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tuib is back.nice.i somehow like the way she writes. once read a month worth posts of diff bloggers and that night i had a dream with these bloggers singing song. tuib sang happiness is a warm gun.weird that was. i dint knew half the people in that dream.

had data mining exam today. so let me declare i now know what exactly data mining means. to the spirit. have to read 80 pages and mine 8 lines which are actually needed

i sat and analyzed my exam patters.a year or a month or a week.i start only the day before.read the book and prepare notes.get up on the morning of the exam and read the notes for about three hours.write that for three year. forget it even before i finish exam. complete knowledge i know.

and marks. if its really tough and all are struggling to pass i get four above pass marks. if its really dumb easy peasy paper i still get four marks above pass.damanicka..

and exam.write what i know for about 70mins. dream away the next 40 mins. then attempt others.

today during that dream40 time i was playing some music in my head. btw they should allow ipod in the xam hall. cant study without music. anyways i got idea for a musical short play sorts. like vividly. i shall write it down soon enough.

except for 11th and 12th schooling fully in christian instis. till 8th i was in the choir. and when i was in 8th i knew 1k of the 4k dhivya prabandhams. i knew shasranamam as well. and did my mirudangam arangetrem. now i cant even recollect pallandu. still love the early morning hot pongal during marghazhi. marghai thigal madi niraya pongal..


and i love the gregorian chats. used to listen to them in the churches. some days back i was listening to some gregorian stuff on you tube and this came up



and more..


downloaded the 6 chapters. all famous songs. tharmar. love it. and listen to this


ignore the music if you not a metal head. try to see the full video. for small time bands this is a breakthrough.

lyrics-
Shri bhagavan uvaca
Kutastvaa kashmalamidam vishame samupasthitam
Anaryajushtamasvargyamakirtikaramarjuna

Arjuna Uvaca
Na hi prapashyami mamapanudyadyacchokamucchoshanamindriyanam
Avapya bhumavasapatnamrddham rajyam suranamapi cahipatyam

Sanjaya uvaca
Evamuktva hrishikesham gudakeshah parantapah
Na yotsya iti govindamuktva tushnim babhuva ha

Dilemma amidst Kurukshetra yet Arjuna spoke like a wise man
The battle of Shreyas and Preyas enshrouds the Dharma Yuddha

Ashocyan anvashocas tvam

In both Krishna and Arjuna it shines eternally
One knows and the other knows not
A reality that shines even in one's ignorance
And shines the same in one's wisdom

Nasato vidyate bhavo nabhavo vidyate satah
Ubhayorapi drshtontah tvanayostattvadarshibhih
Avinashi tu tadviddhi yena sarvamidam tatam
Vinashamavyayasyasya na kashchitkartumarhati

Amidst chaos tranquility is bestowed
In action you see inaction
To see beyond the horizon you've got to unlearn your learning

Amidst the battlefield of Kurukshetra Brahmavidya was unveiled to Arjuna
That the Self is certainly Brahman
That which no weapons can kill

Nasato vidyate bhavo nabhavo vidyate satah
Ubhayorapi drshtontah tvanayostattvadarshibhih
Avinashi tu tadviddhi yena sarvamidam tatam
Vinashamavyayasyasya na kashchitkartumarhati

Yatra yogeshvarah krisno yatra oartho dhanurdharah
Tatra shrirvijayo bhutirdhruva nitirmatirmama
Om tatsaditi shrimadbhagavadgitasupanishatsu
Brahmavidyayam yogashastre shrikrishnarjunasamvade
Mokshasannyasayogo nama ashtadashodhyahah


i love this band. and this song is my fvrt for the lyrics.

song:aham brahamasmi
lyrics:
Shri bhagavan uvaca
Kutastvaa kashmalamidam vishame samupasthitam
Anaryajushtamasvargyamakirtikaramarjuna

Arjuna Uvaca
Na hi prapashyami mamapanudyadyacchokamucchoshanamindriyanam
Avapya bhumavasapatnamrddham rajyam suranamapi cahipatyam

Sanjaya uvaca
Evamuktva hrishikesham gudakeshah parantapah
Na yotsya iti govindamuktva tushnim babhuva ha

