short story 4m a long story

hi ppl... hmmm, i ve selected da first chapter about da female lead to be put up on the net, i have written it in great haste.. but pls do readit n post yr honstcomments abt it...
now, here it s....
She was thinking of the day before as she was brushing, looking at her clear face in the mirror.My god! Nobody can imagine to do things half as crazy as her
Shakthi was a twenty-year-old girl. She was extremely tall, around 5’8’, dark hair, . A lovely structure and a happy face. Anybody who looked at her face could not go without returning a smile. Always there was some kind of happiness or satisfaction in her face, a selfless look at the same time an egoistic arrogance. Difficult to interpret what it was. But nobody could say it was unfriendly. It was inviting. Nobody would find themselves hesitant to talk to her. But kiddish she was, people loved her for that.
.She llooked at the time, 7.20. gosh! When will she ever learn to be in time? She finished her brushing , took bath and got ready in a hurry.She hurried to the station.There were her friends waiting for her.
“ did you watch the latest trailer of the movie?,”
“amazing song”
there was some discussion about some movie going on.But shakthi s mind was not in it.She was very restless.She got into the train.She got down from the train, once she remembered something.Ya, Radhikha was not there. No matter how late she went, she never could leave Radhika and go.
Radhika came panting, “ oops, sorry shak.Late because of me again?’
“of course.I never thought god could ever create someone who is less punctual than me.”
“I am not going to say sorry. I ll come early next day.”
The next train came.they got into it.It started raining.”wow” said shakthi.
The next half an hour, shakthi and radhikha were in their own worlds.Talking and laughing like two crazy girls.They never ran out of topics.That was the beauty of friendship.There is nothing more beautiful in this world than having a real intimate friend, who can identify somethin is wrong with you just by looking at you, who can understand your every move.
They then switched on their radio in high volume and started singing in a high pitch.Radhikha had completely closed her eyes, Shakthi through the corner of her eyes saw, Mr.Ramakrishnan their electronics devices professor in the next station..She hit Radhikha hard on the shoulder.But Radhikha did not seem to notice it at all.Ramakrishnan was staring at them.Shakthi hit radhikha really hard after putting off the radio.Only after the radio was put off did Radhikha ever open her eyes.By the time they had crossed the station.Shakthi was now worried.”hey, we have electronics devices second hour today”said Radhika.
Seeing radhikha frightened, Shakthi got her courage..”don’t worry Radhi,what can he do max. now put your things inside the bag.our stop has come and we are late by 10 mins already to Nuts class.”
“ he wont say anything shak, lets go liesurly.”
“y take risk? Let us take an auto from the station. Already ramakrishnan saw us right?”
Their college, Engineering college of chennai , was a prestigious self financing engineering college of chennai.
Their class advisor, Mr.Natarajan welcomed them heartily.
“hullo madam”(twice to both).
“ do you realize you both are late by fifteen minutes for the third time in the week?”it was Wednesday and all three days they had come late.
“whats wrong with him , today?” whispered radhikha in shakthi’s ears.”shut up” said shakthi and stamped radhika’s foot.
“sir, today the train frequency was very less.So we caught a bus, but the bus broke down.Waited a long time in the bus stop sir, sorry sir. Last two days, I accept it was our fault.We came late, not today sir. Sorry sir.” Said shakthi.She could lie as easily as eating a chewing gum.
Natarajan gave a sly lok, gave a controlled smile and let them in.The next half an hour went blah blah on physics.Radhikha and shakthi from time to time made comments on Nuts shirt(nuts is the nickname given by radhikha to natarajan),is mannerisms and laughed within themselves.Nuts also got drowned into physics that he did not notice these girls.Jeeva their classmate also kept nuts busy by pouring questions non stop.
Shakthi atleast made an attempt to listen to the sophorific lecture from time to time, but Radhika was happily reading a novel underneath.
Shakthi looked at her and realized how much she loved her and how much close they had become in this small span of time.She told herself from time to time, if Radhikha was a guy she would definitely marry her
The bell rang.Nuts kept on continuing the classes.”shit, if he leaves the class late, rama and nuts will meet”, said radhi..
Shakthi just moved her hands towards the ceiling and said”all his work.”
Rama was waiting outside the class.Sometimes it becomes this pathetic.The first hour sir wants to continue classes for 10 mins and the second hour lecturer wants to start classes 10 mins before.They never do get a break in such cases.Nuts saw rama and got down from the dias.He hurried outside.Shakthi and Radhikha realized they need to give their attendance, they rushed outside.By that time, nuts and rama were talking something.
“hello girls.So had fun singing your heart out?”it was Rama.
Rama then narrated the entire incident to Nuts.Nuts looked at them both and gave a harsh look and said”come and meet me in the lunch,”
The other classes were uneventful with assignments and boring lectures.
Lunch break came and they both went to the class after all the enquires their classmates had done.
Nuts was about to open his lunch box when the two girls came in.
“hmmm. Been hearing a lot about you two girls.So what was that song you two girls could not resist singing?”
The two girls kept quiet.
“anyways, I just called you to create an impression that I was being strict with you people.Here after plan to do something mishchievous, please don’t do it such that other staff see it.”
The two girls looked at each other and they could not stop smiling.
“Great. I was more fun in my college days. Don’t ever miss this fun in life.You will never get it back in life.”
“sure sir”, they both said in chorus.They sped to class laughing all the way.lunch period and the other three hours went on as usual.Radhika finished her book, got caught once.Shakthi again managed by puttin the book she lent 4m library.
The last hour was over and Radhika had to go by bus cause she had to go attend a wedding.Shakthi got into the train as usual.
The train came to a halt; shakthi realized that her stop had come. She had been in her own world during the train journey.
As soon as she got down, it began to rain heavily. Shakthi was so happy, she got a chance to get drenched.
But, oh my god, father had put the umbrella into the bag in the morning, she said to herself.
But I will get drenched, what is he going to do, after all scold me. The rain was too heavy, but she went singing to herself and smiling to herself. Suddenly she realized that there were people around her. She tried to hide her smile, but it really didn’t work out.
Her dress was sticking to her, but still she didn’t care about it. It was she and the rain and she really wanted to enjoy the rain. Anything should be experienced at least once. She laughed at herself and she went on.
The raindrops were slowly coming to her forehead and erasing her bindi. A car was parked on the side of the road; she looked at its window and erased her bindi fully.
Then she started walking again. When she reached the corner of the street, she opened her umbrella and began walking again. She never realized that people around her were staring at her. She was in her own world.
Once she was home, her mom and dad fussed around her trying to dry her.Her mobile rang and she got into her room and closed it from behind.

wow.. grt feelin, got my blog back..

4 some time i believed that my blog got deleted.. now its back n i cant feel more happy.. not much activity in my life, books, music, movies , project..
was trying 2 read hp, 2 know wt was so fascinating.. long back had read da first book n had stopped half way.. read da 2nd n 3rd.. scond was good, but third was jus ok...amazing imagination..
read tis book one night @ da call center.. it touched me so much. i am just the priyanka in da book except for three diferences,1. i dont work in a call center
2. i dont drink
3. i dont have a boy friend..
it is like v v true.. its true all girls love der mom, but the continous scolding makes us doubt ourself and v start asking our close friends if v really are tat bad.. in that situation v come accross a guy who flatters us beyond limits, its true we find it hard 2 resist..hmm.. da book made me think abt DA DARK SIDE OF ME..all da bad things tat ve happened to me..n all.. i could relate many things.. esp, priyanka is just me.. how my feelings were beautifully expressed made me close to tears at a point..
but i could not find much difference between five point someone and this..hari is just like sham , shallow guy, doesn think much, thinks he is a looser, loves and adores his girl friend ...
priyanka is diff from neha, but both r gutsy emotional girls....
but a book which held me in rapt attention 4 4 hrs,, read it continously after a long time.. da book has a beautiful msg 2 convey too...
our mind is an ocean, it can think too many things,, and i feel its possible 2 write a book on wt goes in my mind 4 an hr,, one night s jus like that,, da entire book is about wt all happens 2 6 ppl in a night..
but i feel its a v discouraging book,, it makes us think abt dark sides..but to be a best seller, a book has to focus on dark side.. tat s wat i observed among all books i ve read..

my first ever real short story

warning : all the characters in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to a character living or dead is purely coincidential


My first ever original short story

Fleeting realities

Saravathy is all that anyone can imagine. There is not an adjective, which does not describe her. In a sentence she may be described as “good and bad”. Of course all of us are different at many different points and situations in life. But among people I have seen, I have seen all kinds of extreme behavior in her. She herself cannot figure out why she is like that; maybe I will use the word “impulsive” to describe her.
She woke up with a start when the alarm bell rang.”Oh my gosh” late again? It took her a minute to realize it was a Sunday. She fell back on the bed. She had a beautiful dream. There were green trees all around. It was a hilltop, where they all (her friends, mom, dad and her sister) were standing. There was a stage in the middle of the beautiful place, with a river flowing aside. She received a standing ovation; she did not know for what, she did not want to know also. She was enjoying the scene. Her mom and dad were standing as proud parents. Suddenly the scene changed, she was standing in the bus stop, and bored to go to college. She heard her mom calling out; she realized it was a dream. She saw the time, 9 o clock. She was happy that she had slept long enough. She got up to see her mother. Again she got reminded of the kangaroo. Saravathy had this weird habit of relating every human being she met to an animal.
Mom: kangaroo. She was so perfect as a mother. Caring, protective.
Dad: tiger.aggressive, majestic.
Sis: peacock, beautiful and attracting attention all the time.
She could never think of any animal to relate to her.
Her electronics professor, Mrs. jersey was the perfect monkey she had ever seen.
Her class representative manoj was the perfect elephant.

She had her coffee and dosas. They tasted extra delicious on Sundays. Her mobile rang suddenly. Her mom shouted” why don’t you switch off your mobile at least when you eat. All the time you are with it.”
She saw the number. It was Namratha.they weren’t good friends, infact she had had a couple of fights with her. Well! Don’t take about fights with Sara. She can even fight with the most peace loving person.
“Hi, nammy. Tell me, whats up?”
“Hi Sara. I have great news for you.”
“Really? Tell me.”

