tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91872768423191821242024-02-21T01:53:16.533+05:30RAHUL KANNAN Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-20925195610816732792015-03-08T23:24:00.000+05:302015-03-08T23:46:34.356+05:30Up in the skies ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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THUD !!!!! banging and barging came a
group of beasts, bearing Kalashnikovs and AK-47 . It was a small single bedroom
house with a larger backyard. The walls were laden with several cracks, some of
them so deep that, even the slightest disturbance would make them to crumble.
The air had an imbibed smell of gunfire and smoke. Long away somewhere, the sound of a rocket
swishing was faintly but frequently heard. Sometimes the sound gained
intensity, showing the proximity of the weapon fired. The big burly beast like
men stomped all over the house searching for its inhabitants. Having searched
the small place thoroughly, two men went to the backyard. They grew impatient
by the second and one of them spotted an almost out of sight tiny building
nearby. It looked somewhat like a small shed. Breaking in by firing at the
latch, they were lecherously happy to find a women furtively hiding behind an
old abandoned Plymouth. They looked upon each other gloating. One of them took
few long strides and grabbed the woman by her long pony. She wailed helplessly
knowing well, what she is about to experience in a few minutes. She joined
hands to the one above praying all off this to be just a bad dream that she can
wake out of. She was desperately waiting for help that she very well knew would
never come. She was dragged out from the shed and into the house. She was
thrashed, battered, bad-mouthed and what not. The men were ecstatic. Thad
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">From behind
a rusted empty oil barrel peeped out a pair of eyeballs filled with fear and
tears. The tiny figure sat with his legs
folded up to the chest and hands tightly wound around the knees. His hair was
short and shabby. His cheeks were moist from several tears wiped and still
pouring out endlessly. He was petrified to move even an inch. He could clearly
hear his Mother shrieking and weeping her throat out. He was a small little 5<sup>th</sup>
grader just whimpering helpless without the slightest of clue. He remembered
just one thing what is mother said finally “ Sit tight and hide, God will Help”
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<i><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ammu ma
has told me that you are the protector of the whole earth. She told that you
live high up in the sky and you can see everything. We also have lot of photos
of you in our house. Yesterday many bad men beat Ammu ma very badly. Ammu ma
was crying continuously. It would have caused her lot of pain and I too was
very afraid. Ammu ma taught me that beating others is a bad habit and that you
will punish the ones who beat. Yesterday when they beat Ammu ma you never came
and punished them. Krishna Uncle says you will punish them soon. Krishna Uncle lives
in our street and is very nice uncle. He took me to his home from the shed
yesterday. The men who beat Ammu ma were not there when Uncle came. I was very
very hungry and Janani aunty gave me chappathi and Dal to eat. Both Aarthi akka
and Parvathi Akka are also very nice and they played with me.. Uncle is now
taking me in a big boat to live in another place called India. Aunty and Akka
are also coming with us. He tells that our country is not safe now. I don’t
know what happened to my home and school and park. There are many bad men with
guns, in jeeps and there is always fire and broken buildings everywhere. I
don’t know why all are running are crying in the streets. They are all getting beatings like Ammu ma I
think. I dint go to school also for a long time. I don’t know what happened to
my friend Sharan and Mythili ma’am in school. I don’t see them at all. Arjuna appa went to shop last week to buy me
chocolate and he did not come back at all. Krishna uncle says that both Ammu ma
and Appa are with you. God, I love them both so much and I miss them a lot. I
want to play with Appa. I want Ammu ma to feed me while playing and want to hear
her song before sleeping. They also Love me so much God. I think you don’t know
about all this. So I am writing you this Letter to tell you. I want to be with
them in our home. I want to go to school and play in park in the evening after
school. Please give them back to me. I am very sorry if have done any wrong. I
will be a good boy from now and will never give trouble to them. I am feeling
very sad without them. Please give them to me....</span></i><br />
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and extremely well air-conditioned. "Apppppaaaaa", a shrieking voice
completely filled with energy and excitement stormed into the room, banging
open the door, in the form of a young eight year old. She came in running, and
with a single leap, hugged on to her dad, who was seated on the cot
beside an old metal suitcase, with an old letter in one hand and his lovely
daughter tightly held on the other. The lovely voice slowly whispered,
"Appa, Where is God? Y cant I see him at all?". Tears welled
from his eyes, but there was no fear anymore. He gently kissed his daughter,
his whole life came before him in a flash and still smiling with tears he said
"God lives high up in the skies, Ammu. No one can see him, but he can see
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Kenneth was staring anxiously at his Facebook news feed on
the laptop screen. It had nothing to do with the things on his feed. It was the
result of a small single green dot beside the magic name Annie Jose</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">ph</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">. He was all
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saying. Kenneth was not the exact playboy material. He was reserved when it
came to girls. He dint know to flirt nor did he know to just sweep someone off
their feet. He was actually quite inferior. To sum it all, he was no Bradley Coo</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">per</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">. Not even
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Likewise, Annie was not the queen among girls. She had the
traditional looks, not exactly the ultra-modern, up-to-date one. She had a
subtle elegance for which Kenneth fell. It was not exactly love at first sight.
He wasn</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">’</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">t that kind of a guy. But something happened when he saw her.
Something like a small tickle, a little touch, something very nice. He loved
the feeling. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">The journey that started with a </span>“<span style="line-height: 115%;">Hey</span>”<span style="line-height: 115%;"> travelled steadily for several
months. He started knowing things about her. Her branch of study, her class,
her tastes, likes, dislikes etc. He totally admired her simple yet gorgeous
dressing style, felt her smile when it formed a small little dimple for just a
micro second, took delight watching her walk though it wasn</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">’</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">t the most gracious. The Facebook chat grew and they
occasionally started meeting for lunch in college and took walks just rambling
about things. He totally loved her small forehead and the way it used to form
random patterns when she spoke frantically about something. And</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">…</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">.Ahh, the eyes, those pair of dark black pupils just never
failed to floor him. He did not know how she felt about him, but his love for
her grew leaps and bounds. He learned that she was very traditional, loved her
family and would not even think of doing something that might disappoint them.
He also realized that she came from an extremely well off family. She had no
necessity to work or even study for that matter. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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luxurious life and be carefree about what is next. He had to start supporting
his family soon and had to work his ass off for a good few years to get settled
with a nice decent setup. Naturally he had his apprehensions. He thought at
great lengths about all of these, because he knew she would think about all of
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Giving himself strength that he would manage whatever may
come, he decided to the next big thing. He did not plan anything special.
Though they knew each other very well, he had his jitters which are inevitable
to every single man who is in the advent of proposing to his lady love. He did
not write any special lines to woo her. He did not even plan on the right place.
He just waited for the right moment, the time when he felt was right. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">It was a Wednesday afternoon, nothing prominently spectacular,
just a hot afternoon and they were having lunch. He said Hey Annie and she was
busy fighting the noodles that were dangling out of her mouth. She absent
mindedly acknowledged him. He again called out her name, for her to raise her
head and look at him. She did so and made a cute expression with her eyebrows,
unable to talk, signaling him to go on. He casually and calmly told, </span>“<span style="line-height: 115%;">I think I am in Love with you</span>”<span style="line-height: 115%;">…</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">.paused and with a more firm tone said, </span>“<span style="line-height: 115%;">No, I actually am pretty sure, I Love
You Annie</span>”<span style="line-height: 115%;">. She was
taken aback to hear that all of a sudden out of nowhere, that too in a very
inappropriate place. She knew he would propose, but she definitely had no clue
that it would be this abrupt. She had never dreamt of a filmy proposal, but
also she never imagined it to be in the college canteen while having instant
noodles. She definitely liked him, but dint know how to react at that awkward
moment. She was just staring at him, and smiled coyly and that said all.
Kenneth was ecstatic. He wanted to jump and shout and run till his legs would
carry him. Thousands of emotions just rushed to his heart. He felt like he was
the happiest person in the entire world at that moment. Everyman feels alike,
when his love accepts his love. He was smiling widely, the blush distinctly
evident in his bearded face. The Wednesday was still ordinary, but not anymore
for Kenneth. He did not know what to do next. He got up all excited and simply
left, the blush and happiness completely overflowing. The cute little humble
love that just set sail had a steady voyage. They had their own lovely moments,
small arguments and silly fights which eventually bonded them more and
everything was just perfect</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">…</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">A year passed by and they were going to finish college in 6
months. The past apprehensions came into thought, not for Kenneth, but for Annie.