Dilemma amidst Kurukshetra yet Arjuna spoke like a wise man
The battle of Shreyas and Preyas enshrouds the Dharma Yuddha

Ashocyan anvashocas tvam

In both Krishna and Arjuna it shines eternally
One knows and the other knows not
A reality that shines even in one's ignorance
And shines the same in one's wisdom

Nasato vidyate bhavo nabhavo vidyate satah
Ubhayorapi drshtontah tvanayostattvadarshibhih
Avinashi tu tadviddhi yena sarvamidam tatam
Vinashamavyayasyasya na kashchitkartumarhati

Amidst chaos tranquility is bestowed
In action you see inaction
To see beyond the horizon you've got to unlearn your learning

Amidst the battlefield of Kurukshetra Brahmavidya was unveiled to Arjuna
That the Self is certainly Brahman
That which no weapons can kill

Nasato vidyate bhavo nabhavo vidyate satah
Ubhayorapi drshtontah tvanayostattvadarshibhih
Avinashi tu tadviddhi yena sarvamidam tatam
Vinashamavyayasyasya na kashchitkartumarhati

Yatra yogeshvarah krisno yatra oartho dhanurdharah
Tatra shrirvijayo bhutirdhruva nitirmatirmama
Om tatsaditi shrimadbhagavadgitasupanishatsu
Brahmavidyayam yogashastre shrikrishnarjunasamvade
Mokshasannyasayogo nama ashtadashodhyahah




bloody am going to start a diff blog for music.loads of new indian stuf i listen to these days. need to keep track of names and links.

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what can you do when you feel bored

note-all photos are of poor quality.adjust.

so in one of the blogs i read-http://bit.ly/cq3quD

was talking with one of my chennai friends about this difference in our perception of humor. the tamizh mallu ones are quite similar. goltu kannada ones same. and then the north indian ones. the cross regional attraction is not that great here. and as the lady complains most of the famous indian humour blogs seem to have a tamizh or mallu behind it. even on twitter. same story.we worship crazy mohan.

you see its basically the tam bram sense of beauty and humor. they are skeptical and cynical, like natural. ask them tam brams who know live in joint families and all. atleast half the family will be pj-ists. the athimbers(breed of uncles) usually. sama pjs. even in normal times never has a straight forward comment been passed in my family. all of them are indirect, spun with puns and highly cynical. once you get past the cynical part that usually hurts, you tend to appreciate. some people dont get the cynic or sarcasm part and laugh along. my thatha was a theatre artist. did the comedy work for his group. he wrote the jokes for himself and acted them out.am talking of 1940-1960 period. now including my dad 8 kids. one died early. of the seven 3 inherited his sense of humor. the typical tam bram humor. told with a smiling face. met by a smiling face. cynical. the puns. the double meaning stuff. higher line of tamizh they use. the brahmin tamizh is totally different form the normal. and its not like what the tamizh cinemas make it out to be. brahmin house holds are never quiet. something has to keep on happening. they always something discuss. colorful.

and the gods. every orthodox brahmin family like us will own a temple or two. and have small size figures of gods called vigraham. get up early do pooja,change the gods dress. i love this part. we have loads of small colorful silk pieces. i love dressing them up. they are the length of a grown ups fore arm. the vigrahams i mean. every chitra pournami we all get together, each household cooks whatever the lady specialises in,go to beach and enjoy. all grown ups will also play. amma always made bisibela bath. range it will be. and when about 30 of us sit and have it together pjs again. true there have been lot of squables among the women, but it goes on you know. considered normal.

the mallu have similar stuff going. and another way is how you pronounce. the accent. stuff like halo dubaiya.. brodhar maarg..likeyachaild.. nanari payale.. but the best humor site imo is one mr.shenoy. a mumbai northie fellow. his googling make seaching faster,the co-ordinate ones are gems. i showed them to my appa. over joyed he was. and when i told him there is a whole gang on twitter which appreciate such stuff he even enquired about. i say even because he loathes technology net cell and all. unless its really serious appa always have a shenoy up his sleeve.