“The presentation you had submitted to our HOD, about the “power of minority carriers”, remember? He rejected it?”
Now, why the hell is she reminding me of those things? Sara thought.
“I remember. Tell Me,” she said bitterly.
“Hod had sent it to Switzerland for a worldwide electronics presentation competition. Would you believe yours was selected for it?”
“What?” said Sara? She immediately looked at the calendar to check if it was April 1. It was not. Then she thought that Namrita was playing a joke on her. That stupid idiotic ass, she thought.
But namrita did not hate her that much. Otherwise why would she tell such great news to her?
“Oh. How nice of HOD. I just cant believe he has done this.” Sara was happy, as hell. She could not believe what was happening to her.
“He just met me on my way to the market this morning. I hope you know he lives near my house. He was asking for your phone number. You know right I always forget my mobile; I did not have it with me that time. So I told him I would ask you to call him.”
Sara was too excited. “ Ok nammy, thanks a lot. Can I talk to you later? I want to call him and ask further details”
“Sure Sara, good luck. “
Sara immediately went inside and got her diary and dialed HOD ‘s number.
“Hello”, it was a familiar voice. HOD was speaking. Anyways she did not want to take risk. Last time mistakenly she had talked to his brother thinking it was him.
“ Could I speak to Dr.Rangachar please?”
“Speaking.”
“Sir, this is Saravathy here. Namratha just spoke to me. It seems my project has been selected.”
“ Yes, saravathy. Congratulations. Your flight ticket has also been sent. I had known your passport number and all. But I was not sure if your project would get selected. Thought, why not give it a try. But your hard work has seemed to bring result. Good luck.”
“Thank you sir. So nice of you.”
“ You will have to leave tomorrow morning. So get prepared.”
“ Sure sir, I will come to your house in some time.”
Sara kept the phone and got up very excited. She had to take deep breaths in between to go on with her narration to mom and dad. They were very happy too. They knew how much this meant for her.
She met the HOD and came back and started packing in full swing. She had to decide on her dress, her look, the files and all, which she should carry. The books she had referred, the websites, which she had read through before creating her project. She had to create another abstract because the application form demanded an abstract, which was so different than that the one she had prepared. She was full of activity, not a sign of tiredness.
She did not realize how soon it became night.. She was going to travel all alone so long and she was going to see Switzerland. She would make sure to have a great tour of that place. She also wanted to see France. She hoped at least to see the borders.
The scene shifted to the airport. All sad to part with Sara, yet proud and happy.
Suddenly she heard” Sara, Sara. Get up. Its ten o clock.”
Sara got up. Oh my god. Another dream? Cha.. She had slept off after 9 o clock again and the entire thing was just a dream.
She could not digest it. Why god? What was wrong with my project? The entire of Sunday passed in a gloom for Sara. “ Why does it always happen to me, god?” She kept on asking herself.
The next day, Sara got up and went to college. She really had no mood to go. After all could dream have so much impact on us? Why should we have dreams? And that too dreams, which I am sure, will never happen for real. Sara could not digest the thought that they had HOD ‘S hour that day. She just did not want to see him again.
She got down from the bus and closed the harry potter book she had been reading in the bus for the nth time without a little of concentration and started walking towards class.
“Saravathy!” some similar voice called out. It was HOD. Shit! She thought. Not early in the morning. Sure it would be about the test. Damn! Why did I not study? He is gonna ask me to re write the test. She thought
“ Good morning, sir”
“The paper you had done about minority carriers, I had a close look” when the hell is he going to stop criticizing my work? She thought.
“I had a close look. Not bad. Showed it to my brother in US. He has sent it over for the conference in Switzerland”. What? Am I dreaming again? Oh god. Not again…
“Sir”, she said. Not sure of what to say next.
“The seminar is scheduled for next week. So give me your phone number. And yes, also your passport number.”Sara wanted to pinch herself now. Is this what Kabir das was talking in his poem? Sukh ke bhad dhuk aur dukh ke bhad sukh? She gave him all the details he wanted and thanked him.
She entered the microwave class all excited, five minutes late. Susila was staring at her, laughing that she was late again.Mrs.Mekala was very kind to let the latecomer in.
Sara was all excited and narrated everything starting from the dream. They both had a giggle.
“Sara, what is going on? You come late and still disturb others? Listen to the class.”
“Sorry ma’am.”
She said and got back to the boring classes. Indeed it confirmed kabir das poem.

FALSE IMPRESSION - JEFFREY ARCHER..

hmmmmm.. not the usual archer book.. but a story very well told.. i would call it a thriller, but the culprit is known right at the beginning.. how anna tries to prove is told in a real fascinating way...
anna, an expert in paintings working in fenston banks is fired on 9/11 just before the twin tower episode. the reason being she did not aid the bank in taking the wentworh hall paintings whose value is about some million dollars..
the characters are very well intervowen.. anna is the lead, then there is jack, the FBI agent, fenston, the bank owner, leapman, his friend and the most dangerous krantz, the series killer....
its a book written with a lot of hard work.. if you are interested in painings, especailly van gough et all, it would prove very valuable to you..
the story also deals a lot with the 9/11 episode , the kind of impact it had on the new yorkers...the story starts in new york, then goes to bucharest, london, tokyo.. as the van gough's self portrait with the bangaded ears travels along with its "FALSE IMPRESSION"..
the meaning of the title literally means a false van gough being painted to dupe fenston... nice ideas..
but not a match to "not a penny more, not a penny less", or"kane and abel".. and of course not a bit nearer to " prodigal daughter".. but the essebntial part missing here is the knd of motivation i usually get when i read his books..
one thing i dont like about jeff is the way he ends his books.. everytime they look very abrupt to me.. but of course , a book every archer fan must read,...
one word to describe it...GRIPPING..

RANG DE BASANTHI

in one word.. it was a nice movie.makes u feel like watching once more.. but i felt deep inside something was missing.. there was no clarity.. wat does the director intend to tell?? that freedom fighters struggled haerd to get us independance and that we have not utilized it properly? or does he say we are yet to get our independance?
if he was trying to say that youngsters should take politics in their hands? then why the entire alicia patterson episode? is it just for the brief romance between amir and alicia?god knows...
and why do they all have to get killed in the end? and why do all people say its a serious issue and somethin has to be done? by why dont they tell how to do, what to do? there are so many youngsters who want to do somethin for their country, that includes sara too.. but like sara all people are clueless what to do, how to do? that way the movie was way ahead of constructive ideas...
but there are few things i liked in the movie very much
1. OF COURSE.. A.R.REHMAN...
SUCH AN AMAZING MUSIC... the background is amazing.. i felt very bad that roobaro n paathshala were not fully picturized , two beautiful songs not to go waste..
2. the patriotic feelin it instills
3.AMIR...
OF COURSE,HE is fabulous.. every thing he does is so real..u will admire DJ in the movie and though all have equal roles .. it is this guy who steals your heart.. he is sweet, charming and sensitive.. it was as if he was playing himself...
some scenes i have to mention where i adored him..the scene where he is drunk and tells su how much he is afraid of his life ahead of him... and the scne whre he cries to su that he felt really bad on the death of madhavan.. and the initial meeting scenes with alicia... amazing it was...and the final scene whre he says to siddharth that he is worried about his children,..
4. the ending where all dont put on an act of sacrifice and rather die laughing.. it will touch everybody's heart i am sure...
the things i din like in the movie
1.madhavan
2.romance between soha ali and madhavan... totally unwanted , waste of time..
3.he wastes time till interval not entering into the story.. though its fun...
4. no clarity in what he wants to convey,, no relation between first half and second part,,
5. THE UNPICTURIZED SONG,,it was a big disappointment that roobaro was not picturized.
6. so much of punjabi and urdu..:-(.. i could not understand few dialogues...


finally i wd say THE MOVIE IS HIGHLY ENTERTAINING AND WORTH WATCHING..

random

wanted to blog for a really long time.. i put up one big post.but my stupid comp got hanged,...
i m now very much encouraged to blog.. i m actually an inspiration for many ppl to start their
own blogs and someto update it regularly..
but seriously these days i am working on my poems,
short stories and novel more than ever,, i have been readin lots recently.. right now i am
reading first impression by jefferey archer.. seems to be a pretty nice book.. i have written
poems, not great ones.. da usual ones only, but again lack of time and resources i am not able
to post them.. the blog is the space where i planned to have all my poems together. cos i write
them in papers here and there, back of my text books and all.. so wats the way out to have them
comprehensively? blog is the only answer..
guess wat? i am right now typing in note pad, cant
imagine.. never done it all life.. but now i am scared i would loose tis post too... but i am
kinda having fun in my literary world.. but the result.. my project for a toss.. i wd say my
project is also interestin, not as interestin as novels and my writings.. now a poem, before i
loose that paper..



scene of rain

colourful umbrellas opened

the thunderstorm sounded like a loud laughter

it seemed to me wind was dancing
overjoyed by the company of waterdroplets

the flowers found a beautiful blanket
so, beautiful
i could just dream of such a beauty
hazel clear blanket made of water droplets

the rain seemed to be purifying the world
glorifyingly washing the stained buildings
which had accumalated dust over the years

making the streets look fresh
and labelling its presence with the rainbow...

i love it

I love the way you look
The way you smell

When you are there with me,
Why do I need to worry?
You can get me all that I need in life

Think all my existence
My thinking
My hard work
Is ultimately to own you

Wow, the green color u possess
Makes me go crazy
I worship you
I adore you
I love you

