WORDS WOMEN USE

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FINE
This is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are right and you need to shut up. Never use "fine" to describe how a woman looks - this will cause you to have one of those arguments.

FIVE MINUTES
This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your football game is going to last before you take out the trash, so it's an even trade.

NOTHING
This means "something," and you should be on your toes. "Nothing" is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. "Nothing" usually signifies an argument that will last "Five Minutes" and end with "Fine"

GO AHEAD (With Raised Eyebrows! )
This is a dare. One that will result in a woman getting upset over "Nothing" and will end with the word "Fine"

GO AHEAD (Normal Eyebrows)
This means "I give up" or "do what you want because I don't care" You will get a "Raised Eyebrow Go Ahead" in just a few minutes, followed by "Nothing" and "Fine" and she will talk to you in about "Five Minutes" when she cools off.

LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment, and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing"

SOFT SIGH
Again, not a word, but a non-verbal statement. "Soft Sighs" mean that she is content. Your best bet is to not move or breathe, and she will stay content.

THAT'S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before paying you back for whatever it is that you have done. "That's Okay" is often used with the word "Fine" and in conjunction with a "Raised Eyebrow."

GO AHEAD!
At some point in the near future, you are going to be in some mighty big trouble.

PLEASE DO
This is not a statement, it is an offer. A woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have a fair chance with the truth, so be careful and you shouldn't get a "That's Okay"

THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not! faint. Just say you're welcome.

THANKS A LOT
This is much different from "Thanks." A woman will say, "Thanks A Lot" when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you have offended her in some callous way, and will be followed by the "Loud Sigh." Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the "Loud Sigh," as she will only tell you "Nothing"

Trying to keep my blog live...

I haven't updated this for the last two days, just because I can't think of writing anything. I have been going through some random blogs, largely those of teens. It's interesting to know that we teens all around the world have similar thoughts and musings. It's like this; most of the things I read about from the blogs of our co-teens happened in my life with no or little difference too.
The story I read today on Sweety's blog made me think for a while; it made my thoughts more stubborn on emotions(which are as useful as bullshit). It was a good thing the girl did at last; just leave ur thoughts and emotions to die with time and move forward in life. Let not others or ur attachment with them hinder ur progress in life. It’s foolish to keep thinking of some stupid bloke who never even cared to remember you. It was just a waste of precious tears and tissues used to wipe ur tears away with. Thoughts like those have a way of sinking into ur feet rendering them useless.
You can read the story HERE.
And also checkout the article on GHOST CAPITAL - DELHI, the capital of India.
That's all for now folks.

India's first Silver

R.S.Rathore broke India's olympic medal jinx creating history when he bagged Silver. The ace shooter ranking 3rd in the world gave India its first silver medal at Athens 2004. The 34-year-old former army Major who fought insurgency in Kashmir during his tenure with the Indian army, is only the fourth Indian to win an individual medal and the first shooter ever. Well I believe this is just the beginning...
Wait until Anju Bobby George comes out with the Gold and Leander Paes, Mahesh Bhupati duo strike gold in Tennis.
Three cheers to Rathore.... Three cheers to India...

For further information follow the hyperlinks below:
Report by Sify
Report by Rediff

Rajyavardhan Singh Rathore
Born: January 29, 1970.
Major achievements: Commonwealth Games champion, 2002; Bronze at the World Championships, Nicosia, 2003; Gold in World Cup Sydney 2004; Gold in Asian clay shooting championship, Bangkok, 2004. Current ranking: 3


Current mood: happy
Current music: Sare jahan se achaa...

Good ol' days

Just yesterday when i was sitting on the same old couch of mine,
not barely but clearly i remembered the gone by time...

although the daily hassles never let us remember our past,
but the silent surroundings do spell the nostalgic cast...

those were the sunny days untouched by the ponderance over sanctity of life,
we were so bounded by love which made us ignore that natural strife..

no matter what, i remember my foolish feats,
i still feel the pounding of age old beats...

thinking about those days bring tears to my eye,
i want them back what if the rivers run dry....

just then a sound from outside makes me come back to reality,
i don't care if people do call it superficiality...

there is no sense in things i speculated,
the good old days are out and amputated...

i know time won't roll back nor it would stop,
past is untouchable now and i just can't hop...

with these immaculate thoughts in my mind i still am baffled,
desire of mine is like a distant star which just cannot be grappled.........................

