Apple. I hate you ♥♥♥

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Apple. I hate you ♥♥♥

Apple. I hate you ♥♥♥ 

This cannot be your love story. Because this is not a love story!

Note :

I wrote this post when I was studying College 2nd year. I forgot to post. Then again rewrote in my Third year. Forgot it again.  I always have a want to write about my favorite hero. But Unfortunate it is. Each time I want to write about someone who is my favorite, I can't simply write about them. Because. I. Love. Those. Lovable. Idiotsss..

This post is not about an idiot. It is about a person who I really love, breath and at sometimes expire. Just close, read this post.

Generally. No. Actually. I love people who wish to be themselves. And it is very difficult to portray the real selves. My cousin says she hates makeup, pieces of jewelry and all those little things females love. 

Sometimes, I  even wondered why is she saying like that.  Is she not a girl? I couldn't just imagine she not being a girl. I had a crush on her.(Note the tense. I "had”).
Perhaps, she has the softest skin in our whole family.  I wanted to eat her up because of her so smooth skin.

 I seriously believed whatever she said until that day I noticed her experimentation with apple juices and banana slices. I thought she is trying out a new recipe. She is a bad. Very bad cook.

Shock came. When I saw she applied those delicious juices over her face.

adi paaavviiiiii....  I yelled. 

She turned to my side and gave a goatty smile. She said,

Kaarti! do you think my most eatable shiny-whiny face come easily? We have to take care raa..

I said bu.. but .but you hate those beauty parlors, facial stuffs la?

Yeah Yeah. They are chemicals, I believe they will hurt my skin. So only I am trying out this naturopathy. It is so nice..

Yummy too, I added

She winked at me.  Wana try?

O yeah!

Slow down Kaarti.. everyone are here..

We both tiptoed to the kitchen. 

she whispered, have it now.

I mixed a cup of banana and apple shake and added ice cream to it. And said yummy yummy. I din't notice that she was showing her cheek in the glutinous love for apple and banana. It enveloped my eyes.

Uff!. Kaaarti.. so romantic you are..

achoo... I will finish this. And come to your face.

che...echee..da.. Please use spoon know?..

Po di. Po di.

She giggled, and looked at me and she tried to open her mouth to say something but couldn't get the words out, so she wrapped her arms around my neck . This is the first time in the last 10 years I have been hugged like a teddy bear.  When we were kids, she used to hug me often and I would push her down.

Okay. I stand corrected. I used to hug her and she would push me.

I couldn't realize for a second that she is wrapping her arms around my neck.

Her eyes were full of love. She was smelling apple. 

I badly wanted to kiss her.

She knew. I wanted to kiss her.

She came forward. The distances between our faces were constantly reducing.

I closed my eyes tight.

She whispered in my ears "Kaarti, good boy la, don't say this naturapathy seceret to your amma"

I opened my eyes in an utter shock.

Pushed her away.

Podi dash of the dash. Lord of the dash. Dash to the power infinityyyyyy.
 All Girls love make up!

She laughed. again and said something that I will tell you in the next post.

the whiskey,the karma and the empty vessel - 2

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the whiskey,the karma and the empty vessel - 2

If anything which is not anyway relevant to the previous post is called a sequel, then this post is a sequel to my previous post called ‘you know’. By the way 'you know' is not the post's name, my dear reader.  I have followed the standard convention for naming the sequel. To see my previous post click here.

At this moment you might think of stop scrolling down this post. 

Don't do that. Be wise than a miser!

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the whiskey,the karma and the empty vessel - 2

 (Rerouting to the past, through the eyes of Srishti)

Continuing from the last line...

What is Karma, the k thing?

Its very simple. When you substitute a mice in testing a fertility drug, and unfortunately it turns you impotent. Now you are in a no position to produce your offspring.. Here, you can neither sue the scientist nor your fate. 

You become helpless, vexed and depressed without venting out the rot feelings. To help humans with this kind of difficult situation where no one could be blamed, some impressive forefather of us created a mystic yet believable thing and named it as ‘karma’.

