'Lion King-1 Villain's on my body

Actually, I have no plans on blogging about the Lion King Villain. It's just that he happened that his name being "Scar" and I wanted to blog about Scars. Lion King-1 Villain is Scar. The heading means Scars on me. Okay? Get it now? Alright, let's get with it.

Scar. The thing that makes you realize what mistake you've done (mostly the accidents), and paves way for you to become more cautious in life. Scars can even happen due to bad childhood parenting, that's cruel. If a parent gives his child a scar just because the child misbehaved, he/she is not a Parent, I say. I can't talk about that. Scars definitely happen due to carelessness. So, I have been in three lessons that taught me to be careful when you're playing in the Life. Three Lessons, three Scars. As a kid, I loved to play around. Me being an active kid, I was so mischievous. But when time rolls on your activeness tends to decrease and then increase. The Laziness- It's like a freaking 'up and down' graph. I'll explain. When we are born, we are frickin' lazy. All we have to do is Sleep, Food, Sleep, Sleep, Food, Sleep, Food Food, Sleeeeeeep.

That's pretty much it. And as we grow up, depending on our characteristic nature, we tend to be active and less active (this is more than when we are the infant). In the kid stage, we have fun and all other stuff. As we attain the mid-teenage, we start to get a little bit lazier when we are in our Tenth holidays and in the twelfth grade Public and the end of Schooling holidays. You are somewhat active in this period, you know, going out with friends. Note that I said, a little bit lazier which is when compared to that of our kid stages. You might have had your active-est months by playing Cricket or extremely hanging out. But as soon as you enter college and walk past all the Raggings, the fear of staffs, relieving from Home sicks and getting comfortable with friends you again become lazy. After College, there, you again become active searching for jobs, settling in life, getting married and the Laziness percentage stays low. Then after some years, the laziness starts to increase and it starts to increase from the age, say 55. And in the final -the Graveyard, the laziness percentage attains Centum. Here's a chart to denote the Up and down variation of the Laziness in our life.

I made up the chart. Copyrights Reserved. If you don't agree with this, blame my brain.

*Click on it for a Better View*

Oh my gosh! I almost forgot, Laziness isn't what I was about to talk about, was it? So, where was I? Yes, the three scars. All three of 'em, right on my face. Let's take them as three different parts.

1. The Eye Brow

2. The Nose

3. The Chin

#1 THE EYE BROW 

Well, this is a big one. I'll tell it as Number three. Bear with me for a second.

*scribbles fast*

1. The Eye Brow The Chin

2. The Nose

3. The Chin The Eye Brow

Is this right now?  Okay *Exhales*

#1 THE CHIN

I have a scar under my chin. This happened during my kid stage. So, that means 50 % active. That's the activity when I am up and the laziness 50% is only when the kid is sleeping. Since this happened when sun was shining, I can consider that to be a daytime and I was active and that was sure. I was at this function which I don't remember neither where nor what function it was. But I was running around poking people, jumping on chairs, riding imaginary bikes, cars and horses (Ha ha ha!), playing with kids of my age, running around (Dude, you already said that!) ....oh yeah...and stuff like that. I was wearing a Trouser and a tee, brown, it was. You can easily identify me in the crowd asking people, "Have you seen the trouser boy?” As I was jumping around, I tried jumping down three stairs which was near the entrance door. I tried jumping from the first to the third and just like you're thinking, I fell. (Reader is happy?) Well, my chin hit the first stair and opened the skin. Blood oozed and I blacked out (You did not black out. Do you even know what Blacking out it?).Okay, I cried and they took me to the doctor and he stitched and patched me up. And my chin is happy till now. I may never know what future will bring, now, Can I? I'll just hope I don't get another scar on my chin.

Look at me making that I-have-been-a-jerk look. I am so cute, aren't I? The photographer took a photo of me in this condition. Why would he do that? Maybe he knew that I'll start a blog and start posting useless and stupid blog posts. Whatever. Thanks to the Photographer. The man in that photo is my Uncle Vijayarajan, for those who are able to perfectly identify him. Again, I am so cute. I can't stop staring at this picture. Wait a second. Looks like I didn't have any stitches. I might have just bled and they put a Band-Aid. You can see that Band-Aid right there, right? Okay, that's Number 1.

#2 THE NOSE

This one on the nose, this didn't happen because of my jumping around or doing the things that I told you before. This happened to me when I was much younger. The Child Stage. So, we were in Kallimandhayam at that time and we were living in a Single House after we moved out of the old house due to House-Owner issues. My dad loved lifting me and carrying me on his shoulder where I literally felt like I was at the top of the world at at that time. Elders would say this sometimes to a new parent "Never lift a child above your head inside your home". The problem with elders saying this is that they really don't mention why and what. They just say it and go. We have to follow them as it is. If we ignore them, we'll certainly get the outcome to what they said and later we'll realize it and understand why they said that. My dad was having me on his shoulders where I sat majestically feeling awesome. I would feel like I was the controller of a big robot just like the ones in the Power rangers TV Series. And once, when he tried to enter a room with me still sitting on his shoulders smiling away, I hit the ceiling. The place between the eyebrows and where the nose starts hit ceiling and it cut that skin open.

That's when they realized that Elders' saying. Then I was patched up by some doctors I guess. I have no chance of remembering them, as I was more a Child for Duck's sake.

#3 THE EYEBROW

This one is the best. There's a thing between us going to the relatives' home. The day before we leave from their homes, something happens. So, this one day, I was at my Cousin's home in Karaikudi. The day before leaving, I was on their front yard (if I may call it that) with my Cousin Brother. I was playing a game with him, I guess. At that time, I was a kid who didn't have much height whereas he was Bigger, Taller, Stronger and sharper than me (Of course). I was having a fun time with him playing with him in their front yard where there was a tree. And my brother came up with a wild idea. We had a single 25 p coin with us. He told me that if one of us hung from the tree and jump down, the person will get that 25 p. So we were doing that. The branch on which we both hung to and jumped was a very low lying branch but from my prospective it was quite high. My brother could easily hang on to it and jump down like it was eating a candy. I was not like that. I would have to Climb it like it was Mount Everest. As it was so easy for my brother he would do very faster and get that 25 p back from me so quickly. But my turns took time. The 25 p switched hands time to time when it was in my hands, it'll go to my brother in 5 seconds tops. For me to get that, it'll take me at least 30 seconds.

Here comes the part. For some time, we both were hanging using two hands and jumping down to the ground (Not the down-to-ground). Then he started to hang on to the branch with his one hand and he started showing off the thing that he can do when he has that "Being-big" thing. It amused me. So, I tried imitating him. And my bad luck, I fell like a baby squirrel falling out of its nest. Their front yard had tiles like Bricks fixed. And some were damaged and many removed. At a removed condition, the floor would be like the ground an inch lower and the place where the tile is present, an inch higher. So, the tile's corner would be sharp enough to tear skins. Yes, this day, it chose whose skin it wanted to tear. Mine. I fell with my eyebrow facing the tile's corner edge and it tore my skin beneath my eyebrow. *claps*

Then my cry called everyone from inside the home OUT. My Mom's Sister (Whose home we are currently at), her husband, my mom's younger brother, his husband and my Mom came running out to see me. My mom's sister is a Doctor and they carried me to the nearest hospital. I was crying and everyone is panicking at that situation. Then within sometime, I am at the hospital and the doctors' crew are above me like Bomb-defusers looking at a Bomb suitcase at a busy road. They were surrounding me and were doing their patch-the-patient stuff. I was yelling "No...Please...Please don't...I am scared" and all silly thing which not only me, everyone during a pain cries. Then I blacked out due to all that blood and the rush and the crying.

The next day I woke up and one half of the world was black. I walked up to the mirror and saw my eyebrow having a big bandage around it covering the eye too. Well, it was on me for two days, I guess. Bandage for two days and Scar for a lifetime.

So, whatever you do, be careful. Every. Frickin'. Where.

That's it. I've bored you again. Bore you soon again. 

Uniform Hypothesis

You know something? When I was in school, I didn't spend my evening hours roaming around. That's why I never needed to buy any clothing just like the ones that they show in Levi's or in Basics advertisement. I never owned Jeans or Costly shirts (which I still don't own) as I seldom go out. If I go, I'll be out to play cricket (You really will have fun when I blog about me playing Cricket) and that just requires a normal shirt and a pant.

The Uniform. You can never say that you’ve never worn a uniform.  Every school has a different uniform and there are certain uniforms that have seen to be similar. Yeah, Government school uniforms mostly are White tops with a dark lower. There are some cases in which there are actually two schools in a same place with a same uniform which is freaking crazy, I can say.

