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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

Note:
 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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Just For Kicks.


If you had any experience of motorcycling, then you would be familiar with this kind of situatio: Last night I was driving my way back home,I saw a girl in a scooty and she looked fawsome from behind. So the curiosity had built up,after risking myself  between the lorrys and buses and after overtaking her I peeked into the rear mirror with a great hope that she would be like Preeti Zinta in Pep Ad or Asin in the Fanta Ad. Howerver in reality the converse is always true, why should a girl like Zinta or Asin should drive a bike rather she would easily look for a boyfriend who owns a BMW.  You can't get mindfucked anymore.Read along.

It was the marriage reception of my friend's brother.I blasted him sincerely for not sending me the invitation.He said "Onaku elam invie thevaya macha ??". To whomsover it might concern I'm a Don in my street.As per the protocol I did need an Invitation. Anyways I heard that the bride was Gujarati, the vivacious pictures of Ayesh takia, Ameesha pattel and Namita flocked inside my head so I said "Sure buddy, Will make it definitely. "

Even God would have shown you mercy, not your friend if you had went without a gift. I had to think on my present,my gift not to be something like a show piece; it should talk for itself , also it should be someway useful to the couples I had an idea of presenting  a Kama sutra book or Dildos else  some DVD collections of  Sunny leone and Priya Rai .(if you hadn't known Sunny leone /Priya Rai, slap yourself and say don't act too much) . I had no qualms in presenting to them but it couldn't be more embarrassing when opening the gifts.

In Indian custom after the puberty function and marriage, the Gift opening ceremony is much celebrated in the family. First, People of all age groups sit in a circle and they open the gift one as if they. Imagine how would it be when the chottu of the family holding a dildo asking you "what is this toy,mama?"or your Grand ma holding the DVD of Priya Rai and asking for is that Sri Priya stothram??.

Honestly,I had no idea about what to gift till here.Har ek friend zarrori hotha hai ,friends are the greatest source of ideas,they can fetch you best ideas ever which Abishek Bachaan forgot in his idea campaigning.  Prefer the dumbest person in the group for ideas because he would run naked for you to prove his awesomeness.
Note: They are no match for my awesomeness!

Foodu was also one of the main reasons that made me to the function, if it were a normal Tamizh Naatu marriage the food had to be sambar sadham /thayir sadham.,arey yaar idhu ko North Indian shadi hona??(This is slang is popularly know as Tahinglish= Tamil+Hindi+English) So, Tamil Nattu+ Gujrathi= double feast : D. I wonder why all the Mandapams have Dinning hall in the Ground floor and function hall in the second floor.( If you have the answer please leave it in the comment). It had been  always deceiving that every time I walked straight into the dinning hall .Sometimes you could find some highly brilliant stranger thinking that they are guiding you ,talk to you craps.

Dumb Stranger  :     Thambi...this is dinning hall..ha ha ha
Me                       :     Did I say you this is bed room? (in my mind)

*30 minutes later*

 I entered into the dinning hall after all gift giving rituals.(this time I really came there to eat)
an another dumb ass :

Dumb stranger   :    The reception is upstairs.(smiles as if he had found sky is blue)
Me                       :     (irritated) What the fuck?? Do I look like a hot chick?(in my mind)

While travelling in a public bus people tend to fight for seats and in the class room they fight for the last bench but here  its funny to look because they stand even though there are lot of chairs.Observing them would be a best way to wail away the time.Anyone could find ladies with captivating jewelries and adulating each other.

Lady1    :    Hey ,when did you get this necklace??*eyebrows raised*
Lady 2   :    This is a new design I bought it from Malaysia costly, sixty five thousand ruppes
                    by the way your sarree is very b'full and suits you well.
Lady1    :     Awww Thank you so much!,this is Benaras pattu! 


And the ladies depart happily.Now, the same situation,but different people.