She is one damn B****

Oh God! Yes, Chitti and Kutti were right after all in predicting my boredom before they went away. I'll have to wait until the evening when I can drop a visit to any of my friends house. I got up at 9 'o' clock and have been online since with nothing else to do apart from watching the Olympics where India hasn't been faring well. I have been chatting with Sweety for atleast half an hour before lunch and a meagre 10 mins. after lunch. I think she's as fed up with boredom as me, and to make matters worse she can't walk properly due to the minor operation on her foot. Any way her college begins the day after tommorrow and she will engage herself in no time with new friends and stuff. I haven't any such luck as can't dream of my college opening before atleast a month passes. Chitti and Kutti will be starting today for London; it will be another two years atleast before they come back. This boredom.....

Never does she leave me,
notwithstanding my frantic attempts
to keep her in a safe distance.
She is all over me,
heedless to the utter disgust,
that I have developed in immense.

Though I despise her to the core,
I have had this live in relationship,
for more than a decade now.
Every night in my room,
before I catch up with forty winks,
hmm, to elaborate my etiquettes don’t allow.

I might be her only Love,
but that’s no reason
for me to be caught in her trap.
I cannot be married to her,
for the rest of my life,
fine if you brand me, a stone hearted chap.

Persistent, I can’t let her get,
or allow her conquest of my life,
‘coz I don’t see it as a positive sign.
I desperately need to find a way,
to beat her to death,
this damn 'boredom' of mine.

WOWwie......

WOW!!! Thats wunnerfull - i wish i could do it :-(
Please don't ask me to walk behind you.

The Loudest Call - My Bharat

Deathless it stands
undettered as a rock !
As ages pass,
and turn the clock.
My nation Bhārat
the greatest of all.
Today gives the world
one of its loudest calls.

The Call . . . . . . .
Come 'o' White & come 'o' Black
See my glory, nothing do I lack
Spiritual thoughts, you get in me
Picturesque beauty, come here and see
Tells you my people's intelligence:
"You can't continue
with your negligence"

Even your ancenstors,
came from here
I hav spread knowledge,
far and near
Today I reclaim my respect,
'cuase I've imparted wisdom
to each and every sect.
I've never asked,
for supremacy over the world
Never will I ever ask for it
I wan't to live
with you in harmony
What I just demand . . .
is respect . . .
What is just demand is respect . . .

-Nikhil Kulkarni.

Happy Independence Day

"Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we will redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance .... We end today a period of ill fortune, and India discovers herself again."
- Jawaharlal Nehru (Speech on Indian Independence Day, 1947)


The day when India woke up to freedom back in 1947 was a day of great celebration. A country got rid of her foreign yoke and became a sovereign nation, she celebrated her sovereignty on this day - the triumph of numerous martyred souls. It was a day of fulfillment, it was the day of a new beginning, a birth of a nation.
On the stroke of midnight, a country came into life again as the British handed over the governance of India to the Indian leaders. The long and difficult struggle had borne fruit at last, though the happiness was marred by the fact that the country was divided into India and Pakistan and the violent communal riots had left the countries permanently scarred. That was the price that India paid for her dearly bought freedom. The British government declared the country independent and left for their own shores.
On the 15th of August, 1947, India became completely independent. It was on this historic date that Jawaharlal Nehru, the first prime Minister of India, unfurled the Indian tricolor on the ramparts the magnificent Red Fort, symbolically marking the end of the fucking British colonial rule.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY - Jai hind

19th hole indeed

Why is the 19th hole so small? :-D

Hanged at last

At last Dhananjoy was hanged. serves him right; though they should have hanged the filthy idiot 14 years ago. For more information follow the hyperlink below:
Report from THE HINDU
Report from THE TRIBUNE

I'm jealous

I'm jealous, I wish I had a 'cock' that big :-D :-P

How well do u fare?

