Wanna raise a pet

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

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

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

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

Isn't he a cutie?

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

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

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

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

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


Guhan- will be back...!!

King of Smiles? No, even if you say so

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

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

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

 Mysore palace. Jansons Shirt. trademark Smile.

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

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

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

 Deen's glasses. My trademark smile.

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

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

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

 My favourite picture of all time. No showcase.

With Mom. Less teeth yet nice.








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

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

Guhan- will be back.

Two Wheeler crashed to the ground

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

Mission : Ayub's Home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guhan- will be back...!!

Dancer? I hardly think so!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Danced. Dancing. Will Dance.

Guhan- will be back!

I was on TV!

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

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

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

That's about it.

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

Until then it is Guhan- hibernating! 

Faking the Attendance!

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

                                             PROBLEMO SOLVED! 

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

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

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

Noddism

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

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

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

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

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

Me and the so-called GOD!

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

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

I AM AN ATHEIST!




I think I've made my point.

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

My watch and myself.

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


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

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

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



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

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

FIrst Year! First Day!

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is Guhan signing off!

Chocolate!- Bye for Now!

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

"Challenge Accepted."

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

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

 

What do you call this?

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

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

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

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

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

This is Raja Guhan still in a Confusion.

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

I am an Eminem fan....

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

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

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

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

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

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

Collector

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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







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

The journey to Chidambaram

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

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


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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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