Whoosh

Taking a hike...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Mon, 15 May 2006 09:20:00 +0000

Will be back.. Might be back..

Until then..

Tata..

Psst: I just might pop up in someother part of the blogsphere.. ;)

The leaves have fallen...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Sat, 13 May 2006 09:12:00 +0000

.. and suddenly the world is all pink and rosy for SUN TV!

Life goes on...

Irony...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Mon, 08 May 2006 09:39:00 +0000

The thing about being a bad boy is that, one good deed in a bluemoon and the whole world praises you and you are the toast of the nation.

The thing about being a good boy is that, one bad deed in a bluemoon and you are suddenly hated by one and all, and you are the insult of the nation.

I learnt this the hard way today!

Whoosh.

Pissed off!!

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Sat, 06 May 2006 17:36:00 +0000

Fortune...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Wed, 03 May 2006 14:15:00 +0000

According to Orkut.com, my today's fortune reads as such...

" You will inherit a large sum of money"

Hmm.. Interesting. I am penning this post at 7:45 pm and let me look back at the monetary transactions I made today...

Lunch -- Rs. 120
Bus ticket from Salem to Bangalore -- Rs. 200
Bus ticket from Silk Board to Marathalli -- Rs. 20
Bus ticket from Marathalli to AECS Layout -- Rs. 6
VCD to spend time at home -- Rs. 15
Dinner -- Rs. 60
Hutch recharge -- Rs. 324
Soap -- Rs. 16
Fanta Bottle -- Rs. 20
Magazine -- Rs. 60
Water bottle -- Rs. 10
Biscuits -- Rs. 20

So, on a whole I have spent Rs. 861 today :( and I have had NILL monetary inflow. Hmm.. I am still waiting for my fortune. :P BuGgErS!!!!

Conversation...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Thu, 27 Apr 2006 08:14:00 +0000

I like to make conversation. Not that I go out of my way to do it, but I like it. But there are places where you just SHOULDNT make conversation, and in my humble opinion, the loo is one such place. I mean, seriously, why talk in the loo? You have come to do your thing and he has come to do his thing. Get it done with people.

So, I was at the loo this morning - doing you know what - and this guy from my team comes and stands in the neighboring booth. He looked at me and smiled and said,

Him: So, what are you doing?

Me: Eh? (what the ***)

Him: I asked, what are you doing?

Me: Pretty much the same thing that you are!!!!!! (idiot)

Him: Ofcourse.. hehehe.!

God have mercy, but I cant stand it when someone talks to me there.

One more thing that I cant stand in the loo is people singing/whistling. I mean, why do you HAVE to sing in the loo? I do understand that you are experiencing a revitalizing phenomenon there. But still, cant u keep your happiness to yourself? Whenever I hear someone sing, I wish someone would come there and strangle that fellow to death. Hmph.

So, bottom line is this. Your mouth neednt function in the loo. It has NO WORK there! So keep it shut.

Whoosh.

Status Update..

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Wed, 26 Apr 2006 04:14:00 +0000

Hello friends,

You must have noted that I havent been replying to the comments and my posts have been more or less "push-over" posts. I am sorry for the lack of quality and for not replying to the comments. The reason is this. For the past 2 weeks I have been preparing for a very important exam and I didnt have time to do anything else seriously. I gave the exam yesterday and I am very happy to inform you that I have cleared it with flying colors...

Now I am back full swing into my favorite passtime. :)

Whoosh.

:)

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Fri, 21 Apr 2006 13:44:00 +0000

Petrol for 20 kms -- 63 rupees...
Ice creams -- 100 rupees..
Phone calls -- 25 rupees...

An evening with her.. Priceless! :)

Alma mater...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Thu, 20 Apr 2006 16:53:00 +0000

I never thought I'd say this.. But...

I MISS U iiit-b!!!!! :(

I wanna go back to college....

I wanna be a student all over again... :(

*sigh*

The Serial Killer...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Wed, 19 Apr 2006 13:14:00 +0000

15th April, 2006 -- Saturday.

It was around 8 at night. He was compensating for the lost day. The streets were deserted. Bangalore's software engineers were getting back home and the whizzing of the Tata Indicas on the main roads were visible.. But HIS street was deserted. The constant drizzle added to the eerie effect. It was just yesterday that the Bangalore riots had ended and not many were on the streets. His street never had proper street lights and it was always a nightmare getting home. Today was worse as you could never know what could happen given the heightened tension Bangalore was in...

He started his long walk.. He had only his shadow for company, thanks to the full moon. He was mumbling something to himself. He stopped. He had a feeling that he was being followed. He turned to look behind his shoulder. Nobody.

He knew his wife would be worried. He was supposed to be home by 6... He was late by two hours. The Hutch dog didnt follow him and his network was down. He couldnt contact his wife...

**hushhhh**

He heard a noise among the bushes. It was dark. He couldnt tell what it was. He increased his speed. He was almost running. He could feel it following him.. Only thing was he couldnt tell what IT was.. He didnt dare to turn back and he kept running.. He was shit-scared. Two right turns and a left turn later, he could see his house. A single bulb was illuminating the doorway. He gathered courage and turned back to see what IT was that was following him.. NOTHING. His heart skipped a beat as he was sure that something did follow him. He wanted to get home.. and soon. He ran.