If you’ve been reading my blog from a long time back or if you are a relation of mine, you might have known that I’ve been in several places during my lifetime and I’ve been in more than half a dozen schools. So I don’t have to tell you that I’ve seen a lot of uniforms. Before you jump to any conclusion, I am not gonna tell the different uniforms that I experienced in my life. That’d be crazy and that’s not a thing that anybody would want to read.  But of them all uniforms I started to like the uniform that they gave me in the Dharmapuri school. Here’s where I did my high schooling.  Well, I created a fond towards it. There is absolutely nothing in my history that I’ve worn a previous year’s school uniform after the completion of that academic year. But this uniform had something special in it. Yes, it had. Ever since I finished my High schooling, I have been wearing this uniform as a Rough-wear. I wear it when I am at home being Myself. This doesn’t make sense. To be clearer, this serves as my Night Dress (well, most of the days).

Actually uniforms are made with a sole purpose of creating a equal status within the students. If you are allowed to wear anything, you have to have at least 8 Shirts. If you don’t people will get sick of your shirts and they’ll be like “How many frickin’ times are you gonna wear that?” and it’ll create inferiority in some people. Many may not have the financial ability to buy many dresses for wearing. Even if they buy so, rich might turn out with costly dresses where the opposite party can’t which will make them feel inferior (You get my point?) I am just saying. So, when you give them all a uniform. “Problemo solved” can be said! Yes, and that’s the point.

Just when this high schooling ended (Thank duck!), I was on holidays and I mostly stayed home. Me, internet, Sleep, food and etc etc. So, all I was wearing at that time was this. The school had a tailor who was a pretty freak who would never stitch how the student wants. When I was in the eleventh grade he stitched the pants too loose on the thigh and the knee regions which is actually a night-pants style. I felt pretty uncomfortable in that but I drove a full year with that shit. But the next year, he came to take measurements and I told him what he did the past year, and this time he made it even looser. Okay but I never thought that uniform would help me for 2 years after I complete my school. I love this dress. It actually feels great when I wear it.

On one side, I have a big anger on that tailor guy but the good thing that he made by stitching it too loose, he makes the anger side soften.

Here are some pictures in which I am wearing “The Uniform” as a Rough-wear. I don’t have much photos with that dress because it's a rough wear and I don't shoot photos wearing them. No one does, do anyone?

This is one time when I went to a Studio to capture a Passport Size photo with this shirt and pant. This one's actually a sick photo. Even I can't stare at it for more than 3 seconds, be careful. 

This one's captured at the Karikal Beach (2012) at some day. Me trying to give a "I am awesome" pose which isn't actually working. This is my current facebook Cover picture (nobody cares, dude!)

This pictures shows me and my friends where I have a SHOOT emblem which I started to promote the Vijay's movie Thuppakki (Just Kidding). It was on a day when we all went to gather Herbarium for our so called "weed Management" subject in my 3rd Semester.









Guess I am done. Hope you had some time, will be back soon.

This is Guhan, signing off!

Crowned Duck!?!?

This has been a big puzzle to many people. What is Crowned Duck? Well, here I am to swoop those question marks above your heads. We all have several wishes and dreams. There are dreams that you are sure that it would happen, some might not happen but you still wish that to happen and some are really complicated. You can't say whether it would happen or not.

My dream is the third category. This all started in my Eleventh grade. I never had a dream/ambition in my life. I've never pictured myself having a career or being a Cine-star (Ahem!) in my future. Till then I was like the Sheepish crowd saying everyone the same routine two things "I wanna be a Doctor" and the "I wanna be an Engineer". But later, I felt this thing very very stupid and I was saying that I was going to be an Animation  artist working under the "Pixar Animation Studios" for sometime. But no one gives a crap of what you wanna become until you become what you actually tell, do they? Then suddenly out of nowhere something popped up one day. That day was a fine morning or evening. I was sitting in the first bench as usual in a Zoology period. Sir was teaching a topic under Poultry management. Poultry! Hmm....I did find that interesting. I've never been such attentive in any classes before like that. That made me decide something that day. I made up my mind that I was going to be a Businessman. That business man is gonna raise a Poultry yard and do a rocking Profit.

The dreams went on and on. The Poultry developed to become a Fishery when sir started teaching Fishery Management and then now it has took shape of a Big Brand. Well, let's skip that part and forward to a little more of the Topic-related part. Crowned Duck. It is what the name implies. A duck with a crown. but how did this evolve or emerge or arise? I'll tell you how. When I planned on becoming an Businessman, all I tried to make was a Logo for that Company. So, as I was thinking about this logo-making thing, I wanted to make something that isn't much brandish and I wanted it to be cool so that the company can make cool Slogans. Dreamer dreamer dreamer, see? As some of you might know, my favourite number is 44 (or so I am pretending that to be). I wrote that down and I was staring at it. I had plans like all the products in my Brand should have prices ending with 44. 144, 244, 344 bucks and so on. Okay, After writing it down I started thinking about how to make the logo. My creativity horse is much more faster than anything in this world (No, no this looks like I am bragging. Pfft, no one's gonna read it anyway. So, no worries)

Well, now as you can see the picture, it is a duck drawn out of the number 44. I fixed that to be my logo. Crazy things look awesome when you are in a crazy mind. This thing looked good to me. But it seemed a little odd. So, I added a crown on its head. And thus it became the Crowned Duck. I asked my brother to make it a coloured one. After his awesome work, it looked something like this. Thanks, Raja Vidhuran.

Well, the crown has four precious gems of different colours. Actually, I haven't copy right protected it yet. And I've posted this in my blog. No miracle if someone copies this. Well, if you have "I'm gonna steal this" in your mind, please don't do it. I am paavam. This final logo looks somewhat good, right? The body is slightly odd-structured but still not bad. I guess that's about it. It's my dream to establish a company and to make this my brand logo. Hope I run fast to reach that finish line. Maybe someday, this might become a Big Name!

At times, I call myself "The Crowned Duck". So, now I sign off by saying : "The Crowned Duck  will be back"

Chennai trip and the 250 bucks fine!

Many a time in life you say this "Why does it have to be me?" The probability of some shit is so fricking low but even then we are the ones ending getting stuck in it. This is a that kinda story that you're about to here now. This happened here, in Chennai where I am writing this. Actually, my college gave me 5 days holidays- Wednesday to Sunday. Wednesday, being the Vinayagar Chadhurthi, it was already a Government holiday. Then for the Thursday and Friday, our college closed their gates due to a I-don't-know-why Strike happening there. And as usual, Saturday and Sunday was holidays. Weekend. Earlier I was planning to visit Chennai by taking leave on Thursday and Friday making it a Five-dayer. But College saved my attendance Percentage by Closing up.

For what purpose did I come here? There are two reasons.

#1 I wanted to upgrade my Motorola Android version from 1.5 to 2.1 so badly. Seriously, my version of android has very bad apps and I get to use the very basic apps. If I upgrade, I can get to use more apps. That was the first reason.

#2 Sindhu (My aunt cum friend) had invited me to her home. Pavithra (My Cousin) had also said that she'd be there.

That's it. For these reasons, I was there in Chennai making my journey from Karaikal to here. I reached here on Thursday Morning. That day, I went to Motorola Service centre seeking for their service in helping me upgrade that QWERTY Motorola for me. I went into the shop and was sitting there for like 20 seconds I think. Then the representative came (he was in a T-Shirt, so Rep is not the name) and I told him that I wanted to upgrade. He said, "If you upgrade, you'll experience problems. It's good as it is." I was upset. I came all the way here to get a "No"? Okay, I thought maybe I could buy a Headphone as my old headphone is broken. So, I asked for a Headphone because I wanted to have something from there. I came all the way there spending 70 bucks.  He said,"We're out of stock". Well, that's a 0 for 2. I returned home.

Then the next day, I stayed in my Uncle Beeshman's home. He is my Dad's big brother. From there, I had planned to go to Sindhu's home. I did not go there in a Bus. Instead, I travelled in a train. There, while waiting, I asked my Uncle whether people buy tickets and whether they check tickets. He said that checking is usually done rarely. "Checking done rarely. Hmm". After much of screw ups, I reached Sindhu's home. Watched Home Sweet Home in Vijay TV. Then on the next day, Ms.Pavithra came there. And we decided to go to Express Avenue (the biggest Place in Chennai to Hangout). After much of bargainings with the Auto-driver we took a bus to a nearby stop and caught an auto from there for 200 bucks. Chennai can give a pain in your ass when you decide to travel in a Auto!  We bought a Tee for Vidhuran, a Shirt for Dad (Just 250 bucks. So much economic than the Auto's fare, right?) and two Chudidhar material for my Mom.

