Adieu to '12

2012 you are coming to an end,, so much experience have you given me.. You made a totally different person from what I was in 2011.. The fun, the friends, the stress, the pain, so much new had you given me... A bow to you, as you leave... Thank you so much..:)

The bickering and bantering, the happiness and sadness, the joy and sorrow for the chapter 2012 has reached its end...

A new chapter of ’13 is beginning.. I have of loads of expectations on you my dear ’13 ... don’t even think about letting me down..Even if you do let me down..Remember you have a end too.. ;)

Unspoken Words

I don’t think it is the right time to post this or the right way to do it. I am doing it for my own peace of mind. It is one those parts of my head or heart, whatever you want to call it, you call it that wants to be shouted out.

Memories and pain

We had fun, we made memories, we lived our lives happily, we shared silly things that happened to us, we made fun of each other, we recalled old memories when we met each other, and we were happy. Now, you all left me without a good bye, people who made happy memories are making those memories painful, friends who taught me to have fun are no more, where do I now go to share a memory, to remember and laugh at an old memory when I can feel only pain in remembering them?!

I wanted to pay them the last rights. I was at Chennai asking my parents to allow me. My parents were asking me what you can do when you go there. You are right my dear amma and appa what can I do now? What can I do?? I can’t save them now, can I?  Dear mom and dad these people, these friends of mine who died were the same age as your son, they were his class mates, we made memories which we can proudly look back now with a smile in our faces. We had fun along the way we grew. They are no more. I have got only their memories left with me. I have lost 4 of my friends, 2 of my best ones, they could have changed the world ma, and they really can. I am crying here all alone, you know ma they were there when I went to first movie with friends. Ma there won’t be any visits from Nishanth when I come for holidays. We have no one to call kosu now. Who is there to call ‘mama’ now? We have lost four people ma four living, loving people. I am bleeding inside out. If I had been in Nagercoil I too might have gone with them to that wretched place ma. If I had been there I could have called for help or died trying to help ma. Yeah I was safe in Chennai. What was the use? I couldn’t even pay last respect to my friends. I should have gone against your decision and went to Nagercoil. But I was afraid to see their faces ma. My dear friends’ faces. Those smiling faces which I had know very well. I am so sorry da. I should have come, I should have spent the whole pooja holidays in Nagercoil, and I should have been with you and helped you out when you all drowned.

I may not be the best person to write about my friends but I want to. In the whole 12th batch of our year in Nagercoil if you ask any one person they will know Lerroy for sure. They would have at least heard of him. Lerroy, the jack of all trades.  Just a look at him you want to be friends with him. A word with him you want him to be your best friend. Lerroy is no more. The person we called ‘kosu’ is no more. No one will say “yei yei” or “he he he” any more to mock him.  We ate our lunches together at school. He is a slow eater when we ask him why such a long time to eat. He would say that is secret that makes him so lean.  The brilliant Lerroy is no more. Nishanth, a friend that everyone needs. He was the lighter side of life, bringing laughter at all times. When he and I were in hometown he made it a point to come to my home. Now I have lost someone who thought I was worth enough in this world. He always took a calculated step, cautious always, my dear friend why were you not cautious on that fateful day?? Was it that seeing you friends in trouble you did not bear to bring your cautious thoughts? We lost you all. Why didn’t you brilliant people use your wits and called for help. Ponga da dai.. yenda ippadi panniteenga?? 

When I look back on my school days I can only remember French classes, during those classes we had more free hours than classroom lecture, during those times it was always fun to be with you guys. Computer sciences classes, exams, how many countless memories with you when I look back at school?? I don’t think I would have got this much marks in maths without you Nishanth. When I look back at school, I only remember you people. You made me the person I am today.

These people who died were a son, a brother, a cousin, a nephew, and more such relations... But they were our friends. We mourn their death now. We will try and build their unfinished legacy. We will paint them bright and show to God that it was wrong of him to take our friends so early. We are going to make their memory proud...

Miss you all da..:(

கீழே விழும் போதெல்லாம் எனக்கு பயம் வந்ததில்லை ..

பயம் என்ற ஒன்றை மறக்க வைத்தாய் ..

உன் தோளை எனக்கு ஏணியாக கொடுத்தாய் ..

நண்பன் என்ற வார்த்தைக்கு 'என் உயிரை விட மேல்' என அர்த்தம் சொன்னாய்..

நீ கீழே விழுந்த போது என்னால் கை கொடுக்க முடியவில்லை ..

உன் உயிரை காப்பாற்ற என்னால் இயலவில்லை ...

உயிர் கொடுப்பான் தோழன் என்று சொன்னார்கள் ...

