Friday, March 24, 2006

Still Colonials:

The test match at Bombay (I don’t like saying Mumbai) between India and England brought a great disappointment, in terms of the result and some unusual yet idiotic behavior from the crowd as well as few former (so called) test players.. Forgot to mention, an umpire as well… A friend of mine was supporting England team right from the day they landed on Indian soil…He wanted England to win just because his DADA was not in the Indian team..

It is amazing to see how people put an individual ahead of the country… He never used to ask the score during the match; rather he used to ask “How many of your team gone??”.. That word “Your” really sucks … Even an umpire falls to this category of people… Sometimes I used to ask this question to myself “what if a third umpire gives a wrong decision in spite of having the luxury of modern technology” and now it has been proven that even the third umpire is useless…

I suggest why not have a panel of umpires (say 6-8) who could discuss on each and every decision referred by the umpire on field.. Later they can be allowed to cast votes and the decision with more number of votes will be the final verdict…… Actually this can give our players some rest till the decision is given…

Why do you have to punish only the players for not following the so called code of conduct?? What about these idiots who do not even know whether the bails are intact with the stumps or is it in air (In spite of seeing the replay some 20 times)??? Or was he trying to be too loyal to the British… I sometimes (actually many times) get this feeling that many people in India have not yet come out of the coma of colonialism…. Thanks to our politicians for having planted such a doubt in peoples mind ( Behaving exactly the way British used to before the Independence) for the past 59 years…( Great job… Well-done guys keep it going.)

There are people who say that they have adopted Australia as their home team… Why??? Coz they win almost all the matches they play and almost on every soil they step into… I have a small question to these people.. Suppose if your son/daughter does not perform well in exams, will you say to him/her that you are no more my son/daughter; I have adopted the boy/girl next door as my child… If you say so, you will be thrashed left and right by the child’s parents next to your house… (Have some common sense guys…)

Indian team might have performed badly…. I am an optimist who still believe in my team… I am still an ardent supporter of Indian Cricket team…We will bounce back (Bounce back hard). People need to have a bit of patience to actually see this Indian team evolve…. We will be there as on of the strongest contenders of World Cup 2007….. Keep watching and Keep supporting…..

Jai Hind….

Poetic Resignation:

The name is good, the brand is big
But the work I do is that of a pig
The work or the brand; what is my way?
I don't know if I should stay.
To work, they have set their own way
Nobody will care to hear what I say
My will be NULL, they wont change their way
I don't know if I should stay.
The project is in a critical stage
But to do good work, this is the age
This dilemma is killing me day by day
I don't know if I should stay.
The money is good, the place is great
But the development is at a very small rate
Should I go for the work, or wait for pay
I don't know if I should stay!
The managers don't know what they talk
The team doesn't know where they walk
That's a bad situation, what say?
I don't know if I should stay.
I can go to any other place
But what if I get the same disgrace
I can't keep switching day by day
I don't know if I should stay.
The -ves are more, the +ves are less
Then why have this unnecessary mess
No more will I walk their way,
It's all done, I won't stay.

Effects of DRINKING:

Mr. X came home from the pub late one Friday evening stinking drunk, as he
often did, and crept into bed beside his wife who was already asleep.
He gave her a peck on the cheek and fell asleep.

When he awoke he found a strange man standing at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing white robe.

X: Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my bedroom?
(Demanded Mr. X!!!!!)

St Peter: This isn’t your bedroom and I am St Peter

X: You mean I'm dead!!! That can't be, I have so much to live for, I haven't said goodbye to my family.... you’ve got to send me back straight away (Mr. X stunned!!!!!!!!)

St Peter: Yes, you can be reincarnated but there is a catch.
We can only send you back as a dog or a hen.

Mr. X was devastated, but knowing there was a farm not far from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen. A flash of light later he was covered in feathers and clucking around pecking the ground.