Some serious talking took place. Annie was very very very sure that their
family would not approve of him, the reason being their deeply devout family
background. She was also certain that she would be married to, in a couple of
years or three, maximum. And that time was definitely not suffice for Kenneth
to develop a repute position for himself, to ask her hand in for marriage.
These were all very practical issues they were bound to face in the near future.
And being the practical couple themselves, they wanted to talk through and
arrive at something congenial. This is where they started breaking. Kenneth
tried his best to infuse some hope into their withering relationship, but Annie
was very pessimistic about the outcome. She thought it was best to part ways
now than later. Kenneth pleaded that at least they would give it a try, but Annie
wanted to avoid much worse pain later on. Both had their point, in the end Annie
succeeded</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">……</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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and meeting him, and also asked Kenneth to do the same. He couldn</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">’</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">t. How can I ever stop loving a person who meant everything
to me, How can anyone do that</span>? <span style="line-height: 115%;">He asked himself filled with devastation. He was raged with agony. He had
so many questions to which not a single soul had answers. He knew she would
feel the Annie. He cried thinking about her and for her. He was mad at her for
being a coward but still loved her more than the madness. He was angry at the
stars, god and fate. He asked them, </span>“<span style="line-height: 115%;">Why did u make me see her, fall madly in love with her, her
with me? Why did u create some delightful memories that we can never forget?
Why are you making us endure such p</span>ain? <span style="line-height: 115%;">He asked these weeping helplessly</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">…</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">..<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">The sultry afternoon sun was
slowly descending, kissing bye to yet another selfless</span> day. The <span style="line-height: 115%;">p</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">artial orange-ish sky, the serene winds,
birds scurrying back to their nests and the </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">p</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">ale abstract beauty of the </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">p</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">ebbles beneath were accompanying
Kenneth and the gorgeous lady by his side, as they were strolling in a
neighborhood </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">p</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">ark.
They were just taking a walk, a walk filled with tranquil silence. The woman
beside Kenneth was the answer for all the questions he asked the stars, god and
fate. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">She went through everything that
Kenneth did the </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">p</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">revious
year and, so many years </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">p</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">rior to
this. She had stayed beside him at all times. She laughed with him, shared with
him, fought with him, and we</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">pt with him. It is just that she never failed to wipe his tears. Kenneth
was the same with her. They shouldered along whatever the case might be. Kenneth
knew he wouldn</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">’</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">t have come out of the mess he was
in, if it was not for her. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">As he strolled along watching the abstract pebble pathway, Kenneth
had no clue about how is fate with Annie would pan out. He did not even think
about what the stars had in store, he was much less bothered. But he thanked god
from the bottom of his heart, for he knew everyone wouldn</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">’</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">t be as lucky as him to be blessed with such a friend, with
such a soul mate. They never felt as conventional lovers, but loved each other
so much. They were totally selfless, when it came to the other. They were more
than friends, they were soul mates. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">On that sultry day in the park, Kenneth realized this, </span>“<span style="line-height: 115%;">Having a soul mate</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> was not
always about love and one would find it in friendship too</span>”<span style="line-height: 115%;">.</span>
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Akil, Inga va da (come here) shouted his mother on top of her voice for the umpteenth time, from inside the kitchen. It was probably the second or third time did Akil actually hear that feeble squall. He never paid much heed to his mother’s call. He was busy playing with the wet soil in the garden, which was a result of yesterday’s rain. He was in his own fantasy world, talking and playing with his mini sand creations, which existed only in his world.</div>
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Akil is 5 years old. He is this cute, chubby little guy, whose cheeks, almost everyone, wants to pull and which when done, frustrated Akil every single time. He was the kind of kid, who no one could even have the slightest thought of hating. It was a Thursday and all schools were declared holiday because of yesterday’s torrential downpour. Akil was one among several thousands of students, who were extremely delighted due to the day off. Even though he is just five, and doesn’t have even the slightest clue of how it rains. He knew for sure that, heavy rain could get him a day off from school and he could play with those wet soil in his garden, which he loves doing. He looked up at the sky, time and again, innocently hoping, whoever is up there would pour out water again, tonight.</div>
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His mother’s umpteenth call almost doubled and Akil finally heard it for a good enough fifth time. He got up to leave inside with a smirking face. He strolled into the house leisurely looking for his mom. Those small feet and even smaller palms were full of dirt and he kept moving around unmindful of all that. He finally found his mother in the Bedroom and he went near her. The very second his mom laid eyes on him, did it strike him suddenly, that he should go and get himself cleaned real soon. And as the thought came rushing through, he just saw his thought transforming into words, which came right out from his mothers mouth. This was exactly what he dint want to happen. He sheepishly ran into the washroom and started playing with the water there, repeating the first two lines of his current favorite song.</div>
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The ground was sordid with blood stains. For as long as the straining eyes could see, there was no pleasant scene. It was nothing short of complete chaos. He was laid on the ground, hurt, bullet wounded, bleeding and hoping for help or quick death. No man who is afraid of death can make for a good soldier and he was one hell of army man. His eyes pleaded the mind that it shall be closed but the mind resisted. He hoped help would come, but soon realized it was too late. He saw buildings ablaze, some partially worn down and the rest hanging on without any bolster. He saw so many bodies like his, just lying there like garbage. After few minutes, he saw people emerge out of their half dazed houses. He realized it was ceasefire and also knew he couldn’t be saved even if help arrived any soon. He saw people wailing, and praying god with mixed emotions of pique and despair. He saw people yelling out for their loved ones. Some were pulling out people from under mounds of debris. Some were carrying their wounded loved ones on their back. They helplessly longed for medical help which they never got. He seriously doubted the existence of god, for he firmly believed no one could just look at those completely lost people and simply do nothing.</div>
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He was seeing the battle ground as his end was nearing. He remembered all that he was as a kid, as a teenager, his decision to join the army, families retaliation, his training camp, the pleasure and pride he got when he said he was a comrade-in-arms fighting for the country, and finally his family. He envisioned his lady love for one last time. He vividly remembered the scene, when he held his baby boy in his hands and decided to name him Akileshwar(King of all) . Inadvertently, tears started pouring down his cheeks. He knew quite well those tears were not due to the bullet. These were something else. A juxtapose of thoughts, emotions and memories just appeared before him and for all of which his tears were the only answer.</div>
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Akil came running and hugged his mother from behind and asked if it was his dad. Tears just flowed down his mothers cheeks. She didn’t know what to tell him. All of a sudden her entire life lost its meaning. Akil saw his mom crying. He obviously had no clue of what was happening and suddenly his attention shifted outside, as rain apologetically poured down for innocent Akil….</div>
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-65123599772014327952014-03-15T23:26:00.002+05:302014-03-16T23:21:18.722+05:30The Other Side<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It had just finished raining. The sky was pitch dark with
black clouds just hovering over and impeding the moon and stars from the night
sky. The roads were wet. The street dogs were smitten by the harsh rains and
were curled up under the chassis shelter of the cars. They had no plans of
venturing out. The streets were dimly lit up by the street lamps, most of which
were just flickering for life but failed trying. The wet tar shone back
brightly at the sky, reflecting it’s strong hard nature. After striving the
tormenting endeavor of the ruthless skies, it just smiles back at it with
complete confidence asking for more. The always busy road was still and calm.
The silence that filled the air was horrific. The occasional sound of the wind
complemented the silence and made it worse</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was a long straight road that just curved on to it’s
right and the winding path straightened and continued in a straighter line as
if it was never ending. There was a small shelter on the verge of the curve, in
a dark corner. It was just a projection from a temple wall, A dark yellow color
polythene cover supported on a pair of dark brown wooden logs. The sheet was
partially filled with water due to the rain, the logs were drenched. Under this
micro shelter was a man…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He was covering himself with a thick black rug. It was only
a few days old, but still, offered minimal resistance against the cold. He
thrived hard to withstand the chillness in the air. He couldn’t sleep. He had a
dark brown complexion and grew a thick beard that was just about to grow past
his face and downwards. The hair on the head was equally dense and was messed
up by the wind. He was least bothered. Beneath the black rug was a loosely worn
pale white shirt. It bore no holes but was pretty much archaic. Underneath was
a bluish green lungi over which the shirt just wavered. There was a pair of
hawai’s beside him. He was sitting on a pale yellow bamboo mat and his white cotton
shoulder- sling bag did the job of cushioning his head.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He couldn’t sleep. He sat, partially resting his back
on the wall, his hands curled around his knees. He was oscillating back and
forth in this position, his eyes wide open and staring at the dark emptiness.