So, it was time for the departure. I had told my Grandma that I would come back to her and then only go home. I had to go to Guindy stop from St Thomas Mount (Yes, Chennai is a pretty confusing place) to get a bus to CMBT. My Uncle Rathish dropped me at St.Thomas Mount. I went into the Station bidding a Bye to Uncle Rathish. I knew that sometimes the frequency of the Train is 20 minutes a train. When I went there, a train came and I was talking to my mom on the phone and I was asking whether this train would go to Guindy to a person. With all these things in mind and the thought of "Checking done rarely" in mind, I hopped on the train without getting the ticket. I saw the ticketing counter but still I moved without getting a ticket. When I sat in a seat, I felt something flow in my veins. The Fear. 

It was a 1 minute journey I think. Ticket's just 5 bucks, bro. 5 fricking bucks. When the train stopped, there was a female poilce standing exactly staright to my exit. I seriously thought that it was an Ticket-check police. I was scared but to my luck it wasn't. Then I walked towards the entrance and there he was standing there checking another passanger's ticket. Sweat suddenly started oozing out from my forehead. He didn't speak a word. He simple took my Max Plastic bag in which I had my Wet Dress. Oops! And he started writing something on a slip and told me to give 255 bucks. Ah! I am screwed. The crazy thing is that there was my Dad's office Calendar and my mind was saying things like "Say them that your father works in that bank so that they might spare you". Stupid.

Anyways, this was fun with a slight feeling of guilt. It took me hear four good songs to get out from the guilt that I was having after paying the fine. I always wanted to be in this situation. Now I can tell people 'Been There'. Don't ever think 'There won't be any checking today'. It's like a fricking Thought that is well received telepathically be the ticket-check guy. He will run into you that day for sure.

I would never want to say this to the guy who wanted to check my ticket: "Guhan will be back"

Absent-minded freak. Yeah, it is me!

*le me by-hearting Mathematics Tables

3 multiplied by 2 is 6
3 multiplied by 2 is 6
3 multiplied by 2 is 6
3 multiplied by 2 is 6

*Next Day*
Teacher asks,"What's three multiplied by two?"
I think- 'Ah! I've read this yesterday. I know the answer' *raises hand*
"Yes, Guhan. Tell the answer" teacher says.
"8" (Damn)

This is how it is. I am such an absent-minded freak. Since my childhood days, I've never been so good in remembering things. I forget some small things then and there, the moment when someone tells me "Don't forget, okay?". It has become a tradition within me. If I want to make it clear for you, lemme tell you a small example (That's a big one). Yeah, a big example.

This happened last year while I was in my first semester in the Agricultural College. As you know, I was in a rental home all by myself alone in a 8-families-already-there Apartment. I was the only bachelor and Student there. That's not important here. I owned a cycle which was a Hercules (Does this word remind you of any game that you played in your childhood?) Turbodrive. My brother's cycle, to be accurate. This cycle was bought by us when we were in Dharmapuri. Since my school was in a walkable distance, I didn't use much of the cycle. (Dude, tell them the real reason for why you don't take cycle to school). Okay, actually the walkable distance thing that I told you isn't real. Even though the school is at a walkable distance, I was willing to go by the so called, petrol-less Two-wheeler. I go to school, you know, very early in the morning during the first few months. I would have to park the cycle in the first line in a shed. Then the students who come afterwards park behind and behind forming more than 5 very-close lines behind my cycle. When the school ends, I come down and I struggle like a monster to get the cycle out from the first line. I should carry it all the way from the first line in a small gap that is available for walking. I take the cycle with a hope that I don't have to work much. But if I have to lift the cycle, then I don't wanna take cycle to school then. The time I take to get the cycle out is more than the time required for me to just walk back home.

I think, I am spending more time in telling stories, that is unrelated to the topic that I am actually gonna tell. Yes, the cycle. When I was in that apartment, I used to park the cycle inside the apartment where other people, too, park their vehicles. In my first semester my Thursday's routine began by 10.30. So, that day was like heaven for me. With me slowly getting up and getting ready. The Sunday-like feel. I always start to college 15 minutes earlier. That day was no exception. I, ran down the stairs exactly before 15 minutes and I looked for my cycle and Booyah, the cycle's place was occupied with Emptiness. I was shocked and shocked. I had no idea where it could've gone. I didn't tell anyone and I ran outside. And I was relieved after seeing my cycle in a parotta shop  named the "Moorthy Cafe"- the best in town. I, had my dinners there sometimes. And I found that my cycle was inside that shop. The shop-owners had taken the cycle and kept it safe. I went to a guy who was sitting in that shop and told him that I had forgotten to take the cycle back.

He said, "Were you drunk yesterday?" and I gave the obvious reply 'No' and after some talk he said that he'd give it back only if the owner says so. He had this evil look on his eye which I didn't understand at first.

My decision should be quick. I need to be in class in ten minutes. I could've easily bunked that day. Since that being my first year of college, I was so fearing the Attendance. But that year was the only year that was easy. Second half of my first year- the faculty became very hard on the Attendance. So, I lost the 'liberty of taking leave' (is this correct?) then. All I could do was catch an auto-rickshaw and paid him a bulk and then I reached college at time. I thought I can just go to the shop that evening and gain access to the cycle very easily. But as I say every time, fate has its own style of acting ( but I say this differently every time, don't I?). I sat through all freaking-classes that day including a Mathematics class (Feel my feel?). I returned to my room. I think I walked back. Anyway, that doesn't matter. The shop was wide-open and the person whom I asked for the cycle this morning was sitting at the reception. No, it's not called reception. The place where the person gets the bills paid and the receives change from the person sitting there. That was the person who I saw this morning. Now, you can get what I am saying, right?

When I got to the shop, he said, "How can we believe that this is your cycle?"

I was shocked. I replied, "I have the cycle key."

"So, just because you have the cycle key doesn't make you the owner now, will it?"

That bastard was behaving like I was someone who was false claiming. He made up a small story so fast. he said," Yesterday you came along with a guy. I think you two were drunk. The cycle is the one that belongs to the other guy." What kind of story is that? Was he expecting me to show my RC book and Insurance papers to prove that it was my cycle. His words meant completely nothing. He was being ridiculous. And even before speaking further, he said : I think you are not at the owner of this cycle. Someone has told you that there is a cycle standing here and you make plans on acquiring it and you come here claiming for it. Isn't that true?

I replied," Why would I come claiming for something that isn't even mine?" Then after much of arguement with him and the real owner, the problem came to an end. The owner was such a nice guy. He said that it was a big risk of vehicles being parked there. He also told that problems may arise from the cops' side. Finally he asked me to show my ID card. The ID card was not yet provided and so I showed him a copy of my admission thingies and my twelfth hall ticket ( which none will show as a proof. I was tonsured in that picture. He he). After a long time, just standing there staring at them while they are interrogating me like I am an Murdered, I got my possession back.

Pretty interesting, na? I think I've put more of text which can make this boring to some people. Well, it actually is boring to most of the people.

This kinda serves as an example for my Absent-minded nature.

But a single week later, I again parked it in front of another hotel and guess what I did this time? I went home for the weekend. For three days, it was in the possession of that hotel owner. After I returned to the room, this time I complained to the House owner and said,"I clearly remember, I parked it inside when I left for home." The owner got angry and he shouted at the Security. Poor guy, security. Became the victim for my mistake. And this time, I took all my proofs [:)] and went to that hotel to get that cycle back. All the Cashier boy (Cashier guy! This was what I was trying to tell in the third big paragraph where I was telling the bills getting paid and all that crap) said was, "if you got the key, take it". It was as simple as that. Why couldn't the person in that previous hotel tell something like this? And this hotel had my cycle for more than 3 and a half days. But there, it was just one night and they are turned into Interrogating-Monsters.

My mom just reminded me of the third time of losing. After I moved out of that house and moved in to my friends' room, I had it parked it inside our home. It took place several days after moving in. I usually don't lock the cycle when it is in my home. We have a gate. So, I thought none would come in and try to steal that. But unfortunately on a day when no one expected anything to happen, my cycle was stolen. Me and my friends totally owned 4 cycles. The previous night the four cycles were unlocked and the option selected by the Robber was "Mine". Yay! I am so happy for my friends. Well, past is past. I bought a new cycle. It suits my colour. Black. Miss the old cycle so much. It was the best. Many friends have told that they have never seen such a nicely maintained cycle. Irony. They said, "You can lose anything for this" Lost it.

