results will be announced by 8.30' and when we see it the next time, it pops to 8.45. It did this craze three times and the results roared to life by 9.30. It was my marks which our eyes ate first. I was 474. I wasn't disappointed as I was expecting this. We saw our friends' marks which were quite disappointing for them. But let's go into the story.

Suddenly, Bala's phone roared. It was his sister. She said, 'Hey, Your name's one TV bro!". He couldn't believe it for a moment. Then it was his time. We opened his register number. Booooooooooyah! He got 494! BAM. We couldn't believe our eyes.He was State III. A big name for our school and also for our district. We had high hopes on him and he made them true. Then it was just few minutes from then. PRESS came rushing to his home. I have never seen Press members interviewing someone. The house was filled with all smiles. It was TRING-TRING everywhere. I attended some of their phones when they were busy with other phones. Then they interviewed him and gave some of the points to be told. I was so happy and I thought if I stood next to him, I could be on TV. I did that. At that m\time, Raj TV was interviewing him. So the Camera Man gave me the Mike and made me hold it in front of him. I still consider that moment very precious. I didn't know that I was going live at that moment. It was Naga Rathinam ( My favourite bro) who called me up and told me that I appeared on TV. It had been life-long dream to appear so. Finally, it happened because of him.  All thanks to him. And Thank you, Raj TV camera Man for making me hold that mike!

That's about it.

Got many more posts upcoming. Stay tuned. Become one of my readers.

Until then it is Guhan- hibernating! 

Faking the Attendance!

The morning was fine. We were all happy about the upcoming holidays for Diwali. And I didn't expect much of action. I was in a good looking dress, I think. The sir never knew me till then. I was, you know casual just like the normal days. But he called out my name and started to enquire me. He asked what my Dad was and I humbly replied that he was a Bank Officer. For that he said, "So only you're doing all this? Whom do you think you are?". Actually I didn't follow him at that moment. I was puzzled. 'Why is he doing this?'. I stood like a stone. Then it struck me. 'Ah! The attendance!'. Then he asked me to write a letter of apology. So did I and off he left me.

                                             PROBLEMO SOLVED! 

What exactly did I do on that day? Let's rewind a 2 weeks back. It was the day before Diwali holidays. I've always loved the concepts of Fake attendance giving or as they call 'proxy'. I usually gave it a go a few times. Then this very day came to life with silent whispers telling me "Don't act stupid". I wouldn't listen. Who would care what the consequences are when we're getting fame through the act which we are about to perform? I proxied fora guy called RAJ KUMAR. He went home that day itself. I thought I had achieved something. But was not aware of the fact that I am about to write an apology letter to the Dean. We had an Agronomy class the evening also. The Sir thought that with this much of strength( many left college for the holiday fun) why should he take class. So he asked "How many are you here?". Blood started flowing backwards in me. I was Bammed. There were only 29 and the attendance showed 33! Booyah! He asked who the traitors were. None opened their Buccal cavity. I thought maybe if we act too casual he wouldn't find out. But something really bad happened two weeks later. A mine had been set up by someone in my class in my path. It's true I had some enemies in the class who just don't like what I do. They should've trapped me into this. Well, now they are getting along with me. In fact they are beginning to like me. I'm so very proud of me. People do like me. Some even buccal Cavity-ied it. I am so glad that I am this guy. That's it for this.

I get too many stories when I'm not in front of the Internet and when I come in front of it, the stories that came up just disappear. Screw my absent mindedness. I'll get back to you with another blog post soon.

Till then, this is Guhan going on Hibernation due to exams!

Noddism

You should first know where I sit in the class. Guess..... If your answer is Last bench then you're wrong. I totally  dislike sitting in the first bench from my school days. But somehow I started to like the great capacities of the first bench. It can get me all the sounds as such from the Professor's mouth so that I can be aroused even by small sound.

Advantages :
* Can get to know every information from the staff.
* Can see what's being written on the board very accurately(and also I don't have an eye defect-so Double Dhamaka)
* If you do something, everyone will know that. I mean, the mannerisms.
* Doing mischief activities like eating biscuits while the staff is teaching (which I do when I skip a breakfast or a meal) can get you a rocking popularity ( which too I have).
 The disadvantages are cruel.

Disadvantages:
*  Say goodbye to Chicken Sleep- No Devil way!
*  No mischiefs.( This does not apply for me)
*  Will get caught very easily if we do things like exploring the phone or when we forget to put the phone in silent mode the phone blazes the tones which easily reach the ears of the deaf professors ( pun intended).  
* Gotta be more studious as the teacher is always showing attention on the members of first bench. (this is where I enter)

I am in the first bench. Actually I got caught for giving FAKE ATTENDANCE for a guy. That was in the Agronomy period. I'll tell that tale in the next post. Now I'll Boal( Hindi for 'tell') the Noddism. After getting caught, he got too familiar with my name and he never takes his eyes off me. So I played along. I kept nodding and nodding for each and every point he told thinking that he'll see someone else if he thinks that I'm listening ( but what I am doing is PRETENDING like I understand) he'll see somewhere. But the devil struck to my shoulders. His eyes grew sharper on me. As I kept nodding he began thinking that I'm too interested in listening. Okay, I can manage that for other staffs but the highlight of this staff is he never turns to board to write or for anything. The nodding became a huge headache for me. Of course- NECK pain. Now that the classes are over-Yes, the attendance is close, I am free. Who knows who will do this to me in the second semester? Let's give the options to fate. It was niice sharing this experience with you. See you again with the Fake attendance story.