Assuming Darwin's hypothesis true, if you date back on the scale of evolution, its logical that at some point Apes, Ape man and Homosapien(man)- all three of them -coexisted. How would be man who freshly baked from the ape factory by the time machine be? .Undoubtedly wild. Our fore fathers ran everywhere in bewilderment discovering a new feeling because of their improved sixth sense!

When this process continued for sometime, there evolved a pact of uncouth, wild people whom today's science call 'early man'. He discovered fire and mend it for cooking. He churned soils for food. Turned stones to weapon, leaves to cloth and more and more as his intellect began to develop; however, to the glory of the nature, this rate of enlightenment wasn't uniform among the people. Even now days not everyone of us are Einsteins, Armstrongs and Kalams at the early part of our life. So, there were frequent clashes among the tribes, adding to the furry were forest fires, dinassorus and plagues. Thus began, the survival of the fittest-  a fight for existence.

There lived some one, who was intelligent to interpret the pattern of time and signs of evolution.From  now on ,we call him, Srishti. To save his fellow men from killing each other, Srishti needed supremacy over them. But that wasn't an easy job for him. Its hard to gather power over a race, which lived wild for generations. .

One day, he was observing silence over bark of a tree. Suddenly, from his behind he heard a screeching noise. His heartbeat stopped for a while and for the first time he felt a whole of adrenaline rush in his body. It increased heart rate and sweated profusely.

It was totally a strange feeling for Srishti to decipher.  Slowly, he turned around to see the cause for this feeling. It was a small squirrel trying to break a nut. He sighed and laughed hardly. However, this was the first time he had encountered this feeling, which he wasn't able to name or describe it until that day came.

Srishti who loved peace always enjoyed the serenity of the nature. His favorite spot is where the lake Manasarovar springs out today. He used to sit on a particular place regularly and witness the events. It was an extension of territorial plane above the water. He comes there and rests himself by sitting on it; hung his legs freely tracing the stream.  

There he would patiently look at every little thing around him. 

For sometime he would glance at the vast expanse of sky and admire the beauty of stars. And for other time he would simply look down the lake in hope of discovering something. One day he found, some jelly like creature inside a shell, he named it snail. And he found fish one day, and then birds next day; this continued on and on.

Soon Srishti learned to see the abstract patterns and able to connect them in logical way.

He questioned why birds flocking together in particular fashion that day was different from other day. He even noticed the shoaling of fishes were not always the same, it migrated regularly.  

He realized a fire ball on the sky raise from the east and sets in the west. During that transition he found light evolving from dark in day was again swallowed by the dark itself in night. 

He found the nights of summer are lengthier than the nights of winter.

He thought there should be a basic line of reasons behind every pattern..

This differentiated Srishti from others.  What he saw was an entirely new world from the rest of his mates. His born inquisitive attitude unveiled the curtains to knowledge. He was pampered at the school of nature. He enjoyed everything than mercurial nature of his fellow beings. Srishti was a lover of peace and happiness..

One winter evening, he strode along the side of Manasarovar. The climate was nerve breaking chill and he enjoyed it. All of a sudden the tranquility of the place was disturbed by an ear jarring noise.

At a distance away from him, was everyone running in unison. Srishti was surprised as that was the first time he found his fellows united.  

He  noticed everyone's face. It was glistening with pellets of sweat. All of them exhibited the same kind of expression which Srishti impulsively related  to the feeling which he had once he was shocked by the nut breaking squirrel.  

The commotion was created by a herd of elephants. It was chasing Srishti's tribe with a great furry.

He wanted his tribe to be saved, but how? 

Within no time, tearing the ears was the sound that was no match for the sound of shuddering thunder.

Someone rolled stones from the top of the hill.  

Elephants panicked, they dispersed in all direction with a greater speed than his men before.

He clearly observed the pattern, it said him something about the behavior of living things.Something which would be upturning the future of all living beings, something which his later generation would be breaking their heads on. 

And he found  the power to control the human race and which would change their way of living.