X: This isn’t so bad (he thought until he felt this strange feeling
welling up inside him)

Farmyard Rooster: So you're the new hen, how are you enjoying your first day here?

X: It's not so bad, but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm about to explode

Farmyard Rooster: You're ovulating; don't tell me you've never laid an egg before..

X: Never….

Farmyard Rooster: Just relax and let it happen..

And so he (Mr. X) did and after a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg pops out from under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the first time. When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that ever happened to him...ever!!!

The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his third egg he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head………..

Mrs. X (X’s wife): Hey X, wake up you drunken bas*ard, you're sh*tting in the bed

Amazing Poem:

This poem was nominated for the best poem of 2005, written by an African

kid...amazing thought!

When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black..
And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray..

And you calling me Colored ?

Desi Or Videsi:

Teacher: I am an AMERICAN.. Please students raise your hands if you are American too…

Not really knowing why but wanting to be like their teacher, their hands explode into the air like flashy fireworks.
There is, however, one exception. That exception is Geetha…

Teacher: Why did u decide to be different??

Geetha: Because I am not an American…

Teacher: Then who are you?

Geetha: I am a proud INDIAN

Teacher: Why are you an INDIAN (Little perturbed.. Her face slightly red!!!)

Geetha: Well, my mom and dad are Indians,so I'm an Indian too

Teacher: That's no reason, if your mom was an idiot, and your dad was an idiot, what would you be then?

Geetha: Then,I would be an AMERICAN

Students: He he hee!!!!! ( Teacher ka puncture ho gaya!!!!!!!!!)

Nalla Payyan:

Teacher : Un per enna?
Payyan: Siva sir…
Teacher: Un sondha oor edhu?
Payyan: Thiruvananthapuram
Teacher: Spell It!!
Payyan: (Idhu ennada vambaa pochi!!!!!!!!!!!) Enga ooru adhu ille Sir…Enga sondha ooru GOA sir…
Teacher: Adappavi spelling theruyaadhunnu sondha ooraye maathittiyeda…. Nallavele naa ungappan pera kekkale!!!!!
(Dads name : Sivasundaram VenkataKrishnaMurthy )
Spelling threyilennu adhayum maathi solliruppiyo ennamo!!!!!

Debacle: Whom to blame - Dravid, Batsmen, Fielding or Umpiring

The writing was on "The wall" the very first day itself when Dravid choose to field first after winning the toss on a pitch where batting is easy for the first three days. Probably he was banking too much on his fast bowlers and they didn't disappoint him. All the bowlers bowled their heart out. It was really glad to see an Indian fast bowler extracting bounce from an Indian pitch (read flat tracks).

Dravid's misjudgment of the pitch was even more magnified by the pathetic fielding (read catching) of Indians, what with a batsman of Freddy’s caliber getting seven lives. I suppose an early gift for Easter.

Still the batters had a chance to rectify the team management's mistake (read fielding first). They had to just bat sensibly; I am not including sehwag to this list. The batsmen just had to score at least their personal average; this is the expectation of an average Indian test team fan now not big hundreds.

Nowadays a rot has set in the team, of scoring once in every 8 innings or scoring a duck in first innings and when swords are drawn out to chop off the head score 70 odd runs to book a ticket for the next test series. I am including the worlds best also to this but no denying the fact that he is in a class of his own.

All these reactions are coming only because the mighty Indian batting is not living up to its expectations. Even a small mistake is

Getting magnified and the general public are not getting illiterate either.

Wait, we have forgotten the poor umpiring decisions the Indian batsmen had to face as if the existing problems were not enough. These poor decisions were not only coming from the on field umpires but umpires who were sitting in an AC room having all the modern gadgets (read third umpire). Guess he wanted to show the English even we can make tough (wrong) decisions or was he lobbying for a membership in ICC Elite Panel, whatever it is, it had a serious impact on this match, even the concerned player is feeling the same.