When the professor asks a student  when I will return when I am on a leave, I think his answer will be, "Sir, Guhan will be back!"

Me and the so-called GOD!

Good to see you again, reader. I am now all set to write about the bond between me and the god(hypothetical). I am not born with an inbuilt intellect of all knowledge in this world. So there is no way I can know the whereabouts of god. I usually pray for every stupid thing that I wish that should happen.I didn't find that stupid at that time as I was too small for everything. I kinda started worshiping Lord Ganesh a lot. And the reason for that is very silly. In the movie Ghilli, Vijay after jumping from the Light house says a THANKS to the Lord Ganesh. From that day on I made myself that I like Him. That is silly, right? See, you're smiling now. No? Oh! Then I must be wrong. What are you doing now? Sad? Lonely? Bored? Alone? Worried? Happy? Well, I don't wanna make you angry. Read read.

Then after when years passed, I was in Aruppukotttai. My father wanted to worship the sun or the temple from our home. I did that for him. But still I was never into it that much. Just had to do those for him. After many months there, I felt the atheist in me. My belief in the existence of god gradually got reduced. Now it is very small in me. That 'very small' is 0. I don't totally believe in such existence. How can one tell that someone is watching from the sky? This is crazy. They just tell that we can never see him but feel if I ask something like, "have you seen god?". I can't stand this. If I want to explain his non-existence, I need a lot of time to write it in the blog. So, I'll just skip. But the fact here is:

I AM AN ATHEIST!




I think I've made my point.

Bye! See you with a new post soon....!!

My watch and myself.

See, I am not usually a guy who maintains time and all. I was not actually good with watches. It has been my nature that if I get a watch I wear it for, like a two days then I just don't wear it at all. So I totally had thought that this watch would get the same treatment from this WATCH-THROWER Doctor! But it wasn't. It was my nearly 3 years back. There was a store called Shanmugam stores in Aruppukottai, where I did my 8th, 9th and my 10th grade. June was fast approaching. That means my birthday was on the flow. It could be here anytime. Normally I don't expect gifts but this birthday was made to meet my whole time companion which I didn't know at that time. I spent my days just as the normal days and before the day of my birthday, my dad took me to the store which I have mentioned in the earlier sentence. So, there I was standing before 'rows and columns'(this came to my mind because I wrote my Mathematics exams yesterday) of watches belonging to different brands which were not that big brands but some what my lined. I had no idea what to choose. Then this guy with his gold plated state attracted me and my mind said,"Choose that guy!".


So I chose him. Maybe it was that we were meant to be with each other. I looked no more. He got paid. Actually this is my shopping criteria. I don't look deep. The ones that look me first pick me automatically and I take them. That's it. Bill was given and the price was 450 rupees. Dad took his purse to give the money where my mind was still saying," Why spend 450 bucks for a three day tie on the hand?". But I bought and left the shop.

I don't completely (why the hell am I using 'ly' words in this post so much? Aren't I?) remember the first day I wore the watch in my hands. You know, because of my lean hand no watch fits perfect. I had to adjust it all the time. Since it was Gold plated (or I had just been cheated by being told so), I took more care in it. You have to first know that I am a big absent-minded guy( I'll get this into a post soon!). 

Since I am that kind of guy, I began to take care about the watch too much. As soon as I get home, I place my watch in the Cup board and spend the rest of the evening with bare hands. The next day, this continued. So did the third day. Fourth day wasn't the same. I forgot the watch to school. Wearing discontinued and forgetting continued. So I decided never to undo the watch from my hands.



Yes, it worked. I had to undo only when I had to attend my nature's call and the showering time. I got so much bonded with it. Even I forget to see the time on the wall clock but not in my hand clock. It became more and more attached to me. The same happened in me. It became a situation that I feel uncomfortable without the watch. I was wearing my watch in the Left hand only for, like a year. But one day Mom told me that she used to wear it in the right hand. It is a rare thing. Not many do this. I decided to be one of the few. Till now I have this very watch which I am talking about in my right hand. If it had life, it would be the only one that knows everything about me.

So, that's it folks. This is Raja Guhan wearing his watch and loving it more than anything else! 

FIrst Year! First Day!

Hip! Hip! Hurray! Made it through the first day of the college.

Actually I rented a home here and came by car yesterday. It was with this driver Ramesh whom was the same who drove us here on the admission day too. I came here, unloaded my things and sent him back to Dharmapuri. My dad after the end of his day came here from Karaikal. and he helped me arrange my dresses and while he was on the bus to come here, I had the Mary Brown Burger and Buffalo Wings. Man, it was delicious. Then slept that day. I was aroused in the midnight. I never wake up in the middle of the sleep ever. Now, as I am in the Browsing Centre I cannot spend my time in telling you that story.

Today my eyes opened by 7 itself but I was in the Chicken sleep. The first to call me was Praveen Kumar who is my friend from Dharmapuri. But I just ignored all the call as I wasn't completely awake at that time. So, I got up and got me ready. I didn't have any bucket or Mug for the Bathroom so I used the shower which wasn't that good. But I managed to take that anyway. I put on the shirt which I had brought for 200 which was actually bought for my bro which he refused after he found that it was big for him. It was a perfect fit for me. So I walked with my dad. I had a 500 rupee note so I asked dad for change and he got it from a shop.

