Showing posts with label dark side. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dark side. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 February 2008

Valentine’s Day: Event log.

‘Love is in the air…blah blah…blah blah(again)…Happy Valentine’s day’, said an early morning message I received from Lakshmi Bhuvaneshwaran, a good old friend of mine from school. I woke up only to find the day looking like any other day.
Wait…let me can all the crap and get to the point…let’s fast forward to the point where all of us were done having a Chicken Biriyani at Sapphire that had me boasting throughout on how good the Chicken Biriyani at ‘Topform’ was, call it regionalism. Soon afterwards we decide to surprise Jayan who seemed to be in a total hurry to rush off to his place with Akri on ‘Valentine’s day’…I have no guesses for what the reasons could be. This is the age when guys stay back at college even if a strike is called, go to empty labs and ‘flirt’ with each other only to fall prey to the prying eyes of poor uninformed faculty who are unaware of deviations in sexual orientations of the modern world. Embarrassed at being caught red handed at their naughty act, they blog offering explanations…blasphemous!!

A bike sped off with a roaring two stroke engine with 14bhp of untamed power, the Sreekaryam boys were on it. The Stallion said it’d tag along…and I took off on my ride with the only committed, ‘proudly wearing red’ guy among as my pinion rider.

Yamaha and Honda…whoever said that they were companies competing with each other in the land of rising sun was seriously mistaken. The head start and 0.7 bhp of additional power was no excuse for us to lag behind the Sreekariyam boys, we had to be first, we had to be first at least to satisfy the additional 17 cubic cm of air that our ride spat out every exhaust stroke. I decide to go full throttle only to find ourselves getting nowhere near the Sreekariyam boys. Disheartened by a strong ego pull, I decide to give up the race and make face of a seasoned racer who thinks of himself as too good to race. A sudden and heavy downpour exaggerates the melancholy and makes it hard to actually ride, which, as we shall later discover led to the downfall of the Stallion.
Having lost all hope of catching up with the Sreekariyam boys we deicided to wait for the Stallion to join us. As we wait one of the Sreekariyam boys makes a call to inform us that they're actually waiting for us near the museum. Aha! So they didn't rush off after all...shortly after that call, Jedi Master AS calls.

Jedi Master Gemo: Nee evide?
Jedi Master AS: Njanonnu slip aayi..
Jedi Master Gemo: Vallom pattiyo?
Jedi Master AS: Umm..kai murinju!
Jedi Master Gemo: Evide vacha?
Jedi Master AS: Kaudiar CCDkku aduthu.

CCD Kaudiar, Valentine's Day...was Jedi Master AS watching the traffic or was he staring elsewhere so as to not miss something? After Ragam 07, I think the second one is more likely. Anyway, within minutes I and Jedi Master Varun arrive at the scene..and find Jedi Master AS with a face that could also have said, 'Dude, I think I shit in my pants'. The Sreekariyam boys arrived soon and all of us together tried our best to look concerned. The Stallion looked fine but was not without a few bruises on its face.

I rushed with our hero to ‘Santhwana’ hospital only to be greeted by a roomful of eager nurses, much to our hero’s delight. I left our hero alone with all the nurses and his imagination. Meanwhile I went back to fetch the Stallion and bid Jedi Master Varun and the Sreekariyam boys good bye. Within minutes I was back at Santhwana Hospital and waited for our hero to run out of his imagination, which was going to be like..never. Few minutes and five stitches later our hero arrived at the hospital lobby…meanwhile…Jedi Master Gemo was being ‘forcibly’ engaged by the deceivingly beautiful hospital receptionist. JM Gemo, who was (and is) alien to the dark side of the force had no idea that he was being played on…his ‘innocence’ was being cleverly utilized by the allies of the Sith in disguise. Thanks to the timely intervention by injured but brave JM AS, the day is saved and JM Gemo was saved. Thanks to JM AS, the sands and waves of Goa can still sing about the virtues of JM Gemo.

Thursday, 7 February 2008

I'm still jobless.. Hurray!

We had the first taste of the famed CET Career Guidance and Placement Unit (CGPU) yesterday. Placements are slated to begin in July. The statistics showed only 3.7% didn't manage to get placed last year out of the qualified students registered in CGPU. That's something to cheer about, but one question lurked in mid air. How would I manage to get not placed? No, I didn't get the question wrong way round. Hopefully after reading the post you might understand why that question arise in mind, even if it was only for a moment.

There's a question that's being thrown around a lot these days - Are you ready for a job? After the question is asked rhetorically by someone, everyone goes silent at the same time. Though most of us recover fast, the feeling of uncertainty doesn't wane away. So what makes the question so potent? There seems to be many reasons.

First of all, though we say education is a continuous process, is it really true. I feel the knowledge gathering process grind to a halt after you enter a job. The second is freedom or at least the illusion of freedom. The freedom of movement, thought and expression will be curtailed. Another is the simple fact of higher responsibility.

Humans work an average 8 of the 16 hours we're awake. That adds up to about half of your life spend to survive in the other half. Was it like that always, or did industrial revolution blind us?

Simpsons Quote of the Day:
Mr. Burns: I’ll keep it short and sweet - Family. Religion. Friendship. These are the three demons you must slay if you wish to succeed in business.