Lady1    :  Hey ,when did you buy this necklace??*eyebrows raised*
Lady2    :  This is a new design I bought it Malaysia costs sixty five thousand..(lot of smiles)
Lady1    :   ooo apadiya?? My grandma had the same necklace when she was sixteen.
Lady2    :   *smiles shattered* Sari sari I think this is antique collection.(manages the situation)

To your attention age of all these respectable ladies are graciously over fifty five.Clearly, if you don't re complement the women who praises you, then take it for granted that you were left in the worst situation.Its worse than getting caught by the grand ma while jacking off.

For some technical reasons I had to end this post here.

PS:  No special reasons for this post.(Sarcasm Intended)

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A Top atop of my Head


Starting to study a day before an exam is a deep rooted custom in the Education culture, Me not an exception having lost in the pages of the huge course material all these days and screwed all the toughest papers, I feel the stress has reduced to one-half. Now a pleasant feeling of  absolute emptiness has begun to occupy the vacuum inside my head . Learning  is a kind of  wild fascination so I never refrained to limit myself with the bounded topics of the syllabus which sometimes  left me in a pathetic state of pulling out my eye balls at the exam hall. The near study experience can be described as :


"When the super fast  reading races with the second hand of a clock, the feel of high caffeine mixed with three shots vodka which can fly butterflies in the stomach.Just that moment we observe the ticks of the clock in the blink of our eyes



Last minute reading can teach a million lessons on management skills which many B-schools preaches. First and foremost of all it teaches us time management, I've known many of my friends start just six hours before any exam and cover all the topics in the syllabus. It also trains the mind and soul with a passive urge to stay on the track without any deviation. Unknowingly we practice Zen meditation as Bodhi dharama, great patriarch of Zen Budhism refers in his gospel :

"One who understands his inner instincts, controls over his thoughts by synchronizing  mind,soul and body for an unified action.He is on the path of realizing the Budha in himself"

During the period we learn the topics which we feel of reading it (Understanding the Instincts); As we start reading with a great dedication we seldom forget everything  around us, even in the late night some force drives us to stay awake which is so called Exam fear. (Synchronization of Mind,soul and Body).We pace ourself to achieve the ultimate goal of preparing for the exam(Unified Action). With accordance to the Great Master Bodhi Dharma, we are on the trivial path of Realising Buddha .Its evident that the unknown force that makes us to stay awake is not the Phobia for exam, its the symptom when Mind, soul and body coordinates for an aid.

Not just a philosophy, its a powerful delusional tool that can take anyone out of the world and helps in understanding the reflections,pursuits and passion which the normal life fails to implicate. Adernaline which is the cause and source for this delusional enlightenment. Accompanied with the anomaly is its effect and  Last minute rush  is one such thing that awaken the emptiness in the head, the state of Budha. I feel a top  drilling atop of my head...which in the words of my mother tongue Tamil


"en uchi mandaiyala Grrrrrrrr"  *On the top of my head Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*.


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RIP Steve Jobs-Not His Apple



Apple Inc., known for its finest products that would never compromise the quality.When all companies produced gadgets that resembled same,Apple made a striking difference that made everyone to eye the apple products and that is the i factor in apple.Steve jobs,the i (eye) of  Apple inc., is no more with us.Though he expired yesterday, he and his life that would continue Inspiring us.




Miss you Mr.Steve.May your soul RIP


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Dear Engineering, Am sorry I SCREWED you!


At last I'm counting on the last beads of the wonderful college days.Its clearly visible for anyone to see the time running as the days pass on semester by semester I consider it to be the most important part of life .I learnt to swim across the swam of butterflies,run with wind to chase the time running an yard ahead of me  the changes are the something which rejuvenates  the old with refreshing breath of fresh air.In the last three years I rediscovered the existing reality with my damn mad friends who gave their shoulders when the reality tried to screw me.Nothing is immutable to change,change is constant thing that never changes.When something reconstructs itself  to make a change it leaves some traces in memory pile.Now I'm here digging up my memories,experiences of how I screwed engineering!