I reached the college in an auto who charged us 70 for the travel. I waved Good Bye to my Dad and then he went off to buy me some things which I was lacking in the room and he went back to his Job. I got three friends. Sanjeev Kumar, Kamal Raj and Shankar. This guy Sanjeevi looked exactly like my cousin Shankar. And a miracle happens after. I will tell you. Then we went to the main block in a bus. There we had nearly two hours of hell. I mean the Inauguration function. Then they let us to have lunch at 12.30. So I accompanied my friends to the hostel and took rest there. I had a lunch in a hotel where I waited nearly 30 minutes just to give him the order.A Kerala family sat in my four chaired table where I was sitting alone before.

Then I went with my friends to the Ravi's Cafe for their lunch. I found it awesome than the hotel where I went.Then we reached college by 2.30 and a staff took us to a tour around the college. It was fun and the same time it got us tired. Then they asked us to leave and come by 9 the next day. So we marched back to hostel and then spent some time there and we all came to town as they had to get a Plug point for their room to get the mobiles charged. And I got back home. The miracle is that Shankar called me today. IT had been so long since I talked to him.

Okay, this is my first day. Went well. Let's see what future has for me.

This is Guhan signing off!

Chocolate!- Bye for Now!

Friends, you all like chocolate, right? It is the only one things that has fans all over the world without the racism and the religion. Everyone just loves it. I have been in almost many places from my childhood. People are so crazy about the chocolates. It is the unique taste that is love by all the taste buds of the tongues everywhere. Some don't eat chocolate at all. Well, here is a snippet of how I tried to one of those Guys.


What do you think about chocolates?? They are nice. They are soft, delicious, marvellous, fantastic, smooth, tasty, lovable and enjoyable. This is known to all and you agree, right?

Well, the thing is that Chocolate is the world's most liked edible (if consider on the side of snacks). Some eat chocolates and get fat. Do you know that? It has a high fat content. You overeat, you overgrow. You get Cholestrol, you get obese, your arteries and veins are blocked with fat and eventhually you die, right?

As I have seen different walks of people, I know how much people are actually attracted towards that crazy little cube or cuboid or whatever shape it may be! When the birthday person hands out the chocolate box to the friends, hands fly and snatch the chocolates like an Eagle snatching a fish from a pond. Then the eagles fight( in here the friends) to take away one another's fish ( I mean the chocolate).  First the eagles fly to catch the fish then the fish flies to finally with the bird which wins the fight.  This happens. Friends just fight each other off to get that brown guy. You've seen it? Right. I think what I am thinking is your answer.

On the other hand let me tell you about my fond for chocolates. If I might say, Coffee Bite is my all time favourite chocolate. It has the taste of the coffee as well as the chocolate. In the recent times, I've found that I have got more interest in coffee than tea. I think it might be a by birth character of Likeness! I love each and every bite I have in that chocolate. It is just fun to keep it in the mouth without biting or chewing it or not trying to swallow it. I just keep licking it. It tastes so good. I can feel that even when I am saying this through the text. Actually it was in my very old childhood days which I still remember. But later I don't eat chocolate much. But I take it, if there is a reason that asks me to have it. You know what, I have never been in an Eagle fight as I don't get involved much in the Birthday Occasion.

Just as an actor in Tamizh Cinema named Ajith Kumars says: "You have nothing to celebrate on that day. You mom carried you. She can. Your father was the one who made you. He can. Jumping out can never be taken as an accomplishment. Why the heck do you celebrate that?". Well, he didn't say it exactly how I wrote here, but you do get the point, right?

Many friends beg for chocolates from the birthday boy. But I never have and never will. But I have begged and bought it to just give away it to others who have already gotten one from him. So, I once thought. Can this temptation be controlled by us? Will we be able to keep ourselves from a brown cuboid of Awesomeness? So I said to myself.

"Challenge Accepted."

It was accepted two years before and till now I haven't kept a small piece of chocolate in my mouth. And I just can't believe how I did that. This is the biggest mission in my life. I never thought I would be able to resist from chocolates for this long.

But as I have made up to this far, I think I might wanna eat a nice chocolate after a long break. I am planning to eat Bourneville. But I haven't had one in my life ever. Maybe it is that I have to earn it.

 

What do you call this?

I think you all might have experienced this. This is like Magic, For those who haven't, get to experience at least once. Well, you can't decide on when it should happen but it definitely will.

So here's the thing. You hear a totally strange thing. You have no idea of what that is till that day. Then suddenly as you know it now you happen to see this somewhere the following day.

This has happened to me many a time. In fact it happened to me now! I am a die-hard Sitcom fan. I watch How i met your mother, The Big Bang Theory, The IT Crowd, Chuck. As I was having a casual surf over the facebook two days before, my Cousin Kannan whom I have already mentioned before had made a status update. It said : "Planning to watch the Seinfeld seasons once again." I was wondering of what it was. If I have doubts, not only me whoever it may be the doubt clarifier is none other than Google. So I googled it and was amazed to see the rating in IMDB. I was sure that I am gonna download them. So I did it and I became a fan at once.