The booing by the crowd didn't help either (this itself can heat up to a huge debate). Common we are not as punishing as our

Neighbors or as hard hearted as Australians.

The English sensed kill when Irfan came to open the innings followed by kumble. What happened to our famed batting might or is there any rule that good, great, class players should not come to bat after certain time in a day (read the last few overs). If they are not ready to bat how can we call them great? I believe a good batsman should bat in any situation.

I thought Indians had a great chance to win this match on the last day but they just caved in. The fact that the team management had lost faith in their batsmen and sent bowlers to bat for few overs in itself sends a wrong signal to the opponents.

If this continues even an ardent cricket fan may lose interest, but such is the craze in India that this is easily forgotten once another series starts.

Last but not the least this test result will provide some non performers (read retired cricketers/MP) fodder to chew for some more days. Oh! They are fit only to be a judge in a laughter show. Their talent would be better utilized if they participate in it.

The batsmen should take the blame fair and square for this debacle. No brooding about this, the team management should do

Something to make the test team as successful as the one-day team.

But I still feel India went with the correct team its just that our batting didn't click. Hope Indian batsmen regain their form in their next test series (Amen).

Manu Nandavarik

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

TV Programme:

He: Sir enga veettule TV ya thavare ella porulum kaano Sir

Police: Ennaya sollare?

He: Aama Sir.. Unmayathaan sollre..

Police: Ellaathiyum thiridittu TV ya mattu en vittuppona(Thinking!!)

He: Sir naantha TV paathuttirundhe ille??.. Appo eppadi Sir avanaale TV ya thiruda mudiyum??

Police: Ada ungoyya TV ya paathuttirundhiye appadiye un Pondaattiyayum paarthuttu irukka vendiyathaane???

He: Enna Sir en pondaattiyayua kaanoma??

Police: Ada naarappayale!!! Naattule ippadiyuma irukkureenge???Appadi ennathaanda paathuttirundhe TV le??

He: Pondaattikkoda sandhoshama irukkuradhukku enna pannanonnu oru programme vandhuttrundhadhu… Adha than paathuttirundhen..

Police: Adappaavi adappaavi… Uruppaduviyaada nee??? Pondaattikkooda sandhoshama irukkuradhukku TV programme paarkka therinja unakku Pondaattiya paarkkanonnu theriyaleye!!!! (Police faints!!!!!!!!)

Job Fair:

Hi All,

Let ur frnds know this !

Job fair is on 9,10th april in RM Mahal,Egmore,Chennai,


Osama Bin Laden:

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If you get an email along the lines of "Osama Bin Laden Captured" or "Osama Hanged" don't open the attachment

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Mun Paniya:

One of my favourite songs in Tamil....Composed by Yuvan Shankar Raja,sung by SPB and Malgudi Shubha..... I rate this as one of the best compositions of Yuvan Shankar Raja...... I love the lyrics,the location,the composer, the singers,the actors Surya and Laila,their acting,the way in which the song is shot(Choreography),the camera work............. Everything is just superb.... Hats off to Bala for having created such a situation.....

Mun paniyaa

Mudhal malaiyaa

Yen manathil aetho vilugirathae


Uyir nanaigirathae

Puriyaatha ooravil nindraen

Ariyaatha sugangal kandaen

Maattram thanthaval neethaanae

Manasu ethaiyum

Maraikkum kiliyae

Manasa tharanthu

Solladi vellaiyae

Karaiya kadanthu nee vanthathu edharkku?

Kannukkullae oru ragasiyam irukku

Manasa tharanthu

Solladi vellaiyae-ae...

Yen idhayathai

Yen idhayathai valaiyil

Engaeyoe maranthu tholaithuvittaen

Unn viliyinil

Unn viliyinil athanai

Ippodhu kandupidithu vittaen

Idhu varai yenakkillae mugavarigal

Athai naan kandaen unn punnagaiyil

Vaalgiraen naan unn moochilae...