Well, this is how I lost the cycle not once. Not twice. But thrice.

This is Guhan saying "Guhan will be back" riding a cycle. Tring-tring. (That's the bell. Move for Christ's sake)

The story of 'awesome'

"Early in the morning, the sweet bird's song was awesome in Daper's island".

Have you ever read this line anywhere? If you have, then you've read my previous posts. I don't think you have. Well, I did make a post about a story that I wrote in my tenth grade. The "Can I Continue?" post. No? You haven't read that? I hope it's quite good. Open a new tab. Not later, now. And read it. Bro, please. Okay. The word awesome got involved in my life when I was doing the tenth grade. You see, this was not a common word in Tamil Nadu and many didn't know its spelling. One day I said this to my friends: Spell the word Awesome. I think you might be knowing this word now. That's because the usage of this word has increased drastically in the last few years over the internet. Like "If you remember this your childhood was awesome", "If you know them your childhood was awesome". That's absurd, remembering something doesn't mean that my childhood was awesome. Anyways, that word is more common now. And this : a photo of a Highly costly product is upload and the description says,"Like if you want this" like I'm gonna get it delivered by FedEx if I click Like. Ploppers!

As I said earlier, it was not a common word used at that time. I didn't know it till then that the word was an alien to many. When I popped out the Spell-that thing, I found out one thing. People. Couldn't. Spell. Awesome. I was getting answers like Aasam, Oosum, Oasum, Ausum, Oasum etc etc. Pretty good, right? No one in the whole class spelled but a single guy, became the exceptioner(I made this word up) spelled it. Yes he spelled it to me in secret. I was like "yes it is". It was none other than Bala Chandran who secured state III in the tenth grade. The "I was on TV" post. Well, at least have you read this one? I can't believe this. Seems like your one good guy who has escaped from the Boring-text Kingdom of the 2011 in This is me- Guhan blog.


Yes, me and Bala were fans of Pokemon. So, it was from Ash's buccal cavity from where I heard this word for the first time. But I still don't remember anything about how I learnt the spelling to that word. Anyways, finally I revealed the answer to those who were thinking hard and those who were pretending to be thinking hard.

It is a-w-e-s-o-m-e. AWESOME.

When I told this, everyone was like "It's new to me, dude" and there was a question which was a...well....uh....this: Shouldn't that be pronounced Aa-whey-sum? I was surprised at this questioned and I learnt that English is a Crappy language with crazy Spells and Pronunciations. But, I do love English. I walk, talk, run..this is an old dialogue. Maybe I'll skip it.

That's it. Now this word is freaking everywhere. Over usage of this word has literally taken the weight of this word. The word became more and more popular by the TV series How I met your mother. Barney Stinson (Neil Patrick Harris) blows our minds in doing that character. He really gave an resurrection to that word, I'll say. I still use 'awesome' often and it is my favourite word till date.

Wanted to tell you this. Told it. That's it for today, folks.


So, this is Guhan saying," Guhan.....wait for it......will be back. Guhan will be back!"

HD Madness!

High Definiton. No, not the word "high" as in a Drinker's dictionary of Highness. It's the real High Definiton I am talking about. You know, the one that is related to the Video world? Yes. I haven't watched any HD videos and I don't watch HD videos. Whenever I want to download a Youtube video, I copy the link, paste the URL in Savevid.com (not advertising, copy that) and download the 3gp format. If the video isn't available in 3gp format, I don't download it at all. During my last month of stay in Dharmapuri, I mean, when we were about to move out, I wanted to see an HD video. I found a video. It was a Jennifer Lopez's song featuring Pitbull.I don't remenber the name of that song. But I am sure it was JLo's. The main reason that I download HD videos is that they are very big in size and my download speed...well..uh... who am I kidding? My download speed sucks. I don't download them. This was my first try then. I downloaded it and Bam, the video was so HDed that my Laptop couldn't even play it. Might have been due to some problems within the Laptop.

I was upset that I couldn't see an HD video when I wanted. Not problem at all. I moved on. Now, after we moved to Karaikal, my HD desire got crazy. You see, my cousin brother Kannan @ Randy Alstone always downloads HD videos and I ask him, "Why do you always download HD?" But now, no video in my PC is Non-HD. Actually, we have a PC with a good configuration. As a video codec was not installed in it, we weren't quite using that for sometime. Then my brother finally installed the Codec and it was awesome again. Then, one day I downloaded a HD video and man, it was so cool and I fell in love with HD videos. I don't want to make this blog any bigger. I always tell this thing to those whom I tell an example about HD madness.

Assume that you're growing a dog. You feed it only Vegetarian food. And suddenly, one day you feed it Non-vegetarian and it gets addicted to it and doesn't eat vegetarian anymore. So, I was watching just the 3gp videos (vegetarian). And suddenly I get infected by High Definiton, I just can't tolerate Less Defined (is that LD video?) videos.

I think I've made my point. Well, that's it. This is how I got interest in HD Videos and I still download videos only if.......yes, only if they're HDed. (I got your mind voice)

Guhan restaare noha packr! (Guhan will be back written in There's-no-such-language-like-this language.)

National Language out of my Buccal Cavity

In all websites, in the personal  information, there is a Languages Known section. Till last year I wrote only Tamizh (Mother tongue) and English (My medium of instruction in school) in it. I knew no other languages. But my mom has completed all the exams in Hindi and has has become the so-called "Hindi Pandit." It is an honour. I congratulate her once again. She worked hard and she got the harvest (stole this too. From a +2 Essay's conclusion). Coming back to me, back in my twelfth grade I watched few Hindi movies.I could understand a few dialogues and some scenes make sense so clearly. Among them most of them were Subtitled in English which is a language I can understand. I watched 3 idiots without subtitles. I understood nothing. It was so complicated that I wasn't able to get the whole dialogues and I would just sit there assuming the happenings of my own with some creativity.

Lekhin abhi, Guhan Hindi bi bhaat kar sakta hey! (But now, Guhan can speak Hindi too). Well, here is how.

I have told you that we were in Ahmedabad a numerous times. I think you're quite bored of hearing the Ahmedabad stories. Get bored for one of the last times. While in Ahmedabad, when I was admitted in the school, I didn't know much Hindi. The first day was highly difficult for me. With me, a new student and a late admissioned-guy, I looked more like a stranger to my classmates. I do remember some of their names. Boys: Chaitanya, Harshil, Siddarth, Pashwa. Girls: Mrunal, Sampratharani. These are the names still not erased from my memory part of the brain. The first day in school was pretty awkward for me. I didn't know a single sentence other than "Tera Naam Kya hai?" The students were mocking me with complicated questions. They'd ask me something and as I don't understand anything, all I can do is to nod or to shake my head. No matter what I did they laughed. I'll be all like "What's all this crap?". Experience is gained when time rolls and we mingle. I learnt some "Thoda thoda" Hindi and managed it there. That's it there.

After we left Ahmedabad, I had no touch with Hindi and it's been like 8 or 9 years since I spoke in Hindi. But miracles do happen unexpectedly. It was during my first Semester in college. We had a Mathematics paper. The sir actually was a Professor from the Statistics department. Some days he would just call us all to his department and conduct the class. So, one day we were all standing in front of the department waiting for everyone to come and the class to begin. While waiting, student usually talk to each other, right? Just like all the students, we too were making chit-chat. Then out of nowhere, it felt like I should speak Hindi. Annamalai University has some North-eastern students (whom people still think that they're Chinese) who converse in Hindi. I was standing there trying to speak Hindi with them. And it started working out quite well. Though I was blabbering non-sense words, I was making sense. Then we three guys, me, Puram Sai Chakradhar and Punyo Bhakang made a pact that we'll speak in Hindi from then. Hindi would come out when I talk to these two guys. Day-by-day my Hindi developed. But I wouldn't be speaking Hindi that fluently because, I am weak with some complicated words. So, when I don't know a word in the middle of a sentence, I surely can't make it understandable and the sentence goes very bad and makes sense like a Cow talking Tamizh. Now that I have a good touch with it, I am able to speak a lot better. Yes, a lot better than my Mom (Sorry). I only talk in Hindi with my class mates Rahul Tangkhu and Rajesh Banik and my friends find that to be fascinating. Np, I am not bragging. I am just telling what happens when I speak Hindi. Thanks to English which fills the space when I can't make sense sometimes.

So, that's the little bad-story of how I spoke the national language even after a long time.

So, this is Guhan saying "Guhan will be back" in English because he is not that fluent in Hindi and he doesn't know what the exact translation is. 