my dad and his youngest brother are regarded as one of the finest pjists our family has seen. in any family function(which in our joint family system means death annivs,60th bday and any shit) after food they will sit down with the thambulam(beatle leaves and all) dad and my uncle will start off..they will pick on someone..usually new and like enquire, which to a stranger sound like a concerned person asking stuff. he will be finished off that day. in dads office circle same story.

amma is more serious. and it doesnt help that my bro inherited this. many times appa will say one of those shenoy sentences and amma will do the hitting head thing. she has had it for 23 years now. cant blame. and i will also do the hear hitting thing when my bro adds to it. when ever dads friends come they expect me to crack those pun pj stuff. disappointed they are.i used to do those pj things in 11 th and 12th and all. but Friends got irritated. cant blame thing. i never shut up. and they are not used to this thing. so i shut up. havent opened till now.

this jan one of dads best friends celebrated 60th bday. so the whole crowd was there. one of them uncles told me what happened in 1987. dad was working in bhopal. being the guy from whom i inherited all this laziness he remembered 15 days before marriage that his colleagues cant read the tamizh wedding invite he had with him. so he asked his friends to print a simple english invite. they were meant for his seniors. so had to be official and all. being bugged by his pjs this is what they printed.

more such stories i have been told. for long they had me believing that appa was a normal fellow who scored 100 in his puc math and all.. did bcom.. had a bank job before he finished college..worked hard and helped his 3 sis get married..turns out it was nothing like that. appa was a gethu photographer. won competitions and all. he decided to become a proper pro. and the first photographs he sold to papers were from a camera he and and his friend had made. which meant they take that device to the place.remove the cover once. thats all. one shot.

anyways dad got the bank job so that he could earn a bit and get a camera. in 1984 he got his camera. 3000 rupees. that was huge in those days. and he needed lens. so each sis had to give away one of those chains. he promised to buy them later. he had saved like hell it seems. and he got and stared clicking. will disappear for a week with no info and come back suddenly. but then new rules came. thatha retired from pwd. so dad had to take over and marry off the three atthais. then they had him married him too. so struck with bank job since then. he clicked so much. it was only this year i got to see so much of the old photos.

now i have got his old slr. a pentax. a part is needed. waiting for it to arrive. he gave it to me on a promise that i keep it loaded.always. he did. used click me and my bro a lot. so many photo in my house. all these days i knew a different appa. it was this year i heard loads of weird stories. like going and camping in unknown beach stretch for a week for photos and all. and he listened to english music. lol. and this time some of his friends gave some old photos that i dint have before.few of them..

the old mandavelli house in the 80s.big green independent house.photographs of chennai from that era are brilliant. i like that chennai better than the present one. grandpa in the centre. he is going to hit 90 this year. he is considered gethu astrologer. but after telling the star charts and all he advices the party the logically good choice. was ridikuled when he suggested the temple owner to let the son go ahead with love marriage and all. violet saree grandma.green saree eldest daughter.then the two other daughter. top from left-dad's elder bro,the youngest bro,dad,dads younger brother..

dad when he was in kovai..

dad(on the pipe) and his room mate in bhopal..

dad had to go away after couple of weeks i was born. grandma dint let him take photo of me due to superstitions. never left me she..still dad managed..

dad's friend gave this.again me the chamathu..

my year old brother.reason why you should always keep your camera loaded..

when we were in delhi. my mothers amma. dear pati who is no more..that f1 driver..guess..guess..

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ps-like i said am bored

so it still goes on..

books.dont read them. the ones that make sense to you that talk to you. mindless comical ones are good. they dont tell you anything. but the ones that are rich in literature, in thoughts avoid them. complicate our lives these. makes us think complex things. take us away from simplicity. and more importantly originality. you might not do the same things as a character from the book does. but something, some little thing will change the way you think. its more on a sub conscious way. the more you know, the more you read the originality goes. goes out of you. you become the product of some words and images they create in your mind. now if words wrote themselves then this power they have makes sense. but someone else you never knew is talking to you. telling you what to do. and he learnt it some where else.