Money
You are one of the things I want in life

Through you
I feel power

poornima, illusion of reality... part 2

After shakthi and I dressed up, she said we were going to karthik’s place to attend a function. I was awestruck. "Anyways, let me go, I have nothing to loose". I thought.
The house was magnificently large. The house was jam-packed, mostly of old aunties, and karthik was standing near a room with his friends. he was admiring shakthi.
I saw shakthi admiring him too. We sang, the thing we usually did when we went to any function. I suddenly found everyone was noticing shakthi. Karthik would have told them, I thought. That day as we were going back, karthik joined us.He proposed to shakthi, this time seriously.. i thought.
In spite of all the fuss, shakthi created, eventually she agreed.
I thought that was when all the fun started. I was all excited when she said karthik’s mom n dad were coming the next day.
During one of our conversations at home,with mom and dad, I brought about the topic of our marriage and told mom and dad about shakthi’s relationship. When I started the topic I could see the color drain from shakthi’s face. She was scolded very badly that day. I did not feel guilty; I did have to tell them about it.
The day they came, man it was very horrible. If both our parents would have agreed to the proposal all the things would have got over by then. But things weren’t tat simple, were they? It ended as a big dispute. I found karthik’s father very straightforward. Only thing was he did not know to talk properly. He was brutally frank.
The next day shakthi told me she had broken off with karthik. Then she went off for her medical camp, which was in kerala for a week. When she came back, she announced she was going to get register married with karthik. I was shocked, not just shocked petrified. That day all night she explained how madly she was in love with karthik . she said she found no other way out. If they married her off to vivek that would be the end of her life. She spoke of how a great guy karthik was and how much both of them were in love with each other. I listened with patience and wondering what happened to this little girls ego? Think all loose it once they are in love. I have lost it too, but that was on a crush. I can never get serious on relationship and I don’t force things on me. That’s the reason I think I have never fallen in love till date. To love it requires some large force, which pushes you into it, rather than u fall into it yourself.
Next day was my little sister’s marriage. Never did I imagine she would get married before me. I did not even realize, how big a hurdle this was going to be for my marriage. What I was excited was about shakthi’s marriage. I felt very adventurous; we were doing something without our parents consent, without their knowledge. That day I found shakthi really very beautiful .she was immensely happy and so was karthik. Suddenly I also got the desire to get married.
To belong to someone and be loved.
Then we boarded our bus and laughed all our way throughout. That was the last day I was absolutely happy.
If all of you are wondering who I am,? Of course you would have figured it out from my story.
But most of you, missed to notice a lot about me in my movie “alaipayuthey”. Yes, I am shakthi s sister poornima. I was all alive all this while. I required only influencing Sara to write about me. And she just did. What she did rather was just copy from my diary. The interesting parts of my lives . i knew i lived in Sara’s mind a little while more then the rest of the people who watched the movie, mainly because she was the elder sis like me. I also knew she could manage writing. So I chose her to let you all know what I thought when my little sis was having fun and getting tortured at the same time.
That is what they call love, sweet torture.. Aint it?


this was the story of poornima, not a real character.
just an illusion, but the impact is real. thats y i call her , the illusion of reality...


few words from the diary of poornima,
daughter of a railway employee
sister of shakthi in alaipayuthey...

my first short story, part 1.

MY FIRST EVER SHORT STORY

POORNIMA – ILLUSION OF REALITY


part 1

I was happy with the life I was living. I had amazing parents and a good loving sister. My dad worked in southern railways, my mom a housewife. I belong to the normal middle class household, who live a normal life yet has dreams deeper than the ocean.
I was the only kid in my home, till about three years of my age, after which my sis shakthi came into my life. Though she reduced the attention I got from my parents b I loved her, adored her. She was talkative, intelligent, witty, sometimes sarcastic, but always happy. Doing things she wanted to do. Never did she care about our parents that much, though it did not seem evident. But one day, it did seem clear to me that she was very selfish.
I don’t remember when it all started. I have a vague remembrance of poongodi s marriage in the village of nemmeli; a few kilometers from thanjavur.we had great fun. I had dressed poongodi up,i was very good at these things. and me n shakthi had a great time there.
There I noticed a guy in yellow shirt. I was wondering which category of guys he would fit into?
Oh, I did forget to tell u guys about how I categorized guys. I put any guy under 1 category of the four I had devised.
Category 1:
FLIRTS.
They always did what they wanted to do. No matter how it hurt the other person. Yet they always have this urge of keeping people around them happy. They don’t realize they want to keep themselves happy. Hypocrictic, because they cant be straight forward.
Category 2
Goodies
I realized karthik (the yellow shirt) belonged to this category. He liked to do what he wanted; yet he was sensitive, loving and caring.
Impatient, restless and charming, any girls dream.
Category 3
Introverts.
The life of these guys are books and machines. They love girls, yet cant accept. They criticize girls n pretend to ignore them. But they can get mad about some girl, that they would do anything for them.
Category 4
Passive
These people have no great ambitions or hope. They just live life, accepting what ever comes their way. They don’t strive for any of their desires; jus follow the path life leads them. And the first girl who proposes to them gets lucky! Rather say, unlucky?

I loved the sound of trains outside my house. Every morning the train sound woke us up. Most of our lives were spent in this train sound. We lived in tambaram, so shakthi and me had to take a train. She studied in madras medical college, one of the prestigious medical colleges in chennai. I worked in a bank. I helped in paying her college fees, which was rather a ransom amount.

I saw karthik again; he was in a train in the opposite track. Before I could open the topic about him. Shakthi started to speak about him. I came to know they had a brief encounter in the marriage of poongodi. She said he was a very arrogant guy, I did not feel so. I knew she was lying. Shakthi was very bad at it. I realized she was in love. Wow, is love this lovely? It made shakthi an altogether different person. She was even more fun to be with, but now her talks were more about karthik, though denying the fact she liked him.

I still can’t forget the day where he proposed virtually to her. Trying to indirectly imply the fact how madly he was in love with her, he looked funny. I could see the excitement in her face when he pronounced her name. How shakthi? How could u ever hide it from me that u were madly in love with karthik?

It was the month of October, but it still seemed to be cold. I loved the climate when I woke up. But now shakthi urged me to get ready n wear a saree. She was also begging me n asking if she could wear the violet saree of mine. Man, I sure am magnanimous. I loved that saree, and never on any occasion have I lent it to anyone. But how could I deny my sweet sis, I had been with her since young age and knew from the way she was pleading how badly she needed it. But why in hell should she wear saree, I wondered? Anyways I loved wearing saree. So I chose my next best favorite, pink one. I had dressed up myself. I thought I looked better than shakthi on all aspects. I was taller, fairer, had a better figure.

But my inner self was more interesting than my exterior. I was funny and intelligent. I was soft and playful. My parent loved me since I always put on an act as if I was very responsible and all. But from within I was always doing what I wanted to.

I was never against the concept of love like shakthi; I was not desperate to fall in love too. But there were some around 5 guys who proposed to me, but none interested me. People I was interested in were not interested in me. Anyways, I have always felt I never came across anybody who impressed me so much.

I liked karthik, and thought he was in all ways the best match for my sis. I always encouraged her to love karthik, by constantly reminding how vivek would marry shakthi n how miserable her life might become.
Oh, I forgot to tell u guys about vivek, he is our cousin. He adores shakthi like crazy. He couldn’t speak properly, a stammerer. But the worst part was our aunt. When she came home, she never stopped talking, constantly giving me a headache where she went. My face muscles also ached because I had to put on that constant smile on my face.

five point someone?

i read tis book by chetan bhagat..
amazing book.. so simple n v touching.. it clearly proves wat i always belived in life..
at any point in yr life, there s nothin where u cant change anythin.. or plainly there s no dead end in life..
inspite of enjoying da 4 yrs n doin al crap the three guys, ryan , hari n alok get settled in life..
even tho its a dark novel( tat s y i loved it more).. its ending was a contrast..
i loved da book, i shd say.. it was funny n great narrative style.. i saw a lil r.k.narayan style influence.. u know, where he narrates serious stuff humorously.. i loved nehas character,,
a very sweet female who wants to try stuff in life..
esp at a point i was kinda amazed where she asks him 2 get a cigarette..
she says" get me 2! i ve heard it tastes too good after sex".. amazingly cool.. a hindustani girl by heart, but sometimes somethin gets on her..
a very happening book..
two days , da mood of da book kinda set on me.. i felt everythin, da way i felt wen i read da book..
wanna read one night at call center 2..

optimist?

I love this world
I love me
I love even what I am not
But what I want to be

Even the most impossible thing
Seems possible to me
Even the distant star seems close by
The hottest sun feels cold

Nothing, which cannot be felt
Nothing, which cannot be seen
Nothing, which cannot be done
Nothing, which cannot be said
I feel
I see
I do
I say

The crazy world says no to most things
It’s difficult
It’s tough
It’s not possible…
There is void space

But what I want is in me
In my mind
In my heart
Within my reach
No dream s unattainable
No fairyland unreachable

Do u call me an optimist???

bluffmaster..

oops.... dont think i m just another biased aby fan.. but i really loved da movie. of course da main highlights of da movie were
1.aby(of course)
2.stylish sets
3. music(right here n say na), beautifully picturised
4.nana patekar
5.riteish
6.the doc
7. priyanka 2.. she had acted well..
the bad points of da movie were
1.the ending which was not v convincing
2.unwanted emotional scenes.
3.lack in clarity..
but it was v enetertaining, da sets or the places where they were shot(not v sure) was v beautiful.
the romance between priyanka n aby was beautifully portrayed. even though the scenes were few.
i loved da lead pair a lot.
n wanted to blog abt da good music et al i ve been listening to. of course i listened 2 A.R.REehman s "RANG DE BASANTI".. its again totally v different. each song s damn different with typical rehman label on it.
then tis bluffmaster music. i love say na n right here right now.. they sound too good.
n now one upcomin music director s yuvan. his music s really really cool.. kanda naal mudhal had good music.. though da most beautiful part of da movies music was da title song which was jus a remix on da lines of alaipayuthey,.
then two songs in kalvanin kadhali r jus amazing. there s one song called "tajmahal kadhal".. which s simply superb. its not ordinary even in da most ordinary sense.. amazing music. it has a deep soul touching feel, its amazing.. one more song eno s cool too...

poem..

recently i wrote a poem about a guy.
this is actually the first one i have really written about any real person, other than the one about my sister.
anybody reading it would definitely find it glorifying, but an in depth reading will reveal da negative shades to it..
here it goes..

there is this guy
seen once
unseen many times
belongs to everyone
and yet to no one

you tell him sweet things.
u get sweet things doubly in return

when u say things he doesn't want to hear
u put him to sleep

all in all
he is unpenetratable
and within himself..