He was beautifully camouflaged in the surrounding dark environment. He was able
to see both the roads that continued away from the curve. It was deserted, dark
and wet. Few minutes passed by and he heard a vehicle approaching towards the
curve. Few seconds passed, and he could see to his left, the bright yellow
light from the distant approaching vehicle. It was accelerating fast. It was a
Black Scorpio. He was able to see even the registration number, thanks to the
minimal scattered light from the fog lamps and the head lamps. It was inching
closer and slowed down to negotiate the leftward curve…..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His hand went to his waist and he drew out a black pistol.
He got up swiftly and simultaneously loaded the gun. He was barely visible to
anyone. He had sharp vision. He aimed and shot at the front alloy wheel,
perfectly striking the MRF rubbers. The car made a huge screeching sound.
Within seconds, another bullet was fired at the rear wheel, but this time, it
was from a different gun belonging to a different person. He fired from the
opposite side and from a higher altitude. The car just skidded and turned
almost close to ninety degrees, towards it’s right before it came to a
stop. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our man, was already walking towards the car, and
as soon as the car came to a halt, he raised his hand, exactly in-line with his
shoulders, steady and cool, paused just for a few split seconds, and fired two
bullets in quick succession. Each claimed a life; one that of the driver and
the other that of Raj Murugan. During those few split seconds he paused, he fixed his gaze right on the eyes of Raj Murugan. He saw fear, He saw that Raj
was baffled. Raj dint know what was going on, how it all happened in a matter of
2 – 3 minutes. But soon, his eyes clearly understood that his end has come; </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Raj was the most notorious criminal. There were several
cases on him on almost all sections of criminal offence. He had the guts,
energy and all that it takes to lead such a life. He ruined the lives of
several other people directly or in-directly. He disrupted peace, established
arrogance and created fear. He was young, aged just around 35 years. He was
fair, tall and had a well-toned physique. He built this black empire of his in
a breathtaking pace. He grew so fast. What made him do all this, is an entirely
different subject, but he turned into someone totally dark and evil. He was
supported by so many people in his journey, all powerful people for their
selfish desires. Raj knew very well his end would be something like this, only
that he dint expect it this soon. That’s why he was never surprised as
everything happened. He was witty enough to guess pretty soon what was
happening. And as soon as he guessed, he was proven right.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Soon five people from their hideouts surrounded the car. It
was 19<sup>th</sup> April, half past midnight. A new day has just begun, and
people would soon have a sigh of relief. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All news channels carried this incident as their headlines.
It was a long planned and perfectly executed police encounter. The man who was
behind the operation was all over the channels, attending press conference and
receiving accolades. He was the man under the polythene shelter, covered in a
black rug; Mr Senthamizhan, Asst Commissioner of Police and an encounter
specialist. He along with his team of 5, worked day and night on this operation
for almost 6 months, collecting all possible info on the deceased. His son was
proudly watching his dad, his face gleaming with complete happiness. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And on the other side, there was this young boy, about 5 or 6, who was watching
TV along with his mom, and was so excited on seeing his dad Mr.Raj Murugan. He
showed to his weeping mom, with complete innocence and excitement his dad’s
photo appearing on the television. What he would grow into in future, only time knows...</span></div>
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-22649665731786515912014-01-18T15:54:00.002+05:302014-03-16T20:44:12.660+05:30A WONDERFUL DAY AHEAD...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He wore a pure white shirt and dark blue denims. He was
about five foot eight inches. He had a broad forehead, clear face, dense hair
which danced up and down as he walked forward. The light beard left untrimmed
was distinctly visible on his wheatish skin. He was walking towards her. It was
Shiv. “How could I ever forget that face?” She thought. He kept coming closer
and closer and her nervousness grew with every step of his. She could feel her
heart beat climb. It was quite fast and out of her control. Finally he was
there, right in front of her. There was less than a foot’s distance between
them. He caught hold of his breath. He was rock solid, muscular and well built. He
had some kind of magic spell that his eyes alone spoke. With that magical
spell, he looked into her eyes and she was completely lost. “Every girl would
be”, she thought. He came as close he can, and there was no more room. Anxiety
spread like a fire inside her and she was almost out of breath. She just loved
his presence more than anything else, even more than her own self. What she
feels like when she is with him is like how the sky feels, when the sun kisses
her good morning every dawn. Only the sky knows how it feels. It’s the same
here. It is not something to be written, read and comprehended. It has to
happen to you, to know what it is. “It’s amazing just to have the feeling”, she
thought to herself. He gave her so that much.
He too felt the same with her. His life, after it became theirs, had a lot of
change. He was madly in love and did everything for her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Shiv just leaned forward and gently kissed her on her
forehead and that very instant, waves of mixed emotions just ran all over her body.
He came further down and her phone rang. She pushed him away mischievously and attended the call.It was her mom and she had to leave...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Soon they were cruising on Shiv’s bike. The evening air just
rushing through her duppatta covered face. She hugged him tight and chatted all
way through. He used to pick her from
work almost every single day and they would go somewhere or he would just drop her near her house. They worked in different offices, but on the same
complex. That’s how love nurtured. The complex was the trump card to the cupid
win.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It was just another fine day and they went to a small park nearby, their favo spot among all other places, just to
spend some time together filled with
silly chatting(s) , small fights and
lots of love. Their wave lengths matched in perfect frequency. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Shiv told her
that he had to make a presentation of his
new marketing strategy in a conference this weekend in Banglore and that, if it gets a good response from the company
heads, his promotion would soon be on the cards. She got excited on hearing the
news and wished him all luck. She knew how eagerly he waited for this day. She
wanted to be beside him on the big day and he also wished the same. She made
some excuse at home and they were all set to leave the following Friday night. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It was Friday evening and she was getting her things
packed. The land line in her house rang
and her mother picked the call. Soon, she yelled her daughter’s name aloud and
was in total tears. She took over the phone and learned that her father had met
with a tragic accident and was admitted in ‘Govt General Hospital’. She was in
total shock. This news came from out of the blue. She was perplexed and knew
she could not go with Shiv. She immediately hailed an auto and rushed to the
hospital along with her mother. On her way, she called Shiv and told him what
happened. He said he would be there in no time. She talked him through and told
him not to come. She politely told him to relax and that she would take care of
everything. He wouldn't budge, and he came to the hospital before her. She
introduced him to her mom as her friend. “Ahh…What a time for introducing her
man” she thought. The condition of her father was critical and they decided to
shift him to a private hospital for better treatment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She finally managed to convince Shiv to go to Banglore. She managed this by threatening him, saying that it will be the end of their relationship, if he doesn’t make it to the
conference. She dint want him to miss this opportunity. He knew it was a loving
threat and finally gave in. He walked down the ramp to the exit. He stopped,
and turned to wave her bye and she looked into his magical eyes lovingly and
said to it that she would handle everything. He hated himself for leaving
her in such a bad time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He boarded the train on time and spoke to her frequently
on the status of her father. She had transferred him to a private hospital and
he was responding well to the treatment given. He was relaxed on hearing . She was too tired and slept the
night off in the hospital. The following day, she got up and checked on her
father, He was still unconscious. She checked her phone, No texts. She just
let it pass and came to the waiting hall in the hospital. The television had
“Times Now” running and she was least interested to know what was happening in
the world around her. She thought of grabbing a coffee and went to the canteen.
She settled on a chair and started sipping her coffee. The television had the
same channel running and she was left with no choice but to watch that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She saw the headlines and was for a second taken aback.
