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Sometimes Crazy,Always Wierd.


I don't want to brag upon anything which I never did before yet this post is about the apocalyptic events which happened to me recently.  The moment after stepping out of the college, things began to settle down to normal as I felt holidays running back to me with its arms stretched . Bunking college in the first working day without sparing any attendance happens only in the final semester of graduation.

Whenever my seniors confessed about the weariness of final years, I mocked at them, yet today a strange feeling of watching an old vintage picture in a LCD screen surpassed me. As a lazy procrastinate guy I easily find thrills in every corner of my life but now I'm pretty sick of books: GRE and TOEFL. Because of this I'm turning insomniac but whenever I touch the book, my brain starts puking. Even at this mind fucking situation I feel relived in the company of my friend, so called Gosahan. (Note: He is thankful to me for the same reason). For the last four days we were enjoying in the name of preparation. Thanks buddy, for your damn good time.

The great boring exam I want mention is TOEFL. Everyone are awesome in the place except those guys who don't understand the instruction. In the beginning of the test I was little worried about the speaking section because once my mind gathers momentum it cannot hold the control over the language and it simply pours like a water fall. That make me to talk,talk and talk,pointlessly.

In the test session  I was asked to describe the city which I live in for the testing of the microphone .

Me:

I'm asked to describe about Chennai, the city I live in. It is one of seven metropolitan cities in India
 *Start of my thought process*

Chennai has many sceneries  as it is located along the coast line of Bay of Bengal. Also it is one of the best cities in the globe with booming development.

*momentum gathered*

Though Chennai has a tropical climate its ambiance can make any one to love the place.Aaaa...(a girl in green salwar went by my side ) I find hot girls who look pretty and sexy.But sometimes there are girl who doesn't have the appealing looks which she has it in her facebook display picture. Face book is the best socializing site found by Mark Zuckerberg who is an ardent worker he always had an ambition to print his visiting card with the tagline "I'm the CEO BITCH" and that is the best part in the movie which I liked it......

Computer Screen: The microphone volume has been successfully adjusted

Me: Alas, I should control it in the control in the test session.

A north Indian guy who sat beside me was an ASSHOLE. He was shouting for the whole time. I have to swear him for his assholyness because I failed to listen to the question because of his intellectualism which he exhibited during the testing.

Computer: Describe the city you live in.

Ass hole:  Describe the city you live in. Describe the city you live in. Describe the city you live in.
                 Check   Check   Check Describe the city you live in Describe the city you live in

Me :       Laughing

My computer screen: You may start preparing for your response now.

Me: What should I talk now?


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Music Redefined.


Sounds of  nature shows vivid shades of the universe better than what our eyes can actually perceive.Despite cosmic vibrations being euphonious to hear yet most of them are enigmatic from normal understanding.

An acoustic descriptions  records the picturesque details of entirety that can project a strong mental image assisted by an acute variance between love and lust and sweet and sour and hot and cold. It crusades us into the cosmos where time cannot be felt and as a result of which we are lost somewhere deep inside our soul.

Every sound has its own meaning,synonym ,thesaurus and antonyms; what I'm trying to say here is that music has its own science. In spite of medley of sororities available, what I observed was people prefer for silence,which is the most violent portrayal of sound.

Is there any difference between sound and music?.If 'yes' is your answers, I must say that you are very opinionated that narrows down your perception level. For instance, its your grandma's opinion on your favorite Rock album or your view on her's classical album.But on the whole they are oblivious yet sound. In simple terms, its the contrariety in the feelings that differentiates the sound and music.

Anyways this post isn't anything debating about sound and music but to bring about the varieties of terminologies in the musical world and defining some of them from a layman's mouth. :D

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 None of the contributors, sponsors, administrators, or anyone else connected with Core Insanity in any way whatsoever can be responsible for the appearance of any inaccurate or libelous information or for your use of the information contained in this blog post.All the definitions given below are purely fictitious and purely for the sake of entertainment.Laugh and let others laugh.[ No offense intended.]
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Jazz: You flirting with your girl friend.

Carnatic: You making love to your girl friend.

Rock: You  forcing  your girl friend for sex.


Heavy metal: Someone forcing  your girl friend for sex.


 Fusion: A passionate kiss which becomes violent and ends when the lips starts to bleed.

Item numberA genre dedicated for Silk Smitha.


Introduction song: A genre dedicated for Rajnikanth.


"Kolaveri" song : A group of gangsters banging an old lady with an ostentatious condom.

Vijay AntonySomeone who sits besides you in the exam hall,writes all the craps you write 
                         and fails.


Harris Jayaraj: Someone who sits besides you in the exam hall ,writes the Engish story 
                             which he saw last night and still  fails.


ARR:  Every musician inspires from him and he inspires from Illayraja.


 Ilayaraja: A person who deserves an Oscar but never aspires for it.

Pista boyDefinition for definitions.

Dhanush: Someone in the wine shop who sings about his girlfriend.


Simbhu: Someone in the pub who sings about his girlfriends.


Shruthi Hasan:  A Tamil girl with an English accent.

Justin Beiber: Someone who is confused with his/her sexuality.


M J: Someone who lives with the music.

D J: Someone who lives by killing  music.

Pink Floyd: Anything which makes you high when you are high 
                    and even make you higher when you are low.

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A Million and half feelings of Love.


It  all started with a round- I said 'no' at first,  "just trying alone doesn't harm." they said. If it never harmed anyone ,why shouldn't I give it a try? : the first sip from the cup went in .It tasted hard. I closed my eyes tight and coughed twice. I thought, I should ever try this again.

But Pointing at me with an other cup he said "dude that is the first sip and it always hits the head".