Want to know how fear helped Srishti in gaining dominance over humans? 

wait for the next post.

Srishti’s journey will be continued…

PS: 

I will be soon enlightening you with the ideology of God and Karma in my next post.

PPS:

Waiting is the virtue of noble mind.

At last...

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At last...

"The waiting for this year is over... "

These are not just words or a catch from a Christopher Nolan's movie.

Yet these are the magical words said by the greatest controller of all examinations of  Anna University.

Amid the air of gawking strangeness, for the first time in the last four years Anna University Chennai declared its results before some minutes to mid night.

On one blue moon night, he stretched his arm  towards the masses and said, "YO BOYS!..", before he could say ," The waiting for this year is over..", people started throwing stones at him and some other ran to their computer. Because they all knew, the announcement would be none other than declaration of results.

At last the controller he himself has found the auspicious date to release the exam results.

I don't bother about the freaking situation that was prevailing in the University's premises, and so does the rest of the students.

It took a nearly four month for this greatest university of (South) India to set its results out. There are many reason why the results were so painfully delayed, but the popular reason which has gone viral in facebook is some intelligent guy had tactfully hacked its server and hooked the question paper; published in the Facebook. Eventually this led to the total chaos,re-exam and hence the freaking delay

Now, me pistaboy is graduate Professional Engineer who still misses his college life, funny friends, boring class room and all good among the worst things. That's the reason he was so pissed to write a blog post.

The theory of Girls and Confusion- part I

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The theory of Girls and Confusion- part I

Ahem ahem..all this time I was waiting for some really cool incidents to share with you.  But nothing interesting had happened all while in my life. If at all I wanted to do some eventful things like : necking a girl, dating  a random chick or whatever, I always sucked at it.. Interestingly I happened to meet a girl last week and she developed a crush on me. I don't know why these kind of good looking girls have this very bad taste. Boy, she looked hot and she liked me. It sounds interesting because I'm not guy who is mad about  wearing tarted jean or bootlegs. I don't talk any phony English accent with eh s and ahs. I think this little thing which I did last week is worth of sharing. If you don't care to listen, I’m least bothered about it. Because I’m gona tell you anyway.

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A new blog post

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A new blog post

I tried writing a sequel for my previous post. But, nothing is rolling currently in my empty vessel. Meanwhile, I met a blog beautician in the blogosphere. He is a dab hand in blog customization stuffs and he had his hands on this blog too. And now my I feel, blog looks pretty cool (to my eyes).With this new outlook.I don't want to start straight away with a philosophical stuff. So,here goes this post, for the sake of weird entertainment.

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the whiskey,the karma and the empty vessel

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the whiskey,the karma and the empty vessel

I said I would to teach you about the lubrication process in my last post. For which, I told you many things like girls, alcohol and all sorts stuff like that. And some of you have been eagerly waiting for this post for the very same reason, for ‘em I’m very sorry. ‘cos it sounded like a utter nonsense thing which the power systems professor teaches me in the class. Whenever he says, power is essential for development and hence must be used efficiently, I get very much annoyed. Annoyed to extent, I feel like bunking all of his classes and spending it in Bodha’s dorm room, where I feel the time is worth of spending it. Well, it is bodha, and some of you must pronounced this stuff like "Buddha", so I tell you again, “bodha”, it is the urban slang for”bodhai” (the high feeling) in my mother tongue tamil, . Though every father has a tongue and I don’t know why they freakishly call as mother tongue thing.

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Liberation and Lubrication

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Liberation and Lubrication

I'm liberated. Liberated.

I'm feeling too good. Good in the sense, I'm just half yard  distance away from God. And my soul feels so good after nullifying the scintillation of the alpha-beta waves of my brain. These kind of experience happens occasionally in two extreme situations : 1) When making love with your girl friend and 2) After raping for million times and letting you free.

Some dumb readers take it so literally and might report my blog for vulgarity. It is the liberation of the soul I'm talking here and not any other which you are dreaming now. (Lubrication I'll explain in the coming paras. I warn you don't take anything so literally. )

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