She looked engrossingly on the television screen for some time. And then, she
just prayed to god that whatever she was seeing was false. She could not help,
it all has already happened. All the A/c compartments of the train that left to bangalore the previous night had been
caught in fire due to some short circuit and the coaches were completely burned
down. The survivors were none as the incident took place in the night and
almost everyone were asleep to realize they were on fire. The rescue operations
were going on full swing and no survivors were found till then. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her eyes were fixed on to the screen. She couldn’t
believe all off this was happening. She was depressed, lost, sad, and angry. Tears
flowed down her eyes unknowingly. She had lost all hope. The world around her
ceased to exist and she fell down then and there. She was rushed to the general
ward and administered drips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She felt a hand touch her shoulder. She opened her eyes
to face the textured blue color wall. She turned to look at the clock. It was
4:05 AM. She heard a soft voice “Hey Shivangali, Are you all right?”. She then gently removed his hand from her
shoulder and turned back. ” I am fine Arun” she said. She turned right to see
her 2 year old son sleeping innocently. She then got down from her bed for some
water. While walking, these words of Shiv was just lingering in Shivangali’s
mind “Whatever happens, Life has to go on”. She drank some cold water and
looked into a wall hanging picture of her hubby and her son; One amazing reason
for which she is still breathing in this world. She thought about destiny and how
cruel god was with Shiv and, she hated God for that. Once again those words
lingered in her mind “Whatever happens life has to go on…” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She got up, went
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-40123204710131363402013-12-14T12:40:00.001+05:302013-12-14T13:05:55.448+05:30She knows it all....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The time was dusk and the sun was going to perform it’s duty
to the other half of the world very punctually as usual. The waves seemed a bit
more aggressive than normal and increased it’s aggression as it lost the sun.
The sky was bright orange in color, and the colors just scattering away
unevenly to give out the dark. The distant ships moving slower than the oldest
tortoise and the birds above flying swiftly back home. One another hot sunny
day of the monsoon is in the verge of ending. This scene is being witnessed by
people from every walk of life. Some people come here without any thoughts and
walk back with their heads full, Some people come for joy, Some for sorrow,
Some for anger, Some for failure, Some for silence, Some for the air, Some just
for a good ride, Some for love and Some even without any specific reason. This
place has seen everyone, right from the richest of rich to the poorest of poor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Just imagine how much she knows ……. she knows that giving
lakhs and lakhs of money to a single engineering seat is a total waste and she
also knows that people get to know this damn simple straightforward truth only
a year after they end up paying that voluptuous amount and never before.
Perhaps she even knew about the placement eye wash. Arrrghh!! GOD, A guy today feels
on top of the world bagging an IT job which pays him three lakhs per annum. He
feels he has at last been recognized for his hard work in learning mechanical
engineering for the past four years. Now just hold your breath here, he gets
fired at the end of his second year in job, and that is when this great truth
dawns on his mind; He has paid six lakhs in cash and four “never-coming-back”
years of his life to do what ?? Yes, To earn back the six lakhs his dad paid
four years ago. She knows all……</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She even knows the exact bank balance of the country’s top
most political big-wig, whose house would most probably be facing the sea,
somewhere along her long shore. Today’s corruption,the people’s mindset, just
almost everything. She also knew for sure that congress would have never won
the Delhi elections. Ahh!! That was a cake walk prediction. Almost everyone
knew that, even the congress. But even she herself was a little taken aback
when congress offered it’s support to the AAP (This, I personally guess, even
the congress dint know, till some MP spoke it out without his own knowledge). She
has seen all of these dirty politics for years after years. She cried and wept,
when her own sons were brutally killed right on her very own lap. She was
surging up with anger and could not accept the fact that the tragedy was caused
by the same kind (humans). She never understood how the game of politics worked
out, where innocent men get killed for selfish reasons of a very few people.
She just watched all of this….</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She knows that Indian cricket performs drastically well only
when it is playing in India. It also knows that people curse the players for
their embarrassing ‘away’ loss and forget it the next moment they win a series
at home. She is also quite sure that we are never going to win any hockey
tournament in the immediate future except maybe if Shah Rukh Khan goes on to
make a “Chak-de 2”, or if Rajnikanth decides to play hockey. </span></div>
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and get “wooed”. She knows the love of an old man for his wife.She knows the
people’s love for money. She knows the value of money. She knows it’s
completely valueless. But she senses that everything happening around is just
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-42053701520489591182013-08-04T14:16:00.001+05:302013-08-04T14:20:50.625+05:30Are we on a high?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This post has been published by me as a part of the <b>Blog-a-Ton 40</b>; the fortieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blogaton.in/"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>. The theme for the month is "MAKE A WISH"</blockquote>
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Dark sky, deserted road, dim
street lights, dull stars, slight drizzles, two pairs of legs walking hastily
wanting to get back home as soon as possible. There is just this occasional
swish of vehicles and the gentle touch of the drizzling rain water blended with
the cold wind. The desperate eyes of the ageing man look through those
old-fashioned spectacles in shear hope of hailing an auto or bus to head home
straightaway. All this tensity and tautness is because of this beautiful young
girl by his side, his daughter. The nervousness of the old man is that of every
single father in this world.<br />
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They are pretty late and they are
very much aware of it. The gorgeous girl has this instinctive sense of safety
shimmering in her eyes. The presence of her childhood hero right beside her
gives her the strength, but the fact that she is no more in her childhood,
keeps sending a chill down her spine. Time is moving at snail’s pace and the
road ahead looks ever ending. </div>
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The beaming headlight of a fast
approaching car passes them, comes to a halt and returns back. The stench of
booze and cigar fill the air. Fear builds up along with tension and sweating
accompanies. They continue to walk as fast as their legs could. The car moves
along, keeping pace and the men inside start to verbalise filthy comments on
the girl. As feared, the men get down and start walking along with the duo. One
just pulls the girl aside and the other kicks the old man right on his chest
bringing him down. The helpless old man pleads them to leave his daughter. They
do not even pay an ear to his plea. Driven by alcohol and mad-man desire, they
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The girl is in total state of
shock. Things she never would have even dreamt were happening right in front of
her eyes. She was down there, totally helpless. They were five men against her.
There was no question of her fighting back. That was simply impossible. There
were no heroes down there to fight and save her. They strangled her into the
car and sped away. She was forced to succumb. She had no choice. </div>
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All those memories just came
before her eyes. Her childhood, Her first day in school, her first cycle, her
first friend, her birthday celebrations, hangouts, her college days, her first crush,
her first proposal, and one person she loved the most in her life; her mother.
All those moments of happiness, sorrow, joy and embarrassment flashed before
her eyes in a jiffy and vanished. She cried so loud. She fought knowing very
well that she was going to lose. She was in total anger with god, for she had
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She had just one thing in her
mind when all of this was happening. Just one thought prevailing over
everything else. Faith overcoming anger, she made a wish. She wished not for
herself but for every other women in this world. She wished that none of them,
in their entire life, must go through what she is undergoing right now. She
just wished. </div>
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When will that humble wish become
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-55590639402685931992013-07-22T18:45:00.001+05:302013-07-22T19:00:43.738+05:30THE 'SMART PHONE' WORLD<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Read E-mails, Post, like, comment and chat on facebook, Tweet
to the world and get to know what the world tweets, Skim through the newspapers
without actually having one in your hands, run miles and miles and miles and
miles by performing just a mere swish of your finger, know the scores, get to
know the happenings in this
ever-evolving world. Empowered with the
3G tech and making never imaginable things possible
on that tiny little (Okay, most of the time it’s big) Smart phone of yours. All
this is possible, not only because of the courtly cultivated smart phones of today
and the blindingly fast 3G network. There is one another major player apart
from them, who has made all of this a reality. And that player is named “ANDROID”.