Gotta catch up with old friends

When someone signs off from your online chat, some say "Stay In Touch" and then adieu words. What's staying in touch? Touching them always. No. To be in a contact through some sort of communication. That's not always easy. But now we have Facebook, twitter and few famous websites where people can share their views and stay in touch. Keeping contact with friend with just facebook isn't enough nowayds. We gotta call people. That's why Alexander Graham Bell introduced Telephone. Now, it's become cellphone. Yet it is a phone. The reason for which I am blogging this is that it is hard for me to stay in touch. After completing my High Schooling, I was on holidays. In those days, I got to meet my cousin Mr.Murali Gangatharan. He told me something that is the very same thing prevailing in my case now. "It's hard to stay in touch with everyone." When he told this, I thought I have a phone. I'll be in touch with everyone. Time rolled and I entered College. There began this. We are suddenly surrounded by new people. They become our friends. It suddenly start to seem that we are in a new world. And suddenly we are loaded with new works, new places and all such things. For the first few days in college, we call each and every friend and discuss each others' college Crap.

But as Clocks hand rotate, the frequency of calls decrease and we talk rarely. And it is impossible to stay in touch with each and ever friend. So, we a have a small list of friends whom we talk to occasionally and that's it. I am not saying that we forget our old friends. It's just that we part ways and we become quite busy in some ways. That is the main reason why they invented Alumni association. Students should meet often and plans should be made with everyone being comfortable on coming to a specific place on a particular day. A face-to-face meet is more more better than 100 phone calls. I have been quite bad in touch-staying. Well, I am quite a lazy person as everyone knows and my time is perfectly fit for my routine works and so is my friends. All I am saying is that we people should meet someday. I hope to .meet all my school friends no matter where.

I have wanted to meet up with friends and talk to them about how their lives turned out not in a career wise but academically. Mine's okay for a certain level and I know that but my friends should know that. Calling all my friends and telling them that. No, I don't think so. Making a facebook status update? No, that too wouldn't work. Meeting them and sharing each others' college lives? Now, that would be great.
Waiting for a day to Catch up with old friends.

If I meet all students and talk on a stage, while I complete my speech, I'll say:
"Guhan will be back" in the next meet also.

Roads should not be the vector to graveyards

I haven't blogged like this before but here it goes for the first time.

People's life. It is the most precious thing in the world. You only live once. And you know what, we are blessed to have a good life like this. And what is happening these days? People lose it in snap's time. The Roads. We all know accidents do take place everywhere and we simply don't care about anything. Yeah, it is a problem when something happens to us, right? I am not saying that "Don't ever go on the roads". Safety should be the first concern when it comes to Road and Driving. People have met with terrible accidents even while walking on the platform. Anything can happen. It can happen anywhere.

Well, as a person, maybe I don't seem like I don't care about this at all. But it is not like that. I do care. Remember when we lose our friends or family, we do feel terrible. I care about people but I can't just express it like saying "I care about you" to everyone all the time. It is our duty to be careful and conscious while on the roads. I never have gave advices through my blog regarding people's safety but the recent happenings have forced me to. I keep hearing news about accidents. I just can't sit there doing nothing. Then I thought I could help people realize how important life is. So, I think I can create awareness in, atleast, a single person. If that happens, my mission is accomplished.

Recently my close friend cum Senior, Sreyams Jagan died. Universe, I blame this on you. Why do you do this? Taking good persons' lives. We've lost a Gem. A precious, priceless Gem. Speaking about Sreyams brother, he never acted like he was a senior to me. Such a nice person. He was in an accident a month before and 2 weeks back, he left this earth. It was also an accident that lead him to such a serious tragedy. We all mourn for him. We miss him. He was so young. I never thought something like this would happen to him, no, not in a million years. He had to see the world. He could've accomplished things and won names. But sadly, he didn't live long enough to achieve all these things. Fate sometimes is cruel to us. As we were his close friends, we will miss him a lot. I know that his friends would feel the same too. I weep for his death. I can't get him back now, no one can. And I don't want this to happen to you or your close ones nor anyone. For Sreyams Brother's death, we : Raja Guhan, Raja, Dhanasekaran, Arun Velusaamy, Raj Kumar, Vijaya Kumar, Vijaya Saravanan, Ragavendhiran, Umesh Kumar all are mourning for this great loss. What I personally feel is that I didn't get to talk to him. This thing is hell. The only thing I could do was this.

My college mates, too recently died in accidents. A friend of mine met with an accident and lost flesh from his thigh muscle.Three days back, a friend's Brother died too.What is this? Can't we do nothing about it? We have to stop this right in the bud. We, the younger generation should be examples to others. Well, this is from my side. You people should be the ones who should let your friends and family know about the safety on the roads.

These things usually happen due to "carelessness". People don't realise that they are on the roads and drive the vehicles like they don't care about anything. The accidents are caused due to bus driver's carelessness are the worse. He should know that he should drive carefully because they are people who are sitting with a hope that the driver would take us safe to the destination. Bus Drivers, I beg you to know your limits and drive properly. If you have a driver friend or a dad who is working in the transport corporation please tell him stuff like this often. And the second this is the Students' braveness. It's not that you're a Macho man when you can ride your bike at top speed in a Traffic-filled road. Kindly understand that vehicles are the machines that should take you to places not to heaven or a hell. Parent should look into their children's vehicle sped-limit. Limiting the speed with some device( there is something like that. Buses have that mechanism) can help in the regulation of the speed. Don't buy your children bikes as soon as they ask. Get them to know each and every saftey measure that has to be remembered while driving. Talk to them. Don't just say in a hurry. Make them sit and talk to them. This is not just anything, this is about lives, people.

The buses. I hate private buses who are simply aiming at Money-making. All they need is money and they allow numerous passengers like goats and cows letting them suffocate inside and the remaining clinging to the footboards. Footboard travelling is the worst thing that plays in taking people's life. In a crowded bus, the persons, generally, men have no space inside so they hang on to the Footboards. The bus drivers in the private buses drive like Devils. The bumps can cause  the bus to shake and people on the footboard fall down in a second. They can survive only if they don't get caught in the Wheels. I have heard about two worst Wheel-caught accidents. Can't even think about it. So, Private bus owners should care for people. Atleast 70%. What is more valuable than life, you private bus owning bastards?

It's not just the bus owners and the drivers' faults all the times. Boys of schools and college purposely stand on footboard for what, to impress girls and to show theirselves off. Boys those who do that, remember you can end up getting sympathy from girls instead of love. The final most thing. The cell phone. Please pleae please avoid phones while driving. It is the biggest distracter. A slightest distraction can lead to a Final-Destination-like accident.

And my finally complete this by saying, "Keep your eyes on the road all the time while driving. Never ever travel on footboards. Never ever be careless when you're on the roads"

24/7. Addicted. Normal Mode Soon.

I haven't got any contagious diseases. I just get the usual Common Cold and small fevers that's all. But there is an unique disease that is hitting many people in the urban areas and yes thank Duck it isn't contagious. It is named CD (by me). Check for the symptoms. You might have it too. The Computer Disease. This ain't a deadly disease. It can attack you when you have a computer and can get serious when your computer is fed with internet signals. To confess, I am too addicted with computers.  This addiction will not affect you that bad when your health is concerned. But this can change your diet, time of food intake, continuous staring at the monitor which can lead to Becoming fat, Ulcers, and Retinal disorders respectively.

When you buy just a computer you won't get addicted, trust me! The only possibility of getting addicted is if you are a Movie Buff. You can torture the computer by continuously watching movies in them. And the other possibility of getting addicted is because of your Gaming interest. Other than these there is nothing in it to get adicted to. So, if you're a businessman or something say, accountant or a student doing your PhDs or a Businessman, (wait, You already said that. Yeah, but I don't really know anything other than these.) you'd be obsessed with writing Papers, doing assignments and Powerpoint Slides. If nothing like the above, then probably you're using MS Paint.

We all should say Thanks to the guy who invented or discovered (take whichever you think is correct) The Internet. Of course it is the biggest thing in all of our lives that is helping us do everything easier and quicker than anything. Looking into the "Internet's Advantages" is an extreme waste of time. What did I want to tell you from this? I am Highly addicted to computers and am in heapy need of Counselling. Well, counselling too much exaggeration. For someone at an age of me, who has Internet in his/her home, he/she probably spends more time in it. Yes, it is a fact. I am full ready to tell you about who my addiction began. Um.. Lemme tell you from the beginning to today.