i hate how indians name their kids. they all mean something. like if you see a kid and it has bulgy eyes just name it kirit. it has a name to be called by. matter over. i hate names which have sanskrit origins. all these girls name those end with the ah. too many fancy names doing rounds these days. sayu said her friend name was rinila or something just because it doesnt mean anything. now that makes sense. even the present day perception of intelligence baffles me. with wikipedia and shit now intelligence seems to imply knowledge. and i wont call it knowledge for they dint work to procure it. and whats with the general crowd. when i had loads of hair every unknown fucker asked me why. and i shave it off unknown bastards come and run their hand over their head implying my hair. considering the watch gesture i can only assume stuff. a junior girl who never spoke with me before came and asked why i got rid of it. and people dont seem to like direct self centrism. or more like narcism. but those fancy words. anyways everyone is. some place or the other in a more "dignified manner" they do it. what i do for my convenience seems to get branded. labels. oh how i hate them.

normality seems to confuse me as well. as in what it actually implies. which buffer idiot is normal for me to gauge against and decide my normality. is gabtun normal? is tr normal? those who achieve anything are never normal going by the present day definition of normality by so called normals. when a musician or a scientist(great ones) when they lived wouldt be what is called normal. but they do something great and others lick it and forget the abnormal part. genius is abnormal. when a genius lets himself to be worshipped he aint a genius any more. and if i was offered a genius boon in anything in life i would want it. gauging. complexing life.

a world without border,politicians nations and shit.. food grows.. just take it and eat it. nothing else is needed for survival. how the fuck did we let so much complexities get into our lives. we are the biggest foolish and delusional set of creatures ever. jeez to claim the zenith of even something like foolishness seems delusional in itself. would that makes us the most delusional creatures ever? lets build more industries. more wars. destroy and be done. we are here to destroy the world but i think we are utterly in competent to do that. we think we are doing it well but that seems another dimension of our delusion. we are complicating it for nature now. this destruction. many suggest that without man the balance in the world would be there. it wouldnt be. we are balancing the world by destroying things. without us there will be too much good. we put the evil in the world. its needed. but we are not doing it good. trying to cure a dying man and then killing his cruel . and now trying to finish his life in one swish of the blade and we find out we are incapable of that too.

books.money.anything paper burn them. burn the trees. they should never make pages. or any form of it. i wonder if that will reduce the materialistic beast in us. not having the solid money, to hold on to get attached..when it is virtual maybe there is hope we would grow tired. and no more babies please. not the annoying part. but rather enough is enough. when will we cease to exist. we are getting bored here. i wont fuck another girl just to get the kid. poor indian parents of the 80s. most of the fucks was just for kids. or they got us to presume so. and there is more sex in the rural than in the cities.

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ps-now am totally loving simon and grufunkel.mainly because they dont try to tell me anything. they talk of girls they fucked.thats nice

start meesic

everyone is a metal head. or rather can become one. if you have some one who an introduce you to the right kind. i mean what ever is your fvrt genre of music, a fusion of it will exist in some sub genre of metal. when you start warming to it moving on to related sub genre,then the whole genre and then the other genre as well. its sort of irritating when death metal is called metal and the rest is metal. or alternative. the sub genre of metal are mind boggling..this is not exhaustive,but correct in essentials..a base to understand metal genre..

my journey to metal traces to its roots. i learnt the mirudangam. typical tam bram family mine. joint family. all cousins play some instrument or sing. carnatic. mylapore our area. kancheepuram fellows we. anyways carnatic and ilayaraja-thats what i grew on. so slowly i moved into fusion and what i loosely termed world music. then to the usual classic shit. orchestra music. not its from orchestra music and the black slave music(blues) that metal traces itself. for more details on metal origin see the documentry "metal-a headbangers journey". must see.brilliant.

anyways i listened to metallica s&m. symphony and metallica. that symphony part made me listen the first time. then i fell in love with that. so listened to original songs. then explored that genre. thrash metal that is. and now any shit that is decent i listen. norway and swedish black metal too. introduced my brother to metal too. its just knowing whats their fvrt genre of music and getting that metal sub genre. for my brother soad did the trick.

anyways due to my almost violent passion for music i have ben thinichufying people with music. should stop that. still, music for this season. new stuff i have been listening to..

business class refuges by karthick and gotham-brilliant. the best album in the world music genre from india in the last year. gethu electronica with traditional stuff fused beautifully. and that earthsync label, their influence plastered all over the album.quality. sure listen. dont miss it.