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I really can’t, even in the wildest of my dreams predict or
foresee, what all I’ll possess, a good twenty years from now. My father never
even knew there would be a thing like mobile phones in the future. Common yaar,
“How will you carry something as big as a phone (landline) in your pocket??” would
have been his immediate thought. Having a landline gave people so much pride
amongst their neighbors. It was all banished one fine day, when The ‘Ambani
brothers’, the revolutionary men, decided to sell cell-phones the size of a
mere visiting card, for a mouth dropping 500 bucks. And like all other successful
business biographies this too has got this unanimous last line - “the rest is
history”. Almost every single person had a mobile soon. The cell-phone era had
just begun. And I guess I was in 5<sup>th</sup> or 6<sup>th</sup> grade when
all of this happened. So this is how generations have grown- Drastically. </div>
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Travelling with this trend, Some genius, somewhere, had
ideas unlike my dad and yours and thus we are having in our hands what are
called Smart phones (I was very lazy to google out the inventor of Smart phones,
if you by chance know him, then he is that genius I am talking about) This is
where our major player comes in. This small green colored droid makes wonders
happen to that little device of yours and as a result, it addicts people to it,
lures them and bounds them. That’s what technology is doing. Maybe they named it ‘android’ with a cunning wit. Android actually
means, robot with a human appearance. The pun here is, we human are those
robots. And that’s because, most of us do exactly what it wants us to do; “Use
them”. Rightly so, we use them so very well and indeed let us being used by “I don’t
know who”. But we all know one thing for sure, We have made android an instant hit.</div>
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Of course, it has its own share of advantages. Every
technology has. The sad part though is that mostly the disadvantages somehow or
the other manages to take over the advantages. The technology is in no way
responsible for such an occurrence. It’s we who are making this happen knowing
that it is very much happening. If you are someone who owns a smart phone and
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you for the non-addicted list. If you are one such, then, Hats off to you, you
are one of a kind.I am pretty sure the ‘non-addicted’ list will have very poor
numbers.I personally believe that there is only one way to become a non-addict. And that is, not trying out a smart phone at all in the first place, not even once.</div>
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So getting back to the majority addicted fellow mates, to
make our life’s much more worse, there
are new mobile phone companies cropping up almost every day. Thanks to Indian
politics, At last you have managed to inspire someone. What does a confused
humanoid (that’s us) do something at this stage? </div>
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invents something much cooler than this ;)” </div>
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-85593019207820785732013-06-27T23:48:00.004+05:302013-06-28T00:00:01.803+05:30BEING HUMAN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Holy places of pilgrimage strikingly posing like the remains
of a deadly battle, Corpses afloat in the sacred river waters, </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stranded people everywhere,</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rice and Roti being sold at completely
in-human prices. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Helpless government
coping up with the job of helping the helpless people, The ever un-lit heroes
raising-up to the brave task once again, Those innocent people having a strong
delusion of the existence of the almighty, The justifiable questions having no
proper answers. All these are a cumulative collections of the much happening part
of today‘s India. The Tsunami’s had done this earlier, The Gujarat quakes much before
that. This act of god never demands an explanation nor can it be given a
fitting one.</span></div>
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which is because the congress ruling Uttrakandh’s <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CM refuses to accept the rescue helicopters
sent by the BJP-ian. And let me make it clear, I am not here supporting BJP or
Modi here. I am pretty much sure that they too (BJP’S) would have done the same
thing, if say, the floods had occurred in Gujarat. They never have in mind they
are Ind-ian’s at the first place. They are politicians, they should never have
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prolonged silence. I hope you would have guessed by now the person I am talking about. The act of condemning an incident is what they all do so damn perfectly,
and rightly so is the case here too. </span></div>
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much more than a salute. I don’t know what, but they do deserve something better.
The brave acts they pull off to save people they never have met before is nothing
but pure love for humanity. Their efforts have always been right up there and
they deserve total respect for that alone.The exceptional people in our country are never
given the right place they deserve. Be it the farmers who sow and reap under
the hot sun, or the jawaans who live out the icy nights camping in virgin lands
to protect the million fellow countrymen. They are never given the right place.</span></div>
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and they are busy focusing on the humiliating defeat of Rafael Nadal, Roger Federrer
and Maria Sharapova, The downfall of the Indian rupee, The <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>bizarre decision of DMK garnering the support
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to forget the Uttrakandh floods which is very natural. No matter what, life
just has to move on. Before just forgetting and moving forward, one has to
imagine for a few minutes the life of all those homeless and landless people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even there, life just has to move on. But it
is easier said than done. This is where the real help must be given. There are several
out there lending out financial help and NGO’s doing the manly service. If
not all those, let us at least pray and wish for them a prosperous life and try
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-44355494347126549822013-05-11T00:38:00.002+05:302013-05-11T17:22:56.640+05:30Schooling is done ! So, What next ??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Please god do bless me, for tomorrow is 9th may, the dreadful day. These recurring words year after year after year, bring about several emotions for the next few days. "Pass" "fail" "toppers" "school" "excited" "unexpected" "satisfied" "cheerful" "disappointment" "suicide" blah...blah...blah are a great catch in the newspapers for the coming days. All is well until the results are out.<br />
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So, what after this ?? What is this utterly nonsensical question you are asking ??? ENGINEERING it is, of course !! This is where almost everyone fails, I being one among those several.<br />
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One thing is very clear from this<br />
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* All those medical and arts college students, I don't think this piece will be of any use to you.( i doubt if it ll be of use for the rest too ) .So I suggest you just close and continue your work.<br />
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<b><i><u>For the majority rest:</u></i></b><br />
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Engineering degree is almost like a morning newspaper, Almost everyone has one today and anyone can have one tomorrow. Just one major difference, the former comes at an astounding price but values much less, whereas the latter is exactly the opposite. Oh yeah, I get it. It's a bit too exaggerated.<br />
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But, the exaggeration is something I was compelled to make. It's the unfortunate reality of today. Engineering is something that's lost it's core purpose today. Most colleges offering engineering courses themselves do not know what engineering is. Pity us, we follow the same path. <br />
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Engineering college is never like how it is in "<b>Minnale</b>" or any other movie and you are no "<b>Madhavan</b>" or "<b>Remma Sen</b>" . That's cinema. It's fake , every single frame of it is. If you have any such idea of a college like that, then it is always one that belongs in your dreams. Engineering colleges of today try teaching you almost everything except engineering. If you are really interested, you have to learn it yourself, and that's how engineering is.<br />
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Then comes the biggest foul play - "Placements". This is where your beloved parents fall. A job even before you get your newspaper, err...sorry, your engineering degree. Well, what's the use of a mechanical or civil engineer getting placed in TCS or CTS ?? That would be the most bizarre thing to happen. But just look at the beauty here, almost no one is bothered. You will be on their payroll for a maximum of 2 useless years of your precious life. After that ?? Well we never want to think about that now.<br />
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Take up engineering, not because your friend has, not because there are 500 and odd colleges offering engineering, not because your dad and mum told you to. Take it up, if you are really interested. And still, you will have to learn it yourself. because that's what it is. And for the rest, there are tons and tons of things out there. Try out and do things you love to . Photography, journalism, statistics, music, arts, food, travel, writing and there is a long list waiting to be explored. Just two request's<br />
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Hmm....YOU are absolutely right, These are exactly what "<b>Aamir Khan</b>" told in "<b>3 idiots</b>" and "<b>Vijay</b>" tried telling in "<b>Nanban"</b>. So what new have i done here ?? I have just wasted 5 minutes of your facebook-ing time, trying to tell you things you are very much aware of already. Well, here it is ......</div>
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What if you are not good at anything at all ???? Well, you need not worry, You are a lucky guy.You have this wonderful, priceless path. Jump straight into<b> politics</b>, no turning back, every other guy will be under your control. And how is that possible ??? </div>
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Almost none will do what "Aamir khan" or "Vijay" or several others tried telling .They will nevertheless fall into engineering and you'll most probably be owning an engineering college.....And that's how it is !</div>
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-14375470037993286042013-03-17T23:16:00.003+05:302013-03-17T23:16:15.282+05:30DISTRACTING DISTRACTIONS !! OooH ....What a woman !!!! .....Sexy song on the television...... How much likes would i have got for that pic i uploaded last night ??? ....Will she text me ?? Is He in love ??? How much arrears am i going to end up with ?? What if i am not able to clear them at all ?? ...... Will India win the series ?? Will MAN-U beat REAL MADRID ?? How am i going to convince my dad to get a smartphone ??? How cool 'll it be if i somehow succeed in convincing him ??? Will i ever have a girlfriend ??? What plans this weekend ???<br />
Who's b'day is up next ?? So, Where is the party ?? Which movie this Friday ??? And millions of other such stuffs...<br />