When I was ,say, in my 5th grade or something, the definition for Computer that I had in my mind was 'It is a device used to play games'. We weren't having a computer in our home. The first computer I had encounters with are from brother Tamil Selvan's computer. In Chennai, my Periamma (My Mom's sister's home, they had a Black and White Computer. Completely white all over. The monitor. The Box Under it (This is actually the CPU). The Mouse. The Key board. Everything was white like it all were teeth. As a child I loved it and it was awesome from my 'First-person' view. I don't remember what the Operating System was. All I remember is that they owned a Bike race game. While selecting the bikes, the riders would push their bikes and stand for us to select. When clicked 'Next' this guy standing now would walk forward and the next Biker would come walking with his bike. I don't remember the Gameplay too. I know it'd have been childish but this child loved it. Why? I am a child. My noun can add 'ish'. Okay, then days scrolled. I passed and went to next grades. I came to Tirupur.

While in Tirupur, we went to Chennai during my holidays. The days had scrolled in Chennai too. It got bigger and Advancer (bear this please). So did My Aunt's home and the things they owned. Yes, the computer too. My brothers were playing GTA San Andreas at that time. I spent most of my time driving. Shooting, Running, Remembering cheats. This was during the same time when I got to know that Songs get released before the movie. I heard Thirupachi's 'Kumbida Poana Dheivam' number and still can't forget those days.

See, if you're a kid and you operate a computer all you want to do is Play games. I even had this crazy pointing and shouting 'Games! Games! Games!' Habit. It was this: Whenever I was sitting by the adults who were using the system, when they are browsing the files and suddenly a Games folder appears and I shout the 'G!G!G!' thing. The first generation kid surely will be amazed to see stuff like this, really. I am being too detail this time, let me get to the point already. Let me be briefer. After coming to Aruppukottai, we bought our first PC desktop for which I still don't know the configuration. I think it was a Pentium Three processor. Anyways, it was also 'A White One'. We were so eager to get a Game installed in it as soon as we got it home. It was an Used one sadly. The shop where we bought it was called "The Petunia". We had to walk and walk back to ask them for a Game CD. They gave us Doom while they installed it at home. We were asking for an Age of Empires. I know, the gaming-madness time it was. Due to a very low internal configuration, it couldn't run much of good games. This was the same when we bought a New Acer PC desktop again. Low configurations. Gaming interests lowered and then we bought a PS2. That's a totally different story. I entered my Mid-teenage and we moved to Dharmapuri. In the beginning, it was just me and CounterStrike. Then this monster came in. BSNL Broadband.

I never thought Dad would get us internet. Surprisingly he got us. That's when my internet addiction started. Began with Orkut, movie downloads, Casual Game plays, Facebook, TV Series and now The Twitter. During early stages, I was quite a lot addicted to Orkut. It had so gotten into me that when my Mom asked me to close it, I'd just start shouting at her with such a rage that I can't even control myself. I sit a lot in front of the PC and don't even move a muscle(this is an phrase from Ice Age. Got this during Movie downloads period)

I am not being Brief, am I?

Then the facebook thing started. Then the TV series stuff. TV series can hold you up for a longer time. Because there thousands of shows with many seasons. You can't just come out of it. I can sit all day without even eating and doing any other work. The problem with this addiction is the we lose Reality. I spend less time Bonding with the people. I too know that. But when I feel like coming out, there a Force that pulls be back again. Somebody find that Force and Name it after me. I say there is a force.

Now, I am quite active in Twitter but I am not doing Night-wake thing nowadays. Am sleeping as soon as all others go to bed. Well, it feels good already. My stress levels have decreased and I get nicer oxygen-intake because I am not staying long in a single fraking room. I promise I will get out of this Hell-ish addiction soon. I tweeted this once. Might be bad but is true. "Mom, I don't know why I can't get out from the Technology. It's like a freaking Bermuda Triangle". Socialize in real.

If you're like this now, please change yourself. I am not saying that I'm gonna get rid of everything and not asking you to do so also. It's just that their time should be limited. All is good when the 'all' is limited.

So,
*opens a new text document*
*types*
Guhan Will Be Back.

Sivakasi-unplugged.

Sivakasi-unplugged is th not-upcoming short film written by Shankar and developed by Raja Guhan (Yeah yeah Me!).
This is the beta-Script written for the Short-film that I was going to direct. But due to certain reasons it was dropped. I thought it would be nice to be put up in the blog. Each line is a scene which I had picturised in my own way of directing it. The names in the movie are combination of the names of my relatives but yet they make a awesome real names too. I guess, one day I'll make this short-film come true. I don't think you'll understand this or get to know that story but anyways I had to save this somewhere safe. So chose this platform 'cause none's gonna come see here! :)
1.Vishitha, Tharanth, Radhur Get Ready- The Routine..
2.Vishitha Walks Crossing Radhur's Home..(3 or 4 times)
3.Love Proposal..
4.Railway Track, Park, Shopping, Sandhai, Kovil, Ice Cream Parlour..
5.Road which involves Bag Snatch..
6.Vishitha calls Tharanth..
7.Tharanth Kidnaps Anoj..
8.The Four Meet..
9.Anoj tries to Immobilize Vishitha..
10.Radhuran meets Vishitha at her home..
11.The Kodai Time Kodaikaanal..
12.Anoj Gets Into Dancing..
13.Dharshin Seeks Our Help..
14.They Are Seen By Likshma..
15.Dharshin And Tharanth..
16.Camera Gives Everyone Something..

How did this Shi(f)t Happen?

I don't know why but I am not getting the mood at all to blog. I log in. Click 'New Post' and the laziness begins. I just log out of the blog and do the crazy "Facebook and the Twitter" thing. We are now in the Seventh place with Dad- in Karaikal. The list started with Kallimanthayam and continued as Sayalkudi, Ahmedabad, Tirupur, Arupukkottai, Dharmapuri and then now here. So, with Vidhuran problems still on hold our coming to Karaikal had been delaying and so on. Vidhuran (That's my bro) did not want to come to Karaikal.

Actually, my dad was tranferred to Karaikal(not a Tamilnadu affilated. Affilated to Pondicherry. Ahem!) With Vidhuran in his tenth grade last year, we had no choice but to stay in Dharmapuri. As I went to college it was fine for me. During the weekends, Dad would spend currencies and I, too, would fly currencies spending 8 hours of time (me) and 10 hours (him) and of course, energy to see Mom and Bro.

So, now that he has passed his tenth grade, we were planning to ask him to come to Karaikal. But as he had much of friends in Dharmapuri he hardly moved a muscle in accepting our request. As you can see, in our Ration card, the Family's head is Dad - Mr.Raguraman. But in real, Vidhuran in the unofficial Family-leader. Everything acts just like the way he wants, well not everything but certainly the most. His rejection for our request is not good. We can't keep coming to Dharmapuri over the weekends spending Bucks and Energy. Huge waste of Money. But he was firm in his decision. Mom was on fire one side, Dad was helpless at a side and I was cool not bothering about anything. "Finally Vidhuran won the battle" to quote my Mom's exact Facebook update. Vidhuran was admitted in the Same school for his High Schooling. And we made up our minds saying to ourselves "Two More Years".

Mom hadn't lost her hope yet. She used to keep asking him about shifting the house to Karaikal and to be with dad. My college is in Chidambaram which is so close to Karaikal. You know what the problems are: Dad had to pay rent for him. He had to spend on his food. And there is my rent and college expenditure and Food. Bus-charges over the weekend. Would probably take Grands and Grands if it went like this. So, mom kept asking him for the Shift. It didn't matter for me. All I worried about was the money spent on Bus. Freaking 200 bucks every to and another 200 for the freaking fro. 20% more as in case of my Dad.

Vidhuran wouldn't accept under any circumstances. Mom tried convincing to atleast shift to a place nearer than Dharmapuri. It really is very far from every neighbour-place that we go to. Trichy can do the trick. 4 hours from my place and plus two from Dad's. Yet "No. Not gonna happen" Vidhuran's side words. Everyone says that Miracles do happen unexpected. Yes, it turns out to be true.

My dad had been trying to get promotion by attending an interview. He had it hold all these years and now he attended it but unfortunately he wasn't promoted. He thought if promoted, he'd be transferred to a different place and now that he is not being promoted we can't think anything about that.

One day I, Mom and Bro and sitting in the Hall talking about stuff and when suddenly dad called and Mom asked Vidhuran whether we can shift to casually and Bam!- He agrees. We couldn't Both Mom and Dad are happy about this Lightning Speed decision of his and act wisely. The packing was soon done. The school fees was paid already. But good heavens they returned half the money or looted a half. Either way the same.