i challenged someone that i would write a blog with no short forms and properly punctauted. To do that i could not find something smaller to write. already i am struggling..
this is a very old poem i wrote, anyways short and sweet.
i hope atleast now there is a beginning to my post and an ending.;-)

r.knarayan

i ve become a big time fan of his..
da first book i read of his was guide. i ve written abt it..
then read swamy n friends, then bachelor of arts, english teacher...
swamy n friends s abt a 9 yr old kid swami , who s impulsive , naughty, n really sweet.. jus loved tat book.. never ever have i seen such a kid in my real life. i watched da malgudi days in pogo simultaneously n loved it.. still love it..
then i read bachelor of arts.. its abt a graduate who goes head over heels in love with a girl whom he sees in a river bank..its so funny.. he despertaely asks his mom dad 2 seek tat girl s hand in marriage et all. amazing book.. want 2 read it once more..
but guide a hell no of times wanna read..
now readin english teacher.. its abt married life, its romantic in ts own ways,,.. its a bit tragic,.. not as good as other books i read..
all i nall
rk writes abt ordinary ppl..
ppl who lie..
ppl who cheat..
ppl who r hypocrites..
but r cool n real fun.. tats where he brings inda humor... a very fascinating style..
now i ve plans of deletin da novel i ve written half way thru..
n start al over it again..
but wil i ever be able 2 write with such simplicity n humor? no way man,, sara s such a complex character...

my own creation- kolam

its been three weeks since i ve had no college.. n i am enjoying da freedom like crazy. spent some time in friends place, watched a hell lot of movies, read novels , watched tv. it has been like vacation.. i don even ve da slightest feel tat i ve exmas next week.i sleep by 3, get up by 10 everyday..
my mom got really pissed off with me.. today being a festive day, i decided 2 put some muska to my mom by assisting her in da multitude of work she was supposed to do( it was karthikai today, where v light diya s al around our house.. love tis festival cos house looks really colourful)
i started off saying ill put maakolam..its kind of a drawing which u draw on floors using a kind of liquid looks similiar 2 porridge(cant describe more).
i started, but it looked light.. so rubbed it off.
then again i tot ill try another style(first i tried imitating da design which was put by an aunty in da opposite house)
i patted myself saying " sara. wat ever u do, u do it absolutely well", it cheered me up..
i told myself i don lack creativity, i cud of course come with a beautiful design.
then i started of again..
it was difficult to put two lines simultaneously, so put one by one, i realized da lines were not straight..
cha, i tot...
again rubbed it..
how i wished i could use a scale to do that.. it wud ve been better if i had a protractor too so tat i cud exactly drw a square with al its angles at 90 degrees..
i started al over it again..
i think i rubbed it over some 7 times.. mom started laughing as to how i was struggling.
i blamed da maavu n said she din make it properly..
then da aunt in da opp hoouse came 2 my rescue. she mixed somethin n said until da ground was wet i will not be able 2 put kolam..
i started off again after drinkng my coffee..
then i put a square n built the design such tat it occupied a large space..
there were some irregularities, but it din seem so obvious..
i was pleased with myself..
i told myself"congrats sara. u ve proved u r good at anythin n everything"
stop laughin ppl, of course i was jokin of da last line

wow, 50th post.. but sorry usual stuff poem... abt he..

when i see you..
i enter into a maze that contradicts..

i hate myself due 2 u..
i lve myself due to u..
love preeceded hate?
or hate preceede love?
i dont know..


i like you little
i like you lots
do i like you more? little or lots?
i dont understand..


my lips want to tel u " i like you"
but those lips stop by yr words..
should i tell you ornot?
i dont decide..


you seem like sunshine in my distress..
but you turn into darkness in yr misery..
are you brightness or darkness?
i dont understand..

i feel u inside me close to me..
i feel u r far away unreachable.
are you near me or not?
i cant decide...

i want to see you
and i dont want to see you
why?
i dont know..

do i love you or not?
do i know?

the usual my who is he?

even da thought of u sets my soul ablaze
wat to say abt yr gaze?
your smile...? your warmth..?

i thought i was very happy..
until i met you..

i understood happiness better by knowing you..
seeing you.. being with you...

you taught me to feel happy
even in my deepest misery

you snatched my normal self from me
making me abnormal in many ways

i cant forget you
i cant hate you
i cant leave you

i ve loved you for ages
only that i don know u yet

abhi- sis

this is a poem which goes out to my darlin younger sis abhinaya



what did i see?
a smiling happy face
when i was seven years old
never did i think my life is going to become intersting
due to this tiny little thing
when i saw my lil sister in da lap of my mom...

fourteen yrs hence now
she stands in front of me
with the same smile
n da same restlessness of da small kid

moving swift from one place to another
taking occasional breaks to breathe
inbetween her constant chatter

suddenly i find her stop
i realize my mind wandered somewhere
and she knew it
oh god! how did ya create her?
such that she can read my thoughts

beautiful to look at
blithe by structure
enjoyable to be with..
my great company, my sis

the small frequent chatters
the silent not to be noticed giggling
are the great times v share

the turbulent anger in her
i witness at times


all in all
she is nothin
but the other part of me


all who know my sis r requested to comment on tis!! ( it cud even be to say how wrong i was).. hehe cheers

words v need 2 know

Thatthareya Upanishad to entreat her listeners to set aside a portion of the income for their educational institution, another for the poor. All this of course, after looking after one's own family. 'But draw a line at what you need. Take your partner's consent. See that you do not make the receiver your dependent. Give as naturally as you eat, sleep or breathe. ... But what truly helps is the passion for the work.' No, no, compassion doesn't mean tears and talk, she is quick to add. It is not holding meetings and getting your name in the papers.

guide book review

wat 2 say man.. just really really loved da book...after a long time i read a book with rapt attention. to read a book abt real ppl. ppl from tamil nadu, reading abt drinking coffee n eating idlis..conservative society.. not tolerating fallin in love with a married woman.. n last but not least how crazy a man can get abt a girl..
such a fabulous story.. da story starts with humor where all da village folks mistake raju 4 a saint. n every coincidence seemed 2 support tat fact. no other book i ve read has matched tat humor. they say P.G.Wodehouse s great. but i could not even finish half da book of "ask jeeves".. anyways tastes differ...
i love da kind of love raju has for rosie. even though she s married, he wants no favour, no love in return.. how he wants 2 look good in front of her, how he tries 2 impress her was al so real n simple..
da entire book s abt da guide narratin his story,,, n every bit s impressive,..it is humorous, emotional , romantic , touchin n watnot?
i feel i want to read more indian authors.. i m bored of da books which deal with ppl from US, where everything is allowed..
life gets more fun when there r restrictions n more fun2 break those restrictions...
hey na?

guide!

yesterday went 2 see da "kanda naal mudhal' movie .it was okay. it was movie for da sake of a movie. watched it jus cos it was directed by mani rathnam s assistant.... i thought atleast some scent of it would be seen in da movie. but alas! anyways da romance was well tried...
i came back homw.. n was bored was sometime . went 2 temple. then realized tat it was long time i read a book. da last book i read was da vinci code. i din like it tat much except for parts abt da last supper detials. it was an okay book according to me..it had been long time since i had a book n read it all through the day. the last book i read like tat was i think"not a penny more , not a penny less" by jefferey archer.. a great fan of archer i ve been. i ve liked him 4 his optimism, like how linda goodman says in her sunsign book abt da arien female..
da arien female had a square plot to live in, with little food 2 spare her kids n dogs n a divorcee.wen an astrologer said tat tough times were ahead she questioned him wen? oblivious of da current misery she was in.. tat s da kind of optimisn i feel with jefferey archer..
one book of jeff i haven read s "first among equals". i decided 2 go get it..
thinking i went 2 da library..
y have i named tis post "guide?" s yet 2 come...
i went 2 library n almost picked up da jeff book wen da book "guide", by R.K.Narayanan came to my sight. i ve heard a lot abt R.K.Narayanan s writings n ve seen tis movie guide.. i luvd da song"tere mere sapne" n "piya tuse" .. da beauty of da movie has primarily been due 2 da simple , beautiful "waheeda rehman" n of course "devanand"..
hearing da word guide, apart from da movie another person came 2 my mind.. during my trip 2 goa, there was a guide called "oscar".. he s one person i wd never forget. he did make my goa trip memorable..
an arien . born on april 1. amazing speakin skills n intelligence in gettin along with ppl.. n not 2 mention a flirt of da first order..
in the beach i started my conversation jus askin him his birthday, he was neither astonished or amazed by da question.. rather said , i ws born on "fools day, april 1" n started laughing. i too could not stop laughing.. then he told me where he was working blah blah..
i like such ppl who are v easy 2 talk to, u don need 2 put so much of effort. u know. they llmake u feel comfortable. throughout da trip he kept on talkin to me.. on initial step was enough,,i wanted 2 post tis abt him, but u no din ve da patience 2 do so.. i still ve da diary he gave me.. in tat did i start writing my poetry..
arien men r amazing man.. luv them so much..
now abt da book guide...i think ill do it in da next post..
good night ppl..