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One unknown genius somewhere has deliberately managed to bring all of the above said stuffs under a single, decent, demarcate phrase and entitled it "DISTRACTION" . Ahhh...GOD !! How much distractions he would have had in achieving this mammoth task, only he knows. Well, I had a bloody lot of distractions before completing the first para itself, Which i think has eventually distracted me to write this piece about that cool guy himself (Mr.Distraction).<br />
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Not knowing where to begin and how to begin, i have in some such way completed the first two para's.<br />
So now, lets get into a life of a college going teenager and see how distractions designs his life.<br />
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# Getting up extremely early on a Monday morning and without knowing what to do, does everything with such a hurry and finally misses the bus. What's the bloody distraction here ??? ... Well facebook and late night movies and are. You feel for it that morning, but it wins you again the following night ! Why not record notes and assignments in that list ??? Well, to answer that, i guess a very few does it the night before.... Class hours are solely meant for it and a majority do it there !<br />
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# Entering into college, we try to catch hold in sight, an immensely great looking person of the opposite sex. This one happens very rarely because, we always find super hot chicks and handsome 6-pac guys in colleges other than ours. So we get satisfied with the "sumaar figures... and soup boys" and go on to the next phase.<br />
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# Except for the alien few sitting in the first benches, none have a clue about what is taught in the class. They are engrossed in every other thing. Sometimes even the board, but surely not about the content in it . Mind you, i said only the aliens in the first benches, So this undoubtedly includes even the lecturer/professor handling the class. It would be quite a lengthy and lazy task to guess what everyone would be thinking. But it would, most of the time, be something i mentioned in the first para..So let's move on...<br />
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# In the lunch and tea, we usually discuss about the wandering thoughts we had in class, with our close mates and they their's . After the huge plenteous mid day meal, this is where, "distraction" loses it's game, however hard it tries. And this is because, Even If your eyes are wide open, you are undoubtedly in deep sleep . This technique is something that's in-born and almost every student is a master. You can be distracted from that state by just one thing - "The electronic bell", which goes off at the end of the after-lunch period.<br />
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# After the college hours, the "sumaar figures-soup boys" session repeats itself once again and injects crushes invariably to random guys and girls. As a result of which, Mark Zukerbergh has become one of the richest teen and the popularity of facebook has grown to some unimaginable extent. This phase is very shortly interrupted by dinner and goes on till.....Well it depends on the individual's state. And the whole process repeats itself once again the next day.The cycle test, and the internal exams are definite preys to our protagonist. The semester too sometime succumbs. Still very few care, and rest don't give a shit about it.<br />
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Distractions are something inevitable and a life without distractions is actually impossible.They take us further ahead from tough times. They are like pills at at times, they divert us and gives us hope.Distractions are relaxers, They make us tell "there is always a next time". They do good and they F*ck up too. It all happens<br />
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This very piece on "distraction" took around 5 distracted hours to get completed and thus proving itself right, time and again !Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-63310428888335580762013-02-10T22:42:00.001+05:302015-03-07T13:29:12.051+05:30CONTROVERSY'S BEST FRIEND - KAMAL HASSAN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Before even starting to write this
peice, i asked myself, "Do I have to spend 3 odd hours and a few units of the
abundantly available electricity, to
write this piece??" and this silly thought was because, this topic was on
it’s maximum high a few days ago. Almost everyone wrote on it, a few cursing, a
few praising, and a few even raising up. The facebook news feed’s carried only
this. Every top journalist at least mentioned about this somewhere in his post.
And of course, the news channels too, were on a total high on this debate, and
directly proportional to it was their TRP. Such was the fan following this
scenario managed to achieve, and it was solely because of the man behind this
issue and his incredible brain. This disturbing thought being on for quite
sometime, I just re-collected everything that was hooked up with this issue and
decided to go ahead with writing it. One more important factor that made me
write this was my “<i>engineering record note</i>”. Just the thought of that made me
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You should have surely guessed by
now, if not, then you are most probably some guy from mars or Jupiter.To start with, ‘<i>Vishwaroopam</i>’ befriended ‘cultural
terrorism’ on it’s way, before hitting the screens. This unfruitful friendship
yielded lots of sour fruits. This friendship was not quite surprising because, controversy
is a long time ally of ‘<i>Mr.Kamal Hassan</i>’, the man behind Vishwaroopam. One
would be surprised, only if a movie of his, releases without any sort of
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In the past, Cultural terrorism
has successfully managed to bring fame to two eminent artists; The late '<i>M.F.Hussain</i>' and '<i>Salman Rushdie</i>'. As a result of the latter’s familiarity
promotion, a book of his was made into a movie. In our case of discussion here,
the protest by self proclaimed minority Muslim groups temporarily managed to
“ban” the movie, thanks to the T.N. government. And the reasons they stated,
were rightly unknown to themselves. Their only aim was to gain popularity, and they
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The best part is, after the high dramatic fight, the result achieved was utter stupidity. A mere few dialogues were muted. And look at the brilliance here, these dialogues were very well known
to the public even before watching the film, because the opposition parties
told it in every media possible. What’s the point here ?? Don’t think too much, I know you won’t, but
still, you can never arrive at a definite answer. Such is the beauty of this
very place we live in. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After watching this mind-blowing
movie, I was told by a friend of mine to write on it. As a result, I sat out
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-24213934512172923522013-02-09T22:41:00.003+05:302013-02-09T22:41:32.302+05:30A tribute to God's Own Country !<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The lush green mountains, the step terraced farmlands on those mountainous slopes, the narrow winding roads, fog-filled early dawn, leaves with droplets waiting for the warmth of the morning sun, The complete calmness and serene beauty, are all what this human eye could perceive sitting in a car and riding through the roads of god's own country.<br />It's around 5 in the morning and rolling down of the window, just rewards me with a chill breeze brushing my face violently and sending my hair up, almost immediately. The smell of rain blended with that of the sand and the malayalam language is something that is out of explanation.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />On the way further, our car stops for a <i>chayya </i>break. The cold weather makes me shiver and cross-hands, desperately trying to cover myself from the biting cold wind. There is just this one chayya shop open in the otherwise deserted road and we are the only customers there except for the flock of pigeons coo-ing nearby.<br />The chai-walla famously known here as <i>nayar , </i>sporting a flat streak of sandal wood paste in his forehead, is briskly onto his work. Few minutes and a couple of cars pass by, before i am handed with a cup of hot tea.My shivering hands desperately hold on to the hot glass . The hot vapor rising from the glass is eaten up by the weather almost instantly and the tea is waiting to be drunk as he too cant stand the cold . The small break ending right there, our car proceeds further. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />The sunrises slowly providing the much-awaited warmth and the vehicle rides past a temple. And thank god for the small traffic, for this is where i witnessed the "bold and the beautiful"; The absolute gorgeous mallu girls in their complete traditional costume. Their wet hair fresh from bath and dark eyeliners are stunning examples of divine beauty.The men with their silk '<i>mund'</i> and the '<i>chandanam' </i>are marvellous examples of masculinity. The entire place was filled up with an incense, for which i could find no words to explain. The heavenly sounds from the traditional instrument "<i>chanda</i>" fills the air with holiness. Time had no mercy for me and was at its maximum pace. The near 5 minute stop had loads of things to be admired and looked upon.<br />This place is one of nature's pet as it fills everybody with an awe. The roads are always clean, A sight of green almost everywhere, The pride in the people never too high, never too low. 'Respect'- right there and 'humility'- of course, without any doubt. All these delights make me come to this place time and again, and i thoroughly cherish every minute of my presence, in the lap of god's own country ! </span><br />
<br />Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-33742688793590495632013-01-01T13:55:00.001+05:302013-01-01T14:16:50.064+05:30TOP 5 EPIC FAILS @ THE BOX-OFFICE - 2012<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Almost every gen-y is
out there in streets, beaches, clubs… roaming, eating ,boozing, yelling and
celebrating the last day of yet another diverse year – 2012. I was not
fortunate enough though, this year, as I missed out on this great day. I was
surrounded and confined by an usual companion; “boredom”. So I decided to do
what I most relish, ‘watching a movie’ and at ease, nicely cushioned in my sofa sans
the popcorn. and i was fortunate too, as I ended up watching a good
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<b><i>5. SAGUNI <o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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Having a top star, a top director, a top banner, shooting
for almost 2 complete years and creating all the hype possible still failed
miserably. The Tamil audiences are not such fools and proved the director
totally wrong when he thought that, just by naming his lead protagonist with
the names of <b>Superstar </b>and <b>Ulaganayagan</b> he could turn his movie
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Getting inspired metaphorically from it’s own title, The
movie is very very very very long and of course boring. Romance-Fantasy as it was claimed to be, failed to stir any of
those hormones in it’s audience but was able to achieve the impossible and most
difficult task – ‘evoking laughter’. At the end of this long movie which seemed
almost infinite, the audience laughed at themselves with shame and some with
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Raging anger
expressed in the form of a dance art is called ‘Thandavam’ or ’Rudra Thandavam’.