The next thing is that I was watching videos in the Youtube. I subscribed a video group called Friday Night Cranks which had two members who make prank calls to people just to make fun. In one video they mention a name called Ne-yo. I swear I  have never heard this name ever in my life. So these are the incidents and today The Magic happened. While I was in the school, I read newspaper everyday without fail. You know what? It is an awesome habit. I was an addict. I spend almost one hour reading it. Though I have the hurry to get ready for the school, I never miss this thing. But as vacation came, the habit got buried in me. But today I don't know why, I read the paper. The Deccan had change its total theme of the paper. Now I read the paper and it has two news: One with the Seinfeld and the other the Ne-Yo rapper article. How is that? I have read the paper for more than two years and I haven't seen any news about that before. Even before I saw the sitcoms, I have never seen such articles. But now I see this Seinfeld article with the theme "TV shows with less of Sitcoms and more of Crime."

This seems crazy, ain't it? I read a new word in a book for the first time, and Ta-Da it is in the tomorrow's paper. How is that possible? I think the Deccan Chronicle has a receiver which receives my mind rays. Strange but true. If you have experienced this thing, your story is Welcome- In the Comment.

This is Raja Guhan still in a Confusion.

*Takes a newspaper in hand* Nearby lies a pen. *Takes the pen* *Scribbles*
Guhan will be back!     

I am an Eminem fan....

The times ran with me as a Michael Jackson fan. I was like all the time crazy about him. Before that I had heard one song of Eminem. It was at the time when I was much active in the Michael Jackson community. I used net a lot, of course like infinity. I always had different ideas about the so-called RAP! In my earlier days which I mostly mean the childhood, I thought that rappers just sing the words that come to their mind at the time when they sing. Then it was the time when I was browsing alone. I, by rare means occurred to see a DVD of him in Kannan's home. He was my cousin. He already heard all those songs but not his. The DVD had both Eminem's and 50 cent's songs in the video format. I think he probably bought it for the 50 Cent. Whatever.

I got to see his name and came to know that he is a rapper. Then after many weeks I was in my home browsing for nothing. Then it hit me! "Why don't we just hear a rap of someone?" So while I was on the hunt, this incident that happened in my cousin's home came to my mind. So I went on and downloaded a torrent file of his best songs. So I was there, sitting in front of the computer with the list of his best songs right before me.

I had to choose. Guess what I chose. It was his all-time best and it somehow struck me. I chose Lose Yourself. The first time I heard it, I didn't like it even a little. I said," What's this? What does he think he is doing? Is he insane? How would someone hear such a shit? Only Fools will. Three paragraphs lyrics? I don't think so. "

Then the times rolled on and guess what? I was a FOOL then! He is such an artist. His words are the awesome-est. I never thought that I would find my right kind of Music. I found it.  The Rap. And the only rapper I like- The Slim Shady.

He is the best. I memorize all his songs and I just let them spinning in my mouth all the time. The important thing is that I almost stopped hearing MJ. It doesn't mean that I don't like him. I found my right note. It is rap and I am sure of it. The thing I always expect in a song is The Lyrics. I mean, more lyrics in more speed the more I get to love it. I haven't found another rapper who is as good as he is. He is unique and that's why he is on the TOP!

So, if you're a rapper with an equivalent speed of Eminem's, no options. I am your FAN..!! So now the End!! FULL STOP

Collector

From this post, I am gonna tell you about the wish to become an Collector. Ah-huh! Not by studying the IAS course and being in a collector post. I am telling about the Awesome things (many consider stupid) I collect. You too may find them stupid but I love the way I'm doing it.
There are two persons behind this very act.
A. Mr. Raja
B. Ms. Sindhujaah! ( Will be changing Mrs. on this month end)


It all started when I was in Aruppukottai when I was in my tenth grade. A colleague of my Dad's collected the tickets from the others and converted them into Money and gave it to Charity. I don't know how he turned them into money but I was quite sure that some guys gave money for the old tickets at a rate of 10 paise per old ticket. So there started my collection Career. I daily get the tickets from my friends who travel to school by bus. It became a big routine that many asked, "why didn't you come to get the tickets?" if I forget for a day. Many students were puzzled on seeing this act. I gave them reasons and they too helped me get some tickets.

The colleague whom I was mentioning was Mr. Raja. he is the main guy who inspired me doing this. And the second one is my favourite. It is non other than Sindhujaa- My Aunt. She is engaged now. her marriage is scheduled this month end 31st. I went to her home in my eleventh vacation. She showed some of her collectibles. Those included the Cinema tickets which she went along with her friends. So this inspired me a lot. There I started doing this crazy stuff.

 I collect Leave letters of my friends. These are the remaining. I lost many while shifting the home. The teacher actually asked me to get rid of all the leave letters but I saved some. I knew that it'd make a hell of a memory of the past in the future.

I collect this. If I get a new soap, I store the cover after taking the soap out the cover. This is the first costly soap I ever used.

This is my whole damn collection. I got in there bus tickets, bills, Cinema tickets, Wedding invitation of my teacher, my first greeting card photocopy, My friend's old glasses, the note given by the girl for the pens and a set of 22 chocolate papers with each of my friends signed. 

The first book I ever bought online. All thanks to Nagarathinam- The Dentist..

The Bus tickets I have for now.Still haven't converted them into money. Hope I will have it for a long time. I have only one rule. If I plan to preserve anything other than a food stuff I should store it till 2025. I don't know why but I try real hard for it.







So you got to know about the box of Dump. See you guys!! REAL SOON.....

The journey to Chidambaram

:Guys, We all have obstacles. But they are very much scattered accordingly in our life. But in this post, I am gonna tell you how we experienced many obstacles in one day.