He opened the gate to his house and rang the door-bell. No answer. He rang the bell again. No answer. He started sweating profusely. It was then that he noticed that the door was open. He went inside to the hall. He looked around. His wife was no where in sight... The TV was playing a popular tamil soap called "Chithi".. He hated soaps.. He went to the TV and switched it off.. Oops.. He just became a mega-SERIAL KILLER!!!!

;)

Hands..

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Tue, 18 Apr 2006 12:33:00 +0000

"I have held many things in my hands..
But there is nothing I want to hold more than yours.."

-- Whoosh.

Cheap!

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Mon, 17 Apr 2006 12:20:00 +0000

Very very cheap! :(

Happy Easter ... :)

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Sun, 16 Apr 2006 09:38:00 +0000

Listen..

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Sat, 15 Apr 2006 17:40:00 +0000

U wanted to know it, so I gave u the abstract...
U didnt understand the abstract, so I gave u the entire book..

What am I to do if u dont understand the book???? Am helpless!

Inki Pinki Ponki....

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Fri, 14 Apr 2006 10:03:00 +0000

UPDATE: Yappa.. Arumai nanbargale.. Eppadi pa ippadi elaam yosikureenga.. I had 50 bucks and I was trying to decide between a chicken briyani or a tamil film. Thats it :) Heheheheh!!

Inki Pinki Ponki,
Father had a donkey,
Donkey Died,
Father Cried,
Inki Pinki Ponki... Ponki...

Oh God Please tell me
who is the one for me
A E I O U
and that is you!

Hmmmmm!!!!!!

The definitive HATE LIST...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Thu, 13 Apr 2006 07:26:00 +0000

Over the past one week my hate list has grown from almost nothing to a substantial lot!

Presenting, for the first time in the history of the blogosphere, Whoosh's hatelist...

No.6 -- Hutch.

I was trying to send an sms for over half-n-hour to you know who and bloody Hutch refused to send the sms over its network. It took me 10 attempts to send out a "Hi" by which time she left...

No. 5-- BSNL.
BSNL is the reason for my grutch against Hutch. I saw you know who come online and I typed "Hi" in my Google Talk and guess what... BSNL decides its a great time to go bonkers. The stupid net connection snapped. I was online the whole damn day without any problems. And only THEN did BSNL have to play the fool with me.. For this, BSNL gets position no 5.

No. 4 -- Bangalore Mahanagara Palike

Alrite, I don't really know who to blame for this , so I have decided to blame Bangalore Mahanagara Palike.. Again, she comes online today morning and we start chatting. 3 minutes into the conversation, my dear Bangalore Electricity Board feels jealous of me and decides to snap the power... BUGGERS!!!!

No. 3 -- The phanatic fans of Dr.Rajkumar

Ogey, I have nothing personal against Dr.Rajkumar. May his soul rest in peace. But hey, the dude was old and he died of natural causes. Then why do u put the lives of all the other people in Bangalore at risk by burning the bloody busses and pelting anybody and everybody with stones? You guys crazy or what? ****ers..

No. 2 -- The phanatic fans of Dr.Rajkumar -- again.

Now my problem is not with u guys burning down the buses 'n all. Why the hell do u close down the hotels? Dudes, I didnt get a cup of coffee from morning. I NEED MY LUNCH!!!!!!

No. 1 -- The phanatic fans of Dr.Rajkumar -- AGAIN

Guess I cant get enough of these idiots. Read my lips. U SPOILT MY CHENNAI TRIP!!! Got that? Read it again.. I HAD TO CANCEL MY CHENNAI TICKETS BECAUSE OF U GOOD FOR NOTHING HERO_WORSHIPPING IDIOTS!!!!!

There.. I feel much better now..

Hmph..

Whoosh.

Kodaikkanal...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Tue, 11 Apr 2006 18:30:00 +0000

Kodaikkanal.. 5 am.

The first rays of the sun escaped through the thick morning fog. The rooster made its customary cock-a-doodle-doo to wake up the neighborhood. The love birds on the trees fell in love all over again. A whiff of fresh air blew across the hill threatening to take Shreya's dupatta its prisoner. She caught hold of her dupatta just as the orange piece of cloth rubbed across Vijay's face.. Her perfume mixed with the light morning mist and played around with his senses... He smiled.. It was one of those things he loved about Shreya.. Her smell was enough to intoxicate him..

His grip on her hand tightened.. It was two years to the day since he professed his love for her. The only girl he had ever loved. His sweetheart. The first thing he noticed in her were her lips.. He turned to look at her. They were still as beautiful as they were two years ago. The curves would give any miss universe a run for her money. Her smile was enough to knock any guy out of his senses. He came closer and kissed her on her lips. It lasted a whole minute.

"Thanks", he said.. "It reminded me of the first time I met you"...

"It still feels like the first time", she replied..

He met her eyes with his. Happiness and sorrow were mixed in an enchanting cocktail. Her eyes spoke a thousand words that only he could hear.

