the week

Monday:
sudharshan rapped me on the shoulders from the behind. i couldn't recognize him. he was my tution mate and college mate.

He was my maths tution mate. we went to Jabbar sir. He charged us based on monthly tests. 100 = 0, 90-100 = 100 80-90 = 150 till i think a max of 300. He will give the questions and mostly walk away. Many people used to copy. I never did. There was a catch - out of the ten 10 mark questions, nine would be from the book and one would require some application of thought. I would mostly score in the range of 80-90, mostly 90. some times, we used to argue with him for a mark, particularly if the score was x9, to go into the lower fee bracket. He would gamely give it away mostly. I hear that he shifted to the more usual 200/month pattern a couple of batches after mine.
Actually, sudharshan was the only guy who would score in the 90-100 bracket.

Wednesday :
gowri waved and started walking towards me in a hotel. i was half guessing her, before which she got up.

A lot of people seem to have set camp at velachery.

Thursday :
anirudh's birthday party. met many people from ambattur, notably sudha's parents.
:)

nice

vidiyal eduththu kondadho,
vizhiyil karaindhu vittadho ...

:)

Endhe manithan nenjukkul
Kaayam illai sollungal
Kaalapoakil kaayamellaam
Marandhu poaghum maayangal

my neighbours at chepauk

behind - a rowdy gang fully drunk. using empty water bottles to bang it hard rhythmically on the next chair (which was obviously made vacant)

left - a college student with his set of friends. cricket experts.

right - one jolly good friend. who enjoyed whatever happened.

front - a couple of ladies. all dressed up. more into talking. watching whether we were watching the cheer leaders or them

the match was anyways worth the headache. and a couple of filter coffees can clear any ache.

team work

when you left hand is injured, its your right hand that gets all dirty

P.S : Hack, somebody seems to have broken my company's internet policy. hence blogging

lets not say it

class mates (female) marriage in march and the guy chose to call himself CSAR ( c saravanan i guess)

how sarcastic

i refrained from mailing back. maybe its a old joke

...

Maanga jo mera hai
Jaata kya tera hai
Maine kaun si tujhse jannat maang li
Kaisa khuda hai tu
Bas naam ka hai tu
Rabba jo teri itni si bhi na chali