Few days after his approval of coming to Karaikal, Mom and bro came to Karaikal and searched for Homes and looked into Schools and finally everything is cool. I can come home as I wish. Just an 2-hour journey in bus. Dad's happy with them there to give company. Expenses are less. The only thing is mom isn't in a job yet. So family runs with a Single-engine just like in my earlier days. The home was at first hot and full of mosquitoes and now it is awesome. So glad that Vidhuran at least gave nods now. Now we're all having fun down here.

The new problem is Vidhuran's school conducts tuition class which is compulsory at 6.30 in the morning. He is so mad and he wouldn't go. Someone said, Everything will be Okay in the end. But if it is not okay yet, then it's not the end. Vidhuran will surely attract at least 100 enquiries. Yeah, Mom's in home only. She'll take care of it. Which school-life is complete without an enquiry? I think Vidhuran's High School will get him the highest of Cherishable memories. Hope he gets adjusted soon.

Aah! At last. Typed this in my Motorola. Pretty big post. Fingers hurt. Will post something after finger feels free.

I once wrote on the sands of Karaikal beach which read:

Guhan will be back.

Egg-ified Me!

Egg. The Form from where Young Ones are  Produced in Birds.Now I am gonna tell you about how I started my Egg-eating journey. Egg is high in protein. Helps in cell enlargement and Elongation or something like that. Egg is white. Inside is a yellow. Blah blah and blah. Parents usually give these to children for a good growth and for a better Parenting.

Eggs that we eat are not fertilized ones that you must know. It can never hatch into a Chick. I think it's wrong to categorize this under Non-vegetarian. Now that I have said that I'll be telling the Veg-Egg-Eating Journey!
Let's go Order-wise. Hmmm... Half-boiled Egg comes first.I've seen in many a movie where the hero eats this when he's drunk. I don't know why but I've never given a thought to give it a try. So, the first addiction went like this. My Mom's Mom whom I call 'Maamai' in Tamil had come to our Dharmapuri home. She used to ask me, "Do you want something to eat?". One day just when she asked this, she suggested me to eat Egg. I was like Okay, whatever. There it came, in a plate, a white fluid turned to a paint-like substance with an yellow paint bulbed in the centre with Pepper sprayed on the top.

I thought she would give me a Boiled egg. But she gave me this. Ahem! How do I start? Surya came to my mind suddenly. He eats one in his Movie Maayavi. I hesistated before I put it in my Buccal and yes, I did it. And I was so damn amazed at its taste. The pepper and the yellow-k ( What's that spelling of the yellow coloured thing? )combined together, they rock the flavours. I was Slurping on the remaining contents. "Addiction Acquired" My brain received. From that day, whenever I go to a Hotel for my food, I order this without fail ( not in a Vegetarian hotel. They don't give me that ). Till now, when I go to Chennai to my Aunt's home, Maamai makes me two HBEs ( Half-Boiled Egg.) If you haven't tasted it before, try one. But you should learn how to put it in your mouth. Pretty Tricky. Sometimes the Yolk ( Now I got the spelling.) May burst and run as a Yelow Lava from the White Volcano ( Man, I am on fire today ). That's how I got in with HBEs.

The next on the list the Egg Chutney. Many might not be familiar with this dish. It's famous in Chidambaram. One day I was out with friends and my Engineering Senior, Mr. Umesh Kumar. The menu was many but we gave our choices - the same. Parotta! And I was seeing the senior order. He too ordered the same but he added something to the Parotta. The Egg-Chutney! What is that? I haven't heard of it anywhere.
The food arrived and we ate till our bellies bulged and off we went back to our rooms. I hadn't realized till then that my mind had Pre-received the "Addiction Acquired".

Then time rolled and one day, I went to Double-A, a restaurant where the Parottas are at their best. I ordered the usual order and with my knowledge, I ordered "One Egg-Chutney." It become a routine. It costs 15 a plate. It's made of Mashed Tomatoes and Scrpambled eggs. Is a great Combination side-dish for Parotta. Loved it. Whenever I go there, my bill will be Rupees 35. Rupees 20 for 4 Parottas and 15 for the Egg-Chutney!

But whenever a new egg-dish comes, the older one fades. The last and the current of the egg-ing is the One-sided Omlette. This stuck to me through a friend named Vijay. He always orders this. I know that but never have I ordered one as I am not much of Omlette fan. One day he suggested me to give it a small try and I did so. It was....Sple....ndid....! The procedure is just like the omlette but it is cooked one side.

Egg is beaten.
Onion is added.
Mixture is stirred.
Poured on the pan.
Left to heat.
The first side gets cooked.
The master folds it into half.
It is served.

But Omlette has both sides cooked. The taste of the uncooked part makes my mouth water. Kind of a nice taste. Now every dinner of mine involves this and I savour it. Let's see whether this Egg-intakes help me get lot more protein for my cell enlargement and help in my muscular development (I hardly think so)
You too. Have an Egg daily. Instead of apple. Much more useful.

If I ever eat a fertile egg and if that changes my voice chicken-like I'll be saying this, "Guhan will be back"

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Kodai-Kaanal? Yes, we Kandutoam.

Guys,I think you all know how Jolly is it to go on a tour. And if that is with your closed ones, no need to explain the awesomeness. So, how shall I begin this? Well, let's split this into three parts. The Planning, The Execution and The Conclusion.

The Planning: 
                     It all began with a Phone call. The callers were me and Delip. He came with this wild idea of making the tour. It has always been in my head. I so wanted to go on a tour. When he suggested this, I said that it was my wish too. There we decided to plan for one. And that decision was on hold as everyone was busy and we didn't know this would come true.

Then, I called up Pavithra and asked whether she'd like to be a part of it. She agreed and suggested that it would be nice if planned on a weekend so that everyone could easily plan accordingly.

Now that we have a chance of making this tour. Now there arises a question: Where do we go?

First thing that came to our minds- Udagamandalam (Yeah yeah OOTY!) You know, everyone is super kicked about this tour. They all give sudden nods. No Back-legs.

Then this plan went to my Dad's ears. And he gave a quick YES. And he helped in booking a Superb Resort (kind of) with his Bank-ey Influence.

Someone with murderous rage (Kolaveri) tells that "IF you plan something, plan it when I have holidays. Or else I'll kill you." So there it was June 22 to June 24. Shankar worked on informing everyone and he even booked the travels. The contestants in the Tour are finally confirmed : Raguraman, Rajeswari, Raja Guhan, Raja Vidhuran, Mangala Meenatchi, Shenbaga Pavithra, Priyanka Tharini, Thanga Monikha, Prem Chandran, Kamala Devi, Shenbaga Delip, Arun Manoj, Pravadhi, Pradeep, Raji Mathini Murugaesan, Krishnaveni. Plus Two drivers.

So the Tour Sopt becomes the Kodaikaanal. I've once been there but I don't have memories of being there. Well, I was 1 year and 8 months or something old when I went there.


The Execution:  
                        Everyone assembled at Raj Bhavan, Satchyapuram. The bus started exactly on the time planned- 2 O' Clock. The bus started and we made our way to Kodaikanal. On the bus, it was way too awesome. We had a Q & A part. It was quite interesting (I think so).  We danced for each and every hit-song!

There was a battle of songs between the Youth and Gold (telling them "old" is not appropriate). They won by all means. Our songs were just noises. Theirs were so rhythmic and awesome. I salute. We reached there by the night and what we first see is a room which is not ours but the neighbour room. We then had our dinner, Puliotharai. That night was the night we were introduced the game everyone  likes to call "London Gundam Manikandan - Statue!" It was a random option but we really had a best time playing it. We, teenagers grabbed a room and the remaining chose over the other.

The next day rolled by and we were shown to a small hotel in Kodaikanal ( I don't know why they took us there). But the food was good. We munched up good and snapped photos on the roads. The most interesting and the best spot was the Pine Forest. We left the above 30s and walked into the forest and blasted a fun timer there. Lovely scenery but the elevation climbs gave us leg pains. Fun makes pains go. Then we got scoldings for breaking rules and going into the forest. Well, it's not exactly a forest anyway. Too much of trees and they say it is.

Finally we went to the Guna cave. Loved the climbing. And one thing: There was a tree's branch hanging at my chest's height and we tried to hop on to take photos but it was hard, when a guy standing nearby said "Pfft. Already tried!" He thought we wouldn't be able to. But we made it and one by one we took pictures. Even the girls who came with us climbed on. Must have insulted that guy. Ha ha! Take that, you! We were the trend setters in choosing picture spots. People started to form queues to snap pictures where we were taking. None took photos there but after we going there as a gang, they'd follow us (not in twitter).