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Boredom - how bad it can get

Oh no! I have been putting up too many posts on love. I just can't get to understand it though.
The case with me is 'An idle man's blog is the devil's work shop'. I'm just sitting in front of the internet having nothing else to do literally the whole day; it's goin' to be this way until my college starts, and that's not before a whole month passes by. The last month and the forth coming one are the two extremes; it's like this: U spend a whole month (which seemed to have passed away in a second) with ur favourite people and the fuckin' next month(which seems to be going on for ever....) with no one to look at.
I'm grabbing my chances to while away my time though; the whole afternoon yesterday I was enjoying with my friends speeding away on the roads of Raj.
That's all for now...

Chee Chee Cheeeeeeeeeee...

Cheeeeeeeeeee; I wouldn't dream of doing it :-P.
You just stuck ur head in my shit.
Does it smell chicken; i had some last night ;-)

Chemistry of LOVE

Symbol : ILU
Atomic No. : 2
Atomic Weight : Varies from couple to couple
Position on Periodic Table : Close to Heart
Occurance : Occurs in highly reactive state in college compounds, cinema halls, parks and bus stops.
Method of Preparation :
By action of beauty upon heart, an exothermic reaction resulting in higher rate of blood circulation and faster heart beat.
By combination of two complex compounds commonly known as a boy and a girl.

Catalysts Used : Friends, cousins, movies, restaurants and a highly active imagination.
Reducing Agents : Parents, neighbours, teachers and society.

Girl + Parents -> Explosion resulting in loss of saline water from tear glands.
Boy + Reducing Agents -> Rebellions

Physical Properties :-
Physical State : Gas at human temperature.
Colour : Varying shades of pink.
Odour : Strong enough to sweep one off one's feet.
Chemical Properties :-
Action on Scientists : Love + Scientist -> Philosopher
Action on Teenagers : Love + Teenager -> Poet
Reacts vigourously with suppression.
Cannot be dissociated by use of "Scold" and "Beat" energy.
Uses :
Helps in food economy, as one who is in love forgets to eat and drink.
Small and subtle dosage is necessary, as it is good for the body and the mind.
Raw material for movie theme.
Non-conventional source of energy.
Inference : Though chemistry and I tried to define love, it still remains undefined!!!

WoNdErZ


Sweety gave this to me; just thought it was kinda' funny. So I included it here.
Current music : duvvina talane....[naa autograph-sweet memories]

Garfield and me

Garfield and I live very ordinary lives, like any other fifth cat and human (resp.) would. We do have our differences in opinion, he smacks spiders, I shudder at the very thought; he chases Odie, whereas for me, dogs are OK. He proudly admits that the only thing active about him is his imagination. !!Bingo!! and that's where we hit it off! (The only reason he doesn't blog is because he prefers jabbing away on the remote than on a keyboard)

Pigeon and Statue

Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue
-Anon

And some days when you are the latter, the cleaner is so close, sweeping nearby, you could almost stretch your hands and grab his collar and tell him to clean up all that gooey stuff. But lo and behold, the moment your hands reach the neck, he wriggles his way out and transforms himself into a pigeon.

Some days, irony stares at you in the face, so close, you need not even stretch your hands to gouge its eyes out.

Current Music - The instrumental theme from Lakshya

The last 3 weeks

Life's back to normal again; after Sweety, Chitti and kutti went back to where they came from. The last three weeks were like the best time in my life apart from the two years at hostel. Not another thought came to my mind except spending my time with my darling cousins. Although the family reunion takes place every two years, this time was the best as we are all older than we were the last time and that led to better understanding among us. We four raided all the icecream parlours in the town and put them into business. The soft ice cream machine at Home Needs must be missing us cause we all used to have atleast two rounds of icecream every evening. We ransacked the Bangalore bakery out of its puff supply and Anand sweets out of their sweet supply each day. I'm not forgetting Priyanka restaurant for the wonderful Butter chicken and Chilli chicken. However Chinna could not be with us most of the time as he had his examinations to cope up with. Every one of us enjoyed the trip to Godavari river which was in its full flow even though we could not go boating in it. I'm going to have a hearty laugh every time i pass by the tiny island in the middle of Godavari about which Chitti was very excited and wanted to buy it for herself. I will neither forget the animated chats we had nor the the usual teasing each other.

