Ravishing in the glory of the night
I stood beside the sublime sight
The arm that thrust with might
Now stood a mere reason for all this fright
The demons conquered , the nation my slave
I was turning to ride to the petals of maidens
I turned one last glare at the bloood bath behind
My sinew gave forth to the visions belied
I cried out to the morals that strengthen
Alas! I had to for my pride
My concience did but repudiate
There was no honour for me no pride
No for me the flowers, the petals and those screams
Not for me were the glory and position supreme
All am i but a bloodied murderer , a savant of death and destruction
All am i but a man obscene.
Dismounting the steed, I stumbled across
Corpses and men, dead and close
My limbs the gave way , the blood it spoke
I crawled along to the man i was at war
I held his hand , his breath it gasped
My tears they washed his eyes of the flesh
Brought forth the sword that broke us all
Deserving a death as honoured as them all
Stabbing forth the eyes they gave no tears
This was a death of honour no pain
With the brave man i stood
As i fell my hand he still held
Generals we were in this game of death
Men we were, muderers we aint
He raised his hand to salute my death
We held and gasped as the sun it set
No more tears no more tears
I live in the skies where there is no fear
I float along in subtle ways
I died with a man with honour in his vein
meSo then ...there was this time when i first saw my sisters visiting card with a yahoo email address written on it.Within a coupla days, after spending 120 bucks and treating the cafe "chettan" to some pepsi , i finaly made my prescence felt on the net.Yeah dudes net was pretty expensive and irritatingly slow those days .I mean i used to browse in a god damn cafe with 6 comps connected on a 59 kbps modem of satyam online .The net was infact so stupifying that every 10 minutes i could hear the modem crackling like a hungry frog as it reconnected.For christs sake we used to pay for an hour while we remain connected only for about half that time.Thanks to net sonic though half the public who were ignorant came to know only a while later cause most common pages were uploaded from the cache.
Anyway , i finally had an email id!!!!
Then thanks to MS WORD ( you never said word in those days , Microsoft added some weird weightage to the name .Now though its like shit man )i created a visiting card which i proudly handed over to any friend of mine who needed my phone number .Man in sixth standard those days , i could easily make out how stupefied my friends were.
So i continued on the same run and then created web pages after i learnt HTML from a friend.MY sis placed her next challenge .Get you name on google!!!
So i musta made a million web pages which i submitted to google and i still couldnt get my name in google when i put the keywords as nithin ramachandran.Yeah it hurt my ego like hell.
Getting my name into google became an obsession .Finally after getting to college , the college site was listed in google and my name appeared finally in the search tag .I still wasn't satisfied cause it never paid off since it wasn't my effort .So i continued with the web pages and my blog and then finally i just put in the words one day and there it appeared as the first link on the page of listing
nithinram @ MindSay
"oh I'm nithin, I was asking about the perfume". "oh ....hee hee .....cute boy"
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FINALLY THE GREAT ONE GOT HIS NAME ONTO GOOGLE MARKING THE END OF MANY YEARS OF CONTINUED WARFARE WITH GOOGLE.
MAY THIS SOUL REST IN PEACE ON THE FULFILMENT OF YET ANOTHER PROMETHIAN TASK
CIAO
Every college in the world has a typical hangout that is ethnic and at the same time comfy enough to let every soul release his heartfelt emotions in that place.For all of us in rec jaipur it was a lonely chai (tea) shop in a small slum sort of a place inside the college.
Any guy in his senses or even otherwise would easily agree to the magnetic persona of this place.The beauty of thadi is often found on a winter night when its terribly foggy and as you walk down that road , the mist slowly clears up to the light of the kerosene lanterns with a huge crowd bantering to the tunes of the steaming tea."Thadi" forms the most coulourful side of every NIT Jaipurian's life. A typical farewell night finds final years in their drunken stupour screaming all sentimental crap and hours of even more crap on how they are going to miss thadi.As a first year student a coupla years back i used to wonder about the crap that they gave out.However , three years of my association with the magic of thadi finds me missing it even for a holiday that i spend at home.
Thadi has something in it that draws everyone to it. For christ's sake there aint no 5 star treatment at thadi...its all self service.Maybe it might be because the prices are phenominally low; well it aint low either. Thadi is merely a sandy area with a few stools propped up and a small tinshed where "Kesar" brews steaming hot tea and some omlettes.However the magic of thadi lies in its influence on all the students (of course im talking about the boys .Thadi is an area fiercely guarded from the girls.They would defile the spirit of thadi).Every party begins and ends in thadi; so does every weird idea for a trip.Every exam finishes with a chai and ciggi from thadi and every fight usually does begin at thadi.Its the myraid emotions on display in thadi at any given point of time that surprises evreyone.A kaleidiscope of the boys hostel , every rumour begins here, spreads and then is finally discussed and disposed off here.