garam masala

today was a great day!
i had great fun for three reasons
1.met my school buddies
2.enjoyed watchin garam masala in 6 degrees theatre(its 2 kewl)
3. match was amazing(watched only last part tho)
after a long long time met arch n aysh.. they haven changed a bit.. they say ive changed tho,, n i guess al wil laugh wat change.. i ve slimmed down( i think its true ,, even in the function on saturday raji mami said she mistook me 4 abhi cos i had slimmed down , apart 4m tat vidya manni s mom said, then geetha periamma, so ive come 2 da conclusion i ve become slim. hahah)
n second my tone of speakin et al has become softer.. i m less authoritative .. all my college mates wil laugh at tis..
me, jan, arch n aysh were (n still r ) great friends.but al da 4 of us r so damn different, different in our perspectives, tastes n all.. but still v were great friends.. but v had few things in common 2 ...all of us r head strong, confident n bullies of da first order.. all da 4 of us ve varied interests n i m sure all of us ll make a mark in the future.. of da 4 , me aysh n arch r vvv uncoventional.. n aysh extreme.. jan s a bit conventional..
today mornin suddenly tis plan was made n v went.. so nice it was 2 meet them..
movie..
i thoroughly enjoyed it, it s a v normal story of how a guy manages three girl friends simultaneously.. but presented really well..
akshay kumar was really really awesome. he acts well. johnny baby s so sweet.. his dimply smile makes my heart melt.. amazing body. but somethin missing.. yep, his acting..he shd improve ,.. tat s al ill say.. cant criticize such a great looking guy..he s looks amazing ..
i loved mambo da cook, don no exactly wat his name his..
but i kept laughing throughout the movie..da whole theatre was echoin with our laughther..
the theatre 6 degrees was great too...
i came back home n saw winning match of india..
again i was full of admirations for dravid.. never seen such a good human being, modest, considerate, compassionate, hardworking, intelligent, encouraging, n wat not...n not to miss really great looking..

his wife s da luckiest woman on earth...
today i enjoyed my heart out..
hope al days r as enjoyable as tis

mera saaya....

wat 2 say yaar? my sem exams postponed 2 dec 19.. so i was totally free yday.. had fun with shashank sweetheart, never seen a kid like that. he s so damn intelligent. knows all kind of stuff. time seems 2 fly when i m with him.. but what to say he s jus like ravi anna.. but by abt 3 he became very sleepy.. so i went to drop him in his house..
was playing with ekansh. shashank s a typical gemini non stop talks , brilliant n amazing ppl with his wit.. whereas ekansh s a typical scorpion.. never does he open his mouth(kya karen, he s jus 1 yr old).. hahah
then, came back home n watched an old hindi movie...
mera saaya..
thu jahan jahan chalega mera saaya sath hoga..
my dad told me music l be good in the movie.. being a fan of ol hindi music , i tot ill c it n i loved it.. it was so touchin n affecting. never did i think it ll be tat fabulous. mainly because of music n lyrics. i loved da title song, it shows da in depth love between da lead pair...
da story s abt how a husband mistakenly thinks his wife s sis(twins) to be his wife n thinks her 2 be dead.. how the wife tries to explain that she really s da wife s da story.. it was v diff...but highlight i would say s da music..
even liked the "jhumka gira re " song so much"
inspired by how much the female charcter geetha loved her husband i wrote a poem yday night at 1...

the breath of air from you
makes me go out of my senses...

i see my life as dream with you..
a dream which never seemed to end..

all my years of sacrificed pleasure..
seems to be worth the joy i experience with you...

i can wait for years together
to see you
and to be seen by you..

the magic of your touch
brings back life to all my senses..

i never knew i could be this happy
before meeting you..

you brought me into a new world...
a world in which i hope to live throughout my life...

my luv with aby

told abt da dream inspired poetry na..
here it s...

i felt like i entered a new world..
fresh breath of air..
with loads of fragrance..
loads of love in heart..

i saw my dream as you..
beautifully packaged..
and sent to me..

nothing actually matters wat s around..
the most beautiful place..
or the awfully crowded streets..
what matters is tat i am with you..

all my love started with you
and will probably end with you..
i find the best part of me in you,,
and the wost part of you in me,...

i feel your presence even when you are not with me..
your smile fills each and every part of me..
i forget my unhappiness when i think of you..
you are my "epitome of happiness"

what did you ever find in me?
to love me so much?
when i could not find a single reason
not to love you...

now, i think..
how incomplete my life would have been without you...



how romantic na? had a great experience writing it... inspired from "jadoo hai nasha hain" from jism...
my most fav song.

my experience with rain!

chennai was blessed with so much rain tis year..
one 1 of those rainy days...


the bright sun faded away slowly
i looked up at the sky..
grey clouds thundered..
my heart missed a beat, it seemed..
a leaf fell on my feet..
with tiny drops of water on it..
cool wind brushed aside..
darkness set in.
after the blnk of my eyes.
there was water and water around me..
world seemed more green..

water drops grew bigger and bigger..
hitting me hard.
but still it was a sweet touch..
it was like god eulogizing me with his glory..

god created rain only for me it seemed..
i was walkin all alone in the deserted streets..
my close moments with rain..
me and rain..
rain and me..

suddenly an old lady came into the street..
the lost smile came back to my lips..
when i saw her holding an umbrella..

the rainy world s created for me to enjoy..
for me and me alone..


for all those wonderin wat it was.. its again my attempt at poetry.. sara will never stop trying. haha

memorable day!

nov 13th was one of da many memorable days in y life..
first of all da last lab exam in crescent engineering college...
when my exams got over n when i was comin by bus i realized my college life has indeed been memorable..
da great times i had with priya r indeed unforgettable.. while comin back i was listenin 2 da mob confis song(only priya knows wat song it s).. slowly my chain of thoughts was stimulated...
da great times v had in gre prep in jhoola, in mp classes n oc classes.. da nicknames v had for our classmates, our comments about them, da great times v had near da sports center..
da fun we had on rainy days...
infact i ve had great times in my class in general.. i felt 4 da first time in my life i was gonna miss college....
when i came back homemy cousin divya was there... i felt how much i had missed her after talkin to her..
da fun n adventure we both had had cannot equal anything in my life..
when v were young n in my granny s house, v took a torn bed 2 da terrace n put all cotton in da entrance of da flat n with every piece of cotton v threw v used 2 chat "om namashivaya" and laugh like mad...
v used to go 4 walkin , get lost n then find ways ourselves n return,,,
v used to be awake whole night, n try new recipes in the night and write poems(fun poems in da tunes of songs tat already existed),
v used 2 call up random nos n sing songs... v even became friends 2 a guyu called dilip who was cunning enough 2 find out our house. v got into a lot of troubles..
v tried 2 resolve an affair of our cousin by tellin our uncle only in vain 2 know tat our cousin had played with us..
not jus this,,, v had done a lot more..
v tried sellin used greetin cards n tried to provide funds 2 an orphanage(when i was 6th).. even though it seems 2 be a real crazy idea, u shd appreciate me cos at tat young age i had such a social thought...
tis s not an end 2 all da adventorous things ive done in my life,,, i ve done adventorous things with janani n krithika...very few ppl on earth r as adventorous as sara on earth...
da day ended perfectly, u know how?
i had a dream of going on a date with my darling aby, ya "abhisheik bachan".. nothin can beat it.. n da dream made my day( i mean next day nov 14)..
inspired by tat dream i wrote a poem, which ill write with da remaining adventures in my life..
n also a detailes decription of my dream...
tomm etihics exam .. bye

guys!!

today my prac exams got cancelled due to heavy rain n i am gonna write about somethin really useful!
haha, atleast its interesting to me...for all those who wonder y i am still single tis post would provide all info.. actually none r there who live upto my expectations. actually three people have n all who know me know abt them 2 !

1.ABHISHEIK BACHCHAN
2.JAI
3.ANANTHU(RISHI RAJ)

n what was in them tat attracted me toward them?
the first n formost being HEIGHT!, tats a great turn on for me.. anybody around 6 feet n u r gauranteed a stare from sara...
next, a smile which never leaves da lips..... should be able to make a highly depressed person laugh till their stomach hurts...
should be REALLY REALLY FLIRTY..... should have had 101 affairs( i know damn difficult in chennai, findin a guy who s had three affairs itself s tough)..
preferably should have a great voice or should know to play some instrument(guitar or thabla, preferably).. i love music( who ll entertain me then/?)
should be very INTELLIGENT... u read it wrong. i don wanna IIM or IIT degree holder. but a guy who can manage situations n ppl without any tension
SHOULD NOT HATE ANBODY.. should be oblivious of da feelin of hatred..
should never ever get angry(wat ever i do.. cos i am really talented in makin even da coolest person on earth get angry)
should be very sociable n attached person..(sara s a litlle shy)..
should not be able 2 hurt anybody , should have such a soft n sensitive heart..
should be damn adventorous...
should not at al be emotional, should be damn EASY GOING...
with all these qualities should preferably be good looking and rich(who ll spend for al tat i eat>? , haha)

let me conclude with a poem i wrote of late

when i see you from a distance i freeze,
i melt by your stare
my heart beats faster than usual..
with yr breath on my face.
able 2 hear yr heart beat..
can u come tat close to me?

my desire to write!

well well well! it all started with my ambition to become a journalist...
since my childhood my desire to communicate to people wat i felt has been more intense than to communicate to people wat i think! tat s why my blog s full of such stuff...... a real close reader of my blog would have noticed tat sara s a real emotional creature...
today i was going through many blogs n then realized how different they were from mine.. apparently i caught one of my seniors on chat yesterday n then from da links he had on his blog i visited many of them..
they were interesting, but nothin of da sort i write...nor do i write sorts of things they write..
today i feel really weird.. i don understand wat tis feelin s all about.. watched a real fav movie of mine. used da perfume which i used around 3 yrs back n da climate s real sexy here.. raining like mad!
me feelin weird cud be due 2 all these reasons.. but there s one more reason as well .. i am reminded of my old times.. not so old though. some three yrs back.. my twelfth hols.
how i wish i had tis blog tat time...
hmmm, i know tis post has nothing significantl... but could not stop myself from posting it

hero worship!

i have never admired anybody to this extent nor did i ever feel i wanted to be like someone.. though anybody seein me or talking to me would essentially think i am a narcissist, this great human being i met(i consider it as god s beautiful gift actually) made me feel i am nothing beside him..
i feel so bad comparing myself with him.. of course i cant be compared to him by any means.. i might be smaller than a grain beside a huge mountain..
Dr.M.J.S.Rangachar, our Hod is the man i am talking about! i was reading my post about lecturers today and just thought i missed to write about an amazzing human being...
no one would ever believe he is 67 years of age, though he keeps tellin his age wen he narrates some incidents in his life!
could anyone in life be so perfect? hardworking, considerat, active, understanding and so much disciplined?yet i would call him very innocent!because he does not know anything evil....
i was wondering if i could be atlleast half of wat he is right now at that age, i would consider making my life very useful...
V had gone to visit Avadi transmitter station with him ....
from one channel to another we moved really swift , not a single trace ofold age..it shows his passion for education , to make people knowledgable...though he was walkin he never let the us walk. he fought with the bus driver to take us from one place to another within the station...
at 1:30, when all of us were damn tired and hungry, he was still very energetic... when told there was no good restaurant nearby , he said lets go back to college and tat would be travelling another one n a half hour!!!!!!!!!!
never did he once complain that he was tired or hungry and that he was old..
thinking about him brings so much of energy and inspiration and i think it s a great previlage of being his student!

artificially intelligent

Computers are relatively new inventions; it’s been only two decades since we have been introduced to them. But now it is a requisite to most of us! Imagine carrying pages and pages of sheet wherever we went rather than carrying a 4-inch floppy. The amount of sophistication and simplicity machines have brought into our lives is simply astounding. Imagine going through so many soporific books to write an assignment, rather than simply search through the web and know the recent advancements. Even though computers and machines have brought about significant improvement in our lives, they lack something that we the Homo sapiens proudly possess,” intelligence”.