music for crocodile,susheela raman- i hate her tamizh songs. too much of a purist to like her sense of melody. but the first six tracks in this album are in english with that carnatic touch and i love them all. melodic. good lyrics. simple. and great base.

priority,niladri kumar- i knew this guy was famous and good. was on zakir hussain masters of percussion group. but this was the first proper album of his that i listened. not great. but good enough. his other stuffs good.

rudra-death metal from singapore. tamizh guys all of them. now the lyrics of this band is great. all on hinduism and all. go and check the lyrics atleast. range fellows.

elect the dead symphony-loved it. of course symphony means i will love it. but when its serj with all his usual brilliance..its magical. that melodic feel is different and brilliant. specially lie lie lie.

midwinter blues,tori amos-if its a female artist i skip it. only like couple of them exceptions..dido..then fergie(coz of bep fcroz)..now this.normally lyrics if decent enough good for me. i dont give that much importance as i do to a base line..but this is good

guitars,gangster and cadiallac blood by volbeat-new stuff this. cant place its metal genre. sort of mixed. but gethu.

black pyramid,self titled-melodic metal usually have few seconds on melody and more of metal.this is the first one that balances them both beautifully.

slash-i love this guy.gnr.bah.this album like features 15 famous gethu artists . each song is of a different sub genre. most of them are good

and finally i am addicted to led zeplin-avoided it just coz everyone hyped it up. and then bob dylan and simon and garfunkel. same reason hype. also tabla beat science. used to listen to few tracks. now love them all. more such stuff. but i shall stop.

the reason why i blog of such useless stuff-exams. them final sem exams. so do anything that helps you avoid that word- study. also am jobless. not technically. but in essence. and tamizh new year. next one i will hopefully be devouring ammas special food.

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slice

so another month and a half and we leave raipur. this being my only mushy outlet, all feelings post about the four years and raipur from now on. so first the nice things- birthdays.

hostel bdays same ritual-11.50 crowd gathers..11.58 you loose any sense of your bum being there.about 40 guys wack you. after like ten minutes endless hugs and wishes. and the room mates get the hit. guys put on their football studs and hit us with all the force they can. and then the cake. and then the booze. the next day night the dinner (half in our case) is on you.

its almost the same case in our house. the number is less. mama(shobith) was the first bday here. and we stumbled upon a new bakery. now we are regulars. that fat shop owner smiles wide when he sees he. he once said we make him do the best cakes. anyways here go the cakes..more or less as per dates..the cakes and the story behind it.

shobith krishna(mama,means pimp)

the first cake. so nothing special about it. cake tasted good. and mama. small fellow. we pull his leg with the 14 year old tag. as cheerful as they get..

rajesh(juju)

my first proper friend from college. so in our second year, we started playing fifa at about 10 in the morning. we had a train at 5pm. at 4.30 soori came and alerted us. till then we were playing fifa and never realised time slipping by. love football. chelsea supporter he. both of us love that long range shots. even now our fifa madness has not diminished.

Raghu

the architect.this was supposed to be a metallica guitar cake. we dint give him a pic and he dint get the idea. so this. but the cake was gethu taste. anyways no explanation needed. music. metalheads. his sense of beauty and stuff amazes me. idiot , his crush is the best girl in our batch and hence out. kindles my interest in architecture from the aesthetic point. silent and strong

Sundar(sangili-means iron chain)

revidi type. madurai fellow. no interest in studies. but one the most practically intelligent fellow one comes across. sadly on his bday all shops were closed. we bugged our cake fellow for this.once his bed started burning when he was away. so much cigg buds . rolled me my first proper joint. always ready to try stuff.next to perla that thirst to learn new stuff. last 6 months been in the green in the share market.

me

no explanation needed i guess. unconditional love. bday on diwali. the best diwali we had.

Nikhil(achan.also bds)

on sundars bday we all got drunk. and nikhil drank half the old monk bottle got really high. passed out. next day morning this christian called his dad and told them that he got drunk and wants to come home. lol. he went. they told him not to come back till college ended. sama comedy. that day he was in full form. such a gethu helpful and patient fellow. and we got drunk on this day too. old monk. my fvrt. the rum is always gone. rum flavoured cake..

