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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