After completely wasting several hours
on just thinking, “why such a title for this film” ???, I hardly
got even near to the answer. Maybe I am not intellectual enough to understand
the director’s view. Well what was very much evident to my not-so-intellectual
brain was that, almost everyone who watched the movie were filled with raging
anger on the Actor, the Director, a few on themselves and on their friends who
compelled and insisted them on watching the movie the very first day. Only later did it strike me that, maybe on knowing such an outcome well in advance, the director might
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This actor has time and again failed at the box-office. Still, this year was quite good for him when compared to the last. And I have made
such a statement because, the year before, after tasting success with ‘Ko ‘ he
went on to give 3 massive flops; Rowthiram, Vandhan Vendran, Singampuli. And it’s
just 1 this year. Yeah yeah yeah….i hear some of you saying, ’hey what about
NEP???’ Well it somehow managed to stay out of the top 5 due to some other marvelous
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This film wins the race undisputedly. Though all the above
were strongly contending for the NO.1 spot, leaving me highly confused on finalizing
the chronology, this came as a great relief. It was just a desperate attempt in
filming. This made me think, if I could even include this film in the list as a 'film' . Then
I thought, of course it has to be, films like this will never be made again (
hope so…) . And there is this Actor who thinks his films are super duper hits and
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P.S – The views aired above are purely that of the author. If
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-8354001373429552652012-12-12T13:16:00.001+05:302012-12-12T21:59:12.663+05:30An Engineering dedication <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At last it's sort of over. The bloody 1 month long, blood sucking vampire. The long sleepless nights, followed by grooming up in a record time of less than 15 minutes. The Sudden remembrance of the existence of "gods", their powers, and prayers, in the mere hope of making those powers work.The half asleep morning bus travel, where heads drop down and are up almost immediately with a sigh of frustration and fear. The small chuckles, The window glances with the book wide open facing the bus top. The temporary pause to small chit-chats and gossips, which usually develop into long arguments. All this "once a 6 month torment" is at last over and for the third time. Success or Failure, it's over and done.The hard enduring mission accomplished. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The day you are born and diagnosis-ed with a penis, you are an Engineer. If the diagnosis is not the former, then you are a Doctor. The latter doesn't work out in reality as getting a doctor seat today involves humongous monetary fund . So they too unfortunately fall prey to Engineering. A few lucky ones are an exception of course . These lucky ones have realised the truth a little bit earlier and have proved themselves right by choosing arts, science and to a certain extent deemed engineering colleges and medical course.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Once the high school is over, most of us choose engineering . "why "?? Because that's what our seniors did ; Dat's what majority of people around are doing ; Dat's what, is hyped as the only source for landing up in hefty paying jobs; And the most horrible thing is, when we think that their is a factor of "geth" when we tell to someone "we are Engineers". Whatever be the college you choose, studying Engineering as a life course, that too in a country like India is a total futile and fragile attempt . And the reasons to justify this statement is very simple. "Engineering is completely filled up with unreasonable stuff" . It's completely boring to the core ; The purpose of learning all these will forever remain unknown, but you still got to learn it. You will have no clue what you are learning and most importantly "why" you are learning it. Whatever you do, engineering will win you demoralisingly on maximum occasions . Clearing engineering without a single arrear is itself considered a majestic task and even if you somehow manage to achieve this mammoth task, still your not assured of a job in your core and you can never dream of high salaries. You will land up in a mere job which will make you feel "Shit...engineering was way better" . Dat's the shear beauty of "Engineering".</span></span></div>
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-77537726818491693812012-09-24T16:47:00.001+05:302012-09-24T18:21:33.530+05:30Hurray !! ....I hav found heaven ....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Central station, Marina beach, Kapaleeshwar temple, Carnatic seasons, Mahabalipuram ; These would be the first words of a globe trotter who has just visited "namma chennai". These are what Chennai is attributed to in several writings and articles. But, Chennai has got hell a lot more than this.The original (or) real face of Chennai ; it can be said , and it is little known outside it's boundaries.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Starting with the road works of Chennai, it is one of the world's most unsolvable puzzles. and the only lot who can solve this puzzles with great ease are the "auto-wallas". A trip through some of the roads will leave you totally befuddled. If you are really lucky enough you can get to your destination in time, which happens not even once in a blue moon . It's much rarer than that . Being unlucky most of the time, you'll just have to live with the tarmac and the babble of automobiles for hours, trailing like a snail, under the hot sun . Suddenly, from nearby you can hear a yell ; " <b>vutla soltu vantiya da baemali ?? " </b>. It would most of the time belong to an auto-walla , and it's our very own "madras tamil" that he is speaking. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Wading through the traffic , take any turn and your most likely to sight a man lying down as if on a cosy couch. Is he a begger ?? maybe, he is one. But whomsoever he may be , he is drowning deep in pleasure, en-route to heaven , Giving no care to the busy life beside him , free from everything and still travelling. People crossing him, everyone gives him a gross look and a little curse, and absolutely nothing more than that . He too needs no disturbance at all . I don't know what happens to him after that , maybe he gets up and goes down again, most probably at some other place. Thanks to the "Tasmac" !! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Travelling further and into a "<b>meen sandhai",</b> will fill you in with an indescribable aroma and a never before heard clattering of voices . The clattering is so much that you can't even hear what a person standing next you says . The perfect way of describing the "meen sandhai" in madras bashai would go like this ; </span><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"</span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Angae ore galeejakudubaa, enna poyapoo" !! </span></b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Still it's a market, and people manage to sell and buy fish without much difficult, which is why, it's "Namma Chennai". </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The roads of Chennai tell you loads of things. Yes, much more than what the television can tell you . The walls of Chennai , majority of them, bear on them posters . Posters talk about every walk of life in Chennai . You can find posters depicting the happy smiling face of the political leaders, unlike that of the public, followed by the the faces of MLA's and MP's in decreasing sizes. They carry information on the "katchi manadu" which is going to be attended only by the party members. Posters depicting the hot movie releases, small posters for job vacancies which is noticed by a very few which includes the one who pasted it. And not to forget, the pan stains on these posters done by the people for 3 reasons </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Take a round around 8 or 9 in the late evening . You will be puzzled to see a huge crowd in-front of a relatively small outlet. Just look a little up and you can see the unlit board which says "tasmac shop" . You are seeing a liquor shop . Not just a liquor shop, It's the most lucrative business of the government bringing in a revenue of thousands of crores intimately, year after year after year . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The Tea kadai's , Kai endhi bhavan's , Beeda kadai's , Meen markets, Katchi manadu's ,The ever-congested roads, Non-stop horn honkings , Political posters ( right on the "stick no bills" sign) , Pan stained walls, Water stagnant roads, A good many beggers , The highly-crowded TASMAC wine shops , Fast foods , Half - boils and to top it all "The Madras Bhashai " - like a cherry on the cake, will be the perfect definition for the less known face of Chennai .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Whatsoever said and done , Either good or bad , this is true and very much present. Chennai's very own people has given Chennai this .There are people, even today coming to Chennai from everywhere to earn a living . Some, who don't like all this, curse about it, and a few walk away out of it .The others love it and they live with it , for this is what they wanted.</span></div>
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-47928811039564106212012-09-15T21:46:00.000+05:302012-09-15T21:46:00.518+05:30IT'S JUST 3 MONTHS AWAY...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So where is all the fuss now ??? it's just 3 months away , and no one is bothered at all . In fact why should we be ?? no use at all . Any guesses on what this is about ?? Well , i don't think you would have guessed it , coz as i said , none is bothered, in the first place .Okay, let me tell you myself what i am trying to say here . Nothing but the, once much feared "Doom's day - 21st Dec 2012".<br />
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Around 3 years ago , the entire world was abuzz with the 2012 apocalypse.Just mention the year 2012, and right from a 60 year old lady to a 16 year old teen will fill you with just one information ; "The world is going to end" . And the courtesy; Obviously the discovery channels started this as their usual slot and god knows how it gained so much popularity.The news channels came out from nowhere and did shows on this. Yes , you are right, they were undoubtedly uncertain about whatever they said . And you are once again right, that's how they are ( the news channels ) most of the time . You cannot entirely blame them for this , it's the subject they handle make them so. For example, consider the Indian politics. It is no less than a tough competitor to fiction . Fiction too can become a fact miraculously, but i doubt that with the former.<br />