Sometimes , one begins to wonder at the great sort of majestic beauty a place neednt have to attract one and all.What is it about thadi that attracts everyone. A friend in the heights of nirvana, once wrote baout thadi thus - "Thadi is where the mind and the soul meet , where sadness is heightened to happiness and happiness to ecstacy and every guy comes to thadi in search of this magic".Nobody could have said it better.Thadi is not a chai shop at college, its a religion and a way of life in itself.Any word uttered against thadi in the college and you could find the guys with the fiercest of faces ready to pounce on you.I mean lunacy for thadi is so high that a group got on stage on the annual day calling themselves " the creed of thadi regulars".Ahem! i was pat of that group.
Thadi is the mecca for faggers, jerusalem for boozers and the mount kailash for the stoners and for the lesser mortals , its the holiest place for the ambience. If you dont make a trip to thadi once a day in college , you ain't a cool dude.
LONG LIVE THE MAGIC OF THADI, THE SERENE, THE SUPREME , THE MYRAID.
THE ENIGMA OF THADI SHALL FOREVER REST IN THE HEARTS OF EVERY MNITIAN .
CHAO FOR TODAY
CURRENT MOOD: SORTA KINKY, CRAZY, AND BY JOE SURE IS OUTA THIS WORLD
CURRENT MUSIC: DREAMTHEATRE - HOLLOW YEARS ;MAIDEN- COSMOS ESTAIS AMIGOS
CURRENT PROBLEM: DAD'S INTERRUPTING MY TYPING WITH ADVICE ON THE BENIFITS OF EARLY SLEEP
I had barely passed my first year at college and even more than the anticipation of the results was my anticipation for March 6, 2003;the day I would officially be an adult and more importantly be eligible for an official license. So the day I got back home I adamantly announced that I needed to get my license. My dad had just recovered from getting a license for my mom which, trust me, was really a promethean task. Yet he couldn’t talk me out of it. It was a question of my prestige at college and I was in no mood to let it go by that easily. Every poor father tires out in putting some sense into his son, and my dad was no different. Finally with much persuasion he succumbed to my demands. Period.
True he had agreed to me ;but then after the gruelling experience that he had been given by my mother he decided to get me "educated " by a driving school. Thus the great ordeal began.
As a kid who played a lot of games on his blasted comp, I never expected to do too bad . So that morning , me and dad went to the driving school guy and enrolled.I had expected that driving school would be like our college labs where there was theory first and then a practical class.So after an agonising wait for about half an hour, the guy looked at me and asked"pokaam"(which means lets go). I was absolutely bewildered.I was wondering where he was taking me;maybe for a ride to explain all thats there in a car .WE reached near a Maruti 800 (which looked like an abandoned 1950 volkswagen beetle than a 1994 model that the rusted writing on the bonnet indicated) which quite obviously had suffered at the hands of many a bad student (like my mom i laughed to myself).
A few seconds later my laughter quickly subsided to horror as the teacher tossed the keys to me and asked me to get in the drivers seat . I thought he was trying to scare me or something but as I got in the car I felt better.It was just like in the video games ...only difference was that if i crashed a single R button restored me to the game ..while this was the real thing.
Well to cut the big thing short , and to my pride I could drive without the teacher yelling much in about a week. Five days into my classes, I realised that I was to share my one hour of driving with a girl. Just like Tupac said , I was "fresh outa jail california dreamin".The thought that I would be with a girl in the car made me feel happy.NIT Jaipur hadnt been very fair to me in the first year. Little did i know that my fragrant dream was one i would never forget ....maybe why im writing this three years down the lane.
So then finally a week and a half since I started my illustrious career as a driver, we finally stopped before a huge mansion and this gorgeous beauty came tumbling down the road(not literally, but thats the way she walked).As she came my instructor muttered that she had comeonce before and didnt get the license ."Enjoy the ride mone!!(enjoy the ride son!!)".
So she got into the car , the overpowering perfume clearly indicating her dad was a gulf dude .She looked back and smiled at me .
"Asha",she help her hands out.
"Yardley?" ,it slipped outa my tongue.
"excuse me? "
"oh I'm nithin, I was asking about the perfume".
"oh ....hee hee .....cute boy"
And so the ride started........a ride i would never forget.
-to be continued