It was one fine Sunday. My brother had a school to attend and we were planning to leave Dharmapuri and reach Chidambaram for my college admission. I woke up a little earlier that day. By 9.30 I think. Yep! It was 9.15 sharp. I got fresh and I waited for our journey to begin. The journey implied more than just the "journey". Guys, all these days, there was a building that was being built near our home. The building actually messed up the day. It was the concrete day. They had that thing which grinds up all the stones and you know something they put it on uh.....um....okay... Let's skip that as I am getting way too confused trying to explain that thing. I think I got it... I know what it is but not quite sure of its name. So was Googling it...


Ah-ha! Got it from the Google search. They were using this thing out there. Our road had almost been blocked by a heap of stones even before they began the work involving the construction. The heap covered half of the road and well this machine filled up the remaining. In the morning Mom asked me to take our Two-Wheeler vehicle to go out for a shop. Then I realized that I couldn't go across the construction work to the road while lead them to go into the town and neither did the whole street people.


There was another path not technically a path but a way for pedestrians temporarily used as a two-wheeler path. I took that and rode Mom to the shop and got back. I got hit too below the knee while trying to cross a pit which had to be crossed on by a stone placed to cover it. Ouch! That hurt. But if I let that hurt hurt me now, you'll get to hear the story. I can manage that. Coming back...

My brother hadn't come home yet. Then it suddenly hit Mom. "How do we get the car out?"

Mom projected herself to the one( who was the bastard ) who was responsible for the construction. My mom had just asked permission and that guy had remained ignorant and replied, "Not leaving till evening. Go do anything you want. We aren't stopping the work." Actually my Mom's plan was to start early and to reach the destination before it's midnight. But if she hadn't argued that time we would have wound up in the lonely roads in the midnight. I will get to this part later in this story. Mom planned to get started by 10 so that the 10 hour travel could end by 8 or later if it gets any delay. But it already got late. It was 12 or something close to it. Mom was arguing with him to get that stupid thing off the road just to let us go. But he wouldn't let us. Then came Vidhuran who is my brother, from school. He, later told that that was the guy who beats up children who play cricket near his home. He is such a douche. Then after much of protest, he finally gave way. We took off by 1 o'clock. We were on our way.

Hate to admit this, but I hafta admit it. While my Mom was fighting with that guy, I should have been with her supporting. But rather I was scared and I remained home while she was out fighting with him to get a way.. I feel bad. I gotta gain some courage. Can I cart this so called "courage" in ebay?? No. Practicing on that. Will gain it soon..


As the fight was on, we didn't upload my phone with the songs. So we went in the car music-less.It was all going very nice and smooth. It was near Trichy on a Bridge. It was already jammed with a vehicle break down. As our driver slowed down, JUCK! Our car got broken down. The self Start wouldn't work. The Driver should control the car. My mom is too weak to push a car. So me and my bro got down and tried pushing. But it was of no use. We were weak against that 995 KG Ride of ours. Then the cops came, helped us move the ride. The car broke down on an inclined road, so it was hardly movable. Then five members came for help and we moved that kitty... We stopped near a store and checked the Engine; poured some water in some 'blah-blah'. Then it was time for the wipers to make things worse. They worked without the orders. They began to wipe roughly without our wish. It also made scratches on our Glass.

Then we somehow managed to ride that thing without even knowing the fact behind this cause. We decided to pull over near a Mechanic's shop and got it tested. The battery was completely dry without the acid in it. It was the problem that prohibited the Self-start from working. Then that shop guy gave some from one of his old used batteries which let us travel a little further. That mechanic guy was much of a chatty guy. He kept on telling the facts about the vehicle. We handed him 200 and we were roaded back.  Finally we reached Chidambaram and went to the hotel which my Dad had booked for us. It was Hotel Akshaya. An A/C room with a double bed. Wanna see it? The Cover on the bed is the collection of my Certificates.

Then we went for the admission the following day. And it was also a bizarre. Anyways, I am done telling the trip to Chidambaram.

Will return with another incident soon... Until then it is Guhan Getting Away from the Keyboard...  

The one who made me cry!

I don't remember those days quite correctly. I think it was before we bought our car. Yes, I think it is. It is just a fact that I am attracted a lot towards the pets. Especially to cute (doesn't matter whether they're cute or not) puppies. One day, I was not expecting anything. I was in my home not doing any of my home works. I could hear the tires screeching by the door which was the sound I recognized as my Dad's scooter.

The scooter meant a lot to me.That scooter had been our friends for more than eight years. Dad bought it when we were in Ahmadabad. It cost us 13,000 which at that time was a large sum. We spent a lot of time on that very vehicle than in our home. You get what I mean? We wander a lot. Me and my bro would simply fit in the gap given to rest the driver's feet. But as time wheel whirled, things changed and I grew and slipped to the back seat. At first it was quite comfortable having the four of us in that vehicle. But later and later, I felt more uncomfortable. There ended my journey with my family in that vehicle. After then I refuse to go with them whenever they go on a ride. Then time passed; dad got a car; he learned driving; it started again- The Wanderism!

