HELL-O...

On the evening of June the 21st 2005 , 7 tired souls aboard the navjeevan express were gettin ready to alight at Ahmedabad. A kind hearted gentleman, apparently a local, offered these souls some solace by reassuring them about taxi fares and prepaid billing and all that, and even went to the extent of bargaining with some local cabbies to get these sevensome a fair fare deal..
That done, the secret seven(?!) now started the last leg of their journey, fully loaded with tons of luggage, on 3 taxis, rocketing thro the rocky roads (rings a bell anyone?), in search of a place called Vastrapur.
Girish and deepak were on the same cab, and discussing how ahmedabad suddenly looked like Ooty and suddenly the next moment some place looked exactly like mylapore... Thorougly exhausted, Girish was slowly drifting off, when Deepak spotted something.
Vastrapur, said a sign board.
And up ahead, they could see Vaibhav restaurant, a place that Ramu mama had prescribed for south indian food. Excited, they craned their necks to see what was to come, and then they saw lights in the distance.
'Dude', said Deepak.
As the place slowly came into view, the first word to meet their eye was Management. Moving to the edge of their seats, they then saw the engraving, Ahmedabad. As the taxi got closer and closer, the entire sign came into full view..
Ahmedabad Management Association, it said.
The taxi moved on, and the visibly frustrated duo settled back into the barely sittable seats, when the taxi slowed and swerved to the left.
A guard met them at what looked like an entrance and babbled something in Gujju-or-hindi-or-whatever to the driver. They could see they were entering a huge campus, but there were no sign boards in view, no arches, nothing at all !!!!!!!!!
Girish started mumbling his usual prayer-words as the taxi glided past the gates.
'Dude.. big moment, actually", said Deepak.
The taxi stopped.
'Kadavule', said Girish, loud enough for the heavens to hear it and take note, and then proceeded to open the doors and set foot on IIM soil.

Wish me luck.
Will post soon.
Cheers.

ps :: Prayers for Rani chandran
ps2 :: happy birthday 'best friend' aarthi!
ps3 :: Wish J luck too.. dei waitin for news from u... how is IIMB?
ps4 :: Check out http://girish.squarespace.com for an interesting update. More stuff coming there this week :-)

Life is Good..

Dear Blog,
This is a line that i am typing for ABCD's purposes. This line is gonna be caught on celluloid and be immortalised for ever in the hearts of the above average movie goer.

Today was an intriguing day.
People sure are a mystery. From what i saw and what i heard today, people are real difficult to understand. And i dont see that changing in the near future.

As for me, life is good...
Good Night.

Nothing in particular and everything in general...

Just sitting down on my computer after a heavy dinner composed mainly of thayir saadham with 'adaimaangaai' - a variant of maangaa oorgaa made with some kinda dry mango or something. This is simply my all time thayir saadhathukku thottukka favorite.. And only my paatti {now no more} knew the menu. My athais {2 of them} try and still make some adaimaangaai occasionally for me.. Thanks to them, on the record.

Over the last 3 days, whenever i have had time, i have gone on a 'crane-my-neck-and-look-at-some-distant-invisible-nothing' spree.. And everytime, it has been thoughts about how much life is going to change in exactly 6 days from now. No denying that i am beginning to get sentimental about chennai and all that it has held for me all these years..

I visited PSBB (my school, for the ignorant reader) and had a delightful time. With a 'media-shy' J, a just-passed-out from school sister, and her 483-on-500 classmate and soulmate, it was so good to simply be there, and watch all the drama unfolding inside those hallowed gates that Munuswamy once used to guard.. Michael - the other watchman- was still spotted there.. Sankar sir, the physics lab assistant, rememberd me and proudly told me about the completion of his 25th year at school. he looks 40 and is 51 it seems. Perumaiyaa irundhudhu ennamo enakku... Lime juice (5 bucks) at the new improved psbb canteen was delicious in the heat...Lots and lots of teachers remembered the puny short guy in school, who they were surprised to see standing at 6'1" with his agathiya maa munivar beard.. Anand bakery underlined the visit, signin off in typical old times style..

Apart from that, have not done anything but ABCD for the past 4-5 days..

Swetha consented to help out, and my thanks are due to her. Went out to lunch after that with Swetha, J and Prasanna. Will remember that lunch(except that i had to shell out 245 bucks..). Swetha has been plannin a surprise party for me i came to understand ,when she mistakenly sent me the sms that she was supposed to send to mahesh. Am supposed to act surprised at the party when it does happen, as things stand now..