When I entered into the college for the first time, I had no glimpse about how the real college would be.All I had  a dream about the college which the silver screens showed me.But I always had a passion to study engineering in a college which gives me an atmosphere of a college.Luckily I got an admission in one such institution around the city.Canteen was the first place .The food at the canteen was not so delicious but I knew it would serve for the survival. I looked around the place, all I could notice was bright new faces with the eyes glowing with some deep desires.No one seemed so familiar to me but I knew someday I would know at least half the people whom I'm seeing now.

Some old man with a bushy mustaches hanging below his  nose came to me. He was scary, caught me for extending the lunch time by thirty minutes. He said "ID card".what the bloody card?. I was appallingly staring at his mustaches that would fall from his face anytime. Before I began to realize the situation; he pulled out the ID card from its holder which was tied around my neck. I was curious to know about this old  gentle man , who the people called  Gallej Gopala Krishnan. I would like to name him as specimen #1 because he is the perfect living example to show Engineering could make any sane person mad.(I'm already mad!)

From my birth I was been spoon fed by mom,then by my dad later in the school by my teachers.So spoon feeding is an inveterate habit for me. I couldn't bear when I was dumped with lot of facts,tons of stress and pages of record work. I had a feeling of pulling out the lollipop when I'm already addicted to its the taste. 
Neither Engineering nor the college spoon feeds If you desire for something then you need to snatch the food before someone licks it.Waiting for the opporturnity is dumbest thing in engineering because opportunities are never labeled so its always beter to make an opportunity rather than waiting for it.

In engineering you need not go behind a problem to form a solution, Anna university does it for you.Semester can be defined as the phenomenon where you forget everything once you enter into the exam hall and the memories rush in just stepping out of the hall.Semesters will  make you learn learn and learn and  learning  till before entering  into the exam hall,  you will curse the time because you cannot cover  the entire syllabus.But in the exam hall memory fades out and again you will curse the time for moving too slow,So its always preferred  just divde, conquer the dividend.You will turn a super pro reader when preparing for semesters, its feeling of bottle necked as the time narrows down.Please don't curse yourself or your memory because how much to hold in a tinny brain?

How hard you study, how smart you plan, how good you write.. Its not possible for anyone to score the grade which we dream .I bet marks linearly decrease every semester. Its a strange phenomenon that can't explain or expressed either. Internals can ditch you because everything is fair in love, war and also in Engineering! .Putting a smile on your face and adulating respecting the teacher, adds credit to your face value. It can bring a drastic result which we would always dream of  having it. If you screw the teacher, the teacher screws you in their way; which your ass   heart cannot bear it.

I had a wild passion to seek knowledge,its clearly visible to me that I had to understood concept to score marks.Despite understanding everything I couldn't top the paper. So I made a change in my style of writing I wrote all nonsense in the paper but cared to underline and highlight some points occasionally. When the results came I was fucking shocked. I got a damn good grades, far better from my past results.The moral of the story is : Presenting an irrelevant thing in a beautiful way can fetch mark. Yet I still continue to write in my own way because for the sake of Insanity! :D

Initially when I started to feel the classes to be boring, I bunked the class and later I felt bunking a day and sitting at home would be a better choice than bunking the whole day at the college.And finally It had exceeded the bounds when the bunking days started to increase,at a point time of I started to bunk the whole week.Now I'm forced to sit in the class not because I love hearing to the lectures because I failed to plan and distribute the bunking days evenly.
When an academic year starts plan the days, stay within the limits and enjoy bunking! 
*Bunk adikradhala nalla vishayam nadakudhuna;Bunk adikradhu naladhu*
(If something good is happening because of bunking classes;Bunking is good)

Now when I dust the memories,the only thing I find is  Fun ,happy smiling friends.I have a strong urge to
enjoy in each and every moment of life, try to extract the maximum hidden fun. Its because you joined engineering and you have to miss those fun.Life doesn't assures you with anything, its a pretty uncertain world where expecting for certainty is like finding for a fool's diamond.Its a really nice time to get incubated in an Engineering college as you get acquainted to many things and prepare for the real world.

"Dear Engineering, Am sorry I SCREWED you!"