I don’t even know what to title this!

April 19, 2010

well..i thought our bhimsen joshi was the star dancer..

but this lady could have well landed a role in ‘The exorcist’




March 22, 2010

On the eve of my english board exam..perhaps it wouldn’t be correct or as per the ‘108 rules of being a goodexcellentIITAIIMs student of indian ..wait south indian origin’, to read dilbert strips and check out videos on how to remove those cubes from a 3 by 3 rubik’s cube. (basically how to cheat) but ahh well….im past caring.

but back to the rules…which are imposed almost in every indian household or if you’re parents are nice enough every indian school and believe me..these aren’t just stereotypes..:-

1) Eat vendakai (lady’s fingers or okra is better i believe ) before maths exam.

2)Apart from vendakai you must be on a strict diet of thayir sadam ( curd rice) and coffee (when you are woken up by your over-anxious mother at 3 in the morning)

3)The Tv must be disconnected for an entire month…no..three months…much to the dismay of serial-watching pattis

4)your brain must turn into avial before the exam….its a sign of hardwork.

5)You should compare yourself with your neighbour,old man in the street,brick layer,patti,your father,your uncle,your classmate,your friend and enemies..you must outshine them! coconut oil to the rescue!!!!!!

6)beats the heat,oil in your head….says amma who makes you drink horlicks while you memorize the value of pi.

7)An ideal student has a name that is actually as long as the alphabet itself.

Venkatasubramaniam balakrishnamachari vishnusahasranamadeha muttal

8) his mother is one who sutthufies 10 million hanuman temples and does angapradhakshanam in the name of lord ganapathi.

9) All good students use only cello pen,apsara pencil and nataraj sharpener.

10) all students must, by the time they finish three exams turn into catastrophic mush-brain sociopathic introverts…and write senseless blog entries after that.


January 5, 2010

English exam tomorrow…have julius caesar.

here comes a Marc Anthony when comes such another!?

like one man rightly said… in cinema there’s before brando and after brando.




December 13, 2009

No one in this entire world has used the cigarette so articulately and so ish-tylishly as rajnikanth.

No one in this world is at par with chuck norris except for rajnikanth.

No one has gotten  more pal-abhishekhams from the fanatic movie-watching,rajni-saar loving crowd of tamil nadu (basically all of its population)

No one can pottuthali-fy gundas and meditate in some unknown cave in the himalayas at the same time..

A tribute to the person who is so powerful at entertaining people and yet so humble.

You may not be the best actor sir! but no one can beat the “yen vazhi…thani vazhi” (my way is a different way)

happy birthday….(we celebrated your birthday at little italy do you know that?)


Wit,words and wisdom..

December 6, 2009

There isn’t anyone who can put to word an adventure….better than Mark twain..

A man who was talented from his first cry…he is certainly my favourite american author..

I mean who can not enjoy tom sawyer or huck finn?..

Prince and the pauper..what a brilliant tale!

I was at a bookstore yesterday and well i wasn’t too pleased with all the new books there was…and yeah …i mean boohoo organised crime and gunshots and affairs..there was no storyteller as great as twain or dickens or durrell or allen poe….

ahh the classics..*sigh..

"I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way."

Bhimsen joshi and break dance

November 21, 2009

Well of the many inspiring and talented musicians in our country there are a few people who stand out the most.

Dr.balamuralikrishna ,S.P.balasubramaniam,M.S subbalakshmi are all geniuses..

one such person was bhimsen joshi..winning over fans and critics this guy will blow off your mind.

But why break dance?

well i think he is a humorous singer despite his stark and serious stare..:)

and you’ll know why if you care to watch the video below.


November 16, 2009

Well…am in a very 60s hippie mood now!

go woodstock!!
this brilliant music festival where practically every music giant of that era has played,sung and danced on…

max yasgur’s  600 acre farm knew little that summer come…it would be overwhelmingly filled with young artists and spectators who all advertised their quest for peace and yeah…er…drugs..:)

1969 was probably one of the best years to be there……and yeah………..i wish i was there too..not in a mad acid trance but atleast getting the essence of music as it should be…

And the flowers sing in D minor.

November 15, 2009

friends is hilarious.

smelly cat ,smelly cat

what are they feeding you?

smelly cat,smelly cat

it’s not your fault.


ahhhhhhhh geography!! sucks…


have to study ..

gotta go…


Cloudy sunny day

November 13, 2009

Wonderful day today…bright and blue and a few clouds hanging around like cotton rolls on a blue floor..

Im feeling cynical from the morn…but not so cynical at the same time

finished reading a book called adrian mole: the wilderness years.

full of sexplicit details of a failed man…funny book that one.

Ahh only hope mum doesn’t find this as im not going to have her think i read C grade british books which contain words like ‘sex’ or ‘suspenders’…

hope lives on.

Wrote a poem untitled..

came out horribly and yeah..it also explained why it come out horribly..

Went for math tuition..found out i have to work harder to get into my school again for 11 and 12 grade.

Have to start studying chemistry..

have to eat frozen chocolate lying in the freezer.

wore colour dress to school today..and is pissed off with the spell check….because ‘colour’ is not accepted but ‘color’ is….im not american you idiot!

apologises to spell check..(and finds out that apologises is not allowed but apologizes is allowed)

have to work on guitar….poor polly is being abandoned thanks to the miasma of  peer pressure circulating in my room screaming..”study!study!study!’.

annoyed that im a bugging teenager.(i’m clearly trying not to swear)


I sit I write

I stand I write

I eat I write

I breathe I write

But when I write I’m not so bright

and thus I don’t really write so right

I have all these weird notions

criticisms on face lotions

My head explodes like a marching band

but stops when the music comes to my hand

Rains of thoughts flood me

droughts of words dry me

In the end I shrink

to catastrophic levels

and write about bowels.(blech!)


loch ness!

My basic writing ethos

is filled with only pathos

Heck! I can’t even reproduce

two lines off of king bruce

or write about shakespeares

without inducing tears

But i will continue writing

I admit its quite exciting

And i’ll stop this pitiful ballad


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November 7, 2009

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