Salanga koolunga

Odum alaiyae

Sangathi aena

Solladi velliyae

Karaiyil vanthu nee thulluvathu edhukku?

Nilava pidichukka nanappathu edhukku?

Aylo aylo aylay aylo-o

Yen paadhaigal

Yen paadhaigal

Oonathu vali paarthu vanthu mudiyuthadi

Yen iravugal

Yen iravugal

Oonathu mugam paarthu vidiya ainguthadi

Iravaiyum pagalaiyum maattrivittaay

Yenakkul onnai nee oottrivittaay

Moolginaen naan unn kannilae...

Byke Puncture:

Mr.X comes to office by byke... Mr.Y comes by Bus...Y is quite a "gundu payyan" and X is a lean guy.....While going back home Mr.Y makes a consious effort to go by Mr.X's byke...

It was 6:30 in the evening.... Azhagaana weather(Cos it had just rained).. Byke ottaradhukke oru thani maja....Suppera irukkum....

X says to one of his friends "Come da.. Its late we will leave"

Y comes to know that X and his friend are leaving ... Y goes and stands in front of X's byke.... When X comes to the byke stand,he sees Y standing in front of his byke.... Y asks X's bag n helmet n also helps him to take his byke out of that jigsaw puzzle(Just exaggerating the way in which X's byke was parked.. He he he......)..... Seeing this act of Y, X thinks "Innikki en ride pocchipa... Bend aayiduven"..

X starts the byke to leave..

Y: Ennayun appadiyen valile drop panniru da!!!!

X: Sari vaada adhukkella kekkanuma!!!.....(Ennamo oru naalikki drop kuduthaa, idhe velaiya pochi.......)

Y: Sari polaama.. Speeda ottadhe da??? Paathu ottu???

X: Sari machi (En bykea speeda ottadhennu sollaradhukku ivan yaaru.. Che!!!)

Y: Evalon time aagum ange poyi serradukku??

X: Enna oru 30-40 mins aagalaam

Y: Bus le ellam 25 mins le poyiduvaan...

X: appadiyaan ( appron enna elavukku da en byke le varen nee...)

Y: Enna sonne???

X: Onnume illiye!!!!! Phew...

Mr.X senses that the back tyre has less air in it... Especially after this X got onto his byke....

X keeps praying "Kadavule enna eppadiyaavathu nalla valiyaan veettukku sethudu paaa"

Y: Why ru so silent????

X: Silent ... Me.. No way yaar!!!!!....(Evana koottittu poradhum illame paattu vere poaadanuma.. Aaiyo Aaiyo..)

Y: Its nice to ride byke in this weather know????

X: Ya Ya.. ( Especially when ur on the back seat!!!!! )

Y: Hey naa engeye erangikkire..

X: OK..

Y: Thanks da machi.... See u tomorrow

X: Its OK da.. Idhukkellam thanks edhukku???? (Naalaikkumaaa !!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

X has to ride another 6 kms to his place.. He thinks atleast the next 6 kms of ride will be fun.....

But after 1 km, Hssshh( Tyre puncture)....Mr.X gets down pushes his byke for another 4 kms ,where he sees a puncture shop.He gets his byke done n goes home... He reaches home at 9:15 pm..... X thinks "Andha gundanaale en favourite PEPSI ungal choice, ille ille ille PEPSI Uma appuron lollu sabha miss aaiduche...Che .... enna kandraavi da indha vaalkkai??????"

Amma: Ennada ivolo late...7:30 kke varenne!! Tireda theriyire !!! Enna aachi???

X: Onnu ille maa... Velaiyadittirundhe adhukku dhaan!!!!! (7:30 kke varenne.. Ange enake 7:30 pottan oruthan)

Amma: Aenda enna koilukku koottittu porennu solli koothadichittu variya???