Okay, let's back to work. I heard the screech. By the door it was my brother heading straight home with a puppy in his hand. I was shocked at first. Because Mom would never allow a dog in the home. She says this if I speak of keeping pets," I already have two dogs in here and I can't manage another.(in which she implies me and my brother in manners of fun)". This dialogue is same all over whenever we ask in our homes, correct? So there it was- cute and adorable in his Black colour and an white colour like a milk spilled over a black carpet. My brother had taken home a puppy of a stray dog. We never had a nice place to grow pets. We were in a rental home and it had no backyard or a lawn. So I felt uncomfortable with it at first then I got used to it. All of them in my family felt uncomfortable in touching them but on the other hand I wasn't like them. I did the jobs. You know the jobs I mean, right? Yes, you're right.

We had a room in the front in which we had the slipper stand and a chair where we usually sit while putting on the shoes. Later in 2011 which I mean now, the chair became a old newspaper chair. We put our pet there and I loved playing with it. It was really wonderful time which I had that time. It used to sit on my lap and look me up like a good adorable baby. My heart would just melt down if I ever experience that again. I shot videos of it. We have two rooms leading from the front room. In order to avoid it going into those rooms we had to keep closing it all the time. But before he came, we don't do that. All doors remain open. I close those doors and keep my camera in the video mode and just slip out. Then later I watch the video which would be so cool. It even used the slipper stand as its bed once. Once I searched the dog everywhere and at last I found in the middle layer of the slipper stand hiding by the colours of the shoes.

Mom too was a worker so we weren't having anyone to look after the dog. So, we leave it in the front room closing all other doors. One door had no lock and it will just remain closed but not tight. In the earlier days the dog found it hard to push through but later it got the strength to penetrate through the half-closed doors (he he). When we return home, it would be just wandering in the bedroom pooping here and there. Mom doesn't like it. The dog made quite an affection on my mom. She used to be the first one to wake up early and buy milk. The dog would just round her again and again. She was uncomfortable with the doors being closed as it affected the ventilation.

Then she couldn't just tolerate this anymore. She ordered me to put it back where it came from. Off I went along with my dad one morning by 7 am. It had been in my home for exactly a week. Dad ran his scooter and I was sitting in the back holding this guy in my hand. It looked at me during the run. I hadn't cried for a long time but then I felt tears running down my eyes to reach the mouth. It was like an emotional roller-coaster. His soul was actually able to communicate with me. I couldn't resist those tears. I had no choice but to leave him at the same spot where we found him. When I placed him there, the dog could've known what I was about to do then. It looked at me once again. It surely would have said this if it had a Speakable mouth "Are you sure about this dude?" Yes, I had to leave him there. I took leave and never saw him again.

The important thing is that, I hadn't even cried on my Grandpa's funeral but this guy- he really got my tears forked out. I miss you, little guy. I still want to keep a pet but it just keeps on missing. Will surely own a nice pet in my future.

Until then it is Guhan giving the keyboard a vacation...!

Free pens!

This happened on a fine morning on our 11th grade. As I have said earlier, I was a first-bench guy. I had always been weak in Mathematics. So whenever The Mathematics period came I fear. Either I don't do the homework or I am not prepared for a test which is gonna be on that day. So, it happens daily. Cause either we had a homework ( which I haven't completed) or a test (for which I am not prepared). So this was the day before the FREE PENS incident. I always had a big place for my pen which is usually leaky and doesn't write legible. Why I had been using that pen? It was the same pen which I used in my 10th Public examination. Actually it is the nib which I used. I disposed the pen but saved the nib and held it with a new pen removing its new nib.

The Mathematics period began and I started pissing out.  All others use some different ink pen to highlight the headings. The pen has to be called LUXOR which is the name of the brand but everyone calls it 'The stic pen' which I don't. The pen is like a refill pen available in various colours  My friends who sat next to me had theirs and I at times shared but mostly I hated it. I had a thought that why use colours to differentiate the headings where I can clearly underline it with just a scale and a pencil. But the truth is I didn't have a scale and pencil. This is not necessary. I also think that it is a stupid thing and I hate spending money on it. The teacher always scolds me and asks me to change my pen which writes very dark. But I never did. Then that day, she already seemed mad when she entered the classroom. In order to de-stress her madness, she started yelling at me for I hadn't brought the colour pens. I kept my mouth shut. I could have argued but I didn't. It was a big shame for me. She yelled a lot in front of the whole class which of course included the girls!

I was desperate. "What do I do?" I asked me. I replied to me, "Just keep your mouth like it were zipped" and I agreed to me.

Then the period got over and I almost forgot the thing until I saw this. The tomorrow had come and I had gone for an interval. The surprise had been waiting for me eagerly. I returned after my break and opened my bag. I saw some white paper in it. Wait I didn't keep anything in. So I started wondering what that could possibly be. It were three pens of colours violet, brown and black (which are the most used). The three pens were so connected by a 'note'.  It read :


And the first thing which came to mind was "Show it to Somebody" despite the statement 'Don't say to anyone'. But Balaji didn't understand it at that time. I had a million thoughts racing through me at that time but I was not capable enough to discover. It was really planned out well because the handwriting had been changed to trick (not just me). I, first had mind set that it must be a boy who is just playing a prank, but it wasn't a prank. It was real. Then it hit me that it surely is a GIRL. I even tried matching the handwriting. I was so happy that I got pens and that too for free. The saddest part is that, though the Mathematics teacher scolds me a lot, I liked her. That day I had these pens spread out showing my pride on the desk where my Vice-Principal came (the bald-man) informed us this shocking news. "Owing to pregnancy your Mathematics teacher is gonna take a vacation of about 6 months. Till then, I shall be your Mathematics teacher." So this is the story of how I got free pens and how I got a bald Mathematics teacher. In fact he is a real nice guy who cares for us a lot.