The intelligent species did not leave it at that, they have and still are trying to develop machines that equal the intelligence human beings are blessed with. To put it in technical language, artificial intelligence is “the scientific understanding of the mechanisms underlying thought and intelligent behavior and their embodiment in machines.”

computers can be easily trained to perform monotonous and repetitive jobs with algorithms. But how to train a machine to act based on logic and reasoning? If a machine could do that, then they could be even called autonomous, where in they can learn, communicate and teach each other. They can navigate their way around our world and be linked to extremely powerful computers that will give them a processing capacity well beyond that of humans.

scientists primarily believed that studying the structure of the human brain would give them an idea to develop such a machine. But alas!, the human brain is not such a simple creation to duplicate, with its numerous neurons and sensors. Artificial intelligence research makes the assumption that human intelligence can be reduced to the (complex) manipulation of symbols, and that it does not matter what medium is used to manipulate these symbols - it does not have to be a biological brain.

Now intelligence means the computer must even possess emotional intelligence, the computer must be able to give its views on a particular article or poem .The computer in this case will just simulate intelligent behavior or rather say just emulate the habits and practices of its master. Could a computer be called intelligent in that case? It will just follow guidelines as in an instruction manual, rather than have its own thoughts and ideas. Imagine you don’t know a language and u look into a handbook to find out what word to use in that context, the robot would merely be doing the same.

There are many tasks, which we might reasonably think require intelligence - such as complex arithmetic - which computers can do very easily. Conversely, there are many tasks that people do without even thinking - such as recognizing a face - which are extremely complex to automate.

But ai isn’t an easy task either. Making a robot do a task involves a thorough understanding of the task and the various techniques of doing it.

Any innovation has to be the result of some basic necessity. , "Friendly AI" is the theoretical knowledge needed to understand goals and choices in artificial minds, and the engineering knowledge needed to create cognitive content, design features, and cognitive architectures that result in benevolence.

But do we need machines with spirituality and creativity? Though most of us have an extremely strong bond with machines and spend majority of our lives with them, would we ever like machines competing with us?

If this intelligence or abstract attribute could be taught to machines, it would re-conceptualize the perception of machines. It will fundamentally change the way we will live in the third millennium. Who knows, my best friend could be Ms. Amy Robot …We have to still live to see it…

final year life

there is a kind of settled feeling now! even though i have such wavering thoughts!!!!! my desire to go 2 US has never been tis much! i mean i feel so strongly tat i shd go 2 us.. but wats da hindrance... i cant study anymore esp tis technical stuff!!my desire to join siemens is also great! wow , the amazing office, the people there.. wat ambience, i jus fell in love with da company!!da interview experience was amazing!
not jus da idea of studying is a hindrance to go 2 US, but i have no clue wat i shd specialise on, wat kind of job opportunities ill have if i choose a particular university, its like i have abs no clue....
n the latest development is i wanna do ma MBA, da idea of marketing, HR and finance appeal so much to me... i feel so attracted to all da three.. how amazing it would be to manage people , have ma own company.. simply superb...

exams over!!

i have successfully completed three years of engineering.... i am so happy about that... atlas the most of the crap is over, n i am sitting her listening to soothing music and blogging(i seriously missed it)..it s not jus because of exams tat i din blog, there were some problems with my comp as well...
after this one year, I am sure not going to miss my college mates( except for a few people who have been sweet to me, ill maintain contacts with them, so will not miss them), but i think ill miss my lecturers.. Each of them have been one kind and they have inspired me so much in many different ways...

to top the list is my class advisor, it would be most appropriate to start with him, since I have known him since my second sem…. Any person seeing him for the first time and talking to him for a very few times would have a misconception that he is a flirt, puts too much of scene, etc.. but actually he is the most compassionate human being I have ever met. He is very caring to everybody, he is the only person I think who knows how to talk soothingly he is damn encouraging, tats the best part of him actually. If u r confidence level is at –100 levels, he can boost it up to around 200%…

. He does his best to help people.. He cant watch anybody suffering..

he inspired me to be a great human being, which is very difficult for me than anything else. Sara is the most selfish creature on earth… so, I ve admired him so much and undoubtedly he tops my admiration list of lecturers

Number 2 on my list is mr.kaddy, who handles communication systems for us…

I knew him only for one sem (5^th sem). The kind of impact he made on me. My god….

He made me change my idea. I had believed for years that “ perfection is a hindrance to imagination”, I have always felt that perfection is following somebody s footsteps is perfection, perfection is doing it someone else’s way. I had never wanted to be perfect in my life, since I thought being perfect would make me miss so many things in life, n I would end up being a mere follower of some one else s footsteps…

But Kaddy had an altogether different view of perfection.. Till then I had never imagined a person can think in da ways he analyzed situations.. He made us find our own ways of perfection.. any lecturer who considers himself or herself perfect would give notes that would cover the entire syll, make everything upto the point. N will never let us analyse our potential or our style of looking at things.. in short v all never used to have anything else to do other than copy the lecturers style.

But kaddy just used to just motivate us to study, to dig out our potentials.. I used to sit in his classes awe struck., admiring him.. his look keeps u captivated n u jus have no other go than to listen to what he says.. I have to def say he has been one of the amazinf\g lecturers I have come across in this college, a lecturer who has motivated me towards communication.. I would say the one n only lecturer…

beauty of life

getting twenty year old makes me feel i am big... but still people around me , say i am very kiddish.. there r a bunch of them saying i am very mature... but i think i am both.. kiddish when it comes to getting amazed by life, new things, ... curious n enjoying small stuffs.. mature while takin decisions, n where maturity is required..
i feel at most times that i am an odd creature being created on this earth.. i don behave the way the entire world is behaving,,, i think the mind which god has given me , doesnt stop thinkin(both good n bad), doesnt stop predicting future(by correlating past), it goes on n on n on..
but most people, i think almost 99.9% of people dont think tis far.. i feel there is no neccisity to think tat far..
when somebody tell me somethin, i always seem to find hidden meanin n unambigous things in it....
but how do i stop it? there is no control.. it wants to experiment new things without thikin of its consequences,,,,
and 1 more thing i wanna do in my life,,,, stop analyzing my character..
one more thin i wrote thinkin of this...
An uncontrallable desire
An ever feverish pain
An ever desiring wantedness
A never ending love…………………………………………………..
towards people around..
but sara is pretty bad at that, hey na?

cant think of anything...

two days we had soft skills development program in college and it was great fun... it was a great change from the usual routine stuffs and we all had a great time...
but cant really correlate everything to write it down....
but one amazing part of it was i got my hand read by the person who conducted da program,, one , mr. shiv.. he said i would indeed be an astrologer.. tis left me sleepless for a while,, even though its my passion, i still don understand wat it meant...he said i would run a business n would settle abroad n would be extremely successful in my profession.. he said my hand was phenomenal and a rare hand.. i knew tat already, cos a very unique person i am.....

life moves on...

long time since i wrote anything.. i never wrote anything, since , since the time i came back from goa.... due to vicissitude of fortune or fate, no good thing has been happenin to me professionally nor personally.... i have been going through real tough times.. but my blog is a happy part of me,,, and i would not burden it with my lamentations.. rather its a huge galaxy , no limitations of wat i would express in my blog!
i would do wat i want to do in my blog, nobody to direct me, nobody to tell me any deadlines... it me ,my own self in my own world... i want to have a record of happy times whereas all these temporary bad happenings would vanish with the sands of time...
the wheel of fortune would take a turn, i hope,,, i jus not hope, but truly firlmly n from the bottom of my heart belive...
all these remind me of a hindi poem, i guess i read in my seventh or sixth... a life full of happiness or a life full of sorrow, will have no excitement... rather joy and sorrow mixed is the essence of life,,,, i , leaving aside my cynism,,, with excuberating belief , feel, rather i would say, i have an intuittion that great times are ahead...
in jus one and a half year, i would enter a new phase of my life, i guess which would be totally exciting,, watever i would be doing i think i will be on my own.. and my own independant self, i will do watever i feel like... it will be my own life ....
i think since i have turned twenty i feel this desire to be independant, or rather i always crave for freedom these days..
anyways leaving all tis aside, in about exactly four months from now, i think i will be blogging on my gre experience,, i have booked my date on june 27th... so i have loads of work to do...
so.....................

dreams

oh my god!!!!
i enter my land of dreams!!!
did i think it was this lovely?
with laughter all around me,,,
mischievous air surrounding me....'
the gay saun shining bright...
the lovely waves of sea hitting me slight...
with ecstatic music of love and
solitary madness....
no lethargy..
only energy..
no hatred..
only beautitude...
as i run fighting playingly with the wind..
my hair befriends the wind and enjoys the bliss of freedom...
no end to my imagination...
unless they are restricted my the filthy rules...
of everyday boring reality...

ambitions flying high..
lofty ideals left behind...
i walk beneath the sea..
with no worry in my mind...