But i'm not at all dissapointed that i'm all alone again because of the optimist in me who looks forward for better days in the next reunion.

Current music : Gurtukostunnayee....... [naa autograph-sweet memories]

I am .....................

I just removed the article named 'PREREQUISITE FOR POETRY- STRUGGLE' from my posts. People are thinking i'm a poet of some sort and an extremely emotional person; well i'm not and would never like to be. I don't beleive that life is just a poetry and that we humans sway to the tunes of the rhymes. Well i think life is a battle to be won; That probably explains my ambitions to become the 'DICTATOR OF THE WORLD'. Human race should read and talk about me until it becomes extinct. My great great great great grandson should study history from books which have my photograph on the cover page. I'm starting to learn to shut my emotions, because you have to develop a HEART OF LEAD in order to win in the battle of life. Of what use is the life which passes-by unnoticed by the world in which your death is only mourned by your family and which is just 'another death' in the wide world?. That's why I want my death to be something which is discussed for generations to come and is mourned by every sane person in the world as the death of THE GREAT INDIAN WHO RULED THE WORLD.

Current music : Le Le Le Le.... [gudumba shankar]

My School life

I’m really looking forward for my engineering college to start; it means new campus, new professors, new friends, new hostel, new subjects and a new life. Last night I was thinking it would be better if I can manage to write down a note of every thing that happened in my life as far as I can remember, so that I can have no trouble in reminiscensing things for writing my autobiography at a latter age.

The following text was written by me some two years ago. Just thought I'd put it up here.

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Mrs.Kusuma was my first nursery teacher at Happy Model School to which I usually went on a rickshaw. I still remember the school so well even though I did not once go there after I left it; The morning prayer and VandeMataram done in the backyard; myself sitting in the corner of the class room being scared of talking to anyone or gaining the teachers attention. Then began my actual schooling at St.Ann’s Eng. Med. School, which was by far the best school in the town.

I went to the school on the school bus crying all the way. My first friend at school was Sushma who sat beside me on the first day of my school and continued with me until I left St.Ann’s; she was always the best student in our class and was the class leader. Mrs.Transfield was my LKG teacher to whose house I frequently went with my parents for many years until I left St.Ann’s. Mrs.Jennyfer was my class teacher when I was in UKG; I don’t remember much of her though except for her huge Christmas tree and the small glass of wine she offered us when we went to her house.

Ms.Hema was the teacher of my 1st std., I remember her to be really beautiful; there was a time when she scolded me for my bad handwriting and she herself praised me for improving my writing later.

Mr.Clinton was my class teacher in 2nd std.; I wasn’t having a good impression of him at that time because he used to conduct daily tests and punish everyone who didn’t fare well in the tests, but I was a really good student anyway.

I remember Mrs. Sujata Suresh, who was our class teacher in 3rd std.; she was such a crank pot and a really scary looking woman with whom I had to go to school in the auto until I left St.Ann’s. Sr. Virgin Mary was my mathematics teacher that year; she came to my house along with Sujatha teacher and had dinner with my family after praying for us. Mr. O.V.Ramana taught us Science and Ms.Girija continued to teach telugu this year also after 1st and 2nd stds.

Mrs. Narsamma was my 4th std. class teacher who taught us Mathematics. Mrs.Saradha taught us Social Studies. Mrs. Suguna taught us Science; everyone in the class of 60 students was scared of her. Mrs.Sujatha continued to teach English. Mr Mallikarjuna Rao taught Telugu that year; he was such a sport but strict teacher. This year the Silver Jubilee Celebrations of our school took place in such a grand scale with atleast 6000 people who came to watch it besides being telecasted live on TV.