I smirked at him  and stretched my hands for the cup. The cup of holly essence.sThis time I was gulping it very slowly. I started hearing many voices inside. My inner conscience was alarming me. But my head said c " just an another sip won't hurt anyone".

We boozed, boozed and boozed untile we all lost sanity.everything in the universe started appearing lifeless to me.  The initial hardness of the drink vanished as I starting sipping raw. It  was quite a good feel after a period of prolonged mental-numbness- exams.

Now, just 5 foot steps away from me was a guy lying on the ground; who convinced me to take that forbidden stuff , under abyss of the silent sky he was just lying like a baby in the cradle . The stuff had really made us to talk in a language that was neither English nor Tamil .It was the language of Gods were  brother becomes browtherr and cool becomes goool.  Apart from everything, I found  a subtle feeling which started racking my soul.I had been talking talking and jabbering till before my head hit on the muddy ground.

In the sepia tinted picture,a vivid flash back ran in my head. It was an incident that changed my fate. Juxtaposing all my memories I recollect a face of an innocent girl in  pink salwar and now  I began remembering everything-the day when she poetically portrayed her nervousness by stroking the beautiful tresses. I remember her pretty eyes which was filled with the glossiness of fear.She had no ravishing hot looks but her eyes had a power that would make any sane guy to go mad.And it was hard for me to hold my feelings,I lost myself at the first sight.

Her face was pale when I called her for a casual talk.I asked "What is your name".

she mumbled something looking at the ground. Suddenly tears embarked from her eyes.. Despite looking cute when she wept, my heart started to pound in pain and my eyes turned wet and throat went parch. At that moment I wanted to hold her in arms and grip her tightly.However, "something" had controlled my feelings that prevented my actions She quickly ran to her class wiping off the tears.I felt no distinction from me and the tree below which I stood.

This incident disturbed my sleep for a week. To revive my heart,  I decided to ask her "sorry" and a date. How could I ask a sorry and date all at same time. Our first meet wasn't  so sweet to ask for a date. I rarely  feared that I would appear like an insensible flirt. Because when you are in love, your senses become numb. .At times I thought of killing the "something" but it's she and her gracious smile had kept my love to persist in my soul.

Everthing, it can be pain or pleasure or happiness or sadness, anything which the love endows has no reasons. I started to enjoy this feel and get swayed in this emotional tantrum. Some time I would have a strong drive to propose to her but I was waiting for right time to open my heart.

And the day had come.I felt that my prayers were answered -it was raining hard and the thunderstorms were howling outside. She was all alone waiting for the bus, which  never came. The hostility of the place was reflected in her face. It emblazoned with fear. She started to stroke the tresses which hung before her face. Slowly tripping raindrops were no match for the silver threads of tears which trickled down  her cheeks. She was anxiously looking for a human companion to woo away the isolation of the placed.

Even the storm got mesmerized by her beauty. It got voilent and now adding the hostility of the bus stand, enveloped the fear. I know, she was in need of a company.So, I sailed towards the bus stop  to give her my warmth.
As I was walking towards her,her face changed and the smile started to fill her face once again.

Awww.....

 I knew she trusted me, she felt my soul... which was visible from her eyes.

I had some unknown fear that prevented to express my love. I felt God was so mean to me.Despite my presence, she looked at the sky and the road. "Ena ponu da eva.." I thought.(Also I prayed no bus should ever come )  as I enjoyed the blissful moments with her as the time elapsed, it was the silence that occupied the space between us. She wasn't feeling lonely because we know our hearts had actually talked..now she had stopped stroking her that was hanging in front..


Not wasting the time anymore,I wanted to say I love you, its always tough to express the true love. The love which I had been carrying blossomed from her smile..I looked at her.She smiled. Oh my God,love was so b'full. I was feeling it that time..

I moved close to her and called her "Aarthy"

Our eyes met..it was like a feeling that cannot be described  by any strings of words..because the language of silence cannot be expressed  I wanted to kiss her as the rain had given the most romantic atmosphere. Thanks to the transport service..they were doing the job which I should appreciate. She came close to me,gazed at my eyes, I looked at the book which she had that was huge enough to fit my face...

I wanted to say I love you ..but I was blinking, Silence had more to itself than the blinking eyes.I never said I love her nor she said to me. I never made any  gestures of  love. Only thing which I spoke to her from the day we met was "Hey Whats your name?" -for which she ran out in tears.

 Each time I blink,she returned it with a smile. It gathered all the courage in me and I moved to decrease the space between our face -she closed her eyes.Even though her juicy red lips invited- I still had an eye at the book. Within no time our lips embraced each other. .A mystical surge of a strange feeling passed into my spines. We made our First Kiss in a public bus stand.Oh my god It sounds cocky!


When our lips departed, I felt a transition from a mind-numbing pain to a blissful feeling and I began to enjoy the love that conceived a million and half feelings. We hardly spoke any word. except we were smiling. As I gradually  gripped her hands, she leaned her head over me .Aarthy had become  more than a life, she made me to enjoy the minute details of  the world.

Aaaaa....aar...r...rr...r....r...r.rt.t...t...t...tt...tt..t.t.h.h.hh.hhhy.y.y.yy.y.yyyy....

The memories started to fade as I am being relieved from captivation of the cocktail.

I heard the mobile phone buzzing. It was she on the phone.

"Hello..what were you doing for such a long a time...I  called you for some thousand times from last night....i missed you so much..,, Are you boozing??...I said not to booze,u ugly goose...waiiit...waiit....did she call you??..If you go out with her...I'll kill you........."

Talking like recorded stereo tape.in the conversation that lasted for thirty minutes, she spoke everything.even the words I had for her. J'm Really loving the way she cares for me " Aaaaarthyyyy" I strectched out my arms and yelled out in joy.Now I had an uncomfortable feeling below my pants: the mobile buzzed again : It was Priya.

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