Finally I found the girl. I don't want to reveal her name. Till now I am waiting for a chance to thank her in someway. But I haven't succeeded so far. Hope I will. I have the same pens given by her as a part of my memory. I used it for the 12th Public examination. Usually a pen gets dried in a month but I got that pen wet by constantly pouring ink. Many don't refill; they just dispose the old and get the new. 

I hope this story had some entertainment. Okay guys! My college is to begin in 10 days. I will be busy by then. But don't worry. I will find time at least four times a month to blog.

This is Guhan closing the book temporarily.

Snake! Snake!

Many of us might have got beaten up by our teachers. I too have had those experiences. This was not for studies or home works or something. I was in my 9th grade then. I was studying in a Government aided school in Aruppukottai. I was admitted in an AC class which cost me 6500 that year. The class was completely air conditioned. The normal fees was actually less than 2000.

I joined and it was all fun in that class. As the fees 6500 was considered a huge amount by many, that class didn't get a house-full. That was the first year of that AC class. It was introduced the year when I got into that school. Since it was new, many feared to admit their children in. So we had only 19 members in that class. We were alone. We had a closed room. We wrestled in the class room, we played cricket. We danced, we made movies. It was fun.

We had no tuition and also I hated it. But my Close friend, Rathin Dala Prince begged me so hard to join. It was not taken by my class teacher. I took tuition from an Ordinary class teacher ( just telling the difference not that I'm considering the teacher inferior or something ). The class would be large holding a class strength of about 50 or more. I went in the evening. If I don't go to one, I enjoy a lot in my home. But as he requested I did go.

It was one fine day. I was in the tuition and we were given an interval. At that time, the hot talk was that the students had seen a snake near the toilet. So I took this chance to do my prank-ies. I took this situation as a catalyst to do my reaction. Wherever I went out in the interval, I would scream suddenly at the approaching students from the opposite side facing me.

I screamed like, "Ahhhhh!! Snake! Snake!". Everybody would yell jumping to their feet. They, then know that it was a prank and they just gimme a wide smile and go. I was doing this again and again. It was so much fun that I did it repeatedly without even going back to the class. The interval was over but I still pranked many who were still out.

I had tears from my eyes as I laughed so hard. It was really cool. Wait, the story is yet to begin. We had a teacher named Thravidamani. He was short and small. He had a sheepish smile. If you really wanna imagine his face, he looks like a Hynah! He was very strict and he was famous for his severe punishments but I hadn't had an encounter with him as I was in a different section of the same class. He too taught for 9th grade. I know about his character and I tried all possible ways to avoid him. But today, it was my grave-day (pun intended). I was doing those pranks on all students irrelevant of their classes. The more fun is when I did for the smaller ones. I finally found my way to the school canteen. It was well lit and the rays of light were coming towards me. So that the things which come on your way would look like a walking shadow. I did face a walking shadow and I again went to do the same prank.When walked to him, I knew that he was some 6th or 7th grade. I imagined it to be the funniest of all but it turned out to be hell (again pun).

I did the prank yell. "Snake! snake!". I had been walking looking at the ground rather the person I was about to prank. The light glowed slowly on his face and the one whom I thought as a 6th grader was actually a teacher who took classes for the 9th graders. It was of course, THRAVIDAMANI. I was scared on seeing his face. I was like "Sorry sir" "No Sir" at that moment. You know in situations like that you really don't know what they are saying but you just keep apologizing for what you've done. It is a common thing, you do it in fear.

My good time, he wasn't in a bad mood at that time. So he beat me a little and asked the details of my class and my class teacher. I was real scared. I told this to my friend Prince who was with me at that time and he just told me that the teacher was absent-minded who often forgets things. I was like "Why did you even do that?" for the whole evening. But later my face from his brain were lost in the days of history. The incident is still my one of the biggest pranks I had ever done. I would never ever forget that one.

Hope this gave you some good time. Be back with another story of mine. Until then this is Guhan slamming the door.

I hate if someone hits me on the head

Welcome again! This is Guhan. I was just thinking what to post and  suddenly got this story. This happened in one of those days back in my high schooling.

Before I tell you this story, I would like to tell you the incident of how I got to the first bench.

I went to school on the first day. There were two staircases to the top floor. There was my class. The two staircases were meant for boys and girls separately. I took the opposite gender on, the GIRLS'. But as there weren't many girls, it was not a matter at all. I went and sat in a class randomly. I didn't even know what class I belonged. I simply went to a class and sat in a bench which had been placed third from the back which exactly was the middle bench of the boys. Then came my teacher, THE BOTANY SIR. He ordered us to Stand in a line according to our heights. I stood fifth. But you know one thing?, I always like to be in the front . So I took up my friend's position to the fourth place. The biggest mistake of all. Then the sir made the first four sit in the first bench. So, I got in that bench for two long years. He is a guy who beats the first bench guys for no good reasons. I abhor it. But still I sat in the same spot.

So, the relapse: It was a Botany period and he always expects us to write whatever he teaches. But I hate doing that. Well, that is not the part of the story. I was sitting in the first bench and my friend did not bring his Rough note that day. So I lent him my Mathematics Fair note and asked him to write in the backside. As he was teaching, he turned the note papers and found that it really was a fair note of mine.
He then said to my friend, "Why are you writing it on the backside? Write in the front."