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Coming back topic, The newspapers said we too can and came with crunchy rubrics.NASA, considered to be the messiah of science, too played it's part very faithfully. And to top it all "The Hollywood" considered as the face of world cinema came up with a million dollar movie - "2012". The movie made two things certain ,<br />
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Apart from the media , an important source for this horrifying news was none other than the "Mayan's" .<br />
And the spotty evidence they gave ; Their long run calender finally ends on 21st Dec 2012. I don't think anyone knew when it started in the first place. If a small Mayan tribe can predict the end of world and attribute it to a mere calender , Why can't we raised the "NASA" . They went on to state several reason such as, Magnetic pole shifts , Sun storms and several such theories about which the common man had no clue of .So what did he do ??? Yes, he "Googled" it . To make things more intricate, Google had in it's possession many videos containing the animated depictions of the Sun , the Earth and other galaxies in the course of explaining the stated theories . The seeker's state was at it's pathetic best ; He/She blankly had no clue at all . Without no further choice he chose to do the ultimate thing ; to believe what NASA said (i.e) "The world is coming to the end" . He did one more social thing , "spreading the word" and he did it astonishingly well.<br />
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As time passed, even the horrifying news of the world coming to an end, faded away. Now it's just 3 months away and i being a responsible citizen thought "why not spread the word ?? " and ended up writing this . You having read this would have thought of , well say , at least the "2012" movie , Thus making me achieve my purpose of writing this piece - "spreading the word " </div>
Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-30624593625267016222012-08-26T21:05:00.001+05:302012-08-26T21:18:55.511+05:30YOUR COLLEGE DREAMS ?? WELL, IT'S QUITE SHATTERED !!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“One of the most lively, amusing, boisterous, witty, and
amazing experiences </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have had in </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">life – MY COLLEGE DAYS” ……This is what your
dad, uncle, or even your grand dad would have told you....this is what, is being
, and, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">has been shown invariably in the cinemas
too …. But believe me, this is a great piece of fiction these days.…..even more
fictitious than the action sequence of Mr. Vijayakanth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> “WTF…..come to my
college…sorry, sorry, My Regiment. These above said things are just a bunch of
totally alien words which are found and strictly restricted to the English textbooks
alone. I am pretty sure people here, are
far….very far away from all those”, will be the reply of majority of engineering
college students, of today, sparing a very few lucky ones. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The rules these colleges stipulate are bizarre and crazy,
and the best part, they have “paid men” to check if those foolish rules are being
followed. If not (in majority of cases), they are given the highest responsibility
to make the students follow them. And as a result, these men (along with their
families) land up being cursed severely. One way they are very lucky too, no human in
this entire world can land up in this type of an incredible job. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What are these rules?? Well, to mention a few common ones </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">RULE NO 1: Dress code – “strictly formals”. The reason
the management says - “We professionalise students for the office environment”,
which sounds totally stupid . They consider wearing jeans, Quoted T-shirts and
Flip-flops a crime, only because they did not get to wear any of those in their
college days. (The management in most institutions comprises of men in their
late 60’s and 70’s)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> RULE NO 2: A clean shaven face is a must. “Hair coloring”
– no way. “Long hair” – only for </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">girls.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> RULE NO 3: This is seen in very few colleges, but a complete disaster for
youth-hood "</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Strictly no talking with the opposite sex” .I seriously can’t find out one good </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">reason for
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> And there are much
more sillier ones not even worth mentioning in the first place. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Teach me rules, ill teach you how to break them” will be
the daring attitude of many fresher’s . All most all of them will be proved
wrong within the first week , and a few others
who cannot accustom to these, and are a little high on the financial side, run away to join hands with those few lucky
ones, i mentioned earlier. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, how do they make them follow???.... .This is where the
IDENTITY CARD comes into the act. This plastic and a rope combination becomes
almost an additional temporary organ of the body during the stay in the campus.
A guy/girl sans the “ID Card” will be subjected to questioning by each and every
single person they walk across (which sometimes includes even their fellow
mates, as one without the id card is equal to an “alleged”) .The answers to these
questions will most likely be followed by some more questions, which will be
followed by further more, Until the student accepts whatever he/she is said to
have done . Acceptance, having done, is followed-up by the worst part- “advices”.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With this deteriorative routine in place, the work of the “paid
men” becomes very easy. All they have to do is to deprive the “non-rule
follower” of his/her id card. The student after experiencing the above routine,
even once, will automatically obey whatever is said to them, from the very next
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, why not question your right?? and the immediate reply to
this……. “What’s wrong ??? does not have
any place in this environment . Rules….just rules, rule the place”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If so , why don’t you hold a “strike” ??,will be your next …..
“Strike” is a prohibited word in the campus. Barely anyone caught even talking
about this will be subjected to intense questioning which will be followed by “suspension”
(which in few cases leads to even dismissal) if you were really planning to organize
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can’t you have fun without letting anyone know you are
having fun?? Well, the question in itself
is very absurd , but if you manage to find an answer to this unsound question and
go further more, by following your answer, “KUDOS” to you . You are an “eminent
survivor”. </span></div>
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Rahul Kannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562060052698671489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187276842319182124.post-49288764274325814722012-08-18T19:50:00.001+05:302012-08-19T13:18:19.126+05:30 NEGLIGENCE .......NEGLECTED !!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is a common sight now - negligence. Not an issue at all, on most probable instances . It has taken an uproot slowly and steadily into all possible routes of almost all available practices today .Even the thought of negligence has been neglected . A person talking about such things is branded "impractical , crazy , half-baked and other such adjectives available in vocabulary. </div>
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The negligence of an insane van driver having an opening, as big as a monsoon time potholes found in our very own roads, right in the walking platform of the van is totally ridiculous, yet a fact ! The idea of covering it with a tyre is shear stupidity ..... The ever pampering parent who is always ready for a silly shout with the van driver for dropping off their kid at the street corner , has no botherance about the huge hole that directly opens to the ground below . Neither are the school supervisors who are busy "gossiping" at P.T rooms which are solely built and now found in very few schools for this alone ! The R.T.O is all time busy ,counting notes, granting F.C's and license to even blind persons provided they are ready to spend a few thousands. He has absolutely no time to carry out this giant task : "inspection" .. I doubt , whether rto's these days, even have a clue of what this word means ! </div>
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The negligence of a swimming coach, who's much bothered about almost everything other than his job as a coach....The laxity of a building contractor , his highly influential boss ...and the carelessness of the the public . All of these have lead to the highest level of consequences : " The death of human lives" . </div>
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Even the law on "negligence of duty" has been forgotten until our protagonist claimed a few lives very recently . Every television news channel started talking about this and newspapers wrote on this . The monetary funds released as a token of condolence is just an escape strategy of the government and is of very little value . As Mr. Kamal Hassan says "marakaromo illayo .....marandhirom" ( fogive or not, we forget ! ) . All this will be forgotten very soon . </div>
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Right from the negligence of the usage of mobile phone and the ever raising global warming issues, which are going to have no immediate critical effect on mankind -to- the negligence of persons mentioned above and almost every other male/female which includes even me , have directly or in-directly been the cause for several unfruitful consequences.</div>
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The sad demise of small school going children in the past month, who are in no way even near to the "r" of "responsibilty" made me write this article , which is also going to be neglected in a matter of minutes after one reads it .</div>
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