The sun moved aside its facade to look at the lovers.. Who was prettier, the sun or Shreya, one would never know. Vijay stood up and Shreya followed suit. Hand in hand they took a stroll around the park, admiring the morning beauty.

"I'll miss you", she said..

"So will I, honey".. he said as a tear rolled down his cheek.

They walked the entire walkway, still holding each other's hands and without speaking a word all the while. Words were trivial when hearts were speaking. The two finished their stroll and stood next to one another. The silence was loud. He could hear his heart beat. They looked at each other. Her eyes were still misty. Vijay had regained his composure. He looked down... Her lips.. Her luscious lips.. He kissed her again... Heaven!

Together, they took a step forward...

The sun went dark for a moment. Time froze. The chirping birds stood shocked. Suicide point had gained two more victims. All that one heard were two faint *thuds*....

Happy Birthday Thams..

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Tue, 11 Apr 2006 04:23:00 +0000

Dai naaiye... Nee oru nalla kaariyam panni irukkei.. Aana adhu unakkey theriyaadhu. Actually, adhai nee pannala, un pera vechikutu adhai naaney pannikitein...

So, thanks a lot.. and wish u a very happy birthday..

Vikkki

Damn!!

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Sun, 09 Apr 2006 03:20:00 +0000

Damn Damn Damn....

They schedule all the matches for weekdays and the only match scheduled for a weekend gets washed out!!!!

Screw you, BCCI!

Bah!

Oh Man...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Sat, 08 Apr 2006 03:46:00 +0000

During my starting days of fiddling with linux, I found it terribly difficult. I asked a friend of mine to help and he replied "Open the 'man' and take a look inside".. I thought he was gay! :D

Whoosh.

On Google...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Thu, 06 Apr 2006 17:41:00 +0000

I thought Google was owned by a couple of North Indians as all their products were called beta's..

:p

Whoosh.

Murphy's law..

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Wed, 05 Apr 2006 14:32:00 +0000

The internet connection will snap ONLY when she has just logged in... :(

Deletions...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Wed, 05 Apr 2006 12:04:00 +0000

I have deleted a few of my posts that had remote connections to my office .. :D

Thanks Vivek :)

Whoosh.

Perverts...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Mon, 03 Apr 2006 13:01:00 +0000

DISCLAIMER: This post is NOT against Shaadi.com or Orkut.com. It is against the type of people we see in those websites.

What makes one trust a Shaadi.com and not trust Orkut.com? How are the two websites different in anyway? Both these sites require a person to 'upload' his profile; his photograph; what he wants in his 'mate'... Blah Blah Blah.. Yet, Shaadi.com sees parents/guardians put up profiles of their daughters seeking out a proper match -- and the same parents/guardians wouldnt approve of the same guy if they saw him on Orkut. What is it that makes people trust a profile on Shaadi.com? I totally agree that the levels of security - if u want to put it that way - on Shaadi.com is way higher than that of Orkut, but it isnt too difficult to fake a profile on Shaadi either... I agree that one needs to tread cautiously with a person on Orkut.com.. But hey, please be cautious with the profiles on Shaadi too...

A female friend of mine once very famously said -- "All the guys I dont know are perverts.. Thats the reason I didnt join Orkut".. That made a chill run down my spine. If each and every female had this opinion, then approximately ((N/2) - 10) females - N being the population of the world and 10 being a very exaggerated estimate of the number of female friends I have :D *ahem* - would consider me to be a pervert.. HELLO, I AM NOT!!!! But the point is, perverts do exist.. and what makes u think that the profile that looks so good to you on Shaadi.com aint that of a pervert??? Just how in the whole wide world is it that u trust an alien whom u just met on Shaadi.com and are ready to let ur daughter live with him, yet you wouldnt trust that sweet looking chap who studies in the same class as your daughter?? Beats me people...

Why has the institution of marriage become a maatu sandhai (cow market)?? How is it any different from the way I purchased the digital camera as I mentioned in my previous post? Not too different, right? On the other hand, let us say that I got to use a camera for a year or so, and then I got a chance to buy it.. Wouldnt I be totally confident about the model that I bought if that were to happen.. Notice any similarities people?? The first is the arranged marriage.. The second is the *ahem* love marriage.

So, how many people agree with me?? Lets have a show of hands please...

Whoosh.

Of thinking a lot...

noreply@blogger.com (Whoosh) — Sun, 02 Apr 2006 10:35:00 +0000

and missed opportunities...

My problem is that I THINK A LOT!!! Coming to a decision about something important takes a long time for me. For instance, a couple of years back I decided to buy a digital camera - but all the while I used to keep postponing the same saying that "In a month a better model would come to the market and I'll buy that one"... This kept happening for a good two years. Then one day I made up my mind. I walked into the camera store and out of gut feeling, I bought a camera. And guess what, the camera is AWESOME!!! That was when I decided a change in outlook was required. I just cannot keep pushing things away by "thinking too much".. There are somethings that JUST need to be done.

I am in a similar situation now and I am planning to act on GUT feeling.. Lets see how things work out!

Whoosh.