Mr. Ojha was our class teacher in 5th std.; he taught us Hindi and used to punish students mercilessly. Mr.Thompson taught us mathematics, Sr. Deepa taught us English; she was such a good teacher and I was her favourite student in the class of around 70. Mrs.jansi taught us telugu; she was very particular on hand writing and made us copy write daily. Sr. Josmy taught us Social Studies; she is my all-time favourite teacher who had a style of her own; she conducted regular quizzes and all. Mr.R.V. Prasad taught us Science. I usually sat in the first bench and the first two benches were like a group; we studied together and played together.

Sr.Josmy happened to be my class teacher in 6th std.; she was a really young nun who had a cool glow on her face. Unfortunately she was transferred somewhere else at the end of the year. Mrs. Don taught us Mathematics that year; and I was her fav. Student in the class. Mrs. Mahalakshmi taught us telugu; she was famous all round the school for the vigour with which she punished students. I was lucky enough to escape her fury as the doctor warned her not to get excited after a small accident.

Mr. Nagendra Prasad was my class teacher in 7th std. Mr. Nageswara Rao who was known to be a brilliant teacher taught us Mathematics. Mrs Subbalakshmi taught us English. Mr Mallikarjuna rao taught us Telugu. Ms.Brazitta taught us hindi that year. Sr.Deepthi taught us Geography.

Mrs Girija who came from Singapore the previous year taught us English in 8th std.; she was a really good teacher. Sr.deepti taught us History. Miss.Suzikutti taught us Geography. Mrs.Nirmala taught us Biology and Chemistry while Mr.V.V.Ramana thought us Physics; he was a very good teacher but the worst critic I have ever seen, he finds a fault with everything literally. Mr.Nageshwar Rao continued to teach Mathematics this year also. This was a pretty messy year. However this was my last year at Sr.Ann’s school. I remember the glorious building, which taught me for 10 years and laid foundation for my whole life as strong as its own foundations. The huge school is worth its weight in gold. I can never forget the classrooms in which I studied and the grounds on which I played for 10 years. I’m waiting for the day when the grand school can proudly teach its students about its old student (me).

The next two years 9th and 10th stds. I studied in NNT School, which was established by old St.Ann’s teachers. It was a small school and it was like a family. All the teachers were young and were such a sport to be with. I remember Mrs.Hafeeza who taught English, Miss.Yamini who taught us Physics, Mr.Muralidhar who taught us Biology, Mrs. Vasudha who taught us Geography and economics, Mrs. Sarvani who taught us history and civics, Ms. Sireesha who taught us Biology, Mrs. Maheswari who taught us Physics, Mrs. Vishala who taught us English, Mr.Bhaskar who taught us Physics and the directors Mr.Nageshwara Rao, Mr Nagendra Prasad and Mr. Thompson Eliot. I can remember the farewell party we gave to our seniors in 9th std., the party given to us by our juniors and the one we gave to our teachers in 10th std., the Teacher’s day celebration in which I staged a play along with my friends. And how can i even dream of forgetting the excursion in 9th std. which covered Simhachalam, Annavaram where we took a bath in a small canal, Borra caves full of enchanting rock formations and stalagmites, Visakhapatnam which was a beautiful city ; the view from atop the Kailasagiri and the beach. And the best of all Araku valley with spellbinding scenes donned in natural beauty and chill, to bear which i had to wear two sweaters and a monkey cap. The journey from Visakhapatnam to Borra caves on the train was the best as the train passes through 28 tunnels; the water falls on the left and the deep green valley on the right holds your mind glued to the scene. The enjoyment in bus with all my friends and teachers for nearly four sleepless days was once-in-a-lifetime experience.

No one wishes to forget the days of his childhood; as a Telugu poet prays:
"Vundo ledo Swargam;
naa punyam naaku echhaye.
Naa sarwaswam neeku istha;
naa 'baalyam' naaku echhaye."
meaning:
"I don't know whether there is a heaven or not;
give me back my merit.
I will give you everything you ask for;
Give me back my childhood in return"

(Wow, and do I preach, this halo round my head is getting to be very uncomfortable though, I would gladly replace it with the devil's horns to feel at ease ;)

Current Music - Krishna - Colonial Cousins