வாழ்ந்தால்  ஒன்றாக வாழ்வோம் இல்லை சேர்ந்தே மடிவோம் என்று கேலிக்கு நாம் பேசியதை நிருபித்து காட்டுகிறாயா நண்பா ??

 உன்னிடம் கோபம் எனக்கு ...

என்னை அழைக்காமல் சென்று விட்டாயே ..

என்னை தனியே விட்டு சென்று விட்டாய் ...

உன்னிடம் கதைகள் கதைத்து மகிழ்ந்த நினைவுகள் எனக்குச் சாவின் வலியை காட்டுகிறது...

நண்பனே, சொல்லாமல்  பிரிந்து சென்று விட்டாய் ..

அப்படியே விட்டுவிடுவோமா உன்னை..??

உனது பெயரை உலகறிய செய்வோம்..

இது உன் முடிவல்ல உனது தொடக்கம்...

P.S. When I die I want my dead body taken surrounded by friends, of course relatives will come, they’ll come because they think it is their duty but if you are a friend you have to go, it is more than your duty. I am more than sorry that I couldn’t be a good friend.

எழுவது புதிதல்ல வீழ்வது அதற்கு தானே ...

எழுவது எனக்கு புதிதல்ல ...

கீழே விழுந்தே நான் எழ கற்றுக் கொண்டேன் ...

வீழ்ந்து விட்டேன் என எள்ளி நகை ஆடுகிறாய் ...

எனக்கு மகிழ்ச்சி ...

உன் சிரிப்பின் ஒலி ஒவ்வொன்றையும் நான் சேகரிக்கிறேன் ...

தினமும் அதை கேட்டே காலையில் எழ நினைக்கிறேன் ..

எனது வாழ்வின் நோக்கத்தை அது தெளிவாக்குகிறது ..

நான்  எழுந்த பின்பு உனது பொய் சிரிப்பை என்னிடம் காட்ட வேண்டும் அல்லவா ..

கண்ணாடியில் வரும் உன் பிம்பத்தை பார்த்து உன் பொய் சிரிப்பை சரி செய்து கொள் ..

நீ நடிகன் என்பதை நான் புரிந்து கொண்டேன் .. உன் நடிப்பு சிறக்க எனது வாழ்த்துக்கள் ..

உனது பொய் சிரிப்பு ஒவ்வொன்றும் என் வெற்றியின் கனியாகவே சுவைக்க போகிறேன் ...

நீ என் எதிரி அல்ல .. எனது ஏணி ...

இது என் முடிவல்ல எனது தொடக்கம்...

வாழ கற்றுக்கொள் ...

A Boy’s Point of View

 A Pointless Observation

Disclaimer: All events below are true to my knowledge and best of my experiences. I assure you the people I have used below are real, and will readily kill me if they get to know I am using them here. Love you all people.

You are going to hear nothing new in here. There are several blogs like this where you will find whiny teenagers, adolescents crying or complaining how they hate their life because of a boy or a girl. As I am a boy I am here to whine about girl problems.

You may find this interesting or utterly boring, that depends on how you take everything.

Have you ever noticed how everyone goes to their friends for advice on their relationship with the opposite sex? And if you had noticed properly it’s always the friend who has no relationship or a girlfriend is the one we ask advice for. I have always wondered why these saviours don’t have a lover. But the truth is these people share their best ideas for their secret crush and are too shy to execute them for themselves. Everyone have their best ideas for their loved ones but very few have succeeded in making their ideas come true.

Now, coming back to the girl part, in the short span of twenty years of my life I have no right to judge anyone. I have no experience, no knowledge or any idea about the field of girls (it is a wide field you see). But I have some friends who say stories about girls, at the end of each story I always feel more hatred to the womankind. I could never prove whether he was telling stories or truth, because I never knew those girls.

You know girls it’s very easy to keep a boy happy. First, make sure you are only close with one boy, make him believe he is special; he will do wonders for you. Secondly never make the boy hear busy tone when he is calling you. Of course you are in an important call just cut short your call, and tell him the reason by calling him, you are right he won’t believe you, but be truthful. Even better way is even when you are busy try attending his call and telling him you are doing something important. He will be anyway angry with you but still you took the step. Some advisor friend of him will make him see your steps.

Boys speak to all girls the same way. If he likes someone more than the others he would do things for her which he would never do to anyone, anyway she will never get to know that she is that someone. And I don’t know how a girl behaves when she likes someone. I am totally confused in the way they think in this part.