life

a wish beyond control..
a dream beyond vision..
a laughter beyond happiness...
a faith beyond reality..
is the beauty in the heaven.
which is the enigmatic life

me

As wind blows accross my face...
a chill runs through my spine...
coldness sets into my palms...and then...
bright rays enter
through the dark room i sleep in...
the heat of the sun piercing on my eyes..
trying to awake me,,,
why not u come a little late...
i feel...
so that..
i can live in my dream world , a little while more...
why not i sleep a little longer in my cozy bed..
the morning sun waits for none..
and brings us back to the dreary mundane practicality.......

goa, part 2

v went to a park called "dona paula", dona means " miss" in portugal, paula is the name of the portugal viceroys daughter.. it was interesting to know that based on the story of paula , " ek duje ke liye", the famous movie was made.. the park was very beautiful.. it seems paula used to come to the park to see the sunrise everyday n she fell in love with a fisherman.. but due to opposition from her father, they decided to elope n get married...but suddenly the nature bought a turn in paulas life, there comes a storm n most of the fishermen die.. paula thinks tat even esperado, her lover is dead.. n she commits suicide,, but esperado is alive.. he comes to know tat paula is dead n he dies as well.. there is a statue for them as well...i would say it is a saga that any couple who go swimming there never return alive... but who knows, nobody is ready to take risks...... this was one of the interesting places we visited....
there was a church in goa. where the body of "st .Xavier " was preserved.. he was a saint who had come to india to spread christianity.. when it was time to get back to portugal, his ship met with an accident.. he was buried, his body was found fresh after many years,.. then they buried his body with decomposers like lime,,, but now even after 450 years , his body is fresh.. the church had many interestin paintings as well...
We visited two temples in goa.. the temples of goa have muslim influence on indian architecture , n have mosque like structure in the top.. they r so different from the other temples...there is a tower in the entrance,,,
Sri Mangesh temple is a shiva temple.. shiva is generally a very angry god n hence the idol is kept inside two prahahras n immidiately closed after pooja.. v had a chance 2 c a very old chariot as well.. it was a very interesting chariot with the stories of gods inscribed on them......
Shantha durga temple is considered to be the richest temple in goa, the face of goddess lakshmi is made of gold in the temple...
still i have a few more places left, which i will post in part 3

goa -

lemme start with the no 1 topic, places i enjoyed visiting in goa... i would not say goa is extremely beautiful , i have seen more beautiful places... but the atmosphere there is superb, which makes u enjoy so much.. the air in goa is filled with " masthi", as i would rightl call it... the places i went in the order i liked....
first n foremost "the calangute beach", it is such a beautiful beach n one of the very important beaches in goa.. it is the place where i enjoyed the maximum,,,, i visited the same beach some 5 times, i would call it " the heaven of fun"... first time v had normal fun, jus gettin drenched n stuff, second time i enjoyed the scenary of the beautiful moon lit sea( this is a rare sight as chennai beaches r in the west , n they dnt generally shine in the moonlight), third time i enjoyed the wonderful water scooter ride, it was fabulous.. first i thought it would be a bit risky when they made us wear all the life jacket n stuff.. but it was such a thrilling ride, n fortunately when v went there were such high tides, v enjoyed our ride thoroughly......fourth time v went running by the sea. it was also wonderful again....the last day of the trip was " d day", v went to the beach( around 20 of us), went until the middle of the sea( where the height of the waves were nearly mine), got drenced completely... n then v were on the sea shore lying... it was such a wonderful experience lying down in water near the shores, u can actually float on the water... the waves gently touch yr body n go back.. v enjoyed like tis in the beach for about two and half hours.. wrnt back to our resort, got into the swimming pool again for an hour, and again took a nice hot bath in the bathroom... v were in water for about 5 hours... after tat v were feeling damn hungry n stuffed ourselves really well... thank god the best beach of goa was near our resort...
the next beach i liked most was the " miramar beach"... this beach is known for its beautiful sunset... unfortunately v could spend only half an hour in the beach... but it was a lovely beach, n i would call it my personal favourite...
vagator beach is the next best beach, it is a rocky beach n it is a pleasure to get urself drenched standing on the rocks... i loved that beach.. actually tis beach is a combination of sand n rocks,,, its not a completely rocky one...
anjum beach is totall rocky.. to get into the beach is damn adventorous.. it has an exciting pathway, not many of them had the guts to try the path...it is totally rocky n the rocks were made of coral...
colva beach is the third largest beach in the world... n guess what the first two r , first one is a brazil beach n the second "our marina", i never found it extraordinary , but it was fine...
thats all about the important beaches
then there was a lake called" mayem lake", nothing very special about it...
then there was boating on the "river cruise" for about two hours on a large ship...there were some cultural goan program on the ship.. but it never fascinated me that much... wat fascinated me more was the vastness of the arabian sea... n the sites i saw from the ship... it was amazing... i was amazed by the vastness of the sea n the extent to which i could see it....
okay people one more part is remainin... lots of stories left , i will post it in the second part....

back from goa!!!

hey people ! i am back from goa.... n guess wat? had a blast there... never thought i would have so much fun there...
now back from goa i have threee topics to blog about one-> place goa as such , its beauty ,,,, two-> the interesting people i met( i would call them lovely too, they were fabulous again).... n three-> the book i read in my journey, the latest sidney shldon" are you afraid of the dark?"

swadesh!!

a movie of my kind i woud say.. it revolvs around most important issues in todays life.....
the primary or i would say the soul is to make people understand the true happiness one gets in living in ones own country... i found the scene wherein he looks out of the aeroplane n feels happy lookin at his motherland...
living in America, n being a project manager in NASA, he doesnt really know the tough life people face in the villages.. at first he blames our costituttion n government n says nothin can be done about it.. but after hearing the sad story of a farmer he has a burning passion 2 solve atleast some misery.. he is shocked n broken down....
n he tries to utilize the stream 2 produce electricity, n he succeeds in it ...
n now its time 2 go back 2 his work in america.. but he realizes how tough it is to leave a place where he has ' de love of his life" n his lovable"mother".....
gettin emotional n crying for petty things is wat i totally dislkike n it often forms a very big part of almost all hindi movies.. wherein the hero n heroine cry, do not accept ones other love ... atleast in this movie it was not there n i am happy about it...
i found the heroines character a bit too much, wherein she thinks she is the best.. but later when she openly accepts her love for him, u realize she is not tat bad!! she is a blend of western n indian culture with burning passion to serve the country n society ....
When shahrukh says tat , there is no need for us to be really proud of our culture , rather its a hindrance for our economic development.. they say it is our culture for the women 2 stay in house all day long n look after the family, n the result the huge brilliance in a women is totally lost ... how true... tis thought has been there in me for so long... as he says every country has its own culture n v have ours... tats it, nothin really big about it..
finally i would say the mmusic was superb n without it the movie would have been total waste..
wishin u all a very happy new year.. hope it brings lots of happiness,,,

altruism- good or bad?

is it good 2 place everybodys wishes above ones own?
is it good 2 take up everybody sorrows onto oneself?
but how could one possibly do it? to make everybody happy? on could possibly have hard n tested methods of being happy in every other situation n give those ideas 2 people in distress... they r jus givin them ideas or maybe solutions.. but wat would be the perspective of the listener?he would mostly consider it as an advise or maybe his ideas wouldnt match with the person who is giving the ideas.. only the most mature person would be open 2 new ideas..
but if this method could work.. most of the population would be happy.. but nobody here can digest the fact that somebody can have better ideas than they have..nobody understands that somebody is tryin 2 help them out, rather ego starts playin a very big part...
to advise someone will also mean u r sacrificing urself of the deicency level of not pokin into others business n not makin them act the way u want.......
u could also help people by listenin 2 their sorrows n tellin them tat after all they r not wrong.. n tell them it is human for such situations 2 exist n boost their confidence level so tat they would be able 2 handle the situation themselves.....
but here u wouldnt find happiness for yrself...but ull merely be a garbage where people will be piling up waste on u...
tis is not the usual me... n tis kind of philosphical is also not me... but ive been hurt wen i had tried helpin somebody n tat made me publish such a post..
n i started analyzing y should one really help someone else? wat does he actually gain? answers to these questions nobody knows...
rather i feel one should lead his life peacefully n try ways so tat he can realize his dreams, rather than waste one's energy to help somebody else
well! wat dya feel... plz post comments...

be happy, who knows " kal ho na ho"

the earthquake , floods do terrify the mankind at times... yesterday everybody were making merry n look wat has happened today??????
how , grateful v should all be n thank god for giving such a beautiful life, lovely home n wonderful parents, friends, sisters, brothers... instead most of us grumble about life, find faults with others...
wat is the most important thing in life> happiness... to live every moment thinking it is a gift of god... who knows god might not want to give u the same second another time.. wat ive felt all these days is tat..life is like a gre exam,
in yr gre, u get more difficult questions if u answer the first few questions correctly..but net result u r happy , u get a good score..
same way, god might give u more difficulties if u have been able to face the small difficulties in life, he wants to see u how u tackle it...but finally he gives u the best..
he keeps some people always happy,,,, it is not tat they r always rapturuous with tat bubbling energy, candid almost about everything... while u r abash with some minor failure...not all r happy, but make themselves happy,..
being credulous is not your fault, ...
u construe urself tat way...
here are some ways where u can boost ur hidden energy n do your best....
u get confidence u can achive a lot of things n ull realize the real worth of " u"