This night was meant for the Camp Fire. The firewood kept set by 9 pm and we all gathered around with the Mix CD and chairs. We'd play all the songs and dance for the catchy line in that song. Then- change the song! It went by and it got bored then we started playing Song ku Song ku (What paatuku paatu in English?) and finally ended the night with LONDON GUNDAN MANIKANDAN. Priyanka cried (He he) as her sister said her voice sounded like a cat. Funny that we had to calm her down. I mean, I found that she was upset with that and when I pointed it out- She started crying.

The Conclusion:

The trip was awesome and everybody knows that. There were some fun and some ouch-it-hurts thing. We thought it would be five rooms but instead it was only two. Though it was like that, we enjoyed. If it hadn't been like that we wouldn't have got time to spend together with all the kids.

We could've enjoyed the Pine Forest a little more if they had given us more time. Personally I feel very bad that we didn't give a camera to the parents and they are not in pictures as much as we are. Damn you Guhan. They too wish to be in photos, right? They only posed in a very few photos. Temple-visits could've been avoided. The fruit purchase too.

Apart from that it was totally rocking. I think we should all do this again sometime.

So, Kodaikaanal Echo point echoes, "Guhan guhan guhan will be will be will be Back back back"



                         
                          


                      

The Doubler Cyclist

Cycle. The simplest mode of transport till date. Two wheels, A Bell, A Dynamo. Has its features that can make an 12 year old love it to the core.Every kid after his/her age 10 loves to ride a cycle. Cycle to there. Cycle Back. Cycle to Shop. Cycle back. Cycle to a Park. Cycle back and the cycles go on. And after 16 the core-love is tranferred to a Bike or a Scooter( as in a girl's case). But that' not what this post is about.

So, the cycle. I never had a big cycle till I was in 8th grade. When I was in Tirupur, I had this close friend. Dinesh Kumar. The best talking companion I've ever had. He was a Class-mate of mine and My mom was one of the teachers of that class. She handled Geography for us. From his prospective, she is not a Friend's Mom but a teacher. Four of my friends Vignesh, Selvendhar, Sri Ram and Dinesh used to come to my home and we'd do homeworks and study something. Not like a tuition or something but we can have company rather than spending lonely times at homes.

After pretending to be studying or writing homeworks, we'll play for sometime on the roads. We'll be shouting across the streets playing Skipping(we're carzy about that a period. I'll bring it to a post sometime), Lock and Key, Kabadi, Chase and Catch. Dinesh had a cycle then. We all will be fighting to get a ride in the cycle. I've never done a doubles in the cycle rides. When I get a chance to ride I'll cycle round the area covering my School, the clinic nearby and other places.

As I said, I don't know how to handle with a person sitting in the back. Once when I had my turn to ride the cycle I was near my schol where I met this friend D.M. Guhan and he needed a ride to go to someplace crossing my home. He asked for a lift and I said, "I don't ride doubles". He replied, " It's okay man. Just give it a try" and he hopped on. I was like "Oaahhhhh....whoaa...." and yet I drove good.This became the first Doubles I ever rode. Now I can ride the cycle with a person behind but I am too lazy to do so.

My friend Raja or as he calls himself Rocket Raja is my Cycle companion in my college. He usually comes from home in bus which drops him at the Bus-stand. From there he has to come to our college in an auto or by walk. If he walks it'll take him 45 minutes. My room, then, was near the bus stand and I had a cycle and he joined me and he always rides me with me behind.So, nowadays when I give someone a lift, I just get down; show the person the handle bar; let the person drive. It is so simple. It has many advantages.

I give him a lift.
I don't have to break a sweat.

But at times, I do ride doubles. But it's ruddy rare. If you get a chance, it's like you are getting a Kurinji Flower.

Guhan will be back.....!

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I am a B-boy!

Ah, good to be back. When we're young, we do get in some awkward situations. And yes, I've been there too.

This is an incident which happened to me when I was in Ahmedabad. It's my cousin bro Naga's favourite one.The Ahmedabad life. When we were there, we were not that good with Neighbours. We lived in a apartment named AmarKunj (Ahem!). A really nice apartment with pillars supporting us and guarding us from the deadly Earthquakes. I never really knew anyone's name in that apartment except for the one name Parish Bhai. I think he was in-charge of the whole building. I only remember when he called all of us for a meeting (I'll definitely blog that one)

As we were Tamil people, we had less interaction with the neighbours. But we had company. Two other families just like us nearby ( a small walk can take us there ). Mom was friends with them and she had two or there Ahmedabainan friends. The flats behind our building was where Vidhuran's school mate cum friend Harsh lived. My Mom had a slight friendship with her and the important person- Pooja. Or as I call her- Pooja Aunty!

I didn't know where she lived. I didn't need to know.  As my mom was a friend of hers, Pooja aunty had once given some food dish as a symbol of friendship (is it?) in a small utensil. The Utensil is the thing that the servers keep Sambar in big hotels. You know about that? Small well-like.

I never am good at finding homes when Directions are given. At that time I was way too worse than now. When someone gives you some utensil and some food or whatever, you slurp it up. What do you do then?
Put it in the Trash Can? No. You return it to the owner. We had already emptied the dish and it was time for us to return it. It'd been way more better if my Mom had returned that Metal. But fate has its own ways of acting every time. It's play was set on me.

My mom wanted me to give it back to her. Mom gave me instructions of how to get to her home; Brain stored it ( Well, not exactly ); I started walking. I don't remember the roads now but I remember the surrounding where I standing confused unable to recollect what my Mom had instructed.

Damn it, Brain. Well, if it'd been now, I would've called my Mom and reached the right place. No phones then. So, totally helpless. Can't walk back to home. Mom will shout.

So there I was. Near the apartments. Wondering which block to enter into. Yes, this one is what my mom told ( It was not the one ). I climbed up the stairs with fear. Why was I fearing? Because you don't really know whom you're gonna encounter. And you are not sure whether I'll end up at the proper destination. And I am climbing up with that utensil in hand. Like a scared little duck ( now that's a metaphor ).

I reached for the door. I could hear loud cheering inside. I hoped either they were having a party ( I couldn't have judged this. Because I didn't know what a part was but I know now!) or they were watching a Cricket or a Football match. I might have given a knock or a Ring on their bell which I don't have in mind now. But what I remember is that a Man opened the door. He was in his early 20s. He seemed Happy. He was not looking at me.

I wasn't sure that this was Pooja Aunty's home. So I asked, "Pooja Aunty?"

He replied simply, "Nahi Nahi Jaav Jaav"

I was puzzled. Why did he say that?? I couldn't really get that at that time. Finally I found her home and gave her the Metal that belonged to her. When I was on my way back to home, I had some time to think. With repeated questions to the brain, the brain found the answer.

That Bastard. He had thought I was some Begger. He didn't really hear me what I was asking for. In which planet does a Begger come and knock on the door and ask for alms and that too saying "Pooja Aunty?". Not in any of the million galaxies. Actually he was not interested in checking on to me as he was more busy with the Match or whatever he was watching. Since what he saw was a small boy knocking on the door, he would have thought of me as a Beggar. Even if I had been him, I'd have guessed the same.

It's bad to blame him anyways. I was dressed bad and with that utensil in my hand- I sure would've looked like one. Awkward awkward awkward. But happy that I am not dressing like that now.

Guys, when you go out. Dress properly. Don't get a Beggar title like me (Ha!)

Screw you, Past Guhan!

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Burrrrrrrrrp!

B to the U to the R to the P.
Yes, the Burp. After a satisfied meal you feel a lot better after getting this. That's the reason for why we drink cold drinks after heavy Meals. Helps with the digestion.

What does this have to do with me? What is so special about my burp? Not anything special or something, but I have this burp which is in a different way. It hasn't been like this before but suddenly it is like this. How? Everyone would know beforehand when they are about to burp. So, before its arrival, we feel that it is gonna fire out. There is a small feel at the chest region like a squirrel making its way out to reach the mouth. The burp of mine usually comes during a meal as like everyone's.

But the problem is when someone talks when I'm trying to burp, it won't come out. I mean, why the hell is that? You see, I am watching TV and having my food. This burp guy wants to emerge. But he cant . Because he is too afraid to come out when there are noises outside. I gotta put the TV on mute to get this guy disperse into air. And when I am gonna burp while you're talking, the burp doesn't come out. So, I gotta make you stop speaking and then burp my mouth out.

I can't call this the Burp's syndrome but this looks like a good title, right? And by the way I love burps. There were sometimes before I got this Burp's Syndrome when I can't get me to do a burp. The burp will start roaring inside but wouldn't come out. Then I try having a Cold drink to pop it out.

Okay, that's it for today. Guhan- will be back!

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