Friday, 4 January 2008

Who am I?

No posts still, this year? This is a story I wrote long ago. I'd published it in my personal blog, but most of you might not have read it. My apologies to all who've seen it before. Here it goes:



[With great powers come great responsibility. This is my gift, my curse. Who am I?
-Spiderman, The Movie]

"Being a celebrity is not easy. It is even more harder when you yourself have achieved so much in life." This was the thought that crossed my mind while walking on the beautiful Marina Beach with my friend Emma. I could still recall the events of previous night's Christmas party...

Enjoying a warm kiss from your lover is an experience not to be forgotten. Her lips closer and closer to mine. I can still feel the taste of her lipstick. I'd just started out with Emma...when those damn reporters. They burst out of nowhere, ruining my entire day (night to be exact). Seems like they r born for paparazzi, following me everywhere, waiting to take a snap when i least expect them. The questions they ask...How long have you been dating?...Did you get together during the shoot of "Yeh Jawani"...Are you going to marry?...goes on and on...and they've got their No.1 article for Page 3.

Just when the rapid fire round ended, came the flurry of fans. The fans are good only for one thing, to watch and promote my movies. Otherwise they are hell of a trouble. The rest of the evening was thus spent in writing out autographs for my fans...couldn't reject them because i knew the paparazzi was still around and i din want to have two Page 3 articles in the same weekend.

Back to Emma and the Marina Beach, the problem was still haunting me. Heads turned around from all sides to look at us. Why don't these people leave us alone for a while? Even the beggars in the street had their say in my problems. One child, in torn clothes, and holding an aluminium jar approached us. The jar had few coins in them and he made a weird noise by shaking the jar. I refused to give him money and tried to shoo him away. But instead he turned to Emma and started begging again. I made signs with my hand telling her not to give anything. Suddenly the kid snatched her bag and ran as fast as he could away from the beach. I told Emma to stay right there and started chasing him. That was the last time I saw her...alive.

He was really fast for me. He also had the added advantage of the beach being his territory. He ran into the fishing colony, making me chase him around thatched houses and fishing boats. Then I started hearing the first hints of trouble. I looked behind me. At first i thought it was some kind of a cloud. But it came closer every second, growing larger and larger in size. Devastating was it's effect-the killer wave left nothing behind...she took my love with her. I cried out to return her to me...No she wouldn't. It was entirely my mistake...I should have shed my pride. Seconds later the wave engulfed me. I tried clinging on to a coconut tree that stood nearby...no use. The tree came off the ground. I still didn't give up. Little did i know then that it would save my life. We traveled together for half a kilometer and then the wave stopped. I thanked God for the first time in several years for sparing my life. Then I blacked out...

Days later i regained consciousness for a while. The doctor asked "Who are you?". For the first time in life, I'd been made mute. I turned my head around and saw that the boy who robbed Emma was lying in the bed near mine. I remembered flashes of him clinging on to the same coconut tree. I replied "I'm his father". The doctor cleared his throat and said, "Your son died few moments ago". I wept.

Friday, 30 November 2007

Return of the JEDice

"HAA HA HA, HAHAHA HA HA", the thing laughed on... Iceman looked on unperturbed, this thing had grown much powerful, thanks in part to his training it during its early years. Here it stood in front of his eyes and dared to mock him. "I am much stronger than you, master" it said in its silly sounding electronic voice with a slight of voice thrown in for the last word. "Yes, you have grown stronger but dare you think yourself strong enough to challenge me?", if it wanted mind games he would give it plenty and more."You underestimate my powers, master", came the reply." Just remember kid, all that you know i taught you; but i did not teach you all that I know"."Enough of the talking", it growled and whisked out its weapon, described as resembling a tube light by some crude minded (ass)souls who would have neither the fortune nor the pluck to see it in close range in their lifetimes.
"You have been consumed by your ambition", said Ice as he coolly whisked his weapon out and equipped it in one smooth motion. The tube light thingy emitted a slight humming sound. The thing stared back at him with contempt, "I will rule this universe, and it will be much better off like that". They were now stalking each other, walking in a circle, each closely watching the other so that no surprise attack would be possible. " A wise man i know would tell you if he could see you now- ' Blinded by the dark side you are (about halfway down the path to the dark side was a portion of the path not illuminated by street lighting and hence the saying), train yourself to let go of all the things you fear to lose' ( for example: certain 'colorfully' dressed clowns escaped from circus, books bought at five times their original price from distant 'landmarks', certain airport landing patches capable of walking around, ability to get drunk and lie senseless on a beach after having just a whiff of wine, imported 'goods' from Alabama, native 'goods' of recent academic excellence, stupid looking long hair falling over a naturally stupid face, the ability to make matches for lone gals by a mere look of interest... the list goes on and on, but i think i have successfully driven the point home)". The thing smirked, "I think i know the little green creature who talks like that".'swish...', it was all over in the blink of a human eye (none if the human was blind or did not have an eye of course). The head of the thing still wore the smirk as it hit the ground a couple of seconds before the body. "No one and i mean no one insults moskyoda in front of me". The thing lying in front of him dead now, while alive had the habit of speaking in too loud a voice, with stammers thrown in and repeatedly uttered the primitive sound 'pullu' and was called Sujeesh.