Am sure I will write another blog before i say tata to chennai..
That ringtone that i talked about in my last post is simply so special... Somehow, i keep listenin to it all the time...

Tamilselvi called all the way from sweden. And damn, when the call got cut, and she called again, i was inside the house with lots of visitors, and could not speak properly at all.. Am sorry i wasted that call from u tamil, but call panninadhuku mikka nandri.. unnoda kalyanathuku epdiyaanum vandhudaren in december..

With Bk gone too, chennai definitely feels incomplete. My world for the past 4 days revolves around J, RR, Prasanna, Sriram, vasanth, Raamaa, Barath (all names male there!), and sms contact with divya, swetha, suja, sujatha, paru...

And yeah. A paid me a visit. and this time too, she didnt get to come inside, and had to sweat it out under the heat of the sun and more (as she writes in her blog, http://aishwaryarao.blogspot.com) lol.. aazham edhu aiyyaa.. andha pombala manasu dhaanyaa.. not for nothing have they been traditionally saying that a woman is difficult to decipher.. Life is a comedy..

And after that highly incoherent entry, am gonna go sleep. And hopefully dream of something good, or someone special.

;)

Silent Symphonies...

This is a tribute to two of the most delightful pieces of background scores ever composed in the history of Indian cinema. No wonder that both scores belong to the same film, made by the greatest indian filmmaker, music scored by the greatest indian composer. (And i entertain no arguments on both issues). Which is why this film has now usurped nayagan's place as my favorite film ever. For people who still have not guessed, i dont intend lettin out names here. You have to be an alien to tamil music to be still in the dark...

Find below my versions of both pieces, as composed on the composer app in my Nokia mobile fone. Anyone with the time, please do type this in on ur nokia composer, and i guarantee u wil love it wen someone calls u next.
Everytime i listen to my phone ringing, I want it to keep ringing. Never feel like answering the phone at all...

4#d3 4g2 4#g2 4g2 4d3 4g2 4#d3 4g2 4e3 4e2 4a2 4e2 4b2 4e2 4c3 4e2 4d3 4f2 4g2 4.f2 8- 4d3 4g2 4b2 4c3 4e2 4f2 4.e2 8- 4c3 4f2 4a2 4#a2 4d2 4#d2 4d2 4b2 4d2 4#d2 4d2 4f2 4d2 4g2 4d2 4a2 4d2 8g2 8b2 8c3 8d3

4#g2 4g2 4d2 4#d2 2.b1 4g1 4f2 4#d2 1#d2 2- 4#g2 4g2 4d2 4#d2 2.b1 4g2 4#d2 4d2 1d2 2- 4b1 4c2 4#a2 4#g2 2.#g2 4g2 4e2 4f2 4#d3 4d3 1d3 1c3 1#a2 1b2

(Both pieces tempo 200)

The second of the ringtones has found me a new best friend, and my cousin who happened to be with me while i was actually composing the ringtone thinks i am a genius. Little does she know where the real genius lies. But i am sure she does..

Cheers.
10 Days. To Go.

Monotonous turned memorable..

It is a shame that human beings do not tell each other that they like each other as often as they probably should.
Lookin someone in the face and sayin, 'You are special to me'... is that difficult?
Which is what i did today. But i so strangely feel proud of myself for it. Should i?
Had one of my best evenings - qualitatively- in the recent past, after a morning when i suddenly started to feel the pangs of separation some 15 days before it is actually gonna happen. Restless is the word. was pacing about to and fro, for most of the morning.
Come evening, mood swung to the other end of the spectrum..
Dominos pizza (this was the highlight. No words..), a visit to Mahesh, and arattai in a nearby playground, footballs whizzing past every now and then, joined by K Arvind(now into IIM-B) and V Ashwin (into IIM-K). Mani came - cigarette in hand - and asked me to hold it for a moment while he locked his bike or something. And given my high spirits, i gave it one small thought, and with just a hint of hesitation, gently put it to my mouth and breath..e..d.. cough cough, sputter sputter... No.. No way.. not for me. Mahesh did nothing to deter me, so if i take to smoking in the future, blame it on him too. spare Mani.
Anyway, How on earth do people inhale that kinda crap. Say no to smoking.

A couple of smses lit up the rest of the day too, and all is well with the world..

Just an afterthought -> 15 days. To go.