Bipin(square shoulders.like perfect square)

so this guy cleared jmat,iift and all. cleared jee too before. sadly ended with me. good for us. the way he irritates kavin(thala)..stuff of legends..the only fellow who poses patiently for me. funny fellow. man marks the hell out of you. and the gadgets he has-a brilliant phone that i can do no justice and a 1980 lappy. this cake was supposed to be a mac book mocking that. but cake guy screwed as normal guy not there.

hari(kadlai)

so the number here-the girl we tease him with. he is always on the phone. sabaa. over range memory. tata power. aways takes up stuff and gets it done. terrible temper. and this girl in question-its a triangle from our view. the other guy gujju also from chennai. so all the leg pulling was done..and vadakali nai...

elavarasan(ila)

he can never exist without fags. even now (its 4am.monday) he is waiting so that he could have a fag. tapri opens at 4.30..this guys worldly knowledge pwns us all. but somehow he left his sense in his room as he changed the foto in the admit card of his room mate and wrote his supply exams instead of him. got caught the last exam. anyways when i needed kerberos server up in a day he did it for us. sama gethu fellow. range fitness. but bad treshold when it comes to booze..

surya(maplai)

manu jersey. red devil he. as pure as they come. a long one at that. even now when we dav guys get together that finals win over ranipet is projected like a worldcup win. soori was the ranipet captain. got into fight with my friends. when i first came here a bit skeptical. but gethu fellow. sama football. comedy. broken knee.

Vishnu(kuchi)

almost all who read this must be reading his blog. still.. fellow metal head. scourse shit..now the thing is he takes bath twice. a month. in winter. summer thats four. hes a janthu.. sleeps at about 8 in the morning. stays awake the whole night. always up for trips. perfect companion. even our houses knows he doesnt take bath. all tease him for that. looks like the only fellow who will continue and work with me. loads of common interest. and we call him kuchi for good reason. so thin.

siva(skippy)

he joined our household late. silent. tech geek. sema range fellow. so the java cake. his tryst with girls are stuff of legend. clue-skippy is a girls nick name..

and when we were in hostel,second year cake

after the first cake, our baker got better. every time we went he was happy. no one in this dusty village ordered such cakes. he used to put in special effort.sad we are leaving him. before we go a big farewell cake.the best one..

whenever we had a booze thing for the bday the guy getting the booze meets with an accident always. no idea why. and as we stuff our self with food he can only look on.am bad in this remembering date thing. hopefully i wish all these guys next year. would be weird to move back to chennai after four years..i wont miss my college or my class mates. but raipur and these guys .oh yes. without them life here wouldnt be one. football, trips which i randomly plan-always they come on. hopefully i find such adventurous gang again..

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ps-missing couple of cakes here-sisir specially.wasnt there and dint click his cake.

masters of peace and covalent bonds-a cbag type long post

hold on..

water..

hold on..

have been waiting in the air tonight...

wathaa dei...

my room mate and recognised a string in the way,caught it with his hands and then pulled it down and put his foot down.unfortunately one end of the string was latching on to a loose nail and the other end was holding one of the nets.siva was angry..ila started laughing."dei sorry da machan".and for the next 5 mins he laughed his intestines out..siva angry. waatha thevdiya..

he walked down the stairs down.when he turned a 180degree stairs his left leg stared rotating.separately. he knew something was wrong.so determined he walked down as steadily as he could and to his bed.and slept off. he had a dream. in that dream he sat up from his bed.he switched on his laptop,and started to type a new blog post.he felt his laptop slipping away from him..he was determined not to let his high get him.he adjusted himself and gripped his lappy tighter lest he should drop it.and he started to read bharathiyar poems.and he started to type his post.he would blog about the day before treat at apnha dabha.

tooooooooooooooooinuuuuuuuuuu(spiral in the spiral architect).....our day before flash back..

saturday-

there was a one.after that maybe a million. in our case it was ten. now its 13. final year college. we decided that unless all of us who can sit for jobs get placed no treats.now the day of the treat. 3 o clock chennai super kings match. viajy sema batting.csk win.me happy.manu looseto chelsea at ot.me happy.and arsenal 90 mins nil nil.fuck.