I was not gonna allow my friend do that. So I protested. He said him to and I said him not to.

It went like this : "Write" said he with a high pitched voice.

"Don't" said I in a lower tone. This ran for three times and finally he hit me hard on my back head. I always had been allergic to that. I hated it the most. So I shouted. Not like "AHHHHHHH...!!!" but like "ahhhh.."

I asked, " Why are you hitting me on my head? Don't do that...". I was protesting hard.

He didn't tell anything further. The next scene of this story, I am outta the class. I was scared or one thing. The VP!. If that VP comes for a round and finds me standing outside, she would just keep on Blabbering about my studies. So I stood there sobbing. I was angry and at the same time a bit worried and also scared.  The whole period went with me standing out. But luckily, the VP didn't show up. The magic sound roared to life; teacher came out; allowed me in. Then he didn't do that hit thing after that incident but finally went for it once during the end of school. But that's okay. I should feel happy for the whole year just not to worry about the one which I got on the school end.

So I got to know a thing that day. Protest, no matter what...! I think this is what I got to know. Well, maybe not. I learned not to yell at teachers in schools. But now I need not keep that. 'Cause, I am not a school student anymore.

I am the COLLEGE GUY...!

And one more thing, don't hit me on my head. 

So, see you guys with another story of mine.

Until then it is Guhan Slamming the door.

The Romeo was me? Never!

I remember this story very much because this happened in the recent times now. I was in my high school in Dharmapuri. It was the year 2010. I was in my 11th grade. The classes had been going great. And I was a normal guy in the school. I don't do much of things. It was one day when I was summoned by the Vice-Principal of the school.

She is a woman of her late 40s now, I mean by 2010 and she wears a fine glass which gives her the teacher effect. She hardly smiles. She had her room in my floor nearby our class. She had known me well. Why did she know me well? I did my 10th grade in a place called Aruppukkotai where my dad had the work for a time period of three years. I did my 8th, 9th and finally the 10th grade there. My Class teacher at that time was simply superb. He trained us well and made me score 474 out of 500( which I lost some because of my faults because I had fights with him at the end of school). So after my dad got transferred to Dharmapuri , he put me in this school named, again let's say 'blah-blah'.

Considering my mark as an effective one, they gave me a big offer. No need to pay a penny till I complete the schooling. Cool, right? Yeah, sounds so but it really wasn't cool for me. All of the teachers wanted me to study hard and to get the top score always. But you guys should know that I am not a BOOKWORM. That's the main reason why I hated it. They had me in high terms. I failed their dreams. I got average marks and the VP advises me a lot to score more 'cause I got a free seat. So they wanted me to give them my best.

Why didn't I study? I am not a guy who believes in the most stupidest thing of all- School. Education was meant to be a thing which should make pupil a person a technical guy and not mechanical freak. All they wanted to do was learn, learn, learn, learn, learn. I abhor that. What is the big use in just studying rather knowing nothing? She called me to her room when I was attending a Botany class where My Botany sir was teaching. I went not knowing that a big bomb awaited me. So as soon as I entered I saw my VPs (we had two vice-principals) sitting in the room. I thought that this call was maybe for something about the studies. But it wasn't.

She started. "Call your parents to school. We will arrange the marriage and you both can live happily-ever-after!!"

I was all mixed up and was staring at her with an expression that you all might be familiar with. "What the heck is going on here?!?". She told me that I had placed a love letter in a girl's bag who studied in my school belonging to the B section whereas I was in the A. I swore that I have never spoken to a girl or did any jobs that related them into that. So I tried to explain the facts behind me. But she didn't seem to listen to me. The other VP, who in fact was bald too did make go mad by shouting at me.

When I knew that I haven't go any mistakes on me, I tried to object her quotes but she never gave an ear. The Other VP kept driving me insane. When I tried to higher my voice against her to prove that I am innocent that bald headed bump higher-ed his voice too. I gave her every possible reason to show her I'm innocent. She hardly took those in her mind. I lowered mine and finally confessed to her that I had no such affairs and I promise that. She accepted and allowed me to make a move.

I entered the class while the teacher was still going on with the lessons. I sat in my first bench. I already have told you about my CRY thing, right? I didn't do anything but the suspected me. So if you had concentrated really well on the ME-THE THIEF?? post, you'd have thought of my cries there. Whether you did or not, I did cry after I sat in my place. Then the teacher asked me why and I told him what happened. He went to deal this matter with her. And off he went. It was an awkward moment for  me at that time. I was crying like a child; the teacher had gone; the student started murmuring. The Botany sir had known me and also about my character.

Finally the big turn caught up a fire-y twist. It was the mistake done by the maid. When I told you that I was called, The caller was the VP and the one who informed me that- it was that maid. She, instead of going to the 12th grade and call a guy called GUHAN who had exactly my name came to my class and took me to the Almost-hell situation. I came to know about this after a few minutes when my Botany sir got back and told me. Then it was all laughs in the class for moment and that Magic sound roared.

TTTTTTTRRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!

Off we went for a quick break. Then she never apologized. Till now! I have to ask her this one day. She usually forgets a lot. She would surely have forgotten the incident which I will never forget.

So I am gonna sign off now. Catch you later with some other boring thing.

You know me!