. Recognize your special qualities. Make a list of all your positive qualities -- not including your physical traits. Are you kind? Artistic? Honest? Good in business? Do you make people laugh? Post your list near the mirror or another place where you'll see it every day. 2. Put your body back together. Most of us with negative body images have dissected our bodies into good and bad parts. "I hate my thighs and butt." "My butt's okay, but my stomach is fat and my arms are flabby." Reconnect with your body by appreciating how it all works to keep you going. Try stretching or yoga -- the fluid movements are great for getting in touch with the wonders of the human body. 3. Remember the kid inside you. Give yourself permission not to be perfect. Inside all of us is the kid we used to be -- the kid who didn't have to be perfect and worry about everything. Remember that kid, and give yourself a break! Place a photo of yourself as a child in your bedroom or at your desk at work, so you can see it each day and remember to nurture yourself and laugh a little. 4. Enjoy your food. Eating is pleasurable. So enjoy it! Food gives us energy and sustains life. Don't deprive yourself or consider eating an evil act. If you allow yourself to enjoy some of the foods you like, you'll be less likely to overeat. In turn, your body won't feel bloated and uncomfortable. 5. Indulge in body pleasures. One step toward being kind to your body, and inevitably yourself, is to indulge yourself. Get a massage, take a long, hot bath, use lotions that smell good, or treat yourself to a manicure or pedicure. 6. Speak positively. Pay attention to your self-talk. It's amazing how often we put ourselves down throughout the day -- it's time to stop! Each time you catch yourself making critical comments, fight back by immediately complimenting yourself. 7. See the world realistically. It's common to compare ourselves to people in magazines or movies, but this can make you feel self-conscious. If you want to compare yourself to others, look at the real people around you. They come in different shapes and sizes -- and none of them are airbrushed or highlighted. 8. Dress in clothes that fit. When we feel badly about our bodies, we often dress in shabby clothes, waiting until we lose weight before we buy something we like. But why? Feel good now! Find attractive clothes that fit your current size. Treating yourself will make you feel renewed. 9. Be active. Movement and exercise can make you and your body feel terrific! Not only does exercise help boost your mood, it stimulates your muscles, making you feel more alive and connected to your body. 10. Thrive! Living well will help you feel better about who you are and how you look. Strive to make your personal and professional lives fulfilling. You are a unique, amazing person -- don't forget it! A healthy, happy life can be all yours!

beauty

i feel like dancing hard until i sweat like hell........
jump in the rain till i sneeze....
laugh until tears come from my eyes....
sing loud till everybodys ear drum bursts..
eat chocolates till my taste buds get tired of the taste...
keep talkin on the mob for hours together...
sleep as if there is no worry on earth....
get drenched fully in the beach...
listen to music the whole day n get involved in it...





wow!!!!! each of us have small wishes like these, and even though they seem to be small desire they give us great pleasure n happiness..... these kinds of things make us come out of any kind of depression or sorrow.....

it feels great when u love n hate the same person...
when u cant tolerate tat person..
nor can live without the person....
it feels great to have a petty fight on nothin at all...
but still have the best times together...
wen the other person tells u exactly wat u have in mind...
wen somebody calls u late in the night,,,
n u have no mood to keep the phone down...
u speak on the phone fearin any moment dad might arrive.,...
to get attracted to somebody just by seeing them..
to remember somebody n realze tat the somebody means nobody to u...
but still cant give up the hope tat one day tis nobody might become everybody to u...
to treasure every moment spent with a person..
to recollect n realize u cant have the best times again in ur life...
but have the hope..
that better than the best is yet to come...



haha, on tat optimistic note.. dont let ur imaginations run wild...i have had special moments with many of my friends,.,, each one of them r special to me....
life is to enjoy n have fun in between our dreams, ambition, love etc...
so , enjoy, have fun

poem>?!!

hey people, i am so happy!!!!! exams r almost gonna get over... n i am all set for a fresh start, new semester, new subjects n many new things..
as i kept planning about new things, i came accross this poem i had written in my first year, its upto ya all to consider it as a poem , n here it is....



The magic of lightning,
U can feel in her sight
The softness of a flower
U can feel in her eyes
A lightning from a flower
“spectacular”
more spectacular is she…………
U listen to her song
Her voice
U feel all soft music orginates from her……………………
When she leaves
U don’t feel she has left
She fills the place with her breath
Which you try to catch hold and keep it to yourself
You search for her
And cant find her
And also find her everywhere
Inside you
Outside you
Everywhere you see
Everyone you see
But then you realise these stupids cant be she
She is wat she is
She puts a spell on you
With her smile
Which is a glimpse
She makes you contended
With her hearty laugh
Which will never seem to end
When she cries
Ur heart melts
You never want to see such a site
U want to become a wall
Without eyes
And never want to see
You experience death
When you see such a site

You experience life

Not life
You experience something
Which can only be felt
But cannot be expressed
U feel wen u go away from her
All these beautiful feelings will also leave you
But you don’t know that u carry them with you
Which keeps u smiling all the time
You don’t want to get out of the trance
The beauty of life you experience because of her

she is wat she is , " mother"

how bad is ur temper?

HOW BAD IS YOUR TEMPER ACCORDING TO YOUR ZODIAC SIGN
my personal favourite in this r aquarian!!! r u one?

ARIES MARCH 21 – APRIL 20

Nothing seems to ruffle you more than a lack of discipline,
disloyalty and decorum. But Arians are also known to go into a rage
very easily when challenged. Those of you who have been on the
receiving end of the Aries temper know that if not calmed down they
can even get violent. But one thing is certain if the opponent
remains calm and does not react to their outburst, Arians cool down
very fast. They are also the first to apologise, which makes them
easier to forgive.

TAURUS APRIL 21 – MAY 20

You are generally quiet and have control over your emotions. It is
difficult to predict what will upset you, so when you do lose your
cool, people don't know how to react. Your temper is like that of a
raging bull, and anyone trying to pacify you will be the first one to
get a verbal bashing. You generally get upset when you are concerned
or when people accuse you of doing something wrong. You also hate
being reminded about mistakes you've made in the past. You also have
the potential to be terribly vindictive if rubbed the wrong way.

GEMINI MAY 21 – June 29

You are recognised by your cheerful disposition and your jovial
nature is easily susceptible to anger. In fact, you are the best
person to have around when there is an ugly scene at a party you can
bring the warring factions together quite diplomatically. But when
you lose cool, you yell and scream and will not listen to reason.
You must have the last word in a wordy duel. Your capacity to argue
aggressively is matched only by your seductive charm.

CANCER JUNE 21 – JULY 21

Considering how charming, caring and kind you are, you dislike
unpleasant scenes, much less creating one yourself. You have great
tolerance and rarely get provoked into losing your temper. If
someone is unreasonable or trying to create trouble, you are more
likely to walk away quietly. But that does not mean you do not have
a temper. When angry, in your effort to control your emotions, you
tremble, your hands get sweaty and sometimes you fumble for words.
Tears roll down your eyes easily and the opponent is touched by your
innocence and will seek an apology immediately.

LEO JULY 22 – AUGUST 21

If anyone has total control over their emotions, it is you. But
then, you can be described as stiff, cold and uncaring. You are
known to lack spontaneity but you really don't care about opinions.
You don't like to create scenes and will never accept invitations to
a party where you suspect the presence of an unruly lot. But your
very presence seems challenging to some and they take vicarious
pleasure in your disquiet. When angry you can use critical
language. A dressingdown can humiliate your opponent, causing a
strain between both of you forever.

VIRGO AUGUST 22 – SEPTEMBER 21

Most of you are gentle and have full control over your emotions but
those of you given to temper tantrums can certainly get violent.
When see things with rage, you yell and shout and tend to break
things lying close at hand. You can even harm yourself by banging
your hands on a glass top table or wall. You should never get into
any argument, for you are a sore loser. You feel that others are
trying to persecute you and don't quite respect your opinions. When
hurt, you can also hold grudges forever.

LIBRA SEPTEMBER 22 – OCTOBER 22

Did someone say that you are the charmers of the zodiac? Well, it's
true. Few have ever seen you ruffled or angry. You are very
conscious of your image, and you believe that anger distorts your
face and personality. You also think you are above things like
anger. But wait before you get into self-congratulatory mood. Your
family or those very close to you know you better. You have an
unmatched temper amongst all the zodiac signs, and what makes it
worse is your capacity to justify it.

SCORPIO OCTOBER 23 – NOVEMBER 21

Of course you don't lose your cool. But your very demeanour (manner)
projects hauhtiness (arrogance, pride), pride and grand disdain
(disregard) for lesser mortals (human). Others are often found
saying that anger sits on your nose and you are raring to give your
piece mind to the first person who try to be funny with you. You are
selective in the choice of your friends, and have a low tolerance for
the superflous (extra) types. Your tongue-lashing (attack) is
generally in a soft hissing tone for when you scream, your voice
tends to get shrill and loud and you do hate drawing attention to
yourself! When upset, you are angrier with yourself for having shown
weakness, for the last thing that Scorpio wants to show is being out
of control.

SAGITTARIUS NOVEMBER 22 – DECEMBER 20

You are insensible and generally have no complete control over your
emotions. You do get angry quickly and others marvel at your anger
levels even when provoked. Actually, you get tongue-tied when angry
and you will remove your anger waiting for the other person to calm
down. Then you will reason with your opponent and convince the other
person in a very gentle manner that the whole thing was just his
mistake. You're also likely to totally sever ties with someone when
you're upset with them.

CAPRICORN DECEMBER 21 – JANUARY 19

Few will believe that a hardcore practical and materialistic person
like you is capable of sensitivity and genuine emotions. You project
a hard exterior but are actually very sensitive, a trait you
successfully hide from others. You can see thing with anger but will
not betray your feelings. But then, there are times that even you
cannot control your temper. Under such circumstances you can shout
and scream, more with frustration at the situation than with anger at
any particular person. Your outbursts can shock others and can make
them feel guilty too.

AQUARIUS JANUARY 20 – FEBRUARY 18

You are noble and kind and dislike losing control over yur emotions.
It is very rare for you to get angry. You are also the pacifier in
situations that involve arguments. It is always your endeavour to be
perfect and socially correct in your behaviour and attitude, but if
misunderstood and slighted you can give in to an angry outburst. You
will shout and scream and then walk out from the scene. You cannot
easily forget the situation and will be bitter about it for a long
time.

PISCES FEBRUARY 19 – MARCH 20

The only thing that can be said about you dreamers is that you appear
even more attractive when angry. You are very sensitive to others'
feelings, so you rarely hurt them. But when others tend to hurt you,
then things take a nasty turn. You will yell and use harsh words and
feel inclined to shake everything and everyone up. Your creative
imagination is at its best when angry, and you tend to get pretty
dramatic. When upset, you refuse to listen to reason and wish to be
left alone. But once you calm down, you repent your tantrums and
seek forgiveness. so nobody can be upset with you for too long.