went off to the treat.the 4th years and the rest of tamizh and mallu juniors.more than 30 guys were there.all happy. so we opened the bear carte. every where bear. and the four bottles of whiskey. royal stag.ice cubes and soda comes. and so it goes..

so first it a tamizh junior who has missed a year. he got high and sober and told u his story. in short, sumall village, he loved,she gave psudo dhoka..no sex sadly..anyways now she has married broken his heart(hero fucked his football carer,and all such filmi stuff). now she is messaging after her marriage.so he tells us whole story, feels a lot. being responsible seniors 7 peg surya and 4-peg me adviced him.podi thevidyana sollidu,all girls are bitches.. all such wisdom. guy feels more,drinks more and goes out to the lawn vomits and lies down.his role is over in the party. whole mood is sober and all sober talks. next now9-peg surya tells his story.the sleeping part.i smoke my usual one. then some junior came and told us of that hero junior.so we go to the lawns to get him up.urupudadhu..

next a mallu junior told us a story of his brother died and he asked his parents and uncles and aunts why they let his bro die.the tamizh nadu jr not to be left behind blabs his girl story, i sit and listen. thats what i do at all parties.get slitcha high and listen. its nice fun. by this time my mallu room mate is high and putting up a good act.two juniors break into a fight. my roomie insults my batch mate badly.in a nakkal kind of way.then he vomits..

now all are high.ekachaka comedy.then i want to come home.heavy stomach.he dint have enough cash for the bill.someone pitched in 600(usually they dont carry cash for treats). i come home. its nearly 1 before all come.i mean all.all the juniors and all. my 9-peg one joint room mate is out.so we carry him on to the bed.whole house alcohol smell.worst. more mattai cases as other guys come and sleep in our house.and they want only the air cooler rooms.seri that over.then joints.now i find out arsenal won the match.nicklas scored in 94th min.naice.

some people first time and here for the weed. bad stuff. nothing much.stupid weed.over hype..

now this was written and stored as a post. he decided to post it only if he got high again.so he copied this into another post.remember this is all dream.anyways he then dreamt about his ex and his mom fighting and he beeing helpless.one more in mumbai.one more dream bastar.just then he felt a shrug.

i was holding the laptop in the same position. i had typed out the entire post till now. after couple of joints i got high. so i dreamt that i did all this as i was asleep(i know i was asleep and what i was seeing was a dream). but in that dream i had typed all this.without mistake even when there was no light.gethu typing i say.when my room mate ruffled me and asked me if i was coming to the tapri for tea then i realised.

so i was under the feeling that i was asleep,was seeing all the dreams(dreams were for four hours apparently),but actually did all and just realised all this.and the 4 hour dream was in about 15 mins.now my orientations gone.saw flashes of people. my room mates. my amma. a gethu figure who am not able to place. then i somehow walked with kuchi to the 24x7 tapri and had tea.just then i realised that i did not walk in dream from house to tapri.second blackout.worst. then ihad couple of chai.now typing this para. still disoriented. like i said orientation problem. but since i had typed this out am posting it as such. i think now i get how people feel creative when they are high with weed. for example..

at the tapri i asked kuchi-what mobile will draupadi get??

kuchi-??

me-sorry.try again.what mobile will sita get?

kuchi-dei sundar yedhavudhu solluda..

me-sorry.ok what mobile will madhavi get.sorry kannagi get?

kuchi-dont know da.

me-karboon mobiles da..

kuchi-yenda

me-coz shes koval-nlty bonded.(carbonds bond covalently.this kuchi told me before i smoked)

more such jokes came to mind. but i dint want to torture. next time more joints. and stronger.this is nice. btw i felt like my hip was rotation and my body being static.all this time.night.or rather morning all..btw why are these four whiskey bottles under my bed?ah fuck

free

ps-btw cbag is chetan bhagath

pps-who ever said floyd and weed made for each other.die.its mokkai. i listened to paruthiveeran songs.now thats made for weed.gethu.but the best was to listen to ilayaraja..suubar feeling..free