X: Summa iru maa.. Nee vere?? En kashto enakku thane theriyum???(Andha gundanaale veettuleyun thittu... Saniyan saniyan)

X searches for MOOV n applies to his swollen hands and legs(Result of pushing his byke for 4 kms)..

From then on Mr.X either leaves after Mr.Y has left or says to Mr.Y "Hey sorry da machi innikku enakku vere velai irukku da... So unna kootittu poga mudiyaathu.... Naalaikku paarkalaam".... Andha "Naalai" eppovume varaakoodaadhunnu Mr.X kadavul kitte vendikkurathu innikkum nadandhuttu thaan irukku!!!!

May his wishes come true??? I request u all to pray for this poor guy Mr.X.....

So guys who come by byke ,beware of these Mr.Y's.....

Can never satisfy:

An observation of how a girl X clarifies her doubt(A simple doubt) with this Guy Y... Here it goes(Never comes to the matter directly though)....

Aval: Hey enna pannre???

Avan:Onnu pannale... Just listening to songs..

Aval: Me too...

Avan: Then how come here???

Aval: En varakkoodatha??? Naa inge vandhadhu unakku pidikkilennu nenekkire!!!!

Avan: Che che appadi ella onnu ille!!! U said u were listening to songs... So??

Aval: So what??

Avan: Its Ok yaar tell me...

Aval: What to tell?? Nothing yaar... I was trying to write a code to add two numbers.. Can u help me how to go about it

Avan: Its nothing yaar.. Just take two numbers. Add it using the method add..

Aval: And?

Avan: And what? Print the number.. Thats all....(Phew!!! Idhu oru doubtunnu engitte vandhu kekkudhu!!! )

Aval: Adhu enakkum theriyum.. Adhe naan vandhu vere maadhiri pannalaamennu...Adhukku thaan un kiite ketten..

Avan: Vere maadhiri naa??? (Indha ponne ippadi thaanpa... Edhu sonnalum othukkurathille..Che che bejaar pannidudhu)

Aval: Enna munungure??

Avan: Onnu ille.. Vere eppadi pannuradhunnu yosichen...

Aval: Appo unakku theriyaada??

Avan: Illemma theriyaadhu..

Aval: Seri vidu naane edho yosikkire!!!!.. Bye,,

Avan: Bye..

She i.e.,X goes and types the code with the logic as told by Mr.Y....

Mr.Y comes to know about this and says to his frnds "What a girl macha??? Edhu sonnalum "ippidi enakku panna varum.. Naa vere edhavadhu vali irukkannu kette.. Avalavudhaan???" appadinnu solli naa sonnadhiye poyi pannuthu da.. Enna panradhu???.. Eppadi yaavadhu kalti vitturlaannu paakure mudiyamaattengidhu da...Loosu loosu(cursing X)"

Holi Day:

Holi this year was quite different,as it was celebrated in our office... In the morning I thought there will be no holi celebrations as we are so called professionals expected to behave professionally atleast when in Office... So I went to the office wearing a black shirt and a grey pant.....But all my calculations n thoughts went wrong in the afternoon when all of a sudden Holi celebrations started, making my black shirt fully colored .. Mind u It was nice though !!!!

Also It gave me an opportunity to see some interesting characters....We (All Guys) were finished with our game of holi, just standing in front of the door in our wing having a nice chat (on who should we attack next)... A girl XYZ entered our wing..She walked past us to her seat like a snake crawling to get back to its place(i.e., Very Slow )..... She expected some colors to be put on her by a guy YX( Phew!!! ...As if we were standing there dying to put colors on),yet she was pretending as if she hated colors ( Pretending to move away from us yet coming closer to us).... Her eyes were making 360 degree turn,every now and then looking at us expecting some colors..... But to her surprise nobody noticed her and she went to her seat with a disappointed look on her face. But it was all fun when I told this small act of hers to my friends and we all laughed...

Moral: One's disappointment is others fun..... What do u say????

My First Blog:

I am very happy for having created my blog, my first blog.......