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.