I tried getting close to a girl once. That once was an awesome experience I began to hate girls after that.  Not that she was bad; I was too good for her. This is self boasting. Still, I am little bit good and she was not someone I would call good. I learnt a lot from that experience, no wonder she haunts me a lot in my dreams still. Girls have a sense of good or bad for the things they do, just like us they too want to break the rules, go out, do crazy stuff all that and more. I would never say it is a bad thing. But the way they do it is turning out to be bad. I know I should not control how people behave or control the way they do things in my mindset they are bad and I respect your mindset too. My sense of bad or good only depends on the truth you tell me I don’t like to bask in the sunshine of lie; I would rather prefer to be sweltered in the heat of the truth. And if I found that you are lying believe me you are ugliest and the worst creature in my book. If you are not ready to accept the truth about you to me, I have no reason to be your friend or anything. If you are going to feed me with your shitty and ugly truth, sugar coating it with lies is not going to make any difference. If its shit, that is all I need to know.

And why do I hate all girls because of the lie a single girl told me? Actually I don’t hate all girls, I hate girls whom I don’t know and some girls I know. After her, for me all of the opposite genders are bad and I hate them till I get to know them well enough. I knew a few of those opposite gender I respect. Not because they did something for me. I just respect one or two for the things they told me. And I do not believe any of that. I respect them because they put in their time for me when they don’t have to.

For all this useless and pointless things I said above are to vent off my thoughts through some way. This write up has no point. Sorry for wasting your time. Live your awesome life to the most.

Live Life!

Believe all, Trust None!

Story of a Wrist Watch

Not just based on a true story.. I am narrating the TRUTH...

 I will be contradicting myself from the beginning till the end so this story is not advisable for the weak of heart or the weak of mind.

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person (living or dead) or a clock or a candle stand or your own wrist watch or anything that comes to your puny mind other than a fictional wrist watch is purely coincidental. (Especially when the story is about a wrist watch you can’t bring any resemblance to a person or can you???)

On a splendid day a wrist watch was born, the father bracelet and the mother pocket watch were very happy. (It is a fantasy story, just shut up and read. The hero is born People. Give respect.)Our hero is born he was really a cute guy and he has got a lot of special features. The problem with his lot of features was it was not easy to use by the wearer, that killed our guy’s charm. But our guy always showed the time right but with added features he was out of league for the wearers (because a lot of people in this world are stupid) and his counter parts (other wrist watches duh!). Even with his speciality, he made friends with a gang who shared some of his features and tried to be happy

Wrist Watch(Not our Hero!!!)

The picture was found in the net it is just a pictorial representation of a wrist watch and is not our hero.

 

All the watches in his gang had separate unique wearers but our guy had none. The wrist watch was delighted to see his friends being worn. He wanted to be enjoyed in the same way but as always in stories our hero had never a wearer. This did not sadden our hero he enjoyed his life. Whenever his friends came to play with him he was there for them. When they were not there for him he learned to enjoy his own ‘tick tock’, nothing deterred our hero.

Slowly his loneliness taught him he was a special wrist watch made not for the common wearers. Not just the loneliness taught him that he tried to pursue a wearer and make the wearer his own, he did not understand mockery and rejection were at the end of the agreement. Not just this lesson made him to understand his speciality; our guy tired a lot of things and failed. He did things like jumping in a pool of water to show he was more water resistant, getting himself electrocuted to show that he was shock proof, falling from great heights to show that he was unbreakable. Though he failed in all the things he tried he always showed the right time nothing changed his ability to show the right time. These lessons made him understand how special he was.

Our special little wrist watch (I have used the word little cause it was nice to write but actually our guy is big.. humungous you may call it, it has lot of feature you know) was a really helpful guy, he loved to help. Our wrist watch knew some wearers (when a pocket watch and a bracelet could give birth to a wrist watch, a wrist watch can know people!) these wearers have their own wrist watches but those wrist watches did not have the special features our wrist watch has. So these wearers come to our wrist watch when they need any help. Our dear hero always helps the wearers when they ask him (you may think what a wrist watch can do for help? He can tell time in 30 different languages out loud, so f#@k off he can do some help)

One day a wearer came to the wrist watch and asked him to show the time (in our story any watch can do that)?!? Our hero was confused but as any hero would do, he showed the wearer the right time. The wearer said “Sorry I asked the time to you, I should not have involved you in this matter of time but I did not know to whom else to go.. you always showed the right time that is the reason I came to you” but all our guy wanted was a thank you not a reason, because the wrist watch knew that the b*tc# could have seen the time in the mobile or a home wall clock or could have asked to another wearer who has a wrist watch, they too would have shown the time but maybe with a minute or two different than the right time. Yet the b*tc#, sorry, the wearer chose our hero to ask for time he was grateful for it. Because he understood that he was called for help as the wearer(the b*tc#) knew he was used by no one.True Story Bro.

Actually the real story goes like this, once upon a time there was a wrist watch which showed time, then one fine day it stopped at 2:40 because its battery was dead. The End.

It is a story